Disclaimer: would I need a disclaimer if I owned DBZ?
Okay: I edited this chapter some, I made a few *cough * typos, hee hee, um and other than that everything stays the same! Okay so I did make things a little more clear… I hope…
Author's Notes: I know thing have been pretty simple in the story, with the exception of the runaway and the band and business, and the scam, and well the T/P thing. But well, I had to make things a little more complex in this chapter to explain the story better, so this chapter may be a little depressing, well compared to that of the first two any way.. The first part is a little off, but it makes sense as you read the rest of the chapter. You'll understand…. I hope.
By the way, I f no one gets this, I'm just going to point it out now "Trunks was a gang banger" (…yeah I know…, but you'll understand)
Age's:
When Trunks was twenty, Pan was thirteen, Goten a year younger than trunks, and Bra a year younger than pan, other than that, you need not know anyone else's age.
'This' – Trunks thought's
* flash*
this – Trunks flash backs
This – is me, the narrator
P.S. Everything under [Narrator:_____] takes place in the present – except when labeled so…
Intro Music – Marilyn Manson – Target Audience
Present – Trunks POV – thoughts -
'Forever had passed since I last saw this face. Since I last heard this voice, since words of hers had sunk so deep into me, after I had only stopped caring what the world was, what people were, what I was. If anyone could just walk away from their life and pick up a new one why couldn't I? Why couldn't I be at all like the people that just come and go, never realizing what they walk into or out of? Only reminiscing about the good and bad, never seeing or understanding those underling, words between the lines, moments that form the world that sometimes only I seem to be living in. Me and this little world, only grasping what I thought was lost to everyone but a few, who I could solely call my brothers.
"I see all the unbelievers…"
Why do I try? Why do I continue this little charade, this continual line of lies? I don't know, maybe because I feel like I left a piece of what I was in the past, is carried, understood and maybe even held on to by those who only knew me then. I am what I made myself to be, ignoring the effortless input of those in my surroundings. This foreboding world can only deceit the eyes of the innocent, bearing more weight on what I had felt once to be reality, shaking the world I live in, crumble to the ground, and pick up the pieces only to drop them again. Finding what little left mendacity's had yet to corrupt our so soiled minds, the praetorian, the few they are. I see in no one, and hide from all, in shadows whim, but then I saw her…
a ghost, and suddenly… everything stopped… '
Narrator:
She walks by him heading towards a door that is on the other side of the room, though as she passes, she gives him a sideways glance, and he could almost see her smirk, as she averted her eyes away again and continued on her way.
'…pan'
She maneuvered her way through the crowd with a certain braggadocio (fancy word for arrogance) in her walk.
Trunks stood behind staring after her, momentarily bemused, before he could think to gain her attention.
"Pan!" He yelled from across the room, though she continued on her way, now pushing herself through a door in the back, heading into another room. He followed her, cutting his way into the crowd, quickening his pace when she was no longer in view. As he made his way towards the door she had too entered just moments before, he saw her now proceeding up a small flight of stairs to the side of the room. He gently took her wrist in his hand to gain her attention as she suddenly stopped on the fifth step to the flight.
"Pan…"
She tilted her head a bit giving him a questioning glance. Not speaking only gazing into his eyes. He did the same, questioning what to say, though what words that came to mind seemed of no consequence.
She leaned her head back noticing the prolonged silence between them, smirked and almost laughingly stated.
"Nice to see you…"
"yeah… been here long?" asking casually as if it were not the words that mattered at all, he himself now gaining a half smile with familiarity of it all.
"I've always been here…"
This only reminded him of something she once said before, bringing back memories, floods, of the past.
"you've changed…"
She looked down, as if in a moment of thought and raised her head once more, staring into his eyes.
"…maybe…"
She heard the click of a door, as someone entered the hallway leading to the room, in which she was standing. She leaned onto the metal railing, arms hanging over listlessly.
"I have to go now…" he didn't say anything to that but before she left, tilted her head once more to the side and said remorsefully followed.
"…look at you…"
She turned again and lead herself up the remainder of the stairs, proceeding into the entrance at the top, closing the door as she slowly dissolved from his view.
"What are you doing back here Trunks? I don't think we're supposed to be back here…"
He looked back to a shorter blue hared girl pulling down on his shoulder.
"Oh, uh yeah… Hey Bra, look, I have work tomorrow and everything, so I think I'm just going to leave early and go home…"
"But you just got here?"
