disclaimers: Do I really have to? Sigh. I do not own DBZ....:(
This is Yaoi, boyxboy love.
Warnings: Hrm...lets see. Um...Nothing yet. Fluff warning. ^_^
PRESENT II
Trunks snapped from the dazed stupor he was in, those deep eyes still boring into his own. The president tore his vision from the young man's, leaning against the railing, staring at the distant moon. He felt the figure beside him and somehow, the mysterious stranger's presence caused him to relax considerably. He used the chance to study the man and his eyes grew to the size of saucers. He knew this person! Somewhere, sometime, he knew the man. Trunks was hit by a flash of memories but before he could locate a precise one, a voice snapped both men from their reveries; reveries about the other.
"Daddy?" a hesitant, perky voice floated on the fringes of air. Trunks turned to see a girl, no older than eight, standing in the warm light. Brunette locks tumbled to the white sash of the ribbon that tied around her waist. Her skin wasn't entirely bronzed nor white; a mix of both colors. It was her eyes that drew Trunks the most; the deepest most vibrant shade of blue he'd ever seen...the same blue that reflected his own. The girl, sure that the man wasn't a phantom, ran and lept into the proferred arms. She immediately closed her eyes. "You said you were only going to be a minute Daddy. Grandmom told me to come get you. Daddy...can we go now? I'm tired."
"I know you are, angel. We're going to leave right now Tora." The man bowed his head respectfully to Trunks before turning on his heel and leaving. Trunks was left with a barage of strange emotions, most of them from the past. A past that Trunks barely remembered, no..that was lie. He DID remember much of his past but one part. He never sought to recover those memories that had been erased from the amnesia but now he was wishing he had.
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Trunks rose from his bed, sheets tangled around his body. He groaned, hand reaching for the alarm clock at his beside table. He groped for it blindly, succeeding several minutes later and flung the clock against the wall where it shatterted in a thousand pieces. Trunks mentally kicked himself, forgetting his true strength; something he had to hide since there were no threats to the planet. Trunks didn't bother with the robe, didn't care about the cold air from the open window. Trunks kept having dreams about his past although he was unsure if they really were dreams. Trunks sighed as the hot water from the spray hit him. He wasn't sure he could go into work. He'd never missed a day in the entire time he took over as president but he was just too tired to do anything else but be lazy.
Stepping out, Trunks dressed in casual clothes. It wasn't entirely fall yet, the days were still somewhat warm. He zipped the khaki shorts and flung the burgundy Volcom hoodie over his head. Slipping into a pair of Etnies sneakers, he went downstairs to be greeted by his parents and his sister. Bulma raised an eyebrow and was about to speak when Vegeta gave her his death glare. Bura paused in eating the pancakes. "Hi! Your not going to work today, are you?"
"No but that doesn't mean I'm going to take you everywhere," Trunks huffed. "I'm going out. I'll get breakfast." He didn't bother with a reply. He just had to escape from the house before he was dogged with questions and pleads. Trunks took to the sky, not giving much thought to it. He heard several gasps but shrugged it aside. If those people did tell, they'd be regarded as lunatics. Imagine, a human flying! Trunks rolled his eyes. It was getting harder and harder each day to keep his true identity to himself. Sure, he had his parents, Bura and the Z senshi but they were always too busy with their private lives to bother with him.
Trunks took his to go bag of hashbrowns, egg and ham sandwhiches, a breakfast pizza, an order of cinnamuffins, sausage, and blueberry pancakes. He flew to Kado Park and settled himself onto the grass, spreading his food in front of him. Picking up one of the slices of pizza, he started to eat when a sound came from nearby. Trunks walked to the playground and he leaned against a tree, watching. It was the same man from the night before and the same small girl. Trunks was mesmerized by the how much the little girl's eyes were like his own. He shook his head, focusing on the man. There was something oddly familiar, as if had known the man from before. The girl was with several other children, their parents chattering with one another.
Trunks walked to the man and sat beside him on the bench. Trunks was hit with a rush of emotions. Where in the name of Kami did he know the man from? The man turned towards Trunks, chocolate eyes meeting blueberry. Trunks was the first to speak, "Ohayo."
Trunks thought he saw a brief flicker of pain etched in the murky orbs but it was quickly replaced by a beaming smile. Trunks had to stop himself from drooling. "Ohayo. Your the person from last night, ne?"
