This is yet another poem about Trunks trying to deal with his father's misunderstanding and ignorance towards him. Yet I can bet that you that you will never ever hear a saijayin (especially the son of Vegeta!) say the things written in my poem, but deep down, beneath the all that pride...I'm positive this is what he really feels...

My Only Plea

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Unrelenting pressure

Is all I receive

No patience or love

Makes me want to grieve

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You treat me with scorn

But I try so hard

To make you look down on me

And release my heart from being torn

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Maybe someday this will change

I will try hard to make you see

Remember I am your only son

Please father this is my only plea