" I NEVER TOLD YOU "

Written By: Debs-dragon

 

Disclaimer: I don't own them so please don't sue.

This little fic was written for a competition.. the first one I have entered. The competition is currently still open so I have no idea if the fic has placed or not. The challenge was to write a fic where Trunks gets sick and Vegeta nurses him.

Rating PG13 Contains some language, violence and blood. (well one swear word to be exact! )

 

I NEVER TOLD YOU

by Debs-dragon November 2001

Trunks looked around him in awe. So this was the room of Spirit & Time where they could get a whole years training in just one day. The vast emptiness stretched before him, everywhere he looked was that same never ending void of nothing. "How am I ever going to spend a year in here without going insane?" He thought to himself. A hollow laugh off to his side reminded him that he was not alone.

"So brat, think you can handle this place?" Vegeta smirked at him, arms folded across his chest.

Trunks swallowed hard, "Yes father I can." he replied clenching his fists.

"Humph. We will see." said Vegeta and then turning on his heel he went back inside the living quarters.

Trunks sighed softly and allowed his body to relax. His mother had warned him not to expect too much from his father before he had left her in the future but his own pride and arrogance had come to the fore in thinking that he could change his father somehow and make him care. How wrong he had been. Vegeta had only one thing he cared about, becoming the strongest fighter in the universe, and he didn't care who he had to crush in his quest to become that fighter.

Trunks turned and also went inside the living quarters.

Vegeta sat at the table finishing off a meal, he looked up when Trunks came in.

"Did you leave anything for me?" asked Trunks.

"Theres plenty of food in the fridge. Just help yourself." said Vegeta.

Trunks turned and approached the fridge.

Vegeta stood up and went to leave but stopped at the door way, he turned around and looked at Trunks. "Lets get one thing straight here brat. I train alone. Understand? I dont need you to slow me down and I will not have you anywhere near me while I am training." Vegetas eyebrows forked as he delivered his speech. "Keep right away from me and we will get along just fine. Do you understand kid!?"

Trunks looked at his father and nodded.

"I dont hear you!" stormed Vegeta.

"Yes father. I understand." said Trunks.

"Good!" said Vegeta and with that he went to bed.

Trunks closed the fridge door, his appetite had left him. He sat at the table and gently held his head in his hands. Why oh why did his father have to be such an arrogant self centred baka ? So much for the thought of being able to spend some quality time together and learn more about his sire. Also any hope of his father giving him help with his training just flew out the window. Dammit!! Trunks thumped the table, If this is the way his father wants to play things then so be it. He could train alone. Trunks sat up determined to show his father that he didn't need him either, that he was just as capable of increasing his own speed & strength without any assistance from him. he got up and headed for his bedroom.

The next few weeks passed in a blur to Trunks. Gradually he got himself into a routine. He would get up, eat breakfast then train, stop for lunch, train some more, have dinner, shower then meditate before going to bed ready to begin again the next day. He rarely saw his father. Vegeta had stated his plans to train alone and made it painfully clear that he intended to stick to those plans. Their paths only crossed at meal times and even then hardly any words passed between father & son. Trunks however was not to be put off quite so easily and on a few occasions managed to get close enough to watch his father train and when he did he was in awe of the warrior prince.

Trunks watched and tried to understand how the desire, the obsession to be the best overtook his fathers every waking moment and drove him to the point where his body could take no more and would collapse, refusing the punishment that Vegeta was forcing upon it. It was during one of these 'secret' observation sessions that Trunks saw his father fall under the pressure of his intense regime he rushed to help him but alas the princes arrogance rose to the surface and he sent a ki ball at Trunks catching the youth totally off guard and knocking him flying.

Trunks hit the ground hard completely winded and bleeding from a few cuts he sustained in his unorthodox slide across the landscape. As he dragged himself upright and managed to force air into his flattened lungs his eyes fell on his father who had recovered enough to levitate over to him.

Vegeta looked down at the injured youth. "I train alone!" he spat. "Never interfere with me or my training again or you will get more than a ki ball."

"B...b...but I thought you were hurt." stammered Trunks, "I only wanted to help." he trailed off miserably.

