Chapter 2: Best Friends...?
After the tournament, Trunks became the richest boy in the world. But Goten was the opposite. Not a single part of him liked watching Trunks boast of his affluence to everyone in sight. One morning, while he waited for him to finish telling a 14-year-old about the match, Goten walked up to him, punched the 14-year-old, and pulled Trunks aside.
"Goten! What was that all about, you moron! I was halfway through my story! What's your prob, man?" Trunks roared scathingly. Goten frowned.
"I'm sick of you, Trunks! Just because you got a lucky punch don't mean you can tell the whole planet `bout it!" he screamed back.
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah!"
"Oh yeah?"
"YEAH! You big stupid sack of poop, I oughta - " SMACK! Trunks had smacked him right across the face: good and hard. Goten only staggered away, mumbling senselessly.
"You can't tell me what to do, you weakling! You just can't get over my win, can you, you big jerk?" Trunks called to him. Goten just jumped into flight and flew far away to his home in East District.
"Humph! Weakling," whispered Trunks.
*A/N: Ok, you can already get the point of calling this fic "Best Friends...?", right? Good. Back to the story.*
Trunks got home late that evening. He had stopped by the mountains and just stood there for over an hour, gazing into the majestic valley known as The Supreme Shin Hill. The Supreme Kai had once come here every day on the very spot Trunks stood. Trunks's eyes were only half-open as he stared through the wind, mist, and fog coming from the sea beyond the mountains. Then he silently flew home.
"Where have you been, young man?" roared Bulma as soon as she caught sight of Trunks. "I have been worried sick and your father was...uh, worried as well!" she said awkwardly. Vegeta wasn't really worried. He knew that Trunks would come back. He could sense it.
"Was somebody speaking of me?" came the all-too-familiar but eerie voice from the opposing side of the monstrous hall. "Ah, Trunks, you're back, son."
"H-hey, D-d-d-dad. Uh, what's up p-p-pops? He he?" stuttered the nervous wreck of a saiyan. He knew if he messed with his dad, things would get ugly.
"Oh, nothing, son. Except for the fact that you're...LATE AGAIN!" he roared. "WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU ABOUT NOT WARNING YOUR MOTHER AND I IF YOU'RE GOING TO BE LATE! TRAINING SESSIONS ARE CANCELED FOR TODAY AND TOMORROW AND UNTIL YOU LEARN SOME RESPONSIBILITY, YOUNG MAN!" Have you ever seen a neighbor get really mad after you accidentally crossed their lawn? It was kind of like this.
Then Bulma sent him to his room, which looked more like a small house, where he then called Goten.
"Hey, dude, guess what? They chucked me to my room and my dad ain't giving me lessons today! This rots!" Trunks bellowed to Goten.
"Ah, you deserve it for hitting me, you jerk!"
"Oh, yeah? Whatever! Goten, you're such a dork! Shut-up about that thing, already, or I'll pound ya next chance I get, you here?"
"Yeah, I here ya, stupid, but you're not makin' sense! Why do you always call me a dork, you dork?"
"Ah, shut-up, weakling!' Trunks slammed the phone down so hard it shattered. "Tenshi! Oy, Isamashii Taiga Tenshi! Get ova here, you idiot!" A young woman came running down the hall.
"Yes, Master Briefs? May I help you?" cooed the sweet voice.
"Yeah! Gimme another phone! And make sure you hang up if a freak name Goten tries to call, got it?" She nodded and walked away, leaving him with a brand-new hi-tech cordless, hands-free virtual phone, similar to the last. Trunks crossed his arms, satisfied.
"Oy! Trunks! Come down here a minute, sweetie!" called Bulma from the first floor to the third, where Trunks stood, staring down the staircase.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah! Coming, Mom!" He slid down the banister and landed at her feet. A nearby maid giggled at his fall. He punched her out.
"Trunks! That's the eighth one this week!" said Bulma, furiously.
"So...?" he said back.
"Humph! Anyway, we've been invited to the Son household for supper," said Bulma.
"Yeah? So what?"
"Well, the whole gang will be there! Videl, Krillin, 18, Marron - "
"MARRON? Ok, let's go!" Trunks insisted. Bulma and Vegeta smirked. Bra, who was standing nearby, giggled uncontrollably.
"Oooo! Trunksie has a crushie on Marron! Ah ha ha!" she screeched.
"I do not, you sack of poop - "
"TRUNKS! HOW DARE YOU SPEAK TO YOUR SISTER IN THAT TONE, YOUNG MAN?" Bulma said, flabbergasted. She ran toward him, but Vegeta got there first. SMACK!
