Hey peeps! sorry it took me a while to get this chapter out, but I had to
revise it a million times :) I don't like it but if I waited any longer I'd
never get it out. Sorry it's so short but Chapter 3 is going to be
considerably longer I promise. This story will turn out to be a Lemon but
not until chapter 4 :) but be assured all my stories are Lemons :)
A few notes: This is an AU fic, that means that, although Vegeta and Goku
never spar together in the show and Bra doesn't spar at all, they do in my
fic. Also I had to bump up Bra, Pan and Maron's ages, Bra and Pan are 10
and Maron is 9...I know that is way off but again AU fic :) YAOI WARNING!!!
This is also a Yaoi fic, a Truten blah blah blah you read this all in the last
part. Chichi bashing alert!!!!!!!!!!! If you like Chichi don't read! I hate
her so I bash her good :)
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ so don't sue me!
Letters: Chapter 2
During the next few months my mother made my life a living hell.
After my first few letters from Trunks my mood had significantly changed to
one of a more happier tone. Now certain that my health was no longer in
question, she started hounding me to study and focus more on my schooling
rather then 'pointless training' and 'useless moping'.
It was early summer that my mother began expressing her true feelings about
my love, and her words would cut through me like shards of glass.
I could recall one particular incident when I had just finished a 30 page
essay on the development of Quantum Technology. Being more of an artistic
mind, I had great difficulty with the theories of Quantum Physics and needed
to relax with a little sparring.
I hadn't been interested in sparring much over the past years but I had come
to enjoy how it released my anger, mostly towards my mother, and my sadness
at Trunks's absence.
I slipped on my sparring attire, (tight spandex shorts and a loose white
beater), and my heart clenched slightly at the memories of Trunks oozing out
of the mental prison I had locked them in. I would always wear this outfit
when we would go sparring together, which most of the time, meant we were
getting into some sort of trouble. Kami how I miss him.
I pounded the tears back down, swearing I would have a good cry later, and
slipped downstairs. My father was no where to be found and I assumed he was
training with Vegeta. My mother stood in her stationary position at the
kitchen sink and I wanted to gag at her feigned domestication.
Hoping to leave without catching her attention, I floated towards the door
and placed my hands on the cool knob. Turning it slowly, I cracked the door
open and it creaked, exposing my intentions. My mother turned on me sharply,
knife in hand, and glared me down like a harpy in heat.
"Just where do think YOU'RE going?" She squawked, bitter sweet curiosity
dripping from her voice.
I tensed and turned around, staring her sharply in the eye, refusing to
succumb to her glares.
"Out." I said flatly, waiting for her to pursue this developing argument.
"Where?" She questioned, never taking her eyes off me.
My fists tightened around the door knob, knuckles whitening under the pressure
I stood my ground.
"Look mother, I finished my paper and I thought I'd go spar with Bra." I
hissed, venomous hatred steaming from my throat.
She smiled angrily at me and I braced myself for her high pitched screams.
I blinked when I heard nothing but an irritated sigh.
"Fine do whatever you want." She grinned out, taking a step towards my
retreating form. "If you want to spend time with that barbaric family that's
fine, I thought that since Trunks was gone you'd come to your senses and be
rid of his blood thirsty kind. After all, any son of Vegeta is just as evil
as the father."
Hot tears filled my eyes and my chest pounded in pain. I felt like she had
ripped my very heart out of my chest, and crushed it with her uncaring hands.
I had walked out then, so angry that if she'd been anyone but my mother I
would have killed her for speaking ill of my beloved. I didn't return for
days, my father bringing me clothes and paper so I could work and write to
Trunks.
I thought about keeping myself in a self imposed exile, anything to get away
from my mothers accusing eyes. But I knew very well that I couldn't live
out there in the small cave that had been my shelter for a month. I needed
some where to go, and I wasn't going back to that hole, screw that bitch!
I left home at the end of the summer and went to live with Gohan and Videl,
who welcomed me without question. My father all but begged me to stay, but I
was too angry to hear him, I didn't want to hear him. My mother bellowed the
typical 'if you leave now don't bother coming back' speech; I turned my back
proudly and walked out.
When I got to Gohan's he wanted to talk about it but all I wanted was Trunks.
