Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Desire ❯ Chapter 4 ( Chapter 4 )

Desire - Chapter 4

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Disclaimer - I don't own dbz…so please don't sue!

Warning: - This is a NC-17 rated story so there will be scenes involving adult themes. Yaoi involved!

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I take a deep breath as I step out into the daylight.

| Baka Sun! Why couldn't that Namek have gotten rid of this accursed sun instead of the moon? |

I put one arm to my face to block out the blinding rays and walk slowly forward. When my eyes adjust to the light, I remove my arm and sigh. Heading towards the gravity room, I notice smoke coming from the general area of the chamber. I hurry towards it, readying myself to shout to hell at Bulma's idiot father for tampering with 'my' gravity chamber.

| Maybe I should blow him up this time, it would teach him not to mess with the Saiyan Prince! |

A smirk covers my face as I imagine the look on his face as I charge up an energy blast in one hand.

"Fear…ain't nothing as sweet as that look."

I keep the smirk on my face as I head to the gravity room door. I take note of the way the joints of the building are - worn and buckling. I'll have to remind Bulma's father to tend to them after I have given him a good taste of the Saiyan Prince.

I press the open button by the door, close my eyes and ready myself to shout at him.

"What do you think you are doing in my gravity chamber?!" I shout out as the door quickly opens. I do not even open by eyes as I feel my blood boiling both with anger and the excitement of bringing fear into another life form. I take a deep breath and open my eyes when I hear a gasp…

"Dad! Er…I'm sorry…I didn't think you'd get mad…I mean…er…"

My half-breed son stands there, in the middle of the room, shaking with fear and stumbling to form sentences. With one hand neatly placed behind his lavender head, Trunks reminds me of…

| Kakarott…|

I compose myself quickly and walk over to him. He still shakes and I smirk slightly.

| He's in his twenties and he's still afraid of me |

"It's alright son…I thought you were someone else."

The fear in my son's eyes disappears from his face. I watch him carefully as he removes the hand from behind his head and places it to one side.

"Oops…guess I've been hanging about with Goten too much. I've picked up a Son habit…oops!"

He puts one hand to his mouth and watches my face. When he was younger, I would have punched him down to the ground for mentioning that name. And he remembers it well. It is obvious by the terrified look on his face.

I scowl at him and walk closer, my eyes fixated upon his own. I put one hand on his shoulder and apply pressure upon it until he sits down. He sit beside him….his eyes on me, scrutinising me.

The room is silent for a few minutes before he finally breaks it.

"So Father…how's life been treating you?"

I grunt at his pathetic attempt at making conversation. My son was never much good at holding one…but he had always been brilliant at ending one. Just like his father.

"Fine…just fine."

He does not utter another word. My short statement came out in such a harsh manner that I think he is afraid to continue.

But something is on his mind.

"Why don't you just tell me why you came here Trunks? And then maybe I could get back to my training."

"Er…no reason really Dad. I just needed some extra help with training so I thought I'd come here to use the gravity chamber."

I smirk at his pathetic answer. He never comes for extra help with training. Like a true Saiyan, my son is stubborn and always trains alone or with Kakarott's youngest brat.

| He's lying |

"Don't lie to me boy. Tell me the real reason why you've come here or feel the wrath of an angry prince who's training you have halted."

My son stands up quickly, removing himself from the grip that I had kept firmly on his shoulder throughout the entire conversation. I notice his eyes flicker and a small grin appear on his face. He stands firmly on the spot and looks like he has no intention of moving.

| That grin is starting to annoy me |

I stand up quickly and push him out of my way. I walk over to the control panel of the chamber and tap in a figure…

500 times Earth's gravity.

I can feel the increase almost immediately. And yet…it does not faze me. My idiot son however, is having trouble standing up, never mind moving about.

"What's the matter Trunks? 500 G too much for you to handle? Maybe you should leave so that the real warrior can start his training!"

I watch a scowl form upon his young face. I pause for a moment as I realise how much his smirk mirrors my own. But his grin…is more like…

| Kakarott's |

I groan at the thought of that baka's name.

"Are you alright Dad?"

| Damn…he heard me |

"Yes I'm fine! Now stop wasting your time with idle talk and prepare for battle!"

He stands with his feet apart, his hands placed up by his head in a fighting stance. I watch the look of concentration upon his face, waiting for one fault.

He blinks.

I vanish and quickly re-appear behind him and knock him easily to the floor. He gasps for breath and looks at me with a surprised expression upon his face. Gingerly standing up, I realise that he is already wounded from one punch. He holds onto his side and tries to rid the look of pain upon his face…but fails.

| I didn't hit him that hard…did I? |

I watch as he carefully sits down and holds his side in a protective manner. The look of anger has been washed away from his face and has, once again, been replaced with a look of fear. I feel anger burning up inside of me as I note that he will not be able to continue with the training.

"WHAT'S THE MATTER WITH YOU?!"

I hear my voice scream out but I still receive no answer from him. After a few minutes, I finally hear his voice asking a question that I never wanted to answer.

"Dad…what do you think of Goku?"

I am startled at the question. A look of confusion spreads across my face, which I quickly replace with a scowl.

"That baka? He's a pathetic third class Saiyan…he's not even acceptable enough to be deemed as a soldier or a warrior."

My son quickly raises his young body, showing that his injury is no more.

"Is that what you really feel?"

"Yes! How dare you suggest otherwise!"

He backs away from me when I utter my last comment. He seems to know something…

| Something about me? Or something about Kakarott? |

I groan again, unable to block out the image of the idiot from my mind. I don't know why I cannot rid myself of him…why won't he leave me alone?

| But he has left me alone…that's the point. He hasn't even come round to ask why I haven't been turning up for our sparring matches. He doesn't care…I could be ill or dying… |

I grunt and shake my head to rid the thoughts from my mind. I focus my dark eyes upon the deep blue ones of my son and sigh in an exasperated manner. I make a scowl appear upon my face.

"What is this Trunks? Question time? Now if you've done…this warrior would like to get back to his training."

His eyes stay focused upon me, making me feel slightly uneasy even though I don't show it. It's like he's staring right through me…

| He does know something |

"Dad, just one more question… can you answer me why you have been avoiding Goten's father?"

I feel more anger rush through my body at my son's question. How dare he enquire into such a dark area! Suddenly, I feel my hands grab hold of him by the neck and force him against the chamber wall.

"Don't you ever ask me questions to do with that baka again! I never want to hear his name or see him again…understand?!" I spit my words out harshly and tighten the grip I hold upon his neck until I finally receive a weak 'yes'. I release the boy and watch him fall down to the ground in a crumpled ball.

"Now…get out of my sight before I blast you into a thousand pieces!"

He knows I'm not joking. He quickly picks himself up, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand and disappears out of the door.

My legs suddenly feel weak and cave in from under me before I can even register it happening. I crash down to the floor into a heap, as I feel small tears start to fall down my face. I punch the floor with both hands in frustration and scream out loud…

"KAKAROTT! LEAVE ME ALONE!"

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A.N. Looks like Goku is driving our poor Saiyan Prince mad. Will Vegeta do anything about it? Please review!

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