Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Lies our parents told us ❯ Part 2 ( Chapter 2 )

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"Oh please, is that really the best you can do," Vegeta looked at his son who was kneeling on the ground. His face and body were bruised from the intense training he had been put through. Like always Vegeta had been pushing the kid to the limit.

Using all the strength he had, his son stood up and wiped the blood from his mouth. He breathed heavily. "No, I can take more."

Vegeta smirked. He was impressed by the child's determination, even through he was only eight years old he had already reached the level of Super Saiyan. Although Vegeta would never compliment him. As far as he was concerned his human blood made him weak.

"Oh you can can you, We'll just see about that Vegeta."

The young prince gritted his teeth and powered up to Super Saiyan. His black hair spiked up and turned a shimmering gold. The transformation to legendary was something he had easily achieved at the age of seven. He had thought that it would make his father proud. That his father the king would at long last complement him. But no, he had only just stared and said 'well it took you bloody long enough.' He had concluded that no matter what he did, he would never be able to make his father proud.

His father increased his own power. It was slowly getting harder and harder to push the kid. If he didn't keep up his own person training the kid would surpass him by the time he was 14. Vegeta knew very well that one day his son would have to kill him in order to become king. And at the rate he was going at the kid would be a ruler before he was twenty.

But no matter how strong he would become, in Vegeta's eyes he would always be weak. He would always be part of a weak pitiful race that was easily conquered. Half the human population had been sold off as slaves to Vegeta-sei and other planets. The humans had never once stood a chance against the awesome power of the Saiyans.

The young prince came flying at his father, beginning a fury of kicks and punches when he had finally reached him. The king blocked every one, and eventually with a flick of an arm he through his son against the metal wall.

The prince collided with the wall, and slid down it till he was on the floor. He powered back down to normal and slumped with his back against the cold metal. His entire body now screamed with pain. Begging him to stop pushing himself so hard. His breath came out in hard rasps.

The king looked at his son and powered down, it was time to end today's session. "Pitiful," the king turned and left the room.

The young prince Vegeta used the wall to help get up. He leaned against it to regain his balance. Pitiful, it was the word his father said to him before he left the training room after an intense session. That was all he ever though of him. In his fathers eyes he was nothing but a weakling, and the king never once tried to hide it.

Vegeta looked down at the bruises that covered his body. His mother was always telling his father not to push him so hard, but the king never once listened. He refused to go soft. No Saiyan ever became king by being nice.

Vegeta sighed and left the room. Ignoring all pain and walking out with his nose held high. Even though his legs wanted to just collapse he didn't even show the slightest sign of a limp. His father was always telling him that pain was nothing. Pain was what made you strong.

"Vegeta!"

Vegeta turned to see his mother the queen running towards him. The look of worry on her face. It was usually his mother who cleaned his wounds after an intense training session.

She rush forward and lowered herself to his eye level examining the bruises on his face. "What has your father done to you this time?"

Vegeta looked into his mother's black eyes. For a Saiyan she could be called beautiful. He of course was the exact split image of his father except for his style of hair. So he had inherited none of his mothers features.

"I'll be fine," even through he felt as if he were about to collapse he had too much pride to say he was in pain.

The queen narrowed her eyes. "Oh no you won't," she grabbed his wrist and began dragging him off to his room.

Half way his legs collapsed beneath him, showing how hurt he really was. The queen put her hands on her hips. "See, now what were you saying about being fine," she gave him 'the look'.

Using all the strength he had Vegeta got up. He refused to be helped to his room by his mother, his pride prevented him from that. He limped the rest of the way.

The queen sighed as she followed behind. He was exactly like his father, they were both the same. Both were arrogant and would refuse to ever show a single weakness. No matter who his real mother was he was every part a Saiyan prince. And would hopefully make a great King.

Vegeta entered his room and sat down on the bed. Relived to finally be able to sit down and relax. He gripped his chest, he had been too busy trying to ignore the pain in his legs that he hadn't noticed the pain that was pounding in his upper body.

His mother went to get a wet cloth and immediately began to clean up his face. She wiped the blood away from his mouth. "I swear your father is trying to kill you."

