Title: Little Boys Blue
Author: AstroKender
Pairings: None.
Rating: Action, Angst
Warnings: Some OOCness. Some swearing. I didn't mean to make Goku such a bastard in this, honest. ;)
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 3
"Let go of me Piccolo!" Goku warned.
Seeing that Vegeta had left, the Namek slowly released his ex-rival. Piccolo glared at the black-haired fighter. He had never seen Goku so angry without killing someone. The green skinned man looked over at Gohan.
"I think you should go visit Krillin for awhile, kid."
Gohan shook his head and Goku walked past the Namek toward his son. "I told you I was taking him home, Piccolo. Come on, Gohan."
The young boy's eyebrows drew together. "No." he said firmly. Goku's eyes widened.
"What?"
"I'm not leaving until I know for sure Trunks is okay." Gohan's fists clenched nervously as he stood up to his father.
Goku stared at him. "Look Gohan, Trunks can take care of himself. We're going home. Don't make me tell you again."
"I'm staying!" The half-Saiyan shouted.
Piccolo tried to come to Gohan's defense. "Look, Goku. Let Gohan stay for a little while. I'll keep an eye on him."
Goku whirled around, eyes flaring. "I don't need you to keep an eye on him! Look, I appreciate you taking care of Gohan while I was gone but now that I'm back there is no reason for you to be around."
Piccolo's eyes widened and his mouth moved, but no sound came forth. Clenching his fists, the Namek turned away.
"If that is how you feel," He glanced back. "Goodbye Gohan."
"NO!" Gohan screamed flying over to Piccolo and stopping him in his tracks. He looked up at his closest friend, tears shining in his eyes. "Please don't go, Piccolo."
"Gohan," Goku began to speak but the young boy whirled on him.
"Shut up! How could you try and drive Piccolo away? He and Krillin are the only real friends I have!" Gohan took a threatening step forward, as power began to swirl around him.
"I'm never allowed to hang out with kids my age, and everyone else thinks I'm just some pushover little runt! Piccolo trained me and taught me how to fight! He's been more of a father to me then you'll ever be!"
Growling, Goku's fist drew back to deliver a devastating backhand to his son. But his wrist was caught in mid-swing, and he stared at Piccolo in growing fury.
Eyes glittering, Piccolo tightened his grip. "Don't even think about it."
Goku threw Piccolo back and blindly fired a beam of energy at him. Shouting, Gohan threw himself in front of the blast, blocking it. His eyes burned as they stared at his father.
"I think Vegeta was right." He said, ignoring his smoldering clothing. "I think it's time to see who's stronger."
Piccolo stared at his pupil's back in disbelief. He reached his hand out to grasp the young boy's shoulder. "Gohan..."
"I don't need you to defend me anymore, Piccolo." Gohan whispered, his eyes never leaving Goku's own. "This is between me and my father."
Nodding, the powerful Namek stepped back. "Good luck." With a bright flash he was gone, but Gohan could still sense him a short distance away. And he knew his dad sensed it too.
"Come on." Gohan motioned with his hands.
Staring at his son, Goku shook his head. "Look, this is stupid. I'm sorry for what I said to Piccolo. I don't know what came over me. Let's just go home and forget about it."
"No." Gohan stood unwavering. "We've been carrying this around with us for too long. It's time to clear the air once and for all."
Goku's eyes widened as he realized just how much his son had grown. Shaking his head, the black haired fighter slowly removed his weighted clothing. He didn't want to fight his son, but he'd humor him if that was what he wanted.
'You know he'll never fight you at anything near full power.' Piccolo's voice resounded in his head. Gohan growled and a wave of energy surrounded him. He watched as his father removed his shirt and boots.
'Then I'll just have to make him.' he told the voice.
***
"Ugh. Where could that annoying brat be?" Vegeta muttered to himself.
Closing his eyes, the Saiyan prince stretched his senses to get a lock on his son's ki. Target found; Vegeta quickly flew towards it. It was time to put his son in his place.
Trunks' head shot up as he sensed Vegeta draw near. Quickly wiping away all evidence of his tears, the young man rose from the log he'd been sitting on to turn and face his father. Vegeta landed a few feet away and stood staring at the plum-haired boy, his arms crossed.
"What are you doing here?" Trunks mumbled. "Don't you have a planet to take over or something?"
