Father Figure
Vegeta and Bulma aren't the only ones disconcerted by an adult Trunks. Yamcha really thought he'd be the one the boy called father.
He'd been there when Trunks was born. Him. Not that arrogant, stupid, muscle-bound asshole. It had been his hand that Bulma had squeezed to pieces as she labored, he'd been the one to cut the umbilical cord, he'd been the first one to hold the boy besides Bulma and the doctors. He was the one Trunks was going to call daddy when he grew old enough to speak.
He was the one who looked at the young man from the future and felt proud.
But none of it mattered. Because he wasn't the one Trunks kept sneaking glances at. He wasn't the one Trunks lectured, he wasn't the one Bulma looked at with such patient amusement in her eyes, like she was just waiting for the big lug to figure it all out and she would make sure she was there when he did.
He wasn't the one who went berserk when Trunks died.
So he made sure he was the one who told Trunks the truth: that his father—his real father—loved him. Even if he didn't understand it; even if he was as jealous as hell. Even if it was the last fatherly thing he ever did for the kid.
Trunks already had a father, and it wasn't him.
