Brothers
By Gozilla
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Disclaimer: I don't own anything and I don't have anything. So don't sue me!
Please excuse my poor English. ^-^
Reviews are most welcomed!!
Enjoy!!
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Hi there! It is going to be a Trunks-centered AU story (both the Future Trunks and the Present Trunks ^-^).
I have been watching the series up to the first part of DBGT (the tournament held by Mr. Satan was finished). So I only have a slight idea of the characteristics of the Present Trunks. Also, as I have no idea about the storyline about the older Present Trunks, the ending of this story will definitely be very different from the original story. So please bear with me. ^-^
Note: For simplicity, I will refer the Future Trunks as "Trunks" and the Present Trunks as "Little Trunks".
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*crap* - thoughts
"crap" - conversation
(crap) - author's note
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Chapter 1 - The Return
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~In the past timeline~
~Present~
A stranger, who was wearing a torn, old leather ankle-length robe, with a piece of cloth loosely wrapped around his face, only revealing his eyes, stood in front of the 12 years old Little Trunks.
The stranger looked straight into the bright blue eyes of Little Trunks. To his astonishment, Little Trunks found that he was looking at the very identical eyes of his own...
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~Seven years ago~
~Inside the Briefs' mansion~
"Trunks!!" a blue-hair woman yelled angrily, "Would you please behave yourself? How many times I have to tell you not to trick people? It isn't funny at all!"
The five years old Little Trunks simply ignored the yelling of his mother. He stuck his tongue out and made a funny face to his mother before charging out of the living room.
"Vegeta!" Bulma turned and started yelling at a man with spiky black hair, who stood in a corner of the living room watching the whole incidence with cold, unconcerned eyes, "Stop just stand there and watch as if it is none of your business! Would you please help to restrain your son? He is playing not-funny tricks on everyone around him, destroying everything as he pleases, and he is not listening to anyone!! He is driving me crazy!!"
"Chi." Vegeta spat in annoyance, "Why do I have to care about that little brat's manner? I just have to train him to be the best worrier in the universe." He turned and left the living room, leaving the frustrated Bulma alone in the room.
"Aaaarrrggghhhhh... I hate these Saiya people!" Bulma groaned waving her fists in the air in frustration.
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~On the way to the Gravity training chamber~
Vegeta walked silently on the way to his routine training for the day. Faint trace of anger still lingered inside his eyes, *Why the hell I should get involved in teaching the brat about those stupid earthling manners? I am the prince of the great Saiya tribe. That woman should be glad that I didn't kill that arrogant brat! He knew no respect to his superior! I should give him a good lesson on how to respect me, his superior and father, today.* he thought as he started searching for his son's ki.
He located his son, who was in the backyard of the mansion, and walked towards his son's direction, with plans in his mind how to 'teach' his son during the training session.
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~Inside the living room~
With her anger slowly fading away, exhaustion overwhelmed Bulma. *Little Trunks has always been difficult to teach.* Bulma sighed as she leaned on the windowsill of one of the windows in the living room, staring at the scene outside.
*Little Trunks has surely inherited all the strong aspects of both me and Vegeta. This kid is very smart like me... too smart sometimes. Yet, he is very powerful and has a wild mind like his father. He is only five now and he is already totally out of control. How am I supposed to teach him as he grow older?" she thought as she lowered her head, defeated.
A familiar figure suddenly appeared in Bulma's mind from all the old memories. "Trunks..." she murmured under her breath as she saw in her mind the figure of a handsome, polite, gentle, strong, and sometimes, shy, youth who left their world around five years ago after the defeat of Cell.
"I wonder how my future-self could have taught the child to be such a nice person. I wish I could have the time machine so that I can travel through time and ask for her advices..." she whispered, half-day dreaming.
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~Inside the gravity training chamber~
"Get up! You lazy brat!" Vegeta yelled at the little boy lying on the floor, "It is just 20G! How can you get tired so soon?"
"But dad," said the little boy, through tearful eyes, "I am really tired. Can we stop for today?"
"No crying!" yelled Vegeta, "Crying is for the weaklings! Your progress is far too slow! Get up! You are not finished with training until I say so!"
"But dad," said little Trunks, "I am strong. I can defeat Goten within a few minutes with ease. I am not weak."
