Scars – Chapter 16
Goku arrived home just in time to be late for dinner. Gohan, Goten, and ChiChi were already gathered together around the table, helping themselves, when the large saiyajin warrior appeared in the kitchen after his time with Trunks. He looked around the room at the way the family was carrying on without him, and was granted a sense of what it must have been like when he was dead. After all, why should they wait for him, they didn't rely on him anyhow.
"Hey, that smells great ChiChi! Sorry I'm late... I was talking to Trunks. Wow, you really outdid yourself tonight!" Goku took his customary seat at the head of the table and began to heap food onto his plate to catch up for what he'd missed. He felt unhappy inside when nobody really looked up at his arrival.
"What's got you guys so down? Did I miss something? ChiChi... what's wrong?"
Goku's wife put her fork down and folded her arms. "Exactly where have you been, Goku? I had dinner ready almost an hour ago! Gohan and Goten here had to wait to eat, because Goten told me that you said you would be home in time for dinner! Then we finally did start, and you show up halfway through! You don't deserve dinner Goku... hmph."
Goku sweatdropped at his family and looked at the food in front of him, as his stomach growled hopefully. "Well gee, I'm sorry Chi... but me and Trunks were having a real important conversation, you know? I didn't plan on that, but then I ran into him and he was crying and he really needed someone to talk to... I'm sorry I made you guys wait for dinner... I won't do it again, ok?" Goku used his best 'I'm sorry and I still feel guilty' face without realizing it, and he purposely didn't start his meal, wanting to get the issue out of the way so that he could enjoy his food in peace.
ChiChi gave Goku a glare, thinking to herself that as much as her husband likely believed he was being truthful, he would most definitely do it again. More so, it seriously aggravated her that Goku thought taking time out for Vegeta's kid was important, but when it came to his own boys he really wasn't there when he was needed. At least, that's how ChiChi felt.
On the side of the table, Goten and Gohan were trying to look invisible, so they wouldn't be brought into the tiff. Goten did his best to be quiet because he knew that anything he said in this particular situation would not be necessary. At the tender age of ten, he was starting to learn that his commentary wasn't always necessary. He didn't usually realize this until after he said something uncalled for. That was why Goten was glad to have his big brother kick him under the table before he opened his mouth to explain what he'd already told ChiChi before dinner. Goten looked to Gohan at the kick, blinking in anger at first, then seeing the serious look on Gohan's face. He nodded slightly and looked back to his plate.
Gohan had badly wanted to spend a nice evening with his dad. He was rather surprised to hear that Trunks had gone to Goku, of all people, for advice, or to talk to. It seemed to him that everything anybody said to his father went in one ear, and came dashing madly out the other in only moments. Why would anybody want to talk to Goku? Gohan frowned at his plate, leaving his little brother alone for the time being. He couldn't bring himself to look at his father.
That afternoon, ChiChi had asked Gohan what he and Goku had been arguing about that morning. Gohan had murmured that it was nothing, and ChiChi had insisted he tell her. The last thing Son Gohan wanted was to get on his mother's bad side, and so he'd explained, as briefly as possible, that he was feeling kind of uncomfortable with Goku living with them again, because he was used to running the house himself, in a sense. As soon as Gohan had told his mom this, he'd regretted saying anything. She'd put an arm around him like when they were kids and hugged him briefly.
' "Well sweetie it's a good thing you told me that," ChiChi said sort of mysteriously, "because I've notice that too. I know you think I don't see those things, but I do... I know you're not happy here anymore, and that's why I thought we should talk about this. Since you're going to a university all the way in Satan City, what do you think about moving there?" '
Gohan was still thinking hard about this. ChiChi hadn't had a chance to say anything else, because at that moment, Goten had come barreling into the kitchen, hopping up and down and telling his brother and mother all about his day at the lake with Goku. Gohan was also trying to avoid looking at ChiChi now, because she knew he must be thinking about what she said. He wondered if it had been Goku's idea, or hers. 'Probably hers, Dad isn't really much for thinking about changing something unless it needs to be changed. But then again, neither is Mom.'
So Gohan was plenty confused, and he was almost glad for the tension at the dinner table this evening, because it kept his mom from bringing up her little proposition in front of Goten.
