My new oneshot and first post here on Fanfiction! It was inspired by this yaoi I saw between Trunks and Goten...I stared conjuring up a story as soon as I saw this quote which is at the end of the story! Only this Is between Trunks and my made up character, Keera, who is Goku and Chi Chi's Daughter...who I made originaly to replace Chi Chi...but I realized...I wanted Trunks more... :P So please enjoy!

Disclaimer: The day I own DBZ is the day Trunks gets married to android 17 in his original timeline...I think you get the point...

Trunks' Darkness

I picked up the dead weight that had now become my girlfriend. A porcelan rag doll tossed around by that beast, Cell. Skin that was once so beautiful...now covered in black, blue, and red...reminders of the inhumane beating she'd taken...

For Me

Ebony tresses now strewn around her pain filled face. Strands filled with water that was falling from the sky. A seemingly perfect backdrop for her demise and the horrible pain inside me. Eyes that once were full of life , closed, and around them, beautiful eyelashes drenched in what I figured to be tears. Soaked in the very thing that indicated her last feelings. And then her lips...what used to be rosey pinks, was now an icy blue color... plainly showing death on her face as well as a scar asross her once clear, perfect cheek I held her close, studying everything I could, knowing this would be the last image of my perfect Keera for a while. Something I held sacred was now just a toy it seemed. A limp model of what it had been before. A mere copy. Some part of me hoped that was true. Some part of me hoped that It Was a doll that had taken her place to ensure her saftey...and some part of me wished I had done my job and blocked her off from this terrible fate she seemed to have sealed for herself. Feeling that only death prooved her strength. A pitiful belief that she shared only with my father. That awful Saiyan pride that had gotten in the way of so many of our kind, and the only thing that seemed to really kill us off. Her tattered outfit torn in every way imaginable, and her feet concealed by my shoes...shoes she hadn't taken off since I offered them to her on an evening when we were kids playing a childish game. Her foot covered in that gunk that was now still probably on the inside of the left shoe. The only thing revealing who she "belonged to" before her end. I lay my coat down on her and picked up the lifeless body, one that belonged to the most wonderful girlfriend anyone could ask for. One that I asked for, and lost. After a long journey to a place I felt fitting... I placed her down on the soft grass amid the light of a beautiful sunset despite the dismal day.

" Oh Keera," I whispered to the perfect angel. " Who would have ever thought you'd be more enchanting in death than in life? "

End

So what did you guys think? Tell me! Flames and praises are welcome!