Chapter 2: It hurts so much
It's been a few weeks since Trunks' mistake. Oh well Bulma was right. They really didn't need the time machine anyway. Well it was handy to see if the Earth's Special Forces' battle with the Androids went okay. But that wasn't a case of life and death.
Bulma was still pissed, but didn't show it. Trunks noticed it though, she send him out for grocery and other stuff he didn't have to do before. He deserved it, he thought.
Now our hero was flying full speed with two grocery bags wrapped in his strong arms. They had a car, but Bulma's calculations predicted that Trunks was way faster. What was he a delivery guy? She had the right to be pissed. He screwed up her greatest achievement.
Trunks shook his head and thin locks of hair got out of his face. He looked down. Still wrecked houses, blown up buildings and mollesed cars. 18 and 17's job . No time to waist, Trunks had to train. He was planning on challenging them again. But not like this, be must become stronger and powerful. Only that and his strong will, will defeat the artificial human beings.
He lifted his head and looked at the long way in front of him. Man, it was kind of hot. He felt sweat drops running down his forehead. This wasn't usual , he was only carrying a couple of grocery bags. The next best thing he found himself breathing like crazy. He was having a hard time with inhaling. His speed slowed down. He closed his eyes and took some air in with his nose. He breathed out with his mouth. He repeated the exercise on his way home. Maybe he was catching a cold? It cirtantly felt like it.
Fifteen minutes later Trunks' head began to spin. Definatly a cold . Just when he wanted to pick up his training scedual. He dropped the bags on the floor and leaned with one arm against the door. His other arm was clamped against his forehead. No training today just rest.
After catching his breath he entered the house and placed the bags gently in the kitchen. "Here you go ma'am" he said sarcastically. Bulma didn't hear him, she was busy in her lab. Secretly trying to make another time machine.
Trunks lifted his tired feet up the stairs. Now he was sauntering threw the hallways. Doors seemed far away and paintings looked vague. He blinked and finally opened his door. The room was his territory , it looked perfect. You could tell by just looking that a teenage boy is living here. Dirty clothes on the floor. Posters of half naked girls stuck on the wall and some weights. He dragged himself towards his mirror. Once looking in it he noticed some ugly bags under his eyes. Where did those came from?
He frowned and took of his tank top, throwing it between the clothes. His worried eyes looked in the mirror. Exploring his own flesh. He was good built. Like a god. He also had a beautiful sixpack where you could do the wash on. But it bothered him. Something was wrong, his Saiya-Jin instinct said so. He took a deep breath and held it. His collarbones where popping out and his chest seemed like a blown up balloon. He's just seeing things.
"You don't look good Trunks.."
He made way towards his bed and dropped himself upon it. The bed bounced slightly. He buried his head in a white pillow and closed his tired eyes.
Next Day
Trunks found himself standing near a quite lake. Surrounded by green. It was a place a couple of miles away from home. He and Gohan used to train here. It was their special spot. But now it was his. His training area.
He stood in a typical position, hands inside of his pockets. His gaze looked at the endless lake and the wind lifted some locks of hair up.
"Let's do this!"
Lightning quick fists were making combinations. Different directions. Followed by kicks and Ki-blasts. He moved in circles, his own tactic. Spinning around himself. Powerful energy draining moves filled his kata's. If you saw it you wouldn't be able to follow it. The moves were as quick as light. Things got heated up when he reached for his sword in his holster. The metal flickered when it was used. It was a beautiful sight. Sunrays reflected in the material. A sparkling sensation. But it wasn't enough, he needed to be stronger. To be stronger you have to begin with your strongest stage. Trunks stopped his moves and held his sword in his right hand. He grinned and clenched his teeth together. The other hand turned into a fist. The gravity moved its self and rocks started flying. The boys hair was waving wildly and eyes were turning green. The next best thing his hair turned into raven blond locks. He was in his Super-Saiya-Jin form which he achieved on age of thirteen. That terrible night when he lost half of his life. The event still motivates him, keeps him going. A reason for hope.
He continued his kata, involving lightning fast sword cuts and powerful kicks. This continued for about seven minutes, but suddenly.
