What do I have to do?

By

Hannio

Chapter Five

 A brotherly talk

DISCLAIMER:  I don't own: Trunks, Vegeta or Bulma. However the character of Zane, their son/Brother, he's mine so don't use him without permission ok

AUTHOR NOTE: Here's chapter five. I'm not gonna say anything much except I hope you enjoy it and I'll update it soon. Cheers

Trunks stared at the door a feeling of dread in his stomach. He couldn't believe his mother was actually gonna make him do this. The last time he had seen Zane the boy had been ready to fight him. A small smile made it's way to his face. Zane certainly had it in his when he needed to. He wouldn't of beaten Trunks, of that he was certain but he would of certainly pushed him to his limits of his non super Saiyan form.

Now he carried on his staring, he couldn't believe his mother had dragged him out of a training session with his father to do this, he could of sworn if he stayed in there then his mum would of forgotten till it was too late. Now he rolled his eyes. Fat chance, his mother never forgot anything important just all the little things. She had hit the emergency stop button walked in ignoring his father angry curses at her and walked up to his demanded whether or not he had found out what was wrong with Zane. He had spared a glance at his father to see him looking confused for a second, probably that there was something wrong with his youngest but then the look went. When Trunks replied he hadn't. Bulma had taken his arm and dragged him out and up the stairs scolding him the entire time. That was where he was now.

He rolled his eyes and raised his hand to knock on the door, he was tempted to fly to Goten's instead but he had already been promised that Bulma would send his father after him and Trunks rather face 500 pissed off Zane's than one pissed off Vegeta. He now knocked and waited, finally he heard what he wanted.

"Come in" the voice still didn't sound it's usual calm voice with an under tone of humour to it, it still sounded pissed off. Trunks opened the door and walked in, Bulma giving him a thumb up from where she had stationed herself to make sure he done it. Trunks closed the door and looked to the bed to see Zane lying there. He had changed his clothes and was wearing baggy jeans and an oversized t-shirt. Trunks couldn't help but grin already Zane was adopting the skater boy look.

"Hey" he said, there was a moment silence as Zane lifted his head from the pillow and than he spoke in a calm voice

"Fuck off" Trunks sighed and sat on the bed

"No I'm not gonna. Unfortunately Zane you'll have to pick me up and throw me out and since you look like you can't be fucked too move I'm seriously doubting you'll do that" Zane finally turned round and looked at him, Trunks looked steadily back. Zane looked rough from his lack of sleep but there was an expression of despair in the blue eyes in front of him that startled him.

"What do you want?" he said, the anger leaving his voice, all he sounded was tired now, maybe even slightly depressed

"I wanna know what's wrong" Zane watched him for a second as he sat up properly leaning his back against the headboard

"What makes you think something is wrong with me Trunks?" he asked. Trunks shot him a look

"Zane I may not be as smart as you are but don't insult my intelligence. I've stared at you nearly everyday of your life don't you think that by now I might realise if something was wrong with you?" Zane shrugged, his face looking impassive

"How would I know?" he replied, "I'm not you after all"

"See that's how I can tell" Trunks said not rising to the bait "You're trying to push me and you normally won't. Look Zane" he made his voice persuasive "Can't you just tell me? Maybe I could help?" Zane searched his eyes for a moment to see if he was sincere than smirked

"Why would you want to help me out?"

"Because you're my brother" came the instant reply. Zane turned round and laid back on his bed and Trunks taking that as a no sighed and stood up. He had tried his best but he couldn't force him to tell him. He walked to the door when Zane spoke

"It's father" Trunks turned back to see Zane sit back up and look at him "Dad is my problem" Trunks looked startled at that. He had expected it to be girl problem or the fact he got a B, not their Dad. He sat down slowly and spoke

"What has he done?" Zane brought his knees up and causally linked his hands and arms around them, looking at his brother with a half sad, half angry look

"More like what he hasn't done" Trunks remained silent and Zane carried on "It's not fair Trunks" he whispered through gritted teeth.

"What isn't?" Trunks replied softly. Zane's s control and he leapt forward taking the older boys shoulders in his arms

"It's suck" he yelled, "Dad doesn't even notice I'm alive. Just because I can't fight like you he thinks I'm not worthy as his son. He only sees you not me" Zane got a control on himself and let go of Trunks shoulders and sat back down looking slightly ashamed of himself.

"I see" Trunks said

"You don't though" Zane said interrupting him "Dad pays attention to you, but me, he sees me more as a nuisance than he does a son. I remember you told me once he took you to a park and all the things you did. Dad has never even walked me down the street before. It's as if he's ashamed to be with me. I'm just not good enough I've never been good enough"

"You are though Dad he does care for you" Zane shook his head

"See I wish I could believe you Trunks but if you heard the kinda things he said to me then you wouldn't feel that way at all. So I came up with the idea that I was gonna do something to make him notice me, almost to slap him in the face and say look Dad you have two sons here to be proud of not just the eldest but the youngest too, I just don't know enough about him to do anything" he sighed "I don't know what I can do and neither do my friends that why I was in a foul mood this morning and that's why I attack you" he looked sheepish "sorry about that by the way" Trunks shrugged and looked at the younger boy thoughtfully

"Forget it," he said in a distracted tone. He could understand now why Zane acted the way he did and turned so much to science, to gain his mother's approval. If he truly believe that their Dad didn't care about him at all then all he would have would be their mums affection to let him know that he was doing right. Now that Trunks thought about it he decided that perhaps Zane was right. Trunks had never seen Vegeta talk to Zane unless he had to or even take him anyway. Trunks had thought Zane didn't care but this had just proven how wrong he was. There was only one thing for it. He'd have to help. A smile came onto his face. He knew just how to do it.

            "What is it?" Zane demanded suspiciously seeing the look on Trunks face "What are you thinking Trunks?" Trunks looked at him

            "You really wanna get Dad to notice you?" he asked, Zane nodded instantly

            "Yep"

            "And you'll do anything to do it?" Trunks pressed on, a look of confusion came over Zane's features but he nodded,

"Yeah anything" Trunks nodded

"Than little Bro I know how you could do it but it require a lot of hard work" Zane looked at him

"What do I have to do?" he said. Trunks grinned

"If you want to impress him then there's only one thing to do. You'll have to enter the world martial arts tournament" Zane's mouth fell open

"What?" he said "But I can't fight in that" Trunks shrugged

"Trust me to get his attention you need to show him what a good fighter you can be" he saw the indecision on Zane's face and stood up "I'll help you if you need it. Let me know what you decide Seeya"

"Oh Trunks before you go" Trunks looked back and Zane smiled

"2 things firstly Thanks" Trunks waved it away

"And secondly?" he asked, Zane looked down

"Don't tell mum about any of this ok?" Trunks nodded

"Can do, see you later" and with that he left Zane to his thoughts.

There you go I hoped you enjoyed it, please review and tell me what you think. No flames though. I'll get the next chapter up as soon as I can promise.