The guardian
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TO all my fans, I am horribly sorry that it has taken me a year to update this story. DON"T LOOK AT ME I AM ASHAMED!!!!!!!!!!!!! This, however, will be the last chapter, so I hope you like it.
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It had been a week since the whole hospital incident, and the only person who has seemed to forget is Trunks. Bulma is constantly worrying about his, especially when he goes out side unsupervised. However, Trunks always looks up at her and smiles, saying,
"I'll be ok mommy. Don't worry about me so much! I'm a big boy." Bulma laughed at him with tears in her eyes. Trunks was always confused by her behavior. Though, Bulma was not the only one who was at unease when Trunks went out. There was also Vegeta, every so often; Vegeta was caught looking at Trunks. This was even weirder than the way Bulma was acting, in Trunks' eyes.
One day, when Trunks was playing in the backyard with Goten, Vegeta got up the courage to say what he had been meaning to say. There had been something eating at his soul ever since they left the hospital. This feeling of guilt that had settled over him! It was like a plague, taking him over. It was what Trunk had said when he had been taking him to the hospital that horrible night.
Flashback:
"Daddy? Where are we going?" Trunks asked weakly. Vegeta was so happy and surprised that Trunks was able to talk, he let out a relived sigh. "The hospital." He answered. "Is everything right?" Trunks asked hopefully. "Right? What?" questioned Vegeta getting confused. "You don't hate me and mommy any more?"
End flashback:
His stomach lurched forward as he stepped outside. He was never very good at having open feeling of love, or sentiment, so this would be somewhat new. He was seriously doubting what he had to do, but he knew had to do it, no matter what. He couldn't let his son got through life, thinking that his father hated him and his beloved mother. As he closed the door behind him, the two boys stopped playing their little spy game.
"Goten, go inside and watch T.V." said Vegeta, giving the spiky haired boy a cold glare. The two boys looked at each other, as if trying to figure out if Trunks was in for a beating or not.
"Good luck Trunks." Whispered Goten as he made his way inside. Trunks wondered what he did. There was an odd moment of silence.
"Come with me Trunks." Said Vegeta flying into the forest. Trunks gulped /It must be really bad if we have to go into the woods./ The purple haired boy thought nervously. Regardless, Trunks followed his father. As they landed, Trunks recognized the area. It was the last place he remembered before the flying monkeys. Vegeta motioned to a fallen log and Trunks sat down. There was yet another silence.
"Why do you think I hate you and your mother?" Asked Vegeta all of the sudden. The question startled Trunks, how did he know? Did he say it when he was in between consciousness? Trunks didn't respond.
"Well?" Demanded Vegeta. Trunks swallowed and said,
"Because you always yell at mommy, and she's only trying to do what she thinks it right. And you hate me because...you never talk to me, or play with me, or even look at me." He said looked to his feet, feeling foolish, positive that his father would get upset. However, that moment never came, there was no yelling. There was just a great sigh, almost...sorrowful.
"Trunks, I'm sorry I haven't been a good husband to your mother, or a good father too you." Trunks was so shocked that his father would admit such a thing! His head whipped towards his father, whom was also looking down. The child's eyes widened in disbelief at the look of regret on his father's face.
"I-its ok daddy."
"No it is not." Trunks was still in shock, when Vegeta bent down to his son's level and looked him straight in the eye. Something hard for both of them to do.
"Love your mother more than my own life, that is why we had you. And I have not been worthy. So, could I have another chance?" Asked Vegeta. By now Trunks' mouth had dropped open, he was half expecting to wake up in his bed, with the disappointment of a dream. It never came. So Trunks closed his mouth and nodded his head. As he did, he saw a smirk on Vegeta's face.
"Well then, lets go home, your mother will be back soon."
The End
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*grin * The first story I've ever completed. Wow I feel a grinny ^_^. I hope you enjoyed the run, and be sure to look at my other stories and leave good reviews.
