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Chapter Two- Just Leave
Trunks and Gohan soared home, happy. Both of them forgot the temporary danger of their world, as they found joy in themselves. Forgotten was the pain, the humiliation, the never healing wounds, the hatred, the violence, the fear. All of it was gone in that moment, when they couldn't reach beyond the feelings of love and life.
But it was forbidden to last.
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Bulma was lost in her thoughts as she set the table for three. She wasn't there physically. She was within her mind completely, as she dreaded the task that was coming. To make Son Gohan go away.
It pained her, badly. If someone had told her back on Namek she was going to be driving that sweet little boy away, she would have laughed and called them a crazy fool. But then if someone would have told her that her childhood friend, Son Goku would be killed by a virus, she would have died laughing. And then if they had persisted at telling them that soon after all her friends would be slaughtered by heartless machines...
It was too much for her to bear, and she fell into the chair next to her, sobbing her heart out. She didn't want Trunks and Gohan to end up that way. She couldn't let them end up that way, lost to all the world. No matter what the cost.
"Why Kami?" Bulma cried out. "Why are they the only ones that can save our world?"
Then she heard the door open, and laughted floated up to her. Bulma stood quickly and rubbed her eyes on her shirt sleeve.
Gohan and Trunks tumbled into the room, their cheeks both red, and smiles painted on their face.
"Hi Mom." Trunks said, hugging her. "Have you been crying?" he asked, a look of concern temporary crossing his face.
Bulma shook her head as she went into the kitchen to grab the hot meal.
Gohan and Trunks seated themselves.
"Will your mom be okay with us?" Gohan whispered to the younger demi-saiyan.
Trunks grinned, enthustically.
"Why wouldn't she be?"
Gohan looked uncertain though as Bulma walked back into the room. She was acting strangely, even Trunks had to admit that. She seemed... distant and cold tonight.
The dinner was a silent meal. Little was said, though Trunks attempted several conversations that would usually get his mother talking for hours. But she did little more then shrug at all his questions.
Finally after cleaning the kitchen, watching some TV, and various other things, Bulma asked Trunks to go get ready for bed. The fourteen-year-old scowled at being treated like a child, but did as his mother commanded. He gave Gohan a tiny hug on his way out, and then raced into his bedroom.
Bulma sighed, as she stepped closer to the door, regretting what she was going to have to tell Gohan in this moment.
"Gohan, may I talk to you for a moment?" Bulma asked quietly.
Gohan looked up at her from where he was kneeling by the door, putting his boots back on.
"Yes?" he answered, preparing himself for what he excepted to hear about.
"Gohan... You and my son are in love, aren't you?" Bulma questioned, her voice getting ever smaller.
Gohan stood, and looked down at the blue-haired woman who had always been like a second mother to him.
"Yes Bulma. We are." he answered truthfully, waiting for her desicion.
"Then that makes what I have to say even harder... I want you to leave Trunks alone, Gohan. Don't train him anymore, don't come over here. Stay away, leave him alone." Bulma said firmly, wincing at the pain that was showing in Gohan's child-like eyes.
"Bulma... Why? I promise I won't hurt Trunks in anyway..." Gohan desperately tried to reason with her.
"Gohan. You can't keep that promise. Not in this world. Our whole planet's falling apart at the seam, it's full of pain and agony, and you're not going to help Trunks be saved from it. You're going to end up hurting him worse!" Bulma choked back the tears that were gathering in her own pale blue eyes.
Gohan stared at the ground, ignoring the stabbing pain in his chest.
"Bulma, it's me. It's Son Gohan. The kid that you had all the adventures with-"
"Just leave."
Bulma felt the words sting the air even as they left her mouth, and she immediatley regretted it. She knew she had been too harsh.
Gohan stared at her for a moment, his eyes shining with hurt and innocence, unable to understand why she wanted him gone.
"Yes ma'am... Thank you for everything Mrs. Briefs." Gohan said, emotionless.
Bulma felt one of the tears sneak out of one corner of her eye. Never had he called her Mrs. Briefs. They had been too good of friends for such formalities.
Gohan nodded once to her, as he gently shut the door.
Then the pain overwhelmed as he took off into the night sky. He cried out to the stars that winked above him. Tears rolled down his face freely, as he sobbed for the love he had quickly found and just as quickly lost. The sky thundered above him, threatening to pour it's contents to the ground, but he didn't care.
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Trunks stared out the window, a look of confusion crossing his face. Gohan's chi was racing all over the place. He didn't understand what was the matter. He hadn't been wounded during training, could something else happen to him. He raced down to see his mom crying.
"Mom... Mom, what happened? Did something happen? What's the matter with Gohan?"
Bulma looked up at her son and then hugged him.
"Trunks, Gohan's not coming back. He's not coming over here anymore." Bulma explained to him.
"What? No! You're lying! Gohan would have told me!" Trunks yelled, pushing her away.
"No, I told him not to come back."
"Why? Why!?" Trunks yelled, and then raced into his room and fell on his bed crying.
He felt helpless and alone.
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