+++Disclaimer+++
I don't own DragonBallZ or any of the characters.
+++Explanations+++ This story is as if the History of Trunks movie never existed. I've changed
a few things for plot purposes, but nothing big like names, races, etc.
Trunks narrates the story.
+++Chapter 1+++
What came first: the misery or the music? Parents worry about their children getting into drugs and listening to bad music and cussing. They never once consider the thousands- literally thousands- of songs their kids will listen to about heartache, rejection, loneliness, misery and loss. Did I listen to pop music because I was miserable? Or was I miserable because I listened to pop music? Seriously. I sit in this room after work waiting for Mom to finish the time capsule, and I do nothing with my time. What is there to do? I wait for Serena, she works, trying to find the patience to listen to people complain because they asked for Diet Pepsi, not regular, or be upset because they didn't get a fork with their silverware. She claims that just because you work at an upscale restaurant, it doesn't mean it's any better than a pizza place or an old highway diner. It seems wrong that the daughter, orphan though she may be, of a Sayain legend, who should be out protecting the world, fighting those androids with me, has to work as a waitress at one of the few restaurants that haven't been destroyed. There's no other way to keep food on the table, you know? I have to stay at Capsule Corp. and work with Mom, help her develop new things to make life easier for everyday people. Here's the problem with our developments: by the time we finish, there won't be a life to make easier. Everyone'll be dead. Laugh all you want now- tell me I'm cracking up. Maybe I am. I just don't care anymore. Sometimes I think that maybe since we've had to deal with what destiny has dished out to us, I shouldn't go to the past and try to change things. I would never tell Mom something like that, of course. She would start balling, something she tends to do a lot anymore. I think it's because she found an old picture of Father. He's scowling at the camera in it; I think it hurts her to see him like that, miserable, jealous, guilty. But I guess I'm getting ahead of myself. Everything started years and years ago, before Serena and I were born, even. First thing's first: Gohan.
Gohan was already 12 when Serena and I were born. Well, when Serena was born anyway. I'm six months older. From what Mom's told me, Chi-Chi and Goku thought they were getting another boy, and they were excited about it, obviously. When Chi-Chi was halfway through the pregnancy, though, Goku got the disease. It didn't take long to get straight to him, because he was dead three months before Chi-Chi had Serena. I guess Serena was the perfect antidote for Goku's death, because instead of having time to feel sorry for herself and be upset about Goku, Chi-Chi was kept busy with a baby. But things didn't stay happy too long.the rest of the Earth's Special Forces were dead within a year, all except Gohan, and by that time he had lost an arm. But I will say that I owe him my life.
Sometimes I wonder if Gohan would have even had the will to live if it weren't for Serena. She was his everything; he loved her more than life itself. Like I said, though, nothing good lasts forever.
I don't own DragonBallZ or any of the characters.
+++Explanations+++ This story is as if the History of Trunks movie never existed. I've changed
a few things for plot purposes, but nothing big like names, races, etc.
Trunks narrates the story.
+++Chapter 1+++
What came first: the misery or the music? Parents worry about their children getting into drugs and listening to bad music and cussing. They never once consider the thousands- literally thousands- of songs their kids will listen to about heartache, rejection, loneliness, misery and loss. Did I listen to pop music because I was miserable? Or was I miserable because I listened to pop music? Seriously. I sit in this room after work waiting for Mom to finish the time capsule, and I do nothing with my time. What is there to do? I wait for Serena, she works, trying to find the patience to listen to people complain because they asked for Diet Pepsi, not regular, or be upset because they didn't get a fork with their silverware. She claims that just because you work at an upscale restaurant, it doesn't mean it's any better than a pizza place or an old highway diner. It seems wrong that the daughter, orphan though she may be, of a Sayain legend, who should be out protecting the world, fighting those androids with me, has to work as a waitress at one of the few restaurants that haven't been destroyed. There's no other way to keep food on the table, you know? I have to stay at Capsule Corp. and work with Mom, help her develop new things to make life easier for everyday people. Here's the problem with our developments: by the time we finish, there won't be a life to make easier. Everyone'll be dead. Laugh all you want now- tell me I'm cracking up. Maybe I am. I just don't care anymore. Sometimes I think that maybe since we've had to deal with what destiny has dished out to us, I shouldn't go to the past and try to change things. I would never tell Mom something like that, of course. She would start balling, something she tends to do a lot anymore. I think it's because she found an old picture of Father. He's scowling at the camera in it; I think it hurts her to see him like that, miserable, jealous, guilty. But I guess I'm getting ahead of myself. Everything started years and years ago, before Serena and I were born, even. First thing's first: Gohan.
Gohan was already 12 when Serena and I were born. Well, when Serena was born anyway. I'm six months older. From what Mom's told me, Chi-Chi and Goku thought they were getting another boy, and they were excited about it, obviously. When Chi-Chi was halfway through the pregnancy, though, Goku got the disease. It didn't take long to get straight to him, because he was dead three months before Chi-Chi had Serena. I guess Serena was the perfect antidote for Goku's death, because instead of having time to feel sorry for herself and be upset about Goku, Chi-Chi was kept busy with a baby. But things didn't stay happy too long.the rest of the Earth's Special Forces were dead within a year, all except Gohan, and by that time he had lost an arm. But I will say that I owe him my life.
Sometimes I wonder if Gohan would have even had the will to live if it weren't for Serena. She was his everything; he loved her more than life itself. Like I said, though, nothing good lasts forever.
