The colors the sunset created was like a breath taking painting in a gallery. The yellow, the orange, and pink went well with each other. The eyes that stared into the view were empty and uncaring.
The President of Capsule Corporation, Trunks Briefs, hadn't left his spacious hammock in the backyard of his home away from his family. He didn't have the strength to do anything ever since the death of his best friend, Son Goten. He hadn't left his home and neglected his job.
The drink he held in his hand had dropped onto the lush, green grass and was forgotten. The sags under his blue eyes were evident and the red in his eyes were more than usual.
He sighed and as he started to close his eyes he heard a sound from behind him. He didn't need to turn around to know who it was. He could sense the presence was familiar. His blue eyes opened and looked into the night that had taken the beautiful view.
"Go away," said Trunks in a cold voice.
"You're an idiot if you think you can use that tone with me son," said Vegeta.
"I. Don't. Care."
"You can't keep this up Trunks. You have to move on."
"That's not your decision."
He sensed his father in front of him, and Trunks looked up at him to see something unexpected in his father's eyes, worry. His dad wasn't the most open man, but he had his moments, especially around his family.
"He wouldn't want this for you Trunks."
"And how would you know, huh?" His voice raised and anger shown in his eyes.
"I may have not known him as well as you did, but he was a good person who cared about you. He always thought the world of you when he was a brat, and I could tell he still did when you were older."
"I know all this father, but you don't understand." Trunks stood up from the hammock for the fist time and faced his father. "It feels like a part of me is gone and I know most people say that when they lose a loved one, but I really feel this way. It hurts really badly, and I can't shake it. Sometimes I swear I can feel him." For the first time since Goten was gone he was crying.
He felt his father's arms around him and was surprised, but he took the comfort he was giving. He held on tight, burring his face into his father's body.
Vegeta had never felt such powerful emotions coming from his son before and was confused as to why all this was coming from the death of his best friend. He felt his son letting go, so he did to.
"Thanks for coming over father." He walked past him and towards his house but stopped midway. "Oh, and tell mom and Bulla not to worry about me." The sliding door behind him shut.
Vegeta stared up into the sky to see the darkness. The light of the stars paled in comparison. He hoped Trunks would find the light in his life instead of living in the darkness of his mind. He knew a great deal about darkness, and it wasn't a good path to be in. It had turned him into a cold, uncaring monster. He didn't want that life for his son.