Been sorta planning this for a while, and I've finally gotten up off of my procrastinating butt and wrote it down. Voilà!
Disclaimer: Don't be jealous of my Super Saiyan Swagger. I don't even own DBZ.
A Father's Promise
My parents have never been what you would call normal.
My mother is the smartest human alive, that's for certain. She's even smarter than Gramps, and that's something to vouch for. She is now the President of Capsule Corporation (which she's already grooming me for), the richest, and as far as I know, the prettiest lady in the whole world, and she's invented far too many amazing things for me to count. Yeah, Mom's pretty awesome.
And my father...
Don't even get me started.
I could go on for hours about my father. Hours and hours and hours. My Dad is one of the coolest people you'll ever meet, even if he comes off as kind of distant at first. My dad doesn't 'coddle me' like he says Mom does. He doesn't really like tucking me into bed or giving me goodnight kisses the way Mom does. To be perfectly honest, I'm glad he doesn't. Dad giving people kisses would be undeniably weird...unless you're talking about Mom, I guess. But even if he doesn't do all the things that most human fathers do with their eight year old kids, we love him just the same.
It's been a little over a month since the big fight with Buu. Sometimes I still can't believe the crazy things that happened. I mean, I fused with another person, and together we're Super Saiyan 3. That's even higher than my Dad can go. It doesn't mean he's not the better fighter, of course; Dad is way more skilled than Goten and I could ever hope to be. But still, that isn't the weirdest thing that happened. Nor is the fact that I was apparently wrapped in bubble gum and eaten, or the fact that I was dead for a couple hours, or even the fact that for at least two hours, I had the same father as Goten.
I guess the weirdest thing about the whole Buu fiasco was when Dad hugged me.
Like I said, my father doesn't coddle, or cuddle. He's not the kind of man that will look at you adoringly and pour his heart out about how much he loves you. My Dad doesn't do that. So when he took me in his arms, tight enough to crush any other being like a twig, it startled me a little bit. That's not to say didn't particularly like it - just because my dad doesn't give hugs doesn't mean I've never wanted them. Thing is, he did it in front of Goten. He did it where people could see him, even though there were only a few of us. It was just...I don't know. It was a happy moment for me, pride and joy swelling in my chest.
But if it means what comes after that, I never want him to hug me again.
I can't even begin to explain what was going on through my head when Goten's dad told me that my Father was dead. It was like the entire Earth had collapsed on top of me. For a second, I couldn't breathe. I couldn't form any type of coherent thought, and I was sure you could hear my heart thudding clear all the way to China. I heard some dull, terrible noise in the background of my hazy thoughts, and it took me a minute to realize that it was the sound of my own screams. Once I got a hold of myself, something primal and angry took over me, something I'd never felt before in my life. Buu, a monstrosity that had no business existing in the first place, had taken my father from me, and I was going to make him pay.
I want to say that it's Goten's fault that things didn't exactly turn out that way, but in retrospect, I think Gotenks is more like me, just a bit more intense. It makes me wonder what Mr. Son and my Dad must've been like when they fused, though from what I hear, they...he...was way more focused than Goten and I.
Either way, Buu was defeated. I was watching the entire thing up in Otherworld, and I gotta say, my Dad is a tank. Whether it was because he was a spirit or not, Dad kept fighting the entire time, never once giving in to the pain. I hope I can be like that someday.
I was in the kitchen, using the microwave to pop multiple bags of popcorn. Using Ki is pretty cool, but I like it better when there's time for the smell to waft into my nose. It's here that Dad finds me, my arms propping up my head on the counter, staring at the rotating plate that is now heating the fifth bag of my movie food. "Yeah?" I asked, turning to face him.
He just blinked at me, his eyes flashing as they scanned the room quickly, as if I wouldn't notice.
I always notice.
"I felt you're Ki spike -" he started.
"The microwave startled me," I interrupted, motioning to it. "I was making popcorn."
My Dad blushed slightly. Prideful as he is, sometimes I can't help thinking that he can be shy in his own way, kind of easily embarrassed. I mentioned it to Mom once, and she just grinned at me, saying something along the lines of...well, duh.
