A/N: I AM SO SO SO SORRY! OMG! This was the ONLY site where I couldn't update NoT, all of my others were! It just takes SO long to upload and then the comment addings... and I just couldn't make it before RL cut in. I do apologize for my lack of updates! Real life cut in and whatnot, it killed my muse, it did a lot of things, but now I'm back, but I have school. I will try to keep up with my weekly updates but who knows lol! Anyways Enjoy this (and the next upcoming) chapter. Next chapter will not have review responses for this chapter, since they are being updated one after the other.
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Gohan woke up to the sound of somebody vomiting and the fresh stench of stomach acid. Why was it that Gohan always woke up to the scent of blood, bile, or other bodily fluids? The sad thing was that he was accustomed to it. The seven-year old pushed himself up and glanced over at the lavender-haired prince who was puking yet again.
The sun said it was about noon and Gohan noticed that he was on his make-shift bed. His stomach growled and he glanced over to his surely-cold bowl of soup.
Wait a minute! Gohan thought and glanced back at Trunks. "You moved me?" He realized.
The man turned around to look at Gohan apologetically before nausea took over and he turned back to vomit.
Is my cooking that bad? Gohan thought with worry. As Trunks continued to be sick, the younger boy thought back to the reason why he passed out. It was almost as if he had changed into a Super Saiyajin again. But why? Was it because he was angry? That made no sense, it wasn't even really angry, it was nothing compared to what had unlocked the ability.
"Chibi, I apologize."
Gohan turned back to Trunks again. He what?
"I'm sorry for treating you like that, it wasn't fair. I was just taking my anger out on you."
Gohan smiled. How could he stay mad at that? It was mean, and it wasn't fair, and Gohan didn't know why Trunks got mad, but he apologized so it was fine. "It's alright." Gohan said and his stomach growled again.
Trunks stood up with a wince and he walked over to his jacket before he pulled out the capsule cases and tossed a capsule over to Gohan. "Catch. Mother gave me about a month's worth of food. I was supposed to go training after I battled the androids."
Gohan caught the capsule before activating it, "Why do you continually fight with them even though you know you're going to lose?" He asked sadly, walking over to a fridge that looked very similar to the one Trunks used in the past for drinks.
The man tossed another capsule over to a nearby rock and walked over to it and opened the fridge that appeared. His head tilted at the contents before he moaned in pain and a hand clenched at his head. Quickly, Trunks closed his eyes, grabbed a drink at what seemed to be random and slammed the door of the fridge shut. He sat down and leaned against the rock before he responded, his voice a bit strained. "If I can distract the androids enough for even a child to run away, if I can amuse them enough to stop them for a few hours, days, or even weeks, it's worth it. I can buy time.
Gohan had his own reaction to the appearance and contents of the fridge so he did not really notice Trunks' reaction. He remembered reaching into that same fridge, grabbing one of those cans, and knocking another over accidentally. His eyes zoned in and low-and-behold it was there, on its side like Gohan left it. Yet before he could think on it, the man had responded to his question.
And the words spoken dampened Gohan's spirits. How could Trunks live like this? How could the world have come to this? One day, Trunks would not be so lucky, one day the androids would become bored of him and they'd kill him. Just as they killed Gohan – his persona in this time. "That's… That's just so sad…" Gohan muttered. This world was so sad, so dangerous, so scary.
"But it's the only thing that I can do." Trunks said and winced before he clutched his head again. "Hopefully this training will make me stronger, and maybe I'll be able to destroy them at last."
Gohan looked at Trunks. How he wanted to help him, but… but… if he could prevent it would it not change Trunks' time as well? Did it work that way? If so… right now nothing is changing, then I have to get stronger if that is the case, and I have to get back to my own time to change it!
"Chibi, I've noticed that you can change – that you have obtained Super Saiyajin. I did not think that was possible, yet you proved me wrong. However, you cannot control it right now."
