"A Passion Kind of Thing."
Disclaimer: -_-....-_-.....-_-...you really want me to say it? -_-....oh, fine! I DON't own DBZ....
A/n: Alright, people, sorry this one took so long. But I have a dysfunctional and in the summer, that means moving around between houses a lot, so I don't really have time to just sit down and write. But the summer rotation is over now folks and I'm back at the 'school year' house as my parents like to call it...ugh...anyway...this is the Father/Son fic with slight backround BV cuteness...slight....but to make up for the lack of ROMANCE in this one (Yes, NO INCEST in my fics) I'll do my best to pack loads and loads in the next chappie...mmkay? Enjoy!
Special thanks: To Battosai Yuriko and GohansChica for pointing out the painfully obvious to me. I feel quite stupid now..now that I think about it, I probably could have figured that out by myself if I really tried..heh...but thanks!
And....props to Shahrezad...for the killer comment on Sailor Moon! It's SOO true! Let's see...did her grandmother have pink hair.....maybe her grandfather...who knows...*sigh* Complicated...but we love it. For example, Yugi's hair...not probable, even though we know he gets it from his grandfather, but we love it anyway...or maybe it's just me...because I love Yugi...oh well...heh...
______________________________________________________________________________
Fifty....fifty one....fifty two....fifty three....
"Mmmm...."
Fifty six...fifty seven...fifty eight.....
"Otousan..."
Pause...sixty...sixty one...sixty two...sixty three....
"Otousan?"
Vegeta sighed, pushing himself off the weight of his arms, and turned towards the lavander haired boy a few feet away.
"Yes, Trunks?"
"Could I ask you a question?"
Vegeta sighed and rolled his eyes, strentching his arms out towards his son. Trunks skipped happily to his father's side. Vegeta had hardly been prepared when Trunks had turned five, even when Bulma had warned him. Trunks was curious about everyone and everything. Obviously, Vegeta wasn't going to get in any more training that day.
"Of course, Sai. What is it?"
Trunks twirled his hair around his finger, playing with the hem of his new shirt. He looked around the gravity chamber and sighed.
"Why won't Kaasan let me train with you?"
Vegeta was taken a little aback by this, and he stared at his young son for a moment or two, before smirking. Bulma has been insistent when she had stated that she didn't want Trunks training at such a young age. Vegeta argued that if he didn't start training now, it would be harder for him later, when he had the maturity to know and complain. Vegeta didn't want that. They had finally agreed on an age limit. When Trunks was six, he would be allowed to start his training.
"She didn't want you getting hurt, I suppose. Only one more year, Trunks."
"But why? Why wouldn't mommy want me to get hurt?"
Vegeta blinked. "Because she loves you."
"Oh!" Trunks said delightedly, as if he were suddenly extremely clever for coming up with such a response. "Of course, she tells me that all the time!"
Vegeta lowered his eyes, the air suddenly becoming uncomfortable as Trunks fixed his gaze on him expectantly. It had been a topic of discussion before....Not specifically with Trunks, but with Bulma. She understood, didn't push or prod. He didn't have to tell her he loved her, she already knew, and she knew why it was so hard for him to lay his heart into the open too often.
"But," She had said, stroking his cheek, trying desperatlely to make the rare pain that appeared in his eyes disappear. "When Trunks is old enough to understand the concept of love, he's going to ask you about it. He won't understand your past, Vegeta."
"Mommy says she loves me...."
"She does love you."
"D-do you?"
Vegeta looked up into his son's frightened eyes....so much like his mother's...that one day on Namek when they had first met. But this was a different kind of fright. His son wasn't scared of him, atleast he hoped he wasn't. No, Trunks was frightened of rejection, frightened of getting hurt.
"What?"
"Do you...love me, Daddy?"
Daddy...the word haunted him.
***
"Do...do you love me, Daddy?"
A harsh cold laugh.
