Disclaimer's Note: Still don't own anything that can make me money. Sorry it took me so long to update.

Chapter Three- Past Tears

            I am in the past.

            My arms they ache as I hang, chained, suspended from a wall. Blood rolls from wrists onto my face becoming bloody tears. But I pay no heed to the pain in my body, but to the horror in my eyes. In front of me stands the nightmare of my life. The monster of destruction. The God of War. That took away my beloved, and is hurting again.  The Android Seventeen is touching my Gohan and tortures him. I scream out and cry, but Seventeen does nothing but laugh at me, as Gohan convulses in pain. I can not move, as Seventeen hurts him.

            I can not stop him.

            Then Gohan begins to change and then Chibi Gohan is the victim of Seventeen's wraith. This stuns me for a moment, as blood and bile build up in my mouth. And then Chibi Gohan's screams echo over my body. And my tears begin again.

            Tears of water.         

            Tears of salty water.

            Tears of pain.

            Tears of torture.

            Tears of blood.

            And then it's Mirai Gohan, and then Chibi Gohan. Their faces and bodies switch quickly, until I feel as though I'm going to be dizzy and sick. And Seventeen just laughs. Mocking my love, pain, and tears.

            I wake myself up screaming and crying.  I sit up and pant, trying to calm my speeding heart. It was just a dream. It wasn't real. It can't be real. My beloved is dead.

            The words ring in my mind for a minute, and before I know it I am doubled over crying again. I whisper his name tasting the tears running into my mouth.

            "Trunks...?"

            My name is whispered softly and abruptly into my ear, and my tears stop for a moment, and I look up into those eyes. Those eyes that are almost painful to look at because they're so pure and innocent and so full of life.

            "Trunks, are you okay?"

            I stare at Chibi Gohan for a moment before coming to my senses.

            "I'm fine Gohan. Go back to bed."

            He crawled up next to me in my bed instead, and a lump started to form in my throat, tears threatening to overpour again.

            "No. You're not okay."

            For a moment I find how ironic it is that this eleven-year old is telling me how I feel, but he's right. I'm  not okay.

            I nodded my head, lost in thoughts.

            "I just had a bad dream." I answered softly.

            "Why don't you tell me about it? It might help." Gohan recommends smiling at me.

            "Not in this case it won't." I say with a bitter laugh.

            "Okay..." Gohan murmers softly. "But I don't want you crying in your sleep anymore. It hurts."

            I frowned.

            "What do you mean it hurts?"

            "Everyone knows you're sad for some reason Trunks-kun. We want to help you." Gohan explained.

            "Gohan... I lost someone I loved very much... I'm partially to blame for h- their death... And know I've met someone that is almost exactly like them. And it hurts me to look at them, because I'm afraid... I'm afraid I'm going to end up hurting them."

            Gohan looked down at the blanket on the bed, and played with a tiny hole in it.

            "It's me isn't it?" he asked, his voice in a tiny whisper.

            I felt tears build up in my eyes again, and few even fell onto his finger.

            "Trunks, I'm sorry that I hurt your heart."

            I was shocked.

            "No! No, Gohan. You don't hurt me! Not at all... It's just that..."

            "Tell me please Trunks. I'll be able to help you if I know the problem." Gohan pleaded.

            "I doubt that kid... But in my time... Mirai Gohan and I were in love."

            I could see Gohan's eyes widen a bit in  amazement.

            "He trained me, and he was hurt very badly because of my interference in a battle one day. And then... he left. He went alone on a fight without me with his injuries and he died..."

            The tears were pouring freely now.

            "And Gohan, God I miss him so much. It's all my fault."

            Suddenly Chibi Gohan was hugging me, I hiccuped a little.

            "It's not your fault Trunks. Not at all."

            "How can you know? How can you know that if Gohan had never met me, he would still be alive now?" I questioned.

            "Trunks, I think that Mirai Gohan would have rather lived one short life with you, then a million lives without you." Gohan whispered.

            "How can you know?" I questioned stupidly.

            "Because I am him in a sense, right?" Gohan smiled and leaned back. "Please don't cry anymore Trunks."

            I nodded still staring at him.

            "We better go to bed." Gohan said.

            I nodded again, and leaned back into my pillow. However, Gohan didn't leave. He snuggled up next to me and grinned.

            "Can I sleep here tonight Trunks-kun?"

            I smiled slightly at him.

            "If you want to, Gohan."

            "I do." and he shut his perfect obsidian eyes.

            And this time, I slept soundly.

            Author's Note: Okay, I lied this isn't going to be the last part. ^^ I think one or two more parts. The next one I think will have Mirai Trunks and Mirai Gohan meeting again after Mirai Trunks is killed by Cell. *cries* Anyway, I'll try and get that part out faster then I did this one. Email or review at vegetaztwin@hotmail.com