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Fanfic: Wieso kannst du nicht stolz auf mich sein?
Chapter: Why can't you be proud of me
I put a similar story in here under Pan87 ... so it's about vegeta and trunks ... but read for yourself.
“Trunks, you hit like a girl!” In a flash he turned around when he heard his father's voice behind him. He had been training in gravity, hitting dummies his mother had designed specifically for his training, when his father's voice broke his concentration. Vegeta stood at the door, arms crossed and a grin on his face. Trunks looked at him, unable to say anything. He had tried so hard! But basically it didn't matter what he did. His father always felt it was wrong and always found a mistake in his doing. "What is it? Why are you staring like that?" Trunks averted his gaze from him. "I..i..i .." he stuttered, wanted to say something, to justify himself. But Vegeta didn't want to hear it. He turned and closed the door. Ok, then not, Father, Trunks said in his mind. He checked his watch: just before one.It should be noon soon. He decided to stop training for today. Although he was reluctant to admit it, his father's reviews offended him pretty badly.
He switched off the gravity system and left the room ...
“There will be food in a moment, honey!” His mother called after him as he strode up the stairs to his room. He nodded briefly to her, then disappeared upstairs, got some fresh things from his closet, a towel and went towards the belt. Perhaps a cold shower might make him think differently. He saw it too seriously anyway, besides: maybe his father was right and he really hit like a girl and maybe he really wasn't worth being a Saiyajin, as Vegeta always used to say. The cold water pelted his bare skin. It felt nice and comfortable and actually made him forget Vegeta's words ...
When he arrived in the dining room freshly showered, his parents were already sitting at the table.He had put on one of his favorite t-shirts, the one Goten had given him for his birthday. A black one with a big, silver T on it. Sometimes, if you looked closely, it seemed like the T was glittering. Especially in the sunlight ... "What kind of thing?" Vegeta looked at Trunks and pointed with his finger at his T-shirt. "It's terrible ... That you are not embarrassed ..." He shook his head in disbelief, then turned back to the food, stuffing one fork after the other into his mouth. Trunks stopped dead in place. There we go again! And again he found something in me that didn't suit him. Can I never please him? "If I may remind you, Vegeta, you've often had fashionable missteps. May I remind you of the pink shirt and yellow trousers?" came to earth) Bulma intervened in defense of her son. "So if I were you, I'd rather not open my mouth that wide ... And Trunks, don't stand there like that or do you need an extra invitation?The food is getting cold ... "" Uh .. yes mother! "Trunks started moving and took a seat at the chair next to his father. Vegeta grumbled something about being a stupid woman, what do you know? But then he was silent too. The meal was silent. Now and then Bulma asked a question but mostly only with a nod or a short yes / no / maybe answered. So she gave up. It was the same every time. Vegeta just couldn't help criticizing his son. But Bulma let him, only intervened when it got really hard. It was his way of bringing up something and she couldn't change anything about it. Vegeta was damn stubborn, telling him anything was pointless.
Vegeta rose. "Are you finished?" Asked Bulma. He muttered an insulted yes to her. How dare she talk to him like that ?! “What about your plate?” She continued.
"What should be with it?"
"Well, it won't clear itself away by itself .."
He grinned at her, took his chance: "You are responsible for that, woman!Bulma jumped up in a rage. "I beg your pardon? I can see that the fine Mr. Saiyajin prince doesn't want to get his fingers dirty ... Well, you'll be me ... "The ringing of the phone silenced her. Angry, she walked past her husband, putting on her coldest look. "We'll talk later! "The only thing he had to say about it was the grin, which seemed to get bigger and bigger." Trunks, you put that away. Maybe you are at least good for it, if you don’t bring it to Schöagen .... "He looked at his son and had to admit that he was enjoying his shocked face. Trunks was silent. But when his father tried to disappear, he said: "Why can't you be proud of me, father? "His tone was calm, he tried to stay calm. Vegeta turned around." Don't cry, you creep. I have to tell you what you're doing wrong. "
"........."
From the living room they could hear Bulma saying loudly and upset: "This is such a macho pig, ChiChi.Just be glad that yours isn't like that too ... It won't be long and I'll kick him out ... "But that didn't interest Vegeta at the moment. Much more he wanted to use the chance to help his son in his own way and way of making it clear WHO is the best here.
"You know, it's like that ..." he began. "In my family we were all very strong, each of us. And the following generations should be like that too ... But you ... don't get me wrong now, but you are a weakling, a creep, you let yourself go from your own Defend mother .. I'm just ashamed of you! "Waiting for his son's reaction, he looked deep into his eyes with a provocative smile to top it all off. He knew himself that it was pretty hard what he had just said. But better if he finds out ...
