Hello, i've come up with Vegeta's thoughts on him and Trunks relationship, for some of you who were waiting. Please review after you have read this cause....I like reviews are fun and....um...i. well i don't know what else to say but read!...and review...i'm gonna stop now and get on with this short fic.
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I was raised of noble birth, only to be denude of it. My once proud, strong race beaten and torn of it's honor...Vegetasie...destroyed. I mourn silently for what i have lost. I mourn for myself to find that I have no power. Before I had come to earth and Freeza was killed or to put it correctly, lost in space (That idiot Kakarrot didn't kill him properly) i never knew what love was. My father had never shown me love and the same with him and his father. A word so soft, so fragile could never make it's place in the saiyajin vocabulary. It never existed. It will be exiled from our rough, arrogant language if it did. The saiyajins are a blood-thirsty race. To proud to be overwhelmed by such undermining emotions.
My thoughts on my son? At the beginning of his life i didn't know what to think of him. I was too angry with myself for falling for such a weak female. I was also too busy trying to achieve the level of Super Saiyajin. But i was both content and proud. I had a son to call my own. After a time i had grown feelings for both my mate and kin. I loved them and sought to protect them with my life.
I never really had spent time with Trunks, though we had train together it didn't seem to have brought us close together like i thought it would. He was a terrific fighter. Not the greatest, but he improved quickly. I scolded him not to undermine him, but to make him stronger, more determined. But that had not work.
In the end he had quit training. It had made me angry, but apart of me felt sorrow. He had so much potential. He could of been powerful, more powerful then me even, but he threw it all away. Why? I never knew what i had did wrong to make him quit. It took me a long time to find the problem. I had been with him what my father had been with me. I never showed love to him like i loved him. I never showed him pride...I forgot he was half human...
I did give alot of attention to Bra. I guess because she acted more like a sayiajin. She was always like me, though she never liked to fight. She had my temper and my arrogance. Trunks was more like his mother. He inherited her intelligence and her human like instict.
I never did take my son for granted. Though i had once failed as a father, i promise never to fail again. I will not be like my father. I was always proud of my son. He was never a burden. I have always loved him I hope that one day, despite my arrogance, that i will fix my relationship with him. And one day i will tell him...Trunks you make me proud.
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FINALLY! sorry i took so long to post it. I've been really busy...watching T.V. (Curls up in shame) But here it is. COMPLETE! (Plops out on the couch in exuastion and exhales in relief)
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I was raised of noble birth, only to be denude of it. My once proud, strong race beaten and torn of it's honor...Vegetasie...destroyed. I mourn silently for what i have lost. I mourn for myself to find that I have no power. Before I had come to earth and Freeza was killed or to put it correctly, lost in space (That idiot Kakarrot didn't kill him properly) i never knew what love was. My father had never shown me love and the same with him and his father. A word so soft, so fragile could never make it's place in the saiyajin vocabulary. It never existed. It will be exiled from our rough, arrogant language if it did. The saiyajins are a blood-thirsty race. To proud to be overwhelmed by such undermining emotions.
My thoughts on my son? At the beginning of his life i didn't know what to think of him. I was too angry with myself for falling for such a weak female. I was also too busy trying to achieve the level of Super Saiyajin. But i was both content and proud. I had a son to call my own. After a time i had grown feelings for both my mate and kin. I loved them and sought to protect them with my life.
I never really had spent time with Trunks, though we had train together it didn't seem to have brought us close together like i thought it would. He was a terrific fighter. Not the greatest, but he improved quickly. I scolded him not to undermine him, but to make him stronger, more determined. But that had not work.
In the end he had quit training. It had made me angry, but apart of me felt sorrow. He had so much potential. He could of been powerful, more powerful then me even, but he threw it all away. Why? I never knew what i had did wrong to make him quit. It took me a long time to find the problem. I had been with him what my father had been with me. I never showed love to him like i loved him. I never showed him pride...I forgot he was half human...
I did give alot of attention to Bra. I guess because she acted more like a sayiajin. She was always like me, though she never liked to fight. She had my temper and my arrogance. Trunks was more like his mother. He inherited her intelligence and her human like instict.
I never did take my son for granted. Though i had once failed as a father, i promise never to fail again. I will not be like my father. I was always proud of my son. He was never a burden. I have always loved him I hope that one day, despite my arrogance, that i will fix my relationship with him. And one day i will tell him...Trunks you make me proud.
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FINALLY! sorry i took so long to post it. I've been really busy...watching T.V. (Curls up in shame) But here it is. COMPLETE! (Plops out on the couch in exuastion and exhales in relief)