The Hope, The Prince, and The Future
Chapter 1
Trunks lay awake in his bed, looking longingly out the window at the stars above. Longing to be one of those beautiful twinkling lights.
He blinked his cerulean eyes, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to overflow from his eyelids. But the young half saiyan was fighting a loosing battle.
He had too many emotions swirling in his head to keep them behind a dam. He punched the fluffy pillow in anger, and allowed the tears to fall. All of the anger, sorrow, guilt, and despair he had felt for the past three days threatened to consume him.
He buried his face in the dent that his fist had moments before formed in the pillow. Racking sobs escaped from his chest, and he didn't care who heard him.
All he cared about was having Gohan back. Without him, there was nothing. No hope, no light, no strength. Even the consolation that he too was a super saiyan didn't help.
Gohan had been a super saiyan. And now he was dead. Why? Just because of some damn androids!
Trunks began banging his fist repeatedly on the wall, leaving it looking like a crater.
They couldn't be this strong!! It just wasn't fair! He punched the wall one last time, and then curled up in a ball.
He lay crying until dawn, when he finally fell into a nightmare-laden sleep; his brain numb, cheeks stained, heart broken, and knuckles raw.
Chapter 1
Trunks lay awake in his bed, looking longingly out the window at the stars above. Longing to be one of those beautiful twinkling lights.
He blinked his cerulean eyes, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to overflow from his eyelids. But the young half saiyan was fighting a loosing battle.
He had too many emotions swirling in his head to keep them behind a dam. He punched the fluffy pillow in anger, and allowed the tears to fall. All of the anger, sorrow, guilt, and despair he had felt for the past three days threatened to consume him.
He buried his face in the dent that his fist had moments before formed in the pillow. Racking sobs escaped from his chest, and he didn't care who heard him.
All he cared about was having Gohan back. Without him, there was nothing. No hope, no light, no strength. Even the consolation that he too was a super saiyan didn't help.
Gohan had been a super saiyan. And now he was dead. Why? Just because of some damn androids!
Trunks began banging his fist repeatedly on the wall, leaving it looking like a crater.
They couldn't be this strong!! It just wasn't fair! He punched the wall one last time, and then curled up in a ball.
He lay crying until dawn, when he finally fell into a nightmare-laden sleep; his brain numb, cheeks stained, heart broken, and knuckles raw.