"How many times do I have to say it? I DONT NEED YOUR HELP!!!" shouted Vegeta. He glared angrily at the lavender haired youth and then spun around and flew off to take a shower & have dinner.

Trunks winced in pain as he began to make his way back to the living quarters, his body hurt but that pain could be blocked out, the pain in his heart couldn't. At last he made it back and passed the kitchen noting that his father had already eaten. He dragged himself to his room and lay on the bed. He didn't have the desire nor strength to take a shower and drifted off into a fitful slumber.

He awoke the next morning feeling very stiff & sore. He forced his body into the shower
and with the water coursing over his skin contemplated his fathers actions from the evening before. He frowned to himself as he realised that there was no way that Vegeta would ever let him get near to him. But Trunks had to believe that there was something under that hard exterior, something that said he cared. After all his existence was proof to some degree that Vegeta had to have some form of emotion within him, regardless of the so called "fit of passion" he claimed to have had, surely he had to have cared about his mother.... didn't he????

Trunks went back out into the endless void to continue his training. For the next few days the warriors paths stayed parallel, neither wishing to cross the other. Trunks arose one morning to begin his usual routine but found himself a bit on the sluggish side. As he trained so he tried to focus but the fog kept coming back into his head, clouding his mind. He shook his head in an attempt to clear it and removing the sword from its scabbard on his back he practised some manoeuvre's. The sword danced through the air, cutting, slicing and weaving with an elegance & grace all its own. At last he finished and throwing the sword into the air swung himself forward to catch the gleaming blade. The sword spun slowly then settling point end down proceeded to hurtle back towards its cocoon. At that same point in time a scream rang out across the barren landscape and Trunks turned slightly.

The blade caught the side of the scabbard and ricocheted off plunging instead into soft tissue, muscle and scraping along bone.

Vegeta's head snapped up, he sensed a dramatic drop in a ki force.

It had to be Trunks, there wasn't anyone else besides them two in here. Vegeta's brow furrowed. *strange* he thought to himself, *why should Trunk's ki level drop so sharply?*He took to the air and flew in the direction of the fast reducing energy level.

When he arrived his eyes instantly took in what had happened. Trunks lay in an ever increasing pool of blood, his sword embedded in his side. "Stupid baka." said Vegeta to himself as he floated down to his sons side. He lifted the prone body and carried it as quickly as he could into the living quarters, there he lay Trunks on the bed careful not to disturb the sword at this stage. He went to the bathroom and grabbing the medical kit returned to his sons side.

*Thank kami I had medical training when I was under Freezas control* he thought. Taking a thick wad of gauze he proceeded to remove the sword with a quick pull. The sword came out easily enough along with a fountain of red blood. Quickly Vegeta stuffed the gauze into the hole managing to plug the red fluids escape route.

Trunks moaned and shivered but remained unconscious.

While waiting for the flow to cease Vegeta scanned over the rest of the boy. No further damage that he could ascertain, just the hole in his side. Finally the blood flow slowed to a trickle and Vegeta was able to inspect the wound to see exactly what damage had been done internally.

As he prodded & poked so Trunks groaned softly and came back to the conscious plane. His eyes flickered open and he was immediately hit by a searing pain that went through one side & burned its way to the other. "Agh! " he screamed as his fathers fingers probed his flesh.

"Shut up and dont be such a wimp." spat Vegeta.

"W..w... what happened ?" he asked.

"I have no idea. I just felt your ki drop & found you with your sword in your side." hissed Vegeta.

Blindly Trunks groped through his memory trying to find the answer. "I heard a scream and turned, I forgot about the sword. It must have glanced off the scabbard & hit me instead." he moaned.

"No shit Einstein." replied Vegeta "Now hold still while I see what internal damage has been done."

Trunks bit down on his lower lip. God it hurt. His skin burned as if acid had been poured on it and although his father was only doing what he should he made it hurt all the more. "Please..." *gasp* " Be gentle.." stammered Trunks.

"Take it like a warrior!" snarled his father.

Trunks cried out in pain and then mercifully blackness overtook him.

