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Part Two
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" He said what?" Bra looked at Goten wide-eyed. In response, he sighed deeply.
" You heard me." Goten flumped further onto the couch in Bra's living room. " This isn't like him...has he been acting differently lately?"
Bra shook her head. " Not really, but then again, I never saw him all day. He'll be home soon if you want to talk to him..."
Goten cut her off. " No way." Bra frowned.
" He's your best friend!"
" So?"
" So, " Bra stood up and put her hands on her hips. " So you talk it out with him!" She then smiled mischievously. " Or you can beat the crap out of him."
" I guess you're right. I'm making a big deal out of nothing. So what if Trunks snaps at his best friend? It's nothing out of the ordinary, right?"
Bra nodded. " Right. Everyone has emotions, and I suppose it was time that Trunks showed his!"
Goten frowned. " God knows that you've shown yours!"
" Hey!" The girl threw a book at Goten, which he quickly ducked before it had a chance to hit him. Goten got up and grinned.
" You better work on that aim!" Right when Bra was going to come up with a comeback, Goten's cell phone rang.
" Paris, right?" Bra said dryly. She left the room.
***
He's entitled to feelings...
Bra sat on her bed, thinking only about what Goten had told her about her brothers out of character behaviour. But it's not like him, he always respected others... but then again, Goten really can be annoying when he wants to be, so maybe Trunks had had enough...oh, I just don't know... She fell flat on her back, appearing defeated. Then she heard the sound of Trunks' car pull up. She darted out of her room, hoping to meet him before Goten had the chance to, yet knowing Goten, he would probably still be talking to Paris right now.She was right.
" Trunks!" Bra hugged her brother, something she normally didn't do, and then she smiled. " How was your day?"
" None of your business." He said, coldly. He brushed past Bra to the kitchen where Bulma was.
" Trunks," She handed him some blue prints. " I need you to take this to the meeting with you tomorrow morning." Trunks didn't even look at the blue prints before he tore the papers in half.
" What?" Bulma was lost for words.
" Capsule Corp. is no place for the garbage you come up with. It's a respectful company that doesn't want to become bankrupt because of your nonsensical ideas. " He tossed the shredded remains at Bulma's feet. " From now on, we're going to focus on weaponry and other worthwhile types of technology. If you have a problem with that, I can't care less." He walked off to his room, leaving a bewildered Bulma.
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What's happening to me? Trunks thought, He put his head in his hands and leaned forward. Why am I acting like this? He hadn't felt regret about his words directed to Goten and his mother. In fact, it was a bit of a haze about what he had said. All he knew was that it was going to get worse. Whatever had entered him was leaving a mark. It was as if something had possessed him, and now whatever it had left was running through his veins. In his body. In his mind. Darkness. It was seeping quickly, and even though whatever it was was wrong, Trunks felt the complete opposite.
To him, it was right.
Trunks felt a form of heat on his chest, and he reached down his shirt to pull up the chain he had found two days ago.
It was resonating. He ran his fingers over the disk, then heard a knock 9on the door.
" Trunks?" Goten didn't wait for Trunks to open the door and let himself in. " Hey, I'm sorry about what I said earlier on today." He waited for Trunks' reaction, then continued when he had gotten nothing. " Well, I was hoping that we could put all this behind us...so what do you say? Friends?" He held out a hand for Trunks to shake. Trunks said nothing.
" C'mon!" Goten was beginning to get angry. " I go out of my way to apologise to you and I get this?" Trunks smirked.
" Nobody asked you to...but since you were so sincere..." He got up and walked towards Goten slowly, then locked a death grip on his hand.
" What are you doing?" Goten tried to pull his hand out of Trunks grasp to no avail. Then he noticed his hand was turning purple. " Let go."
Trunks smiled, then squeezed harder, and blood began to gush out from Goten's fingernails. Effortlessly, Trunks tilted Goten's hand to the side and he watched in horror as a series of cracking noises were heard and as the upper half of his palm was twisted so crudely, that it faced the other way. That was when Trunks let go, satisfied by Gotens cry of pain.
Goten immediately fell to the ground, cradling his hand.
" You're weak." Trunks said. He jumped out of the window to Capsule Corp. where he decided to spend the night.
Goten stared at Trunks' retreating form and felt searing hatred despite his pain. The light then flickered on, and Bra sauntered in.
" Ha, Trunks got you good, huh?" Her smile soon vanished when she saw the blood all over the floor, then Goten's raw hand. " What happened?"
" He got me good." Goten said in monotone. Bra knelt next to him, then examined his hand.
" We have to get you to a hospital." Her eyes began to fill with tears.
" Bra, there's no reason to cry, I mean it's just a broken hand..."
" But..." Bra wasn't sure she wanted to tell Goten her worst suspicions.
" Tell me."
She cast her eyes down, then whispered, " I'm not sure whether it can be healed. Your hand, it may be permanently..." She couldn't stand to say the rest.
