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'It's...it's not fair. Why did he do it? Why did he leave me? He's my best friend, he...was like a father to me...the only father I've ever known.' he sobbed.
Then, all of a sudden, he felt rage building up inside of him. His gut ached. The rage completely controlled him. He clenched his fists so hard, his nails broken the skin, and a tiny stream of blood trickled down his palm.
'Damned Jinzouningen!' he thought. 'They killed everyone close to me! Damn them!'
He screamed. A scream of pure hate, anger, rage, and yet, with a hint of sorrow in it. His hair shot up and fell back into place, a golden color. His eyes turned aqua green. He'd become a Super Saiyan. He didn't care. For once, he didn't care that he'd reached the Super Saiyan level. It was the last thing on his mind, next to the fact his hands were still bleeding. He...he'd wanted Gohan to see him reach this level; but Gohan was gone. He screamed again, his knees buckled and he made large craters in the ground with his fists.
He sat there, beside Gohan's lifeless body, for hours. The rain had stopped an hour or two ago, and his clothes began to dry. He went in and out of Super Saiyan when his moods changed, and he felt that rage again. He'd been doing a lot of thinking when he wasn't blinded by his anger and sorrow.
'Poor Chi-chi,' he thought, 'now she had no one left, except her father, but he was getting really old.'
He stood up, his legs were reluctant to comply. After sitting in the same position for hours, his leg muscles had grow stiff. He staggered around like a drunk man for a couple minutes before his legs woke up. He wasn't sure what to do just yet, but he knew he would move Gohan's body. Perhaps he would take it back to Capsule Corp. then they could hold a proper burial for Gohan. It was the least he could do. The very least.
His kaasan and Gohan had told him that when his tousan and the other warriors had died at the hands of the Jinzouningen, they had held a proper burial. Gohan, being the one to always poke fun at him when they weren't training, told him that he cried and wailed during the entire ceremony. They had buried everyone at the north side of Capsule Corp. It worked as a graveyard, but it was kind of freaky to look out the window and see a bunch of tombstones.
He was being insensitive again. His kaasan told him he was way too insensitive sometimes. She'd also remarked that he was a lot like his tousan. He took pride in that remark. Since he'd never known his tousan, he figured it was a compliment. Gohan told him that his tousan was strong, tough, and arrogant; Trunks knew that everyone was arrogant sometimes, so he didn't let that comment bother him.
He picked up Gohan's body, and attempted to throw it over his shoulder. The first few times he missed. The limp body eventually was over Trunks' shoulder.
'Geez,' he thought, 'Gohan sure is...was heavy. Must have been all that food he ate.' He silently chuckled.
He hovered over the ground, and, once he had his balance, Trunks took off in the direction of his home.
'Kaasan isn't going to like this, and as soon as she sees the body she's gonna make me take a bath. Then she's gonna phone Chi-chi. sigh'