He pulled himself out of his thoughts to hear his father shoveling food into his mouth as fast as his chopsticks could snatch it up off his plate. Goten was imitating his father as closely as he could, and Gohan himself wasn't far behind. His mom was smiling slightly and watching Goku eat, with a look that Gohan could only peg as admiration. He was greatly confused, if someone had offered him a half-assed apology like the one his dad had given for being late, Gohan didn't think he would be so quick to forgive and forget.
That brooding look he tended to wear came to his face and Gohan found himself glaring at his dinner, not at all prepared to spend quality time with his father when all he wanted to do was yell at the man.
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At Capsule Corporation, dinner wasn't as tense as the one going on in the Son household. Young Trunks seemed to be a little less steamed about the argument he'd had with his elder self earlier, and he was sitting beside him, not giving too much attitude, as far as he was concerned.
Mirai Trunks was thinking a lot about his talk with Goku. He was being so introverted and contemplative, that he barely noticed he was sitting at the table at all, and so, had no intention of arguing with anybody. He did feel a lot better, however, after a good hard cry and a nice long hug. He smiled at his plate, thinking about Goku telling him not to hide himself from his father if he wanted to be respected or loved by him. Trunks put his fork down, looking a this mother.
"Mom, may I be excused?"
Before Bulma could reply, the other Trunks piped up critically. "Man you can't go a whole meal without asking that, can you? Jeeze, just eat and worry after, your food'll get cold Trunks." The boy gestured to Mirai Trunks' food with his fork, stealing a bite off his plate and going back to his own.
Bulma blinked at her younger son in surprise. "Trunks that's very rude, don't talk like that! And... er... Trunks, why do you want to be excused?" Bulma suddenly discovered that calling both her sons Trunks was confusing, but what else was she supposed to call them? They really were Trunks, both of them.
Mirai Trunks blushed and twirled his fork on his plate. "Well... this morning me and Dad were fighting and.... and.... I wasn't honest with him.... I should have been. I want to go explain to him..."
Bulma sighed shrugging. "Go ahead, its not like all four of us will ever be at the table all at once anyway, I don't know what I'm thinking. Make sure you come get the rest of your dinner later, ok?"
"Sure Mom, thank you." Trunks pushed himself up from his chair and left the table, walking out the back door towards the Gravity Chamber, which was humming on the lawn. Flashes of ki could be seen inside, where Trunks assumed his father was training hard to become stronger than Goku. He approached the door, looking at it for a long moment and thinking back to Goku's words: ' "Trunks, if you try to predict Vegeta, you'll make yourself crazy... he'll love you a lot better if you be yourself and let him do the thinking." '
'I hope you're right Goku...' Trunks thought to himself as he pushed the buzzer to let his dad know he wanted to come in.
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In the Gravity Chamber, Vegeta was doing a workout. He'd just finished 100,000 pushups, which, even for him, was a little overboard. He was currently in his super saiyajin form, delivering weak blasts around the circular training room, and dodging them. The sound of the door buzzer broke his steely concentration and caused several blasts to strike the prince in the back.
"Fuck!" He exclaimed quite suddenly, and dropped out of the air, rubbing his singed arm and crinkling his nose at the smell of burnt flesh. He shouted testily at the computer to return to normal gravity and stomped towards the door, tearing it open. His burned arm was still smoking.
"What the hell do you want that is important enough to interrupt my training brat!?" Vegeta shouted rudely at his son, not really thinking. He was always at his worst after any kind of training, because he tended to feel that he couldn't accomplish his real goals, no matter what he did in attempt. He would push himself to the point of madness trying to reach the ascended level, and even if he did reach it, he knew that Kakarot was still a whole level above that.
Needless to say, Vegeta was not in any mood to tangle with the overemotional joke of a boy from the future. (A/N: Yes, earlier in the day our prince was proud of Trunks, but he's in a nasty mood at the moment ^_^ )
Trunks worked his jaw, a look of stunned silence on his face. He knew his father's temper, he'd learned well of it in the Time Chamber, but it'd been several years since he'd really seen it up close and personal. "F- Father..." Trunks managed, his fingers twitching as he clasped his hands together in attempt to relax.
"WHAT!" Vegeta demanded, scowling at his arm and then looking up at his son, who was a whole head taller than him. "I presume you didn't come here just to babble nonsensically at me when I could be doing something useful with my time! What do you want brat?"
"I.... Uhm... maybe this is not a good time... s-should I come back later Father?" Trunks tried hard to keep the tremble from his voice, but he was unable to. All the crying and stuttering and general weakness he'd been acting out since he'd come here was making it easier every time.