"Uhhhh..." Trunks stuttered weakly as he lay helplessly on the floor. Then he collapsed.
"Tenshi, go fetch a damp cloth for his forehead. Vegeta, you shouldn't have hit him so hard...you should have let ME," ordered Bulma. Vegeta folded his arms and said nothing. A minute later, Isamashii came running in with a wet towel, dripping all over.
"Here you are, Master Briefs." She handed Trunks the towel. Trunks reached up for it, but Vegeta smacked his hand aside.
"Live with it, son, you're not dead! Now get up and get your coat! We'll be late! Kakarot will think I stood him up purposely to miss our little match we planned. Now MOVE IT, mister!" Vegeta screamed at his son, kicking him sharply in the side to get him moving. Slowly, Trunks got up from the floor and marched away to the closet. Soon enough they were gone.
"Ah, Bulma! Vegeta! Bra! Trunks - oh, my word! You got quite a shiner (*black eye*), there, pal! You ok?" asked Chi Chi as she welcomed the Briefses. Trunks walked past her and into the house without saying anything. Inside, all the guests had already arrived. 18 and Krillin watched Gohan sticking rice cakes up his nose, while Videl, Goku, and Goten were yawning as Hercule retold them a story about a championship he won two years ago as a rookie. He was also entertaining 18 and Krillin at the same time.
"Best dang game I ever played!" he roared. "Ah, good ole karate!" he sighed.
"Hey, Trunks!" called Marron. Trunks blushed rather noticeably. He went from peach to strawberry like THAT.
"Uh, hey, Marron." Marron smiled, ran up to him, kissed him on the cheek and went to greet Bra. He had gone from strawberry to raspberry.
"Hello, Bra!" she said.
"Hey, Marron! Have you got the latest Tenshi Doll? My mum just bought it for me this morning! She has blonde hair and blue eyes! Here, lemme show you!" Bra lead Marron off to the other room to brag of her doll. Trunks rolled his eyes. Across the room, he spotted Goten, staring out the window. Depressed.
Quietly, Trunks drifted toward him. Goten could here the soft TUFT, TU FT of boots on a soft, beige carpet. Soon, he could see a purple-haired reflection in the clear windowpane.
"Hey, Goten." Goten didn't move. "Yeah, uh, well, ya know about yesterday? It was uh, um, ya know, it was..."
"I'm sorry, too, Trunks." Trunks didn't do anything at first. Then he smiled. Goten turned around and smiled back.
"C'mon, dude. Let's go."
And so they did. Goten punched out the glass of the window and they flew away. Chi Chi and Bulma were screaming helplessly out the broken window...or what was left of it, rather. Gohan was sent to get them. He sped off so fast he was a black blur in the air. Carefully, he scanned the foggy air for the terrible twosome. No luck.
Meanwhile, Goten and Trunks flew south of East District, and took a left at the ridge. The were going so fast, the eyes were almost watering. The air was beautiful and clean and fresh. Trunks looked at Goten. Goten looked at Trunks. They smirked and both sped up.
"Oh, no! Goten! Look behind you!" Trunks screamed. He had spotted Gohan. But Gohan had spotted them first. Gohan sped up at full speed. Goten and Trunks pushed themselves further and faster. "GOTEN!" roared Trunks in pain as he womped through the air. He was hit by a powerful blast from Gohan and flipped through the air, gathering speed as he plummeted toward the ridge. "AHHHHHHHHHHH!"
"TRUUUUUUUUUUUNKS! NO!" screamed Goten to his best friend.
"NOTHING PERSONAL, KID!" Gohan yelled rudely to the still-speed-gaining Trunks. Trunks crashed with an earth-shattering BOOM into the mountainside. He didn't move. Goten looked back at him. All he could see was bright red blood on a wilted face cocked to the side.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Goten shed a tear for his first true friend as he watched his last crash. Weakly, Trunks lifted a bloody arm, preparing to fire the best ki blast he could muster. A jittery little stick of an arm faintly reached up into the deep, sapphire sky.
"N-n-nothing - p-p-personal - " he stammered. He released the blast from his scarlet palm and closed his eyes forever. A saiyan laid in permanent peace in the side of a mountain, a strand of purple hair quavering in the wind. His last words were only to avenge his murderer.
The blast hit Gohan in the shoulder and forced him to stop dead in his tracks. Then he looked back and bowed his head. Goten noticed this and stopped, too. Gohan held a limp arm in his other as he looked back at what he had done.
