Disclaimer & A/N: I don't own DBZ or Gundam Wing, they are property of
their repsective owners. I own all characters that don't belong to them
that are on this fic. I'm also repsonsible for the twisted storyline.
The Deaths of Two Great Heros
Part 2: Prolouge & Chapter 1
Prologue:
In a land where the blood thirsty androids rule; love is found only to be lost; friendships are made only to be shattered; life exists only to succumb to death. Here where pain is the only feeling that keeps people alive and grief the feeling that reminds them that they will soon join the ones they have lost. This is the story of a young warrior and how he wishes to escape it all, only to be wrought with more pain. His struggles, his strife, and his will to live, has earned him a second chance, but what will come to him now? This lonely, broken warrior. Hopes and dreams seem far away in a land where death haunts your every step. What will his future be?...
Chapter 1: The Death of an Eternal Love
Trunks looks to every side of him, and no matter where his glance falls, he sees destruction. The androids had killed Gohan, his last and only friend, his teacher, his mentor, years ago. The death of his mother still fresh in his mind, having died only months before. All his friends were dead, all except one, his true love, Jennifer, who he had hidden where he thought for sure no one would ever find her. She was the last joy in his like, the reason he lived each day. Her smile, her eyes, could melt away the destruction, so he actually felt happy for a few brief moments until the harsh reality set in once again.
In fact, that's where he was heading now, for the day that now lay behind him had been the most depressing yet. A mother and her child were running away from those evil creations of Dr. Gero, trying their best to escape. Trunks could only watch as the androids easily caught up to them...
"What's the matter little girl, scared?" Android 17 had asked the frightened little girl, bending down to be at eye level with her. He reached out his hand, and grabbed her by the chin. The little one trembled, then tore free from his grasp and went and hid behind her mother's leg.
"Now, now 17. Leave the child alone. It's not her we want, it's her mother," said Android 18, with an evil, laughing smile.
"Yes...I know..," said 17, and then, getting back to business, he looked the little girl's mother right in the eye. "You have caused us much grief Sotoya, leading all those rebellions of those pathetic humans, against us, trying to kill us. We should've expected as much from a close friend of Bulma's."
"You monsters!" Sotoya replied. "You won't get away with this!" she said as she bent down and hugged her daughter closer to her. "Killing all these innocent people! How can you do this?! How can you be so cruel, so evil?...MONSTERS!" cried Sotoya.
"Hush, we need not to hear your stupid babble," said 17, obviously annoyed.
"Well 17. If we are going to kill her, why not at least tell her why?" suggested 18.
"Yes...I guess there's no harm in that," he said grinning evilly at the mother and her young daughter, that stood before him. "We kill because it's...well...entertaining...it's fun. Besides, what else are we supposed to do with all this immense power?"
"You could do good!" yelled Sotoya, trying desperately to change the androids' minds. "Bring about peace! Not endless destruction!" 17 and 18 looked at each other at the same time and laughed, that's right, laughed.
"Stupid, stupid humans. I pity you. I pity you so much I will do you a favor and put you out of you misery," said 17, aimed his right hand, right at Sotoya.
"Nooooo," Sotoya screamed as she watched the energy ball form 17's hand. She had just enough time to push her daughter out of the way and then she was hit. "Aaaaahhhhhhh!" she cried as the blast hit her, and when the light from the attack faded, where Sotoya had once stood, there was but air, and a cloud of smoke.
"Mommy!" the little girl cried, running to the spot where her mother once stood. She had tears in her eyes, which soon began to run down her face. "Mother!" she screamed and collapsed where her mother stood for the last time, only moments before. Her little body shook heavily from her sobs.
"Come on 18, let's go," the android said to his sister. 18 looked back at the girl, who looked no more than five maybe seven years old. There seemed to be, for an instant, for a quick moment, a look of pity in 18's eyes, but then her evil smile took over her face once again and then she turned around to leave with 17.
They walked for about a block, and then Trunks watched as they flew off, laughing evilly amongst themselves.
