Disclaimer: Heyo! I don't own DbZ or DbGT cuz this one is GT which none of my ficcies usually r...anyway just read my author's note and it will explain everything!
A/N: I've had this idea for the longest time! And I'm just writing it down now. This is my first song-fic so please be gentle. This is also my first attempt at writing GT material...cuz we don't have those eps in the US yet so...yea...have fun readin and please review!
o and the lyrics have stars like this ** around them...enjoy~
" Up and Gone "
song by
Hoobastank
Trunks sat in his office at Capsule Corps. It was another dull day in his life, nothing special, nothing had ever been. Looking over the papers on his desk, he closed his eyes. Carefully he brought his hands up to his temples and began to massage them gently. That massive headache was returning, the one that had pained him ever since he had returned from his quest to find the Black Star Dragonballs. It had come and gone many times, but always seemed to return whenever he began to think about his life. His *empty* life. Opening his eyes, he stared at the white ceiling, it all seemed like a dream...or possibly a nightmare.
**Staring at the white above.**
**Can't tell if I'm alive,**
**Or am I dead?**
**Or is it in my head?**
Trunks ran his left hand through his soft lavender hair. Pulling back at the strands he stared at the cherry-wood frame that was resting on his desk. Inside was a picture. A very *fond* memory he hoped never to forget. But he was forgetting; slowly the image was dissipating and so was he. He, Trunks Vegeta Briefs, was losing the battle between himself and...himself.
**Where'd I go wrong?!**
He ran his thumb along the reddish wood. His finger stopping when it encountered a finger-print along the glass. Taking his sleeve he rubbed away the smudge and stared at the figure which had layed underneathe it.
'Pan,' he thought.
**Staring at the white above**
** One day I closed my eyes**
** And here I am**
** A cold, unhappy man**
That same migrane was coming on stronger now. Fiddling with his glasses, Trunks took them off his face and flung them to the ground in frustration. He had never needed them anyway, they were only worn to make him look more professional. Proffesional, that was a laugh. Stuck in a job he didn't care about at all, and in a life he despised.
** I've come to realize**
**The life I have I hate**
**The pulse I need is**
**Slowly fading**
**Until I've lost it all**
'Why can't I go back to the good old days? The time when life was more than a chore, and I actually enjoyed it? Why am I stuck in the skin of someone I'm not?'
Trunks turned his gaze back to the small frame, *her* small frame. It had been five years since the end of their quest, five years since he had actually lived. He was thirty-four now, and still only looked twenty-two. Many women would kill for a chance to catch a glance of him, yet he didn't care. Nothing seemed to matter anymore, especially not *them*. Nothing in his life was as he had thought it to be so many years ago....
**I've been waiting**
**For an inspiration**
**For a chance**
**I never got to take**
** Before it's much too late**
She had been around him for such a long time. Why hadn't he said anything? Why hadn't he told her? Was it that he didn't know of his own feelings in the past? He didn't understand, and all this pondering made his head ache even more.
Standing up, Trunks walked over to the window and looked at the vast landscaping below him. He noticed the Gravity Machine was on, and he would do anything to get out of work. Including being his father's personal punching bag. His father was so damn free, and it killed him to see someone like Vegeta have such a great life. What he thought was great anyway.
**Where'd I go wrong?!**
Hearing a beeping noise he turned around. It was the view-phone his Mom had put in his office so she could check up on him. Reluctantly, he returned to his prison of a desk and sat down, pressing the "Answer" button located on the machine. It was probably his mother once again, badgering him about all the deadlines he had to meet.
"Trunks Briefs, Capsule Corporation president speaking, how may I help you?"
"Trunks did you get all that paperwork done?" an annoyed woman asked.
He was right.
"It's all finished mother." he answered while watching the elderly woman tap her foot impatiently on the vid-screen.
"Stop lying son because you suck at it." Bulma said while crossing her arms over her chest.
Trunks only grumbled some curses under his breath an turned his swivel-chair around so he was facing the window. His mother had always known when he was lying, he guessed it was just a 'mother' thing.
