Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Confronting the father ❯ "If you wish, I will tell you" ( Chapter 2 )
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By: meelrorre 
So Vegeta finally gets to see his father, what will the two men say to each other? Read...and find out
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama | Type: Self Insertion | Uploaded On: 10.23.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 655 | Status: Work In Progress
So Vegeta finally gets to see his father, what will the two men say to each other? Read...and find out
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama | Type: Self Insertion | Uploaded On: 10.23.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 655 | Status: Work In Progress
A/N: Ok, so thank you to the reviewers, you guys rule, and I've been going through some problems lately, but from now on I can promise you an update every two days!
Please, don't forget to review!
"Gosh, I wonder how Vegeta's doing" Bulma said to Trunks.
Trunks thought for a moment. "He's either doing incredibly well, or they're at each other throats as we speak."
Bulma smiled. She knew how difficult this must be for het mate. No one in the universe knows him better than she does, and she knew how important his father's approval would be to him.
He would never admit it to anyone, but his father was the reason he trained so hard. It was all about tying to please him.. As time progressed, he started training because he wanted to beat Goku.
After his first fight, he wanted to become stronger than Goku. He wanted to be the best. Second place just simply wouldn't do, and why? Because of his father.
Because his father told him that he came from a strong bloodline, and that he had the ability to become a Super-Saiyan. He didn't want to be second best to Goku because of his ego, and King Vegeta was what inflated it so much. He knew his son could do it, and because of that, Vegeta did everything to please his father.
Bulma sighed. But if he thought so highly of his son, why did he give him up to Frieza? Bulma thought. Who would do that to his own son? She looked at Trunks who was eating his breakfast at the dinner table.
No. She thought. I would rather die than give him up, not just to Frieza, but to anyone. No one can have my little boy. Vegeta even died trying to protect his son, so why couldn't his father do the same for him?
"Mommy?" Bra said as she was trying to climb on Bulma's lap. Bulma smiled and picked her daughter up. "Yes sweetie?" She asked her daughter.
"Daddy said he'd hug grandpa for me." She said proudly. Bulma smiled. Yeah right.
"Aw, that's nice honey. I'm sure grandpa will be really happy" Bra just kept smiling, but now with a small hint of her father's trademark smirk. Bulma looked at her daughter, and was immediately reminded of Vegeta. I wonder what they're talking about.
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Vegeta had been waiting for this moment for a very long time, but now that it was finally time, he froze up.
He just stood there, looking at his father. He made sure he kept his face as emotionless as possible. He did not want his father to think he was weak, or that he had forgotten everything his father had taught him.
*flashback*
A young prince Vegeta stood in the throne room, accompanied by his father, who spoke: "You do not show your emotions to anyone. You can never let your enemy know what you're thinking. Block out useless emotions. Do not fear. And even if you are afraid, which you should never be, don't show it. You are the prince of the most powerful race in the universe. You never show your emotions"
*end flashback*
I have not forgotten what you have said, father. See? No one knows what I'm thinking now. Not even you, father.
King Vegeta looked at his son. He had changed since he last saw him. He looked into his son's eyes, and saw that they were empty: he was hiding his feelings. King Vegeta couldn't stop the corner of his mouth going up a bit. It was barely noticeable, but it was an unmistakable smirk. King Vegeta had always been one to hide his feelings and control his emotions, but he found himself staring at his son.
He had changed so much, it was unbelievable. He could barely grasp the notion that that was his son standing there. His hair stood up in the traditional royal family way, his face had the widow's peak, appearance wise, he was everything he would expect from the prince of all Saiyans. A bit short though.
"My daughter sends her regards" he suddenly heard his son say. It was the first time he heard him speak, his voice was as raspy as his, only a bit higher.
"Your daughter? You have a child?" King Vegeta asked his son with raised eyebrows. He was surprised, he didn't think there were any female Saiyans left.
"Yes I do, what's it to you?" Vegeta responded quickly. He wanted to let his father know that he wouldn not tolerate any insults towards his family.
His father was just looking at him with a slightly amused look on his face. "Sit down, boy." He said while pointing at a chair.
