+++Disclaimer+++
I don't own DragonBallZ or any of the characters.
+++Explanations+++ This story is as if the History of Trunks movie never existed. I've changed
a few things for plot purposes, but nothing big like names, races, etc.
Trunks narrates the story.
+++Chapter 4+++
The funeral was horrible. It was pouring down rain at the graveside, and you couldn't hear a thing the reverend said due to the outrageous thunder. My mother had her arms around Serena, a single tear running down her cheek. Serena, however, wasn't holding up at all. She had no one. She had no mother. She had no father. She had no brother. She had no family. She had no one. She sobbed so loud into my mother's shoulder that it almost made everyone else there at the graveside want to sob as well. And who could blame her, honestly? Losing Gohan was enough. Did she need this?
Everyone went to our house after the funeral to have some refreshments and to talk a little, to remember what a great wife and mother Chi-Chi was, that sort of thing. Serena just sat silently on the couch, silent tears running down her cheeks. I wanted to go sit beside her, to comfort her, to put my arms around her. I didn't feel sorry for her, I just felt a strange sort of feeling for Serena welling up inside me that I'd never felt before, not about anyone. I was frightened, scared to death that I would say the wrong thing. So I said nothing. I just poured more cups of coffee for the guests and kept my head down so I wouldn't have to see the sad portrait of a miserable girl a day before her graduation that was sitting on the couch.
Serena moved all of her things into a room across the hall from mine in our house. We sold everything else in that house of Chi-Chi and Goku's, everything except old pictures and keepsakes, and then we left the house alone, not to be disturbed again. The first night Serena was there, the night after graduation, while the other seniors were out partying, I was sitting at home watching a movie while Serena arranged her room upstairs. I got restless, though, it wasn't right for me not to be with Serena right now. So I went up to the room to find her sitting on the bed in her spaghetti strap top and pajama pants, sobbing her eyes out.
I panicked; I didn't know what to do. So I just stood there. "Rena? Are, are you uh, you alright?" She said nothing, just shook her head. I finally took a deep breath and walked over to her. I sat on the bed and pulled her up onto my lap. I tilted her head upwards and looked into her red, puffy eyes, brushing her beautiful black, silky hair out of the way. "I love you." Her eyes widened, just as mine had a moment ago. We were both in shock at what I had just said. I was in love with her; I was in love with the daughter of Goku. I was in love with her! It felt better than anything I'd ever experienced. Especially when she returned my feelings and kissed me. Everything I've told you about Serena and I might have seemed boring, but I guarantee you that it wasn't. Oh, God, it wasn't.
I don't own DragonBallZ or any of the characters.
+++Explanations+++ This story is as if the History of Trunks movie never existed. I've changed
a few things for plot purposes, but nothing big like names, races, etc.
Trunks narrates the story.
+++Chapter 4+++
The funeral was horrible. It was pouring down rain at the graveside, and you couldn't hear a thing the reverend said due to the outrageous thunder. My mother had her arms around Serena, a single tear running down her cheek. Serena, however, wasn't holding up at all. She had no one. She had no mother. She had no father. She had no brother. She had no family. She had no one. She sobbed so loud into my mother's shoulder that it almost made everyone else there at the graveside want to sob as well. And who could blame her, honestly? Losing Gohan was enough. Did she need this?
Everyone went to our house after the funeral to have some refreshments and to talk a little, to remember what a great wife and mother Chi-Chi was, that sort of thing. Serena just sat silently on the couch, silent tears running down her cheeks. I wanted to go sit beside her, to comfort her, to put my arms around her. I didn't feel sorry for her, I just felt a strange sort of feeling for Serena welling up inside me that I'd never felt before, not about anyone. I was frightened, scared to death that I would say the wrong thing. So I said nothing. I just poured more cups of coffee for the guests and kept my head down so I wouldn't have to see the sad portrait of a miserable girl a day before her graduation that was sitting on the couch.
Serena moved all of her things into a room across the hall from mine in our house. We sold everything else in that house of Chi-Chi and Goku's, everything except old pictures and keepsakes, and then we left the house alone, not to be disturbed again. The first night Serena was there, the night after graduation, while the other seniors were out partying, I was sitting at home watching a movie while Serena arranged her room upstairs. I got restless, though, it wasn't right for me not to be with Serena right now. So I went up to the room to find her sitting on the bed in her spaghetti strap top and pajama pants, sobbing her eyes out.
I panicked; I didn't know what to do. So I just stood there. "Rena? Are, are you uh, you alright?" She said nothing, just shook her head. I finally took a deep breath and walked over to her. I sat on the bed and pulled her up onto my lap. I tilted her head upwards and looked into her red, puffy eyes, brushing her beautiful black, silky hair out of the way. "I love you." Her eyes widened, just as mine had a moment ago. We were both in shock at what I had just said. I was in love with her; I was in love with the daughter of Goku. I was in love with her! It felt better than anything I'd ever experienced. Especially when she returned my feelings and kissed me. Everything I've told you about Serena and I might have seemed boring, but I guarantee you that it wasn't. Oh, God, it wasn't.