Disclaimer: Still don't own them. . .
Author's Notes: Part Two. Shonen-Ai. May end up revising the whole thing. I'm just so impatient to get it posted tho! Please let me know what ya think. Thanks!
~ ~ ~ ~ Still denotes flashbacks! ^-^
OH, sorry its so short! I just had to post SOMETHING, and I can't quite get it FINISHED--so there will be a part 3.
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Trunks heard something. He was afraid, tho he didn't know why. Something was wrong. He sat up in bed, looking around the dark room. Everything seemed peaceful enough. He sighed, relieved. "Must have been a dream," he muttered to himself.
He lay down, careful not to wake Goten. Goten! Trunks sat up quickly, panicking. He wasn't there! Trunks peeled the covers back, to make sure, looking. He rubbed his hands over the spot Goten should have been. Where is he? He began to worry, what if it _wasn't_ a dream? What if. . .
Trunks broke out in a cold sweat. This can't be happening. "I've got to find him before," he couldn't bear to finish the thought. He jumped from the bed and made his way to the hall. After searching the house, Trunks still found no sign of his friend. "Maybe outside?" Trunks stepped out on to the cool grass. A cold wind blew, he shivered.
"Looking for someone?" A voice boomed from behind.
Trunks spun around, his heart beating wildly with fear. Vegeta stood before him, smiling evilly in the ghostly moonlight. He held a bruised and bloody Goten in his grasp. "No!" Trunks gasped.
"Oh," Vegeta snarled. "But do believe it. You don't think I would _abandon_ my own _son_ do you?" Vegeta's eyes began to glow green as he powered up. He grasp a struggling Goten by the neck. Goten clawed weakly at the hand clamped around his throat and kicked wildly as he was lifted from the ground. He fought to breathe.
"Father!" Trunks stepped forward in protest. "Please!"
Vegeta grinned evilly at his son, swiftly reaching up to Goten with his free hand. He promptly broke the young sayian's neck. Vegeta dropped Goten unceremoniously to the ground. Trunks rushed over to his friend lying heaped at the feet of his father. "Goten!" Trunks kneeled beside the boy. "You can't leave me!" Trunks clutched his friend tightly to his chest. Tears formed in his eyes, spilling, searing hot on to his cheeks.
"You always were weak," Vegeta spat. "You're like your mother! A spoiled brat! You will never be a true warrior. You do not deserve the Sayia-Jin blood coursing through your veins!"
Trunks looked up fearfully at his father. Vegeta had just killed his best friend and Trunks hadn't done a thing to stop him. Trunks knelt motionless, paralyzed by the menacing gaze of his father. Vegeta fiercely kicked Trunks in the face, sending the boy tumbling backwards and into a tree. Trunks struck the tree with such force he could feel ribs break. He could taste blood on his lips. He couldn't breathe. He felt like he was going to faint. He could hear his father stomping towards him. Then the world went black.
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"Trunks!" Friendly hands gently shook him. "Trunks, wake up!" Trunks sharply drew a deep breath and his eyes opened. He gasped for air. "Shh," Goten soothed, brushing Trunks' sweat soaked hair from his eyes. "You're ok, everything is alrite. You had a bad dream."
A dream? But it felt so real! "No," Trunks shook his head. "He was here and," Trunks looked at his best friend leaning over him. "And," Trunks reached out to touch Goten's cheek. "You were," he couldn't bring himself to say it. Dead. 'You were dead,' he thought. Fresh tears began pouring down his cheeks.
"Hey," Goten scolded gently as he drew Trunks to him. "Everything is fine. I'm ok." Goten grasp Trunks tighter to him. Trunks was trembling. 'It must have been some nightmare,' he thought to himself. 'I've never seen Trunks so upset like this.'
"Goten," Trunks breathed softly, squeezing his friend tightly, as if he were never going to let go.
"Koi," Goten gently pulled Trunks away. He held Trunks gently by the chin, looking intently into the lavender haired boy's swimming blue eyes. "Everything is fine," Goten brushed tears from Trunk's cheeks. "I won't let anything happen to you."
Trunks opened his mouth to say something. Goten understood. Trunks wasn't worried about himself. He was worried about Goten. Worried about what Vegeta would do when, this time, Goten didn't abandon his friend. And Trunks knew that it'd be almost impossible for Goten to defeat Vegeta. However, Goten brightened a bit. "Don't worry, my dad is here, too. He won't let anything happen to either of us."
Trunks blinked. "Goku," he said the name as if realizing for the first time they had been living under the same roof for the past two weeks.