"Little girl!" Trunks whispered from the shadows where he lay hidden, trying to hold back the tears from escaping from his eyes. One got loose though, and gently rolled down his cheek. "Little one!" he called out to the young girl, yet again.
"Who, w-who is it?" she asked the darkness around her. "What do you want with me?" she sniffled.
"I just want to help you," he said to her quietly, stepping out from behind what was left of a building. "Come with me, I'll be your friend." Trunks said to her, now fighting even harder to keep back the tears that made his vision blurry, and trying to keep his voice steady at the same time. "Please,...I won't hurt you," he said as he held out his hand. "Take my hand, don't worry, I'll protect you," Trunks said in the most soothing, calm voice he knew.
"No!" screamed the little girl, still shocked by seeing her mother's death right before her very eyes. "Nooo!" she yelled, as she went running off into the ruble that was one the town, the place, she called home. She ran, blind with sadness, her hands held over her eyes, trying to hold back the tears that wouldn't stop coming.
Try as he might, Trunks couldn't catch the little girl, and within minutes, she was gone. He flew over the same spot, the same area, again and again, trying to find the little lost one, but to no avail. He searched everywhere he could think of and more. She was gone. After trying in vain for hours, in search of this lost and troubled child, Trunks came back with nothing, not even a clue as to where she could've gone.
Out of despair, and searching for hope and help, he headed towards Jennifer's house, thinking that she actually might be able to help him...
And so that's where he was heading now, on the way to meet with his love, until he heard a loud explosion, saw a huge blast, full of flames and smoke, and then heard a evil, sinister laugh, followed by a blood curdling, pain filled scream, that pierced the air, and Trunks's heart.
"Jennifer!" he called out, afraid of what had happened, and what might soon be. Trunks exploded from his walk in the forest and took to the air, like a missile or a torpedo, focused on its target. When he arrived at her secret, underground house (or what was left of it anyway), he saw that she was no longer inside it, that it had been pried open and she how lay on the ground, soaked in her own blood.
"Jennifer!" he cried, yet again, although this time, rushing, running, as fast as he could, although he was still a long way off, to the one he loved with all his heart and soul, now a bloody mess laying amongst the ruins of their once most loved and cherished town.
"Where is he?!" yelled 18 at Jennifer, who struggled to pull herself up out of the pol of her own blood.
"Tell us!" 17 screamed.
"Never!" Jennifer cried, tears in her eyes, from the horrible physical pain she was feeling now, or from her horrible heartache, she knew not. "I'll never tell you! Take me if you must, but leave him be! He is no true threat to you! I am!" she said with all the passion and love she had for Trunks. "Bulma taught me everything she knew before you murdered her. I'll never tell you where he is! Never!"
"Well, I wouldn't call it murder." said 17 calmly. "We simply just took care of a minor problem, that's all."
"Now tell us, where is he! We don't care about you! You are no threat to us!" yelled 18, obviously annoyed.
"Whether you live or die, we don't care," said 17.
Jennifer tried again to get to her feet, and she succeeded, standing, shakily, looking up at the two androids that were floating in the air above her head. 17 dropped down to the ground, no more than a foot in front of her, and looked her straight in the face, eye to eye.
"Where is he?" he asked her, almost nicely.
Jennifer turned her head away, then, looked back at him and stared into his evil blue eyes. "I'll never tell you, you...you disgusting monster. Never," she said, and then spat at his feet.
"Fine, have it your way," he said, raising his right hand. He brought it up to about the bottom bone of her rib cage and shot an energy blast, only inches below her heart. She went flying backward and hit the remains of a wall with a sickening crunch. A splatter of blood was left on the wall where she hit it, and then trailed after her as she slid down the wall and landed in a bloody, mangled heap, at the bottom.
"What a pathetic excuse for a human," said 18.
"What a weakling," said 17.
"Yeah, tell me about it," said 18.
"Nooooooooo!" Trunks screamed, as his heart ripped in two. The androids turned and looked at him when they heard his cry.
"Well, well, well. Who do we have here?" said 17.
"You, you monsters," Trunks said, trying to hold back tears. "How could you?" he asked them.
