Wasn't meant to be 8
After an hour of rest Trunks woke up. Trunks had expected to wake up in the forest, but instead he found himself in his bedroom.
"What the…? How did I get here?" asked Trunks as he slowly sat up, cringing at the pain in his
stomach. Just then Bulma walked in.
"Trunks, you're awake!" cried Bulma happily.
"Mother!" smiled Trunks. He was happy to see her.
Bulma wrapped her arms around her son and Trunks hugged her back.
"You had me so worried, Trunks. I thought that I lost you," cried Bulma.
"I'm sorry mother. Everything is fine now, mother. Don't worry," comforted Trunks.
"Mother," began Trunks, letting go of his mother.
"How did I end up here?" asked Trunks.
"When your father came home by himself I went out to find you and when I did I took you home," explained Bulma.
'When your father came home by himself.' His mother's word repeated in his head. So his father had made no attempt to follow him. He had just left him. Trunks' smile faded away.
Bulma noticed Trunks' sudden change of mood.
"Trunks," started Bulma, sitting closer to her son. "What happened between you and your father?" asked Bulma quietly.
"Nothing, mother," lied Trunks, since he didn't want his mother to worry about his problems.
"Trunks," said Bulma.
Trunks looked up at his mother and he knew that he couldn't hide anything from her.
Trunks took a deep breathe before replying.
"Father and I got into an argument and I flew off."
"What about all those bruises?" continued Bulma, wanting to know about everything that happened to her son.
Trunks gulped. He looked at his mother's worried face looking back down at him. Trunks didn't know what to say.
"Those are from…" began Trunks but stopped. He was at a loss of words. Part of him wanted to tell his mother about the way his father had punched him, to tell her how much pain his father had caused him, but one side of his brain wouldn't let him. No matter how hard Trunks tried to speak, the one side of his brain prevented him from doing so.
"Vegeta hit you, right?" answered Bulma for Trunks.
Trunks kept his mouth close and didn't even nod or shake his head. When Bulma wrapped her arms around Trunks, Trunks couldn't help but cry. He hugged his mother with all of his might and just allowed his tears to flow out.
"Its okay Trunks. You don't have to tell me anything if you don't want," comforted Bulma, patting her son's back. As much as she wanted to know the full story she didn't want to force Trunks into telling her.
"You better get some rest. I'll wake you up when it's dinner time," said Bulma, tucking her son in.
"Can I just sit in bed, mother? I don't feel like sleeping. I just want to think about things," sobbed Trunks.
Bulma nodded and managed a smile at her son. She leaned forward and kissed her son's cheek before getting up. She looked at her son, who was just staring out the window before she walked away. When she reached the door she bumped into Vegeta. Trunks turned his head and faced his father. He stared at his father in a strange way, almost as if he doesn't know him. Bulma glared at Vegeta.
"What do you want, Vegeta?" asked Bulma coldly.
"I want to talk to the boy," answered Vegeta bluntly, gazing at Bulma.
Trunks' eyes widened slightly.
Bulma pushed past Vegeta and ran down the stairs. Vegeta looked back at Bulma running.
Suddenly Vegeta turned and looked at his son. Vegeta only met Trunks' eyes for less than a second before Trunks quickly looked out the window. Trunks didn't want to look at his father, remembering the pain he caused him. For a couple of seconds, neither Vegeta nor Trunks said anything, but then Trunks finally spoke up.
"What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be out training in your gravity room like you always
do?" snapped Trunks not even bothering to turn around. Trunks had expected his father to yell at him, but he was surprised to hear footsteps approaching him. Slowly he turned his head around to face his father. When Vegeta sat down on Trunks' bed beside him, Trunks flinched and pushed himself away from his father, scared of what his father might do to him.
"What do you want?" asked Trunks in a wobbly voice clenching his fists together.
Vegeta still didn't say a word.
