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A/N: Haven't uploaded since ff.net has been screwed, but here's the next chapter... Thanks for the reviews, I'll oblige and keep going... R&R! ^_^
Chapter 3: Denial
"Gohan?" Trunks asked, flopping down in the grass.
"Yeah?"
"What's it like to have a father?"
Gohan seemed startled by this question and paused before answering.
"It's great. I only had my father till I was about nine though, so I don't know how it feels when you're a teen. But they're always there, knowing the right thing to say, being there when you're down. Busting you out of your house when your mom's holding you captive to study, taking you off to train, introducing you to all these cool people. I doubt that's what typical teens' fathers are like, but that's how my dad always was. You could always tell that my parents cared about each other, but most of the time it seemed like they were on different planets, although most of the time they were, literally."
"You must really miss him." Trunks said in sympathy.
"I wish I could say the same."
"Ahh, Trunks, don't talk like that. True your father was mean, arrogant, bossy, proud, and usually not the slight bit helpful, but he was still your father."
"Great Gohan, I feel so much better now." Trunks sarcastically responded, looking up at the birds flying overhead.
"I wonder what it would be like to be one of those birds, to able to just fly away from your problems like that..."
"What's bugging you Trunks? You seem really down lately." Gohan commented.
"I guess it's just a lot of stuff that's all hitting me at the same time." Trunks muttered.
"I mean, I never knew my father was such a jerk, sure, I knew that he was arrogant and not very open with his feelings except his hatred, but I never knew how cold-hearted he was..."
"Wait a minute? What do you mean, 'you never knew?' When did you find out all this?"
"Just last night, man Gohan, I hate my father, I hate him for what he did."
"Trunks, he didn't DO anything, he died in battle, it's as simple as that..."
"Maybe I hate him for what he DIDN'T do... Never telling my mother he loved her, never spending any time with us when he was still alive..."
"Trunks, your father just wasn't that kind of person. He could never just outright TELL your mother that he loved her, for him, it just didn't work that way. But he did love her, I know he did..."
"I know he never loved me. He cared for me even less than he cared for my mother."
"He made her fall in love with him, then he broke her heart, then he died. What a romantic story..." Trunks said in the same sarcastic tone."
"Oh c'mon Trunks, lighten up. You always look at the down side."
"You don't know what it's like Gohan. You don't know what it's like seeing your mother cry because she never knew if your father loved her. You don't know what it's like wondering if your own father ever cared for you. I envy you." He muttered the last part.
"Trunks..." Gohan murmured.
"I just don't know what to say."
"Just don't say anything." Trunks said in more of a whisper.
"Let's just train, it makes me feel better." Said Trunks, getting up from his sprawled position.
"Sure." Gohan replied, following his actions.
They began practicing simple ki balls, and it progressed from there when Gohan was trying to teach Trunks the kamehameha wave. After a few hours they collapsed on a nearby bench, that tilted at an angle, another victim of the androids' destruction.
"Now Trunks, have you managed to change into a super saiyan yet?" Gohan asked, as sweat clung to his forehead.
"No." Trunks grudgingly admitted.
"Man Gohan! Why can't I do it? Why is it so hard?" He grunted in rage.
"We all become super saiyans at different times Trunks, you can't control it, it just happens."
"It comes from a need, not a desire like your father seemed to think."
"My father." Trunks muttered.
"He worked all his life to transform into the legendary race of saiyan, but he never could. Maybe I too won't be able to, just like him."
"Trunks, your father never could because I guess he never knew such a deep pain as the rest of us... That might have been what was holding him back."
"His whole planet was blown up, his father was murdered by alien scum that made him his slave, that alien broke his pride and then killed him... Isn't that enough?"
"I became a super saiyan when my friends all began to die, Piccolo, Krillin, all at the androids' mercy. They never had a chance against those mechanized monsters."
"You never did consider my father your friend, did you Gohan?" Trunks mused.
"I guess I didn't because he always seemed to hate my father and therefore hated me too. I don't know why your father despised mine, I guess it was because mine always seemed to excel before yours, always becoming better than him even though my dad was just a low level and he was prince."
"Don't talk about my father like that. He was a brave and noble prince, and died trying to save this planet. That deserves respect!" Trunks got an angry glint in his eyes, defending his family's honor.
"Chill Trunks. I'm just stating the facts. It was easy to see that your father was jealous at mine."
"Just leave me alone!" Trunks screamed at him, running away.
"Trunks wait!" Gohan desperately called back to the fleeing purple haired boy.
"I'm sorry." He whispered, as the wind carried away his words.
~~~~~~~~~~
"Man, how can he talk about my dad like that? Even though he was a jerk, he still had honor and it would have disgraced him to hear himself summarized like that." Trunks muttered as he ran down the streets, not caring where he ended up.
Hot tears stinged his cheeks as he ran away from his problems.
He bumped into something, and muttered, "Sorry," not looking up to see the obstruction blocking his path.
"Well, well. Look what we've got here?" He heard a familiar cruel voice and looked up in pure horror into the cold, merciless eyes, of Android #17...
To be Continued...