"How can you compare yourself to that son of such a low-class worrier?" Vegeta was close to explosion, "Get up!"
"Noooo...." tears started rolling down the cheeks of Little Trunks, screaming and waving hands and feet in the air, "I don't want to train! I am tired! I want mommy!!!"
The high pitch scream was killing Vegeta's sensitive ears. He tried to pretend that it was nothing. But as the boy increased his volume, it became simply unbearable.
"Fine!" yelled Vegeta angrily through the boy's scream, "You want to be a weakling? Be one! I don't care if you get yourself killed by another weakling just because you are too lazy to train!" He turned and switch off the gravity machine before leaving the chamber.
Little Trunks stopped crying and screaming. A victorious smile appeared on his face and he stuck his tongue out towards the back of his father.
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~Outside the gravity training chamber~
Vegeta was still burning with anger of his defeat, mentally, by his own five-years old son when he felt a slight shake of the ground, as if something heavy had just landed in the backyard.
"What the..." Vegeta murmured before he sensed the appearance of a very familiar ki, out of thin air, in the backyard. "It can't be... Trunks?" he murmured as he charged to the origin of the ki at his top speed.
Vegeta arrived at the backyard just in time to see the last of the dust cloud caused by the landing of the huge vehicle faded away. The cover of the time machine opened slowly, a familiar face appeared in front of the Saiya prince.
A young man jumped down from the pilot seat of the vehicle, carrying a small child with short sea-blue soft hair, in his arm. The child held tightly to the young man, looking around curiously.
"Tousan." came deep voice. The young man stood in front of Vegeta, with a warm smile, yet showing a trace of hidden loneliness and bitterness, on his face, "How are you?"
Vegeta looked at the young man, very surprised and did not know what to say. Although the Saiya prince would never admit it, he actually felt almost... happy... to see the person standing in front of him.
"What is going on here?!" a female voice yelled around the corner, "Vegeta! Little Trunks! Did you guys break something again..." Bulma was too shocked to complete the sentence when she finally saw the young man, the small child, and the vehicle.
"Kaasan." the young man turned to Bulma and said gently, his smile widened, "So nice to see you again. How are you doing?"
"TRUNKS!!!!" Bulma shouted at the top of her voice, "You are back!! Welcome back!! It has been almost five years since you left, right? What took you so long? I miss you so much!" said Bulma as she rushed towards her 'older' son and hugged him tightly around his neck.
Trunks blushed heavily and hugged back his mum, "I am sorry, kaasan. There was a minor accident when I return to the future timeline. It took me a few years before I could fix the problem and refuel the time machine."
"It's OK." Bulma said as she released the young man from her embrace. She finally noticed the small child he was holding, "Who... is he... Is he your..." she asked hesitantly.
"Yes, kaasan." Trunks smiled, slightly blushed, "This is Vegeta-chan, or V- chan as I call him, he is your grandson. He is almost four years old now. I named him after tousan." he said as he looked over to his father, who was standing with his arms-crossed nearby.
"He is so adorable." Bulma's eyes brightened with happiness, "So when did you get married? And where is your wife?" she gently took the child from her 'older' son's arms and held him in hers. The child showed no sign of being scared and looked at his grandmother curiously.
"I and Yuki got married about one year after I returned to the future." Trunks said, sadness filled his bright blue eyes, "She died when giving birth to V-chan. She would have made it if she was in this timeline. After years of destruction, the medical supplies in my timeline are extremely scarced."
Bulma's felt sympathy to her 'older' son. He was always so lonely.
"Dad?" the child, turning to look at his father, "Who is she?"
"V-chan, she is your grandmother." Trunks smiled and pointed to Vegeta, "And he is your grandfather."
The child tiled his head in confusion, "But you told me that grandfather and grandmother were dead."
Bulma was shocked at the child's words, "Trunks, what happened to your mother?"
Trunks looked at the eyes of Bulma, another wave of sadness filled his bright blue eyes, "She passed away one night about six months after I have returned. There was no sign of sickness or anything. She just left one night in her sleep. I guess it may be due to years of hardship and exhaustion she had suffered." A bitter smile appeared on his face, "At least I am glad that she left peacefully without any pain or suffering."