After giving both android 17 and 18 a death look, he ran to Jennifer, who was barely hanging onto life. He had thought she was already dead, but as he knelt down and lifted her into his arms, she opened her eyes and stared into his face. Their eyes locked and they stared into each other's eyes for a few moments before Jennifer began to speak.
"I'm sorry Trunks. I did the best I could," Jennifer said to him, her voice coming out as a whisper. Her lips were stained red by her own blood.
"Don't worry Jennifer. It's okay. I'll get you some help. I'll-I'll take care of you. Please...Don't go," Trunks said, begging her not to leave him here alone.
Jennifer made a weak laugh. "Trunks...I love you so much...If only there had been some other way...," she said, as she lifted her hand and stroked his cheek. Trunks grasped her hand in his own, and held it there, against his face, tears in his eyes, trickling down his face. "We could've been so happy together, even in this dismal world...Trunks, without you by my side, I would've never made it this far." Jennifer said, before coughing into her other hand. Trunks saw that when she put her hand back down, it was covered in blood.
"We can still be together, Jennifer. Please, don't leave me. I can't live without you," Trunks said, desperately.
"You have to my love. I must go. I'm going to be with the rest of my family now. I miss them so much."
"No...," Trunks whispered.
"Good bye Trunks, and always remember, I love you," said Jennifer.
"I love you too Jennifer, always...and forever."
With those last words, she closed her eyes and went limp in Trunks's arms. She never heard him say forever, she was gone before then. Trunks stood up, cradling Jennifer's body in his arms.
"Nooooo," he screamed even more painfully than before. "Jennifer!" he screamed, throwing back his head and yelling with all the passion that his heart felt for her. He cried out as if his very soul was dying, which to him, it must've felt like it did. It was far worse having her die in his arms, than just knowing she was dead.
"You'll pay for this," he said to Android 17. "The only friend I had left," he whispered, looking at Jennifer, putting a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "You'll pay." With that, he rose in the air, until he was high above the androids.
"Do you honestly think we'll let you go that easily?" Android 18 yelled up to Trunks.
"No," said Trunks. "Which is why...SOLAR FLARE!" he yelled out, somehow able to hold on to Jennifer and still do the attack.
"Lousy kid!" he heard 17 yell as he flew away.
"Thanks Krillin," Trunks said to himself as he flew off. "I couldn't of done it without you."
***
Trunks landed far away from the Androids, in a small field where Jennifer and him used to come to all the time. 17 and 18 hadn't found it yet, so it was pretty much still intact. It was a small cleft between two hills, containing a small pond and stream, a huge, ancient, weeping willow, and various small flowers, like violets, Jennifer's favorite.
***
Going here brought back so many memories. How much fun he and Jennifer had. They and been so happy together, two of the very few happy people that were left, or what was left of the people. They had spent countless days here: swimming, fishing, or some days, just laying in the tall grass and watching the clouds roll past.
One day, Jennifer plucked a bunch of violets and braided them into her hair. she looked radiant then, so vibrant and happy, so cheerful, so full of hope. But all that was over now. He lay her body down next to the trunk of the towering weeping willow. He then backed up a bit and blasted a hole in the ground. Right on the spot where they always used to sit, hand in hand, or she would lean against him, her head on his shoulder, and she would fall asleep. Sometimes they would spend the night there together, viewing the stars through peeks in-between the great willow's branches.
But all those times were over now, as he laid her now cold body in the hole of their past. He said a quick prayer and looked at once more, tears trickling down his face, as he threw a handful of dirt on her body. Then, with a few more ki blasts, her body was covered. After he patted the dirt down, he went in search for some violets. After searching for an hour, he found two, right next to one another. One just newly dead, lay right next to the other. The live one stood tall and healthy, but looked like it was getting weak, maybe even mourning over the death of its fellow flower. Trunks took both flowers and carried them over to Jennifer's grave. He planted them both on the newly placed soil of her grave, he then went to the stream, cupped his hands, and brought back some water for them. The one presumed dead, truly was, and now looked worse than before, but the live one looked strong. Trunks smiled a grief filled smile at the hardy little flower and then took off.
