The Meaning of a Father's Love
It was after the fight with Majin Buu, which had turned out to be Shin. Anyway the youngest Briefs, Bra (better known as Vegeta's little princess), was six, Goku never left to train with Ube. Trunks was now the low level of his family kind of like Goku was the low-level saiyan. Vegeta never separated from Bra and Bulma. He never even paid attention to his son. If you were to ask him, what subject Trunks liked the most he'd ask, "Who's Trunks?" The man was a menace to his son. It was like the relationship between Luke Skywalker and Darth Vader. This would continue to be the truth until one day when a terrible thing happened.
It was 5 o'clock in the morning and Trunks had appeared outside of the Gravity Room to train with his father. They were fixing to go through an intense training session, as always. They entered the room to train. It was the same as it was everyday. Vegeta wouldn't let Trunks train with him, instead Trunks was made to train himself. "Brat, stay out of my way. I am more determined than ever to beat Kakarot and I don't need an insolent twerp like you getting in my way." Vegeta always told him.
The poor kid. All he wanted was for his father to love him. He was happy that the man was proud of him but that didn't matter. He didn't share his father's pride. As soon as they were done, training it was time for breakfast. Vegeta walked up to Bulma and gave her a small kiss on the cheek. He patted little Bra on the head and sat down. Trunks sat down on the otherside of him.
"Hey Trunks daddy loves me more!!" Bra teased the boy.
"No he doesn't!!!!" Trunks responded. He almost wanted to cry. He thought it was true. No, he knew it was true.
"Does toooooo!!!! Admit it you're jealous." Bra continued. Trunks wanted to stuff his fist into her mouth. Maybe it would shut her up.
"Hey mom can I go to Goten's house today??" Trunks asked.
"Sure Trunks. You'll have to be back before dinner though." Bulma responded.
"I think I'll go and beat Kakarot into a bloody pulp while he's there." Vegeta laughed.
"Just don't come back to injured. I don't feel like sewing up every limb on your body for the hundredth time this week." Bulma laughed. Vegeta growled at her comment.
"I will not lose to that little third class baka of a saiyan."
"Okay of course not Vegeta....Just have fun." Bulma sighed trying not to laugh. Soon after the plates were cleared, Vegeta and Trunks set off to the Son house for a day full of training.
Sorry about this short chapter. The next will be longer if I get enough reviews.
It was after the fight with Majin Buu, which had turned out to be Shin. Anyway the youngest Briefs, Bra (better known as Vegeta's little princess), was six, Goku never left to train with Ube. Trunks was now the low level of his family kind of like Goku was the low-level saiyan. Vegeta never separated from Bra and Bulma. He never even paid attention to his son. If you were to ask him, what subject Trunks liked the most he'd ask, "Who's Trunks?" The man was a menace to his son. It was like the relationship between Luke Skywalker and Darth Vader. This would continue to be the truth until one day when a terrible thing happened.
It was 5 o'clock in the morning and Trunks had appeared outside of the Gravity Room to train with his father. They were fixing to go through an intense training session, as always. They entered the room to train. It was the same as it was everyday. Vegeta wouldn't let Trunks train with him, instead Trunks was made to train himself. "Brat, stay out of my way. I am more determined than ever to beat Kakarot and I don't need an insolent twerp like you getting in my way." Vegeta always told him.
The poor kid. All he wanted was for his father to love him. He was happy that the man was proud of him but that didn't matter. He didn't share his father's pride. As soon as they were done, training it was time for breakfast. Vegeta walked up to Bulma and gave her a small kiss on the cheek. He patted little Bra on the head and sat down. Trunks sat down on the otherside of him.
"Hey Trunks daddy loves me more!!" Bra teased the boy.
"No he doesn't!!!!" Trunks responded. He almost wanted to cry. He thought it was true. No, he knew it was true.
"Does toooooo!!!! Admit it you're jealous." Bra continued. Trunks wanted to stuff his fist into her mouth. Maybe it would shut her up.
"Hey mom can I go to Goten's house today??" Trunks asked.
"Sure Trunks. You'll have to be back before dinner though." Bulma responded.
"I think I'll go and beat Kakarot into a bloody pulp while he's there." Vegeta laughed.
"Just don't come back to injured. I don't feel like sewing up every limb on your body for the hundredth time this week." Bulma laughed. Vegeta growled at her comment.
"I will not lose to that little third class baka of a saiyan."
"Okay of course not Vegeta....Just have fun." Bulma sighed trying not to laugh. Soon after the plates were cleared, Vegeta and Trunks set off to the Son house for a day full of training.
Sorry about this short chapter. The next will be longer if I get enough reviews.