Bulma looked at her 'older' son, sensing the pain and loneliness embedded deep inside his heart behind the mask of strong. She gently hugged him again, a hand stroking his back, "It's alright. I am sure she went in peace and with satisfaction, knowing that you will be doing fine without her."
"Mum, who is he?" came a child's voice. Little Trunks had also sensed the presence of a powerful person who he had no memory of. He was surprised to see his mum acting so passionately towards the stranger.
"Um, well... It is quite difficult to explain." Bulma hesitated, not sure if she should explain the whole incidence to the five-years-old Trunks, which could take days to do so.
"Hi there." Trunks stepped towards his younger-self, looking at the identical eyes of his, smiling, "You must be Trunks, right? I am a distance cousin of yours and I am also called Trunks." he pointed to the small child in his mother's arm, "And he is V-chan, my son. Nice to meet you." he said as he held out a hand to little Trunks.
Little Trunks looked at the young man and the hand offered to him with some hesitation. Somehow, his instincts told him that this young man standing in front of him would do him no harm. Hesitantly, he shook the young man's hand, "Hi. How come dad and mum never mentioned anything about you?"
"I guess they must be very occupied by their work." Trunks replied as he made a brief glimpse at his father, who was looking at the two Trunks and turned away once their eyes met.
Trunks kneeled down so that little Trunks could see his face in the same level, "Besides, we rarely meet as I live very far away from here. That's why we have never met before."
Little Trunks looked at the young man, despite of the many doubtful points in the explanation, surprisingly, he didn't feel like asking difficult, if not embarrassing, questions as he would normally do. Instead, he became very interested in the youth, who gave him an exceptional feeling of comfort.
"Hey, Trunks, V-chan, do you want to see the latest video game I have just got? Grandpa has just developed it and it is not yet available in the market! And it is fun!" Little Trunks asked excitedly.
"Sure." Trunks said as he nodded to Bulma and Vegeta to excuse him. V-chan jumped off his grandmother's arm and ran to his father, holding his hand.
Little Trunks continued, "Trunks, can I call you oniisan? It is kind of weird to call you with my own name."
"Of course." said Trunks as the three walked into the mansion.
"This is strange." Bulma murmured, "Little Trunks usually hates to share things with the others, not even with Goten. He voluntarily invite Trunks and V-chan to play with him?"
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~Around mid-night~
~Inside the dark living room~
Vegeta stood by the window, staring at the night scene of the city.
"Mum's asleep, right?" came a deep voice from the other end of the living room.
"Hn." was Vegeta's reply, without looking at the visitor.
"She must be tired after having prepared so much food and the room for me and V-chan." the purple-hair young man walked slowly towards the Saiya prince. He looked out of the window as he stood beside Vegeta, "Little Trunks and V-chan are sleeping too. They get along very well and they are so energetic. I can't remember myself being having so much energy when I was small."
Vegeta said nothing.
Trunks, knowing his father well enough, took that silence as a permission to go on, continued, "Just two days before mum's pass away, she talked exceptionally more than usual, as if she knew she was about to leave me."
Vegeta half-turned to his son, a little surprised of the sudden change of subject.
"She talked a lot about you." Trunks kept looking out of the window, his voice calm and sad, "More than she had ever told me in the last twenty years. She loved you. She had been missing you badly in the last twenty years. She wanted to give me her memories about you before she leaves."
No response.
Trunks lowered his head, "I know mum was too strong to admit it, but I am sure she really wanted to tell you how much she loved you. Perhaps this is what she wanted me to do. To make sure that you would know this and her past-self would not have to regret for the rest of her life for not able to tell you this."
"She also told me that there is no shame to express one's love towards the others." Trunks slowly turned and looked at his father, who was still looking out of the window, "Dad, I am not sure, and I don't care, if you like it or not. But I just want to tell you that I love you."
A ripple spread across the long-stilled emotions of the Saiya prince. But nothing was shown on his icy-cold face.
Silently, Trunks started walking towards the room Bulma had prepared for him, leaving his father alone in the darkness.
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End of Chapter 1
Hope you enjoyed the chapter. There will be more actions coming in the next chapter. So stay tuned. ^-^
Please feel free to review and comment! Thanks!!
