Disclaimer: If I owned Trunks or Dragonball Z, you can bet that I wouldn't be HERE right now... SO maybe it's a good thing I don't own it...
A/N: It's been a while... Sorry, y'know how it goes, this should be finished up pretty soon so be patient with me. I'm happy thanks to the reviews I got, my goal is to get 20 by the end, hope it turns out that way! If there are long intermissions then remember I have 3 other fics I'm also working on, I haven't forgotten this fic, just haven't gotten around to it. Well, keep those wonderful reviews coming and thank you to the five of you who added this to your favs list! On with the next chapter... ^_^
Chapter 6: Golden Glow
Trunks awoke the next morning and rubbed his head.
"I feel like a got run over by a bus..." He muttered, rubbing the sleep from his blue eyes.
"You don't look that great either..." Bulma commented as she emerged to join Trunks on the rooftop.
"Thanks." Trunks sarcastically replied as Bulma joined him once again.
"I used to come up here all the time after Vegeta died. It's a good place to think, isn't it?" His mother said softly, cerulean eyes glistening with held back tears.
"Yeah, it's so peaceful and quiet, and you get a great view of the stars... And the sunrise..." Trunks murmured in reply, gazing out as the orange orb began to lift over the horizon.
"One time I took Vegeta up here, he didn't say anything, he just stared at the moon. I really don't know why. Maybe it has something to do with being able to transform into an Oozaru before. He never told me anything, he was either off training or off fighting some 'terrible threat' or telling me to fix some equipment for him." She wasn't even paying attention to Trunks now, just staring off into space.
"I'm sorry mom. I know you really cared about him and it hurt when you lost him so quickly." Trunks hugged his mom gently, letting her cry on his shoulder.
'Why'd you have to cause her so much pain?' Trunks angrily scolded his father.
"Quit your blubbering woman!" A familiar voice rang out.
Bulma ceased crying for a moment and mumbled in disbelief, "Vegeta?"
And there he stood. Vegeta in all his saiyan glory, hair a golden glow since he was a supersaiyan at the moment. He wasn't oozing with crimson blood with that look of pure agonizing defeat just before the androids had murdered him.
"It's an illusion." Trunks said under his breath.
"Look away mother, it's just the sun playing a trick on our eyes." He tried to direct his mother's gaze away from the god-like figure illuminated by the rays of the sun.
"Vegeta?" She asked again, as the man smirked, taking a step forward.
"Hai." He muttered in recognition of his name.
"I've come for you." He said, crossing his arms across his chest and closing his eyes, the smirk remaining.
"What do you mean?" Trunks muttered in disbelief, frightened beyond all comprehension. Sure, he'd seen those visions of his father before, but never had they been so real, so in the flesh.
"Otousan?"
Disclaimer: If I owned Trunks or Dragonball Z, you can bet that I wouldn't be HERE right now... SO maybe it's a good thing I don't own it...
A/N: It's been a while... Sorry, y'know how it goes, this should be finished up pretty soon so be patient with me. I'm happy thanks to the reviews I got, my goal is to get 20 by the end, hope it turns out that way! If there are long intermissions then remember I have 3 other fics I'm also working on, I haven't forgotten this fic, just haven't gotten around to it. Well, keep those wonderful reviews coming and thank you to the five of you who added this to your favs list! On with the next chapter... ^_^
Chapter 6:
Trunks awoke the next morning and rubbed his head.
"I feel like a got run over by a bus..." He muttered, rubbing the sleep from his blue eyes.
"You don't look that great either..." Bulma commented as she emerged to join Trunks on the rooftop.
"Thanks." Trunks sarcastically replied as Bulma joined him once again.
"I used to come up here all the time after Vegeta died. It's a good place to think, isn't it?" His mother said softly, cerulean eyes glistening with held back tears.
"Yeah, it's so peaceful and quiet, and you get a great view of the stars... And the sunrise..." Trunks murmured in reply, gazing out as the orange orb began to lift over the horizon.
"One time I took Vegeta up here, he didn't say anything, he just stared at the moon. I really don't know why. Maybe it has something to do with being able to transform into an Oozaru before. He never told me anything, he was either off training or off fighting some 'terrible threat' or telling me to fix some equipment for him." She wasn't even paying attention to Trunks now, just staring off into space.
"I'm sorry mom. I know you really cared about him and it hurt when you lost him so quickly." Trunks hugged his mom gently, letting her cry on his shoulder.
'Why'd you have to cause her so much pain?' Trunks angrily scolded his father.
"Quit your blubbering woman!" A familiar voice rang out.
Bulma ceased crying for a moment and mumbled in disbelief, "Vegeta?"