"See," Goten smiled happily. "All that worrying for nothing." He hopped lightly out of bed. "Now, come on," he nodded to the glowing widow. "Its almost morning. Let's go out for a jog before breakfast."
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Again?! The same dream? Something wasn't right. Trunks panicked. "Goten!" He turned around, pulling the covers off.
"Wha--?" A sleepy Goten looked at a wild eyed Trunks. "What's wrong?"
"Ah! I'm going _crazy_!" Trunks wailed. "That's what's wrong!" Goten didn't know what to say. This was extremely odd behavior for Trunks. "I'm sorry," Trunks sighed, handing the blanket back to Goten. "I just don't know what's wrong with me."
"It's ok, Trunks," Goten sat up. "Do you want to talk?"
"No, that's ok. I think I'll go for a walk. And think a bit."
"You're sure you'll be ok?" Goten asked with raised eyebrows.
"I'll be fine, koi," he squeezed Goten's hand. "Just be here when I get back."
"I promise," Goten whispered as he drew Trunks close for a gentle kiss. "Nothing on earth or in heaven could take me away." Trunks smiled and got up to leave. "Ah, and don't get lost my kawaii murasakige," Goten teased. "Make sure to mark your path with bread crumbs." They both laughed softly as Trunks left the room.
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Trunks began walking. He went in no particular direction, with no particular destination. He slowed his pace as he came to a place he knew well. A clearing near the Son house where he and Goten used to come. Everything looked exactly as he remembered it. Trunks felt a little comfort in knowing that some things hadn't changed. Trunks sat down in the thick grass, running his fingers through the cool blades. This is where he and Goten had played and sparred when they were kids. And, later, where they had first kissed. They hadn't been back since.
Sighing, Trunks lay down, placing his arms behind his head. He gazed up at the bright stars as his mind began to wonder.
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Vegeta woke the boy up early, the sun wasn't due to rise for another two hours. The brat had been whining about training again. That he wanted to spend time with his father. Bulma had finally screeched and screamed enough that Vegeta had given in. Anything to shut the bitch up. Besides, it _was_ about time to see what the boy was made of.
They arrived in the arid and rocky foothills, large rocks and boulders were scattered everywhere. Many were scorched and scarred, clear evidence that Vegeta trained here often.
Vegeta touched down on a small plateau, Trunks lighted next to him. The youth looked around, surveying his surroundings, happy to finally be spending time with his dad.
Suddenly, Trunks found himself lying in the rocky soil, blinding pain shooting through his being. White spots were dancing before his eyes. He reached up with a shaky hand, touching his face gently. He pulled his hand back, staring at it. Blood. What had happened?
His father appeared over him, looming menacingly. The air seemed to pop with a strange energy. "Get up brat!" the sayian snarled.
"Father?" Trunks asked meekly. Vegeta had struck him. Why?
"I said get up!" Vegeta reached down, grabbing Trunks by the hair, pulling him to his feet. "You wanted to train with me, nows your chance!" Vegeta released Trunks and took up his sparring stance. "Fight me!"
Trunks stood shakily. Frightened, confused, in shock. He didn't know what to think. He'd never seen his father like this. His father had never directed his anger towards _him_. He was terrified.
"I said fight me!" Vegeta struck out, hitting the boy at the base of the neck. Trunks' vision swam, he collapsed to his knees. Every nerve in his body burned with pain. He gasp, sobbing softly. Trying not to cry, not wanting his father to see his tears. "Ah!" Vegeta growled in fury. "You are a disgrace! Your mother's constant pampering has made you weak!" Vegeta looked at the boy who was huddled at his feet. "Why do I waste my time?!" Turning, the man disappeared into the sky.
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Trunks sat watching his father. Vegeta had been training for hours, the sun was climbing in the sky. The boy was growing impatient. He wanted a chance to prove himself, to make his father proud. He felt embarrassed by his actions earlier, about how he'd _cried_. Shame caused his face to burn. If only his father would give him another chance.
Vegeta stopped his training to look at Trunks, as if seeing him there for the first time. He glared at the small figure sitting amid the dusty rocks. "Come on, boy," Vegeta quipped gruffly. "Let's see if you're worth the effort." Trunks leapt to his feet and ran to his father, only to be met by an icy stare. He stopped a few feet from Vegeta, unsure if he should venture closer. Vegeta pointed to a mound in the distance, a rather large cliff wall. "There. Let's see what you've got."
