A/N: Thanks for the reviews. . . whoever said I should turn this into a romance, I don't think I'm gonna do that :) *grins* I'm not that good at romances, but thanks for the suggestion anyway. I'll make this a longer chapter, don't worry. I'm sorry the other was so short, but I didn't know how small it was until I actually uploaded it.
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~ When you see that (~), it means I'm switching to writing from his point of view. I'll try not to get ya too lost. . .hopefully the italic will show up and might help too.
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He awoke groggily with a moan. It was dark outside, he could see through the cracks in his blinds. He slowly turned his head to the digital clock that was glowing from the light of bright green numbers. It was almost four-thirty AM. His stomach growled loudly.
"Kami, was I really that tired?" Trunks yawned as he ran a hand through his now messed up hair. He sat up on the edge of his bed and stretched his hands above his head with another loud yawn. He cracked his neck a few times before he stood upright. His sensitive saiya-jin ears picked up a low humming sound. His computer was still on. He drug his weary body to the comfy office-like chair and rested his hand on the mouse. Just before he was about to shut it down, an icon caught his eye.
It was his "journal" he'd kept as an outlet for his thoughts after Majin Buu was gone. He was surprised he hadn't deleted it long before now, he wasn't the type to keep things like that on his desktop. With one eyebrow slightly raised, he curiously opened up the file. Of course, he knew what was inside but he couldn't help but feel anxious. He laughed silently to himself as an alert window popped up. Somehow, he'd managed to put a password on the file. The keys made a slight clicking sound as he typed it in. Trunks scrolled down to the beginning of the first entry. As he read, he noticed certain spelling mistakes he'd made. He was only eight at the time, what could he have expected? His fingers crept to the keyboard to correct them, but he stopped himself. These were his feelings, as he saw things when he was younger, and he wasn't going to change them. . .
~Entry 1: I need to take this out somewhere. I decide it was either a) my dad b) the wall, or c) In writing. My dad would no doubt retaliate, the wall could have severe damage, so this is my only choice. Maybe I'll feel better then. Everything that happened in those few days has been stuck in my head and its driving me crazy! When you have to go from an innocent kid, then suddenly grow up in what seemed like seconds it takes a bigger toll than most people think.
I can sympathize for Goten, the day he met his dad for the first time in his life, he also has to leave hours earlier than he was supposed to. It also doesn't help much that the planet got blown to Kami-knows-where, and the entire universe's fate hung in the balance. . .
Everyone else had fought against the odds before (even Goten's older brother, Gohan, experienced his first major fight when he was five) but it was us who had to be raised when nothing was happening. But, we had to be saiya-jins and we had to be stronger than most people. ~
Trunks sighed. He often regretted his heritage. Half of him begged to just be a normal kid, and half of him strived on being in a battle. It only makes sense, he reasoned, after all, I am half Earthling. He pushed it aside and re-focused his attention to the next entry.
~Entry 2: I tried to tell Dad why I've been caught up in myself, but he just doesn't get it. He was bred, born, and raised to fight. I was an accident, as he puts it- Trunks paused to laugh at what he'd wrote- There's so many times I doubt he even notices I exist, times when I wonder if I was gone one morning, would he care? But then again, rarely there's those times his softer side shines through. Every now and then he might just ruffle my hair or smile at my stupid antics, and I at least know he accepts me. Then there's the time before he blew himself up, when he gave me a hug and said he was proud of me, that's all I've ever asked for.
I knew then that no matter how much everyone else may hate him, they'll never know the real him, the him that they never see. Mom doesn't even know everything about him. She's tried to pry out things from his past, but he always says something along the lines of 'It's bad enough I have to live with the memories, why do I need to go blurting it out to everyone?' or something similar. He can be such an arrogant moron sometimes.
I've gone on long enough about my dad now. I think I'll stop for now~
He decided that it would be a good place for him to stop too. He closed out of the file and pushed the chair away from the desk. By now the sun was starting to slowly rise. Trunks looked down. He still had his shoes on, and he also had on his clothes from the day before. He was practically dying from hunger. He needed a shower really bad too.
"Getting up two hours earlier than I usually do can't hurt too much can it?" He joked to himself. Grabbing clean clothes and a towel off of his doorknob, he headed to the bathroom. After he'd undressed himself, he stepped into the shower and turned the water on so it was freezing. He always did that in the morning. Mainly, because it woke him up. He slowly turned it warmer and let the beads of water massage his face. His father's words still rung in his head. It aggravated him to no end. He'd get his payback, one day when he was least expecting it. . .
"Why am I debating that? I deserved it!" He said to himself as he turned off the water, "But then again, so did he." He decided to quit pestering himself about it.
With a renewed source of energy, he walked downstairs to the ground level towards the kitchen. To his surprise, Vegeta was already there. He stopped in the doorway.
"What are you doing here so early?" They asked each other at the same time.
Vegeta answered first, "I thought you knew I was an early riser. . . Although I always thought you slept in until lunchtime."
"Well, I sorta, I don't sleep until lunch!" He sounded like such an idiot. "I mean, I fell asleep yesterday afternoon and I woke up early this morning." He scratched the back of his head lamely.
"Oh," he said. There was an awkward silence as they both stood there. Trunks let out an exasperated sigh and slumped against the wall. His dad was waiting for an apology.
"Fine, I'm sorry I was such a jerk yesterday. I suppose I can go now?"
"I never said you had to apologize, and I never said you had to stay either."
He rolled his eyes in utter stupidity. "Well, you just had that look on your face like you were waiting for me to say something, and. . . well, I guess I did."
"Sometimes I think you and your mother talk just to hear yourselves," He shook his head and turned away.
"It runs in the family," He smiled, "I'm sure you've heard my grandma go on and on and on and on. . ."
"Too many times." Another silence followed.
"Well, am I allowed to come back to the sacred Gravity Chamber today?" He asked.
"I clearly remember you saying you didn't like training." He looked back at his son.
"I got carried away, I was just really mad at you." Trunks explained very bluntly.
"I could see that."
"I'll just be in my room for awhile." He turned around and headed right back to where he came from.
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A/N: How was that? I think I got sort of carried away on the whole conversation. I want to know if you think Trunks seems OOC. I hope this is ok. . . I got interrupted a bajillion times last night right when my mind was really set in "Write Mode". To hell with doing dishes! Hire a maid! Sorry, just had to say that. I'll be back with another chapter sometime soon hopefully. Please R&R again. Thanks a million ^_^
P.S: If anyone needs some music to express any sort of crap they happen to be going through, pick up some Staind. They rock. . .prolly number four on my list of favorite bands. Well, ttyl and ttfn.
