Chapter Three
After reading Gohan's letter, Trunks' face was overflowing with tears. Tears for his master, teacher, and friend. As well as tears for himself.
He knew he was going to die. He knew.
Trunks shook his head in amazement. He wanted more than anything to make Gohan proud of him, but how could Gohan ask him to get over his death so easily?
How am I supposed to make it without you, Gohan. I feel so helpless! I need you!
After crying quietly for several more minutes, Trunks continued looking through the box.
The next item he pulled out was an odd shape as well as extremely heavy. It was wrapped in blue cloth, kept in place by a length of twine. Curiously, Trunks unwrapped it, and much to his surprise.
"A sword??" He looked at it strangely for a few moments, then pulled the long sword from its orange sheath.
As he swung it several times, the sun glittered along the sharp edges of the weapon.
While placing the sword back into the sheath, he noticed a note folded and taped to it. He pulled it off gently and read the familiar handwriting.
"Trunks-
I know that a saiyan really has no need for a weapon, but my father and I have both had weapons to aid us. This sword is a perfect companion for you. It represents strength, determination, and pride. Just like you. Use it well.
Gohan"
Trunks slowly refolded the note and set the sword aside. Reaching back into the box, his hands found a stack of books. He smiled in spite of himself.
He would leave me books, wouldn't he? I guess this was his way of telling me to keep learning.even if he never got a chance to.
He glanced through the titles and found they were very diverse. Setting them next to the sword, he reached back into the box. His hand brushed against something that felt like.stone.
Frowning, he closed his fingers around it and brought it out. It was a round stone. Nothing unusual about it. About the size of his hand. He looked it over, seeking a clue- but found nothing.
Okay, Gohan.I think you've lost it.
Shrugging, he set it with the other items, and made a mental note to ask his mother about it later.
Next out of the box was a stack of pictures. Shuffling through them, he saw scenes of Gohan's family, his own, and the other Z warriors.
Even though Trunks didn't remember most of the people in the pictures, he had heard enough stories to know who was who.
He was amused to see a very young Gohan, as well as a very young Bulma. When he came upon one picture, he laughed out loud. And it felt good.
The picture was of Vegeta holding Trunks when he was a baby. A fistful of his father's unruly hair was grasped in a tiny baby fist. The look in the saiyan prince's eyes was one of embarrassment and anger.
But what shocked Trunks about the picture, was that his father was smiling. Although he didn't know very many details about his father, he did know that smiling was something that Vegeta never did. Smirk- yes. Smile-no.
But sure enough, there was a genuine smile on his face.
He continued looking through the pictures, and saw happiness on the faces of those now gone.
They had been happy. They had lived through many struggles, but still the good outweighed the bad.
Trunks suddenly felt lighter somehow. That was what he had always wanted, but had never had. Happiness. Peace. Harmony.
The only way to ensure these things was for him to destroy the ones who had caused the suffering. A strong sense of pride and determination filled his burdened heart.
He couldn't fail them.
He was the last hope.
He alone had the power to change the future.
"I understand, Gohan. The burden of freeing our world was passed from warrior to warrior, and the burden ends with me. I am the one it has been seeking.
My purpose is to bring peace and happiness back to the world; To bring light to those that have only seen darkness."
The newly awakened Trunks smiled upward, hoping Gohan had gotten his message. Suddenly, he felt an intense and familiar warmth fill his entire being.
He shut his eyes. Gohan had gotten his message. And as he promised, would always be watching over him, along with both of their fathers.
Opening his eyes, Trunks knew that he WAS the hope, the prince, and the future of his world. And he didn't plan on letting anyone down.
Well, there it it! Completed! ~whew~ Please review. To those anonymous reviews for the first two chapters ---please review again. My settings somehow had blocked anonymous reviews!!! ~_~ But anyway.
Oh- here are the rest of my stories, if u wanna read them!
Teenage Saiyans and Superheroes (G/V)
The Journal of Trunks Briefs (duh)
Forgetting and Remembering (T/ my character- not just romance)
The New Beginning (T/another of my characters)
The Threads of Destiny (G/V)
So long everyone! May the Force be with you.