"You mean to tell me that you came all the way out here, interrupted my training, and destroyed my concentration just to tell me you'll come back and do it again later!? Hah, nice try boy... whatever you want to say, say it, and get lost. The first thing you must learn if you're intending on living here, is that you NEVER interrupt my training, unless there is a VERY good reason for it!"
"Oh... then.... I wanted to tell you that I'm sorry." Trunks took a deep breath. He closed his eyes and repeated Goku's reassuring words in his head. "This morning....when we battled together... I didn't use my true power Father... and I'm sorry for my dishonesty." Trunks tensed, expecting to be either screamed at or hit.
Vegeta was quite stunned, and the anger evaporated from him simply based on that astonishment. He gave Trunks a blank look, then caught his slip and balled his fists, stomping his foot like an irritated woman. His jaw worked, and finally he slapped Trunks hard on his left cheek, leaving an instant stinging welt.
Trunks' head snapped to the right and his eyes closed in shocked pain, but he clenched his jaw and his fists, standing firmly in place and definitely making no foolish moves to hit Vegeta back. He knew he deserved the slap, and whatever else was coming to him for being untruthful to his father.
Vegeta was incensed. He grabbed Trunks by the collar of his shirt and yanked him roughly into the Chamber, slamming the door behind them both. He threw Trunks further into the room, where the young half-saiyajin landed on his backside and slid to a halt. Trunks opened his eyes somewhat fearfully, not sure what to expect. Was this the man he respected and wanted so much to get to know? Was this the kind of punishment he would receive for lying, then finding his consciousness and being man enough to confess his mistake? Mixed feelings swam freely through the lavender-haired fighter, as he looked at Vegeta.
"What are you going to do, Father?" He asked, keeping his voice even. No sense in losing anymore of his pride than he already had.
"What the hell are you talking about idiot, stand up and show me!"
"Huh?" Trunks said slowly, searching his father's face for an answer to his strange and seemingly inexplicable behavior.
"Well, if you were hiding something then, and you came now to tell me of it, then I expect you to demonstrate this hidden power, now do it!"
"Oh... Yes Father." Trunks got to his feet, and took a breath to steady his fluttering heart. He crouched slightly and balled his hands into fists, letting out a yell as he gathered his ki to himself and exploded first into super saiyajin, and then into his ascended form. His energy circled him brightly and glowed softly off of Vegeta's face. Trunks looked at his father with a stony expression, one he donned to keep himself from running to the man in attempt to explain to him that he was sorry for being stronger than Vegeta.
Vegeta glared long and hard at the boy standing in front of him, proving that he was, indeed, an ascended saiyajin, and more importantly, that he was stronger than his sire. Vegeta wanted to explode with anger, but he had entirely too much dignity to do so at the moment. Throwing a temper tantrum would not earn him any sort of respect from Trunks. Being respected by his son was very important to the prince of saiyajins, so he kept his temper in check and glared at the boy while his mind worked in circles to determine his choice of words and course of action. He crossed his arms, glowering still, but keeping his chin up.
"And this morning you thought it would be best not to reveal this to me? Why? And what changed your mind?"
Trunks sighed, knowing he could never tell the whole truth behind his actions. "I thought...that... it would dishonor you to be overpowered by me... I'm sorry. I changed my mind because of something Goku told me today."
"Oh of course... you thought it would dishonor me less to disrespect me by keeping this from me instead, when I specifically told you to power up to you maximum? Despicable. And I'm sure anything Kakarot has to say is idiocy, if he said anything intelligent at all, it is due more to his being an 'idiot savant' than actually being intelligent. What did he tell you that was so impacting?"
Trunks blushed and looked at his feet, wondering if the blush was visible through his aura of energy. He hoped that it was not. "He said to me, that you would love me more if I was honest with you, and let you do the thinking, instead of trying to do it myself. Goku seems to respect you a lot Father..."
Vegeta snorted at Trunks and shifted his stance. "Fine, Get out of here... I have training to do, and I'll not have you bumbling around here like an idiot, trying not to step on your own feet. However you achieved that form, excellent work. Leave me be." Vegeta dismissed Trunks, who left the Chamber and powered down to his normal level.
Trunks could feel Vegeta's eyes boring into his back as he exited the GR.
Indeed, the saiyajin prince was glaring after his son from the future, more curious about what could prompt Kakarot to talk with him than anything else.