As Gohan grabbed a meal kit from the fridge, he sat down and looked at Trunks in curiosity. "I can't control it?" He asked. Seventeen said something similar – blind rage. Yet that was all he learned from Piccolo, he learned how to use it. Wasn't that enough? "What do you mean?"
"Once you unlock the ability you must be able to lock it in a box, you must be able to open it at will, use it and direct it. You cannot let the rage control you." Here, Trunks opened his can and took a sip out of it. "This morning, when you were mad at me, you triggered it. Yet, you were not prepared, you were exhausted, and so you fainted. Master Gohan had told me that once you reached Super Saiyajin you have surpassed your limits. In order to control these limits, in order to make new limits you must train. He also said that even if you train, there still are drawbacks: you become emotional, there is an increased desire to fight, however I think our human blood dilutes that..."
Gohan didn't even have to hear what Trunks said next, he already knew, The Son could never forget his father's expression, his blue-green eyes, his voice on Namek. They were harsher, almost angry. It was as if his dad was a completely different person. Even though Goku had worn his heart on his sleeve, even though his father was a happy person, he wasn't an emotional one. While Vegeta displayed anger and pride, Goku displayed happiness and humour. All other emotions seemed to be nonexistent – fear, sorrow, disappointment…
"So Chibi." Trunks continued. "You must learn to direct that anger, that rage, you need to channel it. Mediation helps." Here, the prince smiled. "It is perhaps the only thing I can show you right now in my state. Once my ribs heal I can help some more."
Gohan shook his head. "I already know, and I also know battle simulations. So tell me, Trunks, what must I do?"
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Trunks' eyes widened at Chibi's words. This kid seemed well trained, yet how could he be? He was only seven, and Gohan would have had only two or three years with the boy, his first two or three years. Even then, Gohan had been training him during that time. Perhaps – jealous reared its ugly head in again – Perhaps Gohan taught the woman whom he mated? A scowl formed on the prince's features and he chugged the remainder of the can and tossed it roughly to the side. He had to calm down, he couldn't snap at something the child could not be faulted for. He really had to get used to being in Chibi's presence.
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It took a few days for Trunks' ribs to heal (was he ever grateful for the Saiyajin recovery rate) yet, his headache didn't cease – nor the vomiting.
"Trunks?" Chibi asked him. "Are you sure you're fine? I mean even your ribs healed but you're still puking."
The child was still a mystery to him. He knew so many things that he shouldn't have learned without training and schooling, he knew a lot of terms and knowledge that would be almost impossible for somebody his age to attain now, and it mystified the prince. After another lurch of his stomach, Trunks rinsed his mouth out with water. "My concussion hasn't healed yet, that's all. Brain matter probably takes longer to heal."
For the most part, Chibi was quiet. Often, however, he stared at Trunks, and it was starting to unnerve the man. Did he… did he scare Gohan's kid when he mistook Chibi for his father? He hoped not!
"My d-" Chibi started but shook his head. "Never mind, I forgot about that."
Trunks dismissed the child's slipup. Instead, he sighed and glanced up at the sky. Trunks could feel Gohan's ki in the child as he mediated. It was unnerving. How could their ki be almost identical? If Trunks didn't know any better, he would have sworn that ki was Gohan's.
He knew that he could not push himself too hard with the concussion still unhealed – especially since his symptoms didn't seem to let up. The androids must have gotten him good. His memory had not returned either – the memory of where he went last month. His partially empty fridge of drinks also seemed to be connected to those memories, because whenever he thought about where those drinks went…
Ouch! Why was his vision swimming? Trunks glanced over at Chibi and an image was superimposed over and around the boy. His hair was longer and looked just like Gohan's when it wasn't cut for awhile. There were people whom he didn't know personally standing around the boy, ones that he knew the names of but only because of the pictures in his living room. There was Goku, Krillin, Tenshihan, Chiaotzu, Piccolo, Yamcha, Puar and even his father – Vegeta. His mother was there too, and her hairstyle was like how his grandmother used to have her hair and she was standing near Yamcha. Oh Kami! It felt like his head was splitting in two, it felt like his body was on fire! Then he felt, and saw nothing.
