Well, first, shell i greet every - and any - one who is reading this. I know that it has been ages since I last posted anything except reviews (and even then, those were done anonymously. I have been too busy to do anything. Some of you who follow my page (or stories) will know I matriculated in 2012. Well, its 2014 and I am officially a programmer for a web producing company. (did a one year self study certificate in software development) So yes. my last two years have been hectic. Anyhow, somewhere along the lines, i wrote this... insert 'ta da' here

Well, this has been on my laptop enjoying the growing dust for months and i think its time i posted it... it IS ALREADY COMPLETE. so don't worry about me not finishing... i have this whole thing typed. just need to post the chapters... which i will... so long as at least one person comments to say they like the story and wish it to continue. you know, what is the point of posting something that is utter crap, ne'?

So now to the explanation. this story was a true challenge to me. i did as much research as i could and while i found a lot to contradict my idea, i decided as a fiction novel, it did not matter. just go with it XD. So, basic information needed to understand this. this is an alternative universe where the DBZ characters do not know each other and more importantly, they are pure human.

Goten is ill. i will leave it at that. Trunks is injured. again, leaving it at that. This is a yoai fic, more based on emotional and physical healing than pure sex and lust and love. though in the end, i think Trunks truly loved Goten... anyhow, you decide. :)

so, with nothing else to cover, please, read on... so long as you understand that this is a male on male fic and more importantly, i do not own the characters i used.

War Is a Terrible Place

Dear lord all mighty. I truly wanted to stay on earth and live for you but… That all ended when I entered that horrible place called 'War Zone'. I watched men die. Women and children raped and then murdered. The enemy seemed so friendly compared to what the army I was in was like. I mean. We dropped bombs on to villages that I knew had no soldiers, only their families. A sense of psychological warfare. Gods it was horrible. And when I think 'thank you lord, I'm going home!' The worst thing happens. The enemy that I thought was friendly attacked. They dropped a bomb right inside our trench. Just like that.

I look up and there I see my death. It laughs at me in the strangest voice as it crashes into the far left side of the trench. BOOM is all I hear and I can no longer see. Green mustard clouds surround me and the other men. Suddenly there is a loud CRACK and suddenly I'm down. I can see again. There are men running away from the smoke. Some are screaming in pain and holding their heads. A see a man who is on fire and he falls to the ground. I decide I need to move, except, I cannot feel my legs. Oh gods, why can't I feel my legs?! There is another BOOM on my right and again I can't see. The clouds grow and soon I can barely breathe. I'm loosing consciousness and I know I'm going to die here with the man who is still on fire. My sight begins to return and I can see three men trying to pull me from under something. They get me free and are rushing me away. I can't tell if they are the enemy or my team. I hope they are the enemy, he will keep me safe. My team will only kill me!

Two years after the war…

"Trunks, honey, wake up. It's all a dream. Baby wake up!" Bulma shakes her son awake. She is gentle so that she doesn't hurt his injured legs. Trunks slowly opens his eyes. "Mother?" Bulma starts to cry. Trunks stopped calling her mom and Vegeta dad when he got back from the war. "Yes baby. It was a bad dream. I'm here, its ok." Trunks nodded slightly. "Why are you here though, Mother? Shouldn't you be working?" Trunks asked. Bulma shook her head and brought out Trunks' wheel chair "Trunks, you need to go to rehab today so that you can learn how to walk again. "

=Idiot women. I cannot walk… my legs won't let me, no amount of rehab can get me to walk again… but I can humour her right?= "Ok mother." Bulma and Vegeta helped Trunks into his wheel chair and took him to the car. They put Trunks into the car, folded the wheel chair up, and put it into the boot. Once done, they too got into the car. All this without a word.

The drive was slow and boring for Trunks. He wondered when he would finally die. He was 25 and already a cripple. He always imagined himself living until at least 65 before he could no longer take care of himself. Disappointed that this was his life, he looked out his window as they drove past the famous Pink Garden Park. "Mother, remind me, why is this park famous?" Trunks asked. Bulma looked and then smiled.

"There was this woman. Her name was Chichi. She died two years ago. When she was alive, when she was young she came to this park and planted a single pink rose. She planted it on her youngest son's first birthday. Every year after that, on his birthday, she planted a pink rose. Today the rose garden is huge. No one tends to it except a young man who is speculated to be her youngest son. The garden is beautiful."

Trunks shook his head. "You really believe that, mother?" Bulma looked back at her son with a frown. "Yes… Don't you, where's your faith in God and beauty, Trunks?" Trunks took one last look at the park and then said, "My faith in God and beauty was left in the trench…"=along with my ability to walk. =

The pink roses moved in time with the wind. Twenty-four beautiful rose bushes. They waved happily at the young man sitting in the middle of them. The rose bushes were positioned so that there was a nice sitting spot in the middle and a walkway through the bushes. The young man was sitting comfortably and looking at the sky. He loved this spot the most. He and his mother used to sit there and just talk. His brother and father never understood. He didn't think they were capable of understanding such things. All he really knew was that most people in this world were completely incapable of understanding the little things.

He got up from his sitting position and picked a single rose from the oldest rosebush. The one planted the day he turned one. He put the rose in his hair and walked through the walkway and out of the park. He was going home.

"Hello Trunks. How are you feeling today?" Asked nurse Ladysmith. Trunks nodded and said a soft "Fine." She smiled brightly and gave him a chocolate to eat. It tasted horrible though as it had no sugar in it. =I'm going to die anyway, why can't I eat some proper chocolate?= Trunks thought as he swallowed it. "Alright Trunks, It's time for you to try stand. We will help you stand up, all you have to do is work hard to keep yourself up. That's all. So we will help massage your feet and legs to get the blood pumping and then we will try alright?" Trunks nodded a bit and watched them. He could feel slight pins and needles in his legs but could not feel their touches. They held him by his arms and lifted him. As he stood he realised he didn't know what to do. He could still feel the pins and needles but could not feel the ground. He felt that he was being held up and as they slowly let go, he simply collapsed back into his chair.

"I tried. However, all I could feel was pins and needles in my legs. I didn't even feel the floor below my feet." Trunks spoke. Everyone nodded and told him he did a fantastic job and he must just keep at it. Apparently, pins and needles in the legs are a good sign that his nerves are working.

On the drive back home Trunks looked at the park again. He wondered if he could convince his mother to take him there, just so he could sit outside a bit.