So this is my father.
He's a dick, he truly is. My mother implied that he wasn't the nicest guy around. But I never expected this...
...My father's name is Vegeta. He died a long time before I was born. And here I am, going through all that trouble to get back in time, trying to save his ass, and he won't even listen to me. I guess it's that 'Saiyan blood' that's pumping through his veins that's making him so stubborn, so bullheaded. Just like my mother said.
But she said something else, too. Here I am, flying after him, pleading with him, and yet, instead of thinking of how much he's irritating me, I think back of when I was just a child, my mother saying that, though my dad didn't express it much, she knew that somehow...he cared for us. Loved us. And I keep this in mind.
We zoom further through the air, toward the androids, toward the mountains at full speed. I think of him and what I thought of him the first time I met him: such a Saiyan. Short and stocky, taut in complexion, dark eyes, hair that stood up. This is my father. This is the daddy dearest I always dreamed of meeting.
I know he's not gonna give in no matter how much I plead or beg him. But I still stay with him and I still try; I know I can't let my father kill himself. Especially not in a sense of arrogance. I know he thinks of me as an obstacle, but I think of him different.
I'm not giving up hope on you, Daddy Dearest.
From the last episode of Dragon Ball Z Kai in Trunks' point of view! Hope you enjoyed!