*Author's Note- I don't own DBZ or it's characters, duh.
I don't really know what time period this is; I guess when Trunks gets
older in GT. But I haven't seen any of GT yet; so don't yell at me or
anything if something's wrong. I just read a lot of Fan Fiction so.
[Picture him though as Mirai Trunks (cuz he's cuter)]
**Sooooo sorry everyone!! I wasn't getting anywhere when I was writing the previous story, so I decided to start again. This chapter is pretty much the same, except the end, so read it again!! Luv you all!**
~~***~~ = Changing persons ::word:: = he/she thinking ___________________________________
Ch.1 Talking Back with Chocolate Cake
He hit the bag as hard as he could, making it swing far back and almost into the wall. Trunks had been punching and kicking the same bag since four o' clock this morning and it had been at least 10 hours. He was hungry, but he didn't want to stop. Suddenly he heard a rip and frowned, watching all the sand flow out of the bag. Trunks kicked some sand causing dust to fly up in the air.
"Brat! What are you doing?" He heard his father yell.
Trunks quickly turned around and set his hands down. "Practicing."
"Practicing? All you've been doing is hitting that blasted bag all morning!"
"That's about as much as you've done, father." Trunks said defensively.
His father only grunted and then continued on with his training.
Trunks sighed and slowly walked out the door of the gravity room. He made his way into the house and put a hand to his growling stomach. 'I'm hungry'. He was about to run into the kitchen and rave the refrigerator when he saw his mother.
"Trunks! Don't go in there. You're stinky and sweaty!"
The young man turned around. "So?"
"SOO? Listen, buster, last time you went in there you left the kitchen smelling like a boys locker room for the whole day! Go clean yourself up and then you may eat."
"But mom.." Trunks whined.
Bulma simply waved her hand and turned around, going back to her work.
Trunks sped upstairs and took a shower, and then changed into some cleaner clothes. Looking in the mirror he smiled, you handsome thing. He laughed to himself and went back downstairs. He grabbed a bunch of things out of the refrigerator and gulped them down. Taking a seat he thought, now what am I going to do? Just then his father walked in and just like Trunks, he got the same lecture on not going into the kitchen. Trunks laughed at how such a proud sayjin prince could be reduced to practically nothing by a woman. Trunks promised himself that would never happen to him. He wouldn't let it. He would be the strongest in the universe, and one day he might even rule it, but he would be nothing like his father. What he didn't realize, however, was he was already turning into him.
Vegeta walked into the kitchen and just about tore the refrigerator door off. "What happened to the chocolate cake?"
Trunks smirked, "I ate it."
His father turned around and glared at his son. "You ate my chocolate cake?"
Trunks licked his lips as he spoke. "Yep, and it was reeeeeal good."
"Woman!" Vegeta yelled.
Bulma came racing in. "What is it honey?"
"Did you know that your brat ate my cake?"
She rolled her eyes. "Oh no, what are we going to do?" She said sarcastically.
"We aren't going to do anything. You're going to make me another cake."
She put her hands on her hips and smiled. "But I thought you said I can't cook."
Vegeta nodded. "Oh yeah." He paused and then looked up. "SOMEBODY MAKE ME CHOCOLATE CAKE BEFORE I BLAST THIS PLACE INTO OBLIVIAN!" He yelled. With that, three maids came rushing in and started immediately on their project.
"Dad, it's only cake!"
The say-jin prince folded his arms together and turned around to face his son. "You know nothing."
Trunks rolled his eyes and stood up. "And I learn everything from you."
Vegeta glared at the purple haired boy and slowly walked up to him. He punched him in the stomach hard, making Trunks double over slightly. "Don't ever talk back to me like that."
Bulma walked up to her husband and slapped him on the back of his head. "Don't ever punch my son unless you're training, got it?"
He simply looked over at her and pushed her away. "Your son, right."
She flung her arms in the air, "Vegeta! Why do you act like that towards him?"
"Woman, shut up! He is the son of a Sayjin Prince!"
"So what! Why can't your just treat him like a son and not a soldier?"
Vegeta responded annoyingly, "Because he is no regular boy so I will not treat him as such. That's how a Sayjin is punished." He glared at Trunks and pointed at his chest. "And that is exactly what you are." With that Vegeta stormed out of the kitchen.
Bulma grunted as he disappeared behind the door and then walked up and stroked her son's face. "Are you okay, sweetie?"
Trunks rubbed his stomach and nodded, trying not to show the tears that so desperately wanted to escape his hurt eyes. He wasn't allowed to cry, his dad made sure he understood that.
He walked up to his room and sat on his bed. My father's so stupid. Why does he always have to be like this? Why can't he be like normal dads? Oh yeah, he's a Sayjin prince, I forgot. Ha. Prince or not, it doesn't matter. I'm not going to take this anymore. Trunks stormed out his bedroom and ran to the gravity room. He opened the door and marched in. Vegeta looked at him and his eyes narrowed.
"What are you doing here? I didn't say you could come back in!" Vegeta growled.
Trunks folded his arms together. "Since when did I need your permission?"