***
/What am I supposed to do now?/ Trunks asked himself. /My family, my friends, my love...They're all gone, all except me...All destroyed by those damn androids of Dr. Gero...What am I supposed to do now? I've helped everyone I could. There's not even a point in trying to destroy the androids. There's no way./ Trunks sighed to himself. Then a very grim thought entered his mind, but he shook it off. /No, I don't want to commit suicide...Do I?/
He flew down to the ground and landed. He pulled his treasured sword out of its sheath and looked at it, contemplating, wondering. /Death seemed almost welcome now,/ he thought to himself. /How I'd love to be with Jennifer again...I'll just make it quick,/ he thought to himself. He took the sword and aimed it towards his heart, the tip of the sword resting on his unsevered flesh. Right as he was going to plunge the sword through his heart, tears in his eyes, to end his misery, he remembers Jennifer's one and only goal...
' "I wish for peace Trunks. That's all I want. That's all I'm looking for. I want to put an end to all this fighting and restore peace to Earth...Trunks?"
"Yeah?"
"I need you to promise me something," asked Jennifer.
"What? Anything?" said Trunks, as he lovingly stroked her hair.
She sat up straight and grabbed his hand, looking deeply into his blue eyes. "Promise me that you'll never give up. That you'll never stop fighting for peace. Promise me that no matter what happens, that you'll go on, fighting to restore the peace. Promise. Me."
"I promise you, Jennifer," he said, as he caressed her cheek with his free hand. "That no matter what is to some, I will never give up the fight for peace."
"Thank you, Trunks," said Jennifer, wrapping her arms around him, in a big hug. "I love you."
"Anything for you, Jennifer," he said, loosening their embrace, and guiding her face to his with his hand. "Anything." He moved his lips towards hers and they kissed...'
Trunks remembered how even after that, they held each other until they fell asleep beneath the willow tree.
Trunks lowered the sword from his heart and placed it back in its sheath. He had promised her that he would never give up, that he'd always fight for peace. He wasn't going to break that promise, so he set off, looking for, trying to find, another answer, another solution, to his heartache.
***
The Deaths of Two Great Heros
Part 2: Prolouge & Chapter 1
Prologue:
In a land where the blood thirsty androids rule; love is found only to be lost; friendships are made only to be shattered; life exists only to succumb to death. Here where pain is the only feeling that keeps people alive and grief the feeling that reminds them that they will soon join the ones they have lost. This is the story of a young warrior and how he wishes to escape it all, only to be wrought with more pain. His struggles, his strife, and his will to live, has earned him a second chance, but what will come to him now? This lonely, broken warrior. Hopes and dreams seem far away in a land where death haunts your every step. What will his future be?...
Chapter 1: The Death of an Eternal Love
Trunks looks to every side of him, and no matter where his glance falls, he sees destruction. The androids had killed Gohan, his last and only friend, his teacher, his mentor, years ago. The death of his mother still fresh in his mind, having died only months before. All his friends were dead, all except one, his true love, Jennifer, who he had hidden where he thought for sure no one would ever find her. She was the last joy in his like, the reason he lived each day. Her smile, her eyes, could melt away the destruction, so he actually felt happy for a few brief moments until the harsh reality set in once again.
In fact, that's where he was heading now, for the day that now lay behind him had been the most depressing yet. A mother and her child were running away from those evil creations of Dr. Gero, trying their best to escape. Trunks could only watch as the androids easily caught up to them...
"What's the matter little girl, scared?" Android 17 had asked the frightened little girl, bending down to be at eye level with her. He reached out his hand, and grabbed her by the chin. The little one trembled, then tore free from his grasp and went and hid behind her mother's leg.
"Now, now 17. Leave the child alone. It's not her we want, it's her mother," said Android 18, with an evil, laughing smile.
"Yes...I know..," said 17, and then, getting back to business, he looked the little girl's mother right in the eye. "You have caused us much grief Sotoya, leading all those rebellions of those pathetic humans, against us, trying to kill us. We should've expected as much from a close friend of Bulma's."
