(inches out) Ummm… sorry?
Trunks: …
Readers: …
No, seriously, I am! I'm not entirely obsessed with DBZ anymore, my interests have rapidly expanded to include House, Moonlight, Star Trek, and, more than anything, Naruto, which is my main obsession at the moment. Sooo…
Trunks: 5 months.
Eh?
Trunks: YOU LEFT ME HERE GATHERING DUST FOR 5 FREAKIN MONTHS!!
Ah. Look, kill me later, ok? I promise to finish this story right now, ok?
Trunks: just get on with it. Bozo-brain.
(pouts) anyway…
If I owned dbz, why the hell would I be writing FANfiction?
Brat Chappie 8: Making it Right
Last time…
Vegeta found his son throwing rocks at trees. Several trees had fallen over from the force. Flying blind, Vegeta approached the boy, ready to try again.
"Trunks?" he began.
"What do you want?"
Sigh. Here goes nothing...
And now the finale:
Biting back his tongue and his pride, Vegeta took a moment to gather his thoughts before speaking.
"Trunks, listen to me; I am not an open person. I- I know I haven't exactly been the best father to you, but I want to be. You must understand, I lost my father when I was very young, so I didn't have someone to look up to, no role model. And I am not like Kakarot." The prince explained, willing his son to understand. Trunks sighed, and did not look at his father as he spoke.
"I know you're not like Goku, Dad. It's just, all my life I've been trying to, well, to make you proud, to make you see that I'm worthy of being your son, and…"
"You already have, son." Vegeta interrupted softly. There, that wasn't too hard…Trunks spun around to stare at his father in disbelief.
"Huh?" he asked in all his intelligence.
Vegeta smirked.
"I said, I'm proud of you, son." This really isn't hard at all. Vegeta thought contently.
Trunks felt a happy bubble growing inside his chest. His dad was proud of him, he really was! Trunks smiled widely and made a move as though to hug his father, but he checked himself, not wanting to push things too fast. Instead, Trunks settled for saying "Thank you, Dad."
Vegeta smiled (not smirked, he smiled) and gave his son a pat on the back.
"I don't know about you, but I'm starving. Let's go eat."
"Yeah!" Trunks replied happily. With that, father and son took to the air, one feeling rather proud of himself (of course) and the other in a state of pure bliss.
Y'know, being dead isn't really all that bad.
END!!!
WOOT! Another story finished!
Trunks: What the hell is this, what about Gohan?
Huh?
Trunks: uh, Gohan? Jax? The end of the world? That kind of thing? Any of this a-ringin a bell?
Oh, yeah, that's what sequels are for.
Trunks: (whines) but I wanna know noooowwww…
Too bad. Please review for the sake of all things good and holy. I've been having a really hard time of it, so I'm sorry if this chappie sucked.
Trunks: What happened?
My Uncle Bernie died of liver cancer, my Uncle Ira died of complications with his heart and diabetes at the age of 39, my mid years are this week, and I REALLY miss my uncle.. (sniffle) Well, review! Ja Ne!!
