Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Second Best ❯ One-Shot

I don't own Dragon Ball Z.

Second Best.

I'm not him.

I'm not him, and I won't be.

So stop it.

I know. You hate me.

Can't love me.

Don't you think I know that?!

I'm not perfect. He is. Strong, proud, loyal. Perfect. Like you want me to be. Like you yourself tried to be.

But I'm not him.

I can't go on when all else fails. I can't go on when the world gets trashed. If I lose you, can't I cry? Can't I be sad?

You don't know him.

You don't know me.

Do you even know yourself?

Train.

That's all you do. All you want me to do. All you say he did. Well, he had a goal.

To kill.

I have my own goal.

To live.

What's yours? Tell me. So I know to understand you. So I know what to become. So I know what I'm doing wrong. So I know not to cry when you think of him. So I know not to hate you.

I'm your son. But you're not my father. Goku is a father. He was always there for them. Even Krillin is a father. You're not.

You're a hero.

Someone to be worshipped. Honored. Feared.

Like him.

Yes, him.

Not me. I'm not him.

I'm sorry, dad, I'm not that filled with hatred. Does that make me weak? Does that make me fragile? Does that make me defunct?

I guess so. Because to you, I'm second best. I don't know who's first anymore. But it's not me.

I can't be that strong.

I cry.

Will you cry for me if I die?

Or will you go to him?

Your number 1.

I love you, dad.

Don't make me hate you.

Let me be first place just once.

Please.

A/N: first attempt at Trunks angst! o.o be kind! Rewind… and review!