He was awoken by a pair of blue eyes and as he sat up, he could feel the nausea rising. Rushing to the bathroom he threw up the contents of his stomach, washed his face, and came back out to his room to see his worried friend. He knew what he was about to say next his friend wouldn't like.

"Trunks I'm moving out."

"Look I'm sorry I've been over possessive and weird towards you, but I can't help how I feel. I really want you to stay so we can work on our relationship."

"It's not just you I feel pressure from Trunks. My mom's been trying to control me indirectly to get me back home under her roof. I need to be somewhere where I feel relaxed, and it's not here."

"Where will you go?"

"I don't know, but I'll figure it out."

"If that's what you need to do, then I understand. I can't force to stay somewhere where you won't be happy. I don't want to break that beautiful spirit inside you. I never wanted to."

"Thanks Trunks," he smiled. "I know we're not done with what's between us, but we'll get back there. I promise."

"You need to figure out your feelings," he smiled, "and then you'll be back."

Goten blushed, but he looked at his best friend. "Who knows? Anything's possible, right?"

Trunks watched as Goten left with everything he had come with out the door. As Trunks closed the door, loneliness came over him. He didn't want to be alone, so he made a call.

"I'm glad you called me big brother. I thought you might regress and bring some stupid bimbo home," said Bulla.

"Gee thanks for the support."

"I'm sorry. So what happened?"

"Goten left. I think I was putting too much pressure on him, and it doesn't help that his mom is trying her best to control his life."

"I know you love him Trunks, but—

"Wait, how did you know?"

"Mom worries about you a lot. She was happy when Goten decided to move in with you. I asked her why, and she told me she believes that you're in love with him and having him here would make you happy."

"Dad knows to. I told him."

"And you're still standing? Honestly I didn't know how dad was going to react. He's so hard to read, like you are sometimes."

"I guess I have to wait until Goten makes up his mind."

"Did you think about what will happen when he makes up his mind?"

"Either I'll get my heart crushed and we'll still be friends or I'll be the happiest man in the universe."

"Won't it be even weirder than it is now if you're still friends? You'll walk around knowing the one person you love, you can never have, and he'll walk around knowing you'll always love him but it will break his heart because of the pain you'll be in. Can your all ready unstable friendship survive this?"

"It was not like I was optimistic before but now I feel even worse."

"Oh," she hugged, "I'm so sorry. I've been watching too many soap operas."

"Either way it will be a tough road ahead," he smiled sadly, "I should have expected this since my life's been nothing but hardships."

"Wow, you're the most depressing person I've ever met," she said as she stood up before him with her hands resting on her hips. "Ok, that's it. You're going to quit drinking, sleeping around with women, and overworking yourself to death."

"I—

"Goten was concerned about all these things. You need to change not only for your own well-being but also for Goten. Prove to him that you're worth being with because I know you are. Hell he knows you are. He just wants you to be yourself, the self you were before you turned into a cold, uncaring suit who drinks himself numb and has sex to try and feel something."

"You're right Bulla," he said as he stood up.

"It's late Trunks. You should get some sleep."

"Why don't you stay here tonight? I can drop you off at home tomorrow morning."

"Thanks big brother but it will have to be tomorrow evening. I'm doing a head to toe makeover of you. You need and deserve it. You're treat of course," she smiled.

"Sure, why not? It's not like I splurge on myself."

"Goodnight Trunks," she said as she disappeared into one of the guest rooms.

"Night Bulla."

Trunks closed the door to his bedroom. Leaning against the door, he smiled. He was going to be happy. He wanted it, and he deserved it.