1callietitan: dodges various fruits and stuff SORRY!!!!! gets attacked by rabid readers I SAID SORRY! OW! UNCLE! UUUUNNNNNNNNCCCCCCCLLLLLLLLLEEEEEEEE!!!!! owie...well, here's chappie 5 then... sees readers approaching STAY THE HELL AWAY FROM ME!!!!

Trunks: ha ha!

callietitan: shut it..

Disclaimer: if I owned dbz, would I be writing FANfiction? NO!

Chappie 5: Realizing the Problem

Trunks didn't understand, why was his father ignoring him? Didn't Vegeta love him anymore? Did he ever love him? The lilac haired pre-teen felt his eyes brim with tears. All he ever wanted was his father's respect and love.

It's not fair! Dad...

His train of thought was interrupted by a large hand coming to rest on his shoulder. It was Goku.

"What?" he asked irritably.

"Nothing, I was just wondering what was wrong." said Goku.

"Nothing!" Trunks snapped, still not looking up. Goku sat down next to Trunks and said "You do realize I don't believe you, right?"

Trunks presented Goku with his back, still staying stubbornly silent(say that 3 times fast!)

"Is it Vegeta?"

Trunks nodded slowly. "Mr. Goku, I don't know what to do! He just... ignores me! Like nothing happened!"

"Your father's a complicated man, Trunks. Give him time."

"Isn't 11 years enough?!?"

"Trunks, he just died!"

"Yeah, well, so did I.."

Neither saiyan noticed the subject of their conversation hovering nearby.

(I could end it here, but I'd like to live to see the age of twenty.)

After a while, Trubks had cried himself to sleep. Goku stood up and decided to go find Vegeta, only to walk right into him. Vegeta got right to the point.

"Does he think I hate him?"

"Well, I wouldn't, uh, well- yeah." Goku answered, trying to be gentle.

"Kakarot," Vegeta began. He was not sure if he wanted to humiliate himself. But desperate times call for desperate measures, as the saying goes. "How.. Do you let Gohan know you care?" he asked, closing his eyes. He wasn't good at asking for advice, and he wasn't too fond of doing it either. Especially from this third class buffoon.

"Uh, gosh.." said Goku, rather surprised. "I tell him as much as I can, I guess. And I show him by doing stuff with him. I give praise where it is due and criticize when necessary."

"How else?" Vegeta inquired. Was this all it took to be a real father? A good father?

"Well, I always try to let him know that I would do anything for him in whatever way I can. And I protect him with my life. That's it, I guess. Why?"

"None of your business, cl.." Vegeta caught Goku's hurt look and rolled his eyes.

"I'll tell you later."

Goku brightened and left for his quarters. He proceeded to conk out before he hit the pillow.

Outside, Vegeta sighed and picked up his sleeping son and tucked him into bed. He left for his room to ponder how he was going to fix things with his son. He wasn't accustomed to doing this sort of thing. Bulma had always known that he loved her instinctively. Or had she? He wasn't so sure any longer. He shook his head and laid down. Hopefully, things would be better tomorrow.

callietitan: so, whatcha think? I know it's short, but somethings better than nothing, ne?

Trunks: you call that 'something'?

callietitan: shut the hell up. As usual, reviews are appreciated. I will try to update at least once a month from now on, cuz school has been insane!

Trunks: you're just lazy.

callietitan: AM NOT!!! anyways, review!!! Ja Ne!