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TO all my fans, I am horribly sorry that it has taken me a year to update this story. DON"T LOOK AT ME I AM ASHAMED!!!!!!!!!!!!! This, however, will be the last chapter, so I hope you like it.
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It had been a week since the whole hospital incident, and the only person who has seemed to forget is Trunks. Bulma is constantly worrying about his, especially when he goes out side unsupervised. However, Trunks always looks up at her and smiles, saying,
"I'll be ok mommy. Don't worry about me so much! I'm a big boy." Bulma laughed at him with tears in her eyes. Trunks was always confused by her behavior. Though, Bulma was not the only one who was at unease when Trunks went out. There was also Vegeta, every so often; Vegeta was caught looking at Trunks. This was even weirder than the way Bulma was acting, in Trunks' eyes.
One day, when Trunks was playing in the backyard with Goten, Vegeta got up the courage to say what he had been meaning to say. There had been something eating at his soul ever since they left the hospital. This feeling of guilt that had settled over him! It was like a plague, taking him over. It was what Trunk had said when he had been taking him to the hospital that horrible night.
Flashback:
"Daddy? Where are we going?" Trunks asked weakly. Vegeta was so happy and surprised that Trunks was able to talk, he let out a relived sigh. "The hospital." He answered. "Is everything right?" Trunks asked hopefully. "Right? What?" questioned Vegeta getting confused. "You don't hate me and mommy any more?"
End flashback:
His stomach lurched forward as he stepped outside. He was never very good at having open feeling of love, or sentiment, so this would be somewhat new. He was seriously doubting what he had to do, but he knew had to do it, no matter what. He couldn't let his son got through life, thinking that his father hated him and his beloved mother. As he closed the door behind him, the two boys stopped playing their little spy game.
"Goten, go inside and watch T.V." said Vegeta, giving the spiky haired boy a cold glare. The two boys looked at each other, as if trying to figure out if Trunks was in for a beating or not.
"Good luck Trunks." Whispered Goten as he made his way inside. Trunks wondered what he did. There was an odd moment of silence.
"Come with me Trunks." Said Vegeta flying into the forest. Trunks gulped /It must be really bad if we have to go into the woods./ The purple haired boy thought nervously. Regardless, Trunks followed his father. As they landed, Trunks recognized the area. It was the last place he remembered before the flying monkeys. Vegeta motioned to a fallen log and Trunks sat down. There was yet another silence.
"Why do you think I hate you and your mother?" Asked Vegeta all of the sudden. The question startled Trunks, how did he know? Did he say it when he was in between consciousness? Trunks didn't respond.
"Well?" Demanded Vegeta. Trunks swallowed and said,
"Because you always yell at mommy, and she's only trying to do what she thinks it right. And you hate me because...you never talk to me, or play with me, or even look at me." He said looked to his feet, feeling foolish, positive that his father would get upset. However, that moment never came, there was no yelling. There was just a great sigh, almost...sorrowful.
"Trunks, I'm sorry I haven't been a good husband to your mother, or a good father too you." Trunks was so shocked that his father would admit such a thing! His head whipped towards his father, whom was also looking down. The child's eyes widened in disbelief at the look of regret on his father's face.
"I-its ok daddy."
"No it is not." Trunks was still in shock, when Vegeta bent down to his son's level and looked him straight in the eye. Something hard for both of them to do.
"Love your mother more than my own life, that is why we had you. And I have not been worthy. So, could I have another chance?" Asked Vegeta. By now Trunks' mouth had dropped open, he was half expecting to wake up in his bed, with the disappointment of a dream. It never came. So Trunks closed his mouth and nodded his head. As he did, he saw a smirk on Vegeta's face.
"Well then, lets go home, your mother will be back soon."
The End
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*grin * The first story I've ever completed. Wow I feel a grinny ^_^. I hope you enjoyed the run, and be sure to look at my other stories and leave good reviews.