Disclaimer: I don't own Dragonball Z or any related characters, cuz you bet if I did I would be cranking out episodes, not sitting here writing these fics, so maybe it's good I DON'T own it...
A/N: Why do these things take so long to write? School, blech... I wish I could be here writing for you my dear readers, but alas, it is not to be... Oh and my bad, Vegeta does become a Super Saiyan in Myrai Trunks world, noticed while rewatching "Ghosts from the Future." And I have become very depressed lately, because I'm not getting any reviews, so PLEASE review when you're done, I may just stop writing these if I never get responses anymore, the more reviews I get, the quicker I'll get this up! Anyway, thanx those of you who HAVE taken the time, I don't care if you just say, 'Great!' or 'Good!' or 'I HATE IT!' I just like to know that SOMEONE'S reading it! Well, here we go... ^_^;
Chapter 6: Wish Upon a Star
"Want to help me with this?" Trunks asked, gesturing to the box he was holding.
"Sure, might as well work for my meals." Gohan replied good-naturedly.
"Rice in a can? Where's Bulma, doesn't SHE usually make the grub around here?"
"She's held up in her lab again, honestly I feel like I'm in the house of Frankenstein or something, unless I wish to starve, I'm in charge of meals." He explained as he poured the rice into a pot.
"Set the table, will ya Gohan?"
"Sure, but if I break all your dishes, it's your fault for asking me to help." He grinned at the boy; they had an understanding knowing what it was like to try to control that power.
"No prob, that's why we have so many spares." Van said, unclumping the rice. After awhile that was done and he made some salads, heating up some chicken from earlier, he arranged it quite nicely and was very proud of his accomplishment.
"Sorry this is no gourmet cuisine Gohan, we don't entertain guests very often anymore."
"I know how that is, my poor mom won't even leave her house, your family and me are the only ones she'll let in now that Grandpa's dead too."
"I was sorry to hear about that." Trunks said, placing a comforting hand on his friend's shoulder. Ox King had died of a heart attack a few months ago and it had taken its toll on Miss ChiChi, who was now more protective of Gohan than ever, he was all she had left.
"Yeah, me too." Gohan's face was clouded with despair from loss.
Screams were heard and Gohan and Trunks immediately fell to the floor, covering their heads with their hands. Shattering glass was heard and sirens went off, regular routine, the androids were on a joy bombing session, trying to terrorize the populace.
"Darn them!" Trunks said with emphasis.
"Trunks, there's nothing we can do for them now, it's too late." Gohan replied with a sad expression as they got up from the ground.
"That's what I've heard my whole life!" Trunks exclaimed tears filling his blue eyes.
"It's too late, you can't change the past! WELL I'M SICK OF IT! I'M SICK OF HAVING NO CONTROL OVER MY OWN DESTINY! I'M SICK OF LIVING IN FEAR! I'M SICK OF LIVING PERIOD!" He banged his fists on the table, sending the dinners flying. Luckily, Gohan caught them, but he still looked concerned.
"Trunks, I know you say I say this too much, but it's true, you can't change the past, you just have to make sure that history won't repeat itself. We were stupid, we had no defenses, the androids took advantage of that and attacked us, bombing our army base we had nothing left except the Z fighters to protect the people. They gave their lives for us."
"There was no reason, there was no reason at all." Trunks stubbornly replied, kicking the table so what remained of it collapsed.
"There wasn't a reason Trunks, it just happened, we have to accept the past, stay in the present, and look toward the future..." Gohan said, staring into space.
"Easy for you to say, at least you knew SOME time during your life when your own town wasn't constantly under siege. I've never known a time without worries, never. I'll never experience a care-free day where I can stroll down the streets, happy as can be, like they do in those books, they didn't know how lucky they had it. It's funny how the simplest things in life can make you so happy..."
Bulma emerged from the basement.
"Hey Trunks, oh Gohan, hi, it's great to see you again! How's ChiChi?"
"Hello Bulma, Mom's as good as can be expected I guess." Gohan truthfully replied, the truth hurt.
"I'm glad you came to visit Gohan, all Trunks seems to do is train with you or mope around here! And how's that arm of yours doing?" She asked with some concern, knowing Gohan still hadn't gotten over the loss of his arm in a fight with the androids.
"It takes getting used to, but it's a sacrifice I'm willing to make, I'll sacrifice it all for this planet's safety." Gohan replied in a rare serious tone.
"Just don't go TOO far Gohan, I don't know what we'd do if we lost you too." Bulma said.
"Oh wow, did you boys make dinner?"
"Yeah." Trunks blushed.
"Well good for you. You'll make fine husbands someday." Both boys blushed and Bulma rustled Trunks purple hair.
