Title: Little Boys Blue
Author: AstroKender
Pairings: None.
Rating: Action, Angst
Warnings: Some OOCness on Goku's and, to a lesser extent, Vegeta's behalf. Oh hell, everyones a bit OOC. Some swearing.
Spoilers: None.
Notes: AU. This fic was written mainly to explore some father/son issues that could have arisen between the Trunks and Cell sagas. This was my first DBZ fanfic so it's a bit raw.
Feedback: Welcome. Please review.
Disclaimers: DBZ belongs to Akira Toriyama and Funimation. This fic is for entertainment purposes and is not in any way meant for profit. Don't sue me.
Part 2
"That's it Gohan!" Piccolo shouted. "Get under his guard! Use your size as an advantage!"
Vegeta grunted slightly as a small fist connected with his mid-drift. Eyes narrowing, he waited for Gohan to come close once more before lashing out with his foot, kicking the young boy in the chest. Gohan took the kick silently before grabbing Vegeta's leg and twisting it, throwing the larger man away.
Sweat dripped down Gohan's back as he and Vegeta circled each other, each looking for the other's weaknesses. Suddenly, the Saiyan prince yelled, letting loose a fist sized ball of energy. Gohan's eyes widened and he ducked swiftly, dodging the blast.
"Gohan! Watch out! It was a feint!" Piccolo warned as Vegeta disappeared.
Gohan looked around wildly as he tried to track the other Saiyan's incredible speed. Suddenly, the boy's eyes narrowed and his arm came out, blocking a punch aimed for his head. Vegeta advanced with a flurry of kicks and punches, driving Gohan back.
Piccolo watched the fight progress from the sidelines, occasionally shouting advice or urging his pupil on. He noticed both fighters seemed to be holding back, reluctant to use their full powers and possibly seriously injure each other. The Namek nodded, approving of Vegeta's control.
Backed against a cliff wall, Gohan growled and clenched his fists. A harsh wind appeared, flowing around the young boy as sparks flew off of him. Pinning Vegeta with a suddenly powerful stare, he raised his hands.
"Masenko...HA!"
A basketball sized ball of energy hurtled towards Vegeta. Unable to dodge in time, the Saiyan prince was blown across the field to slam into the cliffs on the other side.
Panting, Gohan relaxed and the wind died around him. Smiling at Piccolo's approving nod, the young boy flashed over to where Vegeta was struggling to get up among the rubble surrounding him.
"That was a great fight Vegeta!" Gohan said, extending his hand out to help the other fighter up.
"Yes it was." Vegeta took the offered hand. "But you don't stop fighting until the battle is over!"
Gohan felt himself being thrown into the air and cursed himself. When was he going to learn? He struggled to slow his ascent as he gazed warily at Vegeta who stood far below.
"Galic gun!" The Spiky haired man cried and a pulsing beam of light shot up towards Gohan, slamming into his shoulder. The young boy cried out and fell to the ground.
Smirking, Vegeta walked over to the huddled form. "You're pretty strong for one so young. If we were fighting for real you'd be a worthy adversary, despite being a spawn of Kakkarot." He helped Gohan stumble to his feet.
"Thanks for the compliment, I think." Gohan mumbled. He tilted his head and Vegeta saw the odd gleam in his eye. "But the battle's not over yet!" He launched himself at the bigger man.
Laughing, Vegeta blocked Gohan's blurring punches. "Now you're learning, kid!"
Piccolo smiled proudly but stiffened as he sensed a surging power behind him. Turning, the Namek came eye to eye with a furious Goku. Piccolo backed up a step involuntarily.
"What's going on here, Piccolo?"
Piccolo's brows furrowed in confusion. His eyes moved to Trunks, who stood behind his old rival. The young man didn't even look his way; his eyes were fixed on the battle in front of them. "What do you mean?"
"Why are you letting Gohan fight Vegeta? He could get hurt!"
The Namek shook his head. "You're being overprotective, Goku. They are just sparring. Look, neither of them are using anything near their full power. Stop acting like his mother."
Goku brushed past him. "The Vegeta I know doesn't play fair and especially doesn't care if he hurts someone, even a little boy."
"Then you don't know Vegeta at all."
The black haired fighter turned to glare at him. "Watch your words, Piccolo, unless you've got the strength to back them up. Which I highly doubt since your only fighting partner has been a ten year old boy."
At these words Trunks' eyes widened. It wasn't like Goku to insult someone. Especially his own son. The plum haired boy was suddenly thankful that Gohan was too busy sparring with Vegeta to hear his father's harsh words.
Piccolo's fists clenched. "Gohan's a competent fighter and you know it! What's with you lately, Goku?"
The big fighter ignored him and strode into the field. "Gohan! Come on, we're leaving!"
The young boy looked up from the ground, where he had been dodging Vegeta's heavy boot. "Huh? But why, dad?"
