This is a small fic about Trunks' thoughts as he lies on the ground, dying from the fatal blast in his chest delivered by Cell during the Cell Games.

Trunks

'Blood. I'm coughing up blood now. I feel so weak and useless. I also feel pain. What happened? Is that Cell I hear? Yes, he's still alive. I've failed and now I'm dying. This is my punishment. Why? Why does it have to end this way? Father, help me please. I've done all I can and you've just pushed me away.

'Why can't you have accepted me? Your one and only son. Can't you see that I love you? Krillin and the others thought I was crazy, but I ignored them. So why did you ignore me?

'Pain. Not just from my fatal wound, but from my heart. Who is that I hear now? Yamcha? Yes, and he thinks I won't make it. Neither do I. What?! My father is screaming!'

*I take a quick glance as best I can* 'He's next to Gohan. Just screaming. *I look again and he's gone* ' No! No, don't leave me. At least don't do that. It's growing dark. My pain is growing weaker.'

"I'm dying," I choked, but no one could hear. I closed my eyes. 'Good - bye, Father.'