Goku arrived home just in time to be late for dinner. Gohan, Goten, and ChiChi were already gathered together around the table, helping themselves, when the large saiyajin warrior appeared in the kitchen after his time with Trunks. He looked around the room at the way the family was carrying on without him, and was granted a sense of what it must have been like when he was dead. After all, why should they wait for him, they didn't rely on him anyhow.
"Hey, that smells great ChiChi! Sorry I'm late... I was talking to Trunks. Wow, you really outdid yourself tonight!" Goku took his customary seat at the head of the table and began to heap food onto his plate to catch up for what he'd missed. He felt unhappy inside when nobody really looked up at his arrival.
"What's got you guys so down? Did I miss something? ChiChi... what's wrong?"
Goku's wife put her fork down and folded her arms. "Exactly where have you been, Goku? I had dinner ready almost an hour ago! Gohan and Goten here had to wait to eat, because Goten told me that you said you would be home in time for dinner! Then we finally did start, and you show up halfway through! You don't deserve dinner Goku... hmph."
Goku sweatdropped at his family and looked at the food in front of him, as his stomach growled hopefully. "Well gee, I'm sorry Chi... but me and Trunks were having a real important conversation, you know? I didn't plan on that, but then I ran into him and he was crying and he really needed someone to talk to... I'm sorry I made you guys wait for dinner... I won't do it again, ok?" Goku used his best 'I'm sorry and I still feel guilty' face without realizing it, and he purposely didn't start his meal, wanting to get the issue out of the way so that he could enjoy his food in peace.
ChiChi gave Goku a glare, thinking to herself that as much as her husband likely believed he was being truthful, he would most definitely do it again. More so, it seriously aggravated her that Goku thought taking time out for Vegeta's kid was important, but when it came to his own boys he really wasn't there when he was needed. At least, that's how ChiChi felt.
On the side of the table, Goten and Gohan were trying to look invisible, so they wouldn't be brought into the tiff. Goten did his best to be quiet because he knew that anything he said in this particular situation would not be necessary. At the tender age of ten, he was starting to learn that his commentary wasn't always necessary. He didn't usually realize this until after he said something uncalled for. That was why Goten was glad to have his big brother kick him under the table before he opened his mouth to explain what he'd already told ChiChi before dinner. Goten looked to Gohan at the kick, blinking in anger at first, then seeing the serious look on Gohan's face. He nodded slightly and looked back to his plate.
Gohan had badly wanted to spend a nice evening with his dad. He was rather surprised to hear that Trunks had gone to Goku, of all people, for advice, or to talk to. It seemed to him that everything anybody said to his father went in one ear, and came dashing madly out the other in only moments. Why would anybody want to talk to Goku? Gohan frowned at his plate, leaving his little brother alone for the time being. He couldn't bring himself to look at his father.
That afternoon, ChiChi had asked Gohan what he and Goku had been arguing about that morning. Gohan had murmured that it was nothing, and ChiChi had insisted he tell her. The last thing Son Gohan wanted was to get on his mother's bad side, and so he'd explained, as briefly as possible, that he was feeling kind of uncomfortable with Goku living with them again, because he was used to running the house himself, in a sense. As soon as Gohan had told his mom this, he'd regretted saying anything. She'd put an arm around him like when they were kids and hugged him briefly.
' "Well sweetie it's a good thing you told me that," ChiChi said sort of mysteriously, "because I've notice that too. I know you think I don't see those things, but I do... I know you're not happy here anymore, and that's why I thought we should talk about this. Since you're going to a university all the way in Satan City, what do you think about moving there?" '
Gohan was still thinking hard about this. ChiChi hadn't had a chance to say anything else, because at that moment, Goten had come barreling into the kitchen, hopping up and down and telling his brother and mother all about his day at the lake with Goku. Gohan was also trying to avoid looking at ChiChi now, because she knew he must be thinking about what she said. He wondered if it had been Goku's idea, or hers. 'Probably hers, Dad isn't really much for thinking about changing something unless it needs to be changed. But then again, neither is Mom.'
So Gohan was plenty confused, and he was almost glad for the tension at the dinner table this evening, because it kept his mom from bringing up her little proposition in front of Goten.
