A/N: *while sweeping the Rae off the floor* Hmm, I didn't like that prologue. It was...boring and didn't give much insight as to why Goten's upset. Oh well, this chapter will have more stuff.
WHOA! Hold on a tic! *drops dustpan and Rae falls back to floor(?)* Goku went off to train Uubu after Buu was defeated, didn't he? *smacks self silly* Ugh, I've never seen the Majin Buu saga all of the way through. Well...that screws up my plans. *ponders her options and then whines* I hate to do this, but pretend with me that Goku did not fly off somewhere to not be seen for years. Screw Uubu. There...I've said it. *dies* I've also just given some of the plot away haven't I? GAK! x_x
Disclaimer: Over the past week or so, I did not gain rights to DBZ.
"Naughty Goten!"
"Something's wrong. Isn't there, Goten?"
Trunks wasn't sure of what to do or exactly what had happened. He had just told Goten about his bout with depression and he ran out. Lying? How was I lying? Erm...okay, so I did tell him that nothing happened around then...but yeah. Still! That's no reason to freak out! He's acting real weird. The youth paced about his friend's room, completely engrossed in his thoughts. He didn't even hear Chi-Chi knocking on the door.
"Goten! Trunks! Come downstairs, I have lunch ready!" came her commanding, motherly tone through the door. He froze and looked uncertainly at the only thing separating him from an unsuspecting parent. He most definitely did not want to face Goten's mother's wrath when she found out that her son had ran out. In fact, he was surprised that she didn't know that he had left. Oh well.
After considering his options, Trunks opted on flying out the window to find his best friend. Putting his plan into action, he swung open the shudders and took off. Flying low over the throngs of trees, he thought aloud, "If I were Goten, where would I go?"
Rolling his eyes, he sped off towards the waterfall and lake that Goten seemed to love so much. Scanning over the bank near the roaring water, he spotted a head of familiar spiky hair. From his distance, one could easily mistake Goten for Goku, but Trunks could feel his ki towards the north, along with Piccolo's. Slowing down, he began his decent until he finally landed on the grass behind Goten.
"Go away," the boy muttered. Trunks just stared at him, and Goten could feel his eyes boring into his back. Still, he didn't turn around. Instead, he sat Indian style facing the sparkling blue water and the occasional fish that leapt from its depths, not daring to move his gaze.
"Nope," Trunks said defiantly and moved to sit next to Goten. He merely glared at Trunks from the corner of his eye, breaking his plan to stare ahead. As the lavender haired prince plopped down next to his friend he asked, "What's up?"
Finally ending his glare, Goten looked back at the water. "Nothing."
Trunks raised an eyebrow quizzically. "Doubt it." A shrug was his only reply. "Something's wrong. Isn't there, Goten?"
"No." Trunks brow furrowed in annoyance...his patience with Goten was wearing thin.
"Come on, quit lyin'!"
Goten's head swung around and his eyes were livid. "Why? You lied to me!"
Trunks recoiled. At least I know there's something wrong... He was unsure of what to say; he didn't want to scare him off again, but he wanted the truth. "Well, it's technically not lying...it's more like neglecting to tell someone something." he spoke carefully.
"Same thing." Goten frowned and crossed his arms. Trunks rolled his eyes in annoyance. Goten was being a jerk and it was bugging Trunks.
"Look, I didn't tell you 'cause I knew you'd freak!" he suddenly exploded.
A pair of normally happy ebony eyes narrowed, feeling strange from the unfamiliar expression. "Great excuse," he nearly hissed. He quickly jumped to his feet. "Just lemme alone, Trunks!" With nothing more needing to be said, he took off for a second time, trying to find some place that he could rejoice in his solitude.
Trunks covered his eyes from the various earthen things that were now flying at his face from Goten's sudden power up. When gravity took over and slammed everything back to the ground, Trunks looked around for Goten. Sure enough, he was gone. Out of frustration, Trunks blew one of his ever-present bangs out of his face...which fell back down moments later. What the hell is wrong with him? He wants to be alone...fine, whatever. I've got training to do anyway. And he too took to the air, but instead of flying into wilderness, he flew back to Capsule Corporation.
"Hold it, Mister," Bulma Briefs called out to her son which suddenly came rushing by. Trunks froze and backtracked to his mom.
"Wha?" he inquired while looking hopefully at the gravity room.
"Why are you here?" She looked questioningly down at the boy before her. He knew better than to go flying about; it was dangerous. Besides, she wasn't supposed to pick him up for another two hours.
"Ummm..." he stumbled, obviously trying to think of an excuse. "...I just...I...missed you?"
Bulma shook her head and looked at him scornfully. "Wrong answer!" Quickly, she snatched his ear and dragged him into the kitchen while he protested with an incessant "ow, ow, ow". Chi-Chi had told her the best way to subdue a Saiya-jin child was to take 'em by ear. And she was pleased to see that it worked quite well.
