Trunks refused to open his eyes, he wanted to die. He couldn't face it. Couldn't face the pain-or the lack thereof. From his throat down he could feel nothing. He clamped his eyes closed even tighter as if by doing so he could block out the truth. The truth that he was paralyzed.
Hours beforehand
Trunks and Goten were training in an open field. They had been only play sparing for an hour and a half and were beginning to fight for real.
Trunks threw a punch toward Goten but he dodged at the last moment. Goten swung his left leg around in a playful kick at Trunks' back. His aim went off with deadly results. His foot slammed hard into the back of Trunks' neck.
Trunks flew forward onto the ground and lay motionless. Pain shot form the broken bones in the back of his neck. He didn't-couldn't move.
Goten came fling over to see if his best friend was alright. His black eyes were wide with fear at what might have happened to his friend, what he might have done to him.
"Trunks?"
Trunks didn't respond. He just lay there with his face in the grass blinking silently.
"I'm getting mom!"
Present time
Trunks had been brought back to Capsule Corporation by Bulma and Chi-Chi. They rushed him there and once there they gently placed his neck in a splint.
His neck had been broken and several of his nerves had been severed. They hadn't been kind enough to tell him that he was paralyzed and that he would never walk again, they just told him that his neck had been broken and that he was lucky to be alive.
"Trunks."
A deep voice broke into Trunks memory and pity party, forcing him to open his eyes. His father's face loomed into view above him. For once Vegeta didn't have an emotionless ness that he usually had, he now had sympathy in his pools of jet-black that passed for his eyes.
"Trunks."
Trunks blinked silently to let his father know that he could hear him. Vegeta gently placed his fingers on his son's cheek. For several minutes neither said anything.
"Your mother said you wouldn't completely heal" Vegeta finally murmured.
Trunks clamped his eyes shut against his father's words, this was not what he needed right now. Vegeta snorted softly in a slightly amused way. Trunks opened his eyes to slits so he could glare at his father. Surprisingly Vegeta was smirking.
"I said what she told me" Vegeta said, his black eyes glinted. "She didn't bother to ask me."
Trunks lifted one of his eyebrows and stared at his father, he didn't dare to believe that he could help him now. Vegeta leaned toward his first-born son.
"It's an old Saiyan technique. You won't be as energized as you were before but at least you will be able to move around."
Trunks silently watched his father stand to his feet and lean carefully toward him. Vegeta placed one hand on his son's throat and the other one on his stomach.
Vegeta's eyes widened as a deep purple began to encase him and his son. Slowly Trunks began to feel his limbs again. They were very numb but at least they had feeling in them again. When Trunks could feel his limbs once more Vegeta slowly removed his hands.
Vegeta's breath was ragged and he had to lean against Trunks' bed. Trunks reached up with his right hand and touched his father's cheek. Vegeta blinked at the touch and glanced deep into his son's eyes.
"Sleep now my son" Vegeta murmured softly. "And don't tell your mother."
Trunks laughed softly as he watched his father walk toward the window. Trunks could tell his father was in immense pain.
"Thanks dad" he thought.
Vegeta glanced back toward his son as if he had heard the thoughts. He gave him, not the usual smirk but a smile a real smile. Trunks gave him one in return. Vegeta then turned back toward the window and silently went to his Gravity Machine to suffer his son' pain alone.
Trunks got up out of bed despite his father's words. He shivered slightly as he stood. He walked but his legs wouldn't completely cooperate with him. He shuffled around his room for several minutes before going to his window.
"Thanks dad thanks a lot."
The End
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