Wasn't meant to be 2

"Vegeta, why did you have to say that?" questioned Bulma, turning to face the Saiyan prince.
"Say what?" asked Vegeta irritated.
"Why do you always call Trunks 'boy' or 'brat'?" asked Bulma.
"What wrong with 'boy'?" demanded Vegeta.
"Nothing, except that it makes Trunks feel like an outcast and he's not," retorted Bulma.
Vegeta grunted and looked away, not finding any reason to answer Bulma.
Bulma sighed.
"I'm really worried about Trunks," began Bulma.
Vegeta turned to face Bulma.
"This is the second time he hasn't finished his meals today and he's been staying in his room a lot today. He even declined when I offered to take him to Goten's house.
"You worry too much, woman!" exclaimed Vegeta.
Deep down, Bulma knew that Vegeta was right.
"I guess, but haven't you noticed Vegeta?" asked Bulma.
"Noticed what?" asked Vegeta surprised.
"At how much Trunks wants your attention," retorted Bulma.
"Right, woman," replied Vegeta mocking Bulma.
"It's true. During dinner time he was staring at you the whole time and I knew that something was wrong when he didn't greet you," said Bulma.
"He's just in a bad mood," answered Vegeta.
Bulma sighed. She couldn't understand why Vegeta was so dense at times.
"Vegeta, when was the last time you had a conversation with Trunks?" asked Bulma.
"This afternoon," answered Vegeta bluntly.
"For your information Vegeta, a conversation is different to 'Get up boy, it's time for training'!" yelled Bulma.
"I'm not his babysitter, woman!" replied Vegeta.
"No, but you are his father! Maybe it's about time you acted like one!" cried Bulma angrily, standing up, almost reaching her bursting point.
Vegeta frowned and turned away.
Bulma took a deep breath and sat down, trying her hardest to control her temper.
"Why don't you go up and check on Trunks, Vegeta?" suggested Bulma in a calm voice.
"That is your job, woman! Not mine," answered Vegeta annoyed.
That just crossed the line.
"Listen you Saiyan! Trunks is your son and he is part of your responsibility too!" screamed Bulma.
"Alright, alright. I'll go check on the boy before you blow a blood vessel," replied Vegeta, standing up and walking away.
Bulma could only stare after Vegeta. She couldn't believe that Vegeta had listened to her for once. Suddenly Bulma smiled, because she realised that Vegeta did care about Trunks and his reply was his way of showing that he cared.
Meanwhile, up in Trunks' bedroom, Trunks was leaning against his window ledge looking out at the bright sky, enjoying the peaceful breeze blow through his lavender hair. He loved summer time. Even though it was late the night was still very bright. That's one thing Trunks loved about summer. He could always go to the park or just out in the garden and it would still be warm and bright. Whenever he was a young boy he always loved to just sit in his room. It was a place he could beat the hell out of his bed and cry himself to sleep without anyone noticing. He loved how he was never interrupted when he was in his room and he was grateful for that privacy he had.
Trunks hadn't even bothered to switch on the lights, since the moonlight was bright enough and he wanted to see the stars more clearly. Besides, he felt that this darkness expressed what he was feeling right now. Emptiness and loneliness.
Trunks couldn't stop thinking about the way his father had called him 'boy'. He didn't understand why his father never called him by his name or just 'son'. Trunks had tried his best to cover his hurt in front of his mother. He really did, but he knew that his mother had found out. He could never keep anything away from his mother.
"Is it something I did when I was young?" asked Trunks.
He hated his father for never showing any concern for him or his mother. Again Trunks felt angry and frustrated, but he retained his temper from getting anymore out of hand.
Suddenly Trunks could feel an energy approaching his room. He knew it was his father, but unlike usual Trunks didn't want to see his father. Trunks sensed his father's power even before he heard the footsteps.
Trunks heard his door creaking open but he didn't even turn around, though he did clench the window ledge.
He heard his father frown and he could feel his father's eyes on him.
"What do you want?" asked Trunks coldly.
"Nothing, your mother was worried about you, so I came out to check on you," answered Vegeta in an expressionless tone that Trunks despised.
"At least she cares," replied Trunks.
"What's that mean, brat?" asked Vegeta.
"It means that she cares about me unlike you!" yelled Trunks, his back still facing his father.
"Alright, that's it. Are you going to tell me what is wrong?" asked Vegeta.
"Nothing is wrong and you can tell mother that everything is fine," cried Trunks.
Trunks heard his father hiss at him.
"Tell her yourself. I'm not your personal messenger like Kakarot's second brat," retorted Vegeta leaning against Trunks' door.
Trunks could feel the window ledge breaking under his fist. He spun around and glared at the figure standing against his door.
"Don't you say anything about Goten! He's never done anything to you. You can say whatever you want about me, but you leave Goten out of this!" cried Trunks in a dangerous tone.
Vegeta smirked.
"Anyway, you better go down and tell your mother that you're fine before her hair falls out," retorted Vegeta, ignoring Trunks' threats.
Trunks turned around.
"At least she cares, which is more than you ever will," whispered Trunks quietly, but not quiet enough for Vegeta not to hear it.
Trunks could hear his father take in a deep breath.
"Look you brat! I haven't got time to waste with the likes of you, so are you going to tell me what's wrong or not!" snapped Vegeta.
"Nothing is wrong!" yelled Trunks.
"Now get out! This is my room. I didn't invite you!" yelled Trunks.
Vegeta's eyes widened slightly in shock.
Trunks had not expected to say what he just said, but he was just so mad that he couldn't control himself. For a few seconds there was complete silence. Finally the silence was too awkward for Trunks.
"Well?" asked Trunks.
When silence met his call, Trunks began to feel uncomfortable, but still resisted to face his father.
"Father?" called Trunks quietly.
Slowly Trunks turned his head. He was surprised to not spot his father anywhere in his room. He looked around to make sure that his father wasn't sitting on his bed or poking at his belongings. Sure enough his father was gone. His father had left without so much as a hiss. Somehow this made Trunks feel mad. Without even thinking twice he stepped up on the window ledge and flew off. He flew through the sky, the wind ruffling his hair. He powered up and flew faster and faster.

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Was it okay? I hope that you all liked it because i did. I plan on posting my third part rael soon but for now, please review this story and tell me your thoughts. Thanks a lot