Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ A Heart of Stone ❯ The Truth Hurts ( Chapter 1 )

"A HEART OF STONE"

by ~*SW*~ narrator: Trunks

Chapter 1: The Truth Hurts

I looked out the window and watched my father train for hours on end. "Such determination" I thought. "Or should I say..... pride." I turned away from the window and headed for the front door. "He just can't accept the fact that he's not better than Goku. Doesn't he know when to give up! GASP!" I had just realized what I said...give up. Maybe that's what differentiates my father from me....the fact that he's not willing to quit when I am.

*flashback* "Get away from me you twirp! You're too soft! Always satisfied with being second best to Kakarrots brat I see......WELL THAT WILL GET YOU NO WHERE!!

At the time I would have said that my father was just being selfish and proud for not letting me train with him, but now I can kind of see where he was coming from.....kind of. I reached my hand for the knob of the door, I was ready to confront my father and train with him, but just then, he opened the door. *Gasp!* He surprised me.

"And just where were you going??!!" asked a tired, sweaty, and agitated Vegeta.

"Well, I...was...um -uh...." I stuttered.

"What's the matter BOY! Cat got your tongue!!??"

"No FATHER! Not at all!"

"DON'T RAISE YOUR VOICE AT ME BOY!! DON'T EVEN TRY IT! NOW I ASKED YOU WHERE YOU WERE GOING!" he yelled.

"*sigh*....I was actually coming out to train with you." I said in a low, nervous voice.

"YOU, wanted to train with ME??!! AH ha ha ha ha ha!" my father threw his head back and laughed, then stopped to say. "You....brat, are not worthy!"

"I don't understand you father! First you say I'm too soft to train with you, that I like being second best....but then when I'm actually ready to get BETTER, you refuse! It just KILLS you that I'm not stronger than Gohan, doesn't it!"

My father said nothing for a moment then said....

"You better learn how to control that tongue of yours boy....it could get you into a lot of trouble!" He then started to walk away.

"NO!" I yelled back!

"huh?" my father stopped dead in his tracks.

"I need some answers father.....please."

Vegeta turned around with a furious look on his face. "Please??? You are begging me to train you because you cannot train yourself. You are WORTHLESS on your own! You already know everything about improving your strength and raising your ki level. I am not here to baby you through it! I am here if you are looking for a good fight!" he argued.

"But....otusan, i......

"ENOUGH ! YOU are weak! and no saiyajin...that makes you no son of mine either!" he said as he began walking away, it wasn't long before he was gone.

"*GASP!*" I couldn't believe what my father had just said to me. "O...tu...san."

I didn't know what to do next, what to think! My father, my own flesh and blood had denied the fact the I was his one and only son. I slowly began to feel tears trickling down the side of my cheeks as I realized the truth, and how much it hurt. That my father did not love me at all, but despised me. For what seemed like hours I stared at nothing, repeating the same sentences over and over again in my head. "My father doesn't love me, I'm not his son". That would stay in my subconscious - forever.

Just then, my mother walked in the room.

"Trunks...is something wrong dear? You've been sitting there for hours!"

I then looked out the window and saw my father training again.

"If Vegeta could train for hours, how come I can't sit here for hours as well?" I asked her.

My mother was speechless.

"What did you just call your father?"

"Vegeta...that's his name, isn't it?"

"You will call him Otusan!" exclaimed mother.

"Why?" I answered. "I don't have one."*~