Sorry this took so long to post, but I was gone for a while and this was a damn-confusing chapter to write, I hope you understand it I tried to make it as clear as possible. I want to thank everyone who took the time to review this, you make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside (excuse me while I go puke, who wants to feel like they swallowed a sweater? Ha Ha, just kidding!) Anyway, I hope ya'll enjoy this last chapter.
-Niamh
Many of my questions when unanswered for a long time. No one seemed to know anything and it scared me. It scared me not knowing what had happened and it scared me not knowing if it would happen again. Would he find me? Would he take me back? Mamoru tried to help but he offered little to ease my fears. What good would Tuxedo Kamen do against a Golden Warrior? What good would steel tipped roses do against ki blasts? What good would my lover do against my son?
It was months before I found out what Social Services had done with my son, and even then I didn't find out from their offices. I couldn't bring myself to go back there; instead my mother came to me. I hadn't seen her since she had brought me the book and my first answers, now I prayed that she brought me more.
"You look better." She said, tracing a finger down my cheek. It was true, I would never look as I had at fourteen, but the scars had faded and my face was less of a monstrosity.
"Please tell me you have news." I begged, grabbing her hand and holding it in both of mine. "I hate not knowing."
My mother sighed sadly and sat down beside me on the couch gently stroking my hair with her free hand. "It's all extremely confusing." She said closing her eyes wearily. "I don't know if-"
"Just tell me!" I demanded loudly.
My mother sighed again and extracted her hand from mine folding it with her other demurely in her lap. "Very well. Right now your son is in a foster home, he will stay on foster care for a few years, hopping from home to home."
"Is it…the homes…are they?"
"Some will be better than others, some will be comparable to the worst horror stories you have heard, I expect this will be where he collects the seemingly bottomless pool of tortures he will exhibit later on.
"Sometime, about two years form now there will be another temporal shift similar to the one you experienced that will send him into the same world, but some years earlier. This is where it gets really confusing." She said, rubbing the bridge of her nose with her thumb and forefinger. "You saw the younger version of Trunks while you were there."
I nodded, I remembered clearly the younger lavender haired boy. "I was told that he was Bulma's son."
My mother nodded, "He was, shortly after he arrives in that dimension he will be adopted by Bulma. So he will be around when you show up, and, though he will not participate, his future self will tell him exactly what is happening. Mirai Trunks will also explain to the child who you are, how you got there and exactly what must happen in the future.
"So when the boy turns sixteen he will travel back in time to establish a relationship with his adoptive family in the past. He will return two more times; the second will be shortly before your arrival. The rest I believe you know."
We sat in silence for a while, it was a lot to take in, I felt that this ought to be something she told to Ami, who had a far better chance of understanding than I.
"What about the androids?" I asked after a while. "Wasn't that the reason he traveled back in time?"
"Most of it was just a story. It was true that they came, but they never defeated Earth's Special Forces, that was just a story to give reason for his travel back in time."
"And he did it all because…Trunks was the way he was because…"My voice trailed off, I couldn't bring myself to say it.
"It was as you thought," my mother said softly. "His two heritages were constantly warring. His Lunarian side had a continuous effect on his Sayain side. For the others the oozaru was a transformation, an unnatural form that hide their true selves, for Trunks the oozaru was his true self."
"Am I safe now mother? Will he…can I…?"
"You can live the rest of your life without worrying anymore about interference from your son."
I felt myself let out a breath I didn't even know I'd been holding as a few relieved tears slipped down my scarred cheeks. I considered for a moment asking her who the father was, but I realized that I didn't care anymore, my son was gone and I'd rather not know who it had been who had gotten me pregnant.
"I must go now" my mother said softly, "Try to be happy dear heart, try to move on."
I nodded though tears still shone in my eyes and embraced my mother before she disappeared from the room.
I'd like to be able to tell you that we lived happily for the rest of our lives, that the memories never came back, that life and destiny continued on as they were supposed to. I wish I could tell you all those things, I'd be lying. The pain doesn't just go away and the scars never disappear, some days it'd be better to just give up, sometimes it'd be easier to die, but you go on, you fight and you live for the beloved, just as the beloved fights and lives for you and you live…as well as you can to the end of your days. Crystal Tokyo will come in all its beauty and splendor, but Mamoru and I will not be there. We will lay in a grave somewhere, side by side, finally at peace.
THE END
Damn it, I even confused myself! All this time shit sucks! Oh well, that is the end of Moonstruck, I hope you liked it, I hope I can get the next chapter of Misery out soon (apparently I really like M words!)
-Niamh
