1A/N: Hi, sorry for the long wait, I've been working my butt of at school, I've been totally swamped!
Disclaimer: Roses are red
Violets are blue
I don't own shit
So, lawyers...
F YOU! (no offense to real lawyers, just a joke, ok?)
Trunks: And a bad one too... she wasn't swamped, she was just lazy.
Callietitan: No, I was busy, and I suffered Freshman Friday!
Trunks: Ha ha
callietitan: ah, forget him. On with the fic!
Brat chappie 4: A Son's Anguish
When the foursome got to the dining hall, they found a table and sat down. Other World's chefs were panicking at the sight of Goku. The saiyans ate in silence, while the namek just quietly sipped at his water. Trunks felt awkward, and decided to start a conversation.
"So, um, how do you think the others will hold up against Jax?"
"Don't worry, I bet Gohan can do it!" Goku said around a mouthful of steak. Piccolo nodded his agreement, trying not to show his worry. Vegeta snorted.
"Your son has gotten soft, Kakarot. He is nowhere near as strong as he once was."
"He'll find a way, Vegeta."
Vegeta finished his meal and walked off, knowing instinctively that there were training grounds in Heaven. Trunks saw this and jumped up.
"Dad, wait up, can I.."
But Vegeta was already gone. The purple haired saiyan sighed and slumped back down into his chair. Piccolo, who didn't know what to do with this sort of thing, left the room to meditate or train. Goku looked at the door that Piccolo and Vegeta had just gone through and then back at Trunks. Now, Goku may have not been the brightest light that ever shined, but emotions he knew.
"Just give him some time Trunks"
"Yeah. Right." the boy said curtly. Inside, he felt like he was dying all over again. Why was his father ignoring him? It wasn't fair! What's a kid gotta do!
Meanwhile, Vegeta was doing some deep thinking. Why had the boy gone through the trouble he did to get me here?
Vegeta thought back to his son's hurt face.
Why was he so hurt? Well, there's only one way to find out!
With that Vegeta turned in the direction of the dining hall, he was going to have a talk with his son.
When he got there, he saw Trunks and Kakarot outside talking. He decided to listen in. After all, it was his son talking to Bakarot for... did he say advice?
Vegeta almost interjected then, no son of his would be asking a third class for advice! But deep down he knew the real reason was that he wanted the boy to confide in him, as he had never been able to do with his own father.
"Mr. Goku, I don't know what to do! He just... ignores me! Like nothing happened!"
"Your father is a complicated man, Trunks. Give him time."
"Isn't 11 years enough!"
"Trunks, he just died!"
"Yeah, well, so did I.." he muttered.
Vegeta had heard enough. He shut out the rest of the conversation as he tried to think of what he could say to his son
callietitan: well, that's that! ok, it was short, so sue me. Actually, don't... you wouldn't get anything...
Trunks: sue her anyway!
callietitan: shut it, you! or else i'll let my Trunks-worshiping friend violate you!
Trunks: AH! ok, just review...
callietitan: ja ne!