Vegeta continued his examination. The boy had been lucky no doubt about it. All internal organs were in tact. How he had managed to miss his kidneys was a miracle in itself. Had the blade been a fraction to either side then his future would be taking on a whole new outlook.

As Vegeta swabbed the wound and filled it with antibiotic powder so he gazed at the unconscious youth before him noting the well chiselled jaw line. He smiled to himself, the youth had taken quite a bit from his father he noted. He finished applying the bandages and sat back to admire his handiwork. Trunks was still unconscious and no doubt would remain so for a while but he would recover. It would take a while seeing as how they hadn't got any sensu beans with them but he would still recover.

Vegeta felt an unusual pull in his chest as he looked at the lavender haired boy. As much as he wanted to deny it he found himself studying the boy. He had a strong muscular upper torso slim waist and strong agile legs. The build to make a great fighter. Carefully scrutinising Trunks face Vegeta also noted resemblance's to himself in the boys bone structure and features. Tentatively he reached forward and brushed his hand across the youth's forehead pushing aside the purple locks and feeling the heat of the boys body. A lump began to form in his throat as he gazed at his son.

Suddenly it dawned on Vegeta just what these feelings were. Try as he might to deny it the fact remained that this was his son lying here in front of him, bleeding, wounded, hurt & vulnerable and he the mighty warrior prince cared......

He actually cared.

He realised just how much it meant to him to have a son, to have someone there who thought of him as something other than a fighting machine. Now he began to see what it was that Kakarot shared with his son.

He reached forward again and in a voice that was barley audible softly addressed Trunks. "My son." he began hesitantly, "I dont know if you can hear me but I need to say this. I know you have tried to help me, to protect me, and all I have done is to push you away. I am sorry my son. I now realise how important you are to me, how important you have always been and while I will never admit to it in front of anyone else..... I do care... I guess what I am trying to say Trunks is that I have never held you, never told you that I am proud of you and most importantly I never told you that I loved you."

Vegeta found himself stumbling over the words but he couldn't stop, he had to say them. A stirring on the bed caused Vegeta to look up...... into soft blue eyes. Eyes that shone with a mix of pain and tears.

Trunks raised his hand and put it on his fathers shoulder. "Thankyou father." he whispered hoarsley.

Vegeta quickly recovered his poise and with the all too familiar scowl back in place spoke. "Now listen to me brat. If you know what's good for you, you will keep this conversation here."

"Yes father" I understand.

"When you are well again we will see just how far you are with your training." humphed Vegeta.

Trunks smiled to himself, It wasnt much but at least it was a start.

Vegeta continued his training as well as nursing Trunks back to health. He was a dedicated 'nurse' and made sure that Trunks was looked after properly. The two began to see another side to the other and slowly the bond between father and son was born, nurtured and grew to a previously unimagined strength. true to his word once Trunks was well again Vegeta assisted him in his training and both learnt a lot from the other and so their techniques and moves became more finely tuned, more effective, more deadly.

At last the day arrived for them to leave the room of spirit & time. As they approached the door so Vegeta stopped. Trunks also halted and turned to look at his father wondering why he had ceased to head outwards.

Vegeta looked deep into his sons eyes, soft gentle blue clashing with hard cold onyx. Suddenly Vegeta reached forward and pulled his son into his embrace. Startled Trunks nearly lost his balance but then as fast as he recovered so his father let him go.

"I dont think I need to remind you that no one knows what happened in here." he said and raised an eyebrow.

"No father." replied Trunks and with that they opened the door and walked out to where their many friends were waiting for them.

Gohan ran excitedly up to Trunks, "Wow Trunks, you sure have changed." said the youngster.

Trunks looked at his friend.

"So how was it in there? Did you learn much? Did Vegeta help you out?" the questions came thick and fast.

Trunks spoke softly "Lets just say I trained hard and discovered a new perspective on a lot of things. It sure was a road to discovery." Trunks turned and caught his fathers eye.

For a brief moment Vegeta let down the mask and a silent understanding passed between father & son and then once more the mask was in place.

"I hope you have left some of those androids for me to kill!" shouted Vegeta.

Trunks sighed, It sure didn't take long for things to get back to normal.......

~ Fin ~

 

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