Ghost can cy
by: Nanu107
Disclaimer:  Dragon ball Z Is not Mine! (But I sure hope they were mine).
Summary:  After training in a rainy afternoon an unexpected, or strange,
visitor comes to Trunks.

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Ghost can cry
Red dropplets of blood
They destroy our souls
And kill our humanity

That is why we are ghost


-by Nanu107
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Ghost can cry


Walking towards Trunks the presence made itself known.  Turning, Trunks
stood up painfully.  He'd being training in the patio and had fall over a rock
cutting his hand slightly, as he tried to stand up he felt another injury in his
lower back.  Looking at the direction of the presence he growled.
	'What are you doing here?'
	'Can't I come to my own house?'  His voice was still harsh, cold
and almost emotionless towards him.  Although he was his own flesh and
blood, he didn't treat him like his son.  His eyes met and groaning while 
standing Vegeta smirked.  'Having problems?'
	'And what do you care?'  He asked giving his father a cold stare.
Vegeta was silence.  His eyes hard and cold.
	'You always come here to mock and bother me.  You never did
accepted me!'
	'And that had made you stronger.'
	'For what purpose?'  Trunks tried to touch him but was only 
able to touch thin air.  The first time Trunks had seen his father's ghost
he'd being surprised.  Not even his mother could see him, apparently, 
although he would not say, Vegeta had choosen Trunks to see him, and
only him.
	Trunks loved his father, he had always wanted him to be proud
of his son, of everything he did. He had died fighting against the droids and
like the true prince he was.  Locking eyes with his father's ghost Trunks
took deep breaths of air.
	'With the sole purpose that you become even greater than I was.'
	'I am already greater than you are!  I care about Mom, and for
the rest of humanity.'
'Earthlings should be none of your concern!'
'And why not?  I am after all half human!'
'You are the new Sayajin prince!'
'But I'm still half human, Father!  I can't help it!  In fact I love it.  I'm not like
you!  You were always to proud to even come closer to me.  You rarely
hold me when I was a baby and died before you even get to know me!
I was left alone, with only mother to take care of me, always doubting that
you cared about me, or if you loved me.  And still I can't hate you.'

Their eyes meet.  Trunks noticed Vegeta's ghost had nothing else to say.
He wanted to trow him away, but it would be like kicking himself in the ass.
Leaning on the floor Trunks let his tears fall down to his hands, sobbing
softly he heard his mother calling him for dinner.  A soft rain had begun to 
fall around them, sitting next to the rock he had cut himself, Trunks cleaned
his eyes.  

'I did care about you.'  Said his father's voice suddenly, surprising him. 'I 
cared about you and your mother so much it scared me.  And with my
pride and arrogance I was able to push those feelings away, always 
thinking that somehow I'll have enough time to express them.   But, once
again, I was wrong.'  Vegeta moved his hands and moved around the
boy's head, as if trying to comfort him while he cried with the heavens.  But
his hand couldn't touch him.  Vegeta knew that it was only and illusion
created by himself.   'I love you, and I love your mother.  And I hate myself
for not telling you two.'  
Two drops of blood fell to Trunks' skin and the floor next to him.  Touching
the blood he looked up to see two thick lines of tears falling down Vegeta's
eyes.  

'Ghost can cry?'
'Ghost can cry, red dropplets of blood, they destroy our souls, and kill 
our humanity.  That is why we are ghost.'

Vegeta let a small smile escape his lips, none like Trunks had ever seen
before.  It wasn't a smirk, or a snarl, it was a pure simple small smile.  
Coming from his father's lips.  

'Goodbye.'
Mesmerized, Trunks could only watch him as he dissapeared for the last
time.

'Trunks! Dinner!'  Standing softly from the floor Trunks smiled at his mother
not letting her see the tears that fell from the sky.  'Goodbye.'  He whispered
entering on the house.

fin.
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Inspired by the"History of Trunks' and the fanfic 'Show me the meaning of 
being lonely' by .
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