Translation
Vegeta - Leb wohl!
Goodbye my son
Hey guys :)
I've been thinking about writing a short FF for a long time. And when I was thinking about what and about this topic today, I just had to start writing. I hope you like it. It is very short and should only describe this one moment.
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It was a hot and exhausting day. The wind whipped the debris and dust through the air, while the burning midday heat seared people's minds. He just stood there and looked at his fate. Determination was reflected in his eyes and his wounded body prepared for death.
His gaze wandered to the little boy who stood in front of him and looked at him with wide eyes. He hated looking into his expectant eyes while his mind became aware of what would happen in the next few moments. Slowly his face relaxed as he spoke."Trunks. Since you were a baby, I've never hugged you and told you I love my son." he looked briefly at the floor and then at the boy again.
"Come here my son."
In long strides he walked up to the figure in front of him and began to pull him towards him with his strong arms. Completely overwhelmed, the boy looked to the side, ashamed. He was not used to receiving such affection from his father. What had happened? What would happen? He wasn't sure. The uncertainty plagued his young soul as he looked confused into Vegeta's eyes. You could see that his son was feeling uncomfortable.
How strong the little one had become. He was already going through his young life proudly and with his head held high. He was the future. He was life.
How much he loved his son, but something in him had always prevented him from showing his love. He couldn't. He did not make it.
He couldn't do it, and he hated himself for it.He hated himself with all his heart for this weakness. What would become of his son? He wasn't sure. He had promised his mother to take care of him and he did. It would not happen to him again to lose his son by carelessness. Never again, he had sworn to himself.
He loved his family, he realized that. Again and again he tried to suppress his feelings, to preserve his ego. What did the others interest him too? He didn't care about them, or at least he tried to convince himself that.
The warm feeling he always felt when he saw his son progress in training, when he looked into his wife's eyes. He couldn't suppress it, not anymore. He smiled at the child in his arms before turning his gaze back to the right. Now the time had finally come, the time had come. He looked at the chaos. The destruction. To his fate. His death."Goodbye Trunks, forgive me."
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END
I've been thinking about writing a short FF for a long time. And when I was thinking about what and about this topic today, I just had to start writing. I hope you like it. It is very short and should only describe this one moment.
.............................
It was a hot and exhausting day. The wind whipped the debris and dust through the air, while the burning midday heat seared people's minds. He just stood there and looked at his fate. Determination was reflected in his eyes and his wounded body prepared for death.
His gaze wandered to the little boy who stood in front of him and looked at him with wide eyes. He hated looking into his expectant eyes while his mind became aware of what would happen in the next few moments. Slowly his face relaxed as he spoke."Trunks. Since you were a baby, I've never hugged you and told you I love my son." he looked briefly at the floor and then at the boy again.
"Come here my son."
In long strides he walked up to the figure in front of him and began to pull him towards him with his strong arms. Completely overwhelmed, the boy looked to the side, ashamed. He was not used to receiving such affection from his father. What had happened? What would happen? He wasn't sure. The uncertainty plagued his young soul as he looked confused into Vegeta's eyes. You could see that his son was feeling uncomfortable.
How strong the little one had become. He was already going through his young life proudly and with his head held high. He was the future. He was life.
How much he loved his son, but something in him had always prevented him from showing his love. He couldn't. He did not make it.
He couldn't do it, and he hated himself for it.He hated himself with all his heart for this weakness. What would become of his son? He wasn't sure. He had promised his mother to take care of him and he did. It would not happen to him again to lose his son by carelessness. Never again, he had sworn to himself.
He loved his family, he realized that. Again and again he tried to suppress his feelings, to preserve his ego. What did the others interest him too? He didn't care about them, or at least he tried to convince himself that.
The warm feeling he always felt when he saw his son progress in training, when he looked into his wife's eyes. He couldn't suppress it, not anymore. He smiled at the child in his arms before turning his gaze back to the right. Now the time had finally come, the time had come. He looked at the chaos. The destruction. To his fate. His death."Goodbye Trunks, forgive me."
.......
END