You are too young Ch.9
Helllooooooooo! Long time no see! I know you guys thought I was dead or something. Well actually my mom took away my privilege of not able to use my computer as much as I used to only on the weekends. And on the weekends I'm actually getting my life back together; it was like in pieces when I moved to Dinuba. Thanks for the reviews everyone I appreciated. Well I'll let u read the story now.
The nearby window let through the sun, telling him that another wonderful day had arrived. How time flied, it was almost time for his birthday again. He doubted that he was going to make it until then. He knew that pretty soon it was time for him to go, and leave behind his family and his best friend Trunks alone. He couldn't do anything about it anymore. He knew that if he kept on fighting the stupid disease, he was just making it worse for his parents. He felt sad that it was time to say good-bye to his father. It was kind of an irony, he didn't know his father for seven years, and now that everything was ok, he had to leave. But the time they had spent together didn't not go to waste; everyday for him was like an adventure when he was with his father. A small smile crept across his young round face, as he still kept his eyes closed.
'Thank you Dende for letting me live another day,' he thanked the Namek-sei Jin god. He uncomfortably moved in his bed. Something was wrong, but he couldn't put his finger on it. He kept on moving, ruffling up more the white sheets on his bed.
'I know, maybe it's time for me to go outside. Nothing will happen besides my mom is not home and my dad won't mind,' he thought as his black eyes flew wide open, still keeping that smile. Well, more like a smirk now, but not even with that smirk he wasn't able to get out of bed. He slowly moved his tiny legs and his body ready to get up. He made sure to hide his ki, he knew that if his big brother was to find out that he was getting out of bed he would never hear the end of the discussion. He made sure that every movement he made not to wake up his brother. He knew that Gohan had a pretty good hearing. He got on his knees to be begin to crawl across the room until he was able to reach the small closet. Inside were his fighting gi and his black boots, well now the vacation for his clothes were over. He slowly got up to reach for the handles, and quietly opened them. Then he quickly took off the over sized shirt he had been wearing yesterday when his father gave him a nice hot bath. He slipped on his blue long sleeve shirt, how he had missed that old shirt, and then he quietly slipped on his bright orange gi on. It reminded him of the one his father had. It felt hind of weird having his normal clothes on; it had been almost a month. Goten then got on his knees again, he thought that if he walked across the floor, it would make those annoying creaks sounds. Again he decided to crawl, he noticed how dirty his carpet had gotten since his mother wasn't around.
'I guess it's time to clean,' he thought as he felt little crumbs under his palms. His elbows bended, and he felt to the floor with a silent thud. His arms couldn't support him that much any more. He tightened his black eyes in pain.
'Stupid elbows!' he thought as he mentally hit his little arms. He hated what had become of him. He didn't know if he was now able to kick his best friends ass like he used, in other words he felt mad at himself for not being able to spar as much as he wanted to. He dismissed the thought and reached for the door handle. Very quietly he turned the knob, and looked back at his brother, making sure his brother didn't hear him. Goten slowly opened the door, making sure any creaks were made from the rusty door. He then again looked back at his sleeping brother, no signs of him waking up. He turned his head to face the hall and quietly sneaked out of the room.
"Whew," he whispered as he wiped away the sweat that had form on his forehead. "Now for a little snack," he said as he walked down the hall to the kitchen. He hoped to find some left over food from yesterday, or at least some fruit. As he walked down the hall his chest felt in pain, as if Trunks had hit him and had ran out of breath. He took deep breaths making sure he was getting enough. For what it had seem forever, he had finally reached the kitchen, he walked over to the huge white fridge and opened it. Goten quickly stuck his head inside, to smell what kind of food was more appealing to him. His sharp nose pick up the smell of an oranges and the sweet smell of apples.
"I'll have some apples," he said as he bent over to the bottom of the fridge to pick up his snack. But it was too heavy for him; he put his chubby little hands on the handles, and then stuck out his tiny little body. He pulled harder, and harder until the dawn thing had opened. He picked up four apples, and with all his might he close it. Goten walked to the main door, and again he had ran out of breath. But that wasn't going to stop him to go outside. He kept going and reached the for the knob. Goten quietly opened the door, and stuck out his head. The sun was barely coming up; it painted the sky with many different colors. A smile crept across his young features.
'It's been a while since I've seen the sunrise,' he thought as he sneaked out of the house and began to eat one of his apples.
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"Please Goten, don't leave me," said Trunks as he hold his best friends cold body. He looked pale as snow. He tightened up his grip on his friend.
"I'm sorry Trunks but I have to go now. Promise me you won't forget about me?" asked Goten barely able to smile at his friend.
