Chapter 3: Save him!
Early morning, 8 am. Trunks was sitting behind the kitchen table , he held his head up with his arms. His head looked down and his hair hung in front of his eyes. He couldn't sleep last night , the awful pain was terrible.
Why did it repeat it's self? Wasn't something like that only a one time experience? So it wasn't a cold. A cold wouldn't make him suffer so much. Leaving him breathless.
Another stab pounded against his heart. He closed his eyes and bit his lip. There it was again.
Stop it. You're eating me up from inside. I can't handle it. It hurts so badly.
Cold sweat ran over his thick neck and continued it's path towards his spine. Trunks swallowed hard and opened his tired eyes.
The pain eased up. Luckily for him.
"Trunks what's happening to you??" he whispered softly.
"You're up early.." a half awake Bulma was standing in the doorway. She yawned and rubbed her left eye. "This isn't part of your training is it?"
Trunks looked up and faked his goodmorning smile. "Hey mom .. no it's not.." he laughed. The laughing hurt, so he stopped doing it.
Bulma didn't notice her sons weaken voice, she just walked towards the fridge. Still not awake in reality. "That's nice dear.."
Trunks smiled. Typical mom, missing a lot of things when she's still out. She says the silliest things.
Bulma opened the fridge and took some juice. She carefully poured it in a translucent glass with a happy face on it. Putting the juice down and picking the glass up she took a sip. It tasted good. Her eyes widened. She saw Trunks looking exhausted. "Do you want some juice to? It contains good fighting spirit." She laughed softly.
Trunks didn't response. It would probably hurt, some liquid down his throat. He passed.
Bulma on the other hand seemed more joyful. "Now what's on the radio today"
Trunks held his head straight. He was afraid that the frequency of the radio would make him feel bad. He didn't tell Bulma, so nothing kept her from switching the thing on.
"We Interrupt this early morning program for the latest Android activities. The two heartless machines are terrorizing Preck Town, the center of the large city is already destroyed. The helpless victims try to escape the terror but the Androids are faster. We need help out there. I Repeat, Preck Town is under attack!!" the man on the radio sounded dead serious.
Trunks slammed his fists against the table. "They're at it again!! Those animals!!" he got up and pulled his jacket of the back of another kitchen table. He was still dressed from last night. Darn sleepless night.
"Oh no Trunks please don't do this again!" a freaked out Bulma shouted.
Trunks on the other hand didn't care about it. He didn't care about his pain, his worried mother. Just the dying people. "I can't let them die, Mom.. I'll be okay"
Bulma sniffed. "Don't do it Trunks.. you're weak. You look weak. Please no."
The young warrior didn't answer. He just turned Super-Saiya-Jin and headed for the door leaving Bulma behind. She jaw dropped.
"My son is turning into Vegeta .. please come back alive kid"
The demi Saiya-Jin flew full speed towards the dying city. Fists out front. Golden hair glowing. The metal tied to his back sparkling. He was ready. So he thought.
Half way there he stopped. The pain returned. What timing. Man! Trunks swiftly placed his right hand on his chest breathing heavily. "Darn you!"
The pain was new, it wasn't anything he felt before. It was three times worse. It felt like his beating heart was going to be ripped to shreds. He hesitated. "I Can't.. I must return"
Dying from the terrible hurt he flew. The pain kept going. Small tears appeared out of the boy's eye corners. His intense breathing sounded like an asthmatic attack. The breaths that were roughly pushed out of him sounded heart breaking. It sounded scary. Very scary.
When reaching the front door he lost his balance and fell on his chest. "I can't breathe.." He coughed loudly , balled his fists and nocked at the door. The veins on his head swelled up. Sweat drops seemed like rivers, falling of his cheek.
Another stab. He cried out. "MOM!!"
A few seconds after his yell a panicked Bulma opened the door. "Oh my God Trunks! What's happening." She quickly bent her knees and turned him on his back. Placing his head on her knees. "Trunks please say something " she started crying. No answer. Then she noticed her son's hand clamped against his chest. "Mom I'm dying.." Bulma placed her shaking hand against her mouth. "No.. no you're not.."
