Title: Little Boys Blue
Author: AstroKender
Pairings: None.
Rating: Action, Angst
Warnings: Some OOCness. Some Angst. Some Swearing. Some Ass-kicking.
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 4
"Come on, Dad! Show me how weak I am!" Gohan shouted as he walked up to his father and took a fighting stance.
Goku shook his head. He didn't want to hurt Gohan. "You're not weak, son. You are more powerful than most of the fighters I know."
"Then why don't you act like it?" Gohan asked through clenched teeth. "All I ever hear is 'Run away, Gohan! He's too strong!' or 'I'll take care of him you go back to your mom...' Gah! I'm sick of you treating me like a little kid!" The young boy brushed his bangs aside irritably.
Goku slowly walked over to him. "You are a little kid." He said softly, placing his hand on top of Gohan's head. "You're my son and I don't want anything bad to happen to you. Hanging out with Vegeta and Piccolo will just result in trouble later on. They have a lot of enemies that wouldn't hesitate to hurt you."
"Bullshit!" Gohan growled, jerking away from him. Goku stared at his son in shock. Gohan had never, ever swore before. He dodged as the half Saiyan threw a punch towards him. "I could say the same thing about you! You being my father has gotten me into more trouble then you could ever imagine! And who was always there to help me out of it? Piccolo! Piccolo, not you!"
Gohan charged at his father, kicking and punching. Goku ducked and maneuvered out of reach half-heartedly, still wanting to talk some sense into his son.
"Look, I'm sorry about what I said to Piccolo! I don't mind if you hang around him."
"Liar!" Gohan hissed. "You can't stand it. Why should I hang out with Piccolo when I can hang out with you, right?"
"That's not true-"
"Are we gonna talk or fight?"
Goku took a deep breath and eyed his son, his face suddenly deadly calm. "We fight."
Squatting, the black haired man suddenly flashed out of existence only to reappear directly in front of Gohan. A mighty punch connected with the young boy's jaw, sending him to the ground.
Gohan stood slowly, wiping the blood that trickled down from his split lip. "Is that all you've got?" His fist darted out, slamming into Goku's stomach.
Goku grunted slightly, then grabbed his son's head and tossed him bodily towards the cliff wall. Dust filled the air as Gohan crashed into the solid rock, turning it to rubble. Goku watched the dust settle with dispassionate eyes.
Gohan stood amongst the rubble, unfazed. He brushed the dust off of his gi calmly. "Can't you think of something more original? That didn't effect me when Piccolo tried it five years ago."
Eyes narrowing, Goku drew his hands back beside him, his wrists touching. The air seemed to shiver as he concentrated his power into his hands. Looking on, Gohan smiled.
"Kaaaaaameeeeeeeeeeeee...."
Birds flew suddenly from their perches and small animals darted away. The trees swayed in the strong wind that appeared from nowhere. Every sound seemed dull and muted, except for one man's voice.
"Haaaaaameeeeeee...HA!"
A large blast of energy hurtled towards Gohan. The young boy stared unflinchingly as it neared, not even lifting his arms to block. The blast of energy slowed its pace as though moving through molasses before it halted a few inches from his face.
"You're not fighting with your full power..." Gohan growled, before pitching the ball of light back at his father, who barely had time to dodge.
"You won't be satisfied until you've pushed me over the edge, will you?" Goku stared at his son steadily, a trail of sweat running down his forehead. Gohan shook his head mutely and the large Saiyan sighed.
"I'm going to try one more time to talk you out of this, Gohan. All you are going to accomplish is to get yourself hurt. Let's stop this fight before it goes any further."
"What you don't seem to realize, father," Gohan sneered, a look unsuited to his cherubic face. "Is that I won't be the only one hurting after this battle. In fact," The young boy crouched low. "I'd go as far as saying that you will be hurting a lot more than I will."
Goku's eyes narrowed. "What makes you say that?"
"Because, you think I'm so weak that you won't fight me with your full power. I don't share the same hindrance!" Growling, the half-Saiyan charged forward, going head to head with his father once more.
***
"Well, come on, runt. Let's see how bad of a fighter you really are." Vegeta taunted, easily ducking his son's wild punches.
"I should kill you," Trunks panted. "And save the androids the trouble."
Open his arms wide, Vegeta grinned. "Then by all means, destroy me."
Trunks roared in fury and shot a dozen energy blasts from his hand, enveloping his father in a cloud of smoke. Breathing heavily, he watched the smoke dissipate and a whole and unharmed Vegeta emerge. The demi-Saiyan's eyes widened in shock.
"You can have all the power in the world and it won't help you if you do not have the strength to control it. Look at Kakarot's brat. I know he is stronger than all of us, but in a fight he is fairly useless unless backed into a corner. If you don't know your own limits and how to ascend above them, you'll never defeat the androids."
"And I suppose you will?" Trunks asked mockingly. "The androids killed you once before. They'll do it again."
"We'll see about that. Now, are you going to fight or are you going to talk until I surrender just to shut you up?" Vegeta sneered.
