It was really humid today. Trunks was fidgeting with his tie, it was way too tight. But if he tried to loosen it, his kaasan would kill him. He heard a door slam and turned to look over his right shoulder. He saw Chi-chi and Ox King coming out of the back door of Capsule Corp. Behind them were four servant bots carrying a large casket. As the little group grew closer, Bulma grabbed a hold of Trunks and pulled him closer to her body. The servant bots stopped in front of the hole in the ground; then they slowly lower the casket into the ground.
Trunks had gotten to look inside the casket before he and Bulma had made their way outside. Gohan's eyes had been closed and his mouth sewn shut so it wouldn't hang open. Bulma had dressed Gohan in Goku's traditional gi, blue and orange. Trunks quickly payed his last respects to Gohan, grabbed his kaasan's hand, and bolted for the back door. Trunks was so close to tears, he could hardly stand it.
Now, as Chi-chi and Ox King were throwing their contributions of dirt into the grave, Trunks was nearing tears again. Bulma gave Trunks a gentle little push, signalling it was his turn to throw dirt over the casket. Trunks took three small, uncertain steps forward, then went down on his hunches and picked up a hand-full of dirt. As he picked up his dirt, he looked around at their private little graveyard. Down, the farthest grave to Trunks' left, was Krillin's grave, then Yamcha's, Piccolo's, Goku's, and then a space; this would now be Gohan's final resting place. On Trunks' right, was Tien's grave, then Chaotzu's. And finally, the grave farthest to Trunks' right, was Vegeta's grave. Vegeta. Trunks' tousan. Vegeta. Gohan. Tousan. Master. Tousan. Friend. Vegeta. Gohan....
'I'll avenge your death Gohan...tous..an...ev..er..y...o...n...e....'
It was more than Trunks could stand, he quickly stood up, regardless of the fact that his legs were stiff from staying on his hunches; threw his handful of dirt on Gohan's casket, and took to the sky.
"TRUNKS!!!!" Bulma shouted to her son's vapour trail. She knew it was hopeless, and Trunks wouldn't have heard her. But she still yelled, out of force of habit, and impulse.
Trunks heard his kaasan's cry. But kept on flying anyway. He took off his tie and jacket and threw them out of the sky.
He wasn't going anywhere, he was just going. Trying to get away from that....that place. His backyard. The graveyard. That casket. Gohan's casket.
He saw Gohan's casket. Gohan's lifeless body in the casket. The robots lowering the casket into the ground. Tears began to stream down his face. He started sobbing uncontrollably. He was sobbing so hard his body was beginning to shake.
Trunks landed on a small cliff and layed down on his stomach; he buried his face in the grass. He was trying to stop crying, but he just couldn't. It wasn't fair.
"Trunks," a soft voice said.
"Go...han???" Trunks saw an image of Gohan standing in front of him.
"Trunks, try not to be sad. Try to remember all the good times we shared. All the funny stuff we did."
"But....Gohan.....it's so hard not to be sad."
"I know, Trunks, I know. But remembering the good times, will help to ease the pain."
Gohan's image was beginning to fade. "Gohan?? What's happening??"
"I've got to go back, I can't stay. I'll miss you Trunks."
"GOHAN! Please Gohan, don't go!!" Trunks cried out in sorrow.
"Oh, and Trunks," Gohan said as the last of his image faded back into the afterlife, "your tousan says hi." The voice turned into a whisper, "He's not going to like the fact I told you that...."
"Gohan?" Trunks stood up and swung his arms around the place where Gohan had been standing. "Gohan......Tousan....." Trunks looked up to the sky, "I....miss you too..." With that Trunks felt the world around him go black, as he passed out on the grassy hill. He dreamt pleasant dreams of all the funny times he and Gohan had shared....and his tousan not liking Gohan cause of what he'd told Trunks.