"Thats me. Cute kid."
"Arigatou. She's my little angel. After my other left me, I was stuck raising Tora, not that I minded."
Trunks wondered why the young man said, my other, and not my wife. Trunks was not one to dwell on his curiousity so he switched the topic. "I don't mean to sound strange but I just bought breakfast. It's too much for me to eat. Would you and Tora care to join?"
".....Alright. Tora!" He yelled. The small girl nodded and waved bye to her friends. "Oh, I'm Goten." (an: @_@)
Trunks shook the others hand. "Trunks Briefs." Trunks noted the pain once again. Had he squeezed his hand too hard? That couldn't have been it. Even from underneath the sweater and jeans, it was obvious that Goten had an extreme physicle power.
"Daddy!" Tora giggled, leaping into Goten's arms. She smiled impishly at Trunks. "Who are you?"
"I'm Trunks."
"Your cute!" She giggled again, pinching his nose. "You can call me Tora."
"How about...Chibi?"
"Chibi? Okay! Daddy, I have a nickname."
Goten nodded, hurt in his eyes. (an:wonder why) He set Tora onto the ground before following Trunks to the site of his breakfast endeavors. Tora waited for Goten to sit before landing in his lap. "You eat like Daddy!" Tora pointed out to the immense stacks of food as she reached for a biscuit.
Trunks was taken aback by the remark and then the blush on Goten's cheeks. Trunks had to admit, it made him appear much younger. Trunks couldn't shake the feeling that he had known Goten before. It gnawed at him, bitter as warm ale.
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Can you guess whats happening? can you guess who the little girl is the daughter of? ^_~ If not, you'll find out soon.
I'm aware some of you may be confused. Those snippets from Goten/Trunks past are just memories, broken fragments. But since one reviewer asked, I'll answer.
Goten and Goku were leaving because of Chichi. Do you remember in the first chapter about how she wouldn't let Goten go to Trunks on his birthday? Well, lets just say that Chichi became to oppressive and that made Goku and Goten leave. Hope that cleared it up.
Thanks for the reviews, minna! Its what keeps my muse fueled and my yami happy.
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This is Yaoi, boyxboy love.
Warnings: Hrm...lets see. Um...Nothing yet. Fluff warning. ^_^
PRESENT II
Trunks snapped from the dazed stupor he was in, those deep eyes still boring into his own. The president tore his vision from the young man's, leaning against the railing, staring at the distant moon. He felt the figure beside him and somehow, the mysterious stranger's presence caused him to relax considerably. He used the chance to study the man and his eyes grew to the size of saucers. He knew this person! Somewhere, sometime, he knew the man. Trunks was hit by a flash of memories but before he could locate a precise one, a voice snapped both men from their reveries; reveries about the other.
"Daddy?" a hesitant, perky voice floated on the fringes of air. Trunks turned to see a girl, no older than eight, standing in the warm light. Brunette locks tumbled to the white sash of the ribbon that tied around her waist. Her skin wasn't entirely bronzed nor white; a mix of both colors. It was her eyes that drew Trunks the most; the deepest most vibrant shade of blue he'd ever seen...the same blue that reflected his own. The girl, sure that the man wasn't a phantom, ran and lept into the proferred arms. She immediately closed her eyes. "You said you were only going to be a minute Daddy. Grandmom told me to come get you. Daddy...can we go now? I'm tired."
"I know you are, angel. We're going to leave right now Tora." The man bowed his head respectfully to Trunks before turning on his heel and leaving. Trunks was left with a barage of strange emotions, most of them from the past. A past that Trunks barely remembered, no..that was lie. He DID remember much of his past but one part. He never sought to recover those memories that had been erased from the amnesia but now he was wishing he had.
* * *
Trunks rose from his bed, sheets tangled around his body. He groaned, hand reaching for the alarm clock at his beside table. He groped for it blindly, succeeding several minutes later and flung the clock against the wall where it shatterted in a thousand pieces. Trunks mentally kicked himself, forgetting his true strength; something he had to hide since there were no threats to the planet. Trunks didn't bother with the robe, didn't care about the cold air from the open window. Trunks kept having dreams about his past although he was unsure if they really were dreams. Trunks sighed as the hot water from the spray hit him. He wasn't sure he could go into work. He'd never missed a day in the entire time he took over as president but he was just too tired to do anything else but be lazy.