I wrote him every day during these last months of the year and he was
always there with a soothing word, if only on paper. I told him everything;
about my mother's sudden change of heart, about my father's depression, about
the divorce, everything.
I miss him now more then anything, I knew I would when Christmas came around.
I remember when we would decorate the tree together and we would always get
tangled in the tinsel. I miss how we would all go to Bulma's house and Trunks
and I would wait by the chimney for Santa to come, and Vegeta would always
call us pathetic when we were found cuddle up together, asleep by the warm
fire. Without him, it's just a meaningless holiday.
I watched as the light powder danced from the sky painting everything with a
thin coat of white. I shivered at the sight of the icicles hanging on my
window and I sighed heavily.
Gohan wanted to keep up the tradition and go over to Bulma's for Christmas,
and I was reluctant to go and protested heavily. I was silenced by the
whimpers of my big brother and little niece and begrudgingly agreed to go.
Videl told me I'd really like my gifts this year, I doubt it.
We got dressed up, like every year, and flew quickly over to the Briefs' house
to get out of the cold. Their house looked gloomier this year, maybe it was
because Trunks wasn't there, maybe it was because of all the pain I've been
through this past year; whatever it was, I didn't want to be there.
We shook off the snow from our hair and jackets and walked through the doors,
greeted with soft music and the smell of food...lots of food. My stomach
growled at the prospect of turkey and Bulma's stuffing and I managed a small
smile at my stomachs impatience. I walked through the main hallway and took
in the breath taking sight of the living room.
The tree was in the far right hand corner, big and full and beautifully
decorated with bright lights and garland. A string of lights lit the room
with a dull glow as they hung, stapled to the wall, twinkling like stars.
The fire place stood proudly with its stockings hung on the hearth, each one
embroidered with a different name. I choked back a sob as I saw Trunks's
stocking hanging next to mine, filled with small gifts and painted joyously
with fake snow. The fire roared savagely as Vegeta threw a log, unceremoniously
onto the dull embers. I chuckled at Vegeta's never changing demeanor, and
walked towards the kitchen where all the wonderful smells were emanating.
My father stood looking over Bulma's shoulder, little drops of saliva escaping
his slightly open mouth. I noticed how happy his eyes were and I had to smile.
He turned his attention from the food and looked at me with more love in his
eyes then I've seen in my short lifetime. Tears brimmed his big, misty black
eyes and he staggered over towards me.
"Hi Goten." He stood in front of me and I was so ashamed that I simply looked
down at the floor, tracing circles with my feet.
I noticed how the room had ceased all noise, except the sound of boiling food.
"Hi Dad." I looked up as my father put a comforting hand on my shoulder, and
smiled his classic smile.
"I've really missed you son." He opened his warm arms towards me and I ran
into his embrace.
"I've missed you too." I hugged him tight and he squeezed me to him.
I heard Gohan laugh happily behind me and Bulma's bright smile shone over the
steaming pots and pans.
I hadn't seen my father since I moved in with Gohan, not because I hated him,
but I was so angry that he let my mother treat me like that I didn't want
to see him. I considered seeing him after the divorce, but I was still so
angry that I couldn't bring myself to face him. I was being so selfish then,
and I know now what I didn't before: I need my father, almost as much as I
need Trunks.
I heard a cough coming from behind us and my head turned towards Vegeta who
was glaring daggers at my dad and I.
"Now that you've ruined my appetite with your nauseating display of disgusting
affection, get out of my kitchen." He stated bluntly, turning towards the
fireplace he growled, "the brats want their pathetic stockings."
I smiled up at my dad and he led me into the living room, beaming all the way.
I chuckled loudly as I heard a loud *thud* followed by, "Dammit woman! keep
your filthy hands to yourself!"
I sat next to my father, absently snuggling under his arm. Gohan smiled
happily at our dad and I and mimicked my movement next to Videl, Pan on her
side. Krillin, Juuhachigou, and Maron were sitting to our far right, pure
joy painted on their naturally pale faces.
Bra sat next to me and she leaned against the wall where Vegeta stood, the
usual scowl on his face, rubbing his head.
Bulma came up behind him, smiling triumphantly and kissed him affectionately
on the cheek. He smirked down at her and she chuckled under his glare.
