Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Diary of A Prince ❯ Chapter 3 ( Chapter 3 )

Diary of A Prince

By: Nova Starlight

Chapter 3: Growing up A Prince

ENTRY

780 A.D.

Dear Journal,

It has been six long years since I wrote in this journal. I actually had packed it away in a box with some of my old toys and junk and forgot all about it. I happened to find it about a week ago and after reading my old entries I decided to write in it again. I am not sure why I packed it away, but I guess it was because there has not been much interesting to write about. My household had been at an almost peace until a few weeks ago when my mom had another baby.

My new little sister Bra cries constantly. I do not really know a lot about the time when I was a baby but if I cried half as much as she does it would not surprise me that my father had taken off for space after just a few months. I am not sure what kind of behavior I expected from my father but I was definitely surprised. He never really gave me any attention or affection when I was little, or when I got older for that matter. Every time I take a look at him I find her in his arms and he is holding her and doting on her. He even calls her his little princess.

I know deep down inside that I should be happy that my little sister will not grow up not knowing if her father even gives a damn about her, but I guess I'm jealous. Trust me I know how awful that sounds to be jealous of your brand new baby sister, I am just being honest. Last year before mom got pregnant was when my dad and I were probably the closest we had ever been. He would actually talk to me after we had finished training. I had high hopes that as time went on our talks would get more and more personal, bringing us closer to a more traditional father/son relationship but it did not happen. I guess it does not really matter because to be perfectly honest I am not sure I would even know how to act with my dad if we were closer.

Since my last entry, Goten and I have become even closer. We train together at least three or four times a week and stay over at each other's houses constantly. Usually after we train we get cleaned up and fly into South City. We go to the mall and to movies, just hang out and do the same stuff normal teenagers do. The only time I do not have a lot of fun is when Goten points out all the pretty girls we pass. He even gets their phone numbers sometimes. I know why it bothers me but I could never tell him. It would just make our really close friendship become awkward.

Last night at dinner my dad was holding Bra and feeding her some baby food while he was yelling at me for my lack of training. I looked at my mom to see if she woul say anything in my defense but she was too busy wiping the spilled baby food from Bra's face and chest. That was when all my frustration came to the boiling point. I got up from the table and in a huff, went to my room. I did not expect anyone to follow me up but just in case they did I grabbed this journal and flew off from my balcony.

I landed here by this small picturesque pond and sat skipping rocks across the water. Goten would have been happy to see me if I had shown up at his place and I know that I am always welcome there but I did not want to intrude. I sat here through the evening, night, and day wondering if anyone would even notice I was missing. I finally decided to write about an hour ago. I sense my dad's chi approaching so I'll write more later.

-Trunks

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Vegeta had almost forgotten about that day and their conversation by this pond until he had read Trunks's journal. Now he recalled it all as clearly as if it had happened yesterday. He had been scolding Trunks for not training as much as he should, but he had been surprised by Trunks's reaction. He had went to Trunks's room later that night to confront him about it and found him gone. He had allowed his pride to keep him from going to fetch him that night. When dinnertime approached on the next night he finally conceded to going to look for Trunks. He traced his Chi and found him sitting next to this pond looking remarkably calm.

Once he landed on the ground behind Trunks, he waited for a reaction. After a few minutes of not getting one he shouted, "What the hell are you doing out here?" Then he sat down next to him and asked, "How long have you been out here?"

"I wanted to be alone, that's what I am doing out here, and I have been out here since last night," Trunks replied.

"What have you been eating?" he had asked.

"Nothing," Trunks replied with a smile. "Unless you think I developed a taste for rocks, grass, and pond water." His statement was dripping with sarcasm and scorn but turned morbidly serious when he continued. "I'm sure mom had to beg you to come out here and get me, so I will go home." Then he stood up and turned to walk away.

Vegeta snorted at Trunks's behavior loud enough for him to hear. He had stood up and put his hand on Trunks's shoulder to keep him from flying off. "What's your rush?" he asked. "Remember how much you wanted to spend time with me, and now you are running off."

Trunks turned around with a confused look in his eyes. "Are you leaving for space?" he questioned seriously.

"No," he replied, wondering why he would even ask that.

"You are leaving mom for another woman?" Trunks mused.

"No," he replied again, this time with a great deal of venom entering his voice.

"You want me to go to that private school in America, I got accepted to last week?" he guessed.

"No!" he shouted in disgust. "Where the hell are you going with all these stupid questions?"

"I just wondered what was going on with you," Trunks said calmly. "I mean it must be something pretty important if you want to talk to me."

Vegeta remembered at the time that his pride had swelled up within him and caused him to snap back, "I am only doing this because it is what you wanted. Why do you think I spent so much damn time with you last year." As soon as the words were out of his mouth he wanted to take them back. If Trunks had any love left for him that statement certainly would have destroyed it. At the time he had no idea how he would react.

In a matter of seconds a scowl had appeared on Trunks's face, that looked remarkably similar to his own. Then he said, "Yeah, WANTED, is the operative word." He took to the sky faster than Vegeta had ever seen before.

After remembering that day, he was sure that the following entries would no longer detail any love for him. He was learning more about his son than he thought he would but he was also learning about himself. His pride had cost him many things and it may have very well cost him his son. He pushed his feelings of sadness and unease aside, flipped the page and began reading the next entry.

To Be Continued. . .

Author's Notes: I am re-writing and posting these chapters at a faster pace than I expected. Just to give all of you a heads up it is going to be about 4 more chapters and BTW for those of you interested there was a sequel that I will be re-writing and reposting soon. Thanks for the reviews. Love, Nova Starlight