1 Chapter 18: Sad Day On Earth
Krillin's eyes went wide as he jumped into the air, Tien, Videl and Yamcha, with Bulma hanging on for dear life, right behind him as they dove over the side of the Lookout.
"Dende, let us get there in time." Videl whispered as she powered up and charged down towards the earth.
*****
Trunks gasped. *No!! She doesn't mean it. She couldn't do this. She can't be leaving me alone.* his mind screamed. "MARRON!!! NO!! DON'T DO THIS!!!"
Suddenly the cloud of dust contracted then expanded violently as the sound of an explosion escaped from the realm inside.
*She has to be alive. She said everything was going to be ok.* Trunks told himself, as he pushed himself up. Pain shot through his arm and leg as the painful realization of what happened to him clicked in his head again. *But she said that she was happy here. That she didn't want to leave.* Tears began to spill from his eyes. His angel was gone.
*****
Bulma watched from a distance as her son cried. It took all the control and energy she had to keep from crying with and for him. Taking in a deep breath, she ran to his side and hugged him.
"Come on, let's get you home. She might be in there, somewhere. I'll send everyone to look once we know that you are going to be ok." Bulma told him as she wiped tears from his dust-covered face.
Carefully, Tien picked him up and Yamcha carried Bulma home.
As the sun began to set that night, all the warriors stood, waiting for the dust to die down. It was so thick they didn't know how the 2 had managed to fight in it. As the ball of light sank behind the horizon, so did the fighters hearts. But as the dark of night slide across the ground, something happened that hadn't happened for many weeks. It rained.
With heavy hearts, they all flew back to Capsule Corp.
*****
Trunks watched out the window as the drops of water fell from the sky. He would say it was like the whole earth was crying with him or that Dende wept for the loss of the fighter but he couldn't say that. He didn't deny that they didn't feel the pain he did; just they didn't feel it to the same degree. None of them knew her like he did. He was in love with her. She had managed to take his warriors heart of stone, hold it in her tiny hand and make him feel true emotions again. And he knew that he had showed her how to love again. He threw his pillow over his head.
"She can't be gone! She is out there somewhere. I know she is!" He screamed into his pillow.
Tap tap tap…
"What do you want?" Trunks called angrily at his closed door.
"I have something for you."
"I don't want it."
"But it will help you get better so you can look for her."
Trunks smiled. He knew that voice. "Come in Krillin."
The door slowly opened.
"You always were a good friend to me." Trunks smirked as the shorter man approached his bed.
"It took me a long time to find this. Maybe I should start to grow these." He laughed as he held his hand out to the purple haired demi- sayian.
Trunks opened his hand and watched as a single senzu bean fell into his hand. Popping the small object in his mouth he chewed it up and swallowed it quickly. Moments later Trunks was standing up, feeling stronger than ever.
"Thanks bud." Trunks smiled, slapping Krillin on the back. "Now I am off to find Marron."
Quickly he ran down the stairs, past the kitchen where everyone was sitting and out into the night.
Once he got to the site where all the destruction had occurred, he was pleased to see that the rain had settled the dust, even if it did turn it into mud. Forming a ball of energy in his hand he began to search for any clues as to where Marron might be.
3 hours later, he had hardly found anything worth his time and nothing that eased his heart. He had located one of 18's arms and 17's shoe and bandana. The only thing that even showed that Marron had fought in the battle was one piece of her shoulder strap that he found in the mud. Picking these few items up, he carried them back towards his home, broken- hearted.
*****
Bulma stayed up till her son got home. She knew that he wouldn't find anything that would help his heart. Near midnight, she heard the front door open and this squishing sound of a waterlogged pair of shoes walk though the foyer. Silently she got up and met her son halfway to the den.
His face was red and she couldn't tell if it was from crying or from anger. He turned to look at her, his once lively and curious eyes, now deeply hollow and sad. "Why didn't I try to save her?" his voice came out in barely a whisper.
"You did baby." She held his face so she could look him straight in the eyes. "But you know what she told me before she left. I told her to be careful and she just smiled and said that she would make sure you would be ok. Trunks, she wanted to make sure that you were ok. She wanted to protect you as much as you wanted to protect her." Bulma pushed a piece of her son's long hair behind his ear. "She wanted to make sure that we didn't lose you. You are our protector and she knew that if she didn't fight to make sure that you were ok, that she would never be able to regain her heart, her life, her soul." Bulma kissed his cheek after she let the words sink in for a few moments. "Now go upstairs and change out of these soaking clothes, take a hot shower and if you are hungry, come back down and I'll cook you something to eat."
Trunks nodded silently then trudged up the stairs. He stood where the hallway forked, his room to the right or hers to the left. Sighing deeply, he turned and walked towards her room.
Quietly he opened her door, as if she were lying on her bed and if he were to be to loud he would wake her up. His eyes ran across everything in her room. She had transformed this gingerbread room into her own, pictures and drawing were hung everywhere but the only thing he was looking for was the dimension breacher which was sitting quietly on the dresser. As he walked closer to it, he saw that there was a note next to it. Carefully picking it up, he read through her note, and then wiped away a tear. This couldn't be happening.