"Well are we ready for stockings?" Bulma asked, taking down each stocking and
handing them out to each person...all except Trunks's.
Bra and Pan ran to each other and began their annual 'gift exchange' of
stocking stuffers, making sure each got what they wanted.
Maron looked at Juuhachigou, who nodded with a smile and Maron walked over to
her two giggling companions.
Gohan and Videl sat in each others arms talking and watching the younger girls
exchange their goodies.
My dad sat with Bulma and talked of the old days as Vegeta scowled at them
from his favorite corner.
I looked down at my stocking, tracing the soft letters with my fingers, a small
smile on my lips. I opened it slowly, looking into its depth only to be struck
by an envelop blocking me from my goodies. I recognized the printing. I knew
it was from him and my throat leapt in my throat. I knew he understood how
lonely I was and no doubt felt the same. This was our holiday and I could
hardly bare him not being here. I smiled down at the envelop and gently peeled
it open, removing it's contents, the goodies can wait. There was no letter this
time, only a small card, which was unusual for Trunks for he always took the
time to write me 'books' instead of letters. It was a Christmas card, with
just a golden angel on the front. I opened it and a small piece of paper fell
out of it, and I looked down at it strangely. I picked it up and read its
contents, in big bold letters it said only the words, "Turn around."
I stood up staring at the paper and I looked up into the bluest eyes I've ever
seen, the eyes I grew up with.
Trunks stood in front of me, a mischievous smile curving over his soft lips as
he stared into my face. I could do nothing but stare at him, not believing that
after almost a year, he was standing in front of me, looking the same as when
he had left me that day.
I closed my eyes against the tears that were forming in my eyes and tried
desperately to block out these cruel hallucinations before I lost my mind.
I could feel him lean in towards me and his warm breath brushed my flushed
ear.
My body tensed and I bit my bottom lip, fighting to ignore my delusions of
his soft hair teasing my cheek and his breath beating on my flesh.
"Hi Chibi, I told you I'd be back."
My eyes snapped open at his soft whispering in my ear and the tears fell from
from my eyes as realization hit me.
"You're really here?" I begged, almost afraid the answer would be no.
He threw his arms around me and I clung to him, relishing in the fact that
he was real and in my arms.
revise it a million times :) I don't like it but if I waited any longer I'd
never get it out. Sorry it's so short but Chapter 3 is going to be
considerably longer I promise. This story will turn out to be a Lemon but
not until chapter 4 :) but be assured all my stories are Lemons :)
A few notes: This is an AU fic, that means that, although Vegeta and Goku
never spar together in the show and Bra doesn't spar at all, they do in my
fic. Also I had to bump up Bra, Pan and Maron's ages, Bra and Pan are 10
and Maron is 9...I know that is way off but again AU fic :) YAOI WARNING!!!
This is also a Yaoi fic, a Truten blah blah blah you read this all in the last
part. Chichi bashing alert!!!!!!!!!!! If you like Chichi don't read! I hate
her so I bash her good :)
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ so don't sue me!
Letters: Chapter 2
During the next few months my mother made my life a living hell.
After my first few letters from Trunks my mood had significantly changed to
one of a more happier tone. Now certain that my health was no longer in
question, she started hounding me to study and focus more on my schooling
rather then 'pointless training' and 'useless moping'.
It was early summer that my mother began expressing her true feelings about
my love, and her words would cut through me like shards of glass.
I could recall one particular incident when I had just finished a 30 page
essay on the development of Quantum Technology. Being more of an artistic
mind, I had great difficulty with the theories of Quantum Physics and needed
to relax with a little sparring.
I hadn't been interested in sparring much over the past years but I had come
to enjoy how it released my anger, mostly towards my mother, and my sadness
at Trunks's absence.
I slipped on my sparring attire, (tight spandex shorts and a loose white
beater), and my heart clenched slightly at the memories of Trunks oozing out
of the mental prison I had locked them in. I would always wear this outfit
when we would go sparring together, which most of the time, meant we were
getting into some sort of trouble. Kami how I miss him.
I pounded the tears back down, swearing I would have a good cry later, and
slipped downstairs. My father was no where to be found and I assumed he was
training with Vegeta. My mother stood in her stationary position at the
kitchen sink and I wanted to gag at her feigned domestication.