"I promise you, I won't forget about you," said Trunks as small tears built up in the corners of his eyes.
"I won't forget you either Trunks," said Goten as he reached for his best friend's hand, "Don't think of it as a good-bye, think of it as a see you later." Trunks closed his eyes; he didn't wanted to see his best friend leaving. He felt Goten's ki dropping, until not even his life sign was felt. Trunks let out a loud sob; tears now ran down more freely down his face. He opened his eyes, but to his surprise Goten's body was now gone. Trunks was now wearing a black tuxedo, his mother was wearing a short black dress that ran up to her knees, and his father was wearing one just like him. He looked in front of him and saw a navy blue coffin. In front of it was ChiChi, crying like there was no tomorrow. He looked to the left of them, and saw Gokou hugging Gohan who was crying just like his mother. Trunks wanted to move and for the last time see his best friend, but his legs were stuck to the floor as if they were glued to the floor. He tried to moved them once again, but it was impossible. He then heard a creaking noise, and looked back where ChiChi was. The coffin slowly started to go down.
"No! Don't take my little boy yet!" screamed ChiChi as Gokou and Gohan tried to hold her back. A looked of terror spread across Trunks' features.
"Don't! Please no!" screamed Trunks as he once again tried to move, but he still wasn't able to. He reached for his legs, and moved them, but when he was able to move them it was too late.
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Trunks stood up in bed, with sweat running down his forehead to his neck. It had been a bad dream. He could hear his heart beat in his ears, and could see his chest going up and down from his heavy breathing. Trunks tried to calm down a bit, and tried to clear his thoughts from the awful dream he just had.
'What the hell was that?' thought Trunks as he stood up in bed to go to the kitchen for a glass of water. He bent down and looked for his slippers under the bed. Trunks reached inside under the bed, and took out his black slippers. He jumped out of bed and put down his slippers to his feet. He walked to the door, still with that image of Goten's pale face in his mind. Trunks shook his head, in hopes it would go away. He opened the door and walked through the long halls of his home. As Trunks reached the stairs, he could feel his father's strong ki in the kitchen.
'What is he doing up?' thought Trunks as a frown formed in his face. He decided to hide his ki, and very quietly walked to the kitchen. Vegeta felt his son's ki as he woke up, but this time it was different. He had been in the kitchen for a while, he had woken up and couldn't go back to sleep so he decided to make a snack.
'Trying to sneak up on me huh?' thought Vegeta as he felt his son's ki go down until it was barely readable. Vegeta just let Trunks do what ever he was going to do; he wasn't in the mood to play games right now. Besides he was really pissed off at his son for making his mate worry too much. Trunks saw his dad eating a some cookies with his right arm, and with his left hand taking a sip from the gallon of milk.
'Guess I'll come back later when his gone,' thought Trunks as he turned around until his back was facing his father.
"Where do you think you're going brat?" asked Vegeta as he had just gulped down a drink of milk. Vegeta quickly got up and coolly walked to where Trunks was.
"I'm going up to my room, can't you see," said Trunks still with his back facing to his father. He kept on walking as if Vegeta was not even there to begin with.
"Trunks get back here this instant," said Vegeta with a very impatient tone in his voice. (As if he was patient to begin with ^_^)
"No, I'm going up to my room and try to go to sleep," said Trunks as he was almost near the stairs. He felt his father's ki fly up, and quickly disappeared from the spot he was and in front of him.
"Now listen brat, this has gone long enough got it? I don't want you worrying your mother any longer," said Vegeta as he made Trunks look up at him. Trunks just looked to his left and ignored his father.
"Whatever, can I go now?" Vegeta looked at Trunks with a hateful look on his face. Even if he was his son, he was kind of a little bitch just like his mother. Vegeta stepped aside, and let Trunks go back to his room. He saw Trunks' lavender hair disappear into the darkness of the hall.
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'Stupid sun,' thought Gohan as he pulled over the thin white sheet over his head. He sun was now shinning brightly than earlier, and it was bothering him. How he hated it when the day would begin. It just wasn't right. He hated how the birds would sing, and how he was able to hear the river flow gently. It wasn't fair, how can the day be so full of joy when he felt like hell from the inside. How it drove him crazy! He felt like going outside and just make the biggest Kamehameha ever so everything would be like he feels. He rolled in his bed uncomfortably, something was wrong but he couldn't put his finger on it. He put his arm on his eyes to block the sun to reach his eyes. But still something was wrong. He rolled back onto his back, opened his eyes, and saw the dull white ceiling. He quickly turned to see his little brother's figure asleep, it had become a habit to see him asleep every since he was a little baby. But to his surprise he wasn't there.