Krillin's eyes went wide as he jumped into the air, Tien, Videl and Yamcha, with Bulma hanging on for dear life, right behind him as they dove over the side of the Lookout.
"Dende, let us get there in time." Videl whispered as she powered up and charged down towards the earth.
*****
Trunks gasped. *No!! She doesn't mean it. She couldn't do this. She can't be leaving me alone.* his mind screamed. "MARRON!!! NO!! DON'T DO THIS!!!"
Suddenly the cloud of dust contracted then expanded violently as the sound of an explosion escaped from the realm inside.
*She has to be alive. She said everything was going to be ok.* Trunks told himself, as he pushed himself up. Pain shot through his arm and leg as the painful realization of what happened to him clicked in his head again. *But she said that she was happy here. That she didn't want to leave.* Tears began to spill from his eyes. His angel was gone.
*****
Bulma watched from a distance as her son cried. It took all the control and energy she had to keep from crying with and for him. Taking in a deep breath, she ran to his side and hugged him.
"Come on, let's get you home. She might be in there, somewhere. I'll send everyone to look once we know that you are going to be ok." Bulma told him as she wiped tears from his dust-covered face.
Carefully, Tien picked him up and Yamcha carried Bulma home.
As the sun began to set that night, all the warriors stood, waiting for the dust to die down. It was so thick they didn't know how the 2 had managed to fight in it. As the ball of light sank behind the horizon, so did the fighters hearts. But as the dark of night slide across the ground, something happened that hadn't happened for many weeks. It rained.
With heavy hearts, they all flew back to Capsule Corp.
*****
Trunks watched out the window as the drops of water fell from the sky. He would say it was like the whole earth was crying with him or that Dende wept for the loss of the fighter but he couldn't say that. He didn't deny that they didn't feel the pain he did; just they didn't feel it to the same degree. None of them knew her like he did. He was in love with her. She had managed to take his warriors heart of stone, hold it in her tiny hand and make him feel true emotions again. And he knew that he had showed her how to love again. He threw his pillow over his head.
"She can't be gone! She is out there somewhere. I know she is!" He screamed into his pillow.
Tap tap tap…
"What do you want?" Trunks called angrily at his closed door.
"I have something for you."
"I don't want it."
"But it will help you get better so you can look for her."
Trunks smiled. He knew that voice. "Come in Krillin."
The door slowly opened.
"You always were a good friend to me." Trunks smirked as the shorter man approached his bed.
"It took me a long time to find this. Maybe I should start to grow these." He laughed as he held his hand out to the purple haired demi- sayian.
Trunks opened his hand and watched as a single senzu bean fell into his hand. Popping the small object in his mouth he chewed it up and swallowed it quickly. Moments later Trunks was standing up, feeling stronger than ever.
"Thanks bud." Trunks smiled, slapping Krillin on the back. "Now I am off to find Marron."
Quickly he ran down the stairs, past the kitchen where everyone was sitting and out into the night.
Once he got to the site where all the destruction had occurred, he was pleased to see that the rain had settled the dust, even if it did turn it into mud. Forming a ball of energy in his hand he began to search for any clues as to where Marron might be.
3 hours later, he had hardly found anything worth his time and nothing that eased his heart. He had located one of 18's arms and 17's shoe and bandana. The only thing that even showed that Marron had fought in the battle was one piece of her shoulder strap that he found in the mud. Picking these few items up, he carried them back towards his home, broken- hearted.
*****
Bulma stayed up till her son got home. She knew that he wouldn't find anything that would help his heart. Near midnight, she heard the front door open and this squishing sound of a waterlogged pair of shoes walk though the foyer. Silently she got up and met her son halfway to the den.
His face was red and she couldn't tell if it was from crying or from anger. He turned to look at her, his once lively and curious eyes, now deeply hollow and sad. "Why didn't I try to save her?" his voice came out in barely a whisper.
"You did baby." She held his face so she could look him straight in the eyes. "But you know what she told me before she left. I told her to be careful and she just smiled and said that she would make sure you would be ok. Trunks, she wanted to make sure that you were ok. She wanted to protect you as much as you wanted to protect her." Bulma pushed a piece of her son's long hair behind his ear. "She wanted to make sure that we didn't lose you. You are our protector and she knew that if she didn't fight to make sure that you were ok, that she would never be able to regain her heart, her life, her soul." Bulma kissed his cheek after she let the words sink in for a few moments. "Now go upstairs and change out of these soaking clothes, take a hot shower and if you are hungry, come back down and I'll cook you something to eat."
Trunks nodded silently then trudged up the stairs. He stood where the hallway forked, his room to the right or hers to the left. Sighing deeply, he turned and walked towards her room.
Quietly he opened her door, as if she were lying on her bed and if he were to be to loud he would wake her up. His eyes ran across everything in her room. She had transformed this gingerbread room into her own, pictures and drawing were hung everywhere but the only thing he was looking for was the dimension breacher which was sitting quietly on the dresser. As he walked closer to it, he saw that there was a note next to it. Carefully picking it up, he read through her note, and then wiped away a tear. This couldn't be happening.