Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Confronting the father ❯ An apology ( Chapter 6 )

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And the last thing I want to say before I finally shut up: This chapter is much darker, and a bit more depressing than the other ones. Part of me getting through some of my stuff was my writing this chapter. I might rewrite this at one point, who knows… I'm not sure what I think of it myself! But it's here, and if you all HATE it, I will be more than happy to change it for you, just let me know!

 

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King Vegeta was no fool. He had destroyed planets, annihilated races and caused destruction. Even as a little boy on Kold's ship, warriors feared him.

Word around King Kold's base got around fast, and everyone knew about the young Saiyan prince that was put on the ship to serve the Empire.

Only one being was unimpressed by the young King's strength, and that was his father. King Vegeta sr. expected his son to be the Legendary, to be the strongest Saiyan ever. Everyone on the planet thought the young prince to be the next Super Saiyan...all but his father. The former king was more evil and more ruthless than his son would ever become. From the moment his son was born, he thought him weak.

Weak, pathetic, and unworthy. His mother had died while giving birth, so there was no hope for another heir. All the king could do was find a way to toughen him up, and all he needed was the right opportunity.

And the perfect opportunity presented itself when king Kold wanted proof of the king's loyalty. It was a win-win situation: King Kold got a young, new warrior, and the Saiyan King found a way to toughen up his son.

King Kold had a string of tests planned for his new acquisition, tests that included torture, rape, and other things that were so gruesome that no one could even begin to guess.

Many people wondered how a soft-hearted boy could have turned into such a monster. And here he was, more than 50 years later, and he was asking his son about his grandchildren.

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"What about your family father? You never told me anything about them"

King Vegeta swallowed hard. "There is nothing to tell"

"Why not? Surely...I told you everything, is it so difficult for you to tell me something about yours? Or did you expect me to sit around and answer all your questions? I demand answers, father!"

Silence filled the air once again as the two Saiyans glared at each other. The tension between them had tensed and neither of the two men was about to give in.

The King looked at his son, and for some reason couldn't help but to feel slightly disappointed. Even though he had done nothing to prevent it, he had silently hoped that his son would not turn out the way he did.

King Vegeta did not send his son to Frieza to toughen him up, and neither did he want his son to became the heartless monster that King Kold had made him, but looking at the facts it was inevitable, his son had become a cold blooded killer, just like he was.

To be honest, he did not have much choice. The universe is not a pretty place to live in. There's no "love conquers all" attitude, if you're strong you survive, and if you're not, well...enjoy Hell.

The King sighed. "Fine, brat. You drive me insane with your spoiled antics" Vegeta smirked. "What happened to your mother? Why have I never heard anything about her?"

"My mother died while giving birth. I cannot give you any information concerning her life, I never met her"

"And your father?" Vegeta continued. "Or do you know nothing of him as well?"

King Vegeta's face hardened. "I do not wish to speak of him. His mere memory makes me sick"

"Is that so? And why is that, father" His son's sarcasm was driving him insane. Not a single nice word had come from him in the hours that they were speaking to each other, and contrary to what many thought, he did not handle demeaning answers well.

"Mind that tone, you fool. Have I not taught you how to contain yourself? Or do you want the whole universe to know your feelings?"

"Answer me!" Vegeta suddenly yelled out. "Enough! I spent most of my life waiting for the day I could speak to you! There are questions I want answered, I'm sick of waiting! I idolized you! I wanted to be just like you, but in the end, you're a joke. You're nothing. You're a weakling, too weak to protect your only son from Frieza, too weak to protect your mate, and too weak to act like a man and answer the son you failed. Because of your failure and your weakness, I grew up with nothing but a legacy. A prince of a dead race, all because of you! You're a failure. Nothing but a weak and pathetic fool. Fuck you, father. I wasted enough time"

And with those last words, Vegeta stood up from his chair and walked towards the door.

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Bulma was singing along to the radio when Trunks walked in to her lab.

"Geez, mom. I can't believe you still listen to that. That's so old." Trunks said to his mother.

"I love him. And true love lasts a lifetime, maybe you'll find that out soon yourself" Bulma answered him with a slightly devilish smirk.

