Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Little Warriors All Grown up ❯ Chapter 42 ( Chapter 43 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Disclaimer: DBZ and its characters belong to Akira Toriyama!

~-Z-~

"I- I think you should go talk to him," she finally spoke after their cries quietened down.

"Mu-" he was cut short when she placed a finger on his lips.

"Go talk to him, you need to sort this out now," she spoke sternly. "I'll talk to Goten when he comes home."

He broke away from his mother, looking towards the stairs.

"Don't worry, if anything, I don't think he's that mad at you for being..." she spoke quietly. "Funny thing is he told me one time that being gay isn't as taboo as it is here. Apparently there are a lot of Saiyans who mated with the same sex,"

Trunks just nodded in reply, still eyeing the staircase.

"If anything, he's mad because of the same reasons as I am," she lastly spoke, patting her son on the shoulder.

"I'd suggest you fix your mistakes. I wouldn't want to know what could happen if you left it alone this time. I don't think I can help you this time either," her voice was monotone.

"Perhaps afterwards we could have a private chat too? I would like to know the full story through your own words."

Trunks whimpered when he felt the loss of heat of his mother. He watched as she walked down the stairs. He sighed, running a hand through his head. He turned around abruptly, fisting the wall, banging his head against it too. His shoulders shook as his mind raced through all the things that just happened mere minutes ago.

-How did it end up like this? Why did it have to be so hard?- He kept questioning himself. He eyed the staircase once more, feeling hot tears slide down his already warm cheeks.

"I suggest you fix your mistakes." The words rang through his mind. He couldn't help but think of Goten in the time of need. He envied the boy suddenly. Goten sure had it easy. His parents welcomed it in open arms, even Chi-Chi. But he didn't envy Goten for what he was going to go through once he got home. That seemed to be all that he needed. That bit of knowledge to finally pull away from the wall and take a step towards the staircase.

-I have come this far. We have come this far. Even though we agreed we'd tell Vegeta together, I can do this on my own. I am his son. I am the son of a Prince. I was once legendary as well. I am going to be the next Capsule Corp. president. If I don't start taking action for my pitiful mistakes and weaknesses, then I won't ever. This is it.-

"You can do this, Trunks," he spoke to himself, taking another step forward.

His feet felt heavy as he headed towards his doom. He chuckled darkly at that thought. –Doom. Yeah, pretty much explains it in a nutshell.- His fist banged against the door, telling his father he wanted to enter. Not long the machine stopped and the door opened. He closed his eyes tightly, taking in a deep breath, calming himself before hell was going to break loose.

Once inside, the door closed; revealing his father to him. He saw the anger in his eyes. He saw the blonde hair and the teal eyes. He shivered in anticipation. He knew the only way he was going to get through his father was to fight. His father was never the one for sugar coating the truth. He raised his own ki; gold aura flashing around him as his own hair and eyes turned the colours of his father's. Vegeta smirked, he had to hand it to Trunks, the boy knew him well.

Trunks was the first to make a move. He aimed for Vegeta's face, wanting to wipe off the smirk that still remained once he missed.

Punches and kicks were thrown, all of which were missed. Trunks couldn't help but get annoyed as the silent treatment went on. He was about to yell until he was caught off guard. Vegeta kicked him in the gut, making Trunks fall bent double, clutching his stomach.

"Fight like a man!" Vegeta snarled, kicking Trunks over to his side.

"I'm not a sissy," Trunks retorted, still breathing heavily.

"That's not what you just told your mother mere minutes ago!" Vegeta shouted.

"Being gay and being a wuss is two different things!" Trunks shot back, sitting up to stare into his father's eyes.

"But apparently you're both,"

"I may be gay, but I am not a wuss. I am your SON for kami's sake! I know how to fight like a man!"

Vegeta snarled, grabbing Trunks by the hair, lifting him into the air. Trunks cried out, wincing as he felt strands of hair pull his skin.