"Uh, yeah I know, I shouldn't have come, but don't worry about it…"
"um, okay I guess, see ya…"
Trunks just brushed his way by her not responding any longer to her presence. He left the club in a sort of dazed, and clouded stated, as if he were no longer in his right mind, or grounded at all. Tosh came up behind his as he made his way through the crowd, pushing through the mobs dancing bodies.
"Hey Trunks! Where are you going?"
He didn't respond as he cut his way past her and others in the crowd, leaving her to stare blankly after him.
'Why do I feel like I'm suffocating? I just need to get out.'
Intro Music: The Violent Femmes – Color Me Once.
Narrator:
His head seemed to be pushing down on his brain, making him feel trapped inside of himself, suddenly thankful for the cool air as he finally made his way to the empty street. Night in blackness, covered his worries, instincts taking control over him, he walked towards some unknown destination, pushing back suppressed memories, doubt's regrets, once more, after so many years.
* Flash *
Narrator: Past - Flash back – Trunks and Goten
It was night in the city, blackness shrouded what beauties day beheld, in tombstone gray were their words, you either play the game or it plays you. So why be it that there was no winner to this game?
A young man made his way through the desolate night, escaping forlorn truth, disgruntled by thoughts, deceptive lies. He came across a small group of people, standing idly, waiting….
One of the shadowed faces came closer to the young man who had just entered the group.
"So what you packin' ?"
"Hell, man, I dun look…"
"yeah, well I always see what they got me luggin' round the city"
"Yeah, and that's how dumb asses like you get yourself killed, you know they dun want their shit tainted by bitches like you."
' only 14, what children they were…'
::fades out:::
*End *
Narrator:
Trunks stumbles endlessly on his way through the night, walking so lightly, so unembellished by emotion what so ever, as if never there were. A building, tall, stood before him, darkened further by the night, though appearance suggested that it's gloom hung there even in daylight.
* Flash *
Past – Trunks POV -
At early morn, people crowded in the dank ware house, gunshots blazing through the air, blood spilled to the ground, the screams of death hung in the air, as battle cries let out of it's caging womb.
And I stand still, watching…
*End *
Narrator:
He stood there momentarily, looking into the abandon structure, and from somewhere far away, heard his name called in a whispered, so in a whispered scream.
* Flash*
Past – Trunks POV -
Blood streaked my vision, falling freely, but then I noticed it wasn't my own, that of another's had spilled onto me in such chaos, sprouting in the air, as the lives of so many I had known slipped through my hands, as I knelt and lied to them of times in the future when things would be alright again, neither believing my words.
"Trunks!"
And that's when I saw it, when I saw my eyes run into thin slits, when the ground beneath me crumbled, and fell with it. I ran over to the last piece of me that I knew, that existed, kneeling like just moments before with another, but nothing like this. Nothing could be at all like this.
"Go..Goten?" His blood stained me as it fell freely from his limp body propped up only by my own will. I had no comforting words, no lies I could tell him of tomorrows we would see, because now not even I was sure I would make it to the next day. His eyes held only regret, I knew.
"Gohan… told me… to watch her… But I left her there… to come do this…"
"Goten?"
"was… it worth it?" he struggled as he spoke, blood spill from his mouth. I only shook my head furiously 'no.'
"pan… she's still on the streets… can you find her for me? Gohan, would kill me if anything had… happened… to
her…"
My eyes widened in shock and almost laughed as tears formed in my eyes. I had never cried for anyone, but now, I couldn't even hold myself together long enough to think about what I was doing.
"Goten, don't do this, don't leave…" I pleaded with him to no ends, but it was too late, his eyes shown so glassy, so still, he was no longer there with me in that ware house, I was alone now, again....
* End*
Narrator:
Turning from bad memories, continuing on his way, though not escaping what past he held, what had made him what he is today. He changed direction, climbing his way up the streets, still no destination.