A quick and sharp pain attacked his chest. He felt it immediately dropping his sword. He reached for his chest and placed a hand on his left side ,the place where his heart was beating. The pain came back like horrible stabs, hurting him over and over again. He dropped on his knees, breathing heavily. "What's going on with me.." The pain went on like a parasite wanting more and more. Eating him from side. He opened his mouth and pressed his eyes shut. His blond locks disapired which made his lavender hair hang in front of his face. "I feel like I'm dying side.." His intensive breathing made his voice raspy. "I.. I can't
breathe!!" he shouted as the burning pain reached his throat. "I'm changing inside.. I feel myself change." The hand on his chest sank deeper in his flesh making him tremble. "I can't breathe!!" he helplessly shouted again. The pain didn't stop, it kept pounding on his chest like a heavy hammer. Breaking his heart in pieces.
He felt himself wither like a flora sort. It was terrible, he felt overwhelmed and trapped. Darn parasite. "It causes so much pain " He fell on the floor pulling his knees close, balling his fists. "It hurts so badly, I want it to stop.." The veins on his forehead swelled up. He spoke again "My life .. "
"NOOOO!!!" he shouted from the top of his lungs.
Then everything turned black.
Luckly for Trunks the heart-attack stopped. He didn't know that it was one. He didn't feel anything. Just terrible pain.
After the parasital attack he lay in the grass unconcience, only for a couple of hours.
The moment he woke up he gathered his last strength and stared flying towards his safe home.
Almost collapsing against the door he got inside and bumped into an indignant Bulma. "Sorry.." he mumbled. Making his way up the stairs. "Trunks honey are you okay? You look a little pale" she said almost whispering. Trunks nodded and anwserd that he was just fine. "I had a really rough training, I'm going to lie down for a sec mom.." Bulma heard insecurity in her son's voice. "Are you sure Trunks?" He threw a look at her. Her facial expression was heart breaking. She was worried as hell. He couldn't tell her. No way! She'd be worried sick. He couldn't do that to her.
I wish I could tell you about my terrible hurt. But I won't and I know that it's the right thing to do. It would hurt you from inside. I know that your love for me is strong. I won't jeperdise your peace Mom. I care too much about you.
No I won't tell. It's the best thing to do. I was just maxed out. I wanted to do the impossible. If I take it easy I won't happed again.
I'm just fine mother.. just fine.
Trunks gave her a smile. "Yeah I'm sure.."
I really hope you liked this chapter. I placed my heart in it. Making it so deep as possible. I hope It gave you something to think about.
The story isn't finished. I'm still writing the final chapter. It will be here a.s.a.p ..
It's been a few weeks since Trunks' mistake. Oh well Bulma was right. They really didn't need the time machine anyway. Well it was handy to see if the Earth's Special Forces' battle with the Androids went okay. But that wasn't a case of life and death.
Bulma was still pissed, but didn't show it. Trunks noticed it though, she send him out for grocery and other stuff he didn't have to do before. He deserved it, he thought.
Now our hero was flying full speed with two grocery bags wrapped in his strong arms. They had a car, but Bulma's calculations predicted that Trunks was way faster. What was he a delivery guy? She had the right to be pissed. He screwed up her greatest achievement.
Trunks shook his head and thin locks of hair got out of his face. He looked down. Still wrecked houses, blown up buildings and mollesed cars. 18 and 17's job . No time to waist, Trunks had to train. He was planning on challenging them again. But not like this, be must become stronger and powerful. Only that and his strong will, will defeat the artificial human beings.
He lifted his head and looked at the long way in front of him. Man, it was kind of hot. He felt sweat drops running down his forehead. This wasn't usual , he was only carrying a couple of grocery bags. The next best thing he found himself breathing like crazy. He was having a hard time with inhaling. His speed slowed down. He closed his eyes and took some air in with his nose. He breathed out with his mouth. He repeated the exercise on his way home. Maybe he was catching a cold? It cirtantly felt like it.
Fifteen minutes later Trunks' head began to spin. Definatly a cold . Just when he wanted to pick up his training scedual. He dropped the bags on the floor and leaned with one arm against the door. His other arm was clamped against his forehead. No training today just rest.
After catching his breath he entered the house and placed the bags gently in the kitchen. "Here you go ma'am" he said sarcastically. Bulma didn't hear him, she was busy in her lab. Secretly trying to make another time machine.
Trunks lifted his tired feet up the stairs. Now he was sauntering threw the hallways. Doors seemed far away and paintings looked vague. He blinked and finally opened his door. The room was his territory , it looked perfect. You could tell by just looking that a teenage boy is living here. Dirty clothes on the floor. Posters of half naked girls stuck on the wall and some weights. He dragged himself towards his mirror. Once looking in it he noticed some ugly bags under his eyes. Where did those came from?
