Disclaimer- I do not own Dragon Ball Z, at least not to my knowledge. checks email/mail/voice mail Nope still don't own them, and with so many other people after ownership I don't see how I ever will, but I can always dream. Actually this story isn't 100 percentmine either, Lone Warrior2 gave an immense amount of insight towards the creation of this story, thank you very much Lone Warrior2.

Irvine659

"BEEEP, BEEEP, BEEEP" blared an alarm clock, it's red digits reading 6:00 am in the room otherwise filled with darkness.

"Jeez, five more minutes." came a voice from beneath the covers. A hand emerged from the heap of blankets and slammed down on the button labeled snooze.

"Trunks, wake up, your father wants to tell you something." Bulma said as she knocked on her son's door. "He said it was important and to be prepared to train."

The covers slowly slipped off the bed as the tired warrior rose to "greet" this new day.

"Great, just fucking great, not only does he only keep me up half the night with his damned training, but he goes and wakes me up early in the morning to do nothing more than train some more. I barely even get time to have breakfast." He grumbled as he got out of bed and grabbed a Jakeda from his mini fridge. If anyone were look at his room they would think he was an average teenager. He had posters of various rock groups hanging around his room, clothes were thrown all over his floor (not to mention his desk chair and the edge of his bed), his bass guitar was set up in a corner with a very large amp, and a stereo that was almost always blasting rock throughout his home. "Well, guess I'll humor him, he got five new scars in training last night, he can't possibly be able to train at full power." He got dressed and grabbed his sword, he glanced at his clock (it was a miracle that only the alarm was broken after he slammed it) the red numbers reading 7:00 am. "Good, plenty of time before I have to meet up with the guys."

"Good morning big bro." His sister shouted as he dashed by.

"Good morning twerp, talk to ya later, dad wants to train again." Trunks replied as he disappeared from Bra's sight.

"Of course he does, there's never a time he doesn't want to train, especially when it makes it so you don't have any free time." She shouted after him, all she heard in return was a distant sound that she took for an agreement. Then she added silently, knowing Trunks was already long gone, "I hope he takes it easy today, dad would never show him, but those training exercises are really taking their toll on him."

"Bra, I'm heading to the mall, you want to come?" Bulma shouted after exchanging a hasty hello with her overactive son.

"Sure thing mom. Just let me grab my things." She shouted as she burst into her room, grabbed her purse, and back downstairs in just a few seconds. Maybe I can find something to boost their spirits, they're both pretty worn out lately. Bra gave herself an excuse to go, but deep inside it was her love for shopping that made her want to go. After all, she loved shopping as much as Vegeta loved training and Trunks loved being able to hang out with his friends.

"Okay Trunks, would you like to hear what I have to say now or after training?" Vegeta questioned his son as he entered the training center.

"How about after?" Trunks replied from behind his father, hitting him with an elbow to the back.

"Heh, not wasting anytime today, are you?" Vegeta had already gone Super Saiyan, normally they trained for half an hour at normal power before even thinking about powering up.

"Of course not, I'm supposed to meet up with the guys to practice and go to a movie later. The quicker we get done here, the quicker I get there." He said as he swung a fist at Vegeta.

"Fine, I was going to make it only 50 unblocked hits today, but since you're in such a rush, I'll make it 40." His father remarked with a little bit of mockery. "You better hurry, it took you three hours to hit me 10 times last night. You can skip right to Super Saiyan or even Super Saiyan 2 if you wish, if you're in that big a hurry I'd highly recommend it." He blocked and countered the only warrior he would ever consider his equal. "And don't use your sword, we both know perfectly well that you can hit me with that." Indeed the two saiyans did know this, for every scar that Vegeta had received before entering training with Trunks, he had one that was caused by that very sword. "You already have a hit in, that leaves 39, hit me if you can!" Suddenly the air burst into nothing but the occasional flash of fists and feet flying and the occasional sound of a hit making it's target successfully.

The training continued until Trunks realized the time, it was almost 11, he had promised that he would meet his friends at Pan's house at noon. He swung and hit number 40 sent Vegeta flying into the wall.

As the debris from what could now be called a back door instead of a wall fell to the ground, Vegeta stood up and brushed the dust from his shoulders, his hair back to it's normal black. He was almost ready to smile, but the nature of his news snapped him out of it, what was originally meant to be a smile became a slight frown. Not that he wasn't proud of Trunks, far from it, he was just fearful of how his son would take what he had to say.

"Trunks, as you may recall, I have something to tell you." Vegeta was stunned at how difficult this was. He knew it wasn't going to be easy, but this was about five times worse than he imagined. He barely choked out the next words, "Bra is going to be the successor to the saiyan throne, not you. I'm sorry."

"I must be hearing things, I could swear I just heard you say that Bra was going to be your successor." Trunks kinda chuckled at the mere thought of such an event.

No, you heard me perfectly. Rest assured, it was a very difficult decision for me to make. You see, you are far more powerful than her, but you lack the ability to lead that she has, and there's a reason why they're called leaders."

"So what you are telling me is, that all these years of training have been for nothing." His hand began to inch it's way to the hilt of his sword.

"No, the reason I've been training you all this time was to see if I could find some spark of leadership. But you were always obedient, you wouldn't demand anything, merely requested it. I could tell that you wanted to scream your damned lungs out at me whenever I pushed your limits, but you lacked the will to do anything but strain yourself until you fell to the ground asleep."

"Fuck, you really are serious about this, aren't you?" Trunks said, half-realizing that his hand now had a strong grip on his sword, it was surprising that the hilt didn't shatter from all the pressure.

"Couldn't be more so." Vegeta remarked, he was so busy focusing on what to say and saying it that he hadn't even noticed the stature his son assumed as he gripped his sword. Suddenly Trunks disappeared from his father's sight and when he became visible again, Vegeta had only a split second to dodge the slash.

"Still think I lack will power? You weak fool!" Trunks half shouted as he turned around and impaled his father's chest, sinking his sword right into the proud saiyan's heart. Vegeta did nothing more more than smirk as he struggled to look up and meet his son's gaze.

"Exactly how I would have reacted, you truly are my son. At least I didn't die at Kakarot's hands." Vegeta gurgled as blood flowed freely from his mouth, he slowlylifted his shaking armsup as though to get his attention, but his arms fell dead quickly and fell atop Trunks' arms.Trunks' eyes opened wide in horror at the realization of what had happened.

This is far from over, but you'll have to review to find out more. And dont' worry, I'd never actually kill a character so early in a story.