Stepping out, Trunks dressed in casual clothes. It wasn't entirely fall yet, the days were still somewhat warm. He zipped the khaki shorts and flung the burgundy Volcom hoodie over his head. Slipping into a pair of Etnies sneakers, he went downstairs to be greeted by his parents and his sister. Bulma raised an eyebrow and was about to speak when Vegeta gave her his death glare. Bura paused in eating the pancakes. "Hi! Your not going to work today, are you?"
"No but that doesn't mean I'm going to take you everywhere," Trunks huffed. "I'm going out. I'll get breakfast." He didn't bother with a reply. He just had to escape from the house before he was dogged with questions and pleads. Trunks took to the sky, not giving much thought to it. He heard several gasps but shrugged it aside. If those people did tell, they'd be regarded as lunatics. Imagine, a human flying! Trunks rolled his eyes. It was getting harder and harder each day to keep his true identity to himself. Sure, he had his parents, Bura and the Z senshi but they were always too busy with their private lives to bother with him.
Trunks took his to go bag of hashbrowns, egg and ham sandwhiches, a breakfast pizza, an order of cinnamuffins, sausage, and blueberry pancakes. He flew to Kado Park and settled himself onto the grass, spreading his food in front of him. Picking up one of the slices of pizza, he started to eat when a sound came from nearby. Trunks walked to the playground and he leaned against a tree, watching. It was the same man from the night before and the same small girl. Trunks was mesmerized by the how much the little girl's eyes were like his own. He shook his head, focusing on the man. There was something oddly familiar, as if had known the man from before. The girl was with several other children, their parents chattering with one another.
Trunks walked to the man and sat beside him on the bench. Trunks was hit with a rush of emotions. Where in the name of Kami did he know the man from? The man turned towards Trunks, chocolate eyes meeting blueberry. Trunks was the first to speak, "Ohayo."
Trunks thought he saw a brief flicker of pain etched in the murky orbs but it was quickly replaced by a beaming smile. Trunks had to stop himself from drooling. "Ohayo. Your the person from last night, ne?"
"Thats me. Cute kid."
"Arigatou. She's my little angel. After my other left me, I was stuck raising Tora, not that I minded."
Trunks wondered why the young man said, my other, and not my wife. Trunks was not one to dwell on his curiousity so he switched the topic. "I don't mean to sound strange but I just bought breakfast. It's too much for me to eat. Would you and Tora care to join?"
".....Alright. Tora!" He yelled. The small girl nodded and waved bye to her friends. "Oh, I'm Goten." (an: @_@)
Trunks shook the others hand. "Trunks Briefs." Trunks noted the pain once again. Had he squeezed his hand too hard? That couldn't have been it. Even from underneath the sweater and jeans, it was obvious that Goten had an extreme physicle power.
"Daddy!" Tora giggled, leaping into Goten's arms. She smiled impishly at Trunks. "Who are you?"
"I'm Trunks."
"Your cute!" She giggled again, pinching his nose. "You can call me Tora."
"How about...Chibi?"
"Chibi? Okay! Daddy, I have a nickname."
Goten nodded, hurt in his eyes. (an:wonder why) He set Tora onto the ground before following Trunks to the site of his breakfast endeavors. Tora waited for Goten to sit before landing in his lap. "You eat like Daddy!" Tora pointed out to the immense stacks of food as she reached for a biscuit.
Trunks was taken aback by the remark and then the blush on Goten's cheeks. Trunks had to admit, it made him appear much younger. Trunks couldn't shake the feeling that he had known Goten before. It gnawed at him, bitter as warm ale.
* * *
Can you guess whats happening? can you guess who the little girl is the daughter of? ^_~ If not, you'll find out soon.
I'm aware some of you may be confused. Those snippets from Goten/Trunks past are just memories, broken fragments. But since one reviewer asked, I'll answer.
Goten and Goku were leaving because of Chichi. Do you remember in the first chapter about how she wouldn't let Goten go to Trunks on his birthday? Well, lets just say that Chichi became to oppressive and that made Goku and Goten leave. Hope that cleared it up.
Thanks for the reviews, minna! Its what keeps my muse fueled and my yami happy.
.