* Flash*
Trunks thoughts -
'This has always been all that I could see. This shattered world, with its black and blood streaked sky, demons crawling up from the cracks that we ourselves made in the earth, only to be possessed later by the hate we had fabricated. For all the tears created by what words, so shallow we had said in faithless hate, in unhopeful torture, pray to all that holds us down to hell, for ever if we felt bliss, may our mind corrupt, bemused, then shatter in insanity. But what am I to say for all of those who can't even see the decay and rot they nurture beneath their skin, what am I to say, but be happy in ignorance, you'll die of it soon enough. In coldness, bleak, I heard them scream, but what could be more pastoral than that of hot blood running down your hand from another, from whether it be your own, blade rushed through your heart, as though it were never there to begin with. As if you were born with none, to feel the disdain, the macabre chain wrapped round your neck as you hang off the balcony you were born on. In lechery for none was felt other than this, and born in tears alone, in death we do bear life. For what shall it be said for the vice brought and guided be our benighted mind. We are what we create ourselves…'
* Flash*
Past – Trunks POV -
It was still night when I found her, though I could almost feel the warmth the day seeping into endless black. She was curled up on a bench in the park, head lain on the steel arm rest, underneath her uncles coat.
"pan…"
She looked so young, she was, but still so much older than other her age. Only thirteen… She stirred in her sleep when I called her name, slowly coming back to a conscious state.
"Trunks?" she mumbled lightly as she woke. "Where's Goten?"
I looked down, not knowing what to tell her, what I could possibly say. But she caught my action, she knew where her uncle had been tonight and she sat up then stood slowly backing away from myself and the bench.
"Trunks? Where is Goten?" She said more firmly though I picked up on the wavering in her voice.
"Pan, I…" But she didn't let me finish. She just shook her head looking down tears forming in her eyes.
"No…" she stuttered on the word.
"Pan"
"No… NOOO!!!!!" She was yelling now, tears streaming down her face.
"You! You Bastard!" She yelled at me, but I did nothing, I knew the feeling of empty rage, and how could I deny her words.
"BAKAYAROU!" I saw her breaking down, shaking as she whimpered, cried. I only tried to get closer to her to comfort her but she only backed away again.
"Pan, let me-"
"You killed him…" I stopped, stood dead silent, her words hanging in the air. "You killed him, you're the reason he's dead. He looked up to you and now he's gone because of it!!!" Her eyes were wide, locked on me, tears streaked her pale cheeks, though still she stood questioning her own words.
"He was my brother Trunks… He was my uncle, but he was like a brother to me. He was everything, and who do I have now? HUH?! I'm alone, and you're partly the reason of it. You should have known better. You were older than him!"
"Pan, no you have me, I promised Goten I would-"
"You promised Goten what? You promised him a lot of things Trunks, but look were he's at now. I don't have you, I'm afraid of you. Just, just stay away from me…"
She turned and ran, but I didn't follow. Her image slowly fading into the black as she distanced her self from me. I couldn't think, I was in shock, as I turned to see the sun rising in the east, gradually diminishing any signs of night that still hung in the morning sky. The golden morning sky…
*End *
Narrator:
He sat on the curb of no place he had known, only thankful for the relaxation of bearing no weight to carry on his legs. Though still heavy with thoughts of concern.
*Flash *
Past – Trunks POV -
I remember picking up the newspaper, the front page titled, innocent bystanders killed in reckless gang slaughter. I noticed Goten's name was there, no one knew he was part of it, the reporters must have went to his house, after the police had found nothing there, and called in one of those innocent bystanders, but no one knew what had happened that night. Not his family, not Gohan, only me…. Only me, and Pan…
*End *
Narrator:
He bent his down, in remorse, to his respects he paid, all the pain that had happened in the past…
*Flash *
Past – Trunks POV -
It had been three years since Goten- I had almost lost contact at all with the Son family. I doubt that I would have had any contact with them at all if they had known at all that I was there the night Goten had… Gohan called me every so often, just to talk, sometimes about my work, sometimes about his, other times, and the times I now seem to remember the most, about his fights with pan.
" Why are you being so hard on Gohan? And Pan what are you talking about I have known you since you were born."
She snickered but only looked down at the floor, as if captured in some unknown world, in some truth unknown to me and said with signs of remorse in her tone:
"You can know a persons name for a thousand years and never really see who that person is… You don't know me Trunks, don't say that you do…"
*End *
Narrator:
Trunks stood up shaking his head, continuing on his way through the night, now having gained some sense of perspective on everything that had been happening.
*flash *
Past – Trunks POV
I had seen her the previous night, she looked so lost, and somehow I thought it would be the last time I ever saw her, her flight left at the end of the week, she had told no one but me. But I didn't plan on telling anyone else, or try any further to make her change her mind. The night had always been my calling, out onto the streets, when the world had turned a bit more sullen, more endurable to me. And that's when I saw her, she was in some alley darkened alley surrounded by a group of people that from what I could tell were only the grunge. But she was there, she was there with them, deceived like the rest of them standing there. This was a meeting, scheduled, and it had a purpose, I knew the look only too well. I walked up right behind, grabbed her shoulder and spun her around, her face showing anger, betrayal.
