The boy with the light blue hair sat, his eyes tracing the horizon as he pulled his knees against his chest. He couldn't believe it. His father. Gone. Again. As if training for some stupid war that was inside his head was more important than raising his son. It wasn't so much that the boy didn't care about fighting, but the whole fact that he's never had a father because of it annoyed him. At least Goten could honestly say his father wasn't with him because of boundaries that were put in front of him, but even then, Goku tried with all his might to still let them feel his presence. His father chose not to be at home. He chose not to sit with his mother and sister. He chose to make Buruma raise them alone. He chose to make Bura and himself not know what a father was. And he chose to further his fighting skill rather than his parenting skills, which were sorely lacking. Biting back a tear, Trunks closed his eyes, remembering just a month ago what his father's words to him had been
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"But.. dad.."
Vegeta turned, a grimace on his face. He always grimaced when he heard that word. "What?!"
"Why can't you stay?! Just a little while. I'm only 12, dad." Vegeta tensed again, but Trunks continued. "And without a father, how do you expect me to grow like you did?"
Vegeta gave a small, sarcastic laugh. The laugh that cut into Trunks' soul. "It's funny. Kakarott's sons can manage to do it. Aren't you as strong as they are?"
"Well.." Trunks clinched his fists and looked at his father, gritting his teeth. "Of course I am! I just..."
"You just what.."
Seeing no way to salvage his pride and still ask his father to stay, Trunks dropped his head and his stance, looking down. "I don't know."
"That's it. My son doesn't need a father around. You will learn, as I did, to be self-sufficient." Vegeta crossed his arms, turning his back on his son once again. Trunks looked at his father's back, then clenched his fists, pained and anger flowing through his veins. Without warning, his emotion caused his to turn Super Saiya Jin. Vegeta, sensing the power increase, turned to his son and saw him, in his stance and glowing with the power as his hair settled back down, now a golden color. He observed his son's now teal blue eyes and gave him another short laugh. "You want to fight me? You expect to defeat me and keep me here?" Vegeta powered up also, his arms crossed over his chest. "You're welcome to try... son."
Trunks looked at himself and quickly powered down, letting his emotions fall to a dead drop, but then he felt an energy ball coming straight at him. His attention having been shifted, the ball hit him and he flew back, knocking himself into a wall. He looked at up to his father with a smile upon his face, his hand risen, and his body shaking slightly with the humor. Vegeta dropped his hand and looked at the small boy who struggled up.
"You see, Trunks. You are not worthy to be around your father, the Prince of all Saiya Jins! Come and find me when you can finally say you are ready for anything."
With that, Vegeta flew off, not even having said goodbye to Buruma or Bura. Trunks looked up, his blue eyes slightly tearing up as he watched his baka of a father fly off once more.
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Trunks looked up into the sky, closing his eyes tightly and waiting for the tears to dry. He finally pulled his arms from around his legs, then rolled forward, sliding off the cliff edge. He opened his arms lightly, then flew forward, pushing himself away from the ground. He flew towards his mother's capsule home, landing a few feet before it when seeing Buruma and Bura sitting outside.
"Hello, Trunks. Done with your training for today?"
Trunks looked at his mother, then dropped his head and nodded. Keeping his eyes directed down he began to walk towards the house. Her mother's intuition working, Buruma looked at her son.
"Trunks? What's wrong?"
Trunks looked up, then dropped to the ground, near his little sister who was playing with a small robotic dinosaur his mother had created. He looked at his mother, his expression slightly angry. "Where's dad?"
"Well, sweetie, you know your father's out training... I mean, we can't expect.."
"I mean my real father, mom. Vegeta may be my biological father, but not the real one..."
"Oh.. You mean Yamucha? I don't know. He said he'd stop by today."
Trunks nodded slightly, then raised up from the dirt, dusting himself off. He slipped in the house, making sure his mother couldn't say another word to him. As he walked through the familar place, he somehow found himself in his mother's room. It was modest enough, clothes packed everywhere and hair accessories floating on every countertop. But those normal things didn't seem to draw his attention. Instead, it was a picture on his mother's bedside table.
He pushed a few hairpins aside from the small tabletop and sat on her bed, looking at the picture of his mother and father on their wedding day. His mother's smile was radiant and his father looked pleased. For once. He looked pleased. Trunks had never seen that smile he wore. It seemed he saved that smile for photographs, to make people think he was a different person than he was. He was truly cold, uncaring, and unsympathetic.
Trunks looked at the small picture of himself in the corner that his mother had slipped in the corner of the frame. His small eyes noticed the difference in his mother's expression when she had him in her arms. An almost fearful expression was on her face, almost as if she was afraid to lose him too. Trunks' expression soured and he looked at the picture, slamming it facedown. He looked up at the ceiling. "Fine, father. Have your way. I will show you I'm ready someday. I'll show you and I'll make you accept me."