A/N: Cliffhanger... I'll try to continue it tomorrow, please review, the more reviews I get, the more likely I'll continue it faster. I hope you've liked it so far, I've enjoyed writing it! Arigatou! Ja ne! ^_^
~Trunks Gal~
A/N: Haven't uploaded since ff.net has been screwed, but here's the next chapter... Thanks for the reviews, I'll oblige and keep going... R&R! ^_^
Chapter 3: Denial
"Gohan?" Trunks asked, flopping down in the grass.
"Yeah?"
"What's it like to have a father?"
Gohan seemed startled by this question and paused before answering.
"It's great. I only had my father till I was about nine though, so I don't know how it feels when you're a teen. But they're always there, knowing the right thing to say, being there when you're down. Busting you out of your house when your mom's holding you captive to study, taking you off to train, introducing you to all these cool people. I doubt that's what typical teens' fathers are like, but that's how my dad always was. You could always tell that my parents cared about each other, but most of the time it seemed like they were on different planets, although most of the time they were, literally."
"You must really miss him." Trunks said in sympathy.
"I wish I could say the same."
"Ahh, Trunks, don't talk like that. True your father was mean, arrogant, bossy, proud, and usually not the slight bit helpful, but he was still your father."
"Great Gohan, I feel so much better now." Trunks sarcastically responded, looking up at the birds flying overhead.
"I wonder what it would be like to be one of those birds, to able to just fly away from your problems like that..."
"What's bugging you Trunks? You seem really down lately." Gohan commented.
"I guess it's just a lot of stuff that's all hitting me at the same time." Trunks muttered.
"I mean, I never knew my father was such a jerk, sure, I knew that he was arrogant and not very open with his feelings except his hatred, but I never knew how cold-hearted he was..."
"Wait a minute? What do you mean, 'you never knew?' When did you find out all this?"
"Just last night, man Gohan, I hate my father, I hate him for what he did."
"Trunks, he didn't DO anything, he died in battle, it's as simple as that..."
"Maybe I hate him for what he DIDN'T do... Never telling my mother he loved her, never spending any time with us when he was still alive..."
"Trunks, your father just wasn't that kind of person. He could never just outright TELL your mother that he loved her, for him, it just didn't work that way. But he did love her, I know he did..."
"I know he never loved me. He cared for me even less than he cared for my mother."
"He made her fall in love with him, then he broke her heart, then he died. What a romantic story..." Trunks said in the same sarcastic tone."
"Oh c'mon Trunks, lighten up. You always look at the down side."
"You don't know what it's like Gohan. You don't know what it's like seeing your mother cry because she never knew if your father loved her. You don't know what it's like wondering if your own father ever cared for you. I envy you." He muttered the last part.
"Trunks..." Gohan murmured.
"I just don't know what to say."
"Just don't say anything." Trunks said in more of a whisper.
"Let's just train, it makes me feel better." Said Trunks, getting up from his sprawled position.
"Sure." Gohan replied, following his actions.
They began practicing simple ki balls, and it progressed from there when Gohan was trying to teach Trunks the kamehameha wave. After a few hours they collapsed on a nearby bench, that tilted at an angle, another victim of the androids' destruction.
"Now Trunks, have you managed to change into a super saiyan yet?" Gohan asked, as sweat clung to his forehead.
"No." Trunks grudgingly admitted.
"Man Gohan! Why can't I do it? Why is it so hard?" He grunted in rage.
"We all become super saiyans at different times Trunks, you can't control it, it just happens."
"It comes from a need, not a desire like your father seemed to think."
"My father." Trunks muttered.
"He worked all his life to transform into the legendary race of saiyan, but he never could. Maybe I too won't be able to, just like him."
"Trunks, your father never could because I guess he never knew such a deep pain as the rest of us... That might have been what was holding him back."
"His whole planet was blown up, his father was murdered by alien scum that made him his slave, that alien broke his pride and then killed him... Isn't that enough?"
"I became a super saiyan when my friends all began to die, Piccolo, Krillin, all at the androids' mercy. They never had a chance against those mechanized monsters."
"You never did consider my father your friend, did you Gohan?" Trunks mused.
"I guess I didn't because he always seemed to hate my father and therefore hated me too. I don't know why your father despised mine, I guess it was because mine always seemed to excel before yours, always becoming better than him even though my dad was just a low level and he was prince."
"Don't talk about my father like that. He was a brave and noble prince, and died trying to save this planet. That deserves respect!" Trunks got an angry glint in his eyes, defending his family's honor.
"Chill Trunks. I'm just stating the facts. It was easy to see that your father was jealous at mine."
"Just leave me alone!" Trunks screamed at him, running away.
"Trunks wait!" Gohan desperately called back to the fleeing purple haired boy.
"I'm sorry." He whispered, as the wind carried away his words.
~~~~~~~~~~
"Man, how can he talk about my dad like that? Even though he was a jerk, he still had honor and it would have disgraced him to hear himself summarized like that." Trunks muttered as he ran down the streets, not caring where he ended up.
Hot tears stinged his cheeks as he ran away from his problems.
He bumped into something, and muttered, "Sorry," not looking up to see the obstruction blocking his path.
"Well, well. Look what we've got here?" He heard a familiar cruel voice and looked up in pure horror into the cold, merciless eyes, of Android #17...
To be Continued...
A/N: Cliffhanger... I'll try to continue it tomorrow, please review, the more reviews I get, the more likely I'll continue it faster. I hope you've liked it so far, I've enjoyed writing it! Arigatou! Ja ne! ^_^
~Trunks Gal~