A/N: Another sad and depressing poem from the sad and depressing mind of me. Trunks POV.
-~*RebelChick204*~

"Buttered toast." Ed from Ed, Edd, and Eddy
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Gravity Room
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I walked with my father
To the gravity room
I knew that a beating
Was coming real soon

How else was I
Supposed to get strong?
If my father approved,
It couldn't be wrong.

He turned the gravity
Up really high
We both did our stretches
And started to fly.

I tried to hit him
And threw a ki blast
My father dodged it
And it flew right past.

He punched and kicked me
And beat me up more.
I slammed into the wall
And landed on the floor.

He landed in front of me
And said, "Why do I try?"
He walked out the door
And I started to cry.

I dragged myself to my room
And hoped my wounds weren't real bad
Then I sat down and waited
For some more training with Dad.