I'm going to talk before you read, since I want you to be left on a single note. I was extremely depressed when I wrote this, almost suicidal depressed, along with AMSMB (Aishiteru My Son, My Brat). I was crying a lot when I wrote this and I still cry when I read it. Maybe it's lame to cry over your own story, but I do. So read, and review to tell me what you think. (I want to make a sequel, but I'm kind of stuck, suggestions are welcome) And for those who don't know,

Otousan= Father

Kassaan= Mother

Ai shiteru= I love you

Sakura= Cherry blossoms

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The snow, it is red. I sink to my knees upon the frozen blood and I quake as I place my hand upon the body. Why did he have to go?! I cry. Why couldn't he stay? For now, only I am here. Only I am left. But why? Why could not I have taken his place? I would give anything for him to be alive. But he would not want that. He wanted to save me, he wanted to die for me, I tell myself. These words are poison, he should not have died. He used his last breath of life to whisper the words I thought he'd never say.

Ai shiteru, my son.

I fought with and betrayed him! How could he, a man like him say those words? Look at my hands! They are scarred with the blood of my father!

"Come back, otousan," I pray. "COME BACK!" Nothing compares to this pain! It hurts too much to even cry! Who deserves this? I do, I deserve this. But what about what he did? Nothing, I answer, nothing but love his son. I did not believe it until now. When it is too late. "I'm taking you home now otousan, to your wife and daughter." I tell him. I scoop him into my arms and rise into the air. Oh kassaan and sister, what will you think of me now? I have murdered my otousan.

Sakura blossoms are falling everywhere. I walk into our garden, still clutching my otousan's body. Kassaan and sister are waiting on the porch. Kasaan comes running to me.

"Kami, what happened Trunks?" she asks.

"I murdered him." I answer. My face is blank and shows no expression. Kasaan eyes shine with tears.

"How my son?"

"He guarded me from the blasts." I make certain my face is unreadable. My sister comes over. "Kassaan, what happened to otousan?" Kassaan does not hear.

"DAMN THAT WAR! WHY DID YOU GO?" she shouts through tears. I look away, unable to see her, knowing I had caused her the pain.

"Kassaan, what happened to otousan?" My sister repeats. This time kassaan hears her.

"He's dead Bulla." Kassaan utters softly as she says the truth aloud. My sister seems unfazed. "We can bring him back with the Dragonballs Kassaan." Kassaan shakes her head.

"No, he's died before, it won't work. He's gone." More tears swell as she speaks the words. "Otousan's gone?" she repeats, "But he's right there, he can't be gone!" Despite her words tears come to the innocent's eyes. I lay my otousan down under the sakura tree. Kassaan and sister kneel beside me.

"Did he say anything before he died Trunks? Anything at all?" Kassaan asks.

"Yes." I reply, "He told me he loved me." I choke on the last words.

"You are not responsible for his death." Kassaan tells me. I grip my blood soaked clothes.

"I am. Nothing you say or believe can change that."

"Trunks, you're bleeding!" My sister screams. And so I am. My hands are drenched in blood. "Let me get something to stop the bleeding." Kassaan says.

"No. These are the hands that killed my father. They will never stop bleeding." I hold my hands to my face. "It is his blood, it is my curse. These are the hands that killed him. They will be forever scarred with blood."