Disclaimer: *sits and waits patiently for kfart to get Chibi Goten action figures so that Chibi Trunks won't have to be so lonely. (Goku's always training)* I can use my employee discount and pay 9 bucks rather than 10!
A/N: As promised, the second chapter.
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Petrified Tears
chapter 94
Blue eyes faced black, two souls set hard in what they had come to do. They seemed children, standing there, facing each other awkwardly, seemingly unsure of what to do. Indeed it seemed to be a scene from the past, little boys standing inside a ring too large for them, both wearing hard-edged-smiles and determined eyes, both knowing they wanted to win, but unsure exactly of the prize.
But something was off. This stand off was too serious to be that…maybe, reflections of the past, of what could have been. A boy with black hair, a man-child with black hair and black eyes, determined to protect all that matter to him against this hard-edged bastard, the alien prince, who stood only to take that away from him and claim it as his own.
But no, that wasn't right either. These men were too old for that, but too young to know the true meaning.
"You realize, of course, that you can't win," one called to the other with a smirk, crouching playfully, determined to make the best of this and not lose…not lose the battle, not lose anything.
The other smiled, mirroring the first. "That's what you think, Trunks," he called back, an echo from long ago, two children in a huge arena. The arena had changed around them, but it still dwarfed them. There was no out-of-bounds, there were no spectators.
This was no game, like it had once been, no matter how much they treated it like one.
Trunks smirked, black eyes flashed back at him.
"Then let's see what you're made of, Goten." vHad anyone been watching, they would have seen two sets of opponents as the two friends raced towards each other, forearm meeting forearm. They growled at each other, all pretensions of play falling away as they bared teeth and grimaced, bone grating against bone.
One, a set of little boys, playing for nothing that meant anything, other than to say they were better.
The other, a set of men, fighting for something worth protecting.
Each other.
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A/N: So it's short, I'm sorry. The next one's gonna either be a doosie, or a long series of short chaps...trust me.
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