By Gozilla
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Disclaimer: I don't own anything and I don't have anything. So don't sue me!
Please excuse my poor English. ^-^
Reviews are most welcomed!!
Enjoy!!
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Hi there! It is going to be a Trunks-centered AU story (both the Future Trunks and the Present Trunks ^-^).
I have been watching the series up to the first part of DBGT (the tournament held by Mr. Satan was finished). So I only have a slight idea of the characteristics of the Present Trunks. Also, as I have no idea about the storyline about the older Present Trunks, the ending of this story will definitely be very different from the original story. So please bear with me. ^-^
Note: For simplicity, I will refer the Future Trunks as "Trunks" and the Present Trunks as "Little Trunks".
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*crap* - thoughts
"crap" - conversation
(crap) - author's note
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Chapter 1 - The Return
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~In the past timeline~
~Present~
A stranger, who was wearing a torn, old leather ankle-length robe, with a piece of cloth loosely wrapped around his face, only revealing his eyes, stood in front of the 12 years old Little Trunks.
The stranger looked straight into the bright blue eyes of Little Trunks. To his astonishment, Little Trunks found that he was looking at the very identical eyes of his own...
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~Seven years ago~
~Inside the Briefs' mansion~
"Trunks!!" a blue-hair woman yelled angrily, "Would you please behave yourself? How many times I have to tell you not to trick people? It isn't funny at all!"
The five years old Little Trunks simply ignored the yelling of his mother. He stuck his tongue out and made a funny face to his mother before charging out of the living room.
"Vegeta!" Bulma turned and started yelling at a man with spiky black hair, who stood in a corner of the living room watching the whole incidence with cold, unconcerned eyes, "Stop just stand there and watch as if it is none of your business! Would you please help to restrain your son? He is playing not-funny tricks on everyone around him, destroying everything as he pleases, and he is not listening to anyone!! He is driving me crazy!!"
"Chi." Vegeta spat in annoyance, "Why do I have to care about that little brat's manner? I just have to train him to be the best worrier in the universe." He turned and left the living room, leaving the frustrated Bulma alone in the room.
"Aaaarrrggghhhhh... I hate these Saiya people!" Bulma groaned waving her fists in the air in frustration.
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~On the way to the Gravity training chamber~
Vegeta walked silently on the way to his routine training for the day. Faint trace of anger still lingered inside his eyes, *Why the hell I should get involved in teaching the brat about those stupid earthling manners? I am the prince of the great Saiya tribe. That woman should be glad that I didn't kill that arrogant brat! He knew no respect to his superior! I should give him a good lesson on how to respect me, his superior and father, today.* he thought as he started searching for his son's ki.
He located his son, who was in the backyard of the mansion, and walked towards his son's direction, with plans in his mind how to 'teach' his son during the training session.
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~Inside the living room~
With her anger slowly fading away, exhaustion overwhelmed Bulma. *Little Trunks has always been difficult to teach.* Bulma sighed as she leaned on the windowsill of one of the windows in the living room, staring at the scene outside.
*Little Trunks has surely inherited all the strong aspects of both me and Vegeta. This kid is very smart like me... too smart sometimes. Yet, he is very powerful and has a wild mind like his father. He is only five now and he is already totally out of control. How am I supposed to teach him as he grow older?" she thought as she lowered her head, defeated.
A familiar figure suddenly appeared in Bulma's mind from all the old memories. "Trunks..." she murmured under her breath as she saw in her mind the figure of a handsome, polite, gentle, strong, and sometimes, shy, youth who left their world around five years ago after the defeat of Cell.
"I wonder how my future-self could have taught the child to be such a nice person. I wish I could have the time machine so that I can travel through time and ask for her advices..." she whispered, half-day dreaming.
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~Inside the gravity training chamber~
"Get up! You lazy brat!" Vegeta yelled at the little boy lying on the floor, "It is just 20G! How can you get tired so soon?"
"But dad," said the little boy, through tearful eyes, "I am really tired. Can we stop for today?"
"No crying!" yelled Vegeta, "Crying is for the weaklings! Your progress is far too slow! Get up! You are not finished with training until I say so!"
"But dad," said little Trunks, "I am strong. I can defeat Goten within a few minutes with ease. I am not weak."
