Since my relationship with Kakarotto began, Bloomer and I don't speak; I go out of my way to avoid being in his presence.
Not because of the relationship, mind you, but the fight that subsequently led to it.
I loved him; I can honestly say that I cherished that man, and for him to tell me that I trapped him with a child!
The gull!
Kakarotto listened to me; he let me scream, cry, and rant. With kakarotto, I could be in the wrong; I never had to be the bigger person or take the high road.
I could feel the wrong way and never be wrong, even if I was.
He would let me be an adult on my terms.
Though, I'm surprised that he doesn't insist that I make up Trunks' father.
It doesn't matter; I wouldn't listen anyway.
I communicate my concerns about my son to him through his parents.
I walk my son to and from school every day and stay there until I sense his father's energy. I rent a room in West City during the weekend to be together, just the two of us. I'm not even sure he knows where I live, not even sure if I care.
Kakarott and I would spend a day together; sometimes, he'd stay the night, but that's usually after a fight with the wife. We see each other when he can manage to sneak away from her. Sometimes, I wonder what it be like if I pushed him to leave her.
'Grandpa and dad are getting an award!' Trunks said to me one day.
It was a few weeks after my last encounter with Kakarotto, and I was walking Trunks home.
'Oh, really?' I said as he clung to my hand. 'What for?'
'Something about a lifetime of serving the planet,' Trunks said dismissively, 'can you come?'
'Come? Come where?'
'To the award ceremony! Please, mom?! I asked grandpa if it was ok, and he said yes!'
'And what did your father say? Did you ask him?'
'Dad said I could have anything I want.'
'Trunks, did you talk to your father?'
'I will talk to him!'
He's not going to talk to him.
The look on his face when he sees me, it'd be so worth it.