"Hmpf" Vegeta said, but he still sat down opposite his father. He was much shorter than him. He crossed his arms. "So father, tell me... are you enjoying Hell?" He asked sarcastic.
King Vegeta frowned. "You may be an adult now, Vegeta, but I am still your father, and I will not have you treating me with disrespect." The king said firmly.
"I'm treating you with all the respect you deserve. None." King Vegeta flinched at his son's harsh words. He had expected his son to be angry with him, but not to this extent.
Vegeta calmed himself down. "How's mother?" He asked calmly. King Vegeta recovered quickly. He chuckeld. "Still dead"
Vegeta frowned. "Is she in Hell with you?" He asked. The king shook his head. "No. I do not know where she is." He answered .
"How... how is your training progressing?" the King asked his son. Vegeta smirked. Finally. He thought. I can show him what I've become.
"I have acended to Super-Saiyan level and beyond. I have reclaimed my place as the strongest warrior in the Universe. I have more than enough strength to defeat those who dare to claim that they are stronger. I am undefeatable, the only one who has a small chance of beating me, will not kill me. I achieved Super-Saiyan, just like you said I would." He finished proudly. He looked at his father, and saw that his eyes were as wide as they could be. "Super... a Super-Saiyan?" King Vegeta stammered. Vegeta smirked. He knew this would impress his father. "Super Saiyan level 2, father."
King Vegeta looked at his son, but this time, with real pride. His eyes were no longer cold, but showed how proud he was of his son. Only one sentence was bugging him.
"Who is it that has a chance of beating you?" King Vegeta asked. Vegeta frowned again. "A Saiyan by the name of Kakarrot." He answered.
"I see"
Vegeta jumped off the chair in fury. "And what do you mean by that?!"
King Vegeta crossed his arms and looked sternly at his son. "You have to learn to control that temper of yours, boy. Not everything I say is meant to inflict harm." He responded calmly.
Vegeta sat down again. I must not let this shake my composure. "If you wish, I will tell you what I have been doing these past few years, but for your information... just know that I will not tolerate any insults from you.
You were either too weak or too much of a bad father to keep me with you, so you have no right in critisizing me. Is that understood?"
King Vegeta sat up and looked at his son with interest. "I understand".
A/N: Cliffhanger? Well, maybe, this is a pretty short chapter, next one will be longer.
Buh-bye, and please: review!
Please, don't forget to review!
"Gosh, I wonder how Vegeta's doing" Bulma said to Trunks.
Trunks thought for a moment. "He's either doing incredibly well, or they're at each other throats as we speak."
Bulma smiled. She knew how difficult this must be for het mate. No one in the universe knows him better than she does, and she knew how important his father's approval would be to him.
He would never admit it to anyone, but his father was the reason he trained so hard. It was all about tying to please him.. As time progressed, he started training because he wanted to beat Goku.
After his first fight, he wanted to become stronger than Goku. He wanted to be the best. Second place just simply wouldn't do, and why? Because of his father.
Because his father told him that he came from a strong bloodline, and that he had the ability to become a Super-Saiyan. He didn't want to be second best to Goku because of his ego, and King Vegeta was what inflated it so much. He knew his son could do it, and because of that, Vegeta did everything to please his father.
Bulma sighed. But if he thought so highly of his son, why did he give him up to Frieza? Bulma thought. Who would do that to his own son? She looked at Trunks who was eating his breakfast at the dinner table.
No. She thought. I would rather die than give him up, not just to Frieza, but to anyone. No one can have my little boy. Vegeta even died trying to protect his son, so why couldn't his father do the same for him?
"Mommy?" Bra said as she was trying to climb on Bulma's lap. Bulma smiled and picked her daughter up. "Yes sweetie?" She asked her daughter.
"Daddy said he'd hug grandpa for me." She said proudly. Bulma smiled. Yeah right.
"Aw, that's nice honey. I'm sure grandpa will be really happy" Bra just kept smiling, but now with a small hint of her father's trademark smirk. Bulma looked at her daughter, and was immediately reminded of Vegeta. I wonder what they're talking about.