"How can you compare yourself to that son of such a low-class worrier?" Vegeta was close to explosion, "Get up!"
"Noooo...." tears started rolling down the cheeks of Little Trunks, screaming and waving hands and feet in the air, "I don't want to train! I am tired! I want mommy!!!"
The high pitch scream was killing Vegeta's sensitive ears. He tried to pretend that it was nothing. But as the boy increased his volume, it became simply unbearable.
"Fine!" yelled Vegeta angrily through the boy's scream, "You want to be a weakling? Be one! I don't care if you get yourself killed by another weakling just because you are too lazy to train!" He turned and switch off the gravity machine before leaving the chamber.
Little Trunks stopped crying and screaming. A victorious smile appeared on his face and he stuck his tongue out towards the back of his father.
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~Outside the gravity training chamber~
Vegeta was still burning with anger of his defeat, mentally, by his own five-years old son when he felt a slight shake of the ground, as if something heavy had just landed in the backyard.
"What the..." Vegeta murmured before he sensed the appearance of a very familiar ki, out of thin air, in the backyard. "It can't be... Trunks?" he murmured as he charged to the origin of the ki at his top speed.
Vegeta arrived at the backyard just in time to see the last of the dust cloud caused by the landing of the huge vehicle faded away. The cover of the time machine opened slowly, a familiar face appeared in front of the Saiya prince.
A young man jumped down from the pilot seat of the vehicle, carrying a small child with short sea-blue soft hair, in his arm. The child held tightly to the young man, looking around curiously.
"Tousan." came deep voice. The young man stood in front of Vegeta, with a warm smile, yet showing a trace of hidden loneliness and bitterness, on his face, "How are you?"
Vegeta looked at the young man, very surprised and did not know what to say. Although the Saiya prince would never admit it, he actually felt almost... happy... to see the person standing in front of him.
"What is going on here?!" a female voice yelled around the corner, "Vegeta! Little Trunks! Did you guys break something again..." Bulma was too shocked to complete the sentence when she finally saw the young man, the small child, and the vehicle.
"Kaasan." the young man turned to Bulma and said gently, his smile widened, "So nice to see you again. How are you doing?"
"TRUNKS!!!!" Bulma shouted at the top of her voice, "You are back!! Welcome back!! It has been almost five years since you left, right? What took you so long? I miss you so much!" said Bulma as she rushed towards her 'older' son and hugged him tightly around his neck.
Trunks blushed heavily and hugged back his mum, "I am sorry, kaasan. There was a minor accident when I return to the future timeline. It took me a few years before I could fix the problem and refuel the time machine."
"It's OK." Bulma said as she released the young man from her embrace. She finally noticed the small child he was holding, "Who... is he... Is he your..." she asked hesitantly.
"Yes, kaasan." Trunks smiled, slightly blushed, "This is Vegeta-chan, or V- chan as I call him, he is your grandson. He is almost four years old now. I named him after tousan." he said as he looked over to his father, who was standing with his arms-crossed nearby.
"He is so adorable." Bulma's eyes brightened with happiness, "So when did you get married? And where is your wife?" she gently took the child from her 'older' son's arms and held him in hers. The child showed no sign of being scared and looked at his grandmother curiously.
"I and Yuki got married about one year after I returned to the future." Trunks said, sadness filled his bright blue eyes, "She died when giving birth to V-chan. She would have made it if she was in this timeline. After years of destruction, the medical supplies in my timeline are extremely scarced."
Bulma's felt sympathy to her 'older' son. He was always so lonely.
"Dad?" the child, turning to look at his father, "Who is she?"
"V-chan, she is your grandmother." Trunks smiled and pointed to Vegeta, "And he is your grandfather."
The child tiled his head in confusion, "But you told me that grandfather and grandmother were dead."
Bulma was shocked at the child's words, "Trunks, what happened to your mother?"
Trunks looked at the eyes of Bulma, another wave of sadness filled his bright blue eyes, "She passed away one night about six months after I have returned. There was no sign of sickness or anything. She just left one night in her sleep. I guess it may be due to years of hardship and exhaustion she had suffered." A bitter smile appeared on his face, "At least I am glad that she left peacefully without any pain or suffering."
