Trunks lay on his bed, staring at the picture of himself and Catie. He
sighed deeply, hating the feeling of being lonely. He missed her terribly.
*Why'd you leave me?* He thought to himself. *Damn that Chichi. If she would've just kept to herself and left Lindsey alone . . .*
He shook his head and rolled over, burying his face into the pillow.
"Trunks, lunch is ready," Bulma said, opening the door to his room. "Trunks?"
"Go away, Mom. I'm not hungry," Trunks answered.
"Why not?" she asked, suddenly becoming worried. Saiyans never turned down food.
"I just want to be left alone, okay?" Trunks snapped, sitting up suddenly.
Bulma backed down. "Okay. But if you want anything, it's there." Then she turned and left the room.
He laid his head back down. Then his phone rang.
"What?" he snapped.
"Trunks?"
Trunks sighed and softened his voice. "Hey Gohan. How are you doin'?"
"I'm losing my mind."
"Same here."
"I just don't understand," Gohan sighed. "I mean, why would Mom yell at her like that? She didn't do anything! I'm just as guilty as she is."
"Whoa, stop," Trunks said. "You guys aren't GUILTY of anything. If anyone's guilty for something, it's your mom because she was the one that spazzed out. The only person who is to blame for any of this is her."
"Dad and her said something about going out to dinner tonight," Gohan said. "They want me to go with them. I don't know why. I mean, how is it that they get to be happy and everything while my life is a living hell?"
"Maybe your mom wants to apologize."
Gohan scoffed. "I doubt that."
"You never know," Trunks said and flipped over onto his back. "I just want to see Catie again. It's awful without her here. It's too quiet. She and Jenny kept things so . . . alive . . . when they were here."
"I know what you mean," Gohan said. "Everything just seems gloomy without them."
"How did they do this to us?"
Gohan chuckled. "I have no idea."
"Well, look, man, Mom offered me some lunch and my stomach's hurting, so I'm going to go eat something. Let me know how things go, all right?"
"Okay. See ya, Trunks."
"Bye."
*~*~*~*~*~
Gohan slumped back in his chair at the restaurant that night. Goten chattered on happily, excited that they were eating out. Chichi nervously wrung her napkin in her hands while Goku studied the menu. After they ordered, Gohan sighed and asked, "So what was the big to do about all this?"
"Gohan, your mother and I wanted to talk to you about something. It's about Lindsey," Goku started.
"I think you all have said quite enough," Gohan spat, staring daggers at his mom.
"Gohan, we've been talking," Goku continued in his ever-calm voice. "And we would like to know what kind of a wedding you and Lindsey want."
"What I want is . . ." Gohan started to snap, then he froze and blinked. "What?"
"What kind of a wedding do you want?" Chichi asked. She smiled.
"You mean . . .?"
"Gohan, I was wrong before," Chichi said. "It's just hard for me to think of you as an adult now. But Goku and I have discussed it and I believe that you are more than old enough to make this kind of a decision." She paused and sighed. "And I'm sorry for all of the horrible things I said about Lindsey. She is a sweet girl and you deserve her."
"Mom," Gohan started, then paused, not sure of what to say. "Thank you."
Chichi managed a weak smile, even though her eyes were beginning to tear.
"So, do you know what kind of a wedding you want?" Goku asked excitedly.
"I hadn't really thought about it," Gohan said. "I would imagine that Lindsey would want to be married in the US."
Goku nodded. "That's fine. I understand that."
"And . . ." Gohan said thoughtfully, looking up at the ceiling. "Well, I don't really know anything about weddings."
Goku laughed. "Neither do I."
Chichi shook her head. "I guess it's up to me."
"So, when do I get to see Lindsey to tell her?" Gohan asked. "I'd rather tell her in person."
"Day after tomorrow," Goku said. "We've got the plane tickets. We just have to pack."
"And what about Trunks? And Seventeen? And Piccolo?" Gohan asked.
"They're all coming, too," Chichi said. "Everyone's going."
"You guys are the best parents in the world!" Gohan exclaimed and jumped up to hug both of them. Then he sat back down.
"All right!" Goku cried. "Food's here!"
The rest of the meal was spent chatting over when the wedding would be and where and all that kind of stuff. Nothing was officially decided, however. But Gohan didn't care.
*It's really gonna happen!* he thought as he ate. *I am finally getting married.*
*~*~*~*~*~
Yeah, this chapter was kind'a short, too. Oh well. More excitement in the next chapters hopefully. CIAO!