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Vegeta had been waiting for this moment for a very long time, but now that it was finally time, he froze up.
He just stood there, looking at his father. He made sure he kept his face as emotionless as possible. He did not want his father to think he was weak, or that he had forgotten everything his father had taught him.
*flashback*
A young prince Vegeta stood in the throne room, accompanied by his father, who spoke: "You do not show your emotions to anyone. You can never let your enemy know what you're thinking. Block out useless emotions. Do not fear. And even if you are afraid, which you should never be, don't show it. You are the prince of the most powerful race in the universe. You never show your emotions"
*end flashback*
I have not forgotten what you have said, father. See? No one knows what I'm thinking now. Not even you, father.
King Vegeta looked at his son. He had changed since he last saw him. He looked into his son's eyes, and saw that they were empty: he was hiding his feelings. King Vegeta couldn't stop the corner of his mouth going up a bit. It was barely noticeable, but it was an unmistakable smirk. King Vegeta had always been one to hide his feelings and control his emotions, but he found himself staring at his son.
He had changed so much, it was unbelievable. He could barely grasp the notion that that was his son standing there. His hair stood up in the traditional royal family way, his face had the widow's peak, appearance wise, he was everything he would expect from the prince of all Saiyans. A bit short though.
"My daughter sends her regards" he suddenly heard his son say. It was the first time he heard him speak, his voice was as raspy as his, only a bit higher.
"Your daughter? You have a child?" King Vegeta asked his son with raised eyebrows. He was surprised, he didn't think there were any female Saiyans left.
"Yes I do, what's it to you?" Vegeta responded quickly. He wanted to let his father know that he wouldn not tolerate any insults towards his family.
His father was just looking at him with a slightly amused look on his face. "Sit down, boy." He said while pointing at a chair.
"Hmpf" Vegeta said, but he still sat down opposite his father. He was much shorter than him. He crossed his arms. "So father, tell me... are you enjoying Hell?" He asked sarcastic.
King Vegeta frowned. "You may be an adult now, Vegeta, but I am still your father, and I will not have you treating me with disrespect." The king said firmly.
"I'm treating you with all the respect you deserve. None." King Vegeta flinched at his son's harsh words. He had expected his son to be angry with him, but not to this extent.
Vegeta calmed himself down. "How's mother?" He asked calmly. King Vegeta recovered quickly. He chuckeld. "Still dead"
Vegeta frowned. "Is she in Hell with you?" He asked. The king shook his head. "No. I do not know where she is." He answered .
"How... how is your training progressing?" the King asked his son. Vegeta smirked. Finally. He thought. I can show him what I've become.
"I have acended to Super-Saiyan level and beyond. I have reclaimed my place as the strongest warrior in the Universe. I have more than enough strength to defeat those who dare to claim that they are stronger. I am undefeatable, the only one who has a small chance of beating me, will not kill me. I achieved Super-Saiyan, just like you said I would." He finished proudly. He looked at his father, and saw that his eyes were as wide as they could be. "Super... a Super-Saiyan?" King Vegeta stammered. Vegeta smirked. He knew this would impress his father. "Super Saiyan level 2, father."
King Vegeta looked at his son, but this time, with real pride. His eyes were no longer cold, but showed how proud he was of his son. Only one sentence was bugging him.
"Who is it that has a chance of beating you?" King Vegeta asked. Vegeta frowned again. "A Saiyan by the name of Kakarrot." He answered.
"I see"
Vegeta jumped off the chair in fury. "And what do you mean by that?!"
King Vegeta crossed his arms and looked sternly at his son. "You have to learn to control that temper of yours, boy. Not everything I say is meant to inflict harm." He responded calmly.
Vegeta sat down again. I must not let this shake my composure. "If you wish, I will tell you what I have been doing these past few years, but for your information... just know that I will not tolerate any insults from you.
You were either too weak or too much of a bad father to keep me with you, so you have no right in critisizing me. Is that understood?"
King Vegeta sat up and looked at his son with interest. "I understand".
A/N: Cliffhanger? Well, maybe, this is a pretty short chapter, next one will be longer.
Buh-bye, and please: review!