Trunks looked at the floor in confusion, then rose and walked towards his father. When Vegeta saw the anger in his eyes, he was a little bit afraid.He had never seen his son like this before. "Do you actually know, father, that I've been trying to please you since I was born? Do you know that? And did you ever notice what you did to me with your statements each time?" He came closer and closer ... "Me tried to reasonably talk to you about it, but it doesn't seem to make much sense! ... "he spoke slowly, tried to suppress the anger in his voice as much as possible, but it couldn't be ignored. "You are having a good time here with us, making a fool of a family man, but in reality, in reality mother is just a little pastime for you, isn't it? Just one thing you can have fun with whenever you want you feel like it. Or FATHER? And I .. I'm probably the biggest mistake of your life. "He looked at Vegeta and deep down he felt a desire to just punch this Saiyajin! Instead of apologizing, Vegeta went one better: "You're not that stupid, you actually got it!Your mother wanted me to move in here. Well, and if I already have the opportunity ... Who could have guessed that YOU would be created in the process? "
Trunk's eyes widened. He felt a deep horror. So there was the bastard too! Nonetheless, he remained calm, or at least tried. Vegeta hadn't really meant what he had said. But curiosity about how Trunks would react drove him to this statement.
"I tell you!" Trunks continued as he came closer and closer to him. Vegeta was surprised to see that he had taken a few steps back. "But .. if you never really loved me or my mother, what are you doing here, in our house? Get out! I don't want to see your face here, understand? You're just making me sick, Vegeta and me I'm ashamed that I ever called you father! You don't deserve to be loved, you scum. And now, FINALLY, AAAAAAB !!!!!! "Trunks reached out and hit Vegeta in the face with his fist.It was good for him, it was like a relief, everything that had built up had partly disappeared. He let out a deep breath, then looked at Vegeta. He rubbed his cheek, there was blood on his fingers. The grin had faded from his face, but now Trunks smiled.
Satisfied, but still in a rage, he left the kitchen. Finally, finally, he had got what he should have gotten for a long time, that bastard from father. Maybe he'd get it now ... Vegeta watched his son go while he was still rubbing his cheek and feeling the wound. The boy had to endure his insults for 17 years, no wonder he freaks out like that. The punch had also hit ... While Vegeta thought about his son's words, about the past time, he said what Trunks had been waiting for all his life, what he had hoped for 17 long years. He said it softly, barely audible, but he said it:
"I'm proud of you, my son!"
end
so, hope you like it and comments would be nice ^^
“Trunks, you hit like a girl!” In a flash he turned around when he heard his father's voice behind him. He had been training in gravity, hitting dummies his mother had designed specifically for his training, when his father's voice broke his concentration. Vegeta stood at the door, arms crossed and a grin on his face. Trunks looked at him, unable to say anything. He had tried so hard! But basically it didn't matter what he did. His father always felt it was wrong and always found a mistake in his doing. "What is it? Why are you staring like that?" Trunks averted his gaze from him. "I..i..i .." he stuttered, wanted to say something, to justify himself. But Vegeta didn't want to hear it. He turned and closed the door. Ok, then not, Father, Trunks said in his mind. He checked his watch: just before one.It should be noon soon. He decided to stop training for today. Although he was reluctant to admit it, his father's reviews offended him pretty badly.
He switched off the gravity system and left the room ...
“There will be food in a moment, honey!” His mother called after him as he strode up the stairs to his room. He nodded briefly to her, then disappeared upstairs, got some fresh things from his closet, a towel and went towards the belt. Perhaps a cold shower might make him think differently. He saw it too seriously anyway, besides: maybe his father was right and he really hit like a girl and maybe he really wasn't worth being a Saiyajin, as Vegeta always used to say. The cold water pelted his bare skin. It felt nice and comfortable and actually made him forget Vegeta's words ...
When he arrived in the dining room freshly showered, his parents were already sitting at the table.He had put on one of his favorite t-shirts, the one Goten had given him for his birthday. A black one with a big, silver T on it. Sometimes, if you looked closely, it seemed like the T was glittering. Especially in the sunlight ... "What kind of thing?" Vegeta looked at Trunks and pointed with his finger at his T-shirt. "It's terrible ... That you are not embarrassed ..." He shook his head in disbelief, then turned back to the food, stuffing one fork after the other into his mouth. Trunks stopped dead in place. There we go again! And again he found something in me that didn't suit him. Can I never please him? "If I may remind you, Vegeta, you've often had fashionable missteps. May I remind you of the pink shirt and yellow trousers?" came to earth) Bulma intervened in defense of her son. "So if I were you, I'd rather not open my mouth that wide ... And Trunks, don't stand there like that or do you need an extra invitation?The food is getting cold ... "" Uh .. yes mother! "Trunks started moving and took a seat at the chair next to his father. Vegeta grumbled something about being a stupid woman, what do you know? But then he was silent too. The meal was silent. Now and then Bulma asked a question but mostly only with a nod or a short yes / no / maybe answered. So she gave up. It was the same every time. Vegeta just couldn't help criticizing his son. But Bulma let him, only intervened when it got really hard. It was his way of bringing up something and she couldn't change anything about it. Vegeta was damn stubborn, telling him anything was pointless.