"You monsters!" Sotoya replied. "You won't get away with this!" she said as she bent down and hugged her daughter closer to her. "Killing all these innocent people! How can you do this?! How can you be so cruel, so evil?...MONSTERS!" cried Sotoya.
"Hush, we need not to hear your stupid babble," said 17, obviously annoyed.
"Well 17. If we are going to kill her, why not at least tell her why?" suggested 18.
"Yes...I guess there's no harm in that," he said grinning evilly at the mother and her young daughter, that stood before him. "We kill because it's...well...entertaining...it's fun. Besides, what else are we supposed to do with all this immense power?"
"You could do good!" yelled Sotoya, trying desperately to change the androids' minds. "Bring about peace! Not endless destruction!" 17 and 18 looked at each other at the same time and laughed, that's right, laughed.
"Stupid, stupid humans. I pity you. I pity you so much I will do you a favor and put you out of you misery," said 17, aimed his right hand, right at Sotoya.
"Nooooo," Sotoya screamed as she watched the energy ball form 17's hand. She had just enough time to push her daughter out of the way and then she was hit. "Aaaaahhhhhhh!" she cried as the blast hit her, and when the light from the attack faded, where Sotoya had once stood, there was but air, and a cloud of smoke.
"Mommy!" the little girl cried, running to the spot where her mother once stood. She had tears in her eyes, which soon began to run down her face. "Mother!" she screamed and collapsed where her mother stood for the last time, only moments before. Her little body shook heavily from her sobs.
"Come on 18, let's go," the android said to his sister. 18 looked back at the girl, who looked no more than five maybe seven years old. There seemed to be, for an instant, for a quick moment, a look of pity in 18's eyes, but then her evil smile took over her face once again and then she turned around to leave with 17.
They walked for about a block, and then Trunks watched as they flew off, laughing evilly amongst themselves.
"Little girl!" Trunks whispered from the shadows where he lay hidden, trying to hold back the tears from escaping from his eyes. One got loose though, and gently rolled down his cheek. "Little one!" he called out to the young girl, yet again.
"Who, w-who is it?" she asked the darkness around her. "What do you want with me?" she sniffled.
"I just want to help you," he said to her quietly, stepping out from behind what was left of a building. "Come with me, I'll be your friend." Trunks said to her, now fighting even harder to keep back the tears that made his vision blurry, and trying to keep his voice steady at the same time. "Please,...I won't hurt you," he said as he held out his hand. "Take my hand, don't worry, I'll protect you," Trunks said in the most soothing, calm voice he knew.
"No!" screamed the little girl, still shocked by seeing her mother's death right before her very eyes. "Nooo!" she yelled, as she went running off into the ruble that was one the town, the place, she called home. She ran, blind with sadness, her hands held over her eyes, trying to hold back the tears that wouldn't stop coming.
Try as he might, Trunks couldn't catch the little girl, and within minutes, she was gone. He flew over the same spot, the same area, again and again, trying to find the little lost one, but to no avail. He searched everywhere he could think of and more. She was gone. After trying in vain for hours, in search of this lost and troubled child, Trunks came back with nothing, not even a clue as to where she could've gone.
Out of despair, and searching for hope and help, he headed towards Jennifer's house, thinking that she actually might be able to help him...
And so that's where he was heading now, on the way to meet with his love, until he heard a loud explosion, saw a huge blast, full of flames and smoke, and then heard a evil, sinister laugh, followed by a blood curdling, pain filled scream, that pierced the air, and Trunks's heart.
"Jennifer!" he called out, afraid of what had happened, and what might soon be. Trunks exploded from his walk in the forest and took to the air, like a missile or a torpedo, focused on its target. When he arrived at her secret, underground house (or what was left of it anyway), he saw that she was no longer inside it, that it had been pried open and she how lay on the ground, soaked in her own blood.
"Jennifer!" he cried, yet again, although this time, rushing, running, as fast as he could, although he was still a long way off, to the one he loved with all his heart and soul, now a bloody mess laying amongst the ruins of their once most loved and cherished town.
