Disclaimer's Note: The song is Linkin Park - Faint
Chapter Twelve
Two months had passed. There had be no word from Gohan.
Trunks sighed a little as he opened up the window in his room. A breeze blew in, gently caressing his healed skin.
The androids were still alive. Gohan hadn't destroyed them. There had been an attack on a city... Even then Gohan hadn't come.
I am
Little of loneliness
At the time, Trunks had still been too weak to fight on his own.
The city had been totally obliterated, without any chance of survival.
Since then there hadn't been sign of the androids either.
A little bit of disregard
A handful of complaints
Trunks had decided to go down to the apartment. Nothing was left in there. The apartment was almost exactly as he had left, but... So empty. The furniture was still there. Brett's clothes were still there. All the appliances were still there. But it was too neat, and unlived in.
Gohan had definitely straightened the entire place up before taking off. He had taken his stuff with him too.
Trunks had searched the entire apartment from top to bottom for a clue of where Gohan had fled to, but had found none.
But I can't help the fact
That everyone can see these scars
Outside the apartment, he had found something though. A tiny churchyard was across the street, and when he went to walk past it, something caught his eye.
A new marble head stone was placed near the gate, with the name "Brett Satan" engraved on it.
Trunks looked around for a moment, and then swung open the rusty gate. He sat down on the freshly dug earth in front of the tombstone.
Brett Satan
Best Friend and Loving Brother
Fly Free, My Friend.
Trunks smiled a little. He knew that Gohan had had the headstone made up.
I am
What I want you to want
"Thanks Brett..." Trunks suddenly spoke, his own voice surprising him a little. "You probably helped save my life by sacrificing your own... I wish I could have repaid you... You were a very great person, you know that?"
He sat there for a while, and then stood brushing off his pants. Trunks glanced around and then saw a Florist shop a few houses down the street.
What I want you to feel
But it's like
No matter what I do
Quietly, he headed off. When he reached the shop a bell tinkled and the owner of the shop looked up.
"Can I help you son?" the elderly man asked Trunks.
Trunks nodded, and walked over to the counter.
"Can I have a bouquet of white Lilies please?" he asked.
I can't convince you
To just believe this is real
So I let go
The man studied him for a moment, and then nodded.
Trunks held out a handful of money, and the man's eyes widened.
"That's a little too much son."
"That's okay. Keep it." Trunks answered, as he took the Lilies.
The man nodded, still wearing an expression of surprise.
Watching you
Turn your back like you always do
Face away and pretend that I'm not
Trunks headed back down the street, to where the graveyard was. He stepped back in, and gently lay the flowers on Brett's grave.
"Fly free my friend..." he whispered.
Suddenly he felt a presence behind his back.
Trunks froze.
But I'll be here
'Cause you're all I got
I am
A little bit insecure
Slowly, Trunks turned and fled into the arms of his koibito.
"Gohan..." Trunks whispered.
Gohan didn't return the hug, but Trunks remained close to him. Finally he looked up to see an extremely disheveled Gohan. He had deep circles under his eyes as though he hadn't been sleeping well, and his face was unshaven, prickles covering it.
A little unconfident
'Cause you don't understand
I do what I can
But sometimes I don't make sense
"Gohan... Why didn't you come back? Are you okay?" Trunks whispered.
Gohan avoided Trunks's eyes.
"I've heard you screaming at night." Gohan said offhand.
Trunks winced. So Gohan had come back.
Trunks had been having nightmares every night since....
I am
What you never want to say
But I've never had a doubt
It's like no matter what I do
His mother had desperately tried to get Trunks to talk about them, but he had remained silent.
"I'm okay, Gohan. They're just dreams. I miss you. Come back please." Trunks pleaded.
Gohan looked down at the other demi-Saiyan, and grabbed his arms. Gently he peeled Trunks away from him.
"I'm sorry." was all he said, and then started to walk away.
"Gohan!" Trunks shouted, starting to cry. "I love you! Don't leave me, please!"
I can't convince you
For once just hear me out
So I let go
Watching you
Gohan paused for a moment, and shook his head. Then he was gone.
Trunks fell to his knees, crying hard.
Turn your back likes you always do
Face away and pretend that I'm not
But I'll be here
'Cause you're all I got
*~~~~~~*
"Are you okay?" Bulma rushed to the door, as Trunks came in. "I was so worried, oh my Kami..."
She grabbed Trunks and hugged him hard.
Bulma had become a little overprotective in the last two months, but then again, she really couldn't be blamed....
"I saw Gohan..." Trunks said, staring off into space.
I can't feel
The way I did before
Don't turn your back on me
I won't be ignored
Bulma pulled away from her son, and looked into his face. His eyes were vacant, and his face was dirty and tear-stained.
"Trunks, is Gohan okay? Trunks, talk to me." Bulma spoke gently to Trunks.
His face stayed blank and emotionless.
"He doesn't want to see me anymore." Trunks answered, his voice flat.
Trunks eyes suddenly moved and met his mother's glance.
Bulma was taken away by the look that flashed over his pale blue eyes. She wanted to cry.
Time won't heal
This damage anymore
Don't turn your back on me
For a moment they had been so dark. She had only seen that look in one other face.
Vegeta's. When he told her that he probably wouldn't come out of this battle alive, and that he loved her.
I won't be ignored
No
Hear me out now
*~~~~~~*
Two weeks later, Trunks hadn't left the house again. He had stayed in his room, and Bulma couldn't coax him out for the world.
"Please Trunks, you have to eat something." Bulma pleaded, near tears.
"He hates me..." Trunks whispered.
Bulma burst into tears.
"Trunks please. He doesn't hate you."
Trunks looked out the window, and ignored that fact that his mother was even in the room.
Bulma stood, defeated and walked out of the room.
"Dear Kami... I don't know what to do anymore." Bulma whispered.
Hear me out now
You're gonna listen to meLike it or not
Right now
*~~~~~~*
~*OtherWorld*~
"Argh! Your baka son is killing my son, Kakarott!" Vegeta growled, pacing back and forth.
"So send a lightning bolt down and knock his senses back into him." Goku suggested.
"That's not a bad idea." Vegeta smirked evilly. "Is anyone watching?"
"VEGETA! YOU INTEFERE WITH EARTH AGAIN AND I'LL SEND YOU ASS DOWN TO HFIL YOU WON'T EVEN BE ABLE TO POWER UP!" King Yemma bellowed.
"Grouch ass..." Vegeta muttered.
"Ha!" Goku laughed.
"Shut up Kakarott. Go do something about your son!" Vegeta yelled.
"I could go give him some wet dreams about Trunks." Goku suggested, getting a very-Vegeta like smirk on his face
Vegeta was sitting with his head leaned on his arm, with a bored expression on his face.
"What the fuck is the matter with your brain? This is my SON you're talking about! I don't want to know what Gohan's 'wet dreams' about him look like!"
Vegeta shuddered at the thought.
"Well what do we do then?" Goku asked.
"Do nothing. Have a little more faith in the boys." Yemma interrupted again.
Vegeta and Goku burst out laughing.
"Faith? The last time you told us that, we ended up here, remember?" Vegeta pointed.
The Lord of Otherworld glared at the two Saiyans.
"You two are so going to HFIL."
Author's Note: Okay, I had to throw some light humor into that chapter. It was so damn depressing!~ So sue me. -___-;; You'll get like a whole penny. Review or email at vegetaztwin@hotmail.com
