A/N: Rather short and boring chapter, but oh well. There will eventually be some thoughts on Majin Buu when he's 8 and through the period the show is set in. That might be more interesting, but for now I'm TRYING to stay in age order. This chapter is age four.
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Trunks is four. It's kind of hard to believe. It seems like he was born just a few weeks ago. This is the year that things are going to change. I'm going to teach him a lot more this year. I'll HAVE to. Bulma intends on starting him on a home school schedule next year when he turns five and then there wont be time to be sure he learns his manners. No Prince can be unmannered. And NO son of mine will be, that's for sure! I will show him how to behave with dignity this year.
As much as I hate to do it, for missing out on moments of disrespect for Gohan, I'll have to make sure he KNOWS not to be disrespectful toward those older than him. And especially not to pick fights with them. Not only is that dangerous (for the rare chance that he might actually come against someone that just HAPPENS to be stronger than him), but also for the fact that it is improper use of martial arts. It isn't the proper way for a Sayain child.
He will have to train more now that he's older. I wont increase his schedule THAT much, but I WILL increrase it. I'll push him just a little bit harder, but not enough to make him dislike it. It's in his BLOOD to like it. I don't think anything I do COULD make him dislike it.
I feel proud. Trunks is no longer a baby and he's past being a toddler. He is a child now.
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How is it a third-class ever became more powerful than a PRINCE! I can't understand it. I'm training now and my zeal to outweigh Kakarot ten times over pushes me past my limits. It is a DISGRACE for the Sayain Prince to be weaker than a third-class fighter.
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Bulma has taken Trunks out shopping for new clothes. I feel sorry for the boy.
Since nobody is here, I am taking a short break from training and am watching some television. All the shows are ridiculous! It's highly irritating! We have a million different channels and yet they're ALL hideous. Just thinking on how terrible they are is making me tired.
Perhaps I will trim my hair instead. If it gets much longer it wont stand up anymore and then it will get in my face. I can't stand having hair in my face, unless it's Bulma's and it's late at night...but that's a different story.
I don't want her knowing that I'm not training. I train almost all day every day and that's the way I like it. The only time I don't train is at breakfast and at dinner. I take a break at lunch, and after dinner I teach Trunks proper Sayain etiquette. He's learning, but he doesn't sit still for very long. That in itself is bad manners. I'm making him sit for progressively longer amounts of time though.
Today I may just leave him be. I'm not feeling completely well and I'm not in the mood to be around either of them. Bulma nags too much and Trunks whines too much. Besides, he's apt to be extra fussy and squirmy this evening, after being stuck all day in stores with that shop-a-holic mother of his. He needs a new gi though. Otherwise I may have spared him the torture and kept him home with me.
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The little third-class is over today. It means Trunks wont train and the two of them will cause mischief. They always end up screaming and crying at some point. One pushes the other, one punches the other...usually Trunks punches. I have to smirk at that since it's Goten. And he's younger so it's not as bad as if it were Gohan either.
It's pathetic to think this is what's left of my people. Namely me. And three half-breeds, all of which are children. Gohan, the awkward teenager, Goten, the retarded toddler, and Trunks. Trunks is fine. He's royalty and he's MINE. But he's still a child. At least they're all strong. I only assume Goten is. I know Trunks and him fight and Goten stands up all right to him. But Trunks is stronger. He very well SHOULD be! He's older and he TRAINS.
I can hear the two little brats making noise already. They always destroy the house when they're together. Bulma allows Trunks to have every toy known to the human race and Goten has to play with ALL of them when he comes over. That's what generally starts the fighting between them. Kids that young don't share. And why SHOULD Trunks? They're HIS toys, not Goten's! They're still TOYS though! Toys are a stupid waste of time. I have to remember again though, Trunks is only four. It's his age.
Goten is looking up at me, wide-eyed and fear stricken as I walk by. I'm sure to give him an extra fowl look of disaproval. I like that he's scared of me. Trunks has stopped and is watching too, but he isn't afraid. I'm not really sure what I think of that. A measure of fear in children, even for their fathers can be a good thing. It keeps them in check. But I guess it's ok because it must mean he knows I wont hurt him. And I know he still respects me because I can see fear in him when I catch him doing something he KNOWS he isn't supposed to be doing.
