Author's Note: Okay, I'm a lazy ass. ^^;; That's all I can really say. I've been devoting most of my time to two original stories I've been writing. I ran across the last chapter I wrote of this story though, and I was like: Wow, I need to finish this, I wanna know how it's gonna turn out. So anyway, without further ado, Chapter Eleven of Forbidden.
Chapter Eleven
Trunks struggled as hard against his bindings.
"Gohan!" he screamed as loud as he could. His voice was hoarse and starting to give out from yelling for Gohan for so long.
Seventeen and Eighteen had exited the room around ten minutes ago after chaining up Gohan.
"Gohan..." Trunks choked, tears falling down onto his naked, cold chest.
Gohan was slumped in the corner, blood seeping into his clothes from a cut on his neck. His eyes were shut, his head on his shoulder. His wrists were chained together, and so were his ankles. A shackle had also been put around his neck, and an extra one around his waist.
"Gohan! Wake up!" Trunks shouted again, and banged his chains against the wall as hard as he could.
Words suddenly formed on Gohan's lips, and his eyes fluttered.
"Gohan..." Trunks whispered, a faint smile appearing on his distressed face.
"Trunks..." Gohan groaned.
Gohan suddenly became fully awake.
"TRUNKS!" Gohan screamed, his voice echoing all around the room, as he struggled to stand. "TRUNKS!"
"I'm here Gohan." Trunks whispered. "I'm here."
"Are you okay? Oh Kami, Oh Kami, I'm so sorry Trunks. This is all my fault." Gohan rambled, tears were gathering in his eyes.
"I'm okay Gohan, I am." Trunks replied.
"But he won't be for long." Seventeen suddenly spoke, appearing out of the shadows.
"Let him go Seventeen!" Gohan screamed. "Let him go!"
Seventeen cocked his head to the side, pretending to think.
"Mmm, no. I want him. I'm going to have him. Then I'm going to kill you. Okay?"
Seventeen wrapped his arms around Trunks who was still staring at Gohan.
"I love you Gohan..." Trunks whispered. "Promise me you'll kill them."
Gohan was on his knees, still trying to get up.
"No... Trunks..." Gohan cried.
Seventeen smirked, and grabbed Trunks's head. He brought his face right next to Trunks, so that they were touching.
"Don't worry. I already promised you that you're not going to die today. But by the end you will probably wish you were dead." Seventeen whispered, pushing Trunks's hair behind his ear.
He kissed Trunks again, but this time Trunks didn't show any reaction. Seventeen's eyes flashed up to Gohan, who was still for the moment also.
Suddenly he flashed up to Super Saiyan in a clean smooth movement. He struggled to stand, but still wasn't able to get fully to his shackled feet.
Seventeen laughed a little as he broke off the kiss.
"Being brave now are we?" Seventeen asked Trunks. "Very well..."
He forced Trunks to his knees, scratching the soft skin against the hard floor. Gohan realized what Seventeen was doing before Trunks did, and his eyes went wide.
Trunks realized the same thing a moment later, and dug his fingernails into his own skin. Silently, he began to pray, his eyes shut.
"It's too late now." Seventeen hissed, lifting Trunks's face.
He rolled down his boxers in one movement, revealing himself totally naked.
"Now he's mine blondie." Seventeen spoke, addressing Gohan.
He thrust the organ into Trunks's mouth, who gave a muffled cry.
"NO!" there was a sudden cry, as Gohan's power suddenly spiked through the roof.
Dust, rocks, and metal exploded all over the room, and Seventeen and Trunks were knocked backwards.
The dust began to clear slowly, which revealed an amazed-looking Gohan. He was staring at his hands, flexing them amazed with his own power.
"This must be a level beyond Super Saiyan..." he whispered.
He shook his head then, remember that Trunks was still somewhere in the room with Seventeen.
He raced across the room, ignoring the falling rubble. Suddenly he tripped, and feel hard on his face. Gohan peered back towards what he had tripped over, and gave a laugh.
Seventeen was lying on the ground, totally unconscious.
"Trunks!" Gohan yelled. "Where are you?"
There was no answer.
"Trunks, call me!" Gohan pleaded.
He began to search around in the darkness, until he felt warm skin under the rocks. Frantically, he began to clear it away, until he saw purple locks. He gathered up the bruised teenager, and raced out of the crumbling building.
He jumped into the air, cradling Trunks carefully in his arms. Gohan hung in the air for a moment, staring down at the horrid place that had almost cost them both their lives.
He transferred Trunks to his left arm, and lifted his right, forming a huge attack.
"Go back to Hell!" Gohan screamed, releasing the attack.
It swallowed the building whole, leaving nothing beyond.
Satisfied that he had destroyed, or at least caused some immense pain to the androids, he sped off to Capsule Corp.
The Ascended Super Saiyan barely made it back to Capsule Corp. before collapsing. Bulma looked shocked to see him in such an awful condition, and quickly brought the two demi-Saiyans into the house.
Gohan lay Trunks gently down on a bed in the Hospital Wing, before sitting down and letting Bulma tend to his own wounds.
"Did they...?" Bulma let the question hang in mid-air, as she applied a bandage to Gohan's neck.
"Almost." Gohan whispered, holding his head in his hands.
"Thank you Gohan." Bulma cried, hugging Gohan. "You saved him."
Gohan let the scientist cling to him for a minute.
"No it's my fault... He wouldn't have been there if it wasn't for me." Gohan whispered standing. He hugged Bulma tightly. "You were right."
Bulma began to protest but Gohan shook his head.
"I have to leave. I can't be around Trunks for a while... Tell him I love him."
"Gohan, wait." Bulma pleaded, as Gohan headed towards the door.
Gohan turned to look at her, tears shining in his dark eyes.
"I'm sorry, I have to go bury my best friend, I can't bury my koi too."
Shock spread over Bulma's face.
"B-Brett..." she whispered, her entire body shaking.
Gohan turned away sharply, and opened the door.
"Good-bye Bulma." he said, as he fled out.
Bulma stumbled back into the room where Trunks was and sat down in the chair that was next to the bed.
She grabbed her son's hand, and brought it to her face, and cried quietly.
*~~~~~~*
Two hours later Bulma was standing in the kitchen, fully collected. She was at the phone trying to contact Gohan, but had no idea where he had gone. Suddenly she heard a cry.
"Mom!"
Bulma slammed the phone on the receiver, ignoring the operator's annoying voice. She raced into the Hospital Wing, and gathered Trunks, who was now sitting up, in her arms.
"Thank Kami you're okay." she said, holding him a little too tightly.
Trunks pulled away from her.
"Where's Gohan? He's okay, isn't he?"
Bulma smiled a little.
"He's fine. He's the one that brought you here."
Trunks shut his eyes, and leaned into his Mother.
"I was so scared... I thought I was never going to see you again." he whispered.
Bulma put her hand on his head, and rocked him back and forth as though he were a baby.
"It's okay now... It's okay..."
They sat together, Mother and Son, for around an hour before Trunks broke away from her.
"Where is Gohan?" he repeated.
Bulma stood, and gave Trunks a sad smile.
"I'm not sure Trunks. He left right away. He... He wanted me to tell you that he loved you."
Trunks lay back down into the pillow and stared out the window at where the sun was starting to rise.
"I love him too..."
Author's Note: Next Chapter: How is Gohan going to deal with his guilt? ^____^ But right now, Trunks is safe! ::glomps Trunks-kun:: Review or email at vegetaztwin@hotmail.com pretty please!~
