This is my first Dragon Ball Z anything, so here goes nothing. I don't own any of the characters in this. (At least, that's what my shrink keeps telling me...)

This is dedicated to my friend Amber, who threatened to seriously injure me if I didn't write something about Trunks. *grinz* This poem is in Future Trunk's POV (big surprise, huh?) that is taking place during the first time that he comes to the past. See if you can guess who he is talking/thinking about before you get to the end.

First Sight

As I stand here watching you,

I feel a tear fall down my face.

Who would think that we are but a few,

Of the last members of our race.

You stand there tall, proud, and strong,

Your expression much like mine.

And I can tell that Mother wasn't wrong,

As I look at you for the first time.

She said that you are like me,

And that I am like you.

We are much alike - this I can see.

And I hope that someday you can see it too.

I realize that I can't let you know yet,

Who I really am.

And even thought we just met,

I can tell that at the moment, you would pretend not to give a damn.

Mother warned me that it would be like this,

That I would want to let you know.

And that I couldn't take the risk,

That I had to try and lay low.

I never got to know you in my life,

And I'm finally starting to realize today,

That for that I am truly sad.

Creating this time machine was quite a strife,

But it seems worth it as I fly away...

As I whisper quietly, "It's nice to meet you, Dad."