"Scram, brats!" I say harshly.
I have to smirk because Goten jumps and scurries off. But Trunks looks at me for a second longer, almost as if seeing me is a phenomenon. He still has no fear.
"Go on!" I'm not quite as harsh when I speak to him.
That seems to bring him out of his stupor and he almost smiles before he runs off in the same direction Goten just went. I smile, shaking my head, as I step into the gravity room. Somehow I find these children rather funny.
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I have to train extra hard right now because I am suddenly aching for all the things I did for Frieza. Particularly the things I did so that he wouldn't kill my father. And yet he killed him anyway! It's so worthless! All the killing I did, to keep ONE person alive! And he WASN'T kept alive! That's why love is so compeltely worthless. It accomplishes NOTHING but pain. I HAVE to find a way to stop loving my family! It will only hinder me!
How do you rid yourself of attachments? I can not and WILL not kill them! That is out of the question! But I can't stand that I love them! One day it will come back on me, just like it did with Mirai! I didn't even pay him any heed and STILL I loved him! Just because he was MINE! Just because he had my blood! WHY?! There is NO use in it!
My father was strong. Frieza could have used him. Why did he have to kill him? And after everything I did...
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I'm really quite rude toward Bulma. Why does she still care for me? I don't ever do any of these menial tasks she asks of me. So why does she not get rid of me? I would gladly leave right now...and bury the fact that I care for her...and the little brat. I wish she WOULD have me leave. Then maybe I could get over this terrible feeling of care for them.
I should just leave on my own, but I can't bring myself to do it. Bulma is so...beautiful. Why do I think this? She's just a woman! An EARTH woman! I've never thought ANYONE was so beautiful! And now I can't bring myself to leave. She's given me a place to stay and food to eat...and a great gravity room to train in...
She's also given me something I never asked for, never deserved, and never wanted-- love. WHY does she love me? I'm a heartless, bloodthirsty killer! I've been that since I was only thirteen years old! Yes, it was spurred on by Frieza, but the habit stuck for quite some time! I don't kill now, that's true. Unless it's some sort of threat to the planet or something. But I still don't deserve it.
I don't WANT it! The feeling is addicting! They're BOTH addicting! That stupid woman! Why did she have to love me?! And why did I have to reciprocate it?! If I'd only ignored her I may not have had the bond that will forever hold us together! ALL three of us! How do you break a bond when there is a CHILD to show of it?
*Dang* this stupid feeling!!!
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On. Off. On. Off. On... one more time and I'm gonna pound him into the ground... Off.
"TRUNKS!" my voice is booming...a little louder than I expected.
The kid jumps, startled.
"LEAVE THAT LIGHT ALONE!"
Oh no...don't you DARE! He's sulking. The little brat is SULKING!
"Wipe that STUPID look off your face!" I can't control myself. I have a headache. Even with my eyes closed I can see the flashes as the lights go on and off continually.
He's only sulking MORE!
"Daddy, I'm bored..."
"Go train!"
"I'm too tired..."
"Then go to bed!"
"Nooo..."
NO! no, no, NO! He's gonna cry! I an NOT going to listen to that irritating SCREECH of his!
"BULMA!" my voice is booming again. "That BOY of yours is tired and he wont go to bed!"
...And there he goes!
"He's YOUR child too, Vegeta! I'm BUSY! If he's so tired, then YOU put him to bed."
I have to growl now. I don't WANT to put him to bed! He's already crying and he has NO reason for it! He's SO juvenile and I can't deal with it right now. My head hurts! "Go to bed, Trunks!"
Great. He's crying LOUDER.
"NOW!" I scream above his tantrum.
He stomps a foot and screams, then finally does as he's been told. Thank GOODNESS! I didn't want to punish him. I don't have the energy for it right now. He SO annoying!
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Time goes so quickly. It's hard to believe. He's almost five. I haven't done all the things I said I would through his age of four! I've got him weaned off sucking his fingers...most of the time. Get gets in trouble if he's caught. I said I would do THAT before he was FOUR! And now FIVE. In a week. I'm not looking forward to it much. Bulma and I will have more fights. She'll start him on a school schedule and I will make sure he cotinues training, and for longer intervals. He still takes naps too. There will be a lot in his schedule.