And there he stood. Vegeta in all his saiyan glory, hair a golden glow since he was a supersaiyan at the moment. He wasn't oozing with crimson blood with that look of pure agonizing defeat just before the androids had murdered him.
"It's an illusion." Trunks said under his breath.
"Look away mother, it's just the sun playing a trick on our eyes." He tried to direct his mother's gaze away from the god-like figure illuminated by the rays of the sun.
"Vegeta?" She asked again, as the man smirked, taking a step forward.
"Hai." He muttered in recognition of his name.
"I've come for you." He said, crossing his arms across his chest and closing his eyes, the smirk remaining.
"What do you mean?" Trunks muttered in disbelief, frightened beyond all comprehension. Sure, he'd seen those visions of his father before, but never had they been so real, so in the flesh.
"Otousan?"
"I knew it, all those times I just couldn't take it anymore, you were there, telling me that it wouldn't be long... Until... You came for me..." She mumbled, confirming what was happening for herself.
"I knew you wouldn't lie, I just knew it!" She exclaimed in schoolgirl excitement, cerulean eyes sparkling like they used to.
"A true saiyan always keeps his word." Vegeta muttered, not looking at her, but rather at his feet.
"I still don't get it. What are you guys talking about?" Trunks asked, although he knew the answer, he refused to accept it.
"You're more stupid than I thought boy. I've come to take the blasted woman with me!" Vegeta grunted angrily, scowling at his son.
"You can't just take her, she has a home here, she has friends here..." He wanted to say, 'She has ME here...' But he thought that would have sounded like he was full of himself.
"Foolish boy, can't you see the darn woman is wasting away before your eyes. She's TRIED to kill herself several times, but she's been too weak to go through with it. You're the thing holding her back from happiness." He said accusingly at the dazed purple-haired boy.
"What about YOU?!" Trunks said in anger.
"Just going off and dying like that and leaving her all alone to support your son by herself! How could you be so selfish?!" He felt like screaming at the man that was 'supposed' to be his father, but Trunks saw little resemblance between the two.
"Please, don't fight like this, I don't want our last few moments together to be spoiled." Bulma interrupted with pleading eyes.
"For your sake woman." Vegeta muttered under his breath, grunting.
"But make it quick." And he walked off to the other side of the roof.
"Mother, I think we're both on the brink of insanity. We're sitting here, seeing my dead father who died over a decade ago, and acting like it's perfectly normal to be just sitting around, chatting with him. We need a doctor." He grabbed Bulma's arm and once again tried to lead her away.
She gently pushed him away and he looked up at her, very confused.
"Trunks dear, I love you so much." His mother whispered, kissing him on the forehead.
"But I just don't belong here anymore. I belong up there. Among the stars." She said, waving her arm past the blue heavens above.
"N-No..." Trunks stuttered, fighting back the tears threatening to overflow.
"You can't leave me here..." He whispered.
"Please don't leave me!" He didn't care about the tears anymore as they spilled down his cheeks as he held his mom tightly.
"No Trunks. You have your whole life ahead of you; great things are in store for you my son. You should know that by now. I belong with my friends, and Vegeta..." She said, glancing at the saiyan watching the sunrise.
"I know that you'll make us proud. You're my son, and I'll always love you." She whispered, as she began to cry as well.
"Take care of yourself, son."
"Are you ready NOW?" Vegeta asked, as he rejoined the mother and son.
"Yes, I'm ready." She replied.
"Mother, please, take me with you!" Trunks pleaded for a final time.
"I'm not brave like Father and Goku and Gohan... I'll never be able to be what you want me to be. My existence here is meaningless!"
"Trunks, big things lie ahead of you, I know you have to courage to make our dreams for that beautiful future come true. It's all up to you now." She grabbed Vegeta around the neck as he picked her up, supporting her under the knees and cradling her back.
"I love you Trunks!" She called out to him as Vegeta began to rise.
"NOOOOOOOO!" Trunks screamed. He then caught something Bulma threw at him. On closer inspection, he realized it was a capsule.
"Goodbye, my son." Bulma whispered, as she hugged Vegeta tighter, knowing she'd made the right choice.
Vegeta grunted at the boy for his goodbye, he never was emotional about these things as they disappeared into the clouds, leaving a distraught Trunks behind.
"Goodbye mom... dad..." Finally, the truth of the matter hit him.
"I'm alone, all alone." He said under his breath as he hugged his knees, sobbing into his blue jacket.
