Too Bad
Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ.although if Vegeta were real he'd be mine, and if I had a record label I'd own 'Too Bad' by Nickelback!!!
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Fathers hands were lined with dirt
From long days in the field
And mothers hands are serving meals
In a cafe on Main Street
With mouths to feed
Just trying to keep clothing on our backs
And all I hear about is
How it's so bad, it's so bad
Trunks and Bra sat on the floor in Trunks room last one night watching TV. The volume was turned up all the way as to mute the sound of screaming and shouting from right above the room. Now-a-days Bulma and Vegeta were always making that kind of noise. Screaming, shouting, yelling, and the sound of things breaking as Bulma had a throwing fit wasn't that unusual. Trunks tried not to look at the ceiling as his fan shook. Bra's face was red from crying, but her eyes were planted solely on the TV screen. Trunks hated to see his little sister like this. She was usually so happy and bouncing up and down singing at the top of her lungs. But it was night now and they both couldn't get to sleep like most days during the past two months.
He looked into her face and saw an unbelievable sadness. Trunks knew what she was thinking. She had told him what she thought of the fights a few weeks after they began. She thought that mommy and daddy didn't love each other anymore; that she had done something wrong, and that daddy would leave. Trunks keep trying to tell her that they loved her very much and they just liked to fight about little things, but she wasn't convinced and frankly neither was he.
It's too bad, it's too bad
Too late, so wrong, so long
It's too bad that we had no time to rewind
Let's walk, let's talk
Let's talk
When Trunks woke up the next morning he was on the floor because Bra had fallen asleep on his bed. He quietly got dressed and packed his things for school before rousing Bra. As he walked into the hall from his room he purposely avoided the living room and went straight to the kitchen dad had taken to sleeping on the coach even though they house had 82 rooms and 60 of which were guest rooms. Trunks was troubled by his parents change in attitude almost as much as Bra but kept it a little better hidden. He knew that he had to be strong for Bra.
Just then little Bra sauntered into the room and sat at the table as Trunks started to make two extremely big bowls of cereal. As Trunks set down a bowl of cocoa puffs in front of Bra he thought back to the past. The fighting had started only 2 months ago but it seemed like 2 years. After Bra was born everything was starting to get back to normal. Bulma had gone back to president of Capsule Corp. and Vegeta had resumed his earlier training regiment. Things actually improved after that. Vegeta and Bra had a tight bond and he seemed to realize that he didn't have the same thing with Trunks, so he started spending more time with him. Whither it was in the gravity room or driving them to school you could defiantly tell that he was making an effort.
You left without saying goodbye
Although I'm sure you tried
You call the house from time to time
To make sure we're alive
But you weren't there
Right when I needed you the most
And now I dream about it
How it's so bad, it's so bad
After Trunks took Bra to elementary school he drove to Orange Star High School and parked his car in the student parking lot. The only reason that he bothered to go to school anymore was the time away from the fighting was good for him. Other than that it was like he wasn't even at school anymore. His grades had started slipping and he hadn't told his parents yet. He actually didn't plan to. His teachers had also noticed his change in attitude and all6 of them had called a parent teacher conference, but being the son of a rich well-to-do family always had it's advantages. He just told them that his mom was on a business trip or was very busy with all her work and would make plans to be there next time. He had really never lied before but he couldn't bring himself to talk to his parents.
When he got home after school he could hear his parents already at it again. It was only the afternoon. He and Bra liked to do their homework outside at the picnic table in the backyard. Trunks could help Bra with her homework and he could study in peace. Suddenly he heard the sliding glass door on his parent's balcony open. When he looked up to see his Vegeta walking out onto the balcony followed closely by Bulma.
"Fine!" Vegeta yelled "You Know I don't even need to be here. I don't know why I've put up with you for so long."
" Neither do I!" Bulma screamed right back at him "If you go I don't want you to come crawling back to me."
"Fine I won't!"
With that said and done Vegeta turned his back to her and flew of into the distance. Trunks stood up from the table as his father dissapered into the distance. He never thought that it would happen; he knew that his parents had their tense moments but he never thought that his dad would actually leave them. Dad, please, don't leave.
It's too bad, it's too bad
Too late, so wrong, so long
It's too bad that we had no time to rewind
Let's walk, let's talk
Let's talk
It's too bad, it's too bad
Too late, so wrong, so long
It's too bad that we had no time to rewind
Let's walk, let's talk
Let's talk
Father's hands are lined with guilt
For tearing us apart
Guess it turned out in the end
Just look at where we are
Made it out, still got clothing on our backs
And now I scream about it
How it's so bad, it's so bad
How it's so bad, it's so bad
It's too bad, it's too bad
Too late, so wrong, so long
It's too bad that we had no time to rewind
Let's walk, let's talk
Let's talk
No time, let's walk, let's talk
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HI HI!!! I had lotts of fun writing this story. This is my second fanfiction and I feel like an author already. So please, if you have the time for little ol' me please write me a review. Good or bad.I enjoy getting them. HEHE!!!
Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ.although if Vegeta were real he'd be mine, and if I had a record label I'd own 'Too Bad' by Nickelback!!!
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Fathers hands were lined with dirt
From long days in the field
And mothers hands are serving meals
In a cafe on Main Street
With mouths to feed
Just trying to keep clothing on our backs
And all I hear about is
How it's so bad, it's so bad
Trunks and Bra sat on the floor in Trunks room last one night watching TV. The volume was turned up all the way as to mute the sound of screaming and shouting from right above the room. Now-a-days Bulma and Vegeta were always making that kind of noise. Screaming, shouting, yelling, and the sound of things breaking as Bulma had a throwing fit wasn't that unusual. Trunks tried not to look at the ceiling as his fan shook. Bra's face was red from crying, but her eyes were planted solely on the TV screen. Trunks hated to see his little sister like this. She was usually so happy and bouncing up and down singing at the top of her lungs. But it was night now and they both couldn't get to sleep like most days during the past two months.
He looked into her face and saw an unbelievable sadness. Trunks knew what she was thinking. She had told him what she thought of the fights a few weeks after they began. She thought that mommy and daddy didn't love each other anymore; that she had done something wrong, and that daddy would leave. Trunks keep trying to tell her that they loved her very much and they just liked to fight about little things, but she wasn't convinced and frankly neither was he.
It's too bad, it's too bad
Too late, so wrong, so long
It's too bad that we had no time to rewind
Let's walk, let's talk
Let's talk
When Trunks woke up the next morning he was on the floor because Bra had fallen asleep on his bed. He quietly got dressed and packed his things for school before rousing Bra. As he walked into the hall from his room he purposely avoided the living room and went straight to the kitchen dad had taken to sleeping on the coach even though they house had 82 rooms and 60 of which were guest rooms. Trunks was troubled by his parents change in attitude almost as much as Bra but kept it a little better hidden. He knew that he had to be strong for Bra.
Just then little Bra sauntered into the room and sat at the table as Trunks started to make two extremely big bowls of cereal. As Trunks set down a bowl of cocoa puffs in front of Bra he thought back to the past. The fighting had started only 2 months ago but it seemed like 2 years. After Bra was born everything was starting to get back to normal. Bulma had gone back to president of Capsule Corp. and Vegeta had resumed his earlier training regiment. Things actually improved after that. Vegeta and Bra had a tight bond and he seemed to realize that he didn't have the same thing with Trunks, so he started spending more time with him. Whither it was in the gravity room or driving them to school you could defiantly tell that he was making an effort.
You left without saying goodbye
Although I'm sure you tried
You call the house from time to time
To make sure we're alive
But you weren't there
Right when I needed you the most
And now I dream about it
How it's so bad, it's so bad
After Trunks took Bra to elementary school he drove to Orange Star High School and parked his car in the student parking lot. The only reason that he bothered to go to school anymore was the time away from the fighting was good for him. Other than that it was like he wasn't even at school anymore. His grades had started slipping and he hadn't told his parents yet. He actually didn't plan to. His teachers had also noticed his change in attitude and all6 of them had called a parent teacher conference, but being the son of a rich well-to-do family always had it's advantages. He just told them that his mom was on a business trip or was very busy with all her work and would make plans to be there next time. He had really never lied before but he couldn't bring himself to talk to his parents.
When he got home after school he could hear his parents already at it again. It was only the afternoon. He and Bra liked to do their homework outside at the picnic table in the backyard. Trunks could help Bra with her homework and he could study in peace. Suddenly he heard the sliding glass door on his parent's balcony open. When he looked up to see his Vegeta walking out onto the balcony followed closely by Bulma.
"Fine!" Vegeta yelled "You Know I don't even need to be here. I don't know why I've put up with you for so long."
" Neither do I!" Bulma screamed right back at him "If you go I don't want you to come crawling back to me."
"Fine I won't!"
With that said and done Vegeta turned his back to her and flew of into the distance. Trunks stood up from the table as his father dissapered into the distance. He never thought that it would happen; he knew that his parents had their tense moments but he never thought that his dad would actually leave them. Dad, please, don't leave.
It's too bad, it's too bad
Too late, so wrong, so long
It's too bad that we had no time to rewind
Let's walk, let's talk
Let's talk
It's too bad, it's too bad
Too late, so wrong, so long
It's too bad that we had no time to rewind
Let's walk, let's talk
Let's talk
Father's hands are lined with guilt
For tearing us apart
Guess it turned out in the end
Just look at where we are
Made it out, still got clothing on our backs
And now I scream about it
How it's so bad, it's so bad
How it's so bad, it's so bad
It's too bad, it's too bad
Too late, so wrong, so long
It's too bad that we had no time to rewind
Let's walk, let's talk
Let's talk
No time, let's walk, let's talk
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HI HI!!! I had lotts of fun writing this story. This is my second fanfiction and I feel like an author already. So please, if you have the time for little ol' me please write me a review. Good or bad.I enjoy getting them. HEHE!!!