"Oh," was all he said.
Ever since Buu, Dad has rushed to check up on me every time my Ki spikes even a little. Once, Goten's dad used IT to bring him over, and scared the crap out of me. Next thing you know, there's Dad, snarling like a beast at the expected threat. Even though the growling nearly gave me a heart attack, and Goten looked like he was about to faint, Mr. Son didn't seem fazed. He just gave Dad a reassuring pat on the back and a knowing smile, and disappeared a second later. He was gone just in time to avoid the cursing fit Dad unleashed.
"I'm alright, Dad," I said.
He just nodded, somewhat vigorously, as if trying to convince the entire universe that what I said was true. "I know," he said.
But he didn't know. Not really. Or if he did, that knowledge was buried deep in the back of his mind, and it was going to take a lot to dig it up.
"Seriously, Dad," I said, trying to emphasize my point. "Buu's…good, now, and I'm a Super Saiyan. Nothing can hurt me."
A ghost of a smile quirked at his lips for a split second. "Super Saiyans are the strongest beings in the universe," he said.
I grinned. "Yeah, nobody can take us, right Dad?" I dropped into a mock fighting stance and bounced on my toes, just like I'd seen human fighters do on TV, and threw a couple of fake punches. It was enough to cause even the best of human fighters (well, maybe not Krillin) to be crippled for life, but to somebody like me or Dad, it wouldn't have been enough to feel it.
Dad snorted and blocked them easily, his embarrassment forgotten. I gave phony grunts that were laughable compared to the sounds of real fighting effort, and punched harder.
Dad didn't seem to notice the increase.
"Nobody can take us!" I said again, louder. This time, though, it sounded like I was actually trying to convince someone. All the while, my punches started to progressively gain force, and still my Dad looked as if he'd felt nothing.
"NOBODY! RIGHT, DAD?" I yelled, and suddenly I realized that I was about to cry.
He caught the very last, very weak punch instead of blocking it this time, and squatted so he was eye level with me. "Right," he said.
I burst into a fit of tears that would put a toddler to shame, and practically tackled him. Dad grunted softly and nearly stumbled - a big accomplishment, in my opinion - but he didn't drop me.
"Don't ever do that again," I ordered through my sniffling. "Ever. I mean it, Dad."
He nodded, knowing what I was talking about. "Never," he reassured me. "Never, Trunks."
"You should have let me fight!" I snapped angrily, my tears soaking into the shoulder of his dark blue shirt. "We could have done it together! You didn't have to go and kill yourself -"
"Trunks," Dad interrupted. "Trunks, whether or not that worked, I don't regret it. I'd do it again in a heartbeat. I did that for you."
"Maybe I didn't want it," I said, brushing away my tears harshly. My voice caught in my throat, and I almost hiccupped, but I forced it down; this was embarrassing enough already.
Dad frowned. "Perhaps not. But my father did something similar trying to get me back when I was younger than you, and he didn't get to come back. I'm here now; that's all that matters."
"You died, Dad."
He growled low in his throat, pulling back to look at me. "So did you. I did not intend for that to happen. It never will again."
"Next time you'd better let me fight," I said. "And then maybe it won't."
Dad's black eyes gleamed with something akin to amusement, and he smirked at me. "You know I'd fight with you any day, Trunks. I meant what I said."
"I'm proud of you, son."
I quickly wiped the last my tears away again, knowing that crying is for weaklings. "Thanks, Dad."
He only nodded.
"Hey, I smell popcorn!" Mom cried, running into the kitchen suddenly, just as the microwave stopped and gave a loud "ding!". Dad jumped up like he was on fire, and his cheeks were red again.
"I'm going to watch Transformers," I said, almost too quickly as I played along and went to put another bag in the microwave. "Want to watch with me?"
"Oh, sure, Trunks. I love that movie!" Mom grinned and started getting out more bowls for the popcorn. "Do you want to watch too, Vegeta?"