:Trunks almost smiled at his father. He couldn't be serious. He chanced a glance at Vegeta. The look in the sayian's cold eyes informed that he was in fact, not joking. Trunks' eyes grew wide with fear, there was no way he'd be able to do this. What ten year old could? Even if he _was_ half sayian. Trunks hesitated, studying the cliff.
"We do not have all day, boy." Vegeta crossed his arms, snarling at his son.
Trunks turned from his father to face the distant target. Drawing a deep breath, Trunks transformed into a super sayian, his golden hair rising towards the sky. Green eyes sparking with power, the youth gathered his energy. The boy concentrated on his target with his eyes while focusing his energy with his mind. A low rumble was heard as the boy's ki blast grew, growing brighter as the seconds passed. Trunks began to tremble, breaking out into a sweat as he fought to maintain control over his energy and struggled to force everything he had into this attack. He had to prove to his father he was not weak, that he was destined to become a warrior like his father.
The boy could no longer hold back, he released his attack, collapsing to the ground in exhaustion. A large explosion sent dust and debris into the air. Small pebbles rained down upon the two tho they were a great distance from the impact. Trunks knelt, gasping for air, he had given it his all. He looked at his father who was intently gazing at the place the cliff wall stood. Trunks followed his father's gaze. The settling dust revealed emptiness where the proud stone wall had stood. A few large stones littered the ground. Trunks looked at the scene in awe. He quickly looked at his father, who had a strange look on his face. The boy knew he'd impressed his father, he smiled happily.
Vegeta stood looking in disbelief at the now empty patch of horizon. The boy had done that? Impossible! No half breed brat could do such a thing! This boy was stronger than Vegeta had been at his age, and no doubt would easily overtake him in the years to come. That could not be allowed. No one would surpass him, not even his own son. Vegeta was the _prince_, the most powerful! It was destined!
Vegeta looked down on his smiling son. "Is that the best you can do?" Vegeta smirked coolly. He laughed derisively as he saw the hope fade from his son's eyes. "You've wasted my day." Vegeta turned his back and took to the sky.
Trunks felt a coldness creep inside of him, his eyes filling with tears. With eyes clenched shut and tears falling to join the dusty sand, Trunks came to understand that he would never be good enough.
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Oh, well, end of part two--part three is in the works--please let me know what ya think! Thanks!! ^-^
Author's Notes: Part Two. Shonen-Ai. May end up revising the whole thing. I'm just so impatient to get it posted tho! Please let me know what ya think. Thanks!
~ ~ ~ ~ Still denotes flashbacks! ^-^
OH, sorry its so short! I just had to post SOMETHING, and I can't quite get it FINISHED--so there will be a part 3.
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Trunks heard something. He was afraid, tho he didn't know why. Something was wrong. He sat up in bed, looking around the dark room. Everything seemed peaceful enough. He sighed, relieved. "Must have been a dream," he muttered to himself.
He lay down, careful not to wake Goten. Goten! Trunks sat up quickly, panicking. He wasn't there! Trunks peeled the covers back, to make sure, looking. He rubbed his hands over the spot Goten should have been. Where is he? He began to worry, what if it _wasn't_ a dream? What if. . .
Trunks broke out in a cold sweat. This can't be happening. "I've got to find him before," he couldn't bear to finish the thought. He jumped from the bed and made his way to the hall. After searching the house, Trunks still found no sign of his friend. "Maybe outside?" Trunks stepped out on to the cool grass. A cold wind blew, he shivered.
"Looking for someone?" A voice boomed from behind.
Trunks spun around, his heart beating wildly with fear. Vegeta stood before him, smiling evilly in the ghostly moonlight. He held a bruised and bloody Goten in his grasp. "No!" Trunks gasped.
"Oh," Vegeta snarled. "But do believe it. You don't think I would _abandon_ my own _son_ do you?" Vegeta's eyes began to glow green as he powered up. He grasp a struggling Goten by the neck. Goten clawed weakly at the hand clamped around his throat and kicked wildly as he was lifted from the ground. He fought to breathe.
"Father!" Trunks stepped forward in protest. "Please!"
Vegeta grinned evilly at his son, swiftly reaching up to Goten with his free hand. He promptly broke the young sayian's neck. Vegeta dropped Goten unceremoniously to the ground. Trunks rushed over to his friend lying heaped at the feet of his father. "Goten!" Trunks kneeled beside the boy. "You can't leave me!" Trunks clutched his friend tightly to his chest. Tears formed in his eyes, spilling, searing hot on to his cheeks.
