What Happened, Dad?
Trunks stood in the doorway of the living room, staring enviously, at his 6-month-old sister, Bra, and father play together. Trunks felt a pain in his chest. 'Dad never played with me like that when I was young?He always thought that it was weak?Oh Great?Now I'm depressed again!' He let out a soft sigh and turned around to go into the kitchen where Bulma was. He got a Pepsi Vanilla (my Fav. Pop! Lol) and sat down at the table with a heavy sigh. Bulma heard her son come in and turned around to see her son with his head resting on his perfectly muscled arms.
"Trunks, Honey, What wrong?"
"Nothing, Mom. It's nothing?"
"Are you sure? You don't wanna talk about it or anything?"
Trunks paused for a minute and looked up. His big, beautiful crystal blue eyes were on the verge of tears. Bulma was surprised.
'What has got him THIS upset? It must be big?he wouldn't cry for just any reason. Something that I should "thank" his father for.'
"Actually Mom, could we talk in my room? I don't want anyone to hear?" Trunks said thinking of how his father might act if he heard what Trunks' problem was. That he was jealous of his 6-month-old sister. 'Yeah, that'll go over well!'
"Sure Honey. Let's go."
As they walked up the stairs, Trunks was relived when he realized that the farther that he goes up stairs that less he could hear his dad and sister goof around. He felt a wave of relief and Bulma notice but she couldn't figure out why that happened.
'Why all of a sudden did he just totally relax once we were up stairs? Oh well?guess he'll tell me soon enough.'
They got to Trunks' room and sat down on his bed. Bulma looked to him and saw that he had his big, blue eyes downcast to the floor and his soft lavender hair had fallen to fully cover his face. She put her arm around his shoulder, signaling that she was ready to listen and give him some help.
Trunks let out a sigh and started to speak " I don't really know how to tell you this with out you taking it the wrong way?"
"I won't take anything the wrong way and if I do, you can tell me the way you want me to take it. Don't worry." Bulma said smiling. Trunks looked at her and gave her a soft smile back.
"Alright, here it goes?I saw Dad and Bra playing in the living room and it made me jealous. I mean, I love Bra don't get me wrong. It's just she get all the things that I never got when I was younger. Dad always ignored me until after Buu. But even then he still didn't pay THAT much attention to me. She gets everything and I get nothing. He only wants me here to train with and that's it. Nothing more. I'm no more than a punching bag for him. He doesn't love me. He didn't even want me. I was a accident, wasn't I, Mom?"
What Bulma and Trunks didn't know was the Vegeta had put bra in her playpen and went up stairs to go to the bathroom when he heard the last part of Trunks' little speech. He got interested and decided to listen and not make himself present. 'Let's just see what else he has to say. Maybe after Bulma leaves, I'll go in?'
Then Bulma spoke up. "Trunks, you were not an accident! You were more of a surprise! And as you know, I love surprises. And that means that I love you. I wanted you from the beginning. Once I found out I was pregnant, I was sooo happy. I just went around hugging everyone and, practically jumping around with joy."
"What about Dad? What did he do?"
Bulma paused. 'How can I tell him that Vegeta went into space after I told him that I was pregnant? Oh shit. Good goin' Bulma! Aren't you the genius?!?!' "Umm?Well?Once I told you father he went to outer space. He said that he went to train but I think he went to think more than train. He told me that he left because there were too many distractions here and he needed to become Super. I understood though, strangely enough. You have to look deeper into your father than just the surface. Yeah, your Dad will probably never say 'I love you' but he will always do whatever he can to protect you. He even died for you. You are his pride and joy. He loves you no matter how many kids we have. You are his first born. You are the one that taught him that it's okay to love and cherish something or someone. You and I both had a good hand in that one. Believe me Trunks, your father has come a long way from where he was when he first came to this planet. Ask anyone. Goku, Gohan, Piccolo, anyone. He really does love you, Trunks. He really does." Bulma finished smiling.
Vegeta was standing outside his son's door thinking. 'Why did she have to tell him that I left to space?! Grrrrrr?Bulma, I'm so gonna get you! But she does have other good points. Listen to your Mother, Brat. She has a good mind.' Vegeta thought with a small smile.
"But that still doesn't explain why he ignores me now! What, am I not good enough? Is Bra better than me or something? I want my Dad back. The one that came after Buu. The one who would take me to the park and help me with my training instead of just sparring with me. I want My Dad back!!!" Trunks finally broke down and started to cry. Bulma just sat there and held him in her arms while he cried into her shirt.
'That's it! I'm going in and talking to him! I'm going to show him that I do love him no matter what!' And that's all Vegeta said. The next thing he knew, he was standing in his son's doorway. Suddenly he spoke.
"Bulma, could you leave me and Trunks alone? I think we need to talk"
Bulma looked unsure but left anyway. She had no clue of to what was going to happen so she decided to stay close enough to hear but not be detected.
"We need to talk Trunks."
"Yeah" 'Great! Now what? He probably thinks that I am a baby for crying like that.'