Swinging her arm around, she plopped her only child in a seat and crossed her arms in a Vegeta-like pose. "Out with it, Trunks."
"I...I don't know what you're talking about, mother dearest," Trunks attempted. An incredulous look spread across Bulma's face. With a mind of its own, her foot tapped impatiently on the brightly tiled floor. Trunks began to perspire under his mother's gaze, and he looked nervously around at the exits.
"Come on, what're you hiding?" she pressed. Trunks finally stopped looking longingly at the doors and faced his mother. A big mistake. Nothing is more pulling, more hypnotizing than staring into the eyes of your mother. Trunks found himself ready to spill his news.
No! You idiot! You looked her straight in the eyes! Trunks mentally kicked himself for falling into the trap. Bulma smirked knowing that she had him. "Tell me, Trunks."
He caved. "Goten found out..." he said solemnly.
She quirked her head to the side and her arms uncrossed and fell to her hips. "What did Goten find out?"
He lowered his head. There was nothing in the world that Trunks hated talking about more than this. He was very ashamed of his actions as a child. "About...the whole...you know..."
Bulma couldn't help but to frown. "No, Trunks, I don't know."
"About...about the whole thing when I was seven..." he uttered out in a barely audible whisper. The blue-haired heiresses face paled to an ashen color at the memory. It was never mentioned and so she had tried to her best to forget about it. Realizing her mouth was agape, she closed it quickly. What words could she say?
To clear her mind of the horrible memories she shook her head. "Wha-what happened then?"
Trunks shoulders slumped. "Hey, uh, freaked out...ran away."
"Ran away?!" Bulma shrieked. She put a hand to her forehead...Chi-Chi is going to flip!
"Yeah...told me to leave him along. Said I was lying to him. Wouldn't tell me what was wrong."
"Oh, this isn't good!" she wailed and pulled a kitchen chair out to sit in. Just as she plopped down, a sweaty Saiya-jin no Ouji padded into the kitchen.
Wiping his forehead with the towel he asked, "What?"
Rolling her head to the side to indicate her extreme displeasure with the situation she looked at her short love. "'Member when Trunks ran away when he was seven?" The prince nodded mutely. "Well, Goten found out."
"Kakarrot's youngest?" he inquired while making his way over to the refrigerator.
"Yeah," she began with a nod, "duh...and he flipped out for some reason and ran away."
After searching the contents of obnoxiously large box, he pulled out a pop (A/N: That's what we call them here in my part of Ohio...FINE; SODA.) and snapped the metallic tab back. In between swigs he mumbled out a, "So?".
Bulma narrowed her eyes. "So! Chi's gonna be really upset when she finds out her son is MISSING!" she again shrieked.
Vegeta shrugged. "The boy will probably come back when he's done pouting." Before Bulma could protest anymore, the Saiya-jin turned and headed off to shower.
Trunks looked questioningly at his mother. "...So, you gonna call Goten's mom?"
Bulma shook her head. "No. I think Vegeta's right. He's upset now, but once his stomach reminds him that it's empty...he'll go home." Trunks looked doubtful. "Come on...who can resist Chi-Chi's cooking?" she teased lightly. Her son shrugged. Rolling her eyes, and much to Trunks dismay, she ruffled his hair with her hand. "Go train or something."
Around four in the morning, Vegeta trudged up the stairs to the bedroom he shared with Bulma. Kicking off his shoes, he slipped under the covers to get a few hours sleep. Putting an arm around his love's waist subconsciously and pulling her close, he realized that her breathing was not slow and steady as it would be if she were asleep. Curiously, he sat up and looked down at her. Sure enough...she was awake and staring at the wall.
"What are you doing awake?"
"Chi-Chi called..." she began softly.
"And?"
"Goten didn't come home."
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I lied; just as boring. I SWEAR I'll get more in next chapter! *halo appears over head* I don't have time to proof-read so forgive my errors! GAH! Oh my...I'm an idiot...heh heh...you people didn't catch it either so...yeah. ^!^; I said Trunks tried to kill himself when he was eight and that it happened five years ago, but he tried to kill himself when he was SEVEN and it happened FOUR years ago. -_-' Umm...it's all fixed now. Sorry for the never-ending A/N...
I'd just like to say that Britney Spears' initials are BS for a reason, folks...and I don't know where that came from...
On another completely non-related topic: "My December" by Linkin Park is the bestest song ever! *melts* Here's a thought for all of you yaoi lover's out there: A Mirai Trunks/GT Trunks romance. Yeah...haven't seen one of those, have ya? Well...you pry have, but oh well...I'm done. Now, I dunno where THAT came from...