A/N: POOR TRUNKIE-CHAN! I cause him too much pain, I know this is following a different plotline than Mirai Trunks's world, but that's why it's a fanfic. I'll probably have 2-3 chapters more. And tomorrow I don't have any school so YAY FOR ME! ^_^; Anyway, keep those reviews coming, and stay tuned. Arigatou, Ja ne! ^_^
~Trunks Gal~
A/N: It's been a while... Sorry, y'know how it goes, this should be finished up pretty soon so be patient with me. I'm happy thanks to the reviews I got, my goal is to get 20 by the end, hope it turns out that way! If there are long intermissions then remember I have 3 other fics I'm also working on, I haven't forgotten this fic, just haven't gotten around to it. Well, keep those wonderful reviews coming and thank you to the five of you who added this to your favs list! On with the next chapter... ^_^
Chapter 6: Golden Glow
Trunks awoke the next morning and rubbed his head.
"I feel like a got run over by a bus..." He muttered, rubbing the sleep from his blue eyes.
"You don't look that great either..." Bulma commented as she emerged to join Trunks on the rooftop.
"Thanks." Trunks sarcastically replied as Bulma joined him once again.
"I used to come up here all the time after Vegeta died. It's a good place to think, isn't it?" His mother said softly, cerulean eyes glistening with held back tears.
"Yeah, it's so peaceful and quiet, and you get a great view of the stars... And the sunrise..." Trunks murmured in reply, gazing out as the orange orb began to lift over the horizon.
"One time I took Vegeta up here, he didn't say anything, he just stared at the moon. I really don't know why. Maybe it has something to do with being able to transform into an Oozaru before. He never told me anything, he was either off training or off fighting some 'terrible threat' or telling me to fix some equipment for him." She wasn't even paying attention to Trunks now, just staring off into space.
"I'm sorry mom. I know you really cared about him and it hurt when you lost him so quickly." Trunks hugged his mom gently, letting her cry on his shoulder.
'Why'd you have to cause her so much pain?' Trunks angrily scolded his father.
"Quit your blubbering woman!" A familiar voice rang out.
Bulma ceased crying for a moment and mumbled in disbelief, "Vegeta?"
And there he stood. Vegeta in all his saiyan glory, hair a golden glow since he was a supersaiyan at the moment. He wasn't oozing with crimson blood with that look of pure agonizing defeat just before the androids had murdered him.
"It's an illusion." Trunks said under his breath.
"Look away mother, it's just the sun playing a trick on our eyes." He tried to direct his mother's gaze away from the god-like figure illuminated by the rays of the sun.
"Vegeta?" She asked again, as the man smirked, taking a step forward.
"Hai." He muttered in recognition of his name.
"I've come for you." He said, crossing his arms across his chest and closing his eyes, the smirk remaining.
"What do you mean?" Trunks muttered in disbelief, frightened beyond all comprehension. Sure, he'd seen those visions of his father before, but never had they been so real, so in the flesh.
"Otousan?"
Disclaimer: If I owned Trunks or Dragonball Z, you can bet that I wouldn't be HERE right now... SO maybe it's a good thing I don't own it...
A/N: It's been a while... Sorry, y'know how it goes, this should be finished up pretty soon so be patient with me. I'm happy thanks to the reviews I got, my goal is to get 20 by the end, hope it turns out that way! If there are long intermissions then remember I have 3 other fics I'm also working on, I haven't forgotten this fic, just haven't gotten around to it. Well, keep those wonderful reviews coming and thank you to the five of you who added this to your favs list! On with the next chapter... ^_^
Chapter 6:
Trunks awoke the next morning and rubbed his head.
"I feel like a got run over by a bus..." He muttered, rubbing the sleep from his blue eyes.
"You don't look that great either..." Bulma commented as she emerged to join Trunks on the rooftop.
"Thanks." Trunks sarcastically replied as Bulma joined him once again.
"I used to come up here all the time after Vegeta died. It's a good place to think, isn't it?" His mother said softly, cerulean eyes glistening with held back tears.
"Yeah, it's so peaceful and quiet, and you get a great view of the stars... And the sunrise..." Trunks murmured in reply, gazing out as the orange orb began to lift over the horizon.
"One time I took Vegeta up here, he didn't say anything, he just stared at the moon. I really don't know why. Maybe it has something to do with being able to transform into an Oozaru before. He never told me anything, he was either off training or off fighting some 'terrible threat' or telling me to fix some equipment for him." She wasn't even paying attention to Trunks now, just staring off into space.
"I'm sorry mom. I know you really cared about him and it hurt when you lost him so quickly." Trunks hugged his mom gently, letting her cry on his shoulder.
'Why'd you have to cause her so much pain?' Trunks angrily scolded his father.
"Quit your blubbering woman!" A familiar voice rang out.
Bulma ceased crying for a moment and mumbled in disbelief, "Vegeta?"
And there he stood. Vegeta in all his saiyan glory, hair a golden glow since he was a supersaiyan at the moment. He wasn't oozing with crimson blood with that look of pure agonizing defeat just before the androids had murdered him.