"Go finish your work Trunks and maybe you can be out on time today." Bulma added before the screen went blank.
Hanging his head over, Trunks stared at the floor. Allowing his lavender hair to cover his eyes. Possibly hiding the stray tear that had found its way through his barrier. It happened every once in a while, some of that raw emotion would leak out. Luckily, no one was around when it did.
**Where's the boy**
**That used to run?**
**Could it be**
**He's up and gone away?**
**He seems so far away**
**And all the things**
**I could have done**
**Could it be**
**They've up and gone away?**
**They seem so far away**
Turning back around, he began to continue doing the work that was spralled out before him. Soon remembering the tear, he wiped away some of the moisture that remained on his face. Trunks then began to take down some notes, scribbling his signiture every so often where there was an x.
"Where is that damned Capsule Corp. stamp?" he mumbled looking around his desk frantically.
That piece of rubber had saved him many times. It always helped him get the work done twice as fast. But now this miracle item was no where to be seen. It was then he heard it, that stupid video-phone was ringing again. He was not in the mood to deal with anyone right now, especially not his mother.
"Hello, Trunks Briefs speaking, how may I help you?" he said in an annoyed tone.
"Hey brother! How are you?" a female asked, her voice was cheerful.
"What do you want Bura?" Trunks questioned, he was upset that his sister was calling him now.
"Ummm, well...I was wondering if you could tell Mom and Dad that you, me, Goten and Pan are hanging out tonight." she hesitated.
At this Trunks' blood began to boil. Here he was trying to get some work done, and his sister was interrupting him so that she could hook-up with his best friend. Their facade had been going on for about 3yrs now, and quite frankly, he was getting tired of it.
"Bura, you're 21!" Trunks screamed. "Just tell Mom and Dad already and stop involving me in your stupid games!" With that, Trunks hung up the phone. Leaving a completely surprised sister on the other end.
The moment he hung up the phone, Trunks regretted what he had done. Putting his elbows attop the desk, he leaned his head into his hands. Resting there small rasped sobs; almost inaudible could be heard every so often.
**It feels as if the boy in me**
**Has left and been replaced**
**With a cheap and bitter**
**Imposter of myself**
Picking up his head he looked down toward the desk.
"Where's that stamp." he said in an agitated tone.
Shuffling through the papers on his desk, he didn't find anything. So, he moved onto the top drawer. Opening it, he sighed. Everything was so...messy. He never cared for cleaning, especially in a place he didn't live. Then again, he did live there. Five days a week, and ten to fourteen hours a day this was him home. The prison he could never escape.
"There you are." Trunks said to no one while picking up the stamp. His eyes widened at the site before him, and his heart warmed slightly. There in front of him, was a picture of him at the age of eight. It was him at his first World Martial Arts Tournament dressed as Mighty Mask.
**Flashback**
"C'mon Goten don't you wanna fight with the grown ups?" A young Trunks asked.
"I don't know Trunks...I don't think that that is such a good idea." Goten said while scratching his head.
Just then Trunks jumped down off of the wall he was sitting on and ran toward one of the contenders in the tournament. He was dressed in a goofy outfit.
"Hey Mister." Trunks said, getting the man's attention.
"What is it kid?" the man asked.
"There's this guy over there who bet he could arm wrestle you for a thousand zeni. He's very skinny too, I don't know why he'd wanna challange you." Trunks advertized innocently.
"Ooo kid that's easy money, where is that punk."
"Just around the corner." Trunks said while dragging the man by the wrist.
Upon arriving *around the corner* the man looked around frantically, noticing that there was no one there.
"Hey kid whe--." The man was interrupted by a hand connecting with his neck.
"Trunks what did you do?" Goten asked while running over toward his friend.
"We arm-wrestled and I won." Trunks answered while pulling the man into the bushes and getting dressed in the man's costume. Once finally emerging from the bushes, the two demi-saiyans were standing on each other's shoulders in the ridiculous costume. "Good! Now no one will ever know!"