Goten paled. " He didn't...It's not..." Getting up, Bra held her hand to Goten to grasp with his free one.
" It will be alright..." she whispered.
***
The boy...
Vegeta had heard the commotion, then saw his son fly off into the night. He didn't know what was wrong with him, but he didn't like it one bit. The boy was always straight; perhaps he was wild when he was a child, but now... It had bothered Vegeta when Trunks was growing up by the way the boy was so kind, and caring. He never did have that mean streak in him, and couldn't stand to purposely hurt another living being. Physically and emotionally. So it confused him when he thought about Trunks' current behaviour. Then again, he shouldn't care, should he?
***
Trunks blew up his car. He didn't know why he did it, but it happened. And it felt good. There was a burning feeling inside of him, which longed for destruction and pain. Was this how his father had felt when he was the prince of the saiyan empire? He didn't know, and didn't care. Trunks sauntered into Capsule Corp. and made his way to the room where all the new inventions were being planned then made. Looking around at the capsules and blue prints, he scoffed. Then he blew the room up.
***
He must have fallen asleep, for he was once again in the flower garden, and once again there was his grandmother smiling down at him. But this time the smile had changed. It was sinister, and it reminded him of his father.
" I'm proud of you, Trunks." She says in that soft voice of hers. Trunks beams. He feels an even deeper connection to the woman than he did before and now he would do anything to please her. " My prince. You know what you must do."
He would do it. He would accomplish what his father had failed to do.
***
Trunks woke up in the dim light of his office. For a second he didn't know what he was doing there, then he remembered the dream, and the disc on his chain began to heat up again. He knew what had to be done. The reconstruction of a lost saiyan empire, and the complete conquering over Earth.
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Marron handed Bra some more decorative boxes.
" Can you hold this for a minute? I want to go look at those necklaces." Before Bra could protest, her friend has darted off to the store. The girl sighed, then sat down on a nearby bench. Usually, shopping made her feel better, but after seeing her mother upset all night over Trunks' behaviour, it seemed that nothing would chase her worries away. But the worst thing was the issue facing Goten's hand. Bra hadn't waited to tell her mother or anyone else where she was going, in hopes that there was still a chance to repair Goten's hand. Unfortunately, there was not. She tried to shake the memory of Goten crying out in anguish over his lost limb, which would forever be replaced by a fake one. It was too much; to take in the events which occurred over a 24 hour span. And Trunks...he still hadn't come home yet.
" Look, Bra!" Marron had come back and was holding a silver necklace. " Isn't it nice?" She eagerly looked for Bra's reaction.
" Sure. Look Marron, I'm going to go check up on Trunks. I'll see you around."
Marron's eyes widened. " Are you crazy? You saw what he did to Goten's hand, I mean, you took the poor guy to the hospital!" She grabbed onto Bras hand, and Bra struggled to shake the woman off.
" I know what I'm doing!" Bra hissed. Marron's eyes narrowed.
" I'm not going to let my best friend carve her own pathway to death!" Her grip on Bra's hand tightened.
" Let go of me! He's my brother, I know that he would never hurt me!"
" Then let me go with you."
Bra shook her head. " What if he does try something? You have no experience in fighting, so you wouldn't be able to handle him."
" And you would?"
Deciding not to respond, Bra ran out of the mall then flew towards Capsule Corporation.
***
Goten stared at his robotic hand, then looked away with disgust. He would never be the same again, and it was all Trunks' fault. He recollected the moment when Paris had come to see him in the hospital, and how she had screamed to see his battered hand. Her reaction was even worse when she was told that her husband would have a robotic hand as a replacement. Goten didn't know whether Paris would ever want him to hold her again, knowing that it was part of a machine touching her body. Paris had left Goten alone since they had come home from the hospital. She hadn't comforted him; she hadn't said a single word. Simply, she had ignored him. This made Goten question whether she was still the same woman he had married 3 years ago. When he had met her, she seemed kind and fun loving, yet through the years she had turned out to be possessive, selfish, mainly the complete opposite of what she appeared to be. Would she still love him after what Trunks had done to him? He had to know.
He made his way to the living room where Paris was watching one of her talk shows. She looked divine as always, sitting on the couch with her long legs curled underneath her. She moved a strand of her brown hair away from her face, then saw Goten.
" What?" She said, clearly not wanting to be disturbed.
" Paris, do you still love me?"
His wife clicked off the television then faced him.
" No."
Just like that, the answer had come out, with no emotion and no feeling. Paris had a blank expression on her face and Goten could only feel anger.
" What happened to the girl I had fallen in love with?" He demanded. Paris got up and faced her husband.
" She died." With that she left the room and Goten could hear her moving objects in their bedroom.
" What are you doing?" He asked, seeing her pouring articles of clothing into a large suitcase.
" I'm leaving."
Goten's head began to hurt. It was happening too fast. Way too fast.
" Is this because of my hand?"
Paris stopped packing, then began to cry.