Vegeta looked at her blankly. This scene wasn't unusual, he was beaten up by his father every day. Though usually not this bad. Most of the time he was able to walk without pain. "Whatever."

The queen sighed. "You and your father your just as bad as each other, your exactly the same."

Vegeta gritted his teeth. What he hated most was to be told he was like the heartless man who had just beat him up. He had sworn to himself at the age of five that he would never grow up to be anything like his father. "Don't say I'm like him, I'm not."

His mother examined a bruise on his face and sighed. She knew that he would never admit how much he was like the king. "As much as you refuse to admit it you are like your father."

Vegeta growled. "I don't want to grow up to be anything like him," he said the words coldly.

The queen ran her fingers through his hair. She noticed that it was slowly growing over his eyes. Since he was part human his hair grew a few inches a month. Something nobody should ever notice. She could swear every time she cut the child's hair it simply grew back faster.

"I'm going to have to give you a hair cut," she walked out of the room to get a pair of scissors.

Vegeta lay back on the bed. He raised his hand to his face to notice like the rest of him it had a bruise on it. It would take him a few days to fully recover form today's training. To be honest it wasn't entirely his father's fault. He probably wouldn't have ended up this hurt if he had just given up. Maybe his mother was right, he was just like his father. He would die before he just simply said, 'I give up.' And if he were to ever do that his father would call him weak in a disgusted tone like always.

His mother entered the room with a pair of silver scissors. She noticed him lying on the bed examining his hand. She absolutely hated the way her husband pushed him so hard. She didn't know the kings family history but she knew he was never pushed as hard as he pushed his own son.

She sighed. Maybe it was because the prince was born with the highest power level ever recorded. And the fact he was the youngest Super Saiyan ever. But it surprised her that even though young Vegeta was so strong his father still remained to treat him like dirt. As far as she knew he never once told the kid how exceptionally strong he was, all he ever called him was weak and pathetic. Never a single compliment what so ever. The poor kid had hardly any self confidence, and was always trying to earn his fathers love and attention.

Vegeta noticed his mother enter the room. "He hates me doesn't he," he sat up and faced the queen.

She shook her head. It was always the same question, every time he was beaten up he always said the same thing. It was the same routine over and over again, and to be frank she was getting sick of it. "He doesn't hate you Vegeta."

He looked at her blankly, as always he didn't believe her words. "He dose I can tell, is it because I'm weak?"

The queen went and sat down on the bed next to him. "Look I don't know how you get these ideas into your head."

The prince remained silent. Knowing no matter what he said about his father his mother would instantly deny it.

She sighed for the hundredth time and reached forward to trim his hair. Being careful to do it neatly and evenly. The last thing she needed was to make it obvious that the princes hair was cut.

"Mother?" he asked.

"Hmm."

"Why do you cut my hair, if it doesn't grow then why do you cut it?" the question had been plaguing him for years. He knew very well that not a strand of Saiyan hair ever grows, it stays the same from birth to death. Sometimes Saiyans would go bald, but their hair would never increase in length.

The queen bit her lower lip, trying to think of the right answer. To be honest she was a terrible liar. "Well, It seems to get in your eyes, I never really hack off enough the first time, so I have to redo it."

Vegeta looked at her as if it were the most stupid answer she could give. If that were really true he would be hairless. He watched as the hair his mother had cut off fell to the ground. To be completely honest he could swear that his hair actually grew. As impossible as it sounded it was the only logical explanation. His hair would be in his eyes, his mother would cut it, then a month later it would be just as long again. It was weird.

The queen smiled as she finished up. If only Vegeta was her own child, not some whores. If only she hadn't been damned not to be able to have children. Although she couldn't complain, she had always treated him like her own son and she would continue too. But still, she felt slightly empty.

Vegeta looked up at his mother. "Mother could I ever make father proud?"

The queen reached forward and hugged him. Since no one was around he didn't protest. "Vegeta, you already do."

Vegeta seriously doubted his mothers words. He felt that until the day he killed his father, the man would never give a damn wether he lived or died.

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Note in this story I've made Vegeta a lot more heartless than he usually is. Mainly because of the fact he's grown up as a prince of Vegeta-sei.

And it's pretty obvious by now that Vegeta renamed Trunks after himself.

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