What do I have to do?
By Hannio
Chapter Two
Promise Made
DISCLAIMER: Let me think I don't own Vegeta or Trunks though I wish I did, instead I own Zane, he's mine, so don't use him without permission just like if I read a fic of yours and I want to use the character I'd ask.
AUTHOR NOTE: Here's chapter 2 of my fic. I personally like this one which is rare cause I usually think my stories are crap but I'm kinda happy with the way things are going with this, which is strange. By the way, I have a big favour to ask anyone reading this. I'm am real crap at drawing and I was wondering whether someone could draw me Zane and e-mail it to me? I know it's alot to ask but PLEASE? Anyway, enjoy
Zane stopped in front of the door and stared up at it. He was not looking forward to this at all. His Dad had a way about him that made it almost impossible to get close to him. Zane knew his Dad tolerated him, more than he did other people, but that was probably because he was his son, the rest of the time he was ignored almost as if he had some kind of disease and he knew already that his Dad would not be happy that he was skipping training. He took a deep breath and narrowed his eyes. He was a Saiyan and he was not going to be a coward. His hand found the cool handle and he opened it stepping into the room.
The gravity change hit him straight away and automatically he glanced at the setting to see it at 170+ normal gravity. He gritted his teeth and slowly began walking towards the lone figure in the centre. He closed his eyes for second then spoke
"Dad" Vegeta didn't stop punching the air but he turned his head slightly at the sound of his youngest
"Well Well Well if it isn't Zane" he said, Zane glanced down at the harsh tones but looked back up again
"Hi Dad" he replied brightly. Vegeta turned to face him, watching as he slowly made his way over to him. He was a good looking boy there was no denying that, a bit like Trunks but different. He was still fairly small and slim but that would change. His hair was short but messy and jet black like his, that was the only thing he shared with him except some basic features, other then that he was the male version of his mother, the same face shape, same bright vibrant looks, contrasting him with Trunks darker looks. His eyes were the same bright endless blue as her's as well. He now crossed his arms, as his eyes narrowed.
"What do you want?" he said, Zane sighed and looked up brushing some hair out of his eyes
"I've come to train" he replied, Vegeta's eyebrow rose at that
"You've come to train" he repeated amusement tingeing his voice "I thought you had better things to do than train" he said, Zane sighed, he knew this would be hard but he had no idea it would be this hard.
"Not today" he replied surprisingly firm "Today I'm gonna train, if you want me to come back later, then I will but I'm going to do it" Vegeta just stared at him, his mind taking in the words
"Really." he replied "So you just train when you want to is that it?" he asked calmly "When you feel like it?" Zane frowned
"You make it sound as if that's a crime" he replied, Vegeta shrugged
"Do I" Zane folded his arms and matched Vegeta's look with one almost identical. Vegeta turned away from him and began training again
"Do what you want just don't bother me" Zane turned away so his Dad wouldn't see the tears that burned his eyelids. The complete disinterest in his voice was something that was always there, it seemed that his Dad really didn't care what he was up to as long as he was doing it far away from him. He just couldn't understand the way his Dad worked. He began by stretching, his mind going through all the things that they had done together, but all he could come up with was training. He remembered Trunks telling him about times when their Dad was in a good mood he'd take him to the Park for a while. Zane's eyes darkened until they were navy blue. He never did anything like that to him. He threw a punch ignoring the energy wave that followed it, without thinking about it he yelled as powered up, then began his attack against the invisible enemy. He didn't know how long he was there just training and taking out his hurt and frustration at being ignored. "Don't be too long I don't want you to waste the energy or break anything" Zane stopped as the door closed behind his father and he clenched his fist as he gritted his teeth, eyes glinting. He was sick and tired of being ignored; he was tired of seeing the differences in the way him and Trunks were treated
"It's all going to change," he said aloud to himself, the words echoing round the metal room, "I'm going to make him proud of me I don't care what it takes. I'm make him as proud of me as he is of Trunks." he looked up a smirk coming to his face "I swear it" then the promise made to himself he walked out the room a smile on his face. He'd remind his father with a vengeance that he had two sons and then he'd be proud of him finally.
I hope you enjoyed it... Please review and tell me what you think of Zane so far but no flames but any other kind... and please take heed of my A/N I'm real desperate to see Zane drawn on paper and since I'm crap at drawing I was hoping you could help me. PLEASE.