Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ *whispers rocking backwards and forward in her
personal Black Abyss*
A/n: Does any one even read these? I don't care. This is kind of AU now, (Goten will have gotten stronger nor had his haircut) there was meant to be a poem in the last chapter, but I kind of forgot to put it in... oh well. It's in the future now. Unless I see the kid Buu saga, but I have not yet. Thank you for reviewing the last chapter Chibi- Gotens-Gurl, Punkizorange and Meru! This kind of took me too long to write because I got writers block, but I wrote two other chapters in the story. Sorry! This chapter dedicated to Phil. May he RIP. Well R&R!
Lost Time and Dried Tears
Goten sat on his bed, he looked at the photo beside his bed, it had been taken just before Buu had attacked. It was perfect that photo, no one had known hurt in so long and then that memory were given back to them with force than before. Perhaps that picture wasn't so perfect after all, he was in it and his father was missing. Though he and his father looked a like, Goten lacked one thing in common with Goku he wasn't so trusting. He wouldn't trust some one who was evil and now he didn't trust himself. His soul to him had been infected with darkness of pain; torn and ripped he was expected to go on as normal. No one had noticed his pain.
Those three years had been like yesterday, the hole inside him never filling up. Three years ago was when he had turned from an innocent child to a guilty adult. (A/n not an adult but my English teacher was talking about how people have a turning point in there lives and they grow up. Therefore, I thought this could be Goten's! n_n) He had fallen from the light of hope into the dark caves of depression. He hadn't cried though not ever in those three years, it wasn't because he didn't want to but if he ever was caught they would find out and they would try to help. They would plunge there hand into the depths of his depression to help him, but he would end up pulling them in with him. His mother would worry about him constantly, his father too, but silently and Gohan would too. He did not want to put them through that; he wanted them to be happy. So instead of drowning them to he swam further down into his murky ocean. If one were to roll up Goten's sleeves, they would find out what he had been doing to keep the tears at bay. The scars up his arms were numerous, some faded in time others newer and redder.
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Trunks sent another blow to Goten's abdomen, sending him hurtling into the ground. "What's with you today, Goten? You could have blocked that punch easily." Trunks protested, he wanted to spar Goten at his best, not when he was not trying.
"It's been three years to the day you know?" Goten sighed picking himself up off the ground.
"Three years since what?" Trunks was confused, he knew it had been three years since he had fought Buu, but it didn't seem like he was talking about that.
"Three years since she died." Goten said barely above a whisper.
"But Goten your moms back now. If you don't remember we wished her back with the dragon balls." Trunks was still confused why was he so upset over the anniversary of his mothers' death even though she had been wished back.
"It's the memory though."
"I know it is a bad memory. It was the first time we faced death, but you must dwell on the past." Trunks did not understand, he had not seen his own mother die before his eyes.
"What if the past dwell inside?" Goten asked, his face grim, before taking to the skies. Thus leaving Trunks in an enigma.
"Don't leave. . . Goten!" It was too late so trunks followed him into the sunset.
Goten sat on the cliff face, his legs dangling off the edge. He sat so close to death yet so far. One wrong move and it could all be over. A tremor of the earthquake that had hit him three years ago resurfaced. He had came here every year on the anniversary that he had seen his mother die. The anniversary of his failure. This was the cannon where he had failed. Where his childish mind had shattered. Its world of rainbow colours faded into a black and white silent movie. A horror movie. He watched the sunset behind the pillars of rocks. Its golden flames of hope setting as the darkness of the world mingled with it, the sky turning a pinkish red. Those flames were reaching out for him and yet he could not grasp them, so he stayed as the night to its shadow hold upon half of the earth. The first bright star of the night could be seen on the horizon, a beacon in the dark to all those who were lost. Goten watched as more stars were speckled across the midnight blue sky. He smiled taking off back home, this was one of the things that had kept him from going insane.
Trunks watched as Goten flew in the direction of home, why had Goten come to this place? Was he really that depressed? There was something that wasn't right, he was going to find out what was wrong with his best friend, and if he could help him, he would. With that thought, Trunks too took off home.
Goten looked behind him and noticed a shooting star in the distance, well it would of looked like that to a normal human but he knew it was Trunks. He felt a surge of guilt run through him, he shouldn't have been so nasty to Trunks earlier. Somebody still cared about him.