Hoping to leave without catching her attention, I floated towards the door
and placed my hands on the cool knob. Turning it slowly, I cracked the door
open and it creaked, exposing my intentions. My mother turned on me sharply,
knife in hand, and glared me down like a harpy in heat.
"Just where do think YOU'RE going?" She squawked, bitter sweet curiosity
dripping from her voice.
I tensed and turned around, staring her sharply in the eye, refusing to
succumb to her glares.
"Out." I said flatly, waiting for her to pursue this developing argument.
"Where?" She questioned, never taking her eyes off me.
My fists tightened around the door knob, knuckles whitening under the pressure
I stood my ground.
"Look mother, I finished my paper and I thought I'd go spar with Bra." I
hissed, venomous hatred steaming from my throat.
She smiled angrily at me and I braced myself for her high pitched screams.
I blinked when I heard nothing but an irritated sigh.
"Fine do whatever you want." She grinned out, taking a step towards my
retreating form. "If you want to spend time with that barbaric family that's
fine, I thought that since Trunks was gone you'd come to your senses and be
rid of his blood thirsty kind. After all, any son of Vegeta is just as evil
as the father."
Hot tears filled my eyes and my chest pounded in pain. I felt like she had
ripped my very heart out of my chest, and crushed it with her uncaring hands.
I had walked out then, so angry that if she'd been anyone but my mother I
would have killed her for speaking ill of my beloved. I didn't return for
days, my father bringing me clothes and paper so I could work and write to
Trunks.
I thought about keeping myself in a self imposed exile, anything to get away
from my mothers accusing eyes. But I knew very well that I couldn't live
out there in the small cave that had been my shelter for a month. I needed
some where to go, and I wasn't going back to that hole, screw that bitch!
I left home at the end of the summer and went to live with Gohan and Videl,
who welcomed me without question. My father all but begged me to stay, but I
was too angry to hear him, I didn't want to hear him. My mother bellowed the
typical 'if you leave now don't bother coming back' speech; I turned my back
proudly and walked out.
When I got to Gohan's he wanted to talk about it but all I wanted was Trunks.
I wrote him every day during these last months of the year and he was
always there with a soothing word, if only on paper. I told him everything;
about my mother's sudden change of heart, about my father's depression, about
the divorce, everything.
I miss him now more then anything, I knew I would when Christmas came around.
I remember when we would decorate the tree together and we would always get
tangled in the tinsel. I miss how we would all go to Bulma's house and Trunks
and I would wait by the chimney for Santa to come, and Vegeta would always
call us pathetic when we were found cuddle up together, asleep by the warm
fire. Without him, it's just a meaningless holiday.
I watched as the light powder danced from the sky painting everything with a
thin coat of white. I shivered at the sight of the icicles hanging on my
window and I sighed heavily.
Gohan wanted to keep up the tradition and go over to Bulma's for Christmas,
and I was reluctant to go and protested heavily. I was silenced by the
whimpers of my big brother and little niece and begrudgingly agreed to go.
Videl told me I'd really like my gifts this year, I doubt it.
We got dressed up, like every year, and flew quickly over to the Briefs' house
to get out of the cold. Their house looked gloomier this year, maybe it was
because Trunks wasn't there, maybe it was because of all the pain I've been
through this past year; whatever it was, I didn't want to be there.
We shook off the snow from our hair and jackets and walked through the doors,
greeted with soft music and the smell of food...lots of food. My stomach
growled at the prospect of turkey and Bulma's stuffing and I managed a small
smile at my stomachs impatience. I walked through the main hallway and took
in the breath taking sight of the living room.
The tree was in the far right hand corner, big and full and beautifully
decorated with bright lights and garland. A string of lights lit the room
with a dull glow as they hung, stapled to the wall, twinkling like stars.
The fire place stood proudly with its stockings hung on the hearth, each one
embroidered with a different name. I choked back a sob as I saw Trunks's
stocking hanging next to mine, filled with small gifts and painted joyously
with fake snow. The fire roared savagely as Vegeta threw a log, unceremoniously
onto the dull embers. I chuckled at Vegeta's never changing demeanor, and
walked towards the kitchen where all the wonderful smells were emanating.
My father stood looking over Bulma's shoulder, little drops of saliva escaping
his slightly open mouth. I noticed how happy his eyes were and I had to smile.