Vegeta rose. "Are you finished?" Asked Bulma. He muttered an insulted yes to her. How dare she talk to him like that ?! “What about your plate?” She continued.
"What should be with it?"
"Well, it won't clear itself away by itself .."
He grinned at her, took his chance: "You are responsible for that, woman!Bulma jumped up in a rage. "I beg your pardon? I can see that the fine Mr. Saiyajin prince doesn't want to get his fingers dirty ... Well, you'll be me ... "The ringing of the phone silenced her. Angry, she walked past her husband, putting on her coldest look. "We'll talk later! "The only thing he had to say about it was the grin, which seemed to get bigger and bigger." Trunks, you put that away. Maybe you are at least good for it, if you don’t bring it to Schöagen .... "He looked at his son and had to admit that he was enjoying his shocked face. Trunks was silent. But when his father tried to disappear, he said: "Why can't you be proud of me, father? "His tone was calm, he tried to stay calm. Vegeta turned around." Don't cry, you creep. I have to tell you what you're doing wrong. "
"........."
From the living room they could hear Bulma saying loudly and upset: "This is such a macho pig, ChiChi.Just be glad that yours isn't like that too ... It won't be long and I'll kick him out ... "But that didn't interest Vegeta at the moment. Much more he wanted to use the chance to help his son in his own way and way of making it clear WHO is the best here.
"You know, it's like that ..." he began. "In my family we were all very strong, each of us. And the following generations should be like that too ... But you ... don't get me wrong now, but you are a weakling, a creep, you let yourself go from your own Defend mother .. I'm just ashamed of you! "Waiting for his son's reaction, he looked deep into his eyes with a provocative smile to top it all off. He knew himself that it was pretty hard what he had just said. But better if he finds out ...
Trunks looked at the floor in confusion, then rose and walked towards his father. When Vegeta saw the anger in his eyes, he was a little bit afraid.He had never seen his son like this before. "Do you actually know, father, that I've been trying to please you since I was born? Do you know that? And did you ever notice what you did to me with your statements each time?" He came closer and closer ... "Me tried to reasonably talk to you about it, but it doesn't seem to make much sense! ... "he spoke slowly, tried to suppress the anger in his voice as much as possible, but it couldn't be ignored. "You are having a good time here with us, making a fool of a family man, but in reality, in reality mother is just a little pastime for you, isn't it? Just one thing you can have fun with whenever you want you feel like it. Or FATHER? And I .. I'm probably the biggest mistake of your life. "He looked at Vegeta and deep down he felt a desire to just punch this Saiyajin! Instead of apologizing, Vegeta went one better: "You're not that stupid, you actually got it!Your mother wanted me to move in here. Well, and if I already have the opportunity ... Who could have guessed that YOU would be created in the process? "
Trunk's eyes widened. He felt a deep horror. So there was the bastard too! Nonetheless, he remained calm, or at least tried. Vegeta hadn't really meant what he had said. But curiosity about how Trunks would react drove him to this statement.
"I tell you!" Trunks continued as he came closer and closer to him. Vegeta was surprised to see that he had taken a few steps back. "But .. if you never really loved me or my mother, what are you doing here, in our house? Get out! I don't want to see your face here, understand? You're just making me sick, Vegeta and me I'm ashamed that I ever called you father! You don't deserve to be loved, you scum. And now, FINALLY, AAAAAAB !!!!!! "Trunks reached out and hit Vegeta in the face with his fist.It was good for him, it was like a relief, everything that had built up had partly disappeared. He let out a deep breath, then looked at Vegeta. He rubbed his cheek, there was blood on his fingers. The grin had faded from his face, but now Trunks smiled.
Satisfied, but still in a rage, he left the kitchen. Finally, finally, he had got what he should have gotten for a long time, that bastard from father. Maybe he'd get it now ... Vegeta watched his son go while he was still rubbing his cheek and feeling the wound. The boy had to endure his insults for 17 years, no wonder he freaks out like that. The punch had also hit ... While Vegeta thought about his son's words, about the past time, he said what Trunks had been waiting for all his life, what he had hoped for 17 long years. He said it softly, barely audible, but he said it:
"I'm proud of you, my son!"
end
so, hope you like it and comments would be nice ^^