"Don't talk back. Now, lets go!"
Staring at Goku, Vegeta suddenly smirked and helped Gohan to his feet. "What's the matter Kakkarot? Afraid I might teach the boy something? That he may get some of my more disreputable qualities? That he may learn how strong he is and stop looking up to you like you're some kind of god? I'm starting to think you keep the runt around just to boost your own ego."
A stunned silence blanketed the clearing. Gohan looked up at the Saiyan prince, wide eyed. Vegeta glanced down and smirked at him before placing his hand on the young boy's shoulder, enjoying how Goku's scowl darkened.
"I think you're afraid that Gohan is stronger than you, and once he realizes it, he won't hang on your every word anymore. I think you're jealous of the attention your son pays to your oldest rival. He and Piccolo are practically inseperatable! They even dress alike! Could it be that that green, pointy-ear freak is closer to your own son than you are?"
"You go too far, Vegeta." Goku took a threatening step forward.
"Do I?" The Saiyan grinned. "Now knowing how much it irks you to have Gohan love people you once hated, perhaps I'll spend some more time with the boy." His gaze flicked dismissively over Trunks. "Hell, seeing how well you and my son seem to get along, maybe we should switch."
Howling, Goku launched himself at Vegeta, only to be bodily stopped by Piccolo. Trunks stared at his father, tears glittering in his eyes. Fists clenched, the fighter from the future turned, and ran.
"Let go of me Piccolo!" Goku yelled.
"Stop this, Goku!" The Namek growled. "Don't prove him right."
Vegeta sneered at them. "Let him go, Piccolo. Let him show his son how petty he is."
"Please don't Vegeta." Gohan pleaded. He pushed the Saiyan's hand off his shoulder. "I know you want to fight my father but you should really go after Trunks."
Vegeta crossed his arms. "And why should I?"
Gohan bowed his head in thought. "Suddenly finding out you have a son must be a huge blow." He said slowly. "Knowing that he's going to leave to go back to his own time is even worse. I know emotions are confusing, but it's much easier to deal with them than to hide them."
The churlish fighter's expression turned thoughtful. "When did you get so smart?"
"I'm not the naïve little kid everyone thinks I am." Gohan sighed. "I have my own emotions to deal with."
Vegeta stared at him a moment before nodding. "Fine. Don't let him push you around, kid. You're not as weak as he makes you think you are." The Saiyan vanished, leaving Gohan to stare at the two most important people in his life.
Gohan wanted to scream.
***
Author: AstroKender
Pairings: None.
Rating: Action, Angst
Warnings: Some OOCness on Goku's and, to a lesser extent, Vegeta's behalf. Oh hell, everyones a bit OOC. Some swearing.
Spoilers: None.
Notes: AU. This fic was written mainly to explore some father/son issues that could have arisen between the Trunks and Cell sagas. This was my first DBZ fanfic so it's a bit raw.
Feedback: Welcome. Please review.
Disclaimers: DBZ belongs to Akira Toriyama and Funimation. This fic is for entertainment purposes and is not in any way meant for profit. Don't sue me.
Part 2
"That's it Gohan!" Piccolo shouted. "Get under his guard! Use your size as an advantage!"
Vegeta grunted slightly as a small fist connected with his mid-drift. Eyes narrowing, he waited for Gohan to come close once more before lashing out with his foot, kicking the young boy in the chest. Gohan took the kick silently before grabbing Vegeta's leg and twisting it, throwing the larger man away.
Sweat dripped down Gohan's back as he and Vegeta circled each other, each looking for the other's weaknesses. Suddenly, the Saiyan prince yelled, letting loose a fist sized ball of energy. Gohan's eyes widened and he ducked swiftly, dodging the blast.
"Gohan! Watch out! It was a feint!" Piccolo warned as Vegeta disappeared.
Gohan looked around wildly as he tried to track the other Saiyan's incredible speed. Suddenly, the boy's eyes narrowed and his arm came out, blocking a punch aimed for his head. Vegeta advanced with a flurry of kicks and punches, driving Gohan back.
Piccolo watched the fight progress from the sidelines, occasionally shouting advice or urging his pupil on. He noticed both fighters seemed to be holding back, reluctant to use their full powers and possibly seriously injure each other. The Namek nodded, approving of Vegeta's control.
Backed against a cliff wall, Gohan growled and clenched his fists. A harsh wind appeared, flowing around the young boy as sparks flew off of him. Pinning Vegeta with a suddenly powerful stare, he raised his hands.
"Masenko...HA!"
A basketball sized ball of energy hurtled towards Vegeta. Unable to dodge in time, the Saiyan prince was blown across the field to slam into the cliffs on the other side.
Panting, Gohan relaxed and the wind died around him. Smiling at Piccolo's approving nod, the young boy flashed over to where Vegeta was struggling to get up among the rubble surrounding him.