"Love..." His father spat. "Is an emotion. Emotions are weakness. No Saiya-jin should have a weakness. Not one of real worth. Do you want to be like those third class peasants? They love son, they choose mates for feelings not for needs. They raise weak children by feeding them emotions. I will not have a petty for a son. Do you understand?"
"But...but Daddy..."
"You will not address me with such formalities. Sir, will do nicely. Father, if you must, but never Daddy...what a disgusting word...you disgust me...get out of my sight! Go find your pathetic mother, and look at her for worthless sympathies."
"But..I..love you, D-Sir..."
The king stuck his fist out, and before he could register he had been struck, Five year old Vegeta was being carried away by one of the servants. It was then...in the arms of his mother, who was gently cleaning the wound on his cheek, that he decided he would never let himself feel again.
***
Now, twenty eight years later [1], Vegeta looked down at his young son. Lifting a hand to his own face, he traced the spot where the mark had been. He could still feel the pain, slight as it was and nothing in comparison to what he had felt all his life, a line right under his right eye. He would remember it for the rest of his life. Trunks was looking at him curiously before, to Vegeta's shock, he reached his small hand up to Vegeta's face and traced the invisible mark that was left there. And suddenly, the pain was gone.
He stared at Trunks, his eyes wide, and let his imagination wander. First, he saw himself striking Trunks, something he would never do. Then, he saw someone else, some stranger, some cruel monster, hurting him...taking him away...his heart clenched, and he sighed.
"Yes..I do, Trunks."
Trunks smiled, his eyes dancing happily.
Vegeta smiled back.
______________________________________________________________________________
Awwwwwwwww. *sniff* So cute...well...not really...kind of sad...atleast I thought the part with his dad was.....anyways...
I'm sure most of you know:
Otousan means: Father in a formal, honourable kind of way.
Kaasan means: Mother in a formal, honourable kind of way.
Maybe you didn't know:
Sai: means My Son.
[1] I remember reading his actual age somewhere, by I forget...I apologize to anyone who does know his exact age, but I didn't think it mattered too, too much. I hope you don't either.
Disclaimer: -_-....-_-.....-_-...you really want me to say it? -_-....oh, fine! I DON't own DBZ....
A/n: Alright, people, sorry this one took so long. But I have a dysfunctional and in the summer, that means moving around between houses a lot, so I don't really have time to just sit down and write. But the summer rotation is over now folks and I'm back at the 'school year' house as my parents like to call it...ugh...anyway...this is the Father/Son fic with slight backround BV cuteness...slight....but to make up for the lack of ROMANCE in this one (Yes, NO INCEST in my fics) I'll do my best to pack loads and loads in the next chappie...mmkay? Enjoy!
Special thanks: To Battosai Yuriko and GohansChica for pointing out the painfully obvious to me. I feel quite stupid now..now that I think about it, I probably could have figured that out by myself if I really tried..heh...but thanks!
And....props to Shahrezad...for the killer comment on Sailor Moon! It's SOO true! Let's see...did her grandmother have pink hair.....maybe her grandfather...who knows...*sigh* Complicated...but we love it. For example, Yugi's hair...not probable, even though we know he gets it from his grandfather, but we love it anyway...or maybe it's just me...because I love Yugi...oh well...heh...
______________________________________________________________________________
Fifty....fifty one....fifty two....fifty three....
"Mmmm...."
Fifty six...fifty seven...fifty eight.....
"Otousan..."
Pause...sixty...sixty one...sixty two...sixty three....
"Otousan?"
Vegeta sighed, pushing himself off the weight of his arms, and turned towards the lavander haired boy a few feet away.
"Yes, Trunks?"
"Could I ask you a question?"
Vegeta sighed and rolled his eyes, strentching his arms out towards his son. Trunks skipped happily to his father's side. Vegeta had hardly been prepared when Trunks had turned five, even when Bulma had warned him. Trunks was curious about everyone and everything. Obviously, Vegeta wasn't going to get in any more training that day.
"Of course, Sai. What is it?"
