Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ You left your mark on me. ❯ Battle Royale. ( Chapter 26 )
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Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Sci-fi / Romance / Hentai / Adventure / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 02.14.2012 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 271 | Status: Completed
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Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Sci-fi / Romance / Hentai / Adventure / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 02.14.2012 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 271 | Status: Completed
YOU LEFT YOUR MARK ON ME.
CHAPTER 26 – Battle Royale.
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN DRAGONBALL/Z/GT.
ALL CHARACTERS ARE A PRODUCT OF AKIRA TORIYAMA.
This story may contain Nudity, Sexual Themes, Violence/Gore, Strong Language, Ideologically Sensitive.
A/N: -thought- "speech" (mental speech)
Trunks had finally stepped away from his would be family as well as the heavy heated glare of his father, Vegeta. Bulma and her parents had unquestioningly smothered young Trunks with all of the love and affection one of their own deserved. This did not sit well with the saiyan prince at all. His sullen mood had darkened still as the moments ticked by and the boys presence among his mate and her family lengthened.
"Sneaking away in the dead of night are we?" Vegeta asked the youth from the shadows. Trunks had long since noticed his father's ki sometime before making his way outside onto the Capsule Corps grounds.
Trunks halted his escape and turned to face the direction from which the voice had originated. "Umm… Ya caught me, Da-Vegeta." He quickly corrected as to not further aggravate the unstable prince.
"Enough talking. There is only one way to find out if you are truly my son." Vegeta took off into the sky leaving the unspoken order for the young warrior to follow.
Trunks flared his ki and then took off after his father. He had an idea of what the other man had in mind.
Two worried azure orbs watched the two men fly in the direction of the desert. He stomach seemed to harbor all of uneasy feelings. The child she carried picked up on its mother's distress and moved restlessly within its cocoon of warmth and protection. "Be careful." She whispered, but the sound was lost on the wind that blew lazily. Whether the words were a motherly order for Vegeta or words of warning for Trunks she couldn't say. She rubbed her belly to ease the child within.
They landed in the rocky desert outside of West City. Vegeta was first to arrive, but he hadn't beat his son by much. The saiyan men faced each other with their eyes locked in a silent duel. Then Vegeta's ki shot up and he transformed into super saiyan. Trunks echoed his father's transformation. He was almost caught off guard by the nearly unnoticed charge.
Trunks zipped and weaved out of the path of Vegeta's punches as if they were intended misses. Vegeta growled at his wasted efforts. "Stop dodging me like a sissy and fight me!"
"As you wish, FATHER!" Trunks snidely clipped as he caught Vegeta's next punch and squeezed the saiyans fist in his hand.
Vegeta released a ki blast from his enclosed fist blasting them apart from one another. Trunks looked down at his trembling and ki burned hand. Pain was etched into his face. He quickly cleared his mind of all the physical effects of his father's blast and then snarled angrily and phased behind Vegeta bringing clasped hands down on the older saiyans head sending him spiraling to the ground.
Vegeta was buried shallowly inside of a crater as Trunks hovered overhead watching and waiting for any sign from his opponent. Suddenly a ki blast came from the crater and Trunks dodged out of the way just barely missing the impact. Vegeta took this opportunity and used the distracted youth's inexperience against him. He phased behind the boy and pinned his arms behind him in an unlockable embrace. Trunks struggled to get free, but his efforts were futile. "Give it up boy. You may match me in strength, but you will never match my prowess and knowledge of battle strategy."
"I will… not… give… up!" Trunks roared and freed his elbows are his ki engulfed him as it rose. He swiftly brought both of his elbows down and planted them into Vegeta's abdomen.
Vegeta clutched his stomach as he shuddered slightly in pain, but soon the effects of the strike seemed to melt away as quickly as they were administered.
The two powerhouses of unquellable energy dueled and fought until the sun had begun to rise. Both now panted heavily though neither would concede defeat. Trunks charged a rather potent ki attack in his hand and soon he would allow the ki to form into a ball in his palm. He was biding his time for the most opportune moment to release his attack and end the fight. He would win. He had to win to prove he was his father's son.
Trunks shot the ki ball and sent it hurtling toward his father. Trunks confidence bloomed and rose as he watched the ball on its destination for impact. Vegeta's overdeveloped battle honed reflexes aided him at the last possible moment and he shot out his hand and rebuffed the blast sending back in the direction from whence it came.
The blast hit the young saiyan warrior full on and sent him careening into the ground. After the forceful impact with the Earth's surface, Trunks lay there unmoving and unable to get up. He stared blankly at the sky above watching the clouds pass overhead. Pain raced throughout his entire body and what hurt most was the terrible sting of defeat. He failed to prove to his father his worth. With that thought he closed his tired eyes in shame.