**End Flashback**
"Its weird to think I was actually like that, but then again I guess I wouldn't mind going back to being so carefree. Back then I thought my life was going be so much fun...fate never seems to surprise me anymore."
Trunks lifted the picture up to his face and studied it carefully before smirking.
"Goten, my partner in crime, my best friend. We had so much fun together, where did all the good times go?"
**I must find the one**
**That used to be**
**Approach him slow**
**Don't be afraid to say,**
**"Can he come out and play?"**
**Where'd I go wrong?!**
Shaking his head Trunks returned his attention to the paperwork that layed before him. Now that he had found the little piece of rubber, everything would go a lot quicker. It was amazing that something so small and out-dated could get him out of the prison two to three hours earlier. Sighing, he dipped the stamp in ink and pressed onto the important documents. Each one he succeeded in stamping brought him one step closer to freedom. Until an interruption drew his attention from his work once again.
The view-phone was ringing again.
"I swear I'm going to blast that thing into a million pieces if it doesn't stop ringing." Trunks stated dryly. His eyes fixated on the video phone as some sweat dripped from his brow. Finally he couldn't take it anymore, raising his finger up toward the appliance he readied his hand. "Bang." Just then a blue colored ki blast exited his pointer-finger, blasting the piece of metal into a million pieces. Smiling in satisfaction he went back to his work, thinking that nothing else would interrupt him...
"RING!"
Now the regular telephone was ringing.
Trunks gripped his hair tightly on the verge of ripping the strands right from the roots. All he wanted to do was to finish his work...was that so hard. He guessed so.
"Someone up there hates me." he mumbled before debating whether or not to pick up the phone.
"RING!!!!"
"Well," he said reaching for the phone and grabbing it quickly...he took in a big breathe before saying,"TrunksBriefsofCapsuleCorportationhowmayIhelpyou?ActuallyImaynotbeabletohelpyousinceIamverybusyatthemomentsowouldyoupleasecallbacklater?"
"Jeez Trunks, you're never *that* busy."
Trunks' blood immediately ran cold. How could it be? He didn't think it was possible, never had this happened before. Why did it now? He had so many questions and yet the only person who could answer them was....
"Pan," his voice softened, "Why are you calling?"
Despite the fact that Trunks was trying to keep his tone mild and controlled, he was restraining himself from telling Pan what he wanted to, he wanted to tell her he loved her. If he could....
"Well, I guess I'm trying to cut you a break with work and all; that and I just came over your house to find my best friend crying."
"Yea, I kinda yelled at her, she caught me at a bad time...." Trunks commented.
"I know how work can be, its really stressful sometimes...." she paused, "so in light of this evidence I was wondering if you wanted to take a break from your 'personal hell' and join me for some late lunch...I think Bura and Goten are going to the movies or something...so it would just be you and me...is that alright?" Pan sounded unsure.
This was it. The chance he had been waiting for, not only and escape, but the loophole he had missed so many years ago. He wasn't going to make the same mistake again, this time, he was taking charge. He would tell Pan how he felt...no matter what.
**Staring at the sky above**
** I found a chance I'm finally going to take**
**I've learned from my mistakes**
**Where'd I go wrong?**
"Sure," Trunks commented, a little over excited, "Name the place."
"Ok then," Pan thought for a moment, "How about at the diner...I think that would be a great place."
"The one with the buffet?" Trunks questioned.
"Yup that's it." she replied.
"I'll be there before you can say Up and Gone." Trunks went to hang up the phone but then picked it up again, "Oh and there is something I have to talk to you about." his lips tugged into a genuine smile. He then disconnected the line.
'Up and gone...something to talk about? I wonder what he means...hope it's something good.' Pan thought as she went to get ready for her late lunch *date*.
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Continue? Stop? You guys tell me...I think i could put about 2more chappies out if i want to on this story. Just let me know wut you guyz think though...I used the Songfic up and Gone by Hoobastank cuz i love the band!! Plus I think this song fits Trunks so well...it would be a shame not to use it. O well pleez review!!