Vegeta put his hands down to his sides and walked up to his son. "Since you were the brat and I was the prince."
"Stop calling me that."
"What? Brat? You deserve it!"
Trunks grunted. "If I deserve brat, then you don't deserve Prince."
Vegeta once again punched Trunks in his abdomen. Trunks didn't budge. Vegeta punched him once more and then kneed him hard. Trunks stood with all his might trying not to move, even though his body ached for him to lean over.
His father laughed, "Trying to be a man, huh? You'll never be anything like me." His father said coldly.
Trunks slammed his fist into his father's stomach and growled, "I never would want to. That would be the worst thing that could happen to me, to be anything like you." He then went to hit him again, but his father stopped his punch and glared into his eyes.
"You have no idea and never will. You're a spoiled brat and I let you get away with way too much." Vegeta paused and tightened his grip on his son's fist, making Trunks cringe. "Now leave before I do some real damage."
Trunks eyes narrowed. "You already did." With that he slammed the door open and flew into the sky. He could hear his father yell, "If you ever come back. I'll kill you!!" behind him as he left.
As he soared through the gray clouds, Trunks replayed the scenes from earlier over and over in his head. This kind of thing always happened, he just never talked back. Trunks wasn't sure if he was happy he did or not. But his dad could get him so mad. The young sayjin was always trying to live up to his father's expectations, but he seemed to never reach anything to make his father happy. ::Stupid man, he's the one who will never understand. It's my turn for revenge..::
The wind swept through Trunks hair as he flew high above the ground. His Saiyan ears perked up at an ear splitting cry. He scanned the area below him, quickly descending.
"Help!!!!" someone yelled. agony
"Let go!!" A young woman cried. An older man had his arm around her waist as the other was searching through her purse. "Give me back my things, or else..." "Or else what, little lady?" Trunks landed between the two men, their eyes widening. He raised an eyebrow, "What are you doing?" The man holding the girl let out a stupid laugh. "Why. what are you gonna do about it?"
Trunks gave the famous Vegeta grin, "Give you two choices." He stopped and moved back so he could see both idiots. "Let the girl go. and I'll let you go. Refuse and I get to beat the living daylights out of the two of you."
The two men looked at each other and smiled. "Ok... we'll play along..." The older man shoved the girl away and quickly took out his gun, the second man threw the purse down and did the same. "Looks like we'll have fun, eh Harry?"
"Sure will, Darren." With that he brought up his revolver and pointed it at the middle of Trunks' head, his voice turning sarcastic, "Ready, aim......... FIRE!!"
**AGH!! What will happen? Will Trunks get mutilated? *Deep Narrator Voice* Stay tuned for the next episode, er. Chapter of "All because of You"!
Hoped ya liked it!! Please REVIEW!!**
**Sooooo sorry everyone!! I wasn't getting anywhere when I was writing the previous story, so I decided to start again. This chapter is pretty much the same, except the end, so read it again!! Luv you all!**
~~***~~ = Changing persons ::word:: = he/she thinking ___________________________________
Ch.1 Talking Back with Chocolate Cake
He hit the bag as hard as he could, making it swing far back and almost into the wall. Trunks had been punching and kicking the same bag since four o' clock this morning and it had been at least 10 hours. He was hungry, but he didn't want to stop. Suddenly he heard a rip and frowned, watching all the sand flow out of the bag. Trunks kicked some sand causing dust to fly up in the air.
"Brat! What are you doing?" He heard his father yell.
Trunks quickly turned around and set his hands down. "Practicing."
"Practicing? All you've been doing is hitting that blasted bag all morning!"
"That's about as much as you've done, father." Trunks said defensively.
His father only grunted and then continued on with his training.
Trunks sighed and slowly walked out the door of the gravity room. He made his way into the house and put a hand to his growling stomach. 'I'm hungry'. He was about to run into the kitchen and rave the refrigerator when he saw his mother.
"Trunks! Don't go in there. You're stinky and sweaty!"
The young man turned around. "So?"
"SOO? Listen, buster, last time you went in there you left the kitchen smelling like a boys locker room for the whole day! Go clean yourself up and then you may eat."
"But mom.." Trunks whined.
Bulma simply waved her hand and turned around, going back to her work.
Trunks sped upstairs and took a shower, and then changed into some cleaner clothes. Looking in the mirror he smiled, you handsome thing. He laughed to himself and went back downstairs. He grabbed a bunch of things out of the refrigerator and gulped them down. Taking a seat he thought, now what am I going to do? Just then his father walked in and just like Trunks, he got the same lecture on not going into the kitchen. Trunks laughed at how such a proud sayjin prince could be reduced to practically nothing by a woman. Trunks promised himself that would never happen to him. He wouldn't let it. He would be the strongest in the universe, and one day he might even rule it, but he would be nothing like his father. What he didn't realize, however, was he was already turning into him.
Vegeta walked into the kitchen and just about tore the refrigerator door off. "What happened to the chocolate cake?"
Trunks smirked, "I ate it."
His father turned around and glared at his son. "You ate my chocolate cake?"
Trunks licked his lips as he spoke. "Yep, and it was reeeeeal good."