Bulma looked at her 'older' son, sensing the pain and loneliness embedded deep inside his heart behind the mask of strong. She gently hugged him again, a hand stroking his back, "It's alright. I am sure she went in peace and with satisfaction, knowing that you will be doing fine without her."
"Mum, who is he?" came a child's voice. Little Trunks had also sensed the presence of a powerful person who he had no memory of. He was surprised to see his mum acting so passionately towards the stranger.
"Um, well... It is quite difficult to explain." Bulma hesitated, not sure if she should explain the whole incidence to the five-years-old Trunks, which could take days to do so.
"Hi there." Trunks stepped towards his younger-self, looking at the identical eyes of his, smiling, "You must be Trunks, right? I am a distance cousin of yours and I am also called Trunks." he pointed to the small child in his mother's arm, "And he is V-chan, my son. Nice to meet you." he said as he held out a hand to little Trunks.
Little Trunks looked at the young man and the hand offered to him with some hesitation. Somehow, his instincts told him that this young man standing in front of him would do him no harm. Hesitantly, he shook the young man's hand, "Hi. How come dad and mum never mentioned anything about you?"
"I guess they must be very occupied by their work." Trunks replied as he made a brief glimpse at his father, who was looking at the two Trunks and turned away once their eyes met.
Trunks kneeled down so that little Trunks could see his face in the same level, "Besides, we rarely meet as I live very far away from here. That's why we have never met before."
Little Trunks looked at the young man, despite of the many doubtful points in the explanation, surprisingly, he didn't feel like asking difficult, if not embarrassing, questions as he would normally do. Instead, he became very interested in the youth, who gave him an exceptional feeling of comfort.
"Hey, Trunks, V-chan, do you want to see the latest video game I have just got? Grandpa has just developed it and it is not yet available in the market! And it is fun!" Little Trunks asked excitedly.
"Sure." Trunks said as he nodded to Bulma and Vegeta to excuse him. V-chan jumped off his grandmother's arm and ran to his father, holding his hand.
Little Trunks continued, "Trunks, can I call you oniisan? It is kind of weird to call you with my own name."
"Of course." said Trunks as the three walked into the mansion.
"This is strange." Bulma murmured, "Little Trunks usually hates to share things with the others, not even with Goten. He voluntarily invite Trunks and V-chan to play with him?"
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~Around mid-night~
~Inside the dark living room~
Vegeta stood by the window, staring at the night scene of the city.
"Mum's asleep, right?" came a deep voice from the other end of the living room.
"Hn." was Vegeta's reply, without looking at the visitor.
"She must be tired after having prepared so much food and the room for me and V-chan." the purple-hair young man walked slowly towards the Saiya prince. He looked out of the window as he stood beside Vegeta, "Little Trunks and V-chan are sleeping too. They get along very well and they are so energetic. I can't remember myself being having so much energy when I was small."
Vegeta said nothing.
Trunks, knowing his father well enough, took that silence as a permission to go on, continued, "Just two days before mum's pass away, she talked exceptionally more than usual, as if she knew she was about to leave me."
Vegeta half-turned to his son, a little surprised of the sudden change of subject.
"She talked a lot about you." Trunks kept looking out of the window, his voice calm and sad, "More than she had ever told me in the last twenty years. She loved you. She had been missing you badly in the last twenty years. She wanted to give me her memories about you before she leaves."
No response.
Trunks lowered his head, "I know mum was too strong to admit it, but I am sure she really wanted to tell you how much she loved you. Perhaps this is what she wanted me to do. To make sure that you would know this and her past-self would not have to regret for the rest of her life for not able to tell you this."
"She also told me that there is no shame to express one's love towards the others." Trunks slowly turned and looked at his father, who was still looking out of the window, "Dad, I am not sure, and I don't care, if you like it or not. But I just want to tell you that I love you."
A ripple spread across the long-stilled emotions of the Saiya prince. But nothing was shown on his icy-cold face.
Silently, Trunks started walking towards the room Bulma had prepared for him, leaving his father alone in the darkness.
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End of Chapter 1
Hope you enjoyed the chapter. There will be more actions coming in the next chapter. So stay tuned. ^-^
Please feel free to review and comment! Thanks!!