Chapter 2
"Trunks, sweetheart, wake up." He heard a voice talking to him, but trying to open his eyes hurt too much. "Trunks, sweetie, come on. It's your mommy."
He felt a cool hand against his forehead and reluctantly opened his eyes. Bulma was standing over him, her eyes filled with concern.
He rubbed his eyes sleepily and tried to push away the heavy weight on his heart.
"What is it, Mom?" She smiled gently and sat down next to him on the bed. She glanced over at the wall and her smile became a frown.
Trunks gulped, remembering how he had beaten the wall in anger the night before.
The last thing he needed right now was to have his mother angry at him. She was all he had. Since Gohan had left him. She shook her head.
"Trunks, next time.go outside. Okay, sweetie?" Trunks looked at his mother curiously.
Normally she would have scolded him without remorse. But apparently Gohan's death was taking its toll on her as well. She stood up, and Trunks was almost positive he saw a tear creep down her cheek.
She cleared her throat. "Chi Chi brought over some of.Gohan's things."
At the mention of his former master, Trunks felt more tears well up. He turned himself over and angrily closed her eyes.
"Why?" Bulma sighed.
"Stop acting like your father, Trunks!" His eyes snapped open in surprise. She never talked about his father.
"Sweetie, Gohan wrote a will, okay? And he left you some of his things. Now quit being so arrogant and come downstairs. Besides, breakfast is ready."
With that, she left the room. Trunks blinked. He sat up and brushed the silky lavender hair from his eyes.
He slowly walked down to the kitchen, each step feeling like he was carrying an enormous weight on his shoulders.
A weight that felt as if it would haunt him forever
Trunks carefully opened the cardboard box that was now sitting beside him on the floor. After the last flap was removed, he saw an envelope with his name on it.
He picked it up carefully, as if it were made of glass. The handwriting was unmistakable. He would know it anywhere.
His throat became tight, and he found it hard to breath as he peeled open the seal. He pulled out several sheets of paper folded together like a letter.
His eyes were wet before he got past the first line.
"Dear Trunks,
Hey little bro! Well, if you're reading this it means I have gone to join our fathers in other world.
Don't worry, I'll be sure to tell Vegeta what a strong young man you're becoming. Your father would be very proud of you, Trunks.
Of course he would never admit it to anyone. That's just the way he was. You are like him in a lot of ways. You have determination, pride, strength, and bravery. He had all of those traits as well.
Although he sometimes took his pride a bit too far. Okay, maybe a lot too far. But I still respected him. He showed more dedication to his goals than anyone I've ever known.
But you, Trunks, are also different from your father. We have Bulma to thank for that. From her, you got your wisdom, genius, generosity, and wit.
Trunks, I know you never knew Vegeta, and he's not an easy person to describe. I wish I could tell you more.
Your mom will tell you about him I'm sure, but not yet. She'll tell you when you're both ready.
I know I'm going to die soon, Trunks. Don't ask me how, I just know. I have only one wish, only one thing I want you to do for me.
Do not despair. Do not give up hope- ever! I was never the hope of this world, so my absence should not affect the destiny of our world- whatever it may be.
You are all that is needed for the destruction of the androids and the rebirth of our world. You are a super saiyan, Trunks. You are so close!
Maybe my death will give you that extra push you need. So in a way, I guess I am the hope of this world.
But only through my death will I have a lasting effect. Please, Trunks, beat the androids. Live your life without me. I will be watching over you, and I believe in you.
Do not loose hope, son of Vegeta, former prince of the Saiyans. Now you are the hope, the prince, and the future of this world, of the Saiyans, and of me.
Carry on our legacy, my prince and pupil. You have many angels watching over you- remember that.
Someday, you will join us, too.
Until that day, young Trunks-
Your best friend,
Son Gohan"
Sorry both chapters are so short. I'm not really sure where I'll go w/ this fic after chapter 3. Maybe that'll be all. Please review and give me suggestions! This is the first time I've posted any of my work, and I want to know what you think!! ^_^
"Trunks, sweetheart, wake up." He heard a voice talking to him, but trying to open his eyes hurt too much. "Trunks, sweetie, come on. It's your mommy."