"Right at this moment you are NOT my son. You have lost my trust!" Vegeta spat, dropping Trunks to the floor and walking to the centre of the room.

"I didn't even know I had it to begin with," Trunks finally spoke, watching his father warily. "You never showed that you cared. I mean, I get it, I know why. But there is a difference between showing you care and showing me that you are at least proud of the small things that I have done so far."

Vegeta still stayed silent, fiddling with the buttons on the machine.

"I was a good kid. I always looked up to you. I made sure my grades were high. Sure, I might have slipped and stopped training as much. I may have changed, but that never stopped me from being who I was before,"

"And your point being?" Vegeta finally asked.

"Even though I have moved on, even though I have grown up, I still let you walk over me. I still let you push me to my limits when we train. You know what, I admit, I like it when you train me. No one can kick me as hard and tell me to start again. No one can bury me so low in blood and pain. But the thing I fucking hate the most is when you look me in the eye and tell me I am not good enough; that I am still weak. That no matter what I do in your eyes, I won't ever be good enough," Trunks finally stood, still a small gold aura surrounding him.

"Of all the years you've stayed, you still never considered to even say ONCE that you are proud of me. It disgusts me!" Trunks snarled, walking closer to his father. Vegeta was quick to take action, flying a punch into Trunks' face. Trunks was quick enough to dodge and catch the next hand that was flying his way.

"And you think it doesn't disgust me now that you're telling me that I lost your trust! Trust I didn't even know I had to begin with!" Trunks yelled, finally landing a blow on Vegeta's shoulder. Vegeta screamed out, taking it up on another level. The speed increased as the fight went on. Vegeta was starting to lose his cool. He didn't know how much he could last. The words stung him more than he had yet to realise.

"Why don't you speak? Be a prince and speak to me. You have much to say when it involves Goku... But why? Just why once it involves me you have NOTHING to say!" Trunks yelled, blowing another punch.

Vegeta screamed, electricity sparking around him. "Shut your mouth, boy! I have heard enough of your pitiful trash! I won't give you pity!"

"Pity! Trash! I am speaking the truth!"

"Then let's get to what really matters. You fell so low to end up mating with your pathetic friend! The son of my rival!" Vegeta knew he wasn't speaking the right words.

"My pathetic friend has a name! His name is GOTEN. And he is not my friend!" Trunks snarled, bearing his teeth as he raised his ki even higher. "He is my boyfriend. And, whether you like it or not, you'll have to accept both of us!"

Vegeta growled, lunging once more towards Trunks. "And who said I don't accept him for who he is? You are both morons!"

"Morons! You dig that low to call your son a moron!"

"You're a moron for not trusting me!" Vegeta finally shouted, punching Trunks' face, making him fly into the wall.

"Why didn't you come to me! You're mother asked the questions that lingered not just in her mind, but my own! Why didn't you even bother to come to me! What did you think! I would kill my own son just because he bends the other way!"

Trunks stared at his father through his half lidded eye. He tasted blood in his mouth. He felt his jaw sting with pain. And yet, he couldn't believe what Vegeta was saying to him.

"Do you really need to be told that I am proud of you!" Vegeta asked, fisting his hands. "I thought you knew me better than that boy!"

Trunks gulped when he saw Vegeta walk his way. He quickly stumbled to his feet, trying to guard himself.

"I would have thought you knew more of my heritage than that!" He growled once more, grabbing the bloodied shirt of Trunks. "And yet, you still hid like a moron. Like a wuss,"

Trunks growled, starting a small beam in his right hand...

"I would have accepted the fact that you are gay. It may have taken me a long time to get use to the fact that you chose Goten out of all the millions of people on this backwater planet," Vegeta spoke quietly. "But it disgusts me that you didn't bother to place your trust in me; your own father," He dropped Trunks to the ground, instantly breaking the small ki ball that formed in his hand. Trunks winced, his muscles aching once he reached the floor.