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Trunks stood, in the dark desert, a slight wind blowing through his frame. He was older now. 17. He had a short capsule jacket on, a wifebeater, and baggy pants. On his back sat a sword, one that looked slightly familar, but he couldn't recall in his young age. He had his hands in his pockets, surveying a desolate looking enviroment. No trees, nor people stood in the wastelands, only shadows and skeletons of houses. He took a few steps forward to see just what it was that could've caused this to happen. Without another thought, he pulled his sword. He could smell danger permeating the air. The scent of it was almost stifling as he drew his stance.
Without another thought, Trunks flew into the air. Looking down, he noticed he'd just barely missed being run over by a boy that looked about his age. He looked at the boy and sensed a power in him, then slightly lowered himself.
"Hey.. watch what you're doing!" Trunk's couldn't help but let his father's attitude out. The boy looked at him and crossed his arms, a smirk across his face. As Trunks floated down, he could now see the boy more clearly. The boy's short black hair settled around his face. He wore a black T-shirt, orange bandana around his neck, and jeans. The boy's smirk broaden.
"Well, well Trunks.. it's been a while, hasn't it? I can't remember the last time I saw you!"
" Wa.. how do you know my name?!"
The boy laughed. "Ah, Trunks.. I know all about you.. Heir to the 'throne of Saiya jins", right? Your father seemed a lot like you. Stubborn, arrogant... weak.. Maybe you'd like to meet him again.."
Trunks listened intently until the words of his father hit him. He looked the boy in the eyes and shock overtook him. "You know where my father is.. I thought he only trained alone.. I.."
"Enough babbling, Trunks. Let's go see your father, eh?"
Trunks, still not wanting to hear the insults flew up and the two of them took off towards the North. They dropped into a small bulding with it's roof blown off and Trunks could hardly believe what he saw. his father was chained to a wall and bleeding profusely, his eyes closed. Trunks could feel his pain, but didn't know if he still lived or not. He ran to his father and kneeled down, lifting his father's bleeding chin. Vegeta's eyes slightly opened, closing and opening a few times, but finally, Trunks watched him open them wide in shock. Vegeta stared into his son's eyes, his own narrowing.
"Well, Trunks. It appears you were ready, eh? Ready to destroy me! You're here to claim my throne, I suppose. Ha! Kakarott couldn't finish me and so my son does the deed. So this is how the last Saiya Jin is to die?... Betrayed.. by his son!"
Trunks backed away, looking at his father in shock. The words became stuck in his throat and he watched as his father pulled at the chains, trying to break them with all the force he could, but not suceeding. He powered up, his hair turning golden and his eyes turning teal, but before he could move, Trunks watched in dismay as Vegeta fell back against the chains, the energy it took to transform having killed him. Trunks' eyes filled with tears and he clenched his fists. He fell to his knees again and anguish filled his voice as he let out a scream. In the background, he listened as the boy laughed and all began to fade into blackness.
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"But.. dad.."
Vegeta turned, a grimace on his face. He always grimaced when he heard that word. "What?!"
"Why can't you stay?! Just a little while. I'm only 12, dad." Vegeta tensed again, but Trunks continued. "And without a father, how do you expect me to grow like you did?"
Vegeta gave a small, sarcastic laugh. The laugh that cut into Trunks' soul. "It's funny. Kakarott's sons can manage to do it. Aren't you as strong as they are?"
"Well.." Trunks clinched his fists and looked at his father, gritting his teeth. "Of course I am! I just..."
"You just what.."
Seeing no way to salvage his pride and still ask his father to stay, Trunks dropped his head and his stance, looking down. "I don't know."
"That's it. My son doesn't need a father around. You will learn, as I did, to be self-sufficient." Vegeta crossed his arms, turning his back on his son once again. Trunks looked at his father's back, then clenched his fists, pained and anger flowing through his veins. Without warning, his emotion caused his to turn Super Saiya Jin. Vegeta, sensing the power increase, turned to his son and saw him, in his stance and glowing with the power as his hair settled back down, now a golden color. He observed his son's now teal blue eyes and gave him another short laugh. "You want to fight me? You expect to defeat me and keep me here?" Vegeta powered up also, his arms crossed over his chest. "You're welcome to try... son."
Trunks looked at himself and quickly powered down, letting his emotions fall to a dead drop, but then he felt an energy ball coming straight at him. His attention having been shifted, the ball hit him and he flew back, knocking himself into a wall. He looked at up to his father with a smile upon his face, his hand risen, and his body shaking slightly with the humor. Vegeta dropped his hand and looked at the small boy who struggled up.
"You see, Trunks. You are not worthy to be around your father, the Prince of all Saiya Jins! Come and find me when you can finally say you are ready for anything."
With that, Vegeta flew off, not even having said goodbye to Buruma or Bura. Trunks looked up, his blue eyes slightly tearing up as he watched his baka of a father fly off once more.