Vegeta landed next to the young warrior. He tried his best to hide a smirk at the corner of his regal mouth. The boy may have lost the fight, but he had gained so much more, the respect of his father. Pride swelled within him as he looked down at the anger furrowed face of his son.
"Get up, boy!" Vegeta said in a stern tone.
Trunks opened one eye to look up into his father's face and noticed that he was slightly bent at the waist and had his hand extended toward him in a gesture to help him get up. Trunks took his father's hand and stood with some assistance. "I'm sorry that I have failed, Fa-Vegeta." Trunks said as he lowered his eyes to the ground.
Vegeta gripped the youth's shoulder and shook him slightly without jarring his injuries. "Look at me, Trunks! You are a prince! You will behave as such. Do not apologize for defeat. Learn from it." Vegeta spoke as if he was instructing the younger saiyan on royal etiquette.
It was then with a sudden realization that Trunks realized what his father had said. He had proven himself. He looked into his father's face to see him smiling only slightly. He then watched as Vegeta reached inside of his armor to retrieve what looked like two beans. "Here. Take one. Your mother would hill me if she saw you like this."
Trunks took one bean and Vegeta popped the other into his mouth. Soon both were again in perfect health. The only tell that there had been any type of battle was the clothes they wore. They were rumpled and torn and stained with blood.
"Are you ready to return?" Vegeta ask as he began to turn as to head home to Capsule Corps and his mate.
"No. I can't. I have to go back now, to my time. My mother is probably worried sick." Trunks said meekly. He looked at the ground at the mention of his mother. He looked back into his father's face before he spoke again. "Tell Bulma, my mother in this time that I love her."
Vegeta nodded. "Tell your mother that I think of her and I'm sorry that I couldn't be there for her."
With their goodbyes said both men departed and headed their opposite ways.
Vegeta landed at the gravity room and went in to shower and change his clothes. Bulma would have a fit if she saw him in his current condition. He soon exited the GR and flew up to his and his mates balcony and enter though the doors. He lay down beside his woman and pressed his body against her back.
"Where's Trunks?" Came her half awake half asleep question.
"Gone. Back to his time." He spoke blandly.
Her body tensed and she moved to get up, but found herself restrained and eased back onto the mattress. "Gone, but-"
He rubbed her back and traced his fingers over to her abdomen. Then he began to rub her stomach in a comforting gesture. "Don't worry you'll see him again. Soon." He whispered softly into her ear.
*END*
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CHAPTER 26 – Battle Royale.
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN DRAGONBALL/Z/GT.
ALL CHARACTERS ARE A PRODUCT OF AKIRA TORIYAMA.
This story may contain Nudity, Sexual Themes, Violence/Gore, Strong Language, Ideologically Sensitive.
A/N: -thought- "speech" (mental speech)
Trunks had finally stepped away from his would be family as well as the heavy heated glare of his father, Vegeta. Bulma and her parents had unquestioningly smothered young Trunks with all of the love and affection one of their own deserved. This did not sit well with the saiyan prince at all. His sullen mood had darkened still as the moments ticked by and the boys presence among his mate and her family lengthened.
"Sneaking away in the dead of night are we?" Vegeta asked the youth from the shadows. Trunks had long since noticed his father's ki sometime before making his way outside onto the Capsule Corps grounds.
Trunks halted his escape and turned to face the direction from which the voice had originated. "Umm… Ya caught me, Da-Vegeta." He quickly corrected as to not further aggravate the unstable prince.
"Enough talking. There is only one way to find out if you are truly my son." Vegeta took off into the sky leaving the unspoken order for the young warrior to follow.
Trunks flared his ki and then took off after his father. He had an idea of what the other man had in mind.
Two worried azure orbs watched the two men fly in the direction of the desert. He stomach seemed to harbor all of uneasy feelings. The child she carried picked up on its mother's distress and moved restlessly within its cocoon of warmth and protection. "Be careful." She whispered, but the sound was lost on the wind that blew lazily. Whether the words were a motherly order for Vegeta or words of warning for Trunks she couldn't say. She rubbed her belly to ease the child within.
They landed in the rocky desert outside of West City. Vegeta was first to arrive, but he hadn't beat his son by much. The saiyan men faced each other with their eyes locked in a silent duel. Then Vegeta's ki shot up and he transformed into super saiyan. Trunks echoed his father's transformation. He was almost caught off guard by the nearly unnoticed charge.
Trunks zipped and weaved out of the path of Vegeta's punches as if they were intended misses. Vegeta growled at his wasted efforts. "Stop dodging me like a sissy and fight me!"