Her son's breathing startled her. His face looked pale and his whole neck was sweaty. "Trunks stay with me.." tears were set free. The woman began crying in misery as her son was losing his life. "It's hurts.." Trunks spoke again. He threw his head to the side , eyes clenched together. "Someone help me!! My son is dying!!" no one heard her. No one could save Trunks.
"Mom .. don't let me go.." the half awake victim said. Bulma cupped Trunks' cheeks with her hands, they felt cold. Like ice.
Trunks inhaled deep. Another stab stung him. Tears streamed from the corners of his eyes. He saw darkness. He couldn't breathe. He couldn't do anything but accept his fate. "HELP MY SON!" Bulma screamed as he didn't move a muscle. She shook him slightly. "Stay with me.."
It was too late. The boy's heart couldn't take it anymore. So it stopped. Stopped beating. Stopped pumping blood threw his body. Stopped making him live. He explored the poor woman's eyes and closed his. The blues closed forever. He wasn't moving. His exhausted body lay still. It was quiet. You could only hear Bulma's soft crying.
A slight breezed passed the boy's hair. Making it dance.
The final expression on his face seemed full of misery and pain. Like he was hurting his whole life. He had a beautiful life. The Androids took half of it. And so did the terrible heart virus. It equaled zero. There was nothing left.
Why didn't he tell his mother? Proud? No. Laziness? No.
He didn't want her to worry. He threw his life away for her sake. A hero's work. But he didn't deserve to his end life. No one does. But some things are unpredictable. They just happen. If you like it or not.
Find your peace Trunks.
So that you can breathe again..
End
It's a wrap! The story's finished. I hope you liked it. Once again I have put a lot of effort in the fic. I really hope it'll please your needs.
We'll meet again.
Please tell me what you think of it.
I want to be a good writer. I really do.
P.S Don't flame the spelling :-/
I got it already! Next time I'll be more careful.
Thank you.
Early morning, 8 am. Trunks was sitting behind the kitchen table , he held his head up with his arms. His head looked down and his hair hung in front of his eyes. He couldn't sleep last night , the awful pain was terrible.
Why did it repeat it's self? Wasn't something like that only a one time experience? So it wasn't a cold. A cold wouldn't make him suffer so much. Leaving him breathless.
Another stab pounded against his heart. He closed his eyes and bit his lip. There it was again.
Stop it. You're eating me up from inside. I can't handle it. It hurts so badly.
Cold sweat ran over his thick neck and continued it's path towards his spine. Trunks swallowed hard and opened his tired eyes.
The pain eased up. Luckily for him.
"Trunks what's happening to you??" he whispered softly.
"You're up early.." a half awake Bulma was standing in the doorway. She yawned and rubbed her left eye. "This isn't part of your training is it?"
Trunks looked up and faked his goodmorning smile. "Hey mom .. no it's not.." he laughed. The laughing hurt, so he stopped doing it.
Bulma didn't notice her sons weaken voice, she just walked towards the fridge. Still not awake in reality. "That's nice dear.."
Trunks smiled. Typical mom, missing a lot of things when she's still out. She says the silliest things.
Bulma opened the fridge and took some juice. She carefully poured it in a translucent glass with a happy face on it. Putting the juice down and picking the glass up she took a sip. It tasted good. Her eyes widened. She saw Trunks looking exhausted. "Do you want some juice to? It contains good fighting spirit." She laughed softly.
Trunks didn't response. It would probably hurt, some liquid down his throat. He passed.
Bulma on the other hand seemed more joyful. "Now what's on the radio today"
Trunks held his head straight. He was afraid that the frequency of the radio would make him feel bad. He didn't tell Bulma, so nothing kept her from switching the thing on.
"We Interrupt this early morning program for the latest Android activities. The two heartless machines are terrorizing Preck Town, the center of the large city is already destroyed. The helpless victims try to escape the terror but the Androids are faster. We need help out there. I Repeat, Preck Town is under attack!!" the man on the radio sounded dead serious.