Vegeta glared at his son. "You will soon learn not to be so insolent to me, boy."
"Gohan sent you didn't he?" Trunks fists clenched as his took note of his father's astonished expression. "You would never come to find me of your own violation." He said bitterly.
The black haired man shook his head. "Who do you think you are?"
"I'm your son!" Trunk shouted.
"You just pop out of nowhere one day, claiming to be my son from the future, and you expect me to fawn over your every action?" Vegeta scoffed. "You are nothing but a whining brat that doesn't know anything about the real world."
Taking a deep breath to calm himself, Trunks turned his back to his father. "Just go away. You've made it clear you don't want anything to do with me."
He never saw the blast coming. He looked up at his father blearily from his new position on the ground. Vegeta stood over him, his fist smoking.
"Now explain to me why I'd want anything to do with a weakling like yourself, especially since you don't even plan on sticking around?"
"I can't stay!" Trunks yelled, his shoulders slumping. "Trust me, it's not like I don't want to. Being able to see Gohan again, even though his so much younger now," He peeked through his purple bangs. "And being able to meet you, even though you're just an arrogant jerk. But, my mother's back in my time, by herself." His eyes hardened. "And so are the androids. I have to go back and stop them!"
Vegeta stared at the boy. 'He's stronger than I thought.' He smiled suddenly. 'Maybe I can teach him a few things.' Quickly covering his smile, Vegeta turned and started walking away.
"Bah! You are beneath my notice and concern, just like your mother." His eyes shifted to Trunks, waiting for the barbed comment to strike.
Rage filled the young man. How dare he talk about his mother in such a way! Growling, Trunks faced the man that was his father. He let out a hoarse shout as his anger consumed him.
Vegeta watched all of this with an unconcerned eye. Smirking, he stared at his son, the Super Saiyan. He had one more card to play.
"You know, with puny powers like yours, it's not surprising you allowed your mentor, Gohan, to die. How disappointed in you he must be."
His ploy seemed to work. Screaming, Trunks launched himself at his father with the intent of tearing him to shreds. The dark prince could feel the Super Saiyan's power rush over his body like a landslide, threatening to bury him.
Vegeta couldn't be happier.
***
Author: AstroKender
Pairings: None.
Rating: Action, Angst
Warnings: Some OOCness. Some swearing. I didn't mean to make Goku such a bastard in this, honest. ;)
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 3
"Let go of me Piccolo!" Goku warned.
Seeing that Vegeta had left, the Namek slowly released his ex-rival. Piccolo glared at the black-haired fighter. He had never seen Goku so angry without killing someone. The green skinned man looked over at Gohan.
"I think you should go visit Krillin for awhile, kid."
Gohan shook his head and Goku walked past the Namek toward his son. "I told you I was taking him home, Piccolo. Come on, Gohan."
The young boy's eyebrows drew together. "No." he said firmly. Goku's eyes widened.
"What?"
"I'm not leaving until I know for sure Trunks is okay." Gohan's fists clenched nervously as he stood up to his father.
Goku stared at him. "Look Gohan, Trunks can take care of himself. We're going home. Don't make me tell you again."
"I'm staying!" The half-Saiyan shouted.
Piccolo tried to come to Gohan's defense. "Look, Goku. Let Gohan stay for a little while. I'll keep an eye on him."
Goku whirled around, eyes flaring. "I don't need you to keep an eye on him! Look, I appreciate you taking care of Gohan while I was gone but now that I'm back there is no reason for you to be around."
Piccolo's eyes widened and his mouth moved, but no sound came forth. Clenching his fists, the Namek turned away.
"If that is how you feel," He glanced back. "Goodbye Gohan."
"NO!" Gohan screamed flying over to Piccolo and stopping him in his tracks. He looked up at his closest friend, tears shining in his eyes. "Please don't go, Piccolo."
"Gohan," Goku began to speak but the young boy whirled on him.
"Shut up! How could you try and drive Piccolo away? He and Krillin are the only real friends I have!" Gohan took a threatening step forward, as power began to swirl around him.
"I'm never allowed to hang out with kids my age, and everyone else thinks I'm just some pushover little runt! Piccolo trained me and taught me how to fight! He's been more of a father to me then you'll ever be!"
Growling, Goku's fist drew back to deliver a devastating backhand to his son. But his wrist was caught in mid-swing, and he stared at Piccolo in growing fury.