"You always were weak," Vegeta spat. "You're like your mother! A spoiled brat! You will never be a true warrior. You do not deserve the Sayia-Jin blood coursing through your veins!"
Trunks looked up fearfully at his father. Vegeta had just killed his best friend and Trunks hadn't done a thing to stop him. Trunks knelt motionless, paralyzed by the menacing gaze of his father. Vegeta fiercely kicked Trunks in the face, sending the boy tumbling backwards and into a tree. Trunks struck the tree with such force he could feel ribs break. He could taste blood on his lips. He couldn't breathe. He felt like he was going to faint. He could hear his father stomping towards him. Then the world went black.
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"Trunks!" Friendly hands gently shook him. "Trunks, wake up!" Trunks sharply drew a deep breath and his eyes opened. He gasped for air. "Shh," Goten soothed, brushing Trunks' sweat soaked hair from his eyes. "You're ok, everything is alrite. You had a bad dream."
A dream? But it felt so real! "No," Trunks shook his head. "He was here and," Trunks looked at his best friend leaning over him. "And," Trunks reached out to touch Goten's cheek. "You were," he couldn't bring himself to say it. Dead. 'You were dead,' he thought. Fresh tears began pouring down his cheeks.
"Hey," Goten scolded gently as he drew Trunks to him. "Everything is fine. I'm ok." Goten grasp Trunks tighter to him. Trunks was trembling. 'It must have been some nightmare,' he thought to himself. 'I've never seen Trunks so upset like this.'
"Goten," Trunks breathed softly, squeezing his friend tightly, as if he were never going to let go.
"Koi," Goten gently pulled Trunks away. He held Trunks gently by the chin, looking intently into the lavender haired boy's swimming blue eyes. "Everything is fine," Goten brushed tears from Trunk's cheeks. "I won't let anything happen to you."
Trunks opened his mouth to say something. Goten understood. Trunks wasn't worried about himself. He was worried about Goten. Worried about what Vegeta would do when, this time, Goten didn't abandon his friend. And Trunks knew that it'd be almost impossible for Goten to defeat Vegeta. However, Goten brightened a bit. "Don't worry, my dad is here, too. He won't let anything happen to either of us."
Trunks blinked. "Goku," he said the name as if realizing for the first time they had been living under the same roof for the past two weeks.
"See," Goten smiled happily. "All that worrying for nothing." He hopped lightly out of bed. "Now, come on," he nodded to the glowing widow. "Its almost morning. Let's go out for a jog before breakfast."
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Again?! The same dream? Something wasn't right. Trunks panicked. "Goten!" He turned around, pulling the covers off.
"Wha--?" A sleepy Goten looked at a wild eyed Trunks. "What's wrong?"
"Ah! I'm going _crazy_!" Trunks wailed. "That's what's wrong!" Goten didn't know what to say. This was extremely odd behavior for Trunks. "I'm sorry," Trunks sighed, handing the blanket back to Goten. "I just don't know what's wrong with me."
"It's ok, Trunks," Goten sat up. "Do you want to talk?"
"No, that's ok. I think I'll go for a walk. And think a bit."
"You're sure you'll be ok?" Goten asked with raised eyebrows.
"I'll be fine, koi," he squeezed Goten's hand. "Just be here when I get back."
"I promise," Goten whispered as he drew Trunks close for a gentle kiss. "Nothing on earth or in heaven could take me away." Trunks smiled and got up to leave. "Ah, and don't get lost my kawaii murasakige," Goten teased. "Make sure to mark your path with bread crumbs." They both laughed softly as Trunks left the room.
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Trunks began walking. He went in no particular direction, with no particular destination. He slowed his pace as he came to a place he knew well. A clearing near the Son house where he and Goten used to come. Everything looked exactly as he remembered it. Trunks felt a little comfort in knowing that some things hadn't changed. Trunks sat down in the thick grass, running his fingers through the cool blades. This is where he and Goten had played and sparred when they were kids. And, later, where they had first kissed. They hadn't been back since.
Sighing, Trunks lay down, placing his arms behind his head. He gazed up at the bright stars as his mind began to wonder.
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Vegeta woke the boy up early, the sun wasn't due to rise for another two hours. The brat had been whining about training again. That he wanted to spend time with his father. Bulma had finally screeched and screamed enough that Vegeta had given in. Anything to shut the bitch up. Besides, it _was_ about time to see what the boy was made of.
They arrived in the arid and rocky foothills, large rocks and boulders were scattered everywhere. Many were scorched and scarred, clear evidence that Vegeta trained here often.