"As you wish, FATHER!" Trunks snidely clipped as he caught Vegeta's next punch and squeezed the saiyans fist in his hand.
Vegeta released a ki blast from his enclosed fist blasting them apart from one another. Trunks looked down at his trembling and ki burned hand. Pain was etched into his face. He quickly cleared his mind of all the physical effects of his father's blast and then snarled angrily and phased behind Vegeta bringing clasped hands down on the older saiyans head sending him spiraling to the ground.
Vegeta was buried shallowly inside of a crater as Trunks hovered overhead watching and waiting for any sign from his opponent. Suddenly a ki blast came from the crater and Trunks dodged out of the way just barely missing the impact. Vegeta took this opportunity and used the distracted youth's inexperience against him. He phased behind the boy and pinned his arms behind him in an unlockable embrace. Trunks struggled to get free, but his efforts were futile. "Give it up boy. You may match me in strength, but you will never match my prowess and knowledge of battle strategy."
"I will… not… give… up!" Trunks roared and freed his elbows are his ki engulfed him as it rose. He swiftly brought both of his elbows down and planted them into Vegeta's abdomen.
Vegeta clutched his stomach as he shuddered slightly in pain, but soon the effects of the strike seemed to melt away as quickly as they were administered.
The two powerhouses of unquellable energy dueled and fought until the sun had begun to rise. Both now panted heavily though neither would concede defeat. Trunks charged a rather potent ki attack in his hand and soon he would allow the ki to form into a ball in his palm. He was biding his time for the most opportune moment to release his attack and end the fight. He would win. He had to win to prove he was his father's son.
Trunks shot the ki ball and sent it hurtling toward his father. Trunks confidence bloomed and rose as he watched the ball on its destination for impact. Vegeta's overdeveloped battle honed reflexes aided him at the last possible moment and he shot out his hand and rebuffed the blast sending back in the direction from whence it came.
The blast hit the young saiyan warrior full on and sent him careening into the ground. After the forceful impact with the Earth's surface, Trunks lay there unmoving and unable to get up. He stared blankly at the sky above watching the clouds pass overhead. Pain raced throughout his entire body and what hurt most was the terrible sting of defeat. He failed to prove to his father his worth. With that thought he closed his tired eyes in shame.
Vegeta landed next to the young warrior. He tried his best to hide a smirk at the corner of his regal mouth. The boy may have lost the fight, but he had gained so much more, the respect of his father. Pride swelled within him as he looked down at the anger furrowed face of his son.
"Get up, boy!" Vegeta said in a stern tone.
Trunks opened one eye to look up into his father's face and noticed that he was slightly bent at the waist and had his hand extended toward him in a gesture to help him get up. Trunks took his father's hand and stood with some assistance. "I'm sorry that I have failed, Fa-Vegeta." Trunks said as he lowered his eyes to the ground.
Vegeta gripped the youth's shoulder and shook him slightly without jarring his injuries. "Look at me, Trunks! You are a prince! You will behave as such. Do not apologize for defeat. Learn from it." Vegeta spoke as if he was instructing the younger saiyan on royal etiquette.
It was then with a sudden realization that Trunks realized what his father had said. He had proven himself. He looked into his father's face to see him smiling only slightly. He then watched as Vegeta reached inside of his armor to retrieve what looked like two beans. "Here. Take one. Your mother would hill me if she saw you like this."
Trunks took one bean and Vegeta popped the other into his mouth. Soon both were again in perfect health. The only tell that there had been any type of battle was the clothes they wore. They were rumpled and torn and stained with blood.
"Are you ready to return?" Vegeta ask as he began to turn as to head home to Capsule Corps and his mate.
"No. I can't. I have to go back now, to my time. My mother is probably worried sick." Trunks said meekly. He looked at the ground at the mention of his mother. He looked back into his father's face before he spoke again. "Tell Bulma, my mother in this time that I love her."
Vegeta nodded. "Tell your mother that I think of her and I'm sorry that I couldn't be there for her."
With their goodbyes said both men departed and headed their opposite ways.
Vegeta landed at the gravity room and went in to shower and change his clothes. Bulma would have a fit if she saw him in his current condition. He soon exited the GR and flew up to his and his mates balcony and enter though the doors. He lay down beside his woman and pressed his body against her back.
"Where's Trunks?" Came her half awake half asleep question.
"Gone. Back to his time." He spoke blandly.
Her body tensed and she moved to get up, but found herself restrained and eased back onto the mattress. "Gone, but-"
He rubbed her back and traced his fingers over to her abdomen. Then he began to rub her stomach in a comforting gesture. "Don't worry you'll see him again. Soon." He whispered softly into her ear.
*END*
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