"Let's dig in!" She said, grabbing her chopsticks and joining the boys of the floor since the table was no more.
"Honestly, how can you Saiyans eat so much?" Bulma asked in awe as Trunks and Gohan ate like they hadn't eaten in months.
"Dunno." Trunks said between bites.
"Maybe it's a family thing in my case." Gohan replied, emptying his bowl.
"Yep, I'd agree with you there Gohan, like father, like son."
'Like father, like son...' The words echoed through Trunks head that night after Gohan had long since gone home. He lay on the roof staring up at the heavens. Night was the only time he found peace and serenity.
'If people didn't know it, would they look at me and say, 'That's Vegeta's son alright, I can tell, it's as plain as day.'? Someday, someday father, I will prove to you, that I am your son...'
A star shot across the sky, falling towards the ground.
"Someone's going to die." Trunks muttered the old saying.
"Just what we don't want or need."
"Trunks!" Bulma emerged from the stairs leading to Trunks retreat with a blanket draped over one arm, a pillow in the other.
"Hey mom." Trunks unenthusiastically replied.
"Why so down?" Bulma asked.
"Remember when you were little how I'd hold you upside down and stick out my tongue whenever you were crying, you had such a cute smile. I wish you got to use it more."
"What's there to smile about?" Trunks asked, still looking off into the horizon.
"You're not dead, and neither am I. That's something to be thankful for." Bulma said as she walked over to him, sitting beside him, her feet dangling over the edge.
"What's the point of living if everyone that matters to you is dead?" Trunks asked.
"Besides you and Gohan." He hastily added when he saw Bulma's depressed look.
"Trunks, I want you to do something you haven't done since you were really little..."
"Why?" Trunks asked in puzzlement.
"Just because, that's why." She replied.
"Make a wish, upon that star." She said, pointing out a glittering orb.
"They say if you make a wish upon the very first star you see, it will come true."
"Alright." Trunks said as he closed his eyes and made his silent wish.
'Let the horror end, make my father proud of me.'
When he opened his eyes, his mother was gone and the pillow and blanket were resting beside him. They looked inviting and Trunks fell asleep under the stars...
To be Continued...
A/N: I know, no action in this chapter, I just wanted to put some sap in, I felt like it, there will be some action in the next few chapters, so work with me here, and PLEASE REVIEW! IT MEANS THE WORLD TO ME! Thanks! Arigatou! Ja ne! ^_^
~Trunks Gal~
A/N: Why do these things take so long to write? School, blech... I wish I could be here writing for you my dear readers, but alas, it is not to be... Oh and my bad, Vegeta does become a Super Saiyan in Myrai Trunks world, noticed while rewatching "Ghosts from the Future." And I have become very depressed lately, because I'm not getting any reviews, so PLEASE review when you're done, I may just stop writing these if I never get responses anymore, the more reviews I get, the quicker I'll get this up! Anyway, thanx those of you who HAVE taken the time, I don't care if you just say, 'Great!' or 'Good!' or 'I HATE IT!' I just like to know that SOMEONE'S reading it! Well, here we go... ^_^;
Chapter 6: Wish Upon a Star
"Want to help me with this?" Trunks asked, gesturing to the box he was holding.
"Sure, might as well work for my meals." Gohan replied good-naturedly.
"Rice in a can? Where's Bulma, doesn't SHE usually make the grub around here?"
"She's held up in her lab again, honestly I feel like I'm in the house of Frankenstein or something, unless I wish to starve, I'm in charge of meals." He explained as he poured the rice into a pot.
"Set the table, will ya Gohan?"
"Sure, but if I break all your dishes, it's your fault for asking me to help." He grinned at the boy; they had an understanding knowing what it was like to try to control that power.
"No prob, that's why we have so many spares." Van said, unclumping the rice. After awhile that was done and he made some salads, heating up some chicken from earlier, he arranged it quite nicely and was very proud of his accomplishment.
"Sorry this is no gourmet cuisine Gohan, we don't entertain guests very often anymore."
"I know how that is, my poor mom won't even leave her house, your family and me are the only ones she'll let in now that Grandpa's dead too."
"I was sorry to hear about that." Trunks said, placing a comforting hand on his friend's shoulder. Ox King had died of a heart attack a few months ago and it had taken its toll on Miss ChiChi, who was now more protective of Gohan than ever, he was all she had left.
"Yeah, me too." Gohan's face was clouded with despair from loss.
Screams were heard and Gohan and Trunks immediately fell to the floor, covering their heads with their hands. Shattering glass was heard and sirens went off, regular routine, the androids were on a joy bombing session, trying to terrorize the populace.
"Darn them!" Trunks said with emphasis.