'till we meet again
~Trunksgrl06~
A/N: I've had this idea for the longest time! And I'm just writing it down now. This is my first song-fic so please be gentle. This is also my first attempt at writing GT material...cuz we don't have those eps in the US yet so...yea...have fun readin and please review!
o and the lyrics have stars like this ** around them...enjoy~
" Up and Gone "
song by
Hoobastank
Trunks sat in his office at Capsule Corps. It was another dull day in his life, nothing special, nothing had ever been. Looking over the papers on his desk, he closed his eyes. Carefully he brought his hands up to his temples and began to massage them gently. That massive headache was returning, the one that had pained him ever since he had returned from his quest to find the Black Star Dragonballs. It had come and gone many times, but always seemed to return whenever he began to think about his life. His *empty* life. Opening his eyes, he stared at the white ceiling, it all seemed like a dream...or possibly a nightmare.
**Staring at the white above.**
**Can't tell if I'm alive,**
**Or am I dead?**
**Or is it in my head?**
Trunks ran his left hand through his soft lavender hair. Pulling back at the strands he stared at the cherry-wood frame that was resting on his desk. Inside was a picture. A very *fond* memory he hoped never to forget. But he was forgetting; slowly the image was dissipating and so was he. He, Trunks Vegeta Briefs, was losing the battle between himself and...himself.
**Where'd I go wrong?!**
He ran his thumb along the reddish wood. His finger stopping when it encountered a finger-print along the glass. Taking his sleeve he rubbed away the smudge and stared at the figure which had layed underneathe it.
'Pan,' he thought.
**Staring at the white above**
** One day I closed my eyes**
** And here I am**
** A cold, unhappy man**
That same migrane was coming on stronger now. Fiddling with his glasses, Trunks took them off his face and flung them to the ground in frustration. He had never needed them anyway, they were only worn to make him look more professional. Proffesional, that was a laugh. Stuck in a job he didn't care about at all, and in a life he despised.
** I've come to realize**
**The life I have I hate**
**The pulse I need is**
**Slowly fading**
**Until I've lost it all**
'Why can't I go back to the good old days? The time when life was more than a chore, and I actually enjoyed it? Why am I stuck in the skin of someone I'm not?'
Trunks turned his gaze back to the small frame, *her* small frame. It had been five years since the end of their quest, five years since he had actually lived. He was thirty-four now, and still only looked twenty-two. Many women would kill for a chance to catch a glance of him, yet he didn't care. Nothing seemed to matter anymore, especially not *them*. Nothing in his life was as he had thought it to be so many years ago....
**I've been waiting**
**For an inspiration**
**For a chance**
**I never got to take**
** Before it's much too late**
She had been around him for such a long time. Why hadn't he said anything? Why hadn't he told her? Was it that he didn't know of his own feelings in the past? He didn't understand, and all this pondering made his head ache even more.
Standing up, Trunks walked over to the window and looked at the vast landscaping below him. He noticed the Gravity Machine was on, and he would do anything to get out of work. Including being his father's personal punching bag. His father was so damn free, and it killed him to see someone like Vegeta have such a great life. What he thought was great anyway.
**Where'd I go wrong?!**
Hearing a beeping noise he turned around. It was the view-phone his Mom had put in his office so she could check up on him. Reluctantly, he returned to his prison of a desk and sat down, pressing the "Answer" button located on the machine. It was probably his mother once again, badgering him about all the deadlines he had to meet.
"Trunks Briefs, Capsule Corporation president speaking, how may I help you?"
"Trunks did you get all that paperwork done?" an annoyed woman asked.
He was right.
"It's all finished mother." he answered while watching the elderly woman tap her foot impatiently on the vid-screen.
"Stop lying son because you suck at it." Bulma said while crossing her arms over her chest.
Trunks only grumbled some curses under his breath an turned his swivel-chair around so he was facing the window. His mother had always known when he was lying, he guessed it was just a 'mother' thing.