"Yeah well, don't count on grandkids anytime soon"

"Enough talking now, sweetie. Come help me with this"

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"Vegeta...wait" King Vegeta grabbed his son's arm in a last attempt to stop him from leaving.

"Let go of me" Vegeta yelled out as he jerked his arm away from the king.

"I'm sorry"

"What?"

"Nothing. Forget I said it."

Vegeta sighed. "What the hell is wrong with you, old man?"

King Vegeta looked at his son curiously.

"What did you just say father?"

"I said nothing. A mere slip of the tongue" King Vegeta replied quickly.

"Don't give me that shit. What the hell is wrong with you?" Vegeta inquired.

"I don't want you to leave" the king responded softly.

"Then you will answer every question. I am not merciful father, you fuck up, and you won't hear a word from me ever again" Vegeta threatened.

Once again the room was filled with silence. Both father and son could sense the tension swallowing them. King Vegeta took a deep breath.

 

Never in his life could he have imagined how incredibly difficult this would be. He knew his son would grow up to be a difficult man, but their personalities clashed.

With one troubled mind, you always need another one that is able of soothing. You can't put two stubborn, egocentric maniacs in one room; they would most likely end up killing each other.

The king took another deep breath. The way he saw it now, he had two options. Either he could stand by his opinion and not give in to his son, or he could swallow his pride and tell the boy what he wants to know.

Either way didn't suit him, giving in meant letting go of his pride, and when you're like King Vegeta, pride is all you have. Pride is what gets you through torture, abuse and battle. If he let go of his pride now, it meant wasting years of careful preservation. It took the once mighty king years to build up what he had, and letting go of it now seemed foolish. But not giving in meant failing his son. Again. He had not been a good father, which he knew. His son was right: he had failed him. A Saiyan's father has two jobs: train, and protect. The king had trained his son well, but he had failed to protect him. By Saiyan customs, he could be perceived as a lousy father. But, like his son, the king refused to fail. He had to be the best in everything he did. Mediocrity is frowned upon, and a Saiyan king does not fail. Letting his son walk away meant failing him again, and the king wanted to avoid that at all cost.

"Fine boy, what is it that you want?"

"Tell me about my mother."

"You already know everything"

"Stop it" Vegeta suddenly said.

"Stop what?"
"You're messing with my mind."
"I am doing no such thing"

"You will not get out of this one, father"

"I am not trying" the king replied.

"Speak"

"Your mother's name was Rosicheena, she was the strongest woman on the planet, and therefore fit to be queen. She gave birth to you, and died six years later. She did not have any other children, and spoiled you rotten. Every time I tried to learn you something, she'd cuddle you and completely wipe out the essential lessons I taught you that day. We fought often." The king said this all in a very fast pace, not wanting to give away too much information.

"What were your fights about?" Vegeta asked.

"She was a very emotional woman, I was not. She also believed that strength was the most important thing in a Saiyans life, and that nothing is of more importance, but she also believed in...other things, some issues I was not familiar with, nor did I want to be."

Vegeta nodded, this all sounded very familiar to him.

"Why did Frieza kill her?" He suddenly asked. "She was getting in the way" the king replied.

"She was a very stubborn woman, one that refused to bow to someone other than herself. Frieza couldn't handle the fact that someone would dare to ignore his direct orders. She was too headstrong"

"Unlike you" Vegeta spat out.

“Yes Vegeta, unlike me, as you pointed out several times” the king responded aggravated.

“Yes well, I'm granting you the pleasure of letting you know what I think of you”

The king swallowed hard. He wanted to reply to his son's insult, but was fighting with all his strength to keep him from angering his son. Vegeta witnessed his father's apparent struggle, and decided to press a little further. “I suppose you never fought for her? You decided that Frieza could kill her, just as you let him take me away”

“I did not let Frieza take you that easily!” King Vegeta yelled at his son.

“Yes you did! You gave me away!” Vegeta yelled back.

The two men glared at each other, and king Vegeta sighed again.

“Darn it” the king said. “You're impossible”

“I'm impossible? You haven't given me one straight answer all day long, and now you're trying to talk yourself out of this too.”

“If you sit down, keep your mouth shut, and listen to me without opening that obnoxious mouth of yours, I will tell you everything.”