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Summary: Mirai time line. After Gohan's death at the hand of the androids, Trunks pays his best friend a visit at his grave...

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A/N: I know, another one. I write these things at the weirdest times. I should say, I get the ideas at the weirdest times... I was eating dinner, and this just kind of came to me.

I know, I should be doing my homework! I'll do it in Study Hall tomorrow... Plus, it's not like it's late right now - It's only seven-thirty.

This is short... sorry! I can't make it any longer! I tried!

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Respectable

Trunks shivered in the wind that blew his hair away from his face. It was cold, and he really didn't care. After Gohan's death a few weeks ago, he had done his best to help his mother out in her lab, although she would never say what they were working on. Gohan's absence was felt by all that knew him. ChiChi had broken down, and Trunks wasn't that surprised. She had lost her entire family, now. The only one she had left was her father.

He had come here to think, to let go. It was hurting; a whole in his heart that he wasn't sure could ever be filled again. Gohan had been his best friend. He was his master, someone to look up to. Someone who was always there for him, even when he was so badly injured that he could barely talk.

Trunks knew that Gohan was finally reunited with his father; someone that the young man had itellized. He also knew, that if given the chance, Gohan would tell his father Vegeta about how much Trunks wished he had gotten to meet him. Gohan had often told him that he reminded him a lot of the saiyan prince. Trunks had treasured everything that Gohan had said; even the things he wished his father had never done. It was all in the past, now.

He walked forward, approaching the grave slowly. The tears in his eyes were freezing, despite his body heat.

"Well, Gohan," he said, his voice shaking. "I... I came to tell you... That I have to let you go. I promise, from the bottom of my heart, that I will defeat those monsters who killed you. I will kill them. I've reached Super Saiyan, Gohan. You probably already know that, though. I'm sure you're watching me, with my dad and yours fighting. I hope you all stay safe, even if it is only the afterlife. I'll join you soon, though hopefully after I destroy those monsters. You taught me well, and I'll never forget you. You were my best friend, and always will be."

Shivering from something that he knew wasn't just the cold weather, Trunks jumped into the sky, his hair turning a golden yellow as he ascended into his Super Saiyan transformation. He headed home, feeling oddly invigorated.

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"Where were you, Trunks?" Bulma asked as he walked through the door.

"I was visiting Gohan, Mom." he said, smiling slightly. "I feel better now. I... I suppose I got some closure."

Bulma smiled. "I'll bet he's proud of you, Trunks. I don't think he would want us to be depressed over his death as much as we were."

Trunks smiled back. "Are we working on your little project again?"

Bulma nodded. Trunks lead the way down to her lab, talking quietly to her.

'If all goes correctly, Gohan, Trunks won't have to live without a family for much longer. I can't watch him forever.' Bulma thought, the possibilities of her time machine making her heart a bit lighter. 'We'll fix it all.'