He turned his attention from the food and looked at me with more love in his
eyes then I've seen in my short lifetime. Tears brimmed his big, misty black
eyes and he staggered over towards me.
"Hi Goten." He stood in front of me and I was so ashamed that I simply looked
down at the floor, tracing circles with my feet.
I noticed how the room had ceased all noise, except the sound of boiling food.
"Hi Dad." I looked up as my father put a comforting hand on my shoulder, and
smiled his classic smile.
"I've really missed you son." He opened his warm arms towards me and I ran
into his embrace.
"I've missed you too." I hugged him tight and he squeezed me to him.
I heard Gohan laugh happily behind me and Bulma's bright smile shone over the
steaming pots and pans.
I hadn't seen my father since I moved in with Gohan, not because I hated him,
but I was so angry that he let my mother treat me like that I didn't want
to see him. I considered seeing him after the divorce, but I was still so
angry that I couldn't bring myself to face him. I was being so selfish then,
and I know now what I didn't before: I need my father, almost as much as I
need Trunks.
I heard a cough coming from behind us and my head turned towards Vegeta who
was glaring daggers at my dad and I.
"Now that you've ruined my appetite with your nauseating display of disgusting
affection, get out of my kitchen." He stated bluntly, turning towards the
fireplace he growled, "the brats want their pathetic stockings."
I smiled up at my dad and he led me into the living room, beaming all the way.
I chuckled loudly as I heard a loud *thud* followed by, "Dammit woman! keep
your filthy hands to yourself!"
I sat next to my father, absently snuggling under his arm. Gohan smiled
happily at our dad and I and mimicked my movement next to Videl, Pan on her
side. Krillin, Juuhachigou, and Maron were sitting to our far right, pure
joy painted on their naturally pale faces.
Bra sat next to me and she leaned against the wall where Vegeta stood, the
usual scowl on his face, rubbing his head.
Bulma came up behind him, smiling triumphantly and kissed him affectionately
on the cheek. He smirked down at her and she chuckled under his glare.
"Well are we ready for stockings?" Bulma asked, taking down each stocking and
handing them out to each person...all except Trunks's.
Bra and Pan ran to each other and began their annual 'gift exchange' of
stocking stuffers, making sure each got what they wanted.
Maron looked at Juuhachigou, who nodded with a smile and Maron walked over to
her two giggling companions.
Gohan and Videl sat in each others arms talking and watching the younger girls
exchange their goodies.
My dad sat with Bulma and talked of the old days as Vegeta scowled at them
from his favorite corner.
I looked down at my stocking, tracing the soft letters with my fingers, a small
smile on my lips. I opened it slowly, looking into its depth only to be struck
by an envelop blocking me from my goodies. I recognized the printing. I knew
it was from him and my throat leapt in my throat. I knew he understood how
lonely I was and no doubt felt the same. This was our holiday and I could
hardly bare him not being here. I smiled down at the envelop and gently peeled
it open, removing it's contents, the goodies can wait. There was no letter this
time, only a small card, which was unusual for Trunks for he always took the
time to write me 'books' instead of letters. It was a Christmas card, with
just a golden angel on the front. I opened it and a small piece of paper fell
out of it, and I looked down at it strangely. I picked it up and read its
contents, in big bold letters it said only the words, "Turn around."
I stood up staring at the paper and I looked up into the bluest eyes I've ever
seen, the eyes I grew up with.
Trunks stood in front of me, a mischievous smile curving over his soft lips as
he stared into my face. I could do nothing but stare at him, not believing that
after almost a year, he was standing in front of me, looking the same as when
he had left me that day.
I closed my eyes against the tears that were forming in my eyes and tried
desperately to block out these cruel hallucinations before I lost my mind.
I could feel him lean in towards me and his warm breath brushed my flushed
ear.
My body tensed and I bit my bottom lip, fighting to ignore my delusions of
his soft hair teasing my cheek and his breath beating on my flesh.
"Hi Chibi, I told you I'd be back."
My eyes snapped open at his soft whispering in my ear and the tears fell from
from my eyes as realization hit me.
"You're really here?" I begged, almost afraid the answer would be no.
He threw his arms around me and I clung to him, relishing in the fact that
he was real and in my arms.