Dad shook his head and spun on his heel, heading for the door. "No."
"There's extra Parmesan cheese, Dad," I called after him.
He paused, just barely glancing back at us. "When?" he asked finally.
I smiled. Parmesan is his favorite. "Soon as the rest of these are done."
Dad gave a curt nod and left, but headed for the Rec Center instead of the GR.
Mom chuckled. "That man," she said, shaking her head.
"What?" I asked, dumping a huge pile of cheese on the popcorn.
"You know, Trunks," she said, as if ignoring the question, "When I was sixteen years old, I was on a mission. I was going to gather the Dragon Balls and wish for something that I just couldn't seem to get on my own."
"What was it?" I asked.
"I was going to wish for my perfect man. That, as you can probably guess, didn't happen, but after I found Yamcha," I wrinkled my nose, "I really thought that maybe I had done it on my own. I was happy for the longest time with him, but something never seemed to click just right. I guess I didn't really notice it until your father came here." She smiled again. "Your Dad and I, we always clicked. Maybe not in the exact ways that I expected, but we clicked."
I was silent for a moment. Then I said, "No offense, but that sounds like a really stupid wish, Mom."
She laughed and ruffled my hair, taking the now half empty Parmesan can away from me. "It was. Can't help but wonder if he'd have landed in front of me though. You have to be careful about things you wish for, Trunks."
"I doubt it, Mom," I said. "Nobody's perfect. Shenron probably wouldn't have been able to grant it."
"Hm," she said, picking up a few bowls now filled to the brim and nearly overflowing with buttery, cheesy kernels. "Maybe. But he's perfect for me. Everyone's got flaws, that's true. But we love them anyway, right Kiddo?"
I've decided long ago that I agree with Dad. Females are an enigma. And they are possibly the most random creatures ever.
"Right," I said, just because she was expecting an answer.
"Trunks," Mom said, suddenly sounding worried. "Your eyes are a little red."
I swallowed and blinked. "I just..."
"He won't leave us, Trunks," she said.
I looked up sharply as we walked. "How did -"
"I'm your mother. I know everything."
"Everything?" I said nervously.
"Well," Mom smiled. "Almost."
I honestly didn't know how to respond to that.
We ended up watching more than just Transformers, and sometime around midnight, I vaguely felt Dad pick me up and carry me to my room. He laid me on my side in my bed, and I shifted slightly, still half-asleep. I could practically feel my father staring at me, as if contemplating something. Mom chuckled somewhere to his right, and I felt her pull the covers up to my chin.
"It wouldn't kill you to tuck him in, you know," she says, quietly as to not wake me.
He snorted softly. "He's a Saiyan Warrior, a Prince. He needs no 'tucking in'."
"Hm," she said, and kissed his cheek. There was a heavy pause, during which I found myself struggling to keep my Ki low and my breathing steady. Then Mom said, "He's still really upset."
A sigh. "I know."
"You need to talk to him about this. Like, really talk to him."
"What am I supposed to say?"
I peeked one eye open, just enough to do so without being caught, and saw Dad running his fingers through his hair.
"Just tell him you love him, Vegeta. That's all."
He shook his head. "You know I -"
"Am the Prince of all Saiyans, and you don't show petty sentiments. I know. But I don't want you to have to worry about...fighting someone again when you haven't hugged your son in years."
A soft growl, so low that Mom probably didn't even hear it. "That will not happen again."
"I mean it, Onna. I will never be beaten so easily again."
She chuckled and took his hand. "Easily? You? I doubt it. Goku said you were like a freaking tank out there."
"As if I care what that clown thinks of me."
"Of course not." More pauses. "I heard you talking to the people of Earth. That was very brave."
"I am not afraid to speak to a crowd, Woman. I'm a Prince." Yeah, that's true. It's speaking to individuals that Dad has problems with.
"I know. I just meant...after the tournament...I guess that had to take some guts, even if most of them didn't know it was you."
"They didn't even listen to me," Dad scoffed. "Foolish idiots."