A/n: Does any one even read these? I don't care. This is kind of AU now, (Goten will have gotten stronger nor had his haircut) there was meant to be a poem in the last chapter, but I kind of forgot to put it in... oh well. It's in the future now. Unless I see the kid Buu saga, but I have not yet. Thank you for reviewing the last chapter Chibi- Gotens-Gurl, Punkizorange and Meru! This kind of took me too long to write because I got writers block, but I wrote two other chapters in the story. Sorry! This chapter dedicated to Phil. May he RIP. Well R&R!
Lost Time and Dried Tears
Goten sat on his bed, he looked at the photo beside his bed, it had been taken just before Buu had attacked. It was perfect that photo, no one had known hurt in so long and then that memory were given back to them with force than before. Perhaps that picture wasn't so perfect after all, he was in it and his father was missing. Though he and his father looked a like, Goten lacked one thing in common with Goku he wasn't so trusting. He wouldn't trust some one who was evil and now he didn't trust himself. His soul to him had been infected with darkness of pain; torn and ripped he was expected to go on as normal. No one had noticed his pain.
Those three years had been like yesterday, the hole inside him never filling up. Three years ago was when he had turned from an innocent child to a guilty adult. (A/n not an adult but my English teacher was talking about how people have a turning point in there lives and they grow up. Therefore, I thought this could be Goten's! n_n) He had fallen from the light of hope into the dark caves of depression. He hadn't cried though not ever in those three years, it wasn't because he didn't want to but if he ever was caught they would find out and they would try to help. They would plunge there hand into the depths of his depression to help him, but he would end up pulling them in with him. His mother would worry about him constantly, his father too, but silently and Gohan would too. He did not want to put them through that; he wanted them to be happy. So instead of drowning them to he swam further down into his murky ocean. If one were to roll up Goten's sleeves, they would find out what he had been doing to keep the tears at bay. The scars up his arms were numerous, some faded in time others newer and redder.
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Trunks sent another blow to Goten's abdomen, sending him hurtling into the ground. "What's with you today, Goten? You could have blocked that punch easily." Trunks protested, he wanted to spar Goten at his best, not when he was not trying.
"It's been three years to the day you know?" Goten sighed picking himself up off the ground.
"Three years since what?" Trunks was confused, he knew it had been three years since he had fought Buu, but it didn't seem like he was talking about that.
"Three years since she died." Goten said barely above a whisper.
"But Goten your moms back now. If you don't remember we wished her back with the dragon balls." Trunks was still confused why was he so upset over the anniversary of his mothers' death even though she had been wished back.
"It's the memory though."
"I know it is a bad memory. It was the first time we faced death, but you must dwell on the past." Trunks did not understand, he had not seen his own mother die before his eyes.
"What if the past dwell inside?" Goten asked, his face grim, before taking to the skies. Thus leaving Trunks in an enigma.
"Don't leave. . . Goten!" It was too late so trunks followed him into the sunset.
Goten sat on the cliff face, his legs dangling off the edge. He sat so close to death yet so far. One wrong move and it could all be over. A tremor of the earthquake that had hit him three years ago resurfaced. He had came here every year on the anniversary that he had seen his mother die. The anniversary of his failure. This was the cannon where he had failed. Where his childish mind had shattered. Its world of rainbow colours faded into a black and white silent movie. A horror movie. He watched the sunset behind the pillars of rocks. Its golden flames of hope setting as the darkness of the world mingled with it, the sky turning a pinkish red. Those flames were reaching out for him and yet he could not grasp them, so he stayed as the night to its shadow hold upon half of the earth. The first bright star of the night could be seen on the horizon, a beacon in the dark to all those who were lost. Goten watched as more stars were speckled across the midnight blue sky. He smiled taking off back home, this was one of the things that had kept him from going insane.
Trunks watched as Goten flew in the direction of home, why had Goten come to this place? Was he really that depressed? There was something that wasn't right, he was going to find out what was wrong with his best friend, and if he could help him, he would. With that thought, Trunks too took off home.
Goten looked behind him and noticed a shooting star in the distance, well it would of looked like that to a normal human but he knew it was Trunks. He felt a surge of guilt run through him, he shouldn't have been so nasty to Trunks earlier. Somebody still cared about him.
