talk about a life
the teenage years: chapter 6
Warning: depressing situatuion
So there they were, Trunks would no longer talk to anyone but Bra, for she was the link, which was unfortunately a very difficult task to assume, especially for a 5 year old girl, Vegita and Bulma were desperate, they knew nothing ,nor how to help, nor how to cure, all they could do was wait, hoping their son would one day become himself again. Vegita knew it would be hard on the boy too, he had been there. Indeed some might think that the relation he had had with his father until he was10 had been a bad one, well some are wrong , King Vegita had always loved his son and regretted a paticular decision he had taken at the boy’s birth. Vegita had a mother of course and she wasn’t anybody, she was decending from a line of great warriors and was a good fighter herself, at the time of her wedding with Vegita’s father, wedding arranged by his uncle who ruled at the time, she was very alive and short tempered, but she settled down and respeced her husband for being stronger than her yet more gentle, she vowed she would be a woman and no longer a fighter and devote her life to her husband , the young King. She was thus pregnant shortly after the wedding but the King, although he loved her dearly decided that in order to have a strong son, he should not be exposed to the tenderness of motherhood, after one year, Queen Camellia let go, she was to live in the shadow of the castle for the rest of her life, having no contact with her son, and although it hurt, she accepted the King’s decision.
Vegita grew up to be strong and selfish but he never admitted that something was missing, he had been told his mother was dead, while all that time she watched him grow proudly behind the scenes. When Vegita was 10 though , shortly before his planet was destoyed, he fell sick and fainted alone in the palace, nobody was there to take care of him, so the Queen, not baring to see him suffer, took him and nursed him back to consciousness, Vegita seeing this beautifull woman before him just knew who she was. As he asked, she acknowledged and Vegita felt at the time happy to finally have his emptiness filled and angry that the only person he had ever cared for, namely his father, had betrayed him, he hated him, he caught Red Hate and not baring to be unpleasant to his mother, he left on a battle trip, he didn’t know he would never be back . As he learned his planet’s destruction and his parent’s death, he didn’t react but deep down inside his heart was aching, losing the mother he finally had found and his father without coming to terms with him, this is the reason why for years on, he would remain cold hearted and full of pride, by fear of being hurt once again by losing the people he would get attached too.
So yes, he knew what Red Hate was like and suffered for his son. From that day on, Trunks no longer moved with the outside world, if he would do what he was asked by his parents he would no longer look at them, talk to them, he went to school carying his old sword Tapion had given him, as a sense of protection and only when his litttle princess came by would his face light up, his eyes turn back to their beautiful blue and a smile reach his face. She came to see him at lunch since the little classes weren’t far and she would always try to cheer him up, although she was young and didn’t fully understand the situation, she was smart enough to know what had to be done. And so Trunks grew, training by himself away from his father’s supervision in the gravity chamber, he had equally become quite violent at school, he would smach walls and send children to hospital, and Vegita could do nothing but try to explain to the school. Trunks’ friends hurt, they could no longer approach him, even Roland felt bad for him, Maron and Veronica were lost. Sometimes they would give a message to Bra, saying they were still there for him:
-Bra, could you come here please?
-Hello Maron and Veronica!
-Hi sweetie, couls you say hi to your big brother for us?
-He can hear you you know, you could tell him.
-Well, could you, just in case?
-Okay
-Thanks sweetie
-Bye
-Onichan!!
-Princess...
-Veronica and Maron said hi.
And Trunks wept, he couldn’t bare to have his friends so close yet so far, as they talked to him in class, desperately waiting for a response, all he could do was cry, he was 16 and it had been two whole years already. Often would the couple see their son come home with dried blood all the way down his cheeks and clothes. All they could do was clean him up and calm him down, Vegita and Bulma were the only ones Trunks admitted near him, or even hugging him appart from his sister, although he could never hug back. They often told him “I love you” and he so often wanted to say “me too”, but he couldn’t.
And some days, there was a crisis, his eyes would become redder than ever and he would become furious and cry and break anything on his path , yelling incoherently and sometimes even hurting himself, but all Vegita could do was catch him, calm him down, whisper slowly in his ear and put him to bed , cleaning up his blood stained face and hugging him. These times were hard for him and Bulma, but even worst for Trunks.
So Trunks was now 16, he was bigger , broader, he no longer had the face of a child, he had lost that 2 years back, he was a young man, his hair had grown long, they were now kept in a loose poney tail that went right down to the small of his back , and he had two lavender strands in front of his face, going down to his chin, hiding his eyes like two curtains, he never let out a sound and nobody ever saw his eyes, it was rumored who ever saw them would be curse or killed by the boy himself, Trunks was, despite himself, feared, he would rather keep people away in case of a crisis. He had already destroyed the gym and several other school propreties. Being very smart and in advance on most children his age, he entered university at that time, Maron , Veronica and Roland followed, they were also in advance , although not as much as him. Vegita had to explain Trunks’ perculiar behaviour to the Board, who accepted him thanks to his grades, he wasn’t to be subjected to oral examinations of any kind although it seems one teacher forgot :
-Mr. Brief, you seem to have good grades, let me test you, please come to the stand and answer this small test.
-............, (Trunks doesn’t move)
-Well? I’m waiting.
He’s getting angry very slowly.
-MR. BRIEFS!!! IF YOU DO NOT COME RIGHT NOW, I WILL HAVE TO FAIL YOU!!
That was too much, nobody yelled on him, Trunks got up, looked up, staight into her eyes, his red eyes bringing her to an immediate stop, he approaches the board, puts one hand on it and melts it, still watching her.
-......HELP!!!!GO......GO TO THE HEADMASTER IMMEDIATLY!!!
Once the board has a nice hole in it, Trunks puts his head back down and leaves towards the headmaster’s office.
Later that day, Vegita was called to explained his son’s behaviour, they let it go and then Trunks was sent back to class with a note for the teacher:
“Please refrain of making futher oral tests on Trunks Briefs as this student will not be able to respond, futher test will have to be given on paper or blackboard. the headmaster”
Such an incident no longer happened but the melted hole in the board remained, covered by a yellow curtain.
Bets were made about Trunks’ eyes and what colour they were at the begining , it seemed even Veronica and Maron weren’t sure anymore.
Trunks now had 2 best ennemies, Roland kept on making him angry and getting into hospital and now there was a new guy, Crusher, the guy was tall and strong and liked defying Trunks on his strength, he was more resistant than Roland but still landed in hospital a few times himself, and this little circus went on until Trunks was 18.
End chapter 6
For all you Trunks lovers out there, please don’t hate me, it’s going to get better I promise, I know I’m hurting him, but he’ll be fine
disclaimer:all dbz caracters belong to Akira Toriyama and all fictionnal ones to me
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