"If you're here to punish me then just do it quick," cried Trunks shutting his eye and waited for the blow, but it never came. Slowly Trunks opened his eyes. His father looked at him with the tiniest hint of kindness and concern in his eyes.
"Are you okay?" asked Vegeta finally.
Trunks' mouth nearly fell open in shock. This was most certainly not what Trunks had expected to hear. But he stopped himself.
"I've been punched in the stomach twice, I've got bruises all over me and my father's rejected me as his son, yeah I'll live," replied Trunks in a sarcastic way, mocking his father. Vegeta lowered his head slightly. Vegeta knew that out of all of the things that Trunks had just said, it was the rejection that hurted him the most.
"Trunks, I just want you to know that I'm sorry about what happened before," said Vegeta quietly.
"What do you mean? When are you ever sorry?" demanded Trunks, sitting up even straighter to face Vegeta, but sat back down at the pain in his stomach.
"I'm sorry about hurting you," continued Vegeta. When Vegeta reached out his hand to try and grab his son's hand, Trunks pulled his hand away.
"No you're lying! You aren't sorry. You're only saying this because mother told you to. You hate me!" screamed Trunks.
"I don't hate you Trunks. I never did," answered Vegeta gently but firmly. Gently, Vegeta placed his hand on Trunks' head and started to ruffle his hair gently. For a second, Trunks was lost in his father's eyes. For the first time ever, they weren't full of pride and arrogance. Then Trunks snapped out of his thoughts. Abruptly, Trunks pushed his father's hand away from his head.
"Stop acting like you care!" yelled Trunks. "This is all a trick. I'm not stupid. I know you don't care if I live or die. You never did. I know you don't want me as you son. I'm not worth being called your son, right?" cried Trunks, tears streaming down his face.
Trunks shut his eyes. Suddenly Trunks felt a hand on his shoulder and he opened his eyes and for the first time in his life, he saw his father smiling at him.
"Trunks, I have always been proud of you and having a son like you is the best thing that has ever happened to me," whispered Vegeta. Trunks could only stare, because these words coming out of his father's mouth was like a dream to him. A dream he had always wished would come true.
"I admit, when your mother told me that she was pregnant with you and that I was the father I was shocked, horrified. I didn't want to become a father, because I didn't think I had what it took to be a father. I didn't want my own child to grow up with the same life as me. I didn't want anyone to feel the pain that I went through, Trunks. And especially not my child."
Trunks continued to stare at his father, completely speechless. This wasn't like his father to be so open to anyone.
"But when I look at you now, I can finally see that even someone like me can change," continued Vegeta.
"Then why are you always so harsh to me and never show any concern for me," asked Trunks.
"Because I didn't know how to tell you," answered Vegeta.
"How to tell me what?" persuaded Trunks.
"Just how much I love you, Trunks. How much you mean to me. You're my life, Trunks. You're from my own blood, Trunks. I can't begin to tell you how important you are in my life," replied Vegeta.
Trunks could feel his body shaking.
"Y..you mean it?" asked Trunks quietly.
"Every word of it, son," smiled Vegeta.
This was the first time Vegeta had called Trunks, son. Trunks couldn't control himself anymore as he lunged himself at his father and hugged his waist. Tears bursted out of Trunks' eyes. Not tears of sadness or anger, but tears of happiness and joy.
"Father! I'm so sorry," cried Trunks.
"No, I'm sorry Trunks," replied Vegeta hugging his son close to him.
"I love you, father," sobbed Trunks.
"I love you too, Trunks," smiled Vegeta holding his son tightly.
Outside leaning against the door was Bulma who had been eavesdropping on the whole conservation. Her eyes too were filled with tears.
'Things are going to change around here from now on. And Trunks and Vegeta's relationship is going to take a turn for the better,' smiled Bulma.
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After an hour of rest Trunks woke up. Trunks had expected to wake up in the forest, but instead he found himself in his bedroom.