*Why'd you leave me?* He thought to himself. *Damn that Chichi. If she would've just kept to herself and left Lindsey alone . . .*
He shook his head and rolled over, burying his face into the pillow.
"Trunks, lunch is ready," Bulma said, opening the door to his room. "Trunks?"
"Go away, Mom. I'm not hungry," Trunks answered.
"Why not?" she asked, suddenly becoming worried. Saiyans never turned down food.
"I just want to be left alone, okay?" Trunks snapped, sitting up suddenly.
Bulma backed down. "Okay. But if you want anything, it's there." Then she turned and left the room.
He laid his head back down. Then his phone rang.
"What?" he snapped.
"Trunks?"
Trunks sighed and softened his voice. "Hey Gohan. How are you doin'?"
"I'm losing my mind."
"Same here."
"I just don't understand," Gohan sighed. "I mean, why would Mom yell at her like that? She didn't do anything! I'm just as guilty as she is."
"Whoa, stop," Trunks said. "You guys aren't GUILTY of anything. If anyone's guilty for something, it's your mom because she was the one that spazzed out. The only person who is to blame for any of this is her."
"Dad and her said something about going out to dinner tonight," Gohan said. "They want me to go with them. I don't know why. I mean, how is it that they get to be happy and everything while my life is a living hell?"
"Maybe your mom wants to apologize."
Gohan scoffed. "I doubt that."
"You never know," Trunks said and flipped over onto his back. "I just want to see Catie again. It's awful without her here. It's too quiet. She and Jenny kept things so . . . alive . . . when they were here."
"I know what you mean," Gohan said. "Everything just seems gloomy without them."
"How did they do this to us?"
Gohan chuckled. "I have no idea."
"Well, look, man, Mom offered me some lunch and my stomach's hurting, so I'm going to go eat something. Let me know how things go, all right?"
"Okay. See ya, Trunks."
"Bye."
*~*~*~*~*~
Gohan slumped back in his chair at the restaurant that night. Goten chattered on happily, excited that they were eating out. Chichi nervously wrung her napkin in her hands while Goku studied the menu. After they ordered, Gohan sighed and asked, "So what was the big to do about all this?"
"Gohan, your mother and I wanted to talk to you about something. It's about Lindsey," Goku started.
"I think you all have said quite enough," Gohan spat, staring daggers at his mom.
"Gohan, we've been talking," Goku continued in his ever-calm voice. "And we would like to know what kind of a wedding you and Lindsey want."
"What I want is . . ." Gohan started to snap, then he froze and blinked. "What?"
"What kind of a wedding do you want?" Chichi asked. She smiled.
"You mean . . .?"
"Gohan, I was wrong before," Chichi said. "It's just hard for me to think of you as an adult now. But Goku and I have discussed it and I believe that you are more than old enough to make this kind of a decision." She paused and sighed. "And I'm sorry for all of the horrible things I said about Lindsey. She is a sweet girl and you deserve her."
"Mom," Gohan started, then paused, not sure of what to say. "Thank you."
Chichi managed a weak smile, even though her eyes were beginning to tear.
"So, do you know what kind of a wedding you want?" Goku asked excitedly.
"I hadn't really thought about it," Gohan said. "I would imagine that Lindsey would want to be married in the US."
Goku nodded. "That's fine. I understand that."
"And . . ." Gohan said thoughtfully, looking up at the ceiling. "Well, I don't really know anything about weddings."
Goku laughed. "Neither do I."
Chichi shook her head. "I guess it's up to me."
"So, when do I get to see Lindsey to tell her?" Gohan asked. "I'd rather tell her in person."
"Day after tomorrow," Goku said. "We've got the plane tickets. We just have to pack."
"And what about Trunks? And Seventeen? And Piccolo?" Gohan asked.
"They're all coming, too," Chichi said. "Everyone's going."
"You guys are the best parents in the world!" Gohan exclaimed and jumped up to hug both of them. Then he sat back down.
"All right!" Goku cried. "Food's here!"
The rest of the meal was spent chatting over when the wedding would be and where and all that kind of stuff. Nothing was officially decided, however. But Gohan didn't care.
*It's really gonna happen!* he thought as he ate. *I am finally getting married.*
*~*~*~*~*~
Yeah, this chapter was kind'a short, too. Oh well. More excitement in the next chapters hopefully. CIAO!