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a/n:This is my first ever songfic. It's about Mirai Trunks trying his hardest to win his father's respect. He tries so hard. I guess when I heard this song for the first time it reminded me so much about how Mirai Trunks hid his power during the time when Cell wanted to absorb the androids. And some of the story may be mixed up.... So ....I guess I should start then.




Trunks kicked a rock gently that lay near his feet. He bit his lip and fought back the urge to scream and throw anything and everything he could find. Goku was sick. (It wasn't supposed to happen this way!) Trunks thought angrily. (It's my fault! All my fault!) he cried inwardly. "I shouldn't have come back! I shouldn't have messed with time! If I wouldn't have come back, I would have let everyone down. And yet I did anyway!" he yelled in anguish, just as his father appeared next to him.


It starts with

one thing

I don't know why

It doesn't even matter how hard you try

Vegeta smirked at his young son. "What did you do kid?" he asked in the same, cold tone he always spoke to Trunks in. He saw his only child look up, blush, and turn away. "Let me guess. You're angry at yourself because stupid Kakarot got himself sick. Right?" Vegeta asked, in an annoyingly superior manner. Trunks mumbled something incoherently. "I knew it. But it doesn't even matter anyway. Stupid Kakarot being sick doesn't change anything. We still have to train and defeat these Android bastards." he said simply. Trunks hardly believed it. iMy/i...dad? Asking ime/i to train with him? Am I dreaming? Finally! A chance to prove myself to him. At least I won't let him down. he thought determindly.

keep that in mind

I designed this rhyme

to explain in due time

All I know

The next day, at Kami's lookout, Trunks, Gohan,Piccolo, and Vegeta were waiting impatiently for Mr. Popo to open the Hyperbolic Time Chamber. Trunks and Vegeta volunteered to go first, since Gohan wanted to wait for his dad to be better. Vegeta thought. Mr. Popo nodded at Vegeta and Trunks and simply commented, "It's ready. You may go in. But remember. Only forty eight hours until the door will seal itself shut." Vegeta glared at him. "I know! Now let's get this over with kid." He and Trunks stepped inside and began their first time training together.

Time is a valuable thing

Watch it fly by as the pendulum swings

Watch it count down to the end of the day

The clock ticks life away

Trunks thought, sixteen hours later. They had been training quite a distance apart from each other. Trunks told himself, and began training harder than he ever had before. He wanted respect, and be damned, he was gonna work until he died to get it.

Its so unreal

Didn't look out below

Watch the time go right out the window

Trying to hold on

Vegeta chanced a glance at his young son. He was training harder than he ever had in his life and yet, this boy was training i even harder!/i He knew deep down inside, that Trunks wanted his respect. And he also knew that if the kid was as stubborn as he was, he would stop at inothing/i to get what he wants. iNothing/i "Good luck my son," he whispered as he turned back to his immense training.

But didn't even know

Wasted it all just to

Watch it go

I kept everything inside and even though I tried

Trunks and Vegeta trained almost for forty eight full hours straight before leaving the Chamber. Trunks came out first, thinking triumphantly that he may have reached a level above Super Saiyajin. He might have even surpassed his father's powers. But he didn't want to reveal that....he would wait for just the right time....

Vegeta came out after his son, smirking triumphantly. He had finally reached the level beyond Super Saiyajin, beyond Kakarot! At last! He had gotten the power he deserved, and without the help of anyone! I finally have the honor of being the strongest being in the universe once again. I am truly the Prince of the Saiyajins. Soon, everyone will bow before me. They will gasp at the mention of my name. They will ifear/i the name Vegeta!

It all fell apart

What it meant to me will evetually

be a memory

of a time when

Trunks nodded at his father. "Ready to go yet dad?" he asked gently, knowing that the prince could still be tired and grumpy from his training. Vegeta glanced at his lavender haired son. "Don't call me that!" he grunted. "And I'm not going with you. I'm going on my own!" Just then, his wife walked in, not noticing that her only son looked hurt and torn. "Here's your armour Vegeta. Her you go Tr-" Bulma looked at who she thought was her son in surprise. "Trunks? Is that you? What happened to your hair?" Vegeta tapped his foot impatiently and finally had to explain to Bulma that a pure Saiyajin's hair never changed, yet Trunks was only 1/2 Saiyajin, so his hair grew. Trunks still hadn't said anything. Bulma smiled cheerfully after Vegeta explained and then said,"All right! I suppose your leaving to fight the androids?" she asked. Vegeta smirked. "iI'm/i leaving to fight the androids." he said and flew off, leaving his son hurt and sad.

I tried so hard

And got so far

But in the end

It doesn't even matter

I had to fall

And lose it all

But in the end

It doesn't even matter



::Ok that was short. I'll post the rest of the song in the course of either one or two more chapters. Like it so far? Whether you do or don't, look at that little rectangular box down there. Review!::