I never did find out what happened in the tournament, or how that weird tattoo appeared on Dad's forehead. I don't think I want to know, and my parents aren't very eager to tell me anyway.
"Well," Mom whispered, smoothing a lock of my hair, "you can be pretty intimidating sometimes. I have to say though, that speech was beautiful. You've got a way with words, Prince."
"Hn," he said, and nuzzled her cheek.
"I love you, Vegeta," Mom said, wrapping her arms around his waist, and he kissed her forehead after wrapping his arms around her shoulders. "No matter what, I love you."
"Foolish Onna," he murmured, and kissed her again.
A lot of kids think it's gross when they see their parents kissing. Not me. It just serves to tell me that they love each other. I don't really need the assurance, but it's nice, all the same.
"Let's go to bed," she said, turning to leave. Her fingers are still entwined with Dad's, and she doesn't notice that he's not moving until their arms are all the way stretched out.
"Not tonight," he said.
She frowned, and glanced up at the window. "Oh. Alright. Goodnight, Vegeta."
Mom leaves, but Dad stays behind. His arms are folded and he is as still as a statue. I closed my eyes all the way, knowing he was probably staring at me with heavy scrutiny. After what seems like a long time, he let out another soft sigh, and left.
This has been happening a lot since Buu, too. Sometimes I'll hear something in my room, but when I wake up, no one is there. Even as fast as my dad is, there are times when he doesn't shut the door all the way, or leaves something out of place, and even if he doesn't, I always catch his scent.
As for Dad not going to bed at all, this happens sometimes too. Whenever there is a full moon out, my parents put me to bed early, and Dad disappears into some remote corner of CC. They said that full moons turn Saiyans into giant apes, but I've never seen one since Dad's tail is gone, as is mine, Goten's, Gohan's, and their dad's. Still, they said that we have to be inside on a full moon. I had never questioned it, but after Buu...
You only live once, right? I mean, sure, I've lived twice, but seriously, there are a lot of things I want to do before I die again. Being in Otherworld can change your outlook on life quite a lot.
So, without another thought, I jumped out of bed and crept into the hallway, tiptoed down the stairs, and into one of the living rooms. I sniffed the air, and caught Dad's scent easily; Saiyan scents were much stronger than humans, and this scent was fresh.
I passed one of the larger windows as I tracked it; even though Dad's Ki was flowing in a naturally steady frequency, I wanted to know where he had been, too. As I did so, bright moonlight fell on me, and I looked up.
The full moon, probably the first I had ever really seen, shown back at me in the dark sky, as bright as the sun.
Instantly, something in me snapped, and I cringed in pain. My ears, gums, and joints ached with a horrible burning pain, and when I rushed to a mirror to look for blood, I gasped.
My muscle mass had increased; I was seemed to be taller, older. My ears had somehow shifted to a point at the tips, like something out of a fairy tale book, and when my mouth fell open, I realized that my canines had sharpened into gleaming fangs. But what scared me the most was the fact that my previously blue eyes had become blood-red. For a minute, my pupils had entirely disappeared, the red taking up every bit of my eyes, pulsing slowly. It was dull and bright at the same time, and the longer I watched, the smaller it seemed to grow. Eventually, the red began to filter into just my pupils, draining away in gagged red streaks until it was all gone, the only thing left being that my eyes looked like they did when I was Super, only much brighter. I stared at myself, stunned at the bright glowing teal that seemed...magical. It was beautiful and feral at the same time, and though the rest of me still ached, the pain all but faded as awe and curiosity overpowered it.
Then I realized something else; my Ki had jumped drastically, and Dad hadn't come running.
Curiosity now gnawed at me heavily, and I immediately sought out my father. I found him in the family room, the one with the balcony, and he was leaning on the railing as he gazed up at the moon.
"Dad?" I asked.
I knew he'd sensed me, but he whirled just the same, his eyebrows raised. "Trunks," he said.