"T-t-trunks - " cried Goten. "Oh, Trunks! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" He burst into tears and flew to the ridge where he rested. Gohan shivered in the air, his mouth agape. He did not know what to say. So he didn't say anything. A tear fell from his face down to Earth as he followed Goten to the eternal grave of his friend. Goten hovered in the air beside Trunks. Then he stared up at Gohan with those deep, black eyes that shook violently with depression. How incredibly devastated he was! Words could not explain the sorrow of a saiyan's heart. Gohan bowed his head. Goten imitated. Goten couldn't help it. He began to scream such a vigorous roar that shook the skies. Then his eyeballs disappeared for a moment and his hair shined like gold and spiked up into the air. When his pupils returned, his whole body began to glow and he closed his eyes, screaming.
Gohan rested a hand on his shoulder and whispered, "Come, Goten." Gohan pulled him to the earth with great difficulty, but Goten had settled down slightly. Dolefully, Gohan flew to his home in East District and dropped Goten to the ground, followed by his self. He turned the knob carefully and stepped in.
"Well, did you catch them?" asked Chi Chi.
"Yes, mother."
"There's my boy - "
"Wait! Where is Trunks?" asked Vegeta furiously. Gohan bowed his head and beckoned him to follow. Goku, Krillin, Videl, and 18 followed as well. Chi Chi, Bulma, Marron, Bra, and Hercule took the hover-car. Goten had passed them angrily to get there first. The others went slowly, following Gohan. Finally, they reached the cliff and Goten pointed. Vegeta flew forward. The rest tried to, also, but Gohan held out a hand.
Vegeta slowly approached his son in shock. He studied the limp body and stared into the cold face with terror in his eyes. He lifted his son's head and held it tight to his chest. Then, a long, thin, silvery bead of water fell from the corner of his listless eye and splashed with a soft DRIP to the boy's face. Then he closed his eyes and held his face close to his own and cried. Bulma hopped on Goku's back and approached her lifeless son. She, too, shed long, glittery, silent tears as she stared at her baby boy. Her mouth was open, but words had failed her. All she could do was cry. And cry she did. Perpetually.
Then Goten approached, face damp and red, to his very best friend in the world. "Trunks," he said, crying. "A memory lasts forever - never does it die - true friends stay together - and never say good-bye."
In Loving Memory of Our Beloved Trunks...
We Honor you now, for you have made it so far...
Have faith and you soon will return to my story...
And forever will you lie...
In Peace
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Chapter Three Coming Soon
After the tournament, Trunks became the richest boy in the world. But Goten was the opposite. Not a single part of him liked watching Trunks boast of his affluence to everyone in sight. One morning, while he waited for him to finish telling a 14-year-old about the match, Goten walked up to him, punched the 14-year-old, and pulled Trunks aside.
"Goten! What was that all about, you moron! I was halfway through my story! What's your prob, man?" Trunks roared scathingly. Goten frowned.
"I'm sick of you, Trunks! Just because you got a lucky punch don't mean you can tell the whole planet `bout it!" he screamed back.
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah!"
"Oh yeah?"
"YEAH! You big stupid sack of poop, I oughta - " SMACK! Trunks had smacked him right across the face: good and hard. Goten only staggered away, mumbling senselessly.
"You can't tell me what to do, you weakling! You just can't get over my win, can you, you big jerk?" Trunks called to him. Goten just jumped into flight and flew far away to his home in East District.
"Humph! Weakling," whispered Trunks.
*A/N: Ok, you can already get the point of calling this fic "Best Friends...?", right? Good. Back to the story.*
Trunks got home late that evening. He had stopped by the mountains and just stood there for over an hour, gazing into the majestic valley known as The Supreme Shin Hill. The Supreme Kai had once come here every day on the very spot Trunks stood. Trunks's eyes were only half-open as he stared through the wind, mist, and fog coming from the sea beyond the mountains. Then he silently flew home.
"Where have you been, young man?" roared Bulma as soon as she caught sight of Trunks. "I have been worried sick and your father was...uh, worried as well!" she said awkwardly. Vegeta wasn't really worried. He knew that Trunks would come back. He could sense it.
"Was somebody speaking of me?" came the all-too-familiar but eerie voice from the opposing side of the monstrous hall. "Ah, Trunks, you're back, son."
"H-hey, D-d-d-dad. Uh, what's up p-p-pops? He he?" stuttered the nervous wreck of a saiyan. He knew if he messed with his dad, things would get ugly.
"Oh, nothing, son. Except for the fact that you're...LATE AGAIN!" he roared. "WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU ABOUT NOT WARNING YOUR MOTHER AND I IF YOU'RE GOING TO BE LATE! TRAINING SESSIONS ARE CANCELED FOR TODAY AND TOMORROW AND UNTIL YOU LEARN SOME RESPONSIBILITY, YOUNG MAN!" Have you ever seen a neighbor get really mad after you accidentally crossed their lawn? It was kind of like this.