I feel nervous about five for some reason. It makes no sense, but I do. I really haven't been the father I've desired to be and I want to be a little better at it this year.
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Trunks is four. It's kind of hard to believe. It seems like he was born just a few weeks ago. This is the year that things are going to change. I'm going to teach him a lot more this year. I'll HAVE to. Bulma intends on starting him on a home school schedule next year when he turns five and then there wont be time to be sure he learns his manners. No Prince can be unmannered. And NO son of mine will be, that's for sure! I will show him how to behave with dignity this year.
As much as I hate to do it, for missing out on moments of disrespect for Gohan, I'll have to make sure he KNOWS not to be disrespectful toward those older than him. And especially not to pick fights with them. Not only is that dangerous (for the rare chance that he might actually come against someone that just HAPPENS to be stronger than him), but also for the fact that it is improper use of martial arts. It isn't the proper way for a Sayain child.
He will have to train more now that he's older. I wont increase his schedule THAT much, but I WILL increrase it. I'll push him just a little bit harder, but not enough to make him dislike it. It's in his BLOOD to like it. I don't think anything I do COULD make him dislike it.
I feel proud. Trunks is no longer a baby and he's past being a toddler. He is a child now.
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How is it a third-class ever became more powerful than a PRINCE! I can't understand it. I'm training now and my zeal to outweigh Kakarot ten times over pushes me past my limits. It is a DISGRACE for the Sayain Prince to be weaker than a third-class fighter.
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Bulma has taken Trunks out shopping for new clothes. I feel sorry for the boy.
Since nobody is here, I am taking a short break from training and am watching some television. All the shows are ridiculous! It's highly irritating! We have a million different channels and yet they're ALL hideous. Just thinking on how terrible they are is making me tired.
Perhaps I will trim my hair instead. If it gets much longer it wont stand up anymore and then it will get in my face. I can't stand having hair in my face, unless it's Bulma's and it's late at night...but that's a different story.
I don't want her knowing that I'm not training. I train almost all day every day and that's the way I like it. The only time I don't train is at breakfast and at dinner. I take a break at lunch, and after dinner I teach Trunks proper Sayain etiquette. He's learning, but he doesn't sit still for very long. That in itself is bad manners. I'm making him sit for progressively longer amounts of time though.
Today I may just leave him be. I'm not feeling completely well and I'm not in the mood to be around either of them. Bulma nags too much and Trunks whines too much. Besides, he's apt to be extra fussy and squirmy this evening, after being stuck all day in stores with that shop-a-holic mother of his. He needs a new gi though. Otherwise I may have spared him the torture and kept him home with me.
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The little third-class is over today. It means Trunks wont train and the two of them will cause mischief. They always end up screaming and crying at some point. One pushes the other, one punches the other...usually Trunks punches. I have to smirk at that since it's Goten. And he's younger so it's not as bad as if it were Gohan either.
It's pathetic to think this is what's left of my people. Namely me. And three half-breeds, all of which are children. Gohan, the awkward teenager, Goten, the retarded toddler, and Trunks. Trunks is fine. He's royalty and he's MINE. But he's still a child. At least they're all strong. I only assume Goten is. I know Trunks and him fight and Goten stands up all right to him. But Trunks is stronger. He very well SHOULD be! He's older and he TRAINS.
I can hear the two little brats making noise already. They always destroy the house when they're together. Bulma allows Trunks to have every toy known to the human race and Goten has to play with ALL of them when he comes over. That's what generally starts the fighting between them. Kids that young don't share. And why SHOULD Trunks? They're HIS toys, not Goten's! They're still TOYS though! Toys are a stupid waste of time. I have to remember again though, Trunks is only four. It's his age.
Goten is looking up at me, wide-eyed and fear stricken as I walk by. I'm sure to give him an extra fowl look of disaproval. I like that he's scared of me. Trunks has stopped and is watching too, but he isn't afraid. I'm not really sure what I think of that. A measure of fear in children, even for their fathers can be a good thing. It keeps them in check. But I guess it's ok because it must mean he knows I wont hurt him. And I know he still respects me because I can see fear in him when I catch him doing something he KNOWS he isn't supposed to be doing.
"Scram, brats!" I say harshly.
