He couldn't remember when he had finally stopped flying. Or how far he had gone.
He couldn't remember when he had fallen asleep. Or when he had woken up. Or when he had last eaten. Not that he really cared.
In fact, he didn't even care to know where he was now.
All he knew was the emptiness, the void that his existence had become. The blue eyes remained blank to the outside world as Trunks stared, unseeing, at the starry night sky.
When Gohan had died, all he had wanted to do was change it. To get revenge on the androids. To fight until there was nothing left.
But this time, all of that had been taken away from him. Any chance to fight, any chance to make things even a little bit better. They were all gone. Just like his will to fight. And his will to live.
Trunks' back hit the ground as he let himself lay down. It would be nice if I could die too. What good am I here? If I died then I could go to the next world, be with her, and give her the hope she asked for.
It would only take a few more days. His body had already gone without food or water for days now. Just a while longer and he could see her again…That will be nice…he thought as he drifted into another bout of sleep.
"It took me quite a while to find you," Goku's voice said from somewhere nearby.
A flash of annoyance coursed through Trunks. How dare he come here and make fun of my pain. But the spark of anger died out in the ocean of his misery once more. He didn't forgive Goku, he simply didn't have the motivation to do anything about it.
Trunks did not bother to open his eyes, though they both knew he was awake.
He slipped into another memory. One farther back this time.
I was pretending to be asleep, lying as perfectly still in my bed as I could.
She knew that I was awake. I always thought it was because she was all knowing like she said she was, but later on I came to admit it was probably because I scrunched up my face in anticipation every time.
I stifled a laugh, careful not to move my hands to cover my mouth. If I did, then we'd have to both admit I was conscious and the game would be over.
I could sense her, standing right next to the bed.
"Wake up! Sleepyhead!" she yelled, jumping on the bed and tickling me all over.
I laughed and half-heartedly struggled to get away, kicking my four year old legs as she attacked. My giggles increased and I tickled her back, earning a laugh of surprise out of my mother.
"Why you little son of a Saiyan! I'll get you for that!" She grinned and started tickling me mercilessly.
My giggles were then punctuated by shrieks of delight.
It was my favorite time of day because of that. She had only stopped when I was six and a half and declared that I was too old for such games…
Trunks was aware of Goku's presence sitting beside him. The older man did not speak. Just simply sat there as if that was all he intended to do.
The lavender haired youth sat up, still not bothering to open his eyes. Goku didn't move.
He slipped into another memory.
I opened the door to my home, a cold fire burning in my teal, pupil-less eyes. I could feel the way my golden hair was soaked right down to my forehead from the rain, but didn't care.
All I cared about was revenge, about getting those monsters back for what they had done to him. The rage bubbled up and I felt my Ki flare out in a living golden field of energy. It was like fire.
"Trunks? What happened?"
My mother stood in the open doorway, long blue hair ruffled, and blue eyes wide.
I scowled, feeling the tears flowing down my face, mixing with the rain that still dripped openly from my skin.
"Gohan's dead. The androids killed him," I said, voice shaking with anger more than anything.
My mother dropped to her knees, sobbing uncontrollably once the initial shock wore off.
I couldn't take it. Tears didn't do anyone any good. I turned again to go back outside.
"Where are you going, son?" My mother asked, her tone frail and pleading.
I did not turn back to her, but rested my hand upon the doorknob. "I'm going to make this right. I'm going to go out and kill those two."
My ears were deaf to her protests. I knew what I needed to do. Without another word, I ripped the door off its hinges and sped off into the night...
Trunks opened his eyes, feeling the tears start to form in his periwinkle eyes without his consent.
He couldn't stop them. Once they had started, the tears seemed to flow forever. Trunks' fists clenched on the grass and he bowed his head forward, refusing to acknowledge the fact that he was crying. His shoulders began to shake in a silent show of pain.
It isn't fair! He shouted in his mind childishly. None of this is fair!
Before he knew it, there were two, strong arms wrapped around him in a hug of comfort. The dark haired man whispered, "It's all right, Trunks. Let it out. Let it go. Let it all go…"
The words just made Trunks cry harder from the memories, the unfairness of all that had been taken away from him.
He fell into Goku's embrace and let all the tears he had ever held back in his life, fall onto his friend's quickly soaked shoulder. Letting go for the first time in his life.