He frowned and took of his tank top, throwing it between the clothes. His worried eyes looked in the mirror. Exploring his own flesh. He was good built. Like a god. He also had a beautiful sixpack where you could do the wash on. But it bothered him. Something was wrong, his Saiya-Jin instinct said so. He took a deep breath and held it. His collarbones where popping out and his chest seemed like a blown up balloon. He's just seeing things.
"You don't look good Trunks.."
He made way towards his bed and dropped himself upon it. The bed bounced slightly. He buried his head in a white pillow and closed his tired eyes.
Next Day
Trunks found himself standing near a quite lake. Surrounded by green. It was a place a couple of miles away from home. He and Gohan used to train here. It was their special spot. But now it was his. His training area.
He stood in a typical position, hands inside of his pockets. His gaze looked at the endless lake and the wind lifted some locks of hair up.
"Let's do this!"
Lightning quick fists were making combinations. Different directions. Followed by kicks and Ki-blasts. He moved in circles, his own tactic. Spinning around himself. Powerful energy draining moves filled his kata's. If you saw it you wouldn't be able to follow it. The moves were as quick as light. Things got heated up when he reached for his sword in his holster. The metal flickered when it was used. It was a beautiful sight. Sunrays reflected in the material. A sparkling sensation. But it wasn't enough, he needed to be stronger. To be stronger you have to begin with your strongest stage. Trunks stopped his moves and held his sword in his right hand. He grinned and clenched his teeth together. The other hand turned into a fist. The gravity moved its self and rocks started flying. The boys hair was waving wildly and eyes were turning green. The next best thing his hair turned into raven blond locks. He was in his Super-Saiya-Jin form which he achieved on age of thirteen. That terrible night when he lost half of his life. The event still motivates him, keeps him going. A reason for hope.
He continued his kata, involving lightning fast sword cuts and powerful kicks. This continued for about seven minutes, but suddenly.
A quick and sharp pain attacked his chest. He felt it immediately dropping his sword. He reached for his chest and placed a hand on his left side ,the place where his heart was beating. The pain came back like horrible stabs, hurting him over and over again. He dropped on his knees, breathing heavily. "What's going on with me.." The pain went on like a parasite wanting more and more. Eating him from side. He opened his mouth and pressed his eyes shut. His blond locks disapired which made his lavender hair hang in front of his face. "I feel like I'm dying side.." His intensive breathing made his voice raspy. "I.. I can't
breathe!!" he shouted as the burning pain reached his throat. "I'm changing inside.. I feel myself change." The hand on his chest sank deeper in his flesh making him tremble. "I can't breathe!!" he helplessly shouted again. The pain didn't stop, it kept pounding on his chest like a heavy hammer. Breaking his heart in pieces.
He felt himself wither like a flora sort. It was terrible, he felt overwhelmed and trapped. Darn parasite. "It causes so much pain " He fell on the floor pulling his knees close, balling his fists. "It hurts so badly, I want it to stop.." The veins on his forehead swelled up. He spoke again "My life .. "
"NOOOO!!!" he shouted from the top of his lungs.
Then everything turned black.
Luckly for Trunks the heart-attack stopped. He didn't know that it was one. He didn't feel anything. Just terrible pain.
After the parasital attack he lay in the grass unconcience, only for a couple of hours.
The moment he woke up he gathered his last strength and stared flying towards his safe home.
Almost collapsing against the door he got inside and bumped into an indignant Bulma. "Sorry.." he mumbled. Making his way up the stairs. "Trunks honey are you okay? You look a little pale" she said almost whispering. Trunks nodded and anwserd that he was just fine. "I had a really rough training, I'm going to lie down for a sec mom.." Bulma heard insecurity in her son's voice. "Are you sure Trunks?" He threw a look at her. Her facial expression was heart breaking. She was worried as hell. He couldn't tell her. No way! She'd be worried sick. He couldn't do that to her.
I wish I could tell you about my terrible hurt. But I won't and I know that it's the right thing to do. It would hurt you from inside. I know that your love for me is strong. I won't jeperdise your peace Mom. I care too much about you.
No I won't tell. It's the best thing to do. I was just maxed out. I wanted to do the impossible. If I take it easy I won't happed again.
I'm just fine mother.. just fine.
Trunks gave her a smile. "Yeah I'm sure.."
I really hope you liked this chapter. I placed my heart in it. Making it so deep as possible. I hope It gave you something to think about.
The story isn't finished. I'm still writing the final chapter. It will be here a.s.a.p ..