"Trunks, there's nothing we can do for them now, it's too late." Gohan replied with a sad expression as they got up from the ground.
"That's what I've heard my whole life!" Trunks exclaimed tears filling his blue eyes.
"It's too late, you can't change the past! WELL I'M SICK OF IT! I'M SICK OF HAVING NO CONTROL OVER MY OWN DESTINY! I'M SICK OF LIVING IN FEAR! I'M SICK OF LIVING PERIOD!" He banged his fists on the table, sending the dinners flying. Luckily, Gohan caught them, but he still looked concerned.
"Trunks, I know you say I say this too much, but it's true, you can't change the past, you just have to make sure that history won't repeat itself. We were stupid, we had no defenses, the androids took advantage of that and attacked us, bombing our army base we had nothing left except the Z fighters to protect the people. They gave their lives for us."
"There was no reason, there was no reason at all." Trunks stubbornly replied, kicking the table so what remained of it collapsed.
"There wasn't a reason Trunks, it just happened, we have to accept the past, stay in the present, and look toward the future..." Gohan said, staring into space.
"Easy for you to say, at least you knew SOME time during your life when your own town wasn't constantly under siege. I've never known a time without worries, never. I'll never experience a care-free day where I can stroll down the streets, happy as can be, like they do in those books, they didn't know how lucky they had it. It's funny how the simplest things in life can make you so happy..."
Bulma emerged from the basement.
"Hey Trunks, oh Gohan, hi, it's great to see you again! How's ChiChi?"
"Hello Bulma, Mom's as good as can be expected I guess." Gohan truthfully replied, the truth hurt.
"I'm glad you came to visit Gohan, all Trunks seems to do is train with you or mope around here! And how's that arm of yours doing?" She asked with some concern, knowing Gohan still hadn't gotten over the loss of his arm in a fight with the androids.
"It takes getting used to, but it's a sacrifice I'm willing to make, I'll sacrifice it all for this planet's safety." Gohan replied in a rare serious tone.
"Just don't go TOO far Gohan, I don't know what we'd do if we lost you too." Bulma said.
"Oh wow, did you boys make dinner?"
"Yeah." Trunks blushed.
"Well good for you. You'll make fine husbands someday." Both boys blushed and Bulma rustled Trunks purple hair.
"Let's dig in!" She said, grabbing her chopsticks and joining the boys of the floor since the table was no more.
"Honestly, how can you Saiyans eat so much?" Bulma asked in awe as Trunks and Gohan ate like they hadn't eaten in months.
"Dunno." Trunks said between bites.
"Maybe it's a family thing in my case." Gohan replied, emptying his bowl.
"Yep, I'd agree with you there Gohan, like father, like son."
'Like father, like son...' The words echoed through Trunks head that night after Gohan had long since gone home. He lay on the roof staring up at the heavens. Night was the only time he found peace and serenity.
'If people didn't know it, would they look at me and say, 'That's Vegeta's son alright, I can tell, it's as plain as day.'? Someday, someday father, I will prove to you, that I am your son...'
A star shot across the sky, falling towards the ground.
"Someone's going to die." Trunks muttered the old saying.
"Just what we don't want or need."
"Trunks!" Bulma emerged from the stairs leading to Trunks retreat with a blanket draped over one arm, a pillow in the other.
"Hey mom." Trunks unenthusiastically replied.
"Why so down?" Bulma asked.
"Remember when you were little how I'd hold you upside down and stick out my tongue whenever you were crying, you had such a cute smile. I wish you got to use it more."
"What's there to smile about?" Trunks asked, still looking off into the horizon.
"You're not dead, and neither am I. That's something to be thankful for." Bulma said as she walked over to him, sitting beside him, her feet dangling over the edge.
"What's the point of living if everyone that matters to you is dead?" Trunks asked.
"Besides you and Gohan." He hastily added when he saw Bulma's depressed look.
"Trunks, I want you to do something you haven't done since you were really little..."
"Why?" Trunks asked in puzzlement.
"Just because, that's why." She replied.
"Make a wish, upon that star." She said, pointing out a glittering orb.
"They say if you make a wish upon the very first star you see, it will come true."
"Alright." Trunks said as he closed his eyes and made his silent wish.
'Let the horror end, make my father proud of me.'
When he opened his eyes, his mother was gone and the pillow and blanket were resting beside him. They looked inviting and Trunks fell asleep under the stars...
To be Continued...
A/N: I know, no action in this chapter, I just wanted to put some sap in, I felt like it, there will be some action in the next few chapters, so work with me here, and PLEASE REVIEW! IT MEANS THE WORLD TO ME! Thanks! Arigatou! Ja ne! ^_^
~Trunks Gal~