This was a weird idea that came to mind after I'd watched The History of Trunks for the twelfth time. Hey! FutureBoy! You're supposed to help me with the disclaimer.
Mirai Trunks: Do I look like your slave?
*evil grin*
MT:…Uh, don't answer that.
So get on with the disclaimer already!
MT:*sigh* Fine…Anshin does not own DBZ or any of the characters, except for the Chibi MT that pops up in her head every once in a while and Dende, who lives in her finger. She does own quite a bit of DBZ merchandise, though…
Okay, okay! That's enough! And about Dende-trust me, you don't want to know. My friend, sayinonsugarhigh, has Mr. PoPo in her finger. Now, On with the story!!!!
It was a clear, warm spring day, but none of the Z Warriors or their friends could be happy. They were all seated outside: Chichi and Gohan, Tien and Chiaotzu, Piccolo, Vegeta, Bulma and Trunks, Yamcha and Puar, Krillin, Master Roshi, Turtle and Oolong.
One was missing.
Fallen victim to the deadly heart virus, Goku was absent that day. His body lay in a casket before the group on the ground. Yamcha stood, a piece of paper in his hand, and proceeded to the front. He took his place to the left of the casket and drew in a deep breath.
Tears fell from Gohan's eyes as he buried his face in his mother's arm. Bulma, baby Trunks held tight against her chest, leaned against Vegeta. Yamcha began to speak.
"We are here today to mourn the death of one of our most beloved companions. I personally don't know why I'm the one to read this; Bulma should since she knew him longer than any of us." He paused and looked at Bulma. She smiled through teary eyes and said, "Just keep reading, you goose."
Yamcha smiled slightly and continued. "Son Goku was not only a powerful fighter, but a gentle loving, honest person, pure of heart and caring in every he could. He always got us through, even when hope was dim, and never gave up. Goku made us laugh, whether he meant to or not, and saved us all from certain death more than a few times. Even now, when our world is in peril, his spirit will push us through. Goku, we will all miss you."
Piccolo stood. Gohan looked up. "I'm sorry, kid, but it's just not my custom to hang around those that have passed on," Piccolo said, watching Gohan. Gohan jumped up, ran to Piccolo, and hugged him. Piccolo, although slightly startled, returned the gesture. The Namek then turned to leave, saying what he didn't know would be his last good bye to Gohan.
Yamcha, Tien, and Chiaotzu said their final farewells to Goku. Then they all turned, wished Chichi and Gohan good luck, and left. Puar followed Yamcha, but they both eventually parted and Puar returned to stay with Master Roshi.
Vegeta stood to leave, but Trunks began to wail uncontrollably. Bulma tried to comfort him, but it was no good. Vegeta turned and said, "Let me hold the child." Bulma hesitated, looking up at the father of her son, and handed the baby to Vegeta.
He took Trunks gently in his arms and began to rock him. Even as strong and arrogant as he was, he was a good father. Vegeta smiled and began to hum a song his mother had once sung to him. Trunks stopped crying and laughed. Bulma stood in amazement and was soon joined by Gohan and Chichi.
Vegeta walked over to Goku's casket, still holding Trunks. "Kakarot, we will meet again someday." He looked at Trunks and said, "Son, I am sorry you will never get the chance to see what a great man Gohan's father was."
Vegeta turned and walked back to Bulma. He gently placed Baby Trunks back in her arms. He looked at Gohan, who quickly wiped the tears from his eyes and tried to look strong.
"Gohan, there is no need to feign bravery and strength when you feel neither. Your father was a great man, as I you will also become." Gohan smiled, although he was confused. Vegeta was not normally a man of kind words. "When you become a man, you will be the strongest of them all. Should something happen to me, please train my son. As a prince, he should be as good a warrior as you or I…or your father." Vegeta then faced Bulma. "Bulma, you are the most magnificent woman I have ever known. I may not return to finish what I have begun…please take care of our son." With these parting words, the Prince of the Saiyans left.
Shortly thereafter, Master Roshi, Puar, Turtle, and Oolong left. Only Bulma, Trunks, Chichi and Gohan remained.
Chichi kneeled and hugged Gohan. "Oh, son, I never though you would see this day when you were so young…"
Gohan remembered what Vegeta said, and quite suddenly felt both strong and brave. He could almost feel his father's presence. "Mom…we should go dig his grave now." Gohan said quietly. Chichi stood, wiped her eyes, and said, "yes. We should."
"Honey, I've already done it," Chichi's father, the Ox King said, stepping around the corner.
They laid Goku's casket in the grave and replaced the soil. A headstone was placed. Gohan stepped back to read the epitaph as everyone else went into the house. It read:
Son Goku
Should we need help:
A caring touch
A strong hand
A calming word
Your spirit will forever guide us.
No dates were given; none were needed. From that day forward, Gohan's mind was set to be just like his father, the great Super Saiyan, Son Goku.
Well? Whaddya think? Hopefully I'll get part two of this 'Future Chronicles' thing written soon. FutureBoy's helping me write it, and he's mad at me for chaining him to the wall with ki-resistant chains…again. Please R&R!
-Anshin d;D