"Where is he?!" yelled 18 at Jennifer, who struggled to pull herself up out of the pol of her own blood.
"Tell us!" 17 screamed.
"Never!" Jennifer cried, tears in her eyes, from the horrible physical pain she was feeling now, or from her horrible heartache, she knew not. "I'll never tell you! Take me if you must, but leave him be! He is no true threat to you! I am!" she said with all the passion and love she had for Trunks. "Bulma taught me everything she knew before you murdered her. I'll never tell you where he is! Never!"
"Well, I wouldn't call it murder." said 17 calmly. "We simply just took care of a minor problem, that's all."
"Now tell us, where is he! We don't care about you! You are no threat to us!" yelled 18, obviously annoyed.
"Whether you live or die, we don't care," said 17.
Jennifer tried again to get to her feet, and she succeeded, standing, shakily, looking up at the two androids that were floating in the air above her head. 17 dropped down to the ground, no more than a foot in front of her, and looked her straight in the face, eye to eye.
"Where is he?" he asked her, almost nicely.
Jennifer turned her head away, then, looked back at him and stared into his evil blue eyes. "I'll never tell you, you...you disgusting monster. Never," she said, and then spat at his feet.
"Fine, have it your way," he said, raising his right hand. He brought it up to about the bottom bone of her rib cage and shot an energy blast, only inches below her heart. She went flying backward and hit the remains of a wall with a sickening crunch. A splatter of blood was left on the wall where she hit it, and then trailed after her as she slid down the wall and landed in a bloody, mangled heap, at the bottom.
"What a pathetic excuse for a human," said 18.
"What a weakling," said 17.
"Yeah, tell me about it," said 18.
"Nooooooooo!" Trunks screamed, as his heart ripped in two. The androids turned and looked at him when they heard his cry.
"Well, well, well. Who do we have here?" said 17.
"You, you monsters," Trunks said, trying to hold back tears. "How could you?" he asked them.
After giving both android 17 and 18 a death look, he ran to Jennifer, who was barely hanging onto life. He had thought she was already dead, but as he knelt down and lifted her into his arms, she opened her eyes and stared into his face. Their eyes locked and they stared into each other's eyes for a few moments before Jennifer began to speak.
"I'm sorry Trunks. I did the best I could," Jennifer said to him, her voice coming out as a whisper. Her lips were stained red by her own blood.
"Don't worry Jennifer. It's okay. I'll get you some help. I'll-I'll take care of you. Please...Don't go," Trunks said, begging her not to leave him here alone.
Jennifer made a weak laugh. "Trunks...I love you so much...If only there had been some other way...," she said, as she lifted her hand and stroked his cheek. Trunks grasped her hand in his own, and held it there, against his face, tears in his eyes, trickling down his face. "We could've been so happy together, even in this dismal world...Trunks, without you by my side, I would've never made it this far." Jennifer said, before coughing into her other hand. Trunks saw that when she put her hand back down, it was covered in blood.
"We can still be together, Jennifer. Please, don't leave me. I can't live without you," Trunks said, desperately.
"You have to my love. I must go. I'm going to be with the rest of my family now. I miss them so much."
"No...," Trunks whispered.
"Good bye Trunks, and always remember, I love you," said Jennifer.
"I love you too Jennifer, always...and forever."
With those last words, she closed her eyes and went limp in Trunks's arms. She never heard him say forever, she was gone before then. Trunks stood up, cradling Jennifer's body in his arms.
"Nooooo," he screamed even more painfully than before. "Jennifer!" he screamed, throwing back his head and yelling with all the passion that his heart felt for her. He cried out as if his very soul was dying, which to him, it must've felt like it did. It was far worse having her die in his arms, than just knowing she was dead.
"You'll pay for this," he said to Android 17. "The only friend I had left," he whispered, looking at Jennifer, putting a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "You'll pay." With that, he rose in the air, until he was high above the androids.
"Do you honestly think we'll let you go that easily?" Android 18 yelled up to Trunks.
"No," said Trunks. "Which is why...SOLAR FLARE!" he yelled out, somehow able to hold on to Jennifer and still do the attack.