Eyes glittering, Piccolo tightened his grip. "Don't even think about it."
Goku threw Piccolo back and blindly fired a beam of energy at him. Shouting, Gohan threw himself in front of the blast, blocking it. His eyes burned as they stared at his father.
"I think Vegeta was right." He said, ignoring his smoldering clothing. "I think it's time to see who's stronger."
Piccolo stared at his pupil's back in disbelief. He reached his hand out to grasp the young boy's shoulder. "Gohan..."
"I don't need you to defend me anymore, Piccolo." Gohan whispered, his eyes never leaving Goku's own. "This is between me and my father."
Nodding, the powerful Namek stepped back. "Good luck." With a bright flash he was gone, but Gohan could still sense him a short distance away. And he knew his dad sensed it too.
"Come on." Gohan motioned with his hands.
Staring at his son, Goku shook his head. "Look, this is stupid. I'm sorry for what I said to Piccolo. I don't know what came over me. Let's just go home and forget about it."
"No." Gohan stood unwavering. "We've been carrying this around with us for too long. It's time to clear the air once and for all."
Goku's eyes widened as he realized just how much his son had grown. Shaking his head, the black haired fighter slowly removed his weighted clothing. He didn't want to fight his son, but he'd humor him if that was what he wanted.
'You know he'll never fight you at anything near full power.' Piccolo's voice resounded in his head. Gohan growled and a wave of energy surrounded him. He watched as his father removed his shirt and boots.
'Then I'll just have to make him.' he told the voice.
***
"Ugh. Where could that annoying brat be?" Vegeta muttered to himself.
Closing his eyes, the Saiyan prince stretched his senses to get a lock on his son's ki. Target found; Vegeta quickly flew towards it. It was time to put his son in his place.
Trunks' head shot up as he sensed Vegeta draw near. Quickly wiping away all evidence of his tears, the young man rose from the log he'd been sitting on to turn and face his father. Vegeta landed a few feet away and stood staring at the plum-haired boy, his arms crossed.
"What are you doing here?" Trunks mumbled. "Don't you have a planet to take over or something?"
Vegeta glared at his son. "You will soon learn not to be so insolent to me, boy."
"Gohan sent you didn't he?" Trunks fists clenched as his took note of his father's astonished expression. "You would never come to find me of your own violation." He said bitterly.
The black haired man shook his head. "Who do you think you are?"
"I'm your son!" Trunk shouted.
"You just pop out of nowhere one day, claiming to be my son from the future, and you expect me to fawn over your every action?" Vegeta scoffed. "You are nothing but a whining brat that doesn't know anything about the real world."
Taking a deep breath to calm himself, Trunks turned his back to his father. "Just go away. You've made it clear you don't want anything to do with me."
He never saw the blast coming. He looked up at his father blearily from his new position on the ground. Vegeta stood over him, his fist smoking.
"Now explain to me why I'd want anything to do with a weakling like yourself, especially since you don't even plan on sticking around?"
"I can't stay!" Trunks yelled, his shoulders slumping. "Trust me, it's not like I don't want to. Being able to see Gohan again, even though his so much younger now," He peeked through his purple bangs. "And being able to meet you, even though you're just an arrogant jerk. But, my mother's back in my time, by herself." His eyes hardened. "And so are the androids. I have to go back and stop them!"
Vegeta stared at the boy. 'He's stronger than I thought.' He smiled suddenly. 'Maybe I can teach him a few things.' Quickly covering his smile, Vegeta turned and started walking away.
"Bah! You are beneath my notice and concern, just like your mother." His eyes shifted to Trunks, waiting for the barbed comment to strike.
Rage filled the young man. How dare he talk about his mother in such a way! Growling, Trunks faced the man that was his father. He let out a hoarse shout as his anger consumed him.
Vegeta watched all of this with an unconcerned eye. Smirking, he stared at his son, the Super Saiyan. He had one more card to play.
"You know, with puny powers like yours, it's not surprising you allowed your mentor, Gohan, to die. How disappointed in you he must be."
His ploy seemed to work. Screaming, Trunks launched himself at his father with the intent of tearing him to shreds. The dark prince could feel the Super Saiyan's power rush over his body like a landslide, threatening to bury him.
Vegeta couldn't be happier.
***