Then Bulma sent him to his room, which looked more like a small house, where he then called Goten.
"Hey, dude, guess what? They chucked me to my room and my dad ain't giving me lessons today! This rots!" Trunks bellowed to Goten.
"Ah, you deserve it for hitting me, you jerk!"
"Oh, yeah? Whatever! Goten, you're such a dork! Shut-up about that thing, already, or I'll pound ya next chance I get, you here?"
"Yeah, I here ya, stupid, but you're not makin' sense! Why do you always call me a dork, you dork?"
"Ah, shut-up, weakling!' Trunks slammed the phone down so hard it shattered. "Tenshi! Oy, Isamashii Taiga Tenshi! Get ova here, you idiot!" A young woman came running down the hall.
"Yes, Master Briefs? May I help you?" cooed the sweet voice.
"Yeah! Gimme another phone! And make sure you hang up if a freak name Goten tries to call, got it?" She nodded and walked away, leaving him with a brand-new hi-tech cordless, hands-free virtual phone, similar to the last. Trunks crossed his arms, satisfied.
"Oy! Trunks! Come down here a minute, sweetie!" called Bulma from the first floor to the third, where Trunks stood, staring down the staircase.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah! Coming, Mom!" He slid down the banister and landed at her feet. A nearby maid giggled at his fall. He punched her out.
"Trunks! That's the eighth one this week!" said Bulma, furiously.
"So...?" he said back.
"Humph! Anyway, we've been invited to the Son household for supper," said Bulma.
"Yeah? So what?"
"Well, the whole gang will be there! Videl, Krillin, 18, Marron - "
"MARRON? Ok, let's go!" Trunks insisted. Bulma and Vegeta smirked. Bra, who was standing nearby, giggled uncontrollably.
"Oooo! Trunksie has a crushie on Marron! Ah ha ha!" she screeched.
"I do not, you sack of poop - "
"TRUNKS! HOW DARE YOU SPEAK TO YOUR SISTER IN THAT TONE, YOUNG MAN?" Bulma said, flabbergasted. She ran toward him, but Vegeta got there first. SMACK!
"Uhhhh..." Trunks stuttered weakly as he lay helplessly on the floor. Then he collapsed.
"Tenshi, go fetch a damp cloth for his forehead. Vegeta, you shouldn't have hit him so hard...you should have let ME," ordered Bulma. Vegeta folded his arms and said nothing. A minute later, Isamashii came running in with a wet towel, dripping all over.
"Here you are, Master Briefs." She handed Trunks the towel. Trunks reached up for it, but Vegeta smacked his hand aside.
"Live with it, son, you're not dead! Now get up and get your coat! We'll be late! Kakarot will think I stood him up purposely to miss our little match we planned. Now MOVE IT, mister!" Vegeta screamed at his son, kicking him sharply in the side to get him moving. Slowly, Trunks got up from the floor and marched away to the closet. Soon enough they were gone.
"Ah, Bulma! Vegeta! Bra! Trunks - oh, my word! You got quite a shiner (*black eye*), there, pal! You ok?" asked Chi Chi as she welcomed the Briefses. Trunks walked past her and into the house without saying anything. Inside, all the guests had already arrived. 18 and Krillin watched Gohan sticking rice cakes up his nose, while Videl, Goku, and Goten were yawning as Hercule retold them a story about a championship he won two years ago as a rookie. He was also entertaining 18 and Krillin at the same time.
"Best dang game I ever played!" he roared. "Ah, good ole karate!" he sighed.
"Hey, Trunks!" called Marron. Trunks blushed rather noticeably. He went from peach to strawberry like THAT.
"Uh, hey, Marron." Marron smiled, ran up to him, kissed him on the cheek and went to greet Bra. He had gone from strawberry to raspberry.
"Hello, Bra!" she said.
"Hey, Marron! Have you got the latest Tenshi Doll? My mum just bought it for me this morning! She has blonde hair and blue eyes! Here, lemme show you!" Bra lead Marron off to the other room to brag of her doll. Trunks rolled his eyes. Across the room, he spotted Goten, staring out the window. Depressed.
Quietly, Trunks drifted toward him. Goten could here the soft TUFT, TU FT of boots on a soft, beige carpet. Soon, he could see a purple-haired reflection in the clear windowpane.
"Hey, Goten." Goten didn't move. "Yeah, uh, well, ya know about yesterday? It was uh, um, ya know, it was..."