"Damn you!" Trunks rushed his father once again, kicking and punching wildly. Long minutes passed as Vegeta easily blocked each blow and the Super Saiyan howled in frustration, drawing his fist back and hurling it towards the face of the Saiyan prince.
Vegeta caught the fist and pulled. Unbalanced, Trunks fell forward, right into Vegeta's waiting knee. Gasping, the young man fell to his knees. Vegeta stood over him triumphantly. "If you are smart you will surrender before hurting yourself further."
Trunks pressed his forehead to the ground as he cradled his aching middle. Tears leaked out from between tightly closed lids as the half-Saiyan's hair fell, turning its normal lavender color once more.
"I...hate you." Trunks gasped between gritted teeth.
Vegeta stared down at him, frowning. "You do not hate me, you hate the fact that I don't seem to care about anyone but myself." The black haired man spit. "You don't know shit about me, boy."
"That's because you don't let anybody in." Trunks raised his head, his blue eyes glittering with pain.
Squatting down next to him, Vegeta poked idly at a rock on the ground. "And what if I decide to let some one in? They'd just leave. It's pointless really." He picked up the rock and crushed it into sand.
"You are forgetting something, father." Trunks sat up. "I have to go back to my own time, there is no changing that. But there is another part of me that will remain here. A little baby that will want to grow up knowing what his father was like. If we don't all die in this up coming battle, I ask that you give that boy a chance."
Vegeta lifted his head. "You are the kind of boy that any father would be proud of." Coughing, the prince dusted off his hand and rose quickly to his feet. "Come on," He said gruffly. "Let's get back to Kakkarot and his son before they kill each other."
Not waiting for a response, Vegeta walked away. Trunks stared after him, a small smile on his lips, before he shook himself and quickly got up to follow. Ahead of him, Vegeta smirked. His son might be a Super Saiyan, but he was still the strongest fighter in the universe.
***
Piccolo floated in the air about a mile away from his Saiyan associates. He smiled slightly as he felt the fighting ebb between Vegeta and Trunks. Hopefully the two had finally resolved their differences.
The Namek's brow furrowed as he sensed two rising ki in the vicinity where he left Gohan and Goku. Those two weren't fooling around any longer. If things continued at this pace, one of them will have to be carried out of the forest.
Grunting, Piccolo rose high into the air, stretching out his long legs. The green fighter quickly got his bearings and began flying swiftly east. The sun was dipping low behind him as he increased his speed.
"Hopefully I can make it to Korin's for some sensu beans before this fight of theirs takes an even darker turn." Piccolo muttered to himself. "Hn.... They are all fools!" he grunted.
"Gohan...."
***
Author: AstroKender
Pairings: None.
Rating: Action, Angst
Warnings: Some OOCness. Some Angst. Some Swearing. Some Ass-kicking.
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 4
"Come on, Dad! Show me how weak I am!" Gohan shouted as he walked up to his father and took a fighting stance.
Goku shook his head. He didn't want to hurt Gohan. "You're not weak, son. You are more powerful than most of the fighters I know."
"Then why don't you act like it?" Gohan asked through clenched teeth. "All I ever hear is 'Run away, Gohan! He's too strong!' or 'I'll take care of him you go back to your mom...' Gah! I'm sick of you treating me like a little kid!" The young boy brushed his bangs aside irritably.
Goku slowly walked over to him. "You are a little kid." He said softly, placing his hand on top of Gohan's head. "You're my son and I don't want anything bad to happen to you. Hanging out with Vegeta and Piccolo will just result in trouble later on. They have a lot of enemies that wouldn't hesitate to hurt you."
"Bullshit!" Gohan growled, jerking away from him. Goku stared at his son in shock. Gohan had never, ever swore before. He dodged as the half Saiyan threw a punch towards him. "I could say the same thing about you! You being my father has gotten me into more trouble then you could ever imagine! And who was always there to help me out of it? Piccolo! Piccolo, not you!"
Gohan charged at his father, kicking and punching. Goku ducked and maneuvered out of reach half-heartedly, still wanting to talk some sense into his son.
"Look, I'm sorry about what I said to Piccolo! I don't mind if you hang around him."
"Liar!" Gohan hissed. "You can't stand it. Why should I hang out with Piccolo when I can hang out with you, right?"
"That's not true-"
"Are we gonna talk or fight?"
Goku took a deep breath and eyed his son, his face suddenly deadly calm. "We fight."
Squatting, the black haired man suddenly flashed out of existence only to reappear directly in front of Gohan. A mighty punch connected with the young boy's jaw, sending him to the ground.
Gohan stood slowly, wiping the blood that trickled down from his split lip. "Is that all you've got?" His fist darted out, slamming into Goku's stomach.
Goku grunted slightly, then grabbed his son's head and tossed him bodily towards the cliff wall. Dust filled the air as Gohan crashed into the solid rock, turning it to rubble. Goku watched the dust settle with dispassionate eyes.
Gohan stood amongst the rubble, unfazed. He brushed the dust off of his gi calmly. "Can't you think of something more original? That didn't effect me when Piccolo tried it five years ago."
