Author's note: This is my first fanfic....I can't believe I'm actually
doing this!! lol...Well, I thought that since the holidays are coming up,
why not write a fanfic about the holidays..erm..i mean..well you know. As
you read on and the story progresses, I think it may sound somewhat familar
to ya..^_____^ Please enjoy! And thanks to Bao!!
Vegeta's Heart
~~~***Chapter 1***~~~
December 23
The last stocking was hung above the fireplace of the Capsule Corp. Once again it was Christmas time, and it seemed that everyone had caught the holiday fever. Well, almost everyone. Bulma was frantically running around the house, making every last detail perfect. She sprayed the last touches of "Snow-in-a-can" on their literally hand chopped Christmas tree until the whole house had smelled of paint fume. She took out all the georgeous ornaments that had been given as gifts through the years every time Vegeta had co-saved the world. She even made egg-nog from scratch, but she knew if she told anyone she did, no one would drink it.
Trunks was what any boy would be during the Christmas season-toy crazy. He had made a toy list that was 4 feet long, and it seemed that almost every other second Trunks would hint about the toys he wanted. "Ya know, mom, it would sure be a shame to see a sad boy on Christmas. Espacially when that sad boy would be me..gee, I wish I had that Bam Bam go Boom action figure.."Trunks hinted.
Bulma rolled her eyes and sighed. "Trunks, I've heard you say that a million times already. We'll see. You know how much your father doesn't like you playing with toys."
"Hmph!" with that Trunks stormed out of the living room and slammed the door of his room. "Oh, that Trunks..cute as a button, but he's got his father's attitude. Why couldn't he be more like Moi? We all oviously know where he gets his looks from.." Bulma quietly said to herself.
Let us now visit Vegeta in the reading room. Vegeta: noun. Stubborn as a mule and a little firecracker. Even though it was Christmas, it always seemed that he was the same as ever. No cheeriness, feelings whatsoever toward the holiday. "Damn blasted Christmas...every year its the same, annoying carolers everywhere, those pathetic people ringing that stupid bell, over and over, gahh!" Vegeta rambled.
He then felt a tug at his shirt. It was Trunks, and he was about to give the same 'sad boy want toy' speech to Vegeta. "Ya know, dad, it would sure be a shame to see a sad boy on Christmas. Espacially when that sad boy would be me..gee, I wish I had that Bam Bam go Boom action figure.."Trunks hinted once more. Vegeta gave him the most bewildered look anyone could ask for.
"What was that you just said.."Trunks was really trying his patience.
"Well dad, Christmas is coming up, and well.."Trunks said softly, pressing his index fingers together, staring at the cold floor.
"Well WHAT."
"well, it would be nice if I had some toys for once."
"WHAT?!"Vegeta was furious.
"Haven't I raised you better than this? Did I teach you to play with those cheap plastic..things? Are you growing soft on me, son?"
"No sir, its just.."
"Just what.."
"Well, Goten always gets toys for Christmas. He gets to play on Christmas day instead of train all day. He gets to rest..Mr. Goku lets him do what he wants!"
He couldn't believe what his son had just said..Vegeta was filled with fury,and exploded at his son. "WHAT? You are comparing me to that, that, clown? All Goku does all day is play, never trains! His son is all the same-as big a clown as his father..he is nothing to me! You are getting NO toys, do you hear me? I am going to give you new training clothes like always, and for mentioning those things to me, we are going to train extra early on Christmas Day!"
With that Trunks gave a scared look. Tears filled his eyes, and said the unexpectable as he ran off to his room, "Why can't you be like Goku?!? I wish my dad was Goku! wahhh.."
Vegeta's eyes widened as he sunk in his chair. He stood up, locked the door of the reading room, and knocked down a few books, then sunk back into his chair. Making sure that no one was listening, or watching, he pulled out his photo album and silently cried to himself as he looked at the pictures of his son.
"Where..where did I go wrong?"
Vegeta's Heart
~~~***Chapter 1***~~~
December 23
The last stocking was hung above the fireplace of the Capsule Corp. Once again it was Christmas time, and it seemed that everyone had caught the holiday fever. Well, almost everyone. Bulma was frantically running around the house, making every last detail perfect. She sprayed the last touches of "Snow-in-a-can" on their literally hand chopped Christmas tree until the whole house had smelled of paint fume. She took out all the georgeous ornaments that had been given as gifts through the years every time Vegeta had co-saved the world. She even made egg-nog from scratch, but she knew if she told anyone she did, no one would drink it.
Trunks was what any boy would be during the Christmas season-toy crazy. He had made a toy list that was 4 feet long, and it seemed that almost every other second Trunks would hint about the toys he wanted. "Ya know, mom, it would sure be a shame to see a sad boy on Christmas. Espacially when that sad boy would be me..gee, I wish I had that Bam Bam go Boom action figure.."Trunks hinted.
Bulma rolled her eyes and sighed. "Trunks, I've heard you say that a million times already. We'll see. You know how much your father doesn't like you playing with toys."
"Hmph!" with that Trunks stormed out of the living room and slammed the door of his room. "Oh, that Trunks..cute as a button, but he's got his father's attitude. Why couldn't he be more like Moi? We all oviously know where he gets his looks from.." Bulma quietly said to herself.
Let us now visit Vegeta in the reading room. Vegeta: noun. Stubborn as a mule and a little firecracker. Even though it was Christmas, it always seemed that he was the same as ever. No cheeriness, feelings whatsoever toward the holiday. "Damn blasted Christmas...every year its the same, annoying carolers everywhere, those pathetic people ringing that stupid bell, over and over, gahh!" Vegeta rambled.
He then felt a tug at his shirt. It was Trunks, and he was about to give the same 'sad boy want toy' speech to Vegeta. "Ya know, dad, it would sure be a shame to see a sad boy on Christmas. Espacially when that sad boy would be me..gee, I wish I had that Bam Bam go Boom action figure.."Trunks hinted once more. Vegeta gave him the most bewildered look anyone could ask for.
"What was that you just said.."Trunks was really trying his patience.
"Well dad, Christmas is coming up, and well.."Trunks said softly, pressing his index fingers together, staring at the cold floor.
"Well WHAT."
"well, it would be nice if I had some toys for once."
"WHAT?!"Vegeta was furious.
"Haven't I raised you better than this? Did I teach you to play with those cheap plastic..things? Are you growing soft on me, son?"
"No sir, its just.."
"Just what.."
"Well, Goten always gets toys for Christmas. He gets to play on Christmas day instead of train all day. He gets to rest..Mr. Goku lets him do what he wants!"
He couldn't believe what his son had just said..Vegeta was filled with fury,and exploded at his son. "WHAT? You are comparing me to that, that, clown? All Goku does all day is play, never trains! His son is all the same-as big a clown as his father..he is nothing to me! You are getting NO toys, do you hear me? I am going to give you new training clothes like always, and for mentioning those things to me, we are going to train extra early on Christmas Day!"
With that Trunks gave a scared look. Tears filled his eyes, and said the unexpectable as he ran off to his room, "Why can't you be like Goku?!? I wish my dad was Goku! wahhh.."
Vegeta's eyes widened as he sunk in his chair. He stood up, locked the door of the reading room, and knocked down a few books, then sunk back into his chair. Making sure that no one was listening, or watching, he pulled out his photo album and silently cried to himself as he looked at the pictures of his son.
"Where..where did I go wrong?"