A/N:This is part two of the song "In the End". I left out the repeats, like when they sing the chorus twice, I only typed it once. So PLEASE REVIEW!!!! See the little rectangular box near the bottom of your screen? R-E-V-I-E-W! This part 2 is dedicated to my four BFFEAEAEAE (Best friends for ever and ever and ever and ever) Madison,Myka,Kelci and of course you can't forget Jaymie! Lol! Luv you guys!
Trunks had a sudden impulse to run away and never look back.He could hardly believe that he was actually being rejected by his father, after he worked SO hard. He felt like all of his dreams and hopes had come crashing down around him, like the surf crashing against the shore. But then, he imagined what the androids from the future did to his father and knew, that for the sake of his mother, and his real self, he had to go after his father.
One thing
I don't know why
Doesn't even matter how hard you try
Keep that in mind
I designed this rhyme
To remind myself How
I tried so hard
Vegeta looked back at Kame's lookout, just in time to see his young teenage son following him. "Stupid kid," he thought irritably. "Just like his father. Stubborn and proud. Dunno what he thinks he's doing. He doesn't actually expect me to let him fight alongside me does he?" Vegeta turned around and pondered the thought. "Or does he?" he muttered, and looked back to see his son flying at him at top speed. "What am I going to say to the boy?" he thought, alarmed.
In spite of the way you were mocking me
Actin like I was a part of your property
Remembering all the times you fought with me
I'm surprised
It got so (far)
Trunks shot towards his father as fast as he could. He came to a sudden halt in front of his father, blocking his way. "What the hell are you doing boy?" Vegeta demanded indignantly. Trunks almost smiled. He knew he had surprised his father. "Dad...." he whipsered, and straightened up. "Father, it would be the finest honor to assist you in the destruction of the androids." he said formally. Vegeta raised his eyebrows. "Excuse me....but the only improvement I see in you is your speed. I'm surprised you could catch up to me." he said bitterly. Trunks had had enough. "Dad! All of my life, in the future, I have tried so hard to please you, to make you proud. Nothing ever mattered to you. It was like you never even knew my name! You just called me kid, brat, or boy. I tried desperately to become stronger to make you proud.....but by the time I finally succeeded in becoming a Super Saiya-jin, you....you were....already dead." he finished, a wave of sadness washing over him.
Things aren't the way they were before
You woudln't even reconize me anymore
Not that you knew me back then
But it all comes back to me
Vegeta took a deep breath. How he desperately wanted to comfort his son, to tell him he was sorry. Yet he couldn't. His pride was....much too strong. Instead of a consoling remark, all that came out of his mouth were cold, bitter words. "Boo hoo. How touching. Now If you'll excuse me, I have some android ass to kick." he said simply, yet forcefully, leaving his son once again dejected and miserable.
In the end
You kept everyhing inside and even though I tried
It all fell apart
What it meant to me
Will eventually
Be a memory
Of a time when I
Trunks couldn't believe anyone could be so cold and unloving at a time like this. Would his real self grow up like this too? Trunks shook himself out of his reverie, realising that if he didn't help his arrogant father his young counterpart might not even grow up.
* * * * * * * *
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
Later that year, the battle with the androids waged on, even more violent and bloody than before. But by now, the Saiya-jins seemed to be gaining the upper hand. The androids were weakening, alongside the fact that the Saiya-jins were getting stronger every day. Trunks looked back at the events that led up to this battle and shuddered involuntarily. Trunks looked around at his mother, his father, Goku, and Gohan. He hated to think of it, but any one of them, anyone, could be killed any moment. Any given moment....
* * * * * * * * * * *
I put my trust in you
Pushed as far as i can go
For all this
Theres only one thing you should know
About a month later, Trunks and Vegeta were in the midst of a brutal, bloody battle with the evil twin androids. Strangely enough, the androids, who seemed to be getting stronger and stronger, looked as if this battle was nothing for them. On the other hand, the two Saiya-jins were trying their hardest just to stay alive. It was awful. Any moment now, Trunks knew the end would come. Please, he thought desperately, Please, save my young self. Let him live and grow. Let him become strong enough to destroy these... these monsters... And as the last breath left him, he hoped frantically that his father had enough sense to save themselves and leave him to be brutally killed by the androids. It was an inevitable sacrifice.
I tried so hard
And got so far
But in the end
It doesn't even matter
Vegeta yelled in rage as he saw his son fall to the ground. He wasn't dead....not yet anyway. Vegeta fought back the tears. In a few seconds, he would lose his only child, his only son. Why, he asked himself guiltily, Why can't it be me there, giving my life to save the Earth. This planet is pathetic, but it is my home....and my son's home. There must be a way to stop this madness! Praying his son wasn't dead, Vegeta picked up the last, tiny ounce of strength in his weary body and hurled himself at the boy android. It wasn't enough to kill 17, but Vegeta tried nonetheless. In retaliation, Android 17 fired a bright, unavoidable energy blast at his nemesis. As he watched his victim fall to the ground, the heartless android felt a sense of triumph. It was over. The androids had won.