"What are you saying? That you don't care if I love my best friend?"

Vegeta turned his back to his son. "What do you think I was saying!" He snarled, wishing his son could take the hint.

Trunks just sat there, watching his father's muscles tremble. He didn't know what to say. What could he say? All the things that his father just said made him even more confused. He never thought in a million years that Vegeta would have been okay with it. He never thought that holding off such a piece of information would have made things worse, like it did right now. Trunks couldn't help but watch his father and think that perhaps he thought too much on the subject. Maybe he never gave Vegeta the credit the man really deserved. Perhaps he was quick to judge.

Trunks bit his swollen lip as he thought back to all the years. Yes, he knew his father had always been there. But his father was never easy on him... which was why he was afraid to mention this to him in the first place. He blinked, realising the sight before him became blurry. He couldn't help but question himself. Yes, perhaps he wasn't giving Vegeta enough credit. He couldn't help but feel slightly bad for not trusting him enough. But there was one thing that he still wondered and sadly it was something he knew his father would never tell him. Did Vegeta possibly feel guilty or responsible for Trunks not being able to trust him enough? To know for sure that Vegeta wouldn't have gotten so mad?

"I'm sor-" Trunks began.

"Don't. I don't need to hear," Vegeta replied sternly, finally turning around to his son.

Trunks stared into his father's eyes. For anyone in the outside world to watch them now wouldn't understand the internal conversation they were having. But to Trunks and Vegeta, this was the most important part of the whole ordeal.

Vegeta nodded, never loosing eye contact. Trunks let out a sigh. The worse was over. Finally. He knew there was much more to discuss with his father. He knew that he would have to begin to earn his trust again. It may seem tough at that moment, but he knew it was needed. He could do this alone. He could earn Vegeta's trust once more. Knowing that his father accepted him for being gay and possibly living for the rest of his life with his best friend, Goten, gave him hope. For once he finally felt at peace. With all things considered, it could have gone worse than this.

"How about round two?" Trunks softly spoke. A small smirk grew on Vegeta's face.

-Z-

"Goten!" Bulma beamed, waving over Goten as he entered the building.

"Hey Bulma!" He beamed cheerfully, placing down his messenger bag into the small locker that was held downstairs.

"I'm so glad I could catch you,"

"Oh, is something up?" Goten furrowed his brows.

"Depends really," she smirked. "Let's just say that I finally get all those little inside jokes from Christmas eh?" Bulma nudged his side, quickly grabbing onto his ear and dragging him up the stairs.

"Wh-what!" Goten stuttered, wincing at the pain of the sharp nails digging into his ear.

"Trunks bit the bullet. Now, if you don't mind, I need some explaining,"

"What!" Goten's voice reached a level not even he knew he could reach.

"Start spilling Goten. I want to hear it all. Full story. Right now," Bulma crossed her arms, facing the young boy when they reached the living room.

"I-I don-" He whimpered.

"Cut the crap. They're in there right now and have been for the last few hours. If you know what's good for you you'll start speaking right now," she pointed towards the hall that leaded to the gravity room.

Goten gulped, running a hand through his hair. After having a splendid day out doing deliveries in warm, sunny weather, he couldn't help but become flustered and confused at the scene h came home to. He couldn't help but wonder how Trunks managed to pull it off like this.

He sighed, looking at Bulma's frown and crossed arms. Like a good boy he is, he knew he better start explaining. He would hate to know what would happen if he dodged this one.

Trunks owed him. But as soon as he felt movements of ki from the gravity room, he couldn't help but let the thought pass him by. No, perhaps Trunks was getting what he deserved after all. He knew Trunks was going to leave the chamber all bloodied.

Bulma raised her eyebrow in anticipation. The silence was killing her. She wanted to know details.

"Well..." Goten gulped. Why did he always have to be the one to explain?

~-Z-~

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