Trunks slammed his fists against the table. "They're at it again!! Those animals!!" he got up and pulled his jacket of the back of another kitchen table. He was still dressed from last night. Darn sleepless night.
"Oh no Trunks please don't do this again!" a freaked out Bulma shouted.
Trunks on the other hand didn't care about it. He didn't care about his pain, his worried mother. Just the dying people. "I can't let them die, Mom.. I'll be okay"
Bulma sniffed. "Don't do it Trunks.. you're weak. You look weak. Please no."
The young warrior didn't answer. He just turned Super-Saiya-Jin and headed for the door leaving Bulma behind. She jaw dropped.
"My son is turning into Vegeta .. please come back alive kid"
The demi Saiya-Jin flew full speed towards the dying city. Fists out front. Golden hair glowing. The metal tied to his back sparkling. He was ready. So he thought.
Half way there he stopped. The pain returned. What timing. Man! Trunks swiftly placed his right hand on his chest breathing heavily. "Darn you!"
The pain was new, it wasn't anything he felt before. It was three times worse. It felt like his beating heart was going to be ripped to shreds. He hesitated. "I Can't.. I must return"
Dying from the terrible hurt he flew. The pain kept going. Small tears appeared out of the boy's eye corners. His intense breathing sounded like an asthmatic attack. The breaths that were roughly pushed out of him sounded heart breaking. It sounded scary. Very scary.
When reaching the front door he lost his balance and fell on his chest. "I can't breathe.." He coughed loudly , balled his fists and nocked at the door. The veins on his head swelled up. Sweat drops seemed like rivers, falling of his cheek.
Another stab. He cried out. "MOM!!"
A few seconds after his yell a panicked Bulma opened the door. "Oh my God Trunks! What's happening." She quickly bent her knees and turned him on his back. Placing his head on her knees. "Trunks please say something " she started crying. No answer. Then she noticed her son's hand clamped against his chest. "Mom I'm dying.." Bulma placed her shaking hand against her mouth. "No.. no you're not.."
Her son's breathing startled her. His face looked pale and his whole neck was sweaty. "Trunks stay with me.." tears were set free. The woman began crying in misery as her son was losing his life. "It's hurts.." Trunks spoke again. He threw his head to the side , eyes clenched together. "Someone help me!! My son is dying!!" no one heard her. No one could save Trunks.
"Mom .. don't let me go.." the half awake victim said. Bulma cupped Trunks' cheeks with her hands, they felt cold. Like ice.
Trunks inhaled deep. Another stab stung him. Tears streamed from the corners of his eyes. He saw darkness. He couldn't breathe. He couldn't do anything but accept his fate. "HELP MY SON!" Bulma screamed as he didn't move a muscle. She shook him slightly. "Stay with me.."
It was too late. The boy's heart couldn't take it anymore. So it stopped. Stopped beating. Stopped pumping blood threw his body. Stopped making him live. He explored the poor woman's eyes and closed his. The blues closed forever. He wasn't moving. His exhausted body lay still. It was quiet. You could only hear Bulma's soft crying.
A slight breezed passed the boy's hair. Making it dance.
The final expression on his face seemed full of misery and pain. Like he was hurting his whole life. He had a beautiful life. The Androids took half of it. And so did the terrible heart virus. It equaled zero. There was nothing left.
Why didn't he tell his mother? Proud? No. Laziness? No.
He didn't want her to worry. He threw his life away for her sake. A hero's work. But he didn't deserve to his end life. No one does. But some things are unpredictable. They just happen. If you like it or not.
Find your peace Trunks.
So that you can breathe again..
End
It's a wrap! The story's finished. I hope you liked it. Once again I have put a lot of effort in the fic. I really hope it'll please your needs.
We'll meet again.
Please tell me what you think of it.
I want to be a good writer. I really do.
P.S Don't flame the spelling :-/
I got it already! Next time I'll be more careful.
Thank you.