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Mirai Trunks: We still love you VT.

VT: Ahh...thanks.

Mirai Gohan: Though it would be nicer if you would just get us back together and give us a happy ending already.

VT: What fun is that?

Chapter Three- Sick

Trunks sat in his room and stared out his window. The calm night had raged in a gusting storm. Trunks hoped that Gohan had gotten back to his apartment, or whatever shelter he was taking currently by now. Rain streamed down the glass panes, as though trying to reach in to the devestated boy. Thunder crashed over head, and lightning flashed across the velvety black sky, and still Trunks cried.

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Gohan threw open the door to his apartment angrily, and charged inside. He was sopping wet and dripping everywhere, but for the moment he didn't care. All he could see was Trunks's gentle eyes in his mind, and then the identical eyes that he had gotten from his mother, as she told him to 'Just leave.'

His room mate looked up from where he had fallen asleep on the couch, yawned and stretched.

"I didn't think you'd be coming back for awhile," the nineteen year boy said sitting up.

"I got thrown out." Gohan snapped back bitterly.

"What?" Brett said, pausing mid-stretch as a blank look came over his face.

"Bulma threw me out..." Gohan answered, walking into the bathroom to grab a towel for his hair.

"Why? You didn't just fly home in this storm did you!?" Brett asked, stunned.

Gohan peered out of the door, staring at the kid, that he had almost raised, none too well either.

Brett was Videl's little half brother. He had been with her when the androids attacked her home, and flown to the defense of course. But while he was fighting Eighteen, Seventeen had raped Videl to death. Gohan had come back horrified, just in time to save Brett from the same fate, but not soon enough to save Videl. She had asked him in her last request that she would keep Brett safe, until Gohan destroyed the androids at least.

Gohan wasn't sure if Brett could remember any of this, they never talked about it.

Gohan had bought an apartment then, and the two of them had lived together since then. Brett would stay in the apartment and take care of himself whenever Gohan had to fly around trying to save the world... or when he had needed to train Trunks.

Brett had been the one to realize first that Gohan had loved Trunks. While Gohan was stll denying the strange thoughts about Trunks, Brett was smirking about the knowledge.

"Bulma threw me out because... she found out about me and Trunks I think... He told me he loved me tonight..." Gohan answered, smiling at the thought.

Brett nodded, mouth still hanging open.

"You didn't fly home in this though?" Brett repeated, gesturing towards a window.

"Of course I did. How else was I supposed to get here?" Gohan answered, grouchily.

"Cranky, cranky. You're gonna catch a cold and die. Or get struck by lightning. Screw the androids." Brett rambled as he walked into the kitchen.

"Saiyans don't get sic-" Gohan was cut off by a sneeze.

"Ha!" Brett laughed pointing at him.

"It was just a snee-" but Gohan was cut off by yet another sneeze. "Oh shit..." Gohan groaned and ran into the bathroom.

Brett was met by the putrid smell of Gohan being sick.

He let out a small laugh and then called to Gohan.

"Guess you don't want the eggs I was gonna make?" He heard more sick sounds. "Didn't think so."

Brett walked over to the bathroom.

"I feel like hell..." Gohan mumbled.

"Ahh... poor Gohan, you want me to call Trunks and have him come over and make it all better?" Brett teased.

His answer was a certain finger.

"I didn't know super heros got sick. You better get in bed." Brett said, thoughtfully.

"I can't. I have to see Trunks." Gohan protested.

"And what? Barf on him? The only thing you're going to be able to do is rest, watch bad TV, and eat my crappy cooking."

"Lucky me."

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Trunks stared at the ceiling as he tried to sleep. But he couldn't. His anger at his mother kept boiling up in him, and his love for Gohan kept him thinking about how perfect the other demi-saiyan was. Hell, he couldn't last one night without Gohan, how was he going to last forever?

Then an idea dawned on him. His mother had forbid Gohan to come here, she hadn't forbid Trunks to go see Gohan. Not straight out anyway.

Tomorrow he decided, before dawn but after it stopped raining, then he would go see his koi.

For now, he would have to sleep.

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Brett set to work instantly trying to cure Gohan. Though he actually didn't do much more then annoy the demi-saiyan.

Finally though Brett just lounged in a chair next to Gohan's large bed, flipping channels through their poor TV reception.

"Brett... What would you do if I died?" Gohan asked.

Brett laughed.

"A cold is not going to kill a Saiyan, Gohan." Brett replied.

"I know... But I don't think I want to live without Trunks... This world is just too hard to survive in..." Gohan answered thoughtfully.

"Of course it's hard Gohan... But we need you to save it. But you know, if you want to be weak and commit suicide, I won't stand in your way, but I'm sure you're not going get too much of a big welcome from your family, your friends, or my sister." Brett said, trying to drive the dangerous thought out of the demi-saiyans mind.

"You remember Videl?" Gohan mumbled.

"Of course." Brett said, his tone a little more grief-stricken. "Y-You...You never did love her did you?" Brett ventured.

Gohan shook his head.

"No... She was a good friend, but I never did love Videl. I think she loved me though." Gohan answered.

"She did."

Then they were both silent.

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Trunks threw on a pair of clothes being as silent as he could. The sun hadn't even peaked over the horizon yet, but he was going to go see Gohan, now. He cracked the window open a little, and felt the soft, but chilly breeze, carrying the smell of salt from the storm. He stepped outside, and then lept into the sky. He knew his mother hadn't heard him, and if he was lucky he would be back before she realized he was gone.

"I'm coming Gohan..." Trunks whispered.

Mirai Gohan: Damn you, why am I sick?

VT: ::smirks:: Cuz you were mean to me earlier.