"what are you doing here?" I caught the attention of the others in the group, each going for their own weapon, I knew I could handle them, this was little shit to what I was pullin' before. but she put her hand up any way signaling
to ease out.
"It's none of your business so you can just go."
I came to a sudden realization to what was happening here.
"So this is why you haven't even been coming home for the last week." Some people behind her began to snicker, at that she just got pissed.
"You know!" she yelled to the group behind her "Why don't you all just shut the fuck up before I make you!" "And as for you" she said turning towards me. "You don't know, you just don't know me, so dun bother tryin'…"
I only smirked, sneered in disbelief, I can't believe she would get caught up into some crap like this after what had happened before. 'and she says that I don't know her, fuck I don't want to know her!'
"No pan, you're right I don't know you, how could I ever know, or even understand someone…. Just like… the rest of them…"
Defensively she rose her voice confronting me.
"You don't know anything!"
But I just turned ignoring her words, and walking away, out of her life.
"Well fuck you! And I don't feel sorry for sayin' it either you cock sucking little bastard!" She yelled almost desperately as she saw him, for last time in eight years, just walking away…
*End FlashBack *
Present: Trunks POV – thoughts -
'I know I am everything they said I was, and never being more is what disappoints me now. I was never in heaven, only in hell, only in bleak, and colorless hell. It was everything losing the value of. And I was everything they valued then.'
Narrator:
By this time Trunks had made his way through the city, having walked back to his apartment, his car still parked in front of that club. But he couldn't think of that now, his head so cluttered, brain rotting with filth and decay. He could only make his way up the stairs, fumbling his way into his apartment, falling onto the bed still clothed, and sink drunk into the sleep of the troubled, nightmares filled and cradled mind.
End -
A/N : well, that sets the basis for the back bone of the story, everything else will basically be built on that, now I don't plan on making this story full of angst (otherwise I would have sub typed it that way), but I do get where this chapter may not have been what some people were expecting. So r/r and tell me what you think.
Okay: I edited this chapter some, I made a few *cough * typos, hee hee, um and other than that everything stays the same! Okay so I did make things a little more clear… I hope…
Author's Notes: I know thing have been pretty simple in the story, with the exception of the runaway and the band and business, and the scam, and well the T/P thing. But well, I had to make things a little more complex in this chapter to explain the story better, so this chapter may be a little depressing, well compared to that of the first two any way.. The first part is a little off, but it makes sense as you read the rest of the chapter. You'll understand…. I hope.
By the way, I f no one gets this, I'm just going to point it out now "Trunks was a gang banger" (…yeah I know…, but you'll understand)
Age's:
When Trunks was twenty, Pan was thirteen, Goten a year younger than trunks, and Bra a year younger than pan, other than that, you need not know anyone else's age.
'This' – Trunks thought's
* flash*
this – Trunks flash backs
This – is me, the narrator
P.S. Everything under [Narrator:_____] takes place in the present – except when labeled so…
Intro Music – Marilyn Manson – Target Audience
Present – Trunks POV – thoughts -
'Forever had passed since I last saw this face. Since I last heard this voice, since words of hers had sunk so deep into me, after I had only stopped caring what the world was, what people were, what I was. If anyone could just walk away from their life and pick up a new one why couldn't I? Why couldn't I be at all like the people that just come and go, never realizing what they walk into or out of? Only reminiscing about the good and bad, never seeing or understanding those underling, words between the lines, moments that form the world that sometimes only I seem to be living in. Me and this little world, only grasping what I thought was lost to everyone but a few, who I could solely call my brothers.
"I see all the unbelievers…"
Why do I try? Why do I continue this little charade, this continual line of lies? I don't know, maybe because I feel like I left a piece of what I was in the past, is carried, understood and maybe even held on to by those who only knew me then. I am what I made myself to be, ignoring the effortless input of those in my surroundings. This foreboding world can only deceit the eyes of the innocent, bearing more weight on what I had felt once to be reality, shaking the world I live in, crumble to the ground, and pick up the pieces only to drop them again. Finding what little left mendacity's had yet to corrupt our so soiled minds, the praetorian, the few they are. I see in no one, and hide from all, in shadows whim, but then I saw her…
a ghost, and suddenly… everything stopped… '
Narrator:
She walks by him heading towards a door that is on the other side of the room, though as she passes, she gives him a sideways glance, and he could almost see her smirk, as she averted her eyes away again and continued on her way.