"Goten?" said Gohan as he stood up in bed making him able to see the whole floor of the room. He was hoping Goten was playing a little trick on him, but of course there was no sign of his little brother.
"Goten?" said Gohan as he checked under each bed, but found nothing. A look of terror spread across his young features. Gohan not thinking one bit got out off bed and ran to his father's room.
"Dad!" screamed Gohan as he almost knocked down the door. Even as he had almost knock down the door he could still hear his father's snoring.
'Oh well, I'll fix it later,' thought Gohan as he backed a bit from the door and charged in, breaking the poor door.
"Dad wake up," Gohan walked over to his father who was still sound asleep. Gohan shook Gokou as hard as he could so he could probably wake up.
"What's going on?" said Gokou as his eyes were half ways open.
"Dad, where is Goten?" Now Gokou was fully awake.
"What do you mean where's Goten, isn't he sleeping with you?" said Gokou as he looked into his son's worried face.
"No, I thought he was with you," said Gohan as a worried frown crept onto his face. Both of them jumped off the bed and ran for their own closets. Gokou quickly researched for his normal fighting gi, and as for Gohan he was looking for his red shirt and his baggy black shorts.
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"This should be a good spot," said Goten as he walked over to his most favorite part of the forest. Right under a huge tree and right next to the clear river. He loved it so much because he had spent most of his time was spent here when he was smaller. Gohan had brought him here ever since he could remember. And when his father had come to his life, they came here often, which was everyday. Today was full of surprises. He had visited his favorite places of the forest and in which one of them he found little animals to play with. But each one of them tired him out, and now he was feeling kind of weak. He lay under the wonderful shade of the tree. It was so peaceful. Goten looked up at the sky, and saw the sun was high in the royal blue sky. He rested his eyes, and decided to take a little nap.
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Trunks couldn't go back to sleep after he woke up earlier. He just closed his mini blinds so everything in the room would go dark again. He stared at the ceiling most of the time, thinking of what that stupid dream meant. Then all of the sudden he felt it again. That stupid feeling he felt when Goten had gone to the hospital, and when he had passed out that day when he wasn't able to move at all.
So what do you think of chapter nine? I hope you liked it, well please review my story, and no way this story is not even over.
Helllooooooooo! Long time no see! I know you guys thought I was dead or something. Well actually my mom took away my privilege of not able to use my computer as much as I used to only on the weekends. And on the weekends I'm actually getting my life back together; it was like in pieces when I moved to Dinuba. Thanks for the reviews everyone I appreciated. Well I'll let u read the story now.
The nearby window let through the sun, telling him that another wonderful day had arrived. How time flied, it was almost time for his birthday again. He doubted that he was going to make it until then. He knew that pretty soon it was time for him to go, and leave behind his family and his best friend Trunks alone. He couldn't do anything about it anymore. He knew that if he kept on fighting the stupid disease, he was just making it worse for his parents. He felt sad that it was time to say good-bye to his father. It was kind of an irony, he didn't know his father for seven years, and now that everything was ok, he had to leave. But the time they had spent together didn't not go to waste; everyday for him was like an adventure when he was with his father. A small smile crept across his young round face, as he still kept his eyes closed.
'Thank you Dende for letting me live another day,' he thanked the Namek-sei Jin god. He uncomfortably moved in his bed. Something was wrong, but he couldn't put his finger on it. He kept on moving, ruffling up more the white sheets on his bed.
'I know, maybe it's time for me to go outside. Nothing will happen besides my mom is not home and my dad won't mind,' he thought as his black eyes flew wide open, still keeping that smile. Well, more like a smirk now, but not even with that smirk he wasn't able to get out of bed. He slowly moved his tiny legs and his body ready to get up. He made sure to hide his ki, he knew that if his big brother was to find out that he was getting out of bed he would never hear the end of the discussion. He made sure that every movement he made not to wake up his brother. He knew that Gohan had a pretty good hearing. He got on his knees to be begin to crawl across the room until he was able to reach the small closet. Inside were his fighting gi and his black boots, well now the vacation for his clothes were over. He slowly got up to reach for the handles, and quietly opened them. Then he quickly took off the over sized shirt he had been wearing yesterday when his father gave him a nice hot bath. He slipped on his blue long sleeve shirt, how he had missed that old shirt, and then he quietly slipped on his bright orange gi on. It reminded him of the one his father had. It felt hind of weird having his normal clothes on; it had been almost a month. Goten then got on his knees again, he thought that if he walked across the floor, it would make those annoying creaks sounds. Again he decided to crawl, he noticed how dirty his carpet had gotten since his mother wasn't around.