"It's an illusion." Trunks said under his breath.
"Look away mother, it's just the sun playing a trick on our eyes." He tried to direct his mother's gaze away from the god-like figure illuminated by the rays of the sun.
"Vegeta?" She asked again, as the man smirked, taking a step forward.
"Hai." He muttered in recognition of his name.
"I've come for you." He said, crossing his arms across his chest and closing his eyes, the smirk remaining.
"What do you mean?" Trunks muttered in disbelief, frightened beyond all comprehension. Sure, he'd seen those visions of his father before, but never had they been so real, so in the flesh.
"Otousan?"
"I knew it, all those times I just couldn't take it anymore, you were there, telling me that it wouldn't be long... Until... You came for me..." She mumbled, confirming what was happening for herself.
"I knew you wouldn't lie, I just knew it!" She exclaimed in schoolgirl excitement, cerulean eyes sparkling like they used to.
"A true saiyan always keeps his word." Vegeta muttered, not looking at her, but rather at his feet.
"I still don't get it. What are you guys talking about?" Trunks asked, although he knew the answer, he refused to accept it.
"You're more stupid than I thought boy. I've come to take the blasted woman with me!" Vegeta grunted angrily, scowling at his son.
"You can't just take her, she has a home here, she has friends here..." He wanted to say, 'She has ME here...' But he thought that would have sounded like he was full of himself.
"Foolish boy, can't you see the darn woman is wasting away before your eyes. She's TRIED to kill herself several times, but she's been too weak to go through with it. You're the thing holding her back from happiness." He said accusingly at the dazed purple-haired boy.
"What about YOU?!" Trunks said in anger.
"Just going off and dying like that and leaving her all alone to support your son by herself! How could you be so selfish?!" He felt like screaming at the man that was 'supposed' to be his father, but Trunks saw little resemblance between the two.
"Please, don't fight like this, I don't want our last few moments together to be spoiled." Bulma interrupted with pleading eyes.
"For your sake woman." Vegeta muttered under his breath, grunting.
"But make it quick." And he walked off to the other side of the roof.
"Mother, I think we're both on the brink of insanity. We're sitting here, seeing my dead father who died over a decade ago, and acting like it's perfectly normal to be just sitting around, chatting with him. We need a doctor." He grabbed Bulma's arm and once again tried to lead her away.
She gently pushed him away and he looked up at her, very confused.
"Trunks dear, I love you so much." His mother whispered, kissing him on the forehead.
"But I just don't belong here anymore. I belong up there. Among the stars." She said, waving her arm past the blue heavens above.
"N-No..." Trunks stuttered, fighting back the tears threatening to overflow.
"You can't leave me here..." He whispered.
"Please don't leave me!" He didn't care about the tears anymore as they spilled down his cheeks as he held his mom tightly.
"No Trunks. You have your whole life ahead of you; great things are in store for you my son. You should know that by now. I belong with my friends, and Vegeta..." She said, glancing at the saiyan watching the sunrise.
"I know that you'll make us proud. You're my son, and I'll always love you." She whispered, as she began to cry as well.
"Take care of yourself, son."
"Are you ready NOW?" Vegeta asked, as he rejoined the mother and son.
"Yes, I'm ready." She replied.
"Mother, please, take me with you!" Trunks pleaded for a final time.
"I'm not brave like Father and Goku and Gohan... I'll never be able to be what you want me to be. My existence here is meaningless!"
"Trunks, big things lie ahead of you, I know you have to courage to make our dreams for that beautiful future come true. It's all up to you now." She grabbed Vegeta around the neck as he picked her up, supporting her under the knees and cradling her back.
"I love you Trunks!" She called out to him as Vegeta began to rise.
"NOOOOOOOO!" Trunks screamed. He then caught something Bulma threw at him. On closer inspection, he realized it was a capsule.
"Goodbye, my son." Bulma whispered, as she hugged Vegeta tighter, knowing she'd made the right choice.
Vegeta grunted at the boy for his goodbye, he never was emotional about these things as they disappeared into the clouds, leaving a distraught Trunks behind.
"Goodbye mom... dad..." Finally, the truth of the matter hit him.
"I'm alone, all alone." He said under his breath as he hugged his knees, sobbing into his blue jacket.
A/N: POOR TRUNKIE-CHAN! I cause him too much pain, I know this is following a different plotline than Mirai Trunks's world, but that's why it's a fanfic. I'll probably have 2-3 chapters more. And tomorrow I don't have any school so YAY FOR ME! ^_^; Anyway, keep those reviews coming, and stay tuned. Arigatou, Ja ne! ^_^
~Trunks Gal~