"Go finish your work Trunks and maybe you can be out on time today." Bulma added before the screen went blank.
Hanging his head over, Trunks stared at the floor. Allowing his lavender hair to cover his eyes. Possibly hiding the stray tear that had found its way through his barrier. It happened every once in a while, some of that raw emotion would leak out. Luckily, no one was around when it did.
**Where's the boy**
**That used to run?**
**Could it be**
**He's up and gone away?**
**He seems so far away**
**And all the things**
**I could have done**
**Could it be**
**They've up and gone away?**
**They seem so far away**
Turning back around, he began to continue doing the work that was spralled out before him. Soon remembering the tear, he wiped away some of the moisture that remained on his face. Trunks then began to take down some notes, scribbling his signiture every so often where there was an x.
"Where is that damned Capsule Corp. stamp?" he mumbled looking around his desk frantically.
That piece of rubber had saved him many times. It always helped him get the work done twice as fast. But now this miracle item was no where to be seen. It was then he heard it, that stupid video-phone was ringing again. He was not in the mood to deal with anyone right now, especially not his mother.
"Hello, Trunks Briefs speaking, how may I help you?" he said in an annoyed tone.
"Hey brother! How are you?" a female asked, her voice was cheerful.
"What do you want Bura?" Trunks questioned, he was upset that his sister was calling him now.
"Ummm, well...I was wondering if you could tell Mom and Dad that you, me, Goten and Pan are hanging out tonight." she hesitated.
At this Trunks' blood began to boil. Here he was trying to get some work done, and his sister was interrupting him so that she could hook-up with his best friend. Their facade had been going on for about 3yrs now, and quite frankly, he was getting tired of it.
"Bura, you're 21!" Trunks screamed. "Just tell Mom and Dad already and stop involving me in your stupid games!" With that, Trunks hung up the phone. Leaving a completely surprised sister on the other end.
The moment he hung up the phone, Trunks regretted what he had done. Putting his elbows attop the desk, he leaned his head into his hands. Resting there small rasped sobs; almost inaudible could be heard every so often.
**It feels as if the boy in me**
**Has left and been replaced**
**With a cheap and bitter**
**Imposter of myself**
Picking up his head he looked down toward the desk.
"Where's that stamp." he said in an agitated tone.
Shuffling through the papers on his desk, he didn't find anything. So, he moved onto the top drawer. Opening it, he sighed. Everything was so...messy. He never cared for cleaning, especially in a place he didn't live. Then again, he did live there. Five days a week, and ten to fourteen hours a day this was him home. The prison he could never escape.
"There you are." Trunks said to no one while picking up the stamp. His eyes widened at the site before him, and his heart warmed slightly. There in front of him, was a picture of him at the age of eight. It was him at his first World Martial Arts Tournament dressed as Mighty Mask.
**Flashback**
"C'mon Goten don't you wanna fight with the grown ups?" A young Trunks asked.
"I don't know Trunks...I don't think that that is such a good idea." Goten said while scratching his head.
Just then Trunks jumped down off of the wall he was sitting on and ran toward one of the contenders in the tournament. He was dressed in a goofy outfit.
"Hey Mister." Trunks said, getting the man's attention.
"What is it kid?" the man asked.
"There's this guy over there who bet he could arm wrestle you for a thousand zeni. He's very skinny too, I don't know why he'd wanna challange you." Trunks advertized innocently.
"Ooo kid that's easy money, where is that punk."
"Just around the corner." Trunks said while dragging the man by the wrist.
Upon arriving *around the corner* the man looked around frantically, noticing that there was no one there.
"Hey kid whe--." The man was interrupted by a hand connecting with his neck.
"Trunks what did you do?" Goten asked while running over toward his friend.
"We arm-wrestled and I won." Trunks answered while pulling the man into the bushes and getting dressed in the man's costume. Once finally emerging from the bushes, the two demi-saiyans were standing on each other's shoulders in the ridiculous costume. "Good! Now no one will ever know!"