I have to smirk because Goten jumps and scurries off. But Trunks looks at me for a second longer, almost as if seeing me is a phenomenon. He still has no fear.
"Go on!" I'm not quite as harsh when I speak to him.
That seems to bring him out of his stupor and he almost smiles before he runs off in the same direction Goten just went. I smile, shaking my head, as I step into the gravity room. Somehow I find these children rather funny.
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I have to train extra hard right now because I am suddenly aching for all the things I did for Frieza. Particularly the things I did so that he wouldn't kill my father. And yet he killed him anyway! It's so worthless! All the killing I did, to keep ONE person alive! And he WASN'T kept alive! That's why love is so compeltely worthless. It accomplishes NOTHING but pain. I HAVE to find a way to stop loving my family! It will only hinder me!
How do you rid yourself of attachments? I can not and WILL not kill them! That is out of the question! But I can't stand that I love them! One day it will come back on me, just like it did with Mirai! I didn't even pay him any heed and STILL I loved him! Just because he was MINE! Just because he had my blood! WHY?! There is NO use in it!
My father was strong. Frieza could have used him. Why did he have to kill him? And after everything I did...
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I'm really quite rude toward Bulma. Why does she still care for me? I don't ever do any of these menial tasks she asks of me. So why does she not get rid of me? I would gladly leave right now...and bury the fact that I care for her...and the little brat. I wish she WOULD have me leave. Then maybe I could get over this terrible feeling of care for them.
I should just leave on my own, but I can't bring myself to do it. Bulma is so...beautiful. Why do I think this? She's just a woman! An EARTH woman! I've never thought ANYONE was so beautiful! And now I can't bring myself to leave. She's given me a place to stay and food to eat...and a great gravity room to train in...
She's also given me something I never asked for, never deserved, and never wanted-- love. WHY does she love me? I'm a heartless, bloodthirsty killer! I've been that since I was only thirteen years old! Yes, it was spurred on by Frieza, but the habit stuck for quite some time! I don't kill now, that's true. Unless it's some sort of threat to the planet or something. But I still don't deserve it.
I don't WANT it! The feeling is addicting! They're BOTH addicting! That stupid woman! Why did she have to love me?! And why did I have to reciprocate it?! If I'd only ignored her I may not have had the bond that will forever hold us together! ALL three of us! How do you break a bond when there is a CHILD to show of it?
*Dang* this stupid feeling!!!
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On. Off. On. Off. On... one more time and I'm gonna pound him into the ground... Off.
"TRUNKS!" my voice is booming...a little louder than I expected.
The kid jumps, startled.
"LEAVE THAT LIGHT ALONE!"
Oh no...don't you DARE! He's sulking. The little brat is SULKING!
"Wipe that STUPID look off your face!" I can't control myself. I have a headache. Even with my eyes closed I can see the flashes as the lights go on and off continually.
He's only sulking MORE!
"Daddy, I'm bored..."
"Go train!"
"I'm too tired..."
"Then go to bed!"
"Nooo..."
NO! no, no, NO! He's gonna cry! I an NOT going to listen to that irritating SCREECH of his!
"BULMA!" my voice is booming again. "That BOY of yours is tired and he wont go to bed!"
...And there he goes!
"He's YOUR child too, Vegeta! I'm BUSY! If he's so tired, then YOU put him to bed."
I have to growl now. I don't WANT to put him to bed! He's already crying and he has NO reason for it! He's SO juvenile and I can't deal with it right now. My head hurts! "Go to bed, Trunks!"
Great. He's crying LOUDER.
"NOW!" I scream above his tantrum.
He stomps a foot and screams, then finally does as he's been told. Thank GOODNESS! I didn't want to punish him. I don't have the energy for it right now. He SO annoying!
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Time goes so quickly. It's hard to believe. He's almost five. I haven't done all the things I said I would through his age of four! I've got him weaned off sucking his fingers...most of the time. Get gets in trouble if he's caught. I said I would do THAT before he was FOUR! And now FIVE. In a week. I'm not looking forward to it much. Bulma and I will have more fights. She'll start him on a school schedule and I will make sure he cotinues training, and for longer intervals. He still takes naps too. There will be a lot in his schedule.
I feel nervous about five for some reason. It makes no sense, but I do. I really haven't been the father I've desired to be and I want to be a little better at it this year.
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