'…pan'
She maneuvered her way through the crowd with a certain braggadocio (fancy word for arrogance) in her walk.
Trunks stood behind staring after her, momentarily bemused, before he could think to gain her attention.
"Pan!" He yelled from across the room, though she continued on her way, now pushing herself through a door in the back, heading into another room. He followed her, cutting his way into the crowd, quickening his pace when she was no longer in view. As he made his way towards the door she had too entered just moments before, he saw her now proceeding up a small flight of stairs to the side of the room. He gently took her wrist in his hand to gain her attention as she suddenly stopped on the fifth step to the flight.
"Pan…"
She tilted her head a bit giving him a questioning glance. Not speaking only gazing into his eyes. He did the same, questioning what to say, though what words that came to mind seemed of no consequence.
She leaned her head back noticing the prolonged silence between them, smirked and almost laughingly stated.
"Nice to see you…"
"yeah… been here long?" asking casually as if it were not the words that mattered at all, he himself now gaining a half smile with familiarity of it all.
"I've always been here…"
This only reminded him of something she once said before, bringing back memories, floods, of the past.
"you've changed…"
She looked down, as if in a moment of thought and raised her head once more, staring into his eyes.
"…maybe…"
She heard the click of a door, as someone entered the hallway leading to the room, in which she was standing. She leaned onto the metal railing, arms hanging over listlessly.
"I have to go now…" he didn't say anything to that but before she left, tilted her head once more to the side and said remorsefully followed.
"…look at you…"
She turned again and lead herself up the remainder of the stairs, proceeding into the entrance at the top, closing the door as she slowly dissolved from his view.
"What are you doing back here Trunks? I don't think we're supposed to be back here…"
He looked back to a shorter blue hared girl pulling down on his shoulder.
"Oh, uh yeah… Hey Bra, look, I have work tomorrow and everything, so I think I'm just going to leave early and go home…"
"But you just got here?"
"Uh, yeah I know, I shouldn't have come, but don't worry about it…"
"um, okay I guess, see ya…"
Trunks just brushed his way by her not responding any longer to her presence. He left the club in a sort of dazed, and clouded stated, as if he were no longer in his right mind, or grounded at all. Tosh came up behind his as he made his way through the crowd, pushing through the mobs dancing bodies.
"Hey Trunks! Where are you going?"
He didn't respond as he cut his way past her and others in the crowd, leaving her to stare blankly after him.
'Why do I feel like I'm suffocating? I just need to get out.'
Intro Music: The Violent Femmes – Color Me Once.
Narrator:
His head seemed to be pushing down on his brain, making him feel trapped inside of himself, suddenly thankful for the cool air as he finally made his way to the empty street. Night in blackness, covered his worries, instincts taking control over him, he walked towards some unknown destination, pushing back suppressed memories, doubt's regrets, once more, after so many years.
* Flash *
Narrator: Past - Flash back – Trunks and Goten
It was night in the city, blackness shrouded what beauties day beheld, in tombstone gray were their words, you either play the game or it plays you. So why be it that there was no winner to this game?
A young man made his way through the desolate night, escaping forlorn truth, disgruntled by thoughts, deceptive lies. He came across a small group of people, standing idly, waiting….
One of the shadowed faces came closer to the young man who had just entered the group.
"So what you packin' ?"
"Hell, man, I dun look…"
"yeah, well I always see what they got me luggin' round the city"
"Yeah, and that's how dumb asses like you get yourself killed, you know they dun want their shit tainted by bitches like you."
' only 14, what children they were…'
::fades out:::
*End *
Narrator:
Trunks stumbles endlessly on his way through the night, walking so lightly, so unembellished by emotion what so ever, as if never there were. A building, tall, stood before him, darkened further by the night, though appearance suggested that it's gloom hung there even in daylight.
* Flash *
Past – Trunks POV -
At early morn, people crowded in the dank ware house, gunshots blazing through the air, blood spilled to the ground, the screams of death hung in the air, as battle cries let out of it's caging womb.
And I stand still, watching…
*End *
Narrator:
He stood there momentarily, looking into the abandon structure, and from somewhere far away, heard his name called in a whispered, so in a whispered scream.
