"Oh my God Trunks, what happened?!?!" Bulma screeched the second se saw Gohan's body.
"Hang on, kaasan, don't..." Trunks began, but it was too late.
"What the hell where you two thinking and how did you end up...Where's the phone?!" Bulma was pacing through the foyer ranting like a delusional woman. She went to the phone, "I'm calling Chi-chi," she said to the wall, "Trunks, go upstairs and take a bath, right now!!"
Trunks moved to the stairs, almost dropping Gohan's body. "No, wait," his kaasan cried, "don't move. I do not want any blood on my carpet. Moshi-moshi," she said into the telephone, "Chi-chi, this is Bulma. No everything's not alright. How do I start..."
'Kaasan's gone hysterical,' Trunks thought. Then he looked at Gohan's body, remembering just how 'hysterical' he'd been a few hours before. 'I guess I can't blame her.'
"Chi-chi, hello...hello...Chi-chi?!" Bulma screamed into the phone. "Chi-chi, if you can hear me, please come over to Capsule Corp, we can talk and....she hung up. Well I guess that means she'll be coming over."
"Kaasan...um...what do I do with...um...you know?" Trunks whispered.
"Huh? Oh," Bulma began, "well, let's wait until Chic-chi gets here, then, I guess we care bury him with the rest of the Jinzouningen's....."
"...victims." Trunks finished, "That's what they were, the Jinzouningen's victims. It's not fair kaasan..," he began to sob.
"Now, Trunks-kun," his kaasan said sympathetically, "I know it's not fair. But what's done is done, and no matter what we do, we can't change the past."
"If only the Jinzouningen had never come. Then Gohan, and tousan, and everyone else would still be alive." Trunks sobbed, he reached out for his kaasan's open embrace, and dropped Gohan's body on the floor. "Oh, kaasan...I'm..." Trunks gasped, going back to pick up the body.
"It alright Trunks," Bulma replied, pulling her thirteen year old son back into her embrace. "You're more important than a little blood on the carpet."
"Oh kaasan, I miss him so much."
"I know, son, I know."