**End Flashback**
"Its weird to think I was actually like that, but then again I guess I wouldn't mind going back to being so carefree. Back then I thought my life was going be so much fun...fate never seems to surprise me anymore."
Trunks lifted the picture up to his face and studied it carefully before smirking.
"Goten, my partner in crime, my best friend. We had so much fun together, where did all the good times go?"
**I must find the one**
**That used to be**
**Approach him slow**
**Don't be afraid to say,**
**"Can he come out and play?"**
**Where'd I go wrong?!**
Shaking his head Trunks returned his attention to the paperwork that layed before him. Now that he had found the little piece of rubber, everything would go a lot quicker. It was amazing that something so small and out-dated could get him out of the prison two to three hours earlier. Sighing, he dipped the stamp in ink and pressed onto the important documents. Each one he succeeded in stamping brought him one step closer to freedom. Until an interruption drew his attention from his work once again.
The view-phone was ringing again.
"I swear I'm going to blast that thing into a million pieces if it doesn't stop ringing." Trunks stated dryly. His eyes fixated on the video phone as some sweat dripped from his brow. Finally he couldn't take it anymore, raising his finger up toward the appliance he readied his hand. "Bang." Just then a blue colored ki blast exited his pointer-finger, blasting the piece of metal into a million pieces. Smiling in satisfaction he went back to his work, thinking that nothing else would interrupt him...
"RING!"
Now the regular telephone was ringing.
Trunks gripped his hair tightly on the verge of ripping the strands right from the roots. All he wanted to do was to finish his work...was that so hard. He guessed so.
"Someone up there hates me." he mumbled before debating whether or not to pick up the phone.
"RING!!!!"
"Well," he said reaching for the phone and grabbing it quickly...he took in a big breathe before saying,"TrunksBriefsofCapsuleCorportationhowmayIhelpyou?ActuallyImaynotbeabletohelpyousinceIamverybusyatthemomentsowouldyoupleasecallbacklater?"
"Jeez Trunks, you're never *that* busy."
Trunks' blood immediately ran cold. How could it be? He didn't think it was possible, never had this happened before. Why did it now? He had so many questions and yet the only person who could answer them was....
"Pan," his voice softened, "Why are you calling?"
Despite the fact that Trunks was trying to keep his tone mild and controlled, he was restraining himself from telling Pan what he wanted to, he wanted to tell her he loved her. If he could....
"Well, I guess I'm trying to cut you a break with work and all; that and I just came over your house to find my best friend crying."
"Yea, I kinda yelled at her, she caught me at a bad time...." Trunks commented.
"I know how work can be, its really stressful sometimes...." she paused, "so in light of this evidence I was wondering if you wanted to take a break from your 'personal hell' and join me for some late lunch...I think Bura and Goten are going to the movies or something...so it would just be you and me...is that alright?" Pan sounded unsure.
This was it. The chance he had been waiting for, not only and escape, but the loophole he had missed so many years ago. He wasn't going to make the same mistake again, this time, he was taking charge. He would tell Pan how he felt...no matter what.
**Staring at the sky above**
** I found a chance I'm finally going to take**
**I've learned from my mistakes**
**Where'd I go wrong?**
"Sure," Trunks commented, a little over excited, "Name the place."
"Ok then," Pan thought for a moment, "How about at the diner...I think that would be a great place."
"The one with the buffet?" Trunks questioned.
"Yup that's it." she replied.
"I'll be there before you can say Up and Gone." Trunks went to hang up the phone but then picked it up again, "Oh and there is something I have to talk to you about." his lips tugged into a genuine smile. He then disconnected the line.
'Up and gone...something to talk about? I wonder what he means...hope it's something good.' Pan thought as she went to get ready for her late lunch *date*.
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Continue? Stop? You guys tell me...I think i could put about 2more chappies out if i want to on this story. Just let me know wut you guyz think though...I used the Songfic up and Gone by Hoobastank cuz i love the band!! Plus I think this song fits Trunks so well...it would be a shame not to use it. O well pleez review!!
'till we meet again
~Trunksgrl06~