* Flash*
Past – Trunks POV -
Blood streaked my vision, falling freely, but then I noticed it wasn't my own, that of another's had spilled onto me in such chaos, sprouting in the air, as the lives of so many I had known slipped through my hands, as I knelt and lied to them of times in the future when things would be alright again, neither believing my words.
"Trunks!"
And that's when I saw it, when I saw my eyes run into thin slits, when the ground beneath me crumbled, and fell with it. I ran over to the last piece of me that I knew, that existed, kneeling like just moments before with another, but nothing like this. Nothing could be at all like this.
"Go..Goten?" His blood stained me as it fell freely from his limp body propped up only by my own will. I had no comforting words, no lies I could tell him of tomorrows we would see, because now not even I was sure I would make it to the next day. His eyes held only regret, I knew.
"Gohan… told me… to watch her… But I left her there… to come do this…"
"Goten?"
"was… it worth it?" he struggled as he spoke, blood spill from his mouth. I only shook my head furiously 'no.'
"pan… she's still on the streets… can you find her for me? Gohan, would kill me if anything had… happened… to
her…"
My eyes widened in shock and almost laughed as tears formed in my eyes. I had never cried for anyone, but now, I couldn't even hold myself together long enough to think about what I was doing.
"Goten, don't do this, don't leave…" I pleaded with him to no ends, but it was too late, his eyes shown so glassy, so still, he was no longer there with me in that ware house, I was alone now, again....
* End*
Narrator:
Turning from bad memories, continuing on his way, though not escaping what past he held, what had made him what he is today. He changed direction, climbing his way up the streets, still no destination.
* Flash*
Trunks thoughts -
'This has always been all that I could see. This shattered world, with its black and blood streaked sky, demons crawling up from the cracks that we ourselves made in the earth, only to be possessed later by the hate we had fabricated. For all the tears created by what words, so shallow we had said in faithless hate, in unhopeful torture, pray to all that holds us down to hell, for ever if we felt bliss, may our mind corrupt, bemused, then shatter in insanity. But what am I to say for all of those who can't even see the decay and rot they nurture beneath their skin, what am I to say, but be happy in ignorance, you'll die of it soon enough. In coldness, bleak, I heard them scream, but what could be more pastoral than that of hot blood running down your hand from another, from whether it be your own, blade rushed through your heart, as though it were never there to begin with. As if you were born with none, to feel the disdain, the macabre chain wrapped round your neck as you hang off the balcony you were born on. In lechery for none was felt other than this, and born in tears alone, in death we do bear life. For what shall it be said for the vice brought and guided be our benighted mind. We are what we create ourselves…'
* Flash*
Past – Trunks POV -
It was still night when I found her, though I could almost feel the warmth the day seeping into endless black. She was curled up on a bench in the park, head lain on the steel arm rest, underneath her uncles coat.
"pan…"
She looked so young, she was, but still so much older than other her age. Only thirteen… She stirred in her sleep when I called her name, slowly coming back to a conscious state.
"Trunks?" she mumbled lightly as she woke. "Where's Goten?"
I looked down, not knowing what to tell her, what I could possibly say. But she caught my action, she knew where her uncle had been tonight and she sat up then stood slowly backing away from myself and the bench.
"Trunks? Where is Goten?" She said more firmly though I picked up on the wavering in her voice.
"Pan, I…" But she didn't let me finish. She just shook her head looking down tears forming in her eyes.
"No…" she stuttered on the word.
"Pan"
"No… NOOO!!!!!" She was yelling now, tears streaming down her face.
"You! You Bastard!" She yelled at me, but I did nothing, I knew the feeling of empty rage, and how could I deny her words.
"BAKAYAROU!" I saw her breaking down, shaking as she whimpered, cried. I only tried to get closer to her to comfort her but she only backed away again.
"Pan, let me-"
"You killed him…" I stopped, stood dead silent, her words hanging in the air. "You killed him, you're the reason he's dead. He looked up to you and now he's gone because of it!!!" Her eyes were wide, locked on me, tears streaked her pale cheeks, though still she stood questioning her own words.
"He was my brother Trunks… He was my uncle, but he was like a brother to me. He was everything, and who do I have now? HUH?! I'm alone, and you're partly the reason of it. You should have known better. You were older than him!"