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Trunks looked up into the sky, closing his eyes tightly and waiting for the tears to dry. He finally pulled his arms from around his legs, then rolled forward, sliding off the cliff edge. He opened his arms lightly, then flew forward, pushing himself away from the ground. He flew towards his mother's capsule home, landing a few feet before it when seeing Buruma and Bura sitting outside.
"Hello, Trunks. Done with your training for today?"
Trunks looked at his mother, then dropped his head and nodded. Keeping his eyes directed down he began to walk towards the house. Her mother's intuition working, Buruma looked at her son.
"Trunks? What's wrong?"
Trunks looked up, then dropped to the ground, near his little sister who was playing with a small robotic dinosaur his mother had created. He looked at his mother, his expression slightly angry. "Where's dad?"
"Well, sweetie, you know your father's out training... I mean, we can't expect.."
"I mean my real father, mom. Vegeta may be my biological father, but not the real one..."
"Oh.. You mean Yamucha? I don't know. He said he'd stop by today."
Trunks nodded slightly, then raised up from the dirt, dusting himself off. He slipped in the house, making sure his mother couldn't say another word to him. As he walked through the familar place, he somehow found himself in his mother's room. It was modest enough, clothes packed everywhere and hair accessories floating on every countertop. But those normal things didn't seem to draw his attention. Instead, it was a picture on his mother's bedside table.
He pushed a few hairpins aside from the small tabletop and sat on her bed, looking at the picture of his mother and father on their wedding day. His mother's smile was radiant and his father looked pleased. For once. He looked pleased. Trunks had never seen that smile he wore. It seemed he saved that smile for photographs, to make people think he was a different person than he was. He was truly cold, uncaring, and unsympathetic.
Trunks looked at the small picture of himself in the corner that his mother had slipped in the corner of the frame. His small eyes noticed the difference in his mother's expression when she had him in her arms. An almost fearful expression was on her face, almost as if she was afraid to lose him too. Trunks' expression soured and he looked at the picture, slamming it facedown. He looked up at the ceiling. "Fine, father. Have your way. I will show you I'm ready someday. I'll show you and I'll make you accept me."
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Trunks stood, in the dark desert, a slight wind blowing through his frame. He was older now. 17. He had a short capsule jacket on, a wifebeater, and baggy pants. On his back sat a sword, one that looked slightly familar, but he couldn't recall in his young age. He had his hands in his pockets, surveying a desolate looking enviroment. No trees, nor people stood in the wastelands, only shadows and skeletons of houses. He took a few steps forward to see just what it was that could've caused this to happen. Without another thought, he pulled his sword. He could smell danger permeating the air. The scent of it was almost stifling as he drew his stance.
Without another thought, Trunks flew into the air. Looking down, he noticed he'd just barely missed being run over by a boy that looked about his age. He looked at the boy and sensed a power in him, then slightly lowered himself.
"Hey.. watch what you're doing!" Trunk's couldn't help but let his father's attitude out. The boy looked at him and crossed his arms, a smirk across his face. As Trunks floated down, he could now see the boy more clearly. The boy's short black hair settled around his face. He wore a black T-shirt, orange bandana around his neck, and jeans. The boy's smirk broaden.
"Well, well Trunks.. it's been a while, hasn't it? I can't remember the last time I saw you!"
" Wa.. how do you know my name?!"
The boy laughed. "Ah, Trunks.. I know all about you.. Heir to the 'throne of Saiya jins", right? Your father seemed a lot like you. Stubborn, arrogant... weak.. Maybe you'd like to meet him again.."
Trunks listened intently until the words of his father hit him. He looked the boy in the eyes and shock overtook him. "You know where my father is.. I thought he only trained alone.. I.."
"Enough babbling, Trunks. Let's go see your father, eh?"
Trunks, still not wanting to hear the insults flew up and the two of them took off towards the North. They dropped into a small bulding with it's roof blown off and Trunks could hardly believe what he saw. his father was chained to a wall and bleeding profusely, his eyes closed. Trunks could feel his pain, but didn't know if he still lived or not. He ran to his father and kneeled down, lifting his father's bleeding chin. Vegeta's eyes slightly opened, closing and opening a few times, but finally, Trunks watched him open them wide in shock. Vegeta stared into his son's eyes, his own narrowing.
"Well, Trunks. It appears you were ready, eh? Ready to destroy me! You're here to claim my throne, I suppose. Ha! Kakarott couldn't finish me and so my son does the deed. So this is how the last Saiya Jin is to die?... Betrayed.. by his son!"
Trunks backed away, looking at his father in shock. The words became stuck in his throat and he watched as his father pulled at the chains, trying to break them with all the force he could, but not suceeding. He powered up, his hair turning golden and his eyes turning teal, but before he could move, Trunks watched in dismay as Vegeta fell back against the chains, the energy it took to transform having killed him. Trunks' eyes filled with tears and he clenched his fists. He fell to his knees again and anguish filled his voice as he let out a scream. In the background, he listened as the boy laughed and all began to fade into blackness.
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