'I guess it's time to clean,' he thought as he felt little crumbs under his palms. His elbows bended, and he felt to the floor with a silent thud. His arms couldn't support him that much any more. He tightened his black eyes in pain.
'Stupid elbows!' he thought as he mentally hit his little arms. He hated what had become of him. He didn't know if he was now able to kick his best friends ass like he used, in other words he felt mad at himself for not being able to spar as much as he wanted to. He dismissed the thought and reached for the door handle. Very quietly he turned the knob, and looked back at his brother, making sure his brother didn't hear him. Goten slowly opened the door, making sure any creaks were made from the rusty door. He then again looked back at his sleeping brother, no signs of him waking up. He turned his head to face the hall and quietly sneaked out of the room.
"Whew," he whispered as he wiped away the sweat that had form on his forehead. "Now for a little snack," he said as he walked down the hall to the kitchen. He hoped to find some left over food from yesterday, or at least some fruit. As he walked down the hall his chest felt in pain, as if Trunks had hit him and had ran out of breath. He took deep breaths making sure he was getting enough. For what it had seem forever, he had finally reached the kitchen, he walked over to the huge white fridge and opened it. Goten quickly stuck his head inside, to smell what kind of food was more appealing to him. His sharp nose pick up the smell of an oranges and the sweet smell of apples.
"I'll have some apples," he said as he bent over to the bottom of the fridge to pick up his snack. But it was too heavy for him; he put his chubby little hands on the handles, and then stuck out his tiny little body. He pulled harder, and harder until the dawn thing had opened. He picked up four apples, and with all his might he close it. Goten walked to the main door, and again he had ran out of breath. But that wasn't going to stop him to go outside. He kept going and reached the for the knob. Goten quietly opened the door, and stuck out his head. The sun was barely coming up; it painted the sky with many different colors. A smile crept across his young features.
'It's been a while since I've seen the sunrise,' he thought as he sneaked out of the house and began to eat one of his apples.
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"Please Goten, don't leave me," said Trunks as he hold his best friends cold body. He looked pale as snow. He tightened up his grip on his friend.
"I'm sorry Trunks but I have to go now. Promise me you won't forget about me?" asked Goten barely able to smile at his friend.
"I promise you, I won't forget about you," said Trunks as small tears built up in the corners of his eyes.
"I won't forget you either Trunks," said Goten as he reached for his best friend's hand, "Don't think of it as a good-bye, think of it as a see you later." Trunks closed his eyes; he didn't wanted to see his best friend leaving. He felt Goten's ki dropping, until not even his life sign was felt. Trunks let out a loud sob; tears now ran down more freely down his face. He opened his eyes, but to his surprise Goten's body was now gone. Trunks was now wearing a black tuxedo, his mother was wearing a short black dress that ran up to her knees, and his father was wearing one just like him. He looked in front of him and saw a navy blue coffin. In front of it was ChiChi, crying like there was no tomorrow. He looked to the left of them, and saw Gokou hugging Gohan who was crying just like his mother. Trunks wanted to move and for the last time see his best friend, but his legs were stuck to the floor as if they were glued to the floor. He tried to moved them once again, but it was impossible. He then heard a creaking noise, and looked back where ChiChi was. The coffin slowly started to go down.
"No! Don't take my little boy yet!" screamed ChiChi as Gokou and Gohan tried to hold her back. A looked of terror spread across Trunks' features.
"Don't! Please no!" screamed Trunks as he once again tried to move, but he still wasn't able to. He reached for his legs, and moved them, but when he was able to move them it was too late.
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Trunks stood up in bed, with sweat running down his forehead to his neck. It had been a bad dream. He could hear his heart beat in his ears, and could see his chest going up and down from his heavy breathing. Trunks tried to calm down a bit, and tried to clear his thoughts from the awful dream he just had.
'What the hell was that?' thought Trunks as he stood up in bed to go to the kitchen for a glass of water. He bent down and looked for his slippers under the bed. Trunks reached inside under the bed, and took out his black slippers. He jumped out of bed and put down his slippers to his feet. He walked to the door, still with that image of Goten's pale face in his mind. Trunks shook his head, in hopes it would go away. He opened the door and walked through the long halls of his home. As Trunks reached the stairs, he could feel his father's strong ki in the kitchen.
'What is he doing up?' thought Trunks as a frown formed in his face. He decided to hide his ki, and very quietly walked to the kitchen. Vegeta felt his son's ki as he woke up, but this time it was different. He had been in the kitchen for a while, he had woken up and couldn't go back to sleep so he decided to make a snack.