"Lousy kid!" he heard 17 yell as he flew away.
"Thanks Krillin," Trunks said to himself as he flew off. "I couldn't of done it without you."
***
Trunks landed far away from the Androids, in a small field where Jennifer and him used to come to all the time. 17 and 18 hadn't found it yet, so it was pretty much still intact. It was a small cleft between two hills, containing a small pond and stream, a huge, ancient, weeping willow, and various small flowers, like violets, Jennifer's favorite.
***
Going here brought back so many memories. How much fun he and Jennifer had. They and been so happy together, two of the very few happy people that were left, or what was left of the people. They had spent countless days here: swimming, fishing, or some days, just laying in the tall grass and watching the clouds roll past.
One day, Jennifer plucked a bunch of violets and braided them into her hair. she looked radiant then, so vibrant and happy, so cheerful, so full of hope. But all that was over now. He lay her body down next to the trunk of the towering weeping willow. He then backed up a bit and blasted a hole in the ground. Right on the spot where they always used to sit, hand in hand, or she would lean against him, her head on his shoulder, and she would fall asleep. Sometimes they would spend the night there together, viewing the stars through peeks in-between the great willow's branches.
But all those times were over now, as he laid her now cold body in the hole of their past. He said a quick prayer and looked at once more, tears trickling down his face, as he threw a handful of dirt on her body. Then, with a few more ki blasts, her body was covered. After he patted the dirt down, he went in search for some violets. After searching for an hour, he found two, right next to one another. One just newly dead, lay right next to the other. The live one stood tall and healthy, but looked like it was getting weak, maybe even mourning over the death of its fellow flower. Trunks took both flowers and carried them over to Jennifer's grave. He planted them both on the newly placed soil of her grave, he then went to the stream, cupped his hands, and brought back some water for them. The one presumed dead, truly was, and now looked worse than before, but the live one looked strong. Trunks smiled a grief filled smile at the hardy little flower and then took off.
***
/What am I supposed to do now?/ Trunks asked himself. /My family, my friends, my love...They're all gone, all except me...All destroyed by those damn androids of Dr. Gero...What am I supposed to do now? I've helped everyone I could. There's not even a point in trying to destroy the androids. There's no way./ Trunks sighed to himself. Then a very grim thought entered his mind, but he shook it off. /No, I don't want to commit suicide...Do I?/
He flew down to the ground and landed. He pulled his treasured sword out of its sheath and looked at it, contemplating, wondering. /Death seemed almost welcome now,/ he thought to himself. /How I'd love to be with Jennifer again...I'll just make it quick,/ he thought to himself. He took the sword and aimed it towards his heart, the tip of the sword resting on his unsevered flesh. Right as he was going to plunge the sword through his heart, tears in his eyes, to end his misery, he remembers Jennifer's one and only goal...
' "I wish for peace Trunks. That's all I want. That's all I'm looking for. I want to put an end to all this fighting and restore peace to Earth...Trunks?"
"Yeah?"
"I need you to promise me something," asked Jennifer.
"What? Anything?" said Trunks, as he lovingly stroked her hair.
She sat up straight and grabbed his hand, looking deeply into his blue eyes. "Promise me that you'll never give up. That you'll never stop fighting for peace. Promise me that no matter what happens, that you'll go on, fighting to restore the peace. Promise. Me."
"I promise you, Jennifer," he said, as he caressed her cheek with his free hand. "That no matter what is to some, I will never give up the fight for peace."
"Thank you, Trunks," said Jennifer, wrapping her arms around him, in a big hug. "I love you."
"Anything for you, Jennifer," he said, loosening their embrace, and guiding her face to his with his hand. "Anything." He moved his lips towards hers and they kissed...'
Trunks remembered how even after that, they held each other until they fell asleep beneath the willow tree.
Trunks lowered the sword from his heart and placed it back in its sheath. He had promised her that he would never give up, that he'd always fight for peace. He wasn't going to break that promise, so he set off, looking for, trying to find, another answer, another solution, to his heartache.
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