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Chapter Eight- Understanding
Trunks would not speak another word to his mother as the two of them journeyed home. He wouldn't even look at her in fact. He stared dismally out the window, showing no recognition to the woman who was his mother.
Bulma in turn, did not try to coax Trunks into speaking to her, and it was an extremely quiet trip home.
When they reached home, Trunks grabbed his stuff, again not uttering a single word, and walked calmly into his room, slamming the door behind him. Bulma winced as he did so. She sunk slowly into a chair in the kitchen, holding her head, beginning to cry again, feeling lost.
Bulma didn't know how to make her son understand that she just wanted to protect him from feeling pain in it's purest form.
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The instant Trunks had left the apartment, Gohan jumped off the bed, beginning to collect his own possessions.
"Where do you think you're going?" Brett asked, leaning against the doorway, staring.
"To send the androids to hell." Gohan hissed, clearly upset.
"You're going to end up getting yourself killed, storming off like this." Brett commented calmly.
"Good riddance to me then!" Gohan shouted at Brett.
"Honestly Gohan, what do you think you're going to accomplish?" Brett questioned, now starting to get annoyed also.
"I don't know... Something... Anything..." Gohan whispered weakly.
The two of them were silent for a moment, as Gohan began to pull his shirt on.
"Brett... I need Trunks... he's my air, my water, my sun... he's my world."
Brett nodded, not interrupting, just listening.
"And if I make the androids go away... Maybe Trunks will be able to stay." Gohan commented, ignoring the stabbing pain in his heart. "That's why I have to continue to fight. Even if I can't win... I can't let the androids win... at least not without a fight."
Gohan moved forward now, his duffel bag full, his body fully clothed.
"Good luck then my friend." Brett said, looking up at the taller male.
Gohan nodded, as he walked out the door.
Brett shook his head as he sat down on the couch. The apartment was silent as though nothing had changed in the last few weeks.
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Trunks woke once more to the crash of thunder. He had thrown himself across his bed the instant he had arrived in his room, and let the darkness of sleep allow him to escape the turmoil of his mind.
He sat up, groggily, rubbing his eyes. Once more, it was storming outside. The sky lit up with white as lightning raced across the sky.
Trunks padded quietly across his bedroom floor, wishing more then anything that Gohan were here. He didn't have a clue to if his koi had even stayed at the apartment or left. Was he outside on a horrid night like this?
The pain in his heart was immense, but this time he knew there would be no escape. His mother would be watching him carefully now. There was no doubt about that. He would be living in a virtual prison.
Tears pressed against Trunks's eyes, as he thought of the defeated look on Gohan's face as it had been revealed that Trunks had to leave once more.
Why couldn't his mother just understand that he loved Gohan?
Trunks's mind was spinning, when he turned back to his bed. Suddenly lightning flashed again shining through his window, and he heard a slight creak.
Trunks looked up to see a shadowy figure in his window. The scream rose in his throat, but never left his mouth.
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Brett was awaken by the sound of a knock on his door. He rose from the couch, half naked, and grumbling. When he opened the door, he was immediately thrust backwards.
"What the h-" he began but the words died on his lips.
The twin androids stood in his doorway, Eighteen holding a limp Trunks.
Brett stared for a moment, the horror of the situation coming crashing down on him.
"What have you done to him?" Brett whispered, looking up at the mechanical monsters.
"He's just knocked out.... for now..." Android 17 answered, a horrible smirk spreading across his features.
Brett stumbled backwards still further from the androids as images of his past began to flash his mind.
"Now...now..." Android 17 began, suddenly appearing behind Brett pushing him forward. "What happens to Purple Locks over there is up to you. Tell us where Blondie is and we might let Purple Locks live."
"B-Blondie?" Brett questioned, but then realization dawned on his mind. "Gohan..." he whispered.
"Gohan isn't here. He left this morning... I have no idea where he went..." Brett answered truthfully, swallowing the bile that was rising in his throat.
"Really?" 18 asked, studying Brett. "That's too bad. Now what are we going to do with the kid, 17?"
"I got an idea 18... Why don't you take Purple Locks back home, and I'll finish up here?" Android 17 smirked once more, sending shudders down Brett's back.
"Alright." 18 smiled, turning to leave, still holding Trunks.
"No!" Brett yelled, immediately moving towards 18, trying to grab the unconscious Trunks.
Android 17 appeared in front of him again, and punched him in the gut, sending him to his knees.
"No...no...not you."17 commented looking down at him. "I remember you now. And unless I'm very much mistaken, you and I have some unfinished business to attend to."
Brett stared up at the Android, fear starting to seep into his mind and soul.
"And let's hope you're as good as your sister was." Android 17 commented, lifting Brett's chin so that the soulless eyes could penetrate Brett's own.
Trunks did not awaken as Android 18 carried him out of the apartment. Not even to Brett's screams.
Author's Note- Gruesome huh? Email or review at vegetaztwin@hotmail.com
