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Fanfic: The first smile
Chapter: The first smile
This FF is about Trunks and Vegeta's relationship (you know how that is meant * g *)!
The first smile
Trunks sat in his seat at school. His hands clenched into fists, he stared at the table without a word of what the teacher was saying at the front of the blackboard. No, he was lost in his own mind. It boiled in him, it hurt in him, he was humiliated. With darkened eyes he thought of the previous evening:
As always, he had trained with his father in the GR, in the eternal hope of finally hearing a word of praise from his father, but in vain. On the contrary! He'd been particularly rude to him yesterday. "You're a nut, a wimp! And what does my son want to be like?"
Yes, that question echoed in Trunks head, like a record "And that's what my son wants to be?" It didn't let go of him. What did his father expect from him? He had reached the SSJ level, he had reached the SSJ2 level, he was stronger than Goten, he was quicker than Gohan!What else did he want? What did his father want to see? That he could take on Goku or what was the matter?
"Trunks, go on!"
Trunks didn't move.
"Trunks? Trunks!"
Still no response.
It became too colorful for the teacher. He strode down the rows of seats until he was next to Trunks, whose eyes still fell on the table. Only when Goten rammed his elbow in his side did he startle! "What ...?" "Trunks Briefs, I've called you several times!" said the teacher sternly and bent down to the completely bewildered Trunks. "This is the third time today and that means detention, young man!" The teacher stepped forward again and wrote something in the diary, while he murmured shortly: "Tomorrow afternoon, right after school!"
“Tell me, what's the matter with you today, Trunks?” Goten and Trunks made their way through the courses at Orange High School. The bell had rung and that meant they were finally out of school!"Well ... nothing important." Trunks returned tonelessly and shouldered his satchel. At first Goten looked at him suspiciously, but then left it at that. But when he saw Trunks sad face, he asked cheerfully: "Hey, I don't know what ridden you today, but it's such great weather! Do you want to go to the outdoor pool?" then call you! "" Ok, see you then! "Goten and Trunks shared paths here. Goten had to go through the forest, but Trunks had to go to the center of town. As he walked, he was lost in his thoughts again. Again this question echoed in his head: “And so what does my son want to be?” What should he do? What did his father expect from him? After all, he also had homework to do and wanted to do something with Goten once in a while. Should he train all day?
Head full of doubts, disappointments and questions, he entered the CC, where he was immediately greeted by Bulma. "Hello, Trunks! How was school?"She always asked that, every day when Trunks came home from school. And he always replied:" Good! "So today too. His mother put lunch on the table for him and left the room, but Trunks wasn't hungry. He poked his fork listlessly at the plate until his father came in. Sullen, as always, he sat down." at the table and waited for Bulma to bring him his food. Trunks looked up from his plate, straight into his father's face. He must have a good side too, just a small one! Otherwise Mum wouldn't have taken him! doggedly, without taking his eyes off his father's. Those eyes, so cold, so heartless! And then Vegeta noticed his son's look and looked at him. At first Trunks winced briefly, but he remained steadfast. He wouldn't look away first Don't blink first, no! His father made no move to avert his eyes either, their eyes sharpened and sharper, everything around them no longer seemed to exist.A kind of competition developed out of it. Whoever blinked first or turned away had lost. Trunks found it increasingly difficult to meet his father's gaze. His eyes started to burn, they wanted to close, but he wouldn't let it! He also had to fight doggedly not to look away. He no longer wanted to look into those icy eyes that seemed to have no soul. So they looked at each other for a while, until the tears were already reflected in Trunks eyes and he had to blink. Damn it! he thought, angry at himself and energetically wiped away the tears that ran from his cheeks after he closed his eyelids. He quickly looked over at his father. He was still staring at Trunks, but now you could see a sneering grin on his lips and he shook his head slightly. Trunks would have loved to throw the table over. How he looked at him now ... thoughtful, confident of victory, mocking, dismissive. Trunks couldn't take it any longer!He got up so jerkily that his chair flew backwards and crashed onto the floor. "What's going on in here?" asked Bulma, who just came back in and, waiting for an explanation, looked alternately at Trunks and Vegeta. "Nothing nothing!" Trunks said, almost gritting his teeth, and disappeared to his room while Vegeta, apparently content with himself, quietly gulped down his food.
