Wasn't meant to be 6
Meanwhile, Trunks had landed on quiet and peaceful part of the forest. This was Trunks' favourite place, not even Goten knew about this place. Here in the forest, Trunks could train alone and figure out his problems in his life. Trunks always enjoyed being here, because it is so beautiful and no one ever came here. There was a calm waterfall and lake that Trunks often swam in an enjoyed himself, but today he was not in the mood.
Trunks landed beside a tree and suddenly he let out a loud scream into the sky to let loose all of his anger. He shot a powerful blast, which disintegrated a large chuck of rocks. Trunks slumped against the tree and cried.
"Why? Why, do I have such a heartless father?" sobbed Trunks.
'Everything I do is for him. I've always tried to be the way he wants me to be. I don't get it. Why does he hate me? He never looks at me. He never smiles at me. From the day I was born the only expression I have ever seen is his smirk. What is it in me that he dislikes so much that he hates me?' Trunks blinked a couple of times to try and stop his tears from flowing out, but failed.
'All my life I've tried to gain his acceptance, but now I see that there's no point in trying anymore. He doesn't care anyway. No one cares. I bet that even if I kill myself in front of my father he would probably just smirk. Why can't father see how important it is for me to gain his approval? It seems like the more I try to gain his approval, the less I do so.'
"I give up," muttered Trunks.
Feeling his eyelids getting heavier, Trunks crawled over to the lake, since he was too weak to walk. Trunks cupped his hands and splashed some water onto his face to try and keep himself awake. He stared into the lake and as the ripples reformed he noticed how much he resembled his father. Even though his hair and eye colours were from his mother, everything else was from his father. His facial appearance, face shape, eyes, his physical structure and even his attitude are from Vegeta.
"No!" cried Trunks. "I'm not like Vegeta. I'm not him," yelled Trunks smashing a fist into the water, distorting the image. Tears flowed out of his eyes and Trunks couldn't stop them despite his best efforts.
"Why do I look like him?" cried Trunks.
'Because you are his son,' answered his conscience.
"He doesn't even treat me as his son," sobbed Trunks.
'Maybe so, but he is your father nonetheless and you care about him.'
"No, I don't care about him. I don't care what happens to him," snapped Trunks.
"You do care about him. You've sacrificed everything for him. You love him and you respect him.'
"No! That's not true. I don't love him. He doesn't deserve my respect," yelled Trunks, pushing his conscience away. Trunks stood up, but fell back down again. He winced at the pain coming from his stomach. Suddenly a large gust of wind blew past and Trunks shivered. Only just now had he noticed how cold it was. Trunks lay down on the warm grass and curled himself up into a ball to keep himself warm. Soon slept overtook him.
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Hey everyone! Sorry that this is such a short chapter. I hope you liked it nonetheless. Please review it. I'm really working hard to do the best I can with this story.
Meanwhile, Trunks had landed on quiet and peaceful part of the forest. This was Trunks' favourite place, not even Goten knew about this place. Here in the forest, Trunks could train alone and figure out his problems in his life. Trunks always enjoyed being here, because it is so beautiful and no one ever came here. There was a calm waterfall and lake that Trunks often swam in an enjoyed himself, but today he was not in the mood.
Trunks landed beside a tree and suddenly he let out a loud scream into the sky to let loose all of his anger. He shot a powerful blast, which disintegrated a large chuck of rocks. Trunks slumped against the tree and cried.
"Why? Why, do I have such a heartless father?" sobbed Trunks.
'Everything I do is for him. I've always tried to be the way he wants me to be. I don't get it. Why does he hate me? He never looks at me. He never smiles at me. From the day I was born the only expression I have ever seen is his smirk. What is it in me that he dislikes so much that he hates me?' Trunks blinked a couple of times to try and stop his tears from flowing out, but failed.
'All my life I've tried to gain his acceptance, but now I see that there's no point in trying anymore. He doesn't care anyway. No one cares. I bet that even if I kill myself in front of my father he would probably just smirk. Why can't father see how important it is for me to gain his approval? It seems like the more I try to gain his approval, the less I do so.'
"I give up," muttered Trunks.
Feeling his eyelids getting heavier, Trunks crawled over to the lake, since he was too weak to walk. Trunks cupped his hands and splashed some water onto his face to try and keep himself awake. He stared into the lake and as the ripples reformed he noticed how much he resembled his father. Even though his hair and eye colours were from his mother, everything else was from his father. His facial appearance, face shape, eyes, his physical structure and even his attitude are from Vegeta.
"No!" cried Trunks. "I'm not like Vegeta. I'm not him," yelled Trunks smashing a fist into the water, distorting the image. Tears flowed out of his eyes and Trunks couldn't stop them despite his best efforts.
"Why do I look like him?" cried Trunks.
'Because you are his son,' answered his conscience.
"He doesn't even treat me as his son," sobbed Trunks.
'Maybe so, but he is your father nonetheless and you care about him.'
"No, I don't care about him. I don't care what happens to him," snapped Trunks.
"You do care about him. You've sacrificed everything for him. You love him and you respect him.'
"No! That's not true. I don't love him. He doesn't deserve my respect," yelled Trunks, pushing his conscience away. Trunks stood up, but fell back down again. He winced at the pain coming from his stomach. Suddenly a large gust of wind blew past and Trunks shivered. Only just now had he noticed how cold it was. Trunks lay down on the warm grass and curled himself up into a ball to keep himself warm. Soon slept overtook him.
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Hey everyone! Sorry that this is such a short chapter. I hope you liked it nonetheless. Please review it. I'm really working hard to do the best I can with this story.