He felt a cool hand against his forehead and reluctantly opened his eyes. Bulma was standing over him, her eyes filled with concern.
He rubbed his eyes sleepily and tried to push away the heavy weight on his heart.
"What is it, Mom?" She smiled gently and sat down next to him on the bed. She glanced over at the wall and her smile became a frown.
Trunks gulped, remembering how he had beaten the wall in anger the night before.
The last thing he needed right now was to have his mother angry at him. She was all he had. Since Gohan had left him. She shook her head.
"Trunks, next time.go outside. Okay, sweetie?" Trunks looked at his mother curiously.
Normally she would have scolded him without remorse. But apparently Gohan's death was taking its toll on her as well. She stood up, and Trunks was almost positive he saw a tear creep down her cheek.
She cleared her throat. "Chi Chi brought over some of.Gohan's things."
At the mention of his former master, Trunks felt more tears well up. He turned himself over and angrily closed her eyes.
"Why?" Bulma sighed.
"Stop acting like your father, Trunks!" His eyes snapped open in surprise. She never talked about his father.
"Sweetie, Gohan wrote a will, okay? And he left you some of his things. Now quit being so arrogant and come downstairs. Besides, breakfast is ready."
With that, she left the room. Trunks blinked. He sat up and brushed the silky lavender hair from his eyes.
He slowly walked down to the kitchen, each step feeling like he was carrying an enormous weight on his shoulders.
A weight that felt as if it would haunt him forever
Trunks carefully opened the cardboard box that was now sitting beside him on the floor. After the last flap was removed, he saw an envelope with his name on it.
He picked it up carefully, as if it were made of glass. The handwriting was unmistakable. He would know it anywhere.
His throat became tight, and he found it hard to breath as he peeled open the seal. He pulled out several sheets of paper folded together like a letter.
His eyes were wet before he got past the first line.
"Dear Trunks,
Hey little bro! Well, if you're reading this it means I have gone to join our fathers in other world.
Don't worry, I'll be sure to tell Vegeta what a strong young man you're becoming. Your father would be very proud of you, Trunks.
Of course he would never admit it to anyone. That's just the way he was. You are like him in a lot of ways. You have determination, pride, strength, and bravery. He had all of those traits as well.
Although he sometimes took his pride a bit too far. Okay, maybe a lot too far. But I still respected him. He showed more dedication to his goals than anyone I've ever known.
But you, Trunks, are also different from your father. We have Bulma to thank for that. From her, you got your wisdom, genius, generosity, and wit.
Trunks, I know you never knew Vegeta, and he's not an easy person to describe. I wish I could tell you more.
Your mom will tell you about him I'm sure, but not yet. She'll tell you when you're both ready.
I know I'm going to die soon, Trunks. Don't ask me how, I just know. I have only one wish, only one thing I want you to do for me.
Do not despair. Do not give up hope- ever! I was never the hope of this world, so my absence should not affect the destiny of our world- whatever it may be.
You are all that is needed for the destruction of the androids and the rebirth of our world. You are a super saiyan, Trunks. You are so close!
Maybe my death will give you that extra push you need. So in a way, I guess I am the hope of this world.
But only through my death will I have a lasting effect. Please, Trunks, beat the androids. Live your life without me. I will be watching over you, and I believe in you.
Do not loose hope, son of Vegeta, former prince of the Saiyans. Now you are the hope, the prince, and the future of this world, of the Saiyans, and of me.
Carry on our legacy, my prince and pupil. You have many angels watching over you- remember that.
Someday, you will join us, too.
Until that day, young Trunks-
Your best friend,
Son Gohan"
Sorry both chapters are so short. I'm not really sure where I'll go w/ this fic after chapter 3. Maybe that'll be all. Please review and give me suggestions! This is the first time I've posted any of my work, and I want to know what you think!! ^_^