Closed Eyes Open Heart

Chapter 2.

A slight sun ray fell inside the cold room. The ray playfully stroked the backside of Trunks' head. Waking him up with it's heat.

The young boy had spent the night by Gohan's side. Incase he would wake up and found himself tripping in reality. He would be there to comfort him. Unluckily, the raven haired man still didn't move a muscle.

Trunks opened his blue eyes and looked at Gohan. He was lying in the same position as yesterday. Head turned to Trunks' side, arms resting by his sides and the strong chest that was slowly moving up and down.

Trunks bit his lip. He took another chance, trying to communicate.

"Gohan?"

No response.

A deep sigh escaped from the boy's throat. Why is he still out? Is something wrong? Trunks leaned forward to the resting Saiyan and placed a hand on his forehead. "You feel so cold.. Just as cold as the hearts of those Androids." Trunks retrieved his hand and leaned back into the rocking chair. After that he did nothing but glare. He felt guilt inside of his heart. Terrible guilt that turned into a small voice that nestled it's self in the back of his head. Poisoning his mind. Telling him what a lousy friend he was.

How could you? Let those machines get one of the most important persons in the world? You can't do anything right! Trunks flinched and grabbed the sides of his head. "Shut up!!! I Know!!" he yelled in terrible anger. When the yelling stopped the tears appeared again. They were streaming wildly out of the corners of his eyes.

The sniffling and gasping were also there.

Tracing the heart braking sounds Bulma entered the bedroom. She found Trunks crying again. She rubbed her upper arms and walked towards her young son. "Have you been here all night?" her shaky voice quietly asked. Trunks didn't answer the question. She knew damn straight. She just didn't want to bring up a painful subject containing Gohan.

The woman looked outside and caught a blinding ray in her eye. Why wasn't Trunks outside, trying to focus on the better things? Really, he was way too emotional for his age.

Her look explored the crying boy again. She wrapped her arms around him and hugged him tightly. "Trunks, he will be okay.. it has to take a while. Then he'll be just fine.."

Trunks pulled him self away and jaw dropped at her. "How can you say that! How can you talk about him with that kind of ease! He lost his sight forever. That's a terrible consequence he had to pay for rescuing my pathetic life! He did it on his free will, because that's the person he is. And you know what mom?" Trunks gasped for some air in the middle of his speech. Breathing heavily he continued. "It's all my fault! It's not fair he got hurt!"

With those words spoken he shook his fists heavily towards Bulma. Her watery eyes started to shake as she placed her hand on her collarbone. "I know he lost his sight, and he also lost his arm. I know it isn't fair. But he is still alive! That's all that matters , he is still the same Gohan as he was before. I just know it. How can you ever blame yourself Trunks?! You think that's fair? It was Gohan's choice. He accepted it, why won't you?"

Trunks threw his head heavily to a side and started to breathe more intensive. He held his arm up for about 90 degrees and pointed at Gohan. "How can you be so blind, don't you see that he won't be the same! He lost one of the beautiful senses in life! He won't be able to see the sunset, or the moon that is shining on the earth. That is taken from him. And I can't take it , he has his whole life ahead of him! "

Bulma turned around and left the room, crying. Trunks didn't care about that right now. All that matters is that he must be there for Gohan.

Once again he leaned forwards to the man. Looking at him. When there was no response he slammed his iron fist against the wall, making the room shake.

"My Fault!"





Wow is he loyal or what?

Good news, I'm working on Chapter 3 right now.. Gohan will wake up. Don't worry..

The Next Chapter will be here today or tomorrow.

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