"Pan, no you have me, I promised Goten I would-"
"You promised Goten what? You promised him a lot of things Trunks, but look were he's at now. I don't have you, I'm afraid of you. Just, just stay away from me…"
She turned and ran, but I didn't follow. Her image slowly fading into the black as she distanced her self from me. I couldn't think, I was in shock, as I turned to see the sun rising in the east, gradually diminishing any signs of night that still hung in the morning sky. The golden morning sky…
*End *
Narrator:
He sat on the curb of no place he had known, only thankful for the relaxation of bearing no weight to carry on his legs. Though still heavy with thoughts of concern.
*Flash *
Past – Trunks POV -
I remember picking up the newspaper, the front page titled, innocent bystanders killed in reckless gang slaughter. I noticed Goten's name was there, no one knew he was part of it, the reporters must have went to his house, after the police had found nothing there, and called in one of those innocent bystanders, but no one knew what had happened that night. Not his family, not Gohan, only me…. Only me, and Pan…
*End *
Narrator:
He bent his down, in remorse, to his respects he paid, all the pain that had happened in the past…
*Flash *
Past – Trunks POV -
It had been three years since Goten- I had almost lost contact at all with the Son family. I doubt that I would have had any contact with them at all if they had known at all that I was there the night Goten had… Gohan called me every so often, just to talk, sometimes about my work, sometimes about his, other times, and the times I now seem to remember the most, about his fights with pan.
" Why are you being so hard on Gohan? And Pan what are you talking about I have known you since you were born."
She snickered but only looked down at the floor, as if captured in some unknown world, in some truth unknown to me and said with signs of remorse in her tone:
"You can know a persons name for a thousand years and never really see who that person is… You don't know me Trunks, don't say that you do…"
*End *
Narrator:
Trunks stood up shaking his head, continuing on his way through the night, now having gained some sense of perspective on everything that had been happening.
*flash *
Past – Trunks POV
I had seen her the previous night, she looked so lost, and somehow I thought it would be the last time I ever saw her, her flight left at the end of the week, she had told no one but me. But I didn't plan on telling anyone else, or try any further to make her change her mind. The night had always been my calling, out onto the streets, when the world had turned a bit more sullen, more endurable to me. And that's when I saw her, she was in some alley darkened alley surrounded by a group of people that from what I could tell were only the grunge. But she was there, she was there with them, deceived like the rest of them standing there. This was a meeting, scheduled, and it had a purpose, I knew the look only too well. I walked up right behind, grabbed her shoulder and spun her around, her face showing anger, betrayal.
"what are you doing here?" I caught the attention of the others in the group, each going for their own weapon, I knew I could handle them, this was little shit to what I was pullin' before. but she put her hand up any way signaling
to ease out.
"It's none of your business so you can just go."
I came to a sudden realization to what was happening here.
"So this is why you haven't even been coming home for the last week." Some people behind her began to snicker, at that she just got pissed.
"You know!" she yelled to the group behind her "Why don't you all just shut the fuck up before I make you!" "And as for you" she said turning towards me. "You don't know, you just don't know me, so dun bother tryin'…"
I only smirked, sneered in disbelief, I can't believe she would get caught up into some crap like this after what had happened before. 'and she says that I don't know her, fuck I don't want to know her!'
"No pan, you're right I don't know you, how could I ever know, or even understand someone…. Just like… the rest of them…"
Defensively she rose her voice confronting me.
"You don't know anything!"
But I just turned ignoring her words, and walking away, out of her life.
"Well fuck you! And I don't feel sorry for sayin' it either you cock sucking little bastard!" She yelled almost desperately as she saw him, for last time in eight years, just walking away…
*End FlashBack *
Present: Trunks POV – thoughts -
'I know I am everything they said I was, and never being more is what disappoints me now. I was never in heaven, only in hell, only in bleak, and colorless hell. It was everything losing the value of. And I was everything they valued then.'
Narrator:
By this time Trunks had made his way through the city, having walked back to his apartment, his car still parked in front of that club. But he couldn't think of that now, his head so cluttered, brain rotting with filth and decay. He could only make his way up the stairs, fumbling his way into his apartment, falling onto the bed still clothed, and sink drunk into the sleep of the troubled, nightmares filled and cradled mind.
End -
A/N : well, that sets the basis for the back bone of the story, everything else will basically be built on that, now I don't plan on making this story full of angst (otherwise I would have sub typed it that way), but I do get where this chapter may not have been what some people were expecting. So r/r and tell me what you think.