"What the…? How did I get here?" asked Trunks as he slowly sat up, cringing at the pain in his
stomach. Just then Bulma walked in.
"Trunks, you're awake!" cried Bulma happily.
"Mother!" smiled Trunks. He was happy to see her.
Bulma wrapped her arms around her son and Trunks hugged her back.
"You had me so worried, Trunks. I thought that I lost you," cried Bulma.
"I'm sorry mother. Everything is fine now, mother. Don't worry," comforted Trunks.
"Mother," began Trunks, letting go of his mother.
"How did I end up here?" asked Trunks.
"When your father came home by himself I went out to find you and when I did I took you home," explained Bulma.
'When your father came home by himself.' His mother's word repeated in his head. So his father had made no attempt to follow him. He had just left him. Trunks' smile faded away.
Bulma noticed Trunks' sudden change of mood.
"Trunks," started Bulma, sitting closer to her son. "What happened between you and your father?" asked Bulma quietly.
"Nothing, mother," lied Trunks, since he didn't want his mother to worry about his problems.
"Trunks," said Bulma.
Trunks looked up at his mother and he knew that he couldn't hide anything from her.
Trunks took a deep breathe before replying.
"Father and I got into an argument and I flew off."
"What about all those bruises?" continued Bulma, wanting to know about everything that happened to her son.
Trunks gulped. He looked at his mother's worried face looking back down at him. Trunks didn't know what to say.
"Those are from…" began Trunks but stopped. He was at a loss of words. Part of him wanted to tell his mother about the way his father had punched him, to tell her how much pain his father had caused him, but one side of his brain wouldn't let him. No matter how hard Trunks tried to speak, the one side of his brain prevented him from doing so.
"Vegeta hit you, right?" answered Bulma for Trunks.
Trunks kept his mouth close and didn't even nod or shake his head. When Bulma wrapped her arms around Trunks, Trunks couldn't help but cry. He hugged his mother with all of his might and just allowed his tears to flow out.
"Its okay Trunks. You don't have to tell me anything if you don't want," comforted Bulma, patting her son's back. As much as she wanted to know the full story she didn't want to force Trunks into telling her.
"You better get some rest. I'll wake you up when it's dinner time," said Bulma, tucking her son in.
"Can I just sit in bed, mother? I don't feel like sleeping. I just want to think about things," sobbed Trunks.
Bulma nodded and managed a smile at her son. She leaned forward and kissed her son's cheek before getting up. She looked at her son, who was just staring out the window before she walked away. When she reached the door she bumped into Vegeta. Trunks turned his head and faced his father. He stared at his father in a strange way, almost as if he doesn't know him. Bulma glared at Vegeta.
"What do you want, Vegeta?" asked Bulma coldly.
"I want to talk to the boy," answered Vegeta bluntly, gazing at Bulma.
Trunks' eyes widened slightly.
Bulma pushed past Vegeta and ran down the stairs. Vegeta looked back at Bulma running.
Suddenly Vegeta turned and looked at his son. Vegeta only met Trunks' eyes for less than a second before Trunks quickly looked out the window. Trunks didn't want to look at his father, remembering the pain he caused him. For a couple of seconds, neither Vegeta nor Trunks said anything, but then Trunks finally spoke up.
"What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be out training in your gravity room like you always
do?" snapped Trunks not even bothering to turn around. Trunks had expected his father to yell at him, but he was surprised to hear footsteps approaching him. Slowly he turned his head around to face his father. When Vegeta sat down on Trunks' bed beside him, Trunks flinched and pushed himself away from his father, scared of what his father might do to him.
"What do you want?" asked Trunks in a wobbly voice clenching his fists together.
Vegeta still didn't say a word.
"If you're here to punish me then just do it quick," cried Trunks shutting his eye and waited for the blow, but it never came. Slowly Trunks opened his eyes. His father looked at him with the tiniest hint of kindness and concern in his eyes.
"Are you okay?" asked Vegeta finally.
