Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ Blh, blah, blah...
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You know how most boys are always hanging out with their father's going fishing, playing baseball. Even when most of the time the two aren't getting along they still find some way to do get along. I see this everyday, walking through the park, flying to work, driving in my red b-100 hover craft and it angers me. Those sons have with their fathers that I'll never have with mine, and I never will.
I never did get along with him. He was always busy training and training and training, ignoring me.... Whenever i would go to him to play or show him something like my new bike or a strange-looking, purple lizard that i had found wandering in the bushes, i would just be getting in his way and he would scold me. I always use to think that what he said about me was true. I was nothing but a brat or just a pathetic little weakling that would never be a warrior. for years i had accepted his verbal abuse, and for years i have welcomed it into my arms, only to get hurt.
I could never be his strong, saiyajin son. To him I was just a hybrid. A mutt with pink hair that had violated his once proud, untainted, royal line. To have royal blood stained with human blood was an abomination to the Throne of Vegetasie. I was that abomination and for that...whenever i looked into the mirror...whenever I would touch my silky, soft, lavender locks i hated myself. i could never be his son...I could never be his prized trophy, not even his consolation prize. But only his burden.
In the gravity room i would train with him. that was the only time that we would actually spend time together. But it was no baseball or fishing. It was just his way to try to improve me. I felt no real love out of it like i believed, just anger and annoyance. Day after endless day, i would perform 100 diffrent kinds of Saiyajin kata's. I had to perform each kata accurately, in order and if i messed up i was to perform all the kata's all over again from beggining to end. "Tough love" my mother would call it. " He's only that way with you because he loves you" my mother would say. But how would she know? has she ever had a father that has treated her the way my father would treat me? Or is her mate more important than her mere son? Does she feel the way my father feels with me?
After awhile I had quit training. My technique had become careless. My styles, sloppy and it angered my father. that didn't help my relationship with him, it had just pushed us farther apart. But then again i don't think that we had ever had a relationship. To the both of us that word never even existed.
It was just a bunch of letters and sounds.
I was alway's jealous of Goten. He and his father had the perfect relationship. They would go fishing together, play games and even when they were training they had a good time. Most of time they'd even invite me to go hang out with them. Though it made me happy to be with them, it didn't. Bieng close to them when they were together only caused me more sorrow. Hah! me? Jealous of Goten? I had always had the better things. The better clothes, the bigger house, more toys, the better car.Better grades. But of course he had his father. how can my things compare to that?
My sister bieng born only made it worse. He had loved my sister. Never me. But i was his eldest son. Why did he chose her? Because she was more like him? Because her short temper matched his? It is true. She is like her father. A female version of Vegeta. and i'm just like my mother...weak and more human than saiyajin.
What was the thing that every son and father had that i never had with my father? It was love. For years i had silently pleaded with my father to love and cherish me. He never did. The only time that i knew that he had been proud was before he died, when majin boo was trying to destroy the world. " You make me proud my son". and when i had heard those words i felt my once dead soul bieng ressurected from inside my body and filled with life. I was only a child back then...but even then i had tried to make him proud of me and i had succeded...for a awhile. And there will once again be a day when i will make him proud of me, if not love me, at least be proud. At least it's better than bieng a burden...
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This is my second fic. i know it's sad, but i really always wanted to do something like this. anyhoo. Please review. I'm not getting any reviews with my second fic. It must be really cheesy.
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You know how most boys are always hanging out with their father's going fishing, playing baseball. Even when most of the time the two aren't getting along they still find some way to do get along. I see this everyday, walking through the park, flying to work, driving in my red b-100 hover craft and it angers me. Those sons have with their fathers that I'll never have with mine, and I never will.
I never did get along with him. He was always busy training and training and training, ignoring me.... Whenever i would go to him to play or show him something like my new bike or a strange-looking, purple lizard that i had found wandering in the bushes, i would just be getting in his way and he would scold me. I always use to think that what he said about me was true. I was nothing but a brat or just a pathetic little weakling that would never be a warrior. for years i had accepted his verbal abuse, and for years i have welcomed it into my arms, only to get hurt.
I could never be his strong, saiyajin son. To him I was just a hybrid. A mutt with pink hair that had violated his once proud, untainted, royal line. To have royal blood stained with human blood was an abomination to the Throne of Vegetasie. I was that abomination and for that...whenever i looked into the mirror...whenever I would touch my silky, soft, lavender locks i hated myself. i could never be his son...I could never be his prized trophy, not even his consolation prize. But only his burden.
In the gravity room i would train with him. that was the only time that we would actually spend time together. But it was no baseball or fishing. It was just his way to try to improve me. I felt no real love out of it like i believed, just anger and annoyance. Day after endless day, i would perform 100 diffrent kinds of Saiyajin kata's. I had to perform each kata accurately, in order and if i messed up i was to perform all the kata's all over again from beggining to end. "Tough love" my mother would call it. " He's only that way with you because he loves you" my mother would say. But how would she know? has she ever had a father that has treated her the way my father would treat me? Or is her mate more important than her mere son? Does she feel the way my father feels with me?
After awhile I had quit training. My technique had become careless. My styles, sloppy and it angered my father. that didn't help my relationship with him, it had just pushed us farther apart. But then again i don't think that we had ever had a relationship. To the both of us that word never even existed.
It was just a bunch of letters and sounds.
I was alway's jealous of Goten. He and his father had the perfect relationship. They would go fishing together, play games and even when they were training they had a good time. Most of time they'd even invite me to go hang out with them. Though it made me happy to be with them, it didn't. Bieng close to them when they were together only caused me more sorrow. Hah! me? Jealous of Goten? I had always had the better things. The better clothes, the bigger house, more toys, the better car.Better grades. But of course he had his father. how can my things compare to that?
My sister bieng born only made it worse. He had loved my sister. Never me. But i was his eldest son. Why did he chose her? Because she was more like him? Because her short temper matched his? It is true. She is like her father. A female version of Vegeta. and i'm just like my mother...weak and more human than saiyajin.
What was the thing that every son and father had that i never had with my father? It was love. For years i had silently pleaded with my father to love and cherish me. He never did. The only time that i knew that he had been proud was before he died, when majin boo was trying to destroy the world. " You make me proud my son". and when i had heard those words i felt my once dead soul bieng ressurected from inside my body and filled with life. I was only a child back then...but even then i had tried to make him proud of me and i had succeded...for a awhile. And there will once again be a day when i will make him proud of me, if not love me, at least be proud. At least it's better than bieng a burden...
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This is my second fic. i know it's sad, but i really always wanted to do something like this. anyhoo. Please review. I'm not getting any reviews with my second fic. It must be really cheesy.