Deny



A/N: Yeah, another Mirai Trunks ficcie. But what can I say, I'm in an angst mood and I wanna write away the feeling I suppose *shurgs*

Trunks ain't mine XP

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Is the the feeling to die? Or why was I still on this earth.... What can I do to help my only remaining family surivive this fucked up world? The androids took everything away from me, Piccoro, Yamucha, even my closet friend Gohan. If that wasn't enough, they took my father away.. The Sayainjin ouji; Prince of a dieing race. Correction, a dead race. I'm the only surviving sayainjin, and I can't help anyone now. My father's race put to shame because of a child who has given up all hope.

On top of it all, the only thing I care about anymore; my mother is slowly like the rest of our race, slowly dieing on the inside. She use to be a strong powerful woman, but after the deaths of her closets friends, and husband; she grows weaker daily. Her once brightly shinning soul, darken by the overwelming feeling of pity and pain. Who could ever blaim her, I felt the same away; but I must stay alive. My mother and I leave of each other and the hope... That maybe tomorrow *will* be a better day.

More effort I give in, the more damaged it causes. Maybe giving a more cynical attuitude will give me more comfort. I met the androids; death themself, and everytime my bodies destoryed to an inch of my life. Yet, I still survive; funny I don't want to. But my body lasts, enough so I can drag myself to my home. I know my mother cries for me, everytime she see's me like this... But neither will say anything, our souls to destoryed, our hope; being flattened.

My Okaasan never was one to just quit... She's working nightly on so 'mircle' that is suppose to safe us all. I don't understand however, why would it matter if the androids are destoryed, everything's gone; there's nothing left. Yet my mother builds, the mircle to take us back to the time.... Were everything was peaceful; my mother looks back on these days. But when she's telling me about them, she always leaves out my father. It pains her to even rember his face, let alone talk about him. I can tell when my mother cries herself to sleep wondering about him.

When this miricle is done, my mother says i'll save another world from sharing the same fate as we, but this night she talks about something different. She told me; with the strongest voice she could muster, about my father. She told me all about him. His past, his personality.... But when she told me about his love for her, she broke down.

I realized for my okaasan, I must use this mircle to bring her some sort of piece. I fine comfort in knowning, I can prevent this... Prevent it for ever destory people I love again...