I am obsessed with sad fics. More specifically, sad trunks fics. Why? I don't know. Do I like Trunks? Yes. Is he my favorite character? Yes. Do I pity him in this fic? Yes. Do I want your reviews? Yes.

Vegeta stood there, crossing his arms, staring at his boots. He gritted his teeth and muttered something incoherent, trying his best to ignore everyone else.

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"Argh! I don't wanna train in the stupid gravity room anymore! All you care about is becoming stronger!" the ten year old was having one of his childish tantrums again. Vegea stood in the doorway, scowling at the disappearing figure of his son. 'Stupid brat,' he thought, 'always fooling around. He should work harder and pay more attention to-'

There was a screech of tires, and then a shriek. Vegeta turned, eyes widened-there was not enough time to-"Nooo! Trunks!" The child in the middle of the road just stood there.

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The prince started wringing his hands, sweating profusely despite the air-condition. The slow tick of the clock was deafening, it's deadly chime echoing across the hall. It took all of Vegeta's self-control not to blow it up right then. For once, the ever-cheerful Goku was silent, staring off into space. Goten was sobbing quietly on his mother's lap.

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The first impact flung him back about three feet. Trunks came into contact with the hard tarmac, he felt his bones break in many places.

It was disastrously fascinating how a saiyan's body worked. They could withstand enormous pressure, countless blows from their opponents, abuse from multiple attacks-but if not in super saiyan form, somehow, the impact from a car crash could very well be fatal.

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Vegeta was beyond worried. It was well over five hours since they had taken Trunks-his son!-into that stupid operating room and still nothing. He could feel his brat's ki, hanging off the edge of life. Why haven't they saved him? Those good for nothing, useless excuses of doctors-Trunks's ki was still in the critical state...

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It was a lorry. A large one for transportation heavy metal beams for construction. It was fully loaded then. The demi-saiyan was crunched up with the gravel under the vehicle.

The first set of wheels rolled over. His skull was smashed, and the bones in his legs snapped.

The second set of wheels crushed his chest and his arms.

The last pair of wheels broke his windpipe and his jaw.

Trunks let out a scream of pure agony. Vegeta stood there in shock, heart pounding in his ears, watching his son crushed under the body of the metal beast.

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The red light went out. A surgeon walked out, rubbing his gloved hands together. Vegeta stood up straighter, Bulma rushed up and almost knocked the doctor over.

"How is he?! How's my baby?!"

Goten whimpered as he clutched Chi Chi tighter. Vegeta's breath was caught in his throat.

"Mrs Briefs," he began, "I offer my most sincere condolences..."

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Vegeta held Trunks, his hand stroking the child's forehead. He sat there, in the middle of the road, and the only thing he could think about was his son.

Trunks tried to breathe, his chest rising and falling irregularly. "D...d...dad..." Vegeta's heart stopped, "Trunks... don't say anything. Don't speak.

Everything is going to be fine." his voice wavered as he looked down and the bleeding child in his arms.

"Dad... I-" Whatever he was about to say, was drowned out by the wailing of the sirens behind him.

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Nothing more was needed to be said. Vegeta watched as his mate broke down crying, as the terrible tension increased. His mother-in-law was sobbing quietly, while his father-in-law tried to comfort the two women while dealing with his grief.

"I'm sorry. It was too late to save him."

Vegeta's entire world shattered.