This story I've been meaning to write for a while. It's been in the back of my mind for quite some time so I decided to write it. I do not own DBZ or the character or anything related to DBZ. I do, however, own this plot and this particular story…
The Choices We Make Chapter One"But father!"
"I will hear no more of it daughter! Go to your room and rest. In two days, you will go to the matchmaker and find a suitable husband."
The very beautiful young lady ran to her room with her long black hair flowing behind her. Her name is Pan-Chan. She is the fairest maiden of the land and she is yet only 17-years-old. As she ran, her long, pink and yellow kimono flowed behind her. As she turned the corner, her kimono got stuck on a hinge and she tripped. "SEE FATHER! I'M NOT FIT TO BE A PERFECT BRIDE. WHY CAN'T I JUST GO AND MARRY TRUNKS-KUN?"
Pan got up off the floor and ran to her room. "You don't think you were to harsh on her do you, Gohan-Kun?" A black haired lady stepped into the house from working in her blossom garden. She brushed off the dirt from her purple and white kimono and walked over to her husband. "No my sweet blossom, I don't think I'm being harsh enough." The Man looked down the hallway in which his daughter just ran down. "Videl-Chan, don't you see, we've been to lose with her lately, she's walked all over us. Now look, she's gone and done something totally barbaric. She fell in love with Samurai Vegeta's son." The retired warrior walked outside and sat on a bench under one of his wife's blossom trees. He put his head in his hands and just stared at his red, white and black kimono. "Where did we go wrong? Where did we go wrong?" He looked up at the small little temple that sat in the backyard that held statues of pass ancestors who have brought wisdom and luck to the Son Family.
~*~ The Samurai Training Temple ~*~
"See here Trunks!" Ordered the older Samurai. He stood over his apprentice, who was kneeing down in honor, and cast a shadow of intimidation down on him. "Father, I just don't see why I can't see her any more. I lov-" The purple haired apprentice was silenced by his father's sword tip, which was aimed at his throat. "You are a samurai, not a commoner who can just go prancing about falling in love with every girl he sees." The black haired samurai turned his back to the boy and started to walk away.
"Father you don't understand."
"I understand more then you'll ever understand."
"Actions speak louder then words father."
"I've traveled, I've seen and I've conquered. Something you'll never be able to do if you don't pull your head out of the clouds and come back down to earth!"
"Your only like this because mom died. You sent Bura away, taken the vow of a samurai, and are now forcing me to follow in your footsteps."
"You will not talk to me in that tone or in that manner! Never speak of your mother in challenging words to me young man. You will do as I say, I'm your father and you WILL ob-"
"You're afraid, that's it, you're afraid. Afraid that I will one day find a love that will last me to the end of my days. You fear that I will be better th-"
The father placed his sword tip at his son's throat. "Speak to me again like that, son of mine, and the end of your days will come sooner than you think." The father walked off out of the temple and down the street. 'Oh yeah? You only think your all knowing and all seeing. If mom never died, we would all be living happily in our old house and I would be allowed to marry Pan-Chan.' Trunks walked out of the temple. He looked down and saw the spec of blood his father left behind from when he pricked his finger with his sword. 'Rules of a samurai. Whenever you draw your sword, you much draw blood. If you don't, before you sheathe it, prick you own finger and draw your own blood.'
Trunks walked around his village getting looks from girls. He was wearing his white samurai outfit so he smiled back at the girls instead of just ignoring them. 'I will marry Pan-Chan. Someday, somehow, somewhere. I will marry my love!' He continued to walk until he got back to his house and walked inside to find his father.
Author's Notes: Well? Please R&R