"I'm sorry, too, Trunks." Trunks didn't do anything at first. Then he smiled. Goten turned around and smiled back.
"C'mon, dude. Let's go."
And so they did. Goten punched out the glass of the window and they flew away. Chi Chi and Bulma were screaming helplessly out the broken window...or what was left of it, rather. Gohan was sent to get them. He sped off so fast he was a black blur in the air. Carefully, he scanned the foggy air for the terrible twosome. No luck.
Meanwhile, Goten and Trunks flew south of East District, and took a left at the ridge. The were going so fast, the eyes were almost watering. The air was beautiful and clean and fresh. Trunks looked at Goten. Goten looked at Trunks. They smirked and both sped up.
"Oh, no! Goten! Look behind you!" Trunks screamed. He had spotted Gohan. But Gohan had spotted them first. Gohan sped up at full speed. Goten and Trunks pushed themselves further and faster. "GOTEN!" roared Trunks in pain as he womped through the air. He was hit by a powerful blast from Gohan and flipped through the air, gathering speed as he plummeted toward the ridge. "AHHHHHHHHHHH!"
"TRUUUUUUUUUUUNKS! NO!" screamed Goten to his best friend.
"NOTHING PERSONAL, KID!" Gohan yelled rudely to the still-speed-gaining Trunks. Trunks crashed with an earth-shattering BOOM into the mountainside. He didn't move. Goten looked back at him. All he could see was bright red blood on a wilted face cocked to the side.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Goten shed a tear for his first true friend as he watched his last crash. Weakly, Trunks lifted a bloody arm, preparing to fire the best ki blast he could muster. A jittery little stick of an arm faintly reached up into the deep, sapphire sky.
"N-n-nothing - p-p-personal - " he stammered. He released the blast from his scarlet palm and closed his eyes forever. A saiyan laid in permanent peace in the side of a mountain, a strand of purple hair quavering in the wind. His last words were only to avenge his murderer.
The blast hit Gohan in the shoulder and forced him to stop dead in his tracks. Then he looked back and bowed his head. Goten noticed this and stopped, too. Gohan held a limp arm in his other as he looked back at what he had done.
"T-t-trunks - " cried Goten. "Oh, Trunks! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" He burst into tears and flew to the ridge where he rested. Gohan shivered in the air, his mouth agape. He did not know what to say. So he didn't say anything. A tear fell from his face down to Earth as he followed Goten to the eternal grave of his friend. Goten hovered in the air beside Trunks. Then he stared up at Gohan with those deep, black eyes that shook violently with depression. How incredibly devastated he was! Words could not explain the sorrow of a saiyan's heart. Gohan bowed his head. Goten imitated. Goten couldn't help it. He began to scream such a vigorous roar that shook the skies. Then his eyeballs disappeared for a moment and his hair shined like gold and spiked up into the air. When his pupils returned, his whole body began to glow and he closed his eyes, screaming.
Gohan rested a hand on his shoulder and whispered, "Come, Goten." Gohan pulled him to the earth with great difficulty, but Goten had settled down slightly. Dolefully, Gohan flew to his home in East District and dropped Goten to the ground, followed by his self. He turned the knob carefully and stepped in.
"Well, did you catch them?" asked Chi Chi.
"Yes, mother."
"There's my boy - "
"Wait! Where is Trunks?" asked Vegeta furiously. Gohan bowed his head and beckoned him to follow. Goku, Krillin, Videl, and 18 followed as well. Chi Chi, Bulma, Marron, Bra, and Hercule took the hover-car. Goten had passed them angrily to get there first. The others went slowly, following Gohan. Finally, they reached the cliff and Goten pointed. Vegeta flew forward. The rest tried to, also, but Gohan held out a hand.
Vegeta slowly approached his son in shock. He studied the limp body and stared into the cold face with terror in his eyes. He lifted his son's head and held it tight to his chest. Then, a long, thin, silvery bead of water fell from the corner of his listless eye and splashed with a soft DRIP to the boy's face. Then he closed his eyes and held his face close to his own and cried. Bulma hopped on Goku's back and approached her lifeless son. She, too, shed long, glittery, silent tears as she stared at her baby boy. Her mouth was open, but words had failed her. All she could do was cry. And cry she did. Perpetually.
Then Goten approached, face damp and red, to his very best friend in the world. "Trunks," he said, crying. "A memory lasts forever - never does it die - true friends stay together - and never say good-bye."
In Loving Memory of Our Beloved Trunks...
We Honor you now, for you have made it so far...
Have faith and you soon will return to my story...
And forever will you lie...
In Peace
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Chapter Three Coming Soon