Trunks twirled his hair around his finger, playing with the hem of his new shirt. He looked around the gravity chamber and sighed.
"Why won't Kaasan let me train with you?"
Vegeta was taken a little aback by this, and he stared at his young son for a moment or two, before smirking. Bulma has been insistent when she had stated that she didn't want Trunks training at such a young age. Vegeta argued that if he didn't start training now, it would be harder for him later, when he had the maturity to know and complain. Vegeta didn't want that. They had finally agreed on an age limit. When Trunks was six, he would be allowed to start his training.
"She didn't want you getting hurt, I suppose. Only one more year, Trunks."
"But why? Why wouldn't mommy want me to get hurt?"
Vegeta blinked. "Because she loves you."
"Oh!" Trunks said delightedly, as if he were suddenly extremely clever for coming up with such a response. "Of course, she tells me that all the time!"
Vegeta lowered his eyes, the air suddenly becoming uncomfortable as Trunks fixed his gaze on him expectantly. It had been a topic of discussion before....Not specifically with Trunks, but with Bulma. She understood, didn't push or prod. He didn't have to tell her he loved her, she already knew, and she knew why it was so hard for him to lay his heart into the open too often.
"But," She had said, stroking his cheek, trying desperatlely to make the rare pain that appeared in his eyes disappear. "When Trunks is old enough to understand the concept of love, he's going to ask you about it. He won't understand your past, Vegeta."
"Mommy says she loves me...."
"She does love you."
"D-do you?"
Vegeta looked up into his son's frightened eyes....so much like his mother's...that one day on Namek when they had first met. But this was a different kind of fright. His son wasn't scared of him, atleast he hoped he wasn't. No, Trunks was frightened of rejection, frightened of getting hurt.
"What?"
"Do you...love me, Daddy?"
Daddy...the word haunted him.
***
"Do...do you love me, Daddy?"
A harsh cold laugh.
"Love..." His father spat. "Is an emotion. Emotions are weakness. No Saiya-jin should have a weakness. Not one of real worth. Do you want to be like those third class peasants? They love son, they choose mates for feelings not for needs. They raise weak children by feeding them emotions. I will not have a petty for a son. Do you understand?"
"But...but Daddy..."
"You will not address me with such formalities. Sir, will do nicely. Father, if you must, but never Daddy...what a disgusting word...you disgust me...get out of my sight! Go find your pathetic mother, and look at her for worthless sympathies."
"But..I..love you, D-Sir..."
The king stuck his fist out, and before he could register he had been struck, Five year old Vegeta was being carried away by one of the servants. It was then...in the arms of his mother, who was gently cleaning the wound on his cheek, that he decided he would never let himself feel again.
***
Now, twenty eight years later [1], Vegeta looked down at his young son. Lifting a hand to his own face, he traced the spot where the mark had been. He could still feel the pain, slight as it was and nothing in comparison to what he had felt all his life, a line right under his right eye. He would remember it for the rest of his life. Trunks was looking at him curiously before, to Vegeta's shock, he reached his small hand up to Vegeta's face and traced the invisible mark that was left there. And suddenly, the pain was gone.
He stared at Trunks, his eyes wide, and let his imagination wander. First, he saw himself striking Trunks, something he would never do. Then, he saw someone else, some stranger, some cruel monster, hurting him...taking him away...his heart clenched, and he sighed.
"Yes..I do, Trunks."
Trunks smiled, his eyes dancing happily.
Vegeta smiled back.
______________________________________________________________________________
Awwwwwwwww. *sniff* So cute...well...not really...kind of sad...atleast I thought the part with his dad was.....anyways...
I'm sure most of you know:
Otousan means: Father in a formal, honourable kind of way.
Kaasan means: Mother in a formal, honourable kind of way.
Maybe you didn't know:
Sai: means My Son.
[1] I remember reading his actual age somewhere, by I forget...I apologize to anyone who does know his exact age, but I didn't think it mattered too, too much. I hope you don't either.