" Yes...yes it is! I'm so low that I can't love a man who has...has a..." she continued to pack, then lifted up her suitcase.
" So you're leaving? Just like that?" Goten wanted to cry, but he refused to let himself do that. He shouldn't care. He should be relieved that he was rid of that bitch.
But he still loved her.
It was too late now. Paris walked out of the house, out of Goten's life, and slammed the door behind her.
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Capsule Corp. appeared dark and sinister, although it was day. Bra tried to get in through the front door, but it was locked. She decided to try the windows, and made her way to the back of the building, where she saw blown up remains of a car. Worried, Bra tried all of the windows, disappointed that they were all locked. She flew higher, and saw that one window was open, namely blown open. She eased her way through the charred remains of the window, then saw that the entire technology room had been blown to bits. Since the lights were not on, Bra ran her hands across the walls, hoping to be able to make her way to her brother's office. Each turn took her somewhere new, where she had never seen, making her question if she was in the right building.
One more turn took her to Trunks' office, and she breathed a sigh of relief that it hadn't been blown to bits. Who could have done such a thing? She thought, turning the knob to her brother's office. She could see that Trunks' chair was facing away from her, and that he was examining some blue prints. Slowly, she made her way to him, then cleared her throat.
" What do you want?" Trunks asked without turning around.
" I...I was just wondering how you were."
Trunks swivelled his chair around, and glared at his sister.
" What are you really here for?"
" Why did you do that to Goten?"
Trunks began to laugh. " Why do you care about that third class saiyan? He is no use to me, and he shouldn't be to you either!"
Bra felt shocked, mainly by Trunks referring to Goten as a 'third class saiyan'.
" He's your best friend!" She protested.
" Yes, one of the many mistakes of my life."
" What about what you did to mother! Can you be any more disrespectful?"
" She's a human. She deserves no respect. If you're through with this garbage, I would enjoy it if you would leave. Even though you are a saiyan, you have no place in my affairs, mainly because you are a woman who is useful for one purpose only."
Bra gritted her teeth, then convinced herself that it wasn't her brother in the chair, but someone else posing to be him.
" You're not my brother!" She cried out, wanting to forget everything that had come out of his mouth. Perhaps he had been possessed, like when Bebi had taken over Gohan and she couldn't tell the difference.
" I would appreciate it if you would leave, woman." Trunks got up and placed the blue prints down, which Bra immediately snapped up.
" What is this? You're planning to change the entire city? What are these pod-like things?"
" Stay out of my affairs." Trunks said. Bra glared at him.
" No! I'm not leaving until you tell me what's wrong with you!"
Trunks gave a sinister smile, then stepped right up to his sister, who barley reached his shoulder.
" I've been awakened. I know my true heritage, and it's about time that you learned yours!" He kicked Bra, sending her flying through the walls of two rooms. She groaned, wiping the blood off her forehead.
Trunks...she saw his shadow coming through the mist of the falling dust, so she quickly got up and became prepared for the worst.
" Sister, I wish we could have resolved this the human way, " he held a Ki ball in his hand. " But that's not the way of the saiyans." Right when he blasted the ball at her, she leapt out of the way, wondering whether she should attack or not. Trunks fired another Ki ball at her, but this time someone grabbed her and pulled her out of the way.
" Isn't that training doing you any good?" Bra turned to see her savoir, her father, who was giving Bra a look of disappointment. Without waiting for a response, he turned to his son. " What the hell are you doing?"
Trunks smiled again. " Making up for your mistakes."
Vegeta scowled then began to charge up.
" Daddy, don't! It's still Trunks!" Bra couldn't believe what she was saying. Vegeta looked at her from the corner of his eye, then powered down.
" Listen boy, you better stop this madness, or else I will be forced to fight against you."
Trunks laughed. " That doesn't matter. I can easily take a weakling like you. You're just a thorn in my side, slowing me down on my path to destiny." After each word Trunks uttered, Vegeta appeared to be getting madder and madder.
Feeling slightly satisfied, Trunks flew out of Capsule Corp. and it took all of Bra's energy to keep her father from following him.
***
Bulma tried to refrain from crying, but it was all too much for her. She broke down, not wanting to accept the fact of what her son had become. From the description Bra and Goten had given her, he sounded like Vegeta when he had attacked Earth those many years ago. That thought scared her. She cast her eyes towards her daughter who was gazing out the window with a mixed expression on her face.
At that moment, Vegeta walked in and stepped up to Bra.
" Goten is going to train you." He said in a flat tone.
" There's no need for that." Bra said quietly.
" Bra, listen to me, " Vegeta turned her to face him. " Although you may not like this, Trunks may decide to attack us. We have to be ready. Whatever has happened to him is not good, and we have to help him as well."
Bra examined her father's eyes, and saw worry, pain and fear, which was all directed towards Trunks. His son. Her brother.
***
Trunks flew towards the city of choice. He knew it would be easy. All he had to do was destroy it.
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