'Trying to sneak up on me huh?' thought Vegeta as he felt his son's ki go down until it was barely readable. Vegeta just let Trunks do what ever he was going to do; he wasn't in the mood to play games right now. Besides he was really pissed off at his son for making his mate worry too much. Trunks saw his dad eating a some cookies with his right arm, and with his left hand taking a sip from the gallon of milk.
'Guess I'll come back later when his gone,' thought Trunks as he turned around until his back was facing his father.
"Where do you think you're going brat?" asked Vegeta as he had just gulped down a drink of milk. Vegeta quickly got up and coolly walked to where Trunks was.
"I'm going up to my room, can't you see," said Trunks still with his back facing to his father. He kept on walking as if Vegeta was not even there to begin with.
"Trunks get back here this instant," said Vegeta with a very impatient tone in his voice. (As if he was patient to begin with ^_^)
"No, I'm going up to my room and try to go to sleep," said Trunks as he was almost near the stairs. He felt his father's ki fly up, and quickly disappeared from the spot he was and in front of him.
"Now listen brat, this has gone long enough got it? I don't want you worrying your mother any longer," said Vegeta as he made Trunks look up at him. Trunks just looked to his left and ignored his father.
"Whatever, can I go now?" Vegeta looked at Trunks with a hateful look on his face. Even if he was his son, he was kind of a little bitch just like his mother. Vegeta stepped aside, and let Trunks go back to his room. He saw Trunks' lavender hair disappear into the darkness of the hall.
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'Stupid sun,' thought Gohan as he pulled over the thin white sheet over his head. He sun was now shinning brightly than earlier, and it was bothering him. How he hated it when the day would begin. It just wasn't right. He hated how the birds would sing, and how he was able to hear the river flow gently. It wasn't fair, how can the day be so full of joy when he felt like hell from the inside. How it drove him crazy! He felt like going outside and just make the biggest Kamehameha ever so everything would be like he feels. He rolled in his bed uncomfortably, something was wrong but he couldn't put his finger on it. He put his arm on his eyes to block the sun to reach his eyes. But still something was wrong. He rolled back onto his back, opened his eyes, and saw the dull white ceiling. He quickly turned to see his little brother's figure asleep, it had become a habit to see him asleep every since he was a little baby. But to his surprise he wasn't there.
"Goten?" said Gohan as he stood up in bed making him able to see the whole floor of the room. He was hoping Goten was playing a little trick on him, but of course there was no sign of his little brother.
"Goten?" said Gohan as he checked under each bed, but found nothing. A look of terror spread across his young features. Gohan not thinking one bit got out off bed and ran to his father's room.
"Dad!" screamed Gohan as he almost knocked down the door. Even as he had almost knock down the door he could still hear his father's snoring.
'Oh well, I'll fix it later,' thought Gohan as he backed a bit from the door and charged in, breaking the poor door.
"Dad wake up," Gohan walked over to his father who was still sound asleep. Gohan shook Gokou as hard as he could so he could probably wake up.
"What's going on?" said Gokou as his eyes were half ways open.
"Dad, where is Goten?" Now Gokou was fully awake.
"What do you mean where's Goten, isn't he sleeping with you?" said Gokou as he looked into his son's worried face.
"No, I thought he was with you," said Gohan as a worried frown crept onto his face. Both of them jumped off the bed and ran for their own closets. Gokou quickly researched for his normal fighting gi, and as for Gohan he was looking for his red shirt and his baggy black shorts.
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"This should be a good spot," said Goten as he walked over to his most favorite part of the forest. Right under a huge tree and right next to the clear river. He loved it so much because he had spent most of his time was spent here when he was smaller. Gohan had brought him here ever since he could remember. And when his father had come to his life, they came here often, which was everyday. Today was full of surprises. He had visited his favorite places of the forest and in which one of them he found little animals to play with. But each one of them tired him out, and now he was feeling kind of weak. He lay under the wonderful shade of the tree. It was so peaceful. Goten looked up at the sky, and saw the sun was high in the royal blue sky. He rested his eyes, and decided to take a little nap.
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Trunks couldn't go back to sleep after he woke up earlier. He just closed his mini blinds so everything in the room would go dark again. He stared at the ceiling most of the time, thinking of what that stupid dream meant. Then all of the sudden he felt it again. That stupid feeling he felt when Goten had gone to the hospital, and when he had passed out that day when he wasn't able to move at all.
So what do you think of chapter nine? I hope you liked it, well please review my story, and no way this story is not even over.