He pulled himself out of his thoughts to hear his father shoveling food into his mouth as fast as his chopsticks could snatch it up off his plate. Goten was imitating his father as closely as he could, and Gohan himself wasn't far behind. His mom was smiling slightly and watching Goku eat, with a look that Gohan could only peg as admiration. He was greatly confused, if someone had offered him a half-assed apology like the one his dad had given for being late, Gohan didn't think he would be so quick to forgive and forget.
That brooding look he tended to wear came to his face and Gohan found himself glaring at his dinner, not at all prepared to spend quality time with his father when all he wanted to do was yell at the man.
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At Capsule Corporation, dinner wasn't as tense as the one going on in the Son household. Young Trunks seemed to be a little less steamed about the argument he'd had with his elder self earlier, and he was sitting beside him, not giving too much attitude, as far as he was concerned.
Mirai Trunks was thinking a lot about his talk with Goku. He was being so introverted and contemplative, that he barely noticed he was sitting at the table at all, and so, had no intention of arguing with anybody. He did feel a lot better, however, after a good hard cry and a nice long hug. He smiled at his plate, thinking about Goku telling him not to hide himself from his father if he wanted to be respected or loved by him. Trunks put his fork down, looking a this mother.
"Mom, may I be excused?"
Before Bulma could reply, the other Trunks piped up critically. "Man you can't go a whole meal without asking that, can you? Jeeze, just eat and worry after, your food'll get cold Trunks." The boy gestured to Mirai Trunks' food with his fork, stealing a bite off his plate and going back to his own.
Bulma blinked at her younger son in surprise. "Trunks that's very rude, don't talk like that! And... er... Trunks, why do you want to be excused?" Bulma suddenly discovered that calling both her sons Trunks was confusing, but what else was she supposed to call them? They really were Trunks, both of them.
Mirai Trunks blushed and twirled his fork on his plate. "Well... this morning me and Dad were fighting and.... and.... I wasn't honest with him.... I should have been. I want to go explain to him..."
Bulma sighed shrugging. "Go ahead, its not like all four of us will ever be at the table all at once anyway, I don't know what I'm thinking. Make sure you come get the rest of your dinner later, ok?"
"Sure Mom, thank you." Trunks pushed himself up from his chair and left the table, walking out the back door towards the Gravity Chamber, which was humming on the lawn. Flashes of ki could be seen inside, where Trunks assumed his father was training hard to become stronger than Goku. He approached the door, looking at it for a long moment and thinking back to Goku's words: ' "Trunks, if you try to predict Vegeta, you'll make yourself crazy... he'll love you a lot better if you be yourself and let him do the thinking." '
'I hope you're right Goku...' Trunks thought to himself as he pushed the buzzer to let his dad know he wanted to come in.
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In the Gravity Chamber, Vegeta was doing a workout. He'd just finished 100,000 pushups, which, even for him, was a little overboard. He was currently in his super saiyajin form, delivering weak blasts around the circular training room, and dodging them. The sound of the door buzzer broke his steely concentration and caused several blasts to strike the prince in the back.
"Fuck!" He exclaimed quite suddenly, and dropped out of the air, rubbing his singed arm and crinkling his nose at the smell of burnt flesh. He shouted testily at the computer to return to normal gravity and stomped towards the door, tearing it open. His burned arm was still smoking.
"What the hell do you want that is important enough to interrupt my training brat!?" Vegeta shouted rudely at his son, not really thinking. He was always at his worst after any kind of training, because he tended to feel that he couldn't accomplish his real goals, no matter what he did in attempt. He would push himself to the point of madness trying to reach the ascended level, and even if he did reach it, he knew that Kakarot was still a whole level above that.
Needless to say, Vegeta was not in any mood to tangle with the overemotional joke of a boy from the future. (A/N: Yes, earlier in the day our prince was proud of Trunks, but he's in a nasty mood at the moment ^_^ )
Trunks worked his jaw, a look of stunned silence on his face. He knew his father's temper, he'd learned well of it in the Time Chamber, but it'd been several years since he'd really seen it up close and personal. "F- Father..." Trunks managed, his fingers twitching as he clasped his hands together in attempt to relax.
"WHAT!" Vegeta demanded, scowling at his arm and then looking up at his son, who was a whole head taller than him. "I presume you didn't come here just to babble nonsensically at me when I could be doing something useful with my time! What do you want brat?"
"I.... Uhm... maybe this is not a good time... s-should I come back later Father?" Trunks tried hard to keep the tremble from his voice, but he was unable to. All the crying and stuttering and general weakness he'd been acting out since he'd come here was making it easier every time.