Vegeta touched down on a small plateau, Trunks lighted next to him. The youth looked around, surveying his surroundings, happy to finally be spending time with his dad.
Suddenly, Trunks found himself lying in the rocky soil, blinding pain shooting through his being. White spots were dancing before his eyes. He reached up with a shaky hand, touching his face gently. He pulled his hand back, staring at it. Blood. What had happened?
His father appeared over him, looming menacingly. The air seemed to pop with a strange energy. "Get up brat!" the sayian snarled.
"Father?" Trunks asked meekly. Vegeta had struck him. Why?
"I said get up!" Vegeta reached down, grabbing Trunks by the hair, pulling him to his feet. "You wanted to train with me, nows your chance!" Vegeta released Trunks and took up his sparring stance. "Fight me!"
Trunks stood shakily. Frightened, confused, in shock. He didn't know what to think. He'd never seen his father like this. His father had never directed his anger towards _him_. He was terrified.
"I said fight me!" Vegeta struck out, hitting the boy at the base of the neck. Trunks' vision swam, he collapsed to his knees. Every nerve in his body burned with pain. He gasp, sobbing softly. Trying not to cry, not wanting his father to see his tears. "Ah!" Vegeta growled in fury. "You are a disgrace! Your mother's constant pampering has made you weak!" Vegeta looked at the boy who was huddled at his feet. "Why do I waste my time?!" Turning, the man disappeared into the sky.
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Trunks sat watching his father. Vegeta had been training for hours, the sun was climbing in the sky. The boy was growing impatient. He wanted a chance to prove himself, to make his father proud. He felt embarrassed by his actions earlier, about how he'd _cried_. Shame caused his face to burn. If only his father would give him another chance.
Vegeta stopped his training to look at Trunks, as if seeing him there for the first time. He glared at the small figure sitting amid the dusty rocks. "Come on, boy," Vegeta quipped gruffly. "Let's see if you're worth the effort." Trunks leapt to his feet and ran to his father, only to be met by an icy stare. He stopped a few feet from Vegeta, unsure if he should venture closer. Vegeta pointed to a mound in the distance, a rather large cliff wall. "There. Let's see what you've got."
:Trunks almost smiled at his father. He couldn't be serious. He chanced a glance at Vegeta. The look in the sayian's cold eyes informed that he was in fact, not joking. Trunks' eyes grew wide with fear, there was no way he'd be able to do this. What ten year old could? Even if he _was_ half sayian. Trunks hesitated, studying the cliff.
"We do not have all day, boy." Vegeta crossed his arms, snarling at his son.
Trunks turned from his father to face the distant target. Drawing a deep breath, Trunks transformed into a super sayian, his golden hair rising towards the sky. Green eyes sparking with power, the youth gathered his energy. The boy concentrated on his target with his eyes while focusing his energy with his mind. A low rumble was heard as the boy's ki blast grew, growing brighter as the seconds passed. Trunks began to tremble, breaking out into a sweat as he fought to maintain control over his energy and struggled to force everything he had into this attack. He had to prove to his father he was not weak, that he was destined to become a warrior like his father.
The boy could no longer hold back, he released his attack, collapsing to the ground in exhaustion. A large explosion sent dust and debris into the air. Small pebbles rained down upon the two tho they were a great distance from the impact. Trunks knelt, gasping for air, he had given it his all. He looked at his father who was intently gazing at the place the cliff wall stood. Trunks followed his father's gaze. The settling dust revealed emptiness where the proud stone wall had stood. A few large stones littered the ground. Trunks looked at the scene in awe. He quickly looked at his father, who had a strange look on his face. The boy knew he'd impressed his father, he smiled happily.
Vegeta stood looking in disbelief at the now empty patch of horizon. The boy had done that? Impossible! No half breed brat could do such a thing! This boy was stronger than Vegeta had been at his age, and no doubt would easily overtake him in the years to come. That could not be allowed. No one would surpass him, not even his own son. Vegeta was the _prince_, the most powerful! It was destined!
Vegeta looked down on his smiling son. "Is that the best you can do?" Vegeta smirked coolly. He laughed derisively as he saw the hope fade from his son's eyes. "You've wasted my day." Vegeta turned his back and took to the sky.
Trunks felt a coldness creep inside of him, his eyes filling with tears. With eyes clenched shut and tears falling to join the dusty sand, Trunks came to understand that he would never be good enough.
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Oh, well, end of part two--part three is in the works--please let me know what ya think! Thanks!! ^-^