"That was a great fight Vegeta!" Gohan said, extending his hand out to help the other fighter up.
"Yes it was." Vegeta took the offered hand. "But you don't stop fighting until the battle is over!"
Gohan felt himself being thrown into the air and cursed himself. When was he going to learn? He struggled to slow his ascent as he gazed warily at Vegeta who stood far below.
"Galic gun!" The Spiky haired man cried and a pulsing beam of light shot up towards Gohan, slamming into his shoulder. The young boy cried out and fell to the ground.
Smirking, Vegeta walked over to the huddled form. "You're pretty strong for one so young. If we were fighting for real you'd be a worthy adversary, despite being a spawn of Kakkarot." He helped Gohan stumble to his feet.
"Thanks for the compliment, I think." Gohan mumbled. He tilted his head and Vegeta saw the odd gleam in his eye. "But the battle's not over yet!" He launched himself at the bigger man.
Laughing, Vegeta blocked Gohan's blurring punches. "Now you're learning, kid!"
Piccolo smiled proudly but stiffened as he sensed a surging power behind him. Turning, the Namek came eye to eye with a furious Goku. Piccolo backed up a step involuntarily.
"What's going on here, Piccolo?"
Piccolo's brows furrowed in confusion. His eyes moved to Trunks, who stood behind his old rival. The young man didn't even look his way; his eyes were fixed on the battle in front of them. "What do you mean?"
"Why are you letting Gohan fight Vegeta? He could get hurt!"
The Namek shook his head. "You're being overprotective, Goku. They are just sparring. Look, neither of them are using anything near their full power. Stop acting like his mother."
Goku brushed past him. "The Vegeta I know doesn't play fair and especially doesn't care if he hurts someone, even a little boy."
"Then you don't know Vegeta at all."
The black haired fighter turned to glare at him. "Watch your words, Piccolo, unless you've got the strength to back them up. Which I highly doubt since your only fighting partner has been a ten year old boy."
At these words Trunks' eyes widened. It wasn't like Goku to insult someone. Especially his own son. The plum haired boy was suddenly thankful that Gohan was too busy sparring with Vegeta to hear his father's harsh words.
Piccolo's fists clenched. "Gohan's a competent fighter and you know it! What's with you lately, Goku?"
The big fighter ignored him and strode into the field. "Gohan! Come on, we're leaving!"
The young boy looked up from the ground, where he had been dodging Vegeta's heavy boot. "Huh? But why, dad?"
"Don't talk back. Now, lets go!"
Staring at Goku, Vegeta suddenly smirked and helped Gohan to his feet. "What's the matter Kakkarot? Afraid I might teach the boy something? That he may get some of my more disreputable qualities? That he may learn how strong he is and stop looking up to you like you're some kind of god? I'm starting to think you keep the runt around just to boost your own ego."
A stunned silence blanketed the clearing. Gohan looked up at the Saiyan prince, wide eyed. Vegeta glanced down and smirked at him before placing his hand on the young boy's shoulder, enjoying how Goku's scowl darkened.
"I think you're afraid that Gohan is stronger than you, and once he realizes it, he won't hang on your every word anymore. I think you're jealous of the attention your son pays to your oldest rival. He and Piccolo are practically inseperatable! They even dress alike! Could it be that that green, pointy-ear freak is closer to your own son than you are?"
"You go too far, Vegeta." Goku took a threatening step forward.
"Do I?" The Saiyan grinned. "Now knowing how much it irks you to have Gohan love people you once hated, perhaps I'll spend some more time with the boy." His gaze flicked dismissively over Trunks. "Hell, seeing how well you and my son seem to get along, maybe we should switch."
Howling, Goku launched himself at Vegeta, only to be bodily stopped by Piccolo. Trunks stared at his father, tears glittering in his eyes. Fists clenched, the fighter from the future turned, and ran.
"Let go of me Piccolo!" Goku yelled.
"Stop this, Goku!" The Namek growled. "Don't prove him right."
Vegeta sneered at them. "Let him go, Piccolo. Let him show his son how petty he is."
"Please don't Vegeta." Gohan pleaded. He pushed the Saiyan's hand off his shoulder. "I know you want to fight my father but you should really go after Trunks."
Vegeta crossed his arms. "And why should I?"
Gohan bowed his head in thought. "Suddenly finding out you have a son must be a huge blow." He said slowly. "Knowing that he's going to leave to go back to his own time is even worse. I know emotions are confusing, but it's much easier to deal with them than to hide them."
The churlish fighter's expression turned thoughtful. "When did you get so smart?"
"I'm not the naïve little kid everyone thinks I am." Gohan sighed. "I have my own emotions to deal with."
Vegeta stared at him a moment before nodding. "Fine. Don't let him push you around, kid. You're not as weak as he makes you think you are." The Saiyan vanished, leaving Gohan to stare at the two most important people in his life.
Gohan wanted to scream.
***