Conversations in the Gravity RoomSeventeen, Part 1Conversations in the Gravity Room by RightorLeft
Vegeta flung his seventeen-year-old son into the chamber ahead of him, slamming the door and engaging a full lock down before turning to the boy, disgust written on his features.
"You are far too old to be acting like this, Trunks," he reprimanded, arms folded imperiously over his chest. The boy was already back on his feet, glaring at his father with undisguised fury.
"I could say the same to you," he growled, and Vegeta strode up to him and backhanded him across the face.
"Do not talk back to me, boy," he snarled, and Trunks swung at him. What ensued was not a fight, nor could it be considered sparring. It was not even so nice as wrestling. It was grappling, down and dirty fighting with no clear victor and no objective other than to inflict as much violence on your opponent as possible. Vegeta, who had experienced a very real fear that his son would someday surpass him upon learning that the boy could go Super Saiyan, had kept up his training to ensure that t