Saiyan Lover ((Vegeta, Goku, Trunks, Gohan, and Goten included)
After reading Gohan's letter, Trunks' face was overflowing with tears. Tears for his master, teacher, and friend. As well as tears for himself.
He knew he was going to die. He knew.
Trunks shook his head in amazement. He wanted more than anything to make Gohan proud of him, but how could Gohan ask him to get over his death so easily?
How am I supposed to make it without you, Gohan. I feel so helpless! I need you!
After crying quietly for several more minutes, Trunks continued looking through the box.
The next item he pulled out was an odd shape as well as extremely heavy. It was wrapped in blue cloth, kept in place by a length of twine. Curiously, Trunks unwrapped it, and much to his surprise.
"A sword??" He looked at it strangely for a few moments, then pulled the long sword from its orange sheath.
As he swung it several times, the sun glittered along the sharp edges of the weapon.
While placing the sword back into the sheath, he noticed a note folded and taped to it. He pulled it off gently and read the familiar handwriting.
"Trunks-
I know that a saiyan really has no need for a weapon, but my father and I have both had weapons to aid us. This sword is a perfect companion for you. It represents strength, determination, and pride. Just like you. Use it well.
Gohan"
Trunks slowly refolded the note and set the sword aside. Reaching back into the box, his hands found a stack of books. He smiled in spite of himself.
He would leave me books, wouldn't he? I guess this was his way of telling me to keep learning.even if he never got a chance to.
He glanced through the titles and found they were very diverse. Setting them next to the sword, he reached back into the box. His hand brushed against something that felt like.stone.
Frowning, he closed his fingers around it and brought it out. It was a round stone. Nothing unusual about it. About the size of his hand. He looked it over, seeking a clue- but found nothing.
Okay, Gohan.I think you've lost it.
Shrugging, he set it with the other items, and made a mental note to ask his mother about it later.
Next out of the box was a stack of pictures. Shuffling through them, he saw scenes of Gohan's family, his own, and the other Z warriors.
Even though Trunks didn't remember most of the people in the pictures, he had heard enough stories to know who was who.
He was amused to see a very young Gohan, as well as a very young Bulma. When he came upon one picture, he laughed out loud. And it felt good.
The picture was of Vegeta holding Trunks when he was a baby. A fistful of his father's unruly hair was grasped in a tiny baby fist. The look in the saiyan prince's eyes was one of embarrassment and anger.
But what shocked Trunks about the picture, was that his father was smiling. Although he didn't know very many details about his father, he did know that smiling was something that Vegeta never did. Smirk- yes. Smile-no.
But sure enough, there was a genuine smile on his face.
He continued looking through the pictures, and saw happiness on the faces of those now gone.
They had been happy. They had lived through many struggles, but still the good outweighed the bad.
Trunks suddenly felt lighter somehow. That was what he had always wanted, but had never had. Happiness. Peace. Harmony.
The only way to ensure these things was for him to destroy the ones who had caused the suffering. A strong sense of pride and determination filled his burdened heart.
He couldn't fail them.
He was the last hope.
He alone had the power to change the future.
"I understand, Gohan. The burden of freeing our world was passed from warrior to warrior, and the burden ends with me. I am the one it has been seeking.
My purpose is to bring peace and happiness back to the world; To bring light to those that have only seen darkness."
The newly awakened Trunks smiled upward, hoping Gohan had gotten his message. Suddenly, he felt an intense and familiar warmth fill his entire being.
He shut his eyes. Gohan had gotten his message. And as he promised, would always be watching over him, along with both of their fathers.
Opening his eyes, Trunks knew that he WAS the hope, the prince, and the future of his world. And he didn't plan on letting anyone down.
Well, there it it! Completed! ~whew~ Please review. To those anonymous reviews for the first two chapters ---please review again. My settings somehow had blocked anonymous reviews!!! ~_~ But anyway.
Oh- here are the rest of my stories, if u wanna read them!
Teenage Saiyans and Superheroes (G/V)
The Journal of Trunks Briefs (duh)
Forgetting and Remembering (T/ my character- not just romance)
The New Beginning (T/another of my characters)
The Threads of Destiny (G/V)
So long everyone! May the Force be with you.
Saiyan Lover ((Vegeta, Goku, Trunks, Gohan, and Goten included)