"Woman!" Vegeta yelled.
Bulma came racing in. "What is it honey?"
"Did you know that your brat ate my cake?"
She rolled her eyes. "Oh no, what are we going to do?" She said sarcastically.
"We aren't going to do anything. You're going to make me another cake."
She put her hands on her hips and smiled. "But I thought you said I can't cook."
Vegeta nodded. "Oh yeah." He paused and then looked up. "SOMEBODY MAKE ME CHOCOLATE CAKE BEFORE I BLAST THIS PLACE INTO OBLIVIAN!" He yelled. With that, three maids came rushing in and started immediately on their project.
"Dad, it's only cake!"
The say-jin prince folded his arms together and turned around to face his son. "You know nothing."
Trunks rolled his eyes and stood up. "And I learn everything from you."
Vegeta glared at the purple haired boy and slowly walked up to him. He punched him in the stomach hard, making Trunks double over slightly. "Don't ever talk back to me like that."
Bulma walked up to her husband and slapped him on the back of his head. "Don't ever punch my son unless you're training, got it?"
He simply looked over at her and pushed her away. "Your son, right."
She flung her arms in the air, "Vegeta! Why do you act like that towards him?"
"Woman, shut up! He is the son of a Sayjin Prince!"
"So what! Why can't your just treat him like a son and not a soldier?"
Vegeta responded annoyingly, "Because he is no regular boy so I will not treat him as such. That's how a Sayjin is punished." He glared at Trunks and pointed at his chest. "And that is exactly what you are." With that Vegeta stormed out of the kitchen.
Bulma grunted as he disappeared behind the door and then walked up and stroked her son's face. "Are you okay, sweetie?"
Trunks rubbed his stomach and nodded, trying not to show the tears that so desperately wanted to escape his hurt eyes. He wasn't allowed to cry, his dad made sure he understood that.
He walked up to his room and sat on his bed. My father's so stupid. Why does he always have to be like this? Why can't he be like normal dads? Oh yeah, he's a Sayjin prince, I forgot. Ha. Prince or not, it doesn't matter. I'm not going to take this anymore. Trunks stormed out his bedroom and ran to the gravity room. He opened the door and marched in. Vegeta looked at him and his eyes narrowed.
"What are you doing here? I didn't say you could come back in!" Vegeta growled.
Trunks folded his arms together. "Since when did I need your permission?"
Vegeta put his hands down to his sides and walked up to his son. "Since you were the brat and I was the prince."
"Stop calling me that."
"What? Brat? You deserve it!"
Trunks grunted. "If I deserve brat, then you don't deserve Prince."
Vegeta once again punched Trunks in his abdomen. Trunks didn't budge. Vegeta punched him once more and then kneed him hard. Trunks stood with all his might trying not to move, even though his body ached for him to lean over.
His father laughed, "Trying to be a man, huh? You'll never be anything like me." His father said coldly.
Trunks slammed his fist into his father's stomach and growled, "I never would want to. That would be the worst thing that could happen to me, to be anything like you." He then went to hit him again, but his father stopped his punch and glared into his eyes.
"You have no idea and never will. You're a spoiled brat and I let you get away with way too much." Vegeta paused and tightened his grip on his son's fist, making Trunks cringe. "Now leave before I do some real damage."
Trunks eyes narrowed. "You already did." With that he slammed the door open and flew into the sky. He could hear his father yell, "If you ever come back. I'll kill you!!" behind him as he left.
As he soared through the gray clouds, Trunks replayed the scenes from earlier over and over in his head. This kind of thing always happened, he just never talked back. Trunks wasn't sure if he was happy he did or not. But his dad could get him so mad. The young sayjin was always trying to live up to his father's expectations, but he seemed to never reach anything to make his father happy. ::Stupid man, he's the one who will never understand. It's my turn for revenge..::
The wind swept through Trunks hair as he flew high above the ground. His Saiyan ears perked up at an ear splitting cry. He scanned the area below him, quickly descending.
"Help!!!!" someone yelled. agony
"Let go!!" A young woman cried. An older man had his arm around her waist as the other was searching through her purse. "Give me back my things, or else..." "Or else what, little lady?" Trunks landed between the two men, their eyes widening. He raised an eyebrow, "What are you doing?" The man holding the girl let out a stupid laugh. "Why. what are you gonna do about it?"
Trunks gave the famous Vegeta grin, "Give you two choices." He stopped and moved back so he could see both idiots. "Let the girl go. and I'll let you go. Refuse and I get to beat the living daylights out of the two of you."
The two men looked at each other and smiled. "Ok... we'll play along..." The older man shoved the girl away and quickly took out his gun, the second man threw the purse down and did the same. "Looks like we'll have fun, eh Harry?"
"Sure will, Darren." With that he brought up his revolver and pointed it at the middle of Trunks' head, his voice turning sarcastic, "Ready, aim......... FIRE!!"
**AGH!! What will happen? Will Trunks get mutilated? *Deep Narrator Voice* Stay tuned for the next episode, er. Chapter of "All because of You"!
Hoped ya liked it!! Please REVIEW!!**