~~Okay this just a poem I wrote in my spare time. It is on Trunks's outlook of his father, Vegeta. Enjoy.
I don't own DBZ or the characters~~
Vegeta
An evil smirk,
A glare so cold,
His hair's strait up
Or so I'm told.
His piercing black eyes
Showed hatred and pride,
Not any love
Before he died.
With his cold heart
It couldn't be true,
That he fought
To save our Earth, too
He fought so hard,
He fought with pride,
But in the end
He had died.
So, the cold-hearted man,
Dead in his grave,
The on I call Father,
I consider him, Brave.
~ There ya go. Hope ya liked it. Nothin' big but I love to write about Vegeta and Trunks. Please review and tell me what you think Thanks and Peace Out! ~