'Here goes nothin?'
Trunks stood in the doorway of the living room, staring enviously, at his 6-month-old sister, Bra, and father play together. Trunks felt a pain in his chest. 'Dad never played with me like that when I was young?He always thought that it was weak?Oh Great?Now I'm depressed again!' He let out a soft sigh and turned around to go into the kitchen where Bulma was. He got a Pepsi Vanilla (my Fav. Pop! Lol) and sat down at the table with a heavy sigh. Bulma heard her son come in and turned around to see her son with his head resting on his perfectly muscled arms.
"Trunks, Honey, What wrong?"
"Nothing, Mom. It's nothing?"
"Are you sure? You don't wanna talk about it or anything?"
Trunks paused for a minute and looked up. His big, beautiful crystal blue eyes were on the verge of tears. Bulma was surprised.
'What has got him THIS upset? It must be big?he wouldn't cry for just any reason. Something that I should "thank" his father for.'
"Actually Mom, could we talk in my room? I don't want anyone to hear?" Trunks said thinking of how his father might act if he heard what Trunks' problem was. That he was jealous of his 6-month-old sister. 'Yeah, that'll go over well!'
"Sure Honey. Let's go."
As they walked up the stairs, Trunks was relived when he realized that the farther that he goes up stairs that less he could hear his dad and sister goof around. He felt a wave of relief and Bulma notice but she couldn't figure out why that happened.
'Why all of a sudden did he just totally relax once we were up stairs? Oh well?guess he'll tell me soon enough.'
They got to Trunks' room and sat down on his bed. Bulma looked to him and saw that he had his big, blue eyes downcast to the floor and his soft lavender hair had fallen to fully cover his face. She put her arm around his shoulder, signaling that she was ready to listen and give him some help.
Trunks let out a sigh and started to speak " I don't really know how to tell you this with out you taking it the wrong way?"
"I won't take anything the wrong way and if I do, you can tell me the way you want me to take it. Don't worry." Bulma said smiling. Trunks looked at her and gave her a soft smile back.
"Alright, here it goes?I saw Dad and Bra playing in the living room and it made me jealous. I mean, I love Bra don't get me wrong. It's just she get all the things that I never got when I was younger. Dad always ignored me until after Buu. But even then he still didn't pay THAT much attention to me. She gets everything and I get nothing. He only wants me here to train with and that's it. Nothing more. I'm no more than a punching bag for him. He doesn't love me. He didn't even want me. I was a accident, wasn't I, Mom?"
What Bulma and Trunks didn't know was the Vegeta had put bra in her playpen and went up stairs to go to the bathroom when he heard the last part of Trunks' little speech. He got interested and decided to listen and not make himself present. 'Let's just see what else he has to say. Maybe after Bulma leaves, I'll go in?'
Then Bulma spoke up. "Trunks, you were not an accident! You were more of a surprise! And as you know, I love surprises. And that means that I love you. I wanted you from the beginning. Once I found out I was pregnant, I was sooo happy. I just went around hugging everyone and, practically jumping around with joy."
"What about Dad? What did he do?"
Bulma paused. 'How can I tell him that Vegeta went into space after I told him that I was pregnant? Oh shit. Good goin' Bulma! Aren't you the genius?!?!' "Umm?Well?Once I told you father he went to outer space. He said that he went to train but I think he went to think more than train. He told me that he left because there were too many distractions here and he needed to become Super. I understood though, strangely enough. You have to look deeper into your father than just the surface. Yeah, your Dad will probably never say 'I love you' but he will always do whatever he can to protect you. He even died for you. You are his pride and joy. He loves you no matter how many kids we have. You are his first born. You are the one that taught him that it's okay to love and cherish something or someone. You and I both had a good hand in that one. Believe me Trunks, your father has come a long way from where he was when he first came to this planet. Ask anyone. Goku, Gohan, Piccolo, anyone. He really does love you, Trunks. He really does." Bulma finished smiling.
Vegeta was standing outside his son's door thinking. 'Why did she have to tell him that I left to space?! Grrrrrr?Bulma, I'm so gonna get you! But she does have other good points. Listen to your Mother, Brat. She has a good mind.' Vegeta thought with a small smile.
"But that still doesn't explain why he ignores me now! What, am I not good enough? Is Bra better than me or something? I want my Dad back. The one that came after Buu. The one who would take me to the park and help me with my training instead of just sparring with me. I want My Dad back!!!" Trunks finally broke down and started to cry. Bulma just sat there and held him in her arms while he cried into her shirt.
'That's it! I'm going in and talking to him! I'm going to show him that I do love him no matter what!' And that's all Vegeta said. The next thing he knew, he was standing in his son's doorway. Suddenly he spoke.
"Bulma, could you leave me and Trunks alone? I think we need to talk"
Bulma looked unsure but left anyway. She had no clue of to what was going to happen so she decided to stay close enough to hear but not be detected.
"We need to talk Trunks."
"Yeah" 'Great! Now what? He probably thinks that I am a baby for crying like that.'
'Here goes nothin?'