When the Heart Loves

by GoodWitchOfTheNorth

Mirai Trunks returns to find he's in a different time than before. He meets the GT gang, and his other self! Then a mysterious girl arrives to Chikyuu. Who is she? What is she destined for? This is my first fic.

1. Chapter 1

Chapter one: Goodbye

She was gone. Even though it was 6 months since her death, Trunks could still feel the sharp dagger in his heart as if she had died yesterday. His mother was all he had left, and now she was gone. After defeating the last threats of his world Trunks found solace in Bulma, and together they helped bring the city back from the dead. For 7 years she was there to help guide him, and keep him company, but now she was gone. She was his mother, his father, his friend. Where would he go now? There was no one left. They're all dead. He couldn't go back home, it was so empty without Bulma there to comfort him. She was his only family. To him, home was no longer home. He shuttered. No he wouldn't go back.

Oh mother, I wish you were here to tell me what to do. You could always help me.

He shut his eyes and clenched his fists, fighting the urge to cry. They were all gone. A tear escaped his eye's tight grip, betraying his feelings. No more death. He couldn't take it. He couldn't live like this, watching another person he loved die. No more!!!

He wished he could just be somewhere where there were friends, and family to love him. He just needed someone to care. To feel happiness again. He sat in silence for what seemed like eternity, wrestling with his thoughts. He had visited her grave many times, but never at sunset. He looked over at the horizon, seeing the city glow in the dying sunlight. The city was finally at peace again after the terror of the androids. The city was safe. He stared at the sun, not looking at it with his mind. He thoughts traveled through his memories like a sporadic dream. Then he thought of the past. The past! That was it! His mother's invention would be the link for him to return to a time where there were people to love him. He would just go for a short while to get away from the grief, and to get away from death for a time. He turned and looked at the gravestone before him. He gently placed his hand on the words etched as if touching them would make them come alive. He whispered, "I will see you again."