I had to fall
And lose it all
But in the end
It doesn't even matter
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Aw! I almost cried when I wrote the end. *picks up a box of tissues and wipes her eyes* Sorry it had to end that way. More songfics coming! That was fun writing a serious story for once....heh...anyhoo, I have one word as a farewell. REVIEW!!!
~Ciarra
Trunks had a sudden impulse to run away and never look back.He could hardly believe that he was actually being rejected by his father, after he worked SO hard. He felt like all of his dreams and hopes had come crashing down around him, like the surf crashing against the shore. But then, he imagined what the androids from the future did to his father and knew, that for the sake of his mother, and his real self, he had to go after his father.
One thing
I don't know why
Doesn't even matter how hard you try
Keep that in mind
I designed this rhyme
To remind myself How
I tried so hard
Vegeta looked back at Kame's lookout, just in time to see his young teenage son following him. "Stupid kid," he thought irritably. "Just like his father. Stubborn and proud. Dunno what he thinks he's doing. He doesn't actually expect me to let him fight alongside me does he?" Vegeta turned around and pondered the thought. "Or does he?" he muttered, and looked back to see his son flying at him at top speed. "What am I going to say to the boy?" he thought, alarmed.
In spite of the way you were mocking me
Actin like I was a part of your property
Remembering all the times you fought with me
I'm surprised
It got so (far)
Trunks shot towards his father as fast as he could. He came to a sudden halt in front of his father, blocking his way. "What the hell are you doing boy?" Vegeta demanded indignantly. Trunks almost smiled. He knew he had surprised his father. "Dad...." he whipsered, and straightened up. "Father, it would be the finest honor to assist you in the destruction of the androids." he said formally. Vegeta raised his eyebrows. "Excuse me....but the only improvement I see in you is your speed. I'm surprised you could catch up to me." he said bitterly. Trunks had had enough. "Dad! All of my life, in the future, I have tried so hard to please you, to make you proud. Nothing ever mattered to you. It was like you never even knew my name! You just called me kid, brat, or boy. I tried desperately to become stronger to make you proud.....but by the time I finally succeeded in becoming a Super Saiya-jin, you....you were....already dead." he finished, a wave of sadness washing over him.
Things aren't the way they were before
You woudln't even reconize me anymore
Not that you knew me back then
But it all comes back to me
Vegeta took a deep breath. How he desperately wanted to comfort his son, to tell him he was sorry. Yet he couldn't. His pride was....much too strong. Instead of a consoling remark, all that came out of his mouth were cold, bitter words. "Boo hoo. How touching. Now If you'll excuse me, I have some android ass to kick." he said simply, yet forcefully, leaving his son once again dejected and miserable.
In the end
You kept everyhing inside and even though I tried
It all fell apart
What it meant to me
Will eventually
Be a memory
Of a time when I
Trunks couldn't believe anyone could be so cold and unloving at a time like this. Would his real self grow up like this too? Trunks shook himself out of his reverie, realising that if he didn't help his arrogant father his young counterpart might not even grow up.
* * * * * * * *
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
Later that year, the battle with the androids waged on, even more violent and bloody than before. But by now, the Saiya-jins seemed to be gaining the upper hand. The androids were weakening, alongside the fact that the Saiya-jins were getting stronger every day. Trunks looked back at the events that led up to this battle and shuddered involuntarily. Trunks looked around at his mother, his father, Goku, and Gohan. He hated to think of it, but any one of them, anyone, could be killed any moment. Any given moment....
* * * * * * * * * * *
I put my trust in you
Pushed as far as i can go
For all this
Theres only one thing you should know
About a month later, Trunks and Vegeta were in the midst of a brutal, bloody battle with the evil twin androids. Strangely enough, the androids, who seemed to be getting stronger and stronger, looked as if this battle was nothing for them. On the other hand, the two Saiya-jins were trying their hardest just to stay alive. It was awful. Any moment now, Trunks knew the end would come. Please, he thought desperately, Please, save my young self. Let him live and grow. Let him become strong enough to destroy these... these monsters... And as the last breath left him, he hoped frantically that his father had enough sense to save themselves and leave him to be brutally killed by the androids. It was an inevitable sacrifice.
I tried so hard
And got so far
But in the end
It doesn't even matter
Vegeta yelled in rage as he saw his son fall to the ground. He wasn't dead....not yet anyway. Vegeta fought back the tears. In a few seconds, he would lose his only child, his only son. Why, he asked himself guiltily, Why can't it be me there, giving my life to save the Earth. This planet is pathetic, but it is my home....and my son's home. There must be a way to stop this madness! Praying his son wasn't dead, Vegeta picked up the last, tiny ounce of strength in his weary body and hurled himself at the boy android. It wasn't enough to kill 17, but Vegeta tried nonetheless. In retaliation, Android 17 fired a bright, unavoidable energy blast at his nemesis. As he watched his victim fall to the ground, the heartless android felt a sense of triumph. It was over. The androids had won.
I had to fall
And lose it all
But in the end
It doesn't even matter
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Aw! I almost cried when I wrote the end. *picks up a box of tissues and wipes her eyes* Sorry it had to end that way. More songfics coming! That was fun writing a serious story for once....heh...anyhoo, I have one word as a farewell. REVIEW!!!
~Ciarra
