I've written a story about Goten growing up without a dad and how he copped with it. Everyone kept pushing me to write one about Trunks & Vegeta. Well I finally heard a song I felt was good. Now the song is by Billy Currington and it's called 'Walk A Little Straighter'. The song is really about a dad who is drinking all the time, but I think it can be modified to make it sound like the father is 'fighting' all the time. This is told from Trunks' POV.

*text* = song

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Daddy, Look Down

I remember when I was younger; I would sit up late waiting for him to come home. Tired of waiting, my mother had gone to bed. I know and understand who he is. And I know and understand is past, but does that really mean he had the right to neglect his family. He would leave early around 5am and wouldn't return until way after 10pm. When I felt him come home, I would run to the door and wait. But he would just walk bye me like I did not even exist.

*I remember lookin' up to look up to him.
An' I remember, most the time he wasn't there.
I'd be waitin' at the door when he got home at night.
He'd pass me by to go pass out in his chair.*

Kids I knew wanted to be just like their dad. So its natural I wanted to be just like mine. I would try my best to follow him, but I wasn't strong enough. When I failed to do something right, he wouldn't praise me and push me to try harder. He would ignore me and lock me out of his heart, and his life. Whenever I wanted to try, he would be too strong for me and I wouldn't last long at all.

*An' I'd sing: "Walk a little straighter, Daddy,
You're swayin', side to side.
Your footsteps make me dizzy,
And no matter how I try,
I keep trippin' an' stumblin'.
If you'd look down here, you'd see:
Walk a little straighter, Daddy,
You're leading me.*

Now you would expect your family to be proud of you the day you graduate high School with honors. Well, I under stand there was an evil crisis on the loss. But when it came to collage, there was nothing happening. My mother forced him to show up because I was after all his son. But they weren't even done with the A's in the diplomas when he slipped out the door. How badly I just wanted to take my honor's rope and lasso him back and tie him to the chair.

*He stumbled in the gym on graduation day.
An' I couldn't help but feel so ashamed.
An' I wasn't surprised a bit when he didn't stay,
He stumbled out before they called my name.*

But I guess it was best, you don't want the great Saiya-jin Prince to fail behind in his training. Of coarse I got a lot of stares from fellow classmates who knew it was my father. Who wouldn't know? He sat next to my mother for ten minutes, the famous Bulma Briefs, the left. Heck. Even my best friend's dead father shoed up of both of his graduations. Now I starting to wonder, do I really want to be like my father?

*An' I thought: "Walk a little straighter, Daddy,
You're swayin', side to side.
It's not just me who's watching,
You've caught everybody's eye.
And you're trippin' an' stumblin',
And even though I've turned eighteen,
Walk a little straighter, Daddy,
You're still leading me.*

Well, I've long been married and moved away from home. According to my mother and sister, my dad still hasn't changed much - still training and fighting. Up at 5am, asleep at 10pm. Looking back to when I was a kid, wanting to be just like him, I guess its good I changed my mind. I did not want to wife to sleep alone or my kids to have to grow up following a father that never really is a father.

*The old man's still like he always was,
But I love him anyway.
If I've learned one thing from him,
It's my kids will never have to sing:*

If only he paid attention to me - things might have been different. Not only would I of had a father to look after me, but I would of had a role model in fatherhood. I would have had someone to look up to. If only…if only my daddy looked down.

*Walk a little straighter, Daddy,
You're swayin', side to side.
Your footsteps make me dizzy,
And no matter how I try,
I keep trippin' an' stumblin'.
If you'd look down here, you'd see:
Walk a little straighter, Daddy,
You're leading me.*

*Yeah, walk a little straighter, Daddy,
You're leading me.*

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Well? R&R please