Eyes narrowing, Goku drew his hands back beside him, his wrists touching. The air seemed to shiver as he concentrated his power into his hands. Looking on, Gohan smiled.
"Kaaaaaameeeeeeeeeeeee...."
Birds flew suddenly from their perches and small animals darted away. The trees swayed in the strong wind that appeared from nowhere. Every sound seemed dull and muted, except for one man's voice.
"Haaaaaameeeeeee...HA!"
A large blast of energy hurtled towards Gohan. The young boy stared unflinchingly as it neared, not even lifting his arms to block. The blast of energy slowed its pace as though moving through molasses before it halted a few inches from his face.
"You're not fighting with your full power..." Gohan growled, before pitching the ball of light back at his father, who barely had time to dodge.
"You won't be satisfied until you've pushed me over the edge, will you?" Goku stared at his son steadily, a trail of sweat running down his forehead. Gohan shook his head mutely and the large Saiyan sighed.
"I'm going to try one more time to talk you out of this, Gohan. All you are going to accomplish is to get yourself hurt. Let's stop this fight before it goes any further."
"What you don't seem to realize, father," Gohan sneered, a look unsuited to his cherubic face. "Is that I won't be the only one hurting after this battle. In fact," The young boy crouched low. "I'd go as far as saying that you will be hurting a lot more than I will."
Goku's eyes narrowed. "What makes you say that?"
"Because, you think I'm so weak that you won't fight me with your full power. I don't share the same hindrance!" Growling, the half-Saiyan charged forward, going head to head with his father once more.
***
"Well, come on, runt. Let's see how bad of a fighter you really are." Vegeta taunted, easily ducking his son's wild punches.
"I should kill you," Trunks panted. "And save the androids the trouble."
Open his arms wide, Vegeta grinned. "Then by all means, destroy me."
Trunks roared in fury and shot a dozen energy blasts from his hand, enveloping his father in a cloud of smoke. Breathing heavily, he watched the smoke dissipate and a whole and unharmed Vegeta emerge. The demi-Saiyan's eyes widened in shock.
"You can have all the power in the world and it won't help you if you do not have the strength to control it. Look at Kakarot's brat. I know he is stronger than all of us, but in a fight he is fairly useless unless backed into a corner. If you don't know your own limits and how to ascend above them, you'll never defeat the androids."
"And I suppose you will?" Trunks asked mockingly. "The androids killed you once before. They'll do it again."
"We'll see about that. Now, are you going to fight or are you going to talk until I surrender just to shut you up?" Vegeta sneered.
"Damn you!" Trunks rushed his father once again, kicking and punching wildly. Long minutes passed as Vegeta easily blocked each blow and the Super Saiyan howled in frustration, drawing his fist back and hurling it towards the face of the Saiyan prince.
Vegeta caught the fist and pulled. Unbalanced, Trunks fell forward, right into Vegeta's waiting knee. Gasping, the young man fell to his knees. Vegeta stood over him triumphantly. "If you are smart you will surrender before hurting yourself further."
Trunks pressed his forehead to the ground as he cradled his aching middle. Tears leaked out from between tightly closed lids as the half-Saiyan's hair fell, turning its normal lavender color once more.
"I...hate you." Trunks gasped between gritted teeth.
Vegeta stared down at him, frowning. "You do not hate me, you hate the fact that I don't seem to care about anyone but myself." The black haired man spit. "You don't know shit about me, boy."
"That's because you don't let anybody in." Trunks raised his head, his blue eyes glittering with pain.
Squatting down next to him, Vegeta poked idly at a rock on the ground. "And what if I decide to let some one in? They'd just leave. It's pointless really." He picked up the rock and crushed it into sand.
"You are forgetting something, father." Trunks sat up. "I have to go back to my own time, there is no changing that. But there is another part of me that will remain here. A little baby that will want to grow up knowing what his father was like. If we don't all die in this up coming battle, I ask that you give that boy a chance."
Vegeta lifted his head. "You are the kind of boy that any father would be proud of." Coughing, the prince dusted off his hand and rose quickly to his feet. "Come on," He said gruffly. "Let's get back to Kakkarot and his son before they kill each other."
Not waiting for a response, Vegeta walked away. Trunks stared after him, a small smile on his lips, before he shook himself and quickly got up to follow. Ahead of him, Vegeta smirked. His son might be a Super Saiyan, but he was still the strongest fighter in the universe.
***
Piccolo floated in the air about a mile away from his Saiyan associates. He smiled slightly as he felt the fighting ebb between Vegeta and Trunks. Hopefully the two had finally resolved their differences.
The Namek's brow furrowed as he sensed two rising ki in the vicinity where he left Gohan and Goku. Those two weren't fooling around any longer. If things continued at this pace, one of them will have to be carried out of the forest.
Grunting, Piccolo rose high into the air, stretching out his long legs. The green fighter quickly got his bearings and began flying swiftly east. The sun was dipping low behind him as he increased his speed.
"Hopefully I can make it to Korin's for some sensu beans before this fight of theirs takes an even darker turn." Piccolo muttered to himself. "Hn.... They are all fools!" he grunted.
"Gohan...."
***