Sequel follows........
The first smile
Trunks sat in his seat at school. His hands clenched into fists, he stared at the table without a word of what the teacher was saying at the front of the blackboard. No, he was lost in his own mind. It boiled in him, it hurt in him, he was humiliated. With darkened eyes he thought of the previous evening:
As always, he had trained with his father in the GR, in the eternal hope of finally hearing a word of praise from his father, but in vain. On the contrary! He'd been particularly rude to him yesterday. "You're a nut, a wimp! And what does my son want to be like?"
Yes, that question echoed in Trunks head, like a record "And that's what my son wants to be?" It didn't let go of him. What did his father expect from him? He had reached the SSJ level, he had reached the SSJ2 level, he was stronger than Goten, he was quicker than Gohan!What else did he want? What did his father want to see? That he could take on Goku or what was the matter?
"Trunks, go on!"
Trunks didn't move.
"Trunks? Trunks!"
Still no response.
It became too colorful for the teacher. He strode down the rows of seats until he was next to Trunks, whose eyes still fell on the table. Only when Goten rammed his elbow in his side did he startle! "What ...?" "Trunks Briefs, I've called you several times!" said the teacher sternly and bent down to the completely bewildered Trunks. "This is the third time today and that means detention, young man!" The teacher stepped forward again and wrote something in the diary, while he murmured shortly: "Tomorrow afternoon, right after school!"
“Tell me, what's the matter with you today, Trunks?” Goten and Trunks made their way through the courses at Orange High School. The bell had rung and that meant they were finally out of school!"Well ... nothing important." Trunks returned tonelessly and shouldered his satchel. At first Goten looked at him suspiciously, but then left it at that. But when he saw Trunks sad face, he asked cheerfully: "Hey, I don't know what ridden you today, but it's such great weather! Do you want to go to the outdoor pool?" then call you! "" Ok, see you then! "Goten and Trunks shared paths here. Goten had to go through the forest, but Trunks had to go to the center of town. As he walked, he was lost in his thoughts again. Again this question echoed in his head: “And so what does my son want to be?” What should he do? What did his father expect from him? After all, he also had homework to do and wanted to do something with Goten once in a while. Should he train all day?
Head full of doubts, disappointments and questions, he entered the CC, where he was immediately greeted by Bulma. "Hello, Trunks! How was school?"She always asked that, every day when Trunks came home from school. And he always replied:" Good! "So today too. His mother put lunch on the table for him and left the room, but Trunks wasn't hungry. He poked his fork listlessly at the plate until his father came in. Sullen, as always, he sat down." at the table and waited for Bulma to bring him his food. Trunks looked up from his plate, straight into his father's face. He must have a good side too, just a small one! Otherwise Mum wouldn't have taken him! doggedly, without taking his eyes off his father's. Those eyes, so cold, so heartless! And then Vegeta noticed his son's look and looked at him. At first Trunks winced briefly, but he remained steadfast. He wouldn't look away first Don't blink first, no! His father made no move to avert his eyes either, their eyes sharpened and sharper, everything around them no longer seemed to exist.A kind of competition developed out of it. Whoever blinked first or turned away had lost. Trunks found it increasingly difficult to meet his father's gaze. His eyes started to burn, they wanted to close, but he wouldn't let it! He also had to fight doggedly not to look away. He no longer wanted to look into those icy eyes that seemed to have no soul. So they looked at each other for a while, until the tears were already reflected in Trunks eyes and he had to blink. Damn it! he thought, angry at himself and energetically wiped away the tears that ran from his cheeks after he closed his eyelids. He quickly looked over at his father. He was still staring at Trunks, but now you could see a sneering grin on his lips and he shook his head slightly. Trunks would have loved to throw the table over. How he looked at him now ... thoughtful, confident of victory, mocking, dismissive. Trunks couldn't take it any longer!He got up so jerkily that his chair flew backwards and crashed onto the floor. "What's going on in here?" asked Bulma, who just came back in and, waiting for an explanation, looked alternately at Trunks and Vegeta. "Nothing nothing!" Trunks said, almost gritting his teeth, and disappeared to his room while Vegeta, apparently content with himself, quietly gulped down his food.
Sequel follows........