I gasped again. It was one thing seeing myself look like...whatever it was I looked like, but it was something else seeing Dad like that. For a second, I was frozen with a combination of fear and awe, he looked so amazing. His eyes had more of a greenish tint, maybe because his eyes are black, and his fangs were way sharper than mine. His muscle size also seemed to have increased, and his voice sounded deep and guttural, almost like a growl.
"What's going on?" I finally asked.
Dad glanced up at the sky briefly, then back at me. "The full moon," he said. "It still has its effect on Saiyans, tailless or not."
"Oh," I said, swallowing. In the process, I almost bit my tongue, and I hissed without thinking about it. Blinking at the sound I'd just made, I licked my new teeth carefully. "Why didn't you let me come out before then, if we don't turn into giant apes?"
Dad's already glowing eyes flashed as his gaze snapped back to me, and I almost flinched. "Do you feel the same right now, son?"
I blinked at the question, and realized that no, I didn't. I felt hungry and restless, like I wanted to run as fast as I could and fight the hardest I could, to the best of my ability. "No."
"Your Saiyan blood is making your instincts awaken. This is why we don't want you out. It's easy to lose control without proper training."
"You could have taught me," I pointed out.
Dad turned back to the moon, and his lip curled up over his fangs with distaste. "It's been years and I still don't have it down perfectly. It's irritating."
I nodded. "Mom said you could control the Ozaru."
"And Goten's dad can't."
He smirked. "No, he can't."
"So...what's different about this?"
Dad snarled suddenly, and his grip on the railing tightened, his other fist clenched tightly. "I don't know. This form is strange to me. It makes me agitated."
I shrugged and went to stand beside him, propping my elbows up on the rail. "It hurts a little bit," I said. "It hurt a lot at first, actually."
"But afterwards, this is kinda cool. I mean, look!" I opened my mouth and poked one of my newly acquired fangs. "Check it out! How awesome is that?"
Dad stared at me for a second, then he chuckled. "Come here, brat," he said. I obeyed, and he put a big hand on top of my head. "This is a one and a lifetime chance, Trunks," he said. "I'm giving you authority to break curfew."
My face lit up. "For real? How bad?"
"We're going to make it bleed without mercy."
"Awesome! What are we going to do?"
Dad squatted down in front of me and looked me in the eye. His movements are even more fluid than usual, almost impossibly so. "I'm gonna teach you how to take down a T-Rex with your bare hands, without powers, the Saiyan way."
I nodded excitedly. My father had never taken me hunting before, and I was more than excited to go. Such an adventure promised to be nothing short of amazing.
"Right now?" I asked.
He nodded. "Right now. Come, before your mother wakes up." Dad stood up then, getting a distant look in his eyes as he gazed far beyond the city. As if on its own, his body crouched ever so slightly, one hand on the rail and one foot just barely pushing him off the balcony. I blinked, and suddenly, he moved, leaping over the edge. I followed eagerly, our eyes flashing as we flew. Something predatory washed over my senses, and a feral, savage grin stretched over my lips.
Hours later, after I had eaten my first Ki-fried dinosaur, a heavy yawn escaped my mouth. The moon had started to disappear under the west horizon, and the very first rays of sunlight were slowly starting to peek over the east. I felt a dull ache in my ears and mouth, and my joints ached too. Dad shifted beside me and rolled his shoulders, popping his own joints as his body shrank slightly. I yawned again and leaned against him, my eyes drifting shut. Dad looked at me once, and without another word, picked me up and flew home.
I was out cold until I felt my soft mattress underneath me, and covers pulled up to my chin. Dad brushed the bangs out of my eyes gently, and I could feel his dark eyes on my face. "I'll never leave you again, Trunks," he said softly. "I'll never let anything hurt you ever again. I swear it." He looked at me for a little while longer, his fingers in my hair, before he stood up and left silently.
I know it's as close to an "I love you" as I'm probably ever going to get. But you know what? That's okay. It was good enough for me.
I opened my eyes halfway and watched his disappearing figure. "I love you too, Dad," I whispered.
He paused for a minute, as if he'd heard me, then continued down the hall without replying.
I smiled into my pillow, turning away from the gentle sunlight now pouring in through the window.
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