"You mean to tell me that you came all the way out here, interrupted my training, and destroyed my concentration just to tell me you'll come back and do it again later!? Hah, nice try boy... whatever you want to say, say it, and get lost. The first thing you must learn if you're intending on living here, is that you NEVER interrupt my training, unless there is a VERY good reason for it!"
"Oh... then.... I wanted to tell you that I'm sorry." Trunks took a deep breath. He closed his eyes and repeated Goku's reassuring words in his head. "This morning....when we battled together... I didn't use my true power Father... and I'm sorry for my dishonesty." Trunks tensed, expecting to be either screamed at or hit.
Vegeta was quite stunned, and the anger evaporated from him simply based on that astonishment. He gave Trunks a blank look, then caught his slip and balled his fists, stomping his foot like an irritated woman. His jaw worked, and finally he slapped Trunks hard on his left cheek, leaving an instant stinging welt.
Trunks' head snapped to the right and his eyes closed in shocked pain, but he clenched his jaw and his fists, standing firmly in place and definitely making no foolish moves to hit Vegeta back. He knew he deserved the slap, and whatever else was coming to him for being untruthful to his father.
Vegeta was incensed. He grabbed Trunks by the collar of his shirt and yanked him roughly into the Chamber, slamming the door behind them both. He threw Trunks further into the room, where the young half-saiyajin landed on his backside and slid to a halt. Trunks opened his eyes somewhat fearfully, not sure what to expect. Was this the man he respected and wanted so much to get to know? Was this the kind of punishment he would receive for lying, then finding his consciousness and being man enough to confess his mistake? Mixed feelings swam freely through the lavender-haired fighter, as he looked at Vegeta.
"What are you going to do, Father?" He asked, keeping his voice even. No sense in losing anymore of his pride than he already had.
"What the hell are you talking about idiot, stand up and show me!"
"Huh?" Trunks said slowly, searching his father's face for an answer to his strange and seemingly inexplicable behavior.
"Well, if you were hiding something then, and you came now to tell me of it, then I expect you to demonstrate this hidden power, now do it!"
"Oh... Yes Father." Trunks got to his feet, and took a breath to steady his fluttering heart. He crouched slightly and balled his hands into fists, letting out a yell as he gathered his ki to himself and exploded first into super saiyajin, and then into his ascended form. His energy circled him brightly and glowed softly off of Vegeta's face. Trunks looked at his father with a stony expression, one he donned to keep himself from running to the man in attempt to explain to him that he was sorry for being stronger than Vegeta.
Vegeta glared long and hard at the boy standing in front of him, proving that he was, indeed, an ascended saiyajin, and more importantly, that he was stronger than his sire. Vegeta wanted to explode with anger, but he had entirely too much dignity to do so at the moment. Throwing a temper tantrum would not earn him any sort of respect from Trunks. Being respected by his son was very important to the prince of saiyajins, so he kept his temper in check and glared at the boy while his mind worked in circles to determine his choice of words and course of action. He crossed his arms, glowering still, but keeping his chin up.
"And this morning you thought it would be best not to reveal this to me? Why? And what changed your mind?"
Trunks sighed, knowing he could never tell the whole truth behind his actions. "I thought...that... it would dishonor you to be overpowered by me... I'm sorry. I changed my mind because of something Goku told me today."
"Oh of course... you thought it would dishonor me less to disrespect me by keeping this from me instead, when I specifically told you to power up to you maximum? Despicable. And I'm sure anything Kakarot has to say is idiocy, if he said anything intelligent at all, it is due more to his being an 'idiot savant' than actually being intelligent. What did he tell you that was so impacting?"
Trunks blushed and looked at his feet, wondering if the blush was visible through his aura of energy. He hoped that it was not. "He said to me, that you would love me more if I was honest with you, and let you do the thinking, instead of trying to do it myself. Goku seems to respect you a lot Father..."
Vegeta snorted at Trunks and shifted his stance. "Fine, Get out of here... I have training to do, and I'll not have you bumbling around here like an idiot, trying not to step on your own feet. However you achieved that form, excellent work. Leave me be." Vegeta dismissed Trunks, who left the Chamber and powered down to his normal level.
Trunks could feel Vegeta's eyes boring into his back as he exited the GR.
Indeed, the saiyajin prince was glaring after his son from the future, more curious about what could prompt Kakarot to talk with him than anything else.