A/N: Hello everyone! This is my first Chibi Trunks and Vegeta story!

Me: Fine! I do not own DBZ, or any of its characters. If I did, Piccolo would be mine! MUWHAHAHA! Oh yeah! This is also a songfic, so if you don't like it, deal. I thought of Vegeta and Trunks when I heard this, though I have changed the words a bit. I do not own If you're not the one by Daniel Bedingfield. Now, on with the fic! Oh, Trunks is nine in this fic.

EDIT: Songs aren't allowed in fanfics heh, so I took it out, I'd edit it but I wrote this years ago, so I'll give my time to fanfics that MUST BE UPDATED.

Running from him

Trunks once again fell to the ground in exhaustion. He tried to stand, but fell back to the floor in pain.

"Get up boy," Vegeta yelled at Trunks.

Trunks tried again, but couldn't get to a standing position. Finally, his dad turned off the gravity and looked daggers at his son.

"Such a weakling," Vegeta muttered.

Trunks could feel his eyes building up with tears. All he wanted was for his father to be proud of him. Was that so much to ask?

"Now, get out."

Trunks stood up and glared angrily at his father. "No."

"What did you say to me boy?"

"I said NO!" Trunks yelled.

Vegeta walked up to his son. "So you want to fight do you?" Vegeta asked. Vegeta and Trunks fought, more of Vegeta beat up Trunks until he could barely stand.

"Still wanna fight?" Vegeta asked.

Trunks stood up taller. He spoke three words. Three words Vegeta hoped he would never hear from his sons mouth directed to him.

"I hate you!"

Trunks ran as fast as he could out of the GR, leaving a numb feeling Vegeta.

'He hates me? How could he hate me? Is it because he thinks I don't love him? But I do!'

Trunks was flying now, where he didn't know. He felt his fathers ki still in the GR. He hadn't moved. Not like he had expected him to. Now his fears were confirmed. His father hated him.

Why should he care? He didn't need him. He never needed him, and he was never there. Just then it started raining.

Vegeta sunk to his knees. His son hated him. He was to late. If only he had shown him he cared. That was it. Vegeta stood up and followed Trunks's ki.

Trunks finally fell to the ground, to tired to fly any longer. He lied in the mud and cried.

His body was shaking as he continued to sob. He soon grew numb from the cold rain. He laid there, wishing things were different, wishing he hadn't said what he'd said.

He loved his father. He hadn't meant what he said. But it was to late. His father was probably training now, glad that Trunks was out of his life forever. These thoughts only made Trunks cry harder.

Trunks missed his father already. His body was aching from all the wounds he had gotten fighting with his father just a little while ago. Trunks began to shiver. He couldn't go back home now. Not now, not ever.

Vegeta gently touched down next to his sobbing son. "Trunks?"

Trunks looked up at his father and turned away. Great. Now his father had found him crying. But Vegeta didn't scold him. He knelt down next to him.

I don't want to run away, but I can't take it, I don't understand.

If I'm not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am?

Trunks looked up into his fathers eyes. "Dad?" Trunks jumped into his fathers arms and cried. Vegeta let him cry.

"Trunks, I love you."

"I love you too dad."

The next day, Vegeta and Trunks were training as usual.

Trunks fell to the ground from exhaustion.. again.

"And I breath you into my heart and pray for the strength to stand today," Trunks sang quietly.

Vegeta reached out a had and pulled Trunks to hid feet. "Does that work for you?"

"Yes."

A/N: That's it!

Piccolo: Thank goodness.

A/N: Oh shut it.

Piccolo: Mutters about me being a spoiled brat

A/N: Now, click the little button that says go, and review! Bye! Waits impatiently

Piccolo: sigh Review.