~~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! ~