Trunks' mouth nearly fell open in shock. This was most certainly not what Trunks had expected to hear. But he stopped himself.
"I've been punched in the stomach twice, I've got bruises all over me and my father's rejected me as his son, yeah I'll live," replied Trunks in a sarcastic way, mocking his father. Vegeta lowered his head slightly. Vegeta knew that out of all of the things that Trunks had just said, it was the rejection that hurted him the most.
"Trunks, I just want you to know that I'm sorry about what happened before," said Vegeta quietly.
"What do you mean? When are you ever sorry?" demanded Trunks, sitting up even straighter to face Vegeta, but sat back down at the pain in his stomach.
"I'm sorry about hurting you," continued Vegeta. When Vegeta reached out his hand to try and grab his son's hand, Trunks pulled his hand away.
"No you're lying! You aren't sorry. You're only saying this because mother told you to. You hate me!" screamed Trunks.
"I don't hate you Trunks. I never did," answered Vegeta gently but firmly. Gently, Vegeta placed his hand on Trunks' head and started to ruffle his hair gently. For a second, Trunks was lost in his father's eyes. For the first time ever, they weren't full of pride and arrogance. Then Trunks snapped out of his thoughts. Abruptly, Trunks pushed his father's hand away from his head.
"Stop acting like you care!" yelled Trunks. "This is all a trick. I'm not stupid. I know you don't care if I live or die. You never did. I know you don't want me as you son. I'm not worth being called your son, right?" cried Trunks, tears streaming down his face.
Trunks shut his eyes. Suddenly Trunks felt a hand on his shoulder and he opened his eyes and for the first time in his life, he saw his father smiling at him.
"Trunks, I have always been proud of you and having a son like you is the best thing that has ever happened to me," whispered Vegeta. Trunks could only stare, because these words coming out of his father's mouth was like a dream to him. A dream he had always wished would come true.
"I admit, when your mother told me that she was pregnant with you and that I was the father I was shocked, horrified. I didn't want to become a father, because I didn't think I had what it took to be a father. I didn't want my own child to grow up with the same life as me. I didn't want anyone to feel the pain that I went through, Trunks. And especially not my child."
Trunks continued to stare at his father, completely speechless. This wasn't like his father to be so open to anyone.
"But when I look at you now, I can finally see that even someone like me can change," continued Vegeta.
"Then why are you always so harsh to me and never show any concern for me," asked Trunks.
"Because I didn't know how to tell you," answered Vegeta.
"How to tell me what?" persuaded Trunks.
"Just how much I love you, Trunks. How much you mean to me. You're my life, Trunks. You're from my own blood, Trunks. I can't begin to tell you how important you are in my life," replied Vegeta.
Trunks could feel his body shaking.
"Y..you mean it?" asked Trunks quietly.
"Every word of it, son," smiled Vegeta.
This was the first time Vegeta had called Trunks, son. Trunks couldn't control himself anymore as he lunged himself at his father and hugged his waist. Tears bursted out of Trunks' eyes. Not tears of sadness or anger, but tears of happiness and joy.
"Father! I'm so sorry," cried Trunks.
"No, I'm sorry Trunks," replied Vegeta hugging his son close to him.
"I love you, father," sobbed Trunks.
"I love you too, Trunks," smiled Vegeta holding his son tightly.
Outside leaning against the door was Bulma who had been eavesdropping on the whole conservation. Her eyes too were filled with tears.
'Things are going to change around here from now on. And Trunks and Vegeta's relationship is going to take a turn for the better,' smiled Bulma.
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I'm really sorry that it took me this long to upload this chapter. This is the final chapter of this story. I hope that you all enjoy it. And I really am grateful to all of those who reviewed this story. Your support has been just wonderful. Thank you all. ^_^
If anyone would like to email me at kitty_dreams@hotmail.com please feel free, because I would love to talk to you, or if you have any comments about this fan fic.
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