+++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 9+++
I walk around for a couple more hours in the freezing cold and pouring rain, thinking to myself every way that I'm even remotely like my old man. I walk round the neighborhood about 6 times before finally coming in. When I do, Serena is packing her things away into a suitcase, crying as she does so. She's leaving me. After all this time, she's finally realized what a heartless bastard I am. She's leaving me. I run into her room.
"Serena." I can't find anything else to say, so I just stand at the doorframe silently. I know that she has every reason in the world to want to go away, to leave me forever, but somehow I think this completely unfair. I mean, she could have left while I was out walking around, and I never would have gotten to say good-bye. It was by pure luck that I got here before she walked out the door. "You don't have to go this second."
"What?" She looks up at me.
"You could stay a while longer, you know." I don't realize it until now, but I've got tears forming in my eyes.
"No.I don't want to have to do the hard part of breaking up."
"What's the hard part?"
"Talking about what went wrong in the relationship." She collapses in sobs.
"Just stay for tonight then." I begin to cry, and she just takes her suitcase and heads for the door. In the past, I've thought about what I would do if something ever happened to Serena. But I never really believed any of those thoughts would come true. And now I can't bear it. I chase after her, all the way out the door and then into the rain as she waits for the bus to come. I take the bag from her shaky hands and let it fall to the wet concrete ground. And then I suddenly take her up in my arms, holding her more tightly than I ever have. And I realize something for the very first time: I love this woman more than life itself. I would do anything for her. I would die for her. Oh Serena, I think, please forgive me. I think all of this because I can't bring myself to actually say anything to her. I just hold her tightly to me in the pouring rain, and then I begin to kiss her everywhere. All over her face: her eyes her forehead, her nose, her cheeks, her ears, her neck, her shoulders. She continues to sob, and so do I, I think, but I can't feel the tears, and I don't care about anything but loving Serena to death. I run my hands up and down her arms and then all over her back. And then I dare to kiss her lips, and, surprisingly, she does the same back to me. The most passionate kiss I think either one of us has ever experienced. After what seems like a millennia, I pull away. We're both still crying like little children wanting their mothers, but it doesn't matter. Her mascara is dripping down her face, and her black hair is blown every which way, but she's beautiful. The most beautiful woman in the world.
"Serena," I say as I shiver.
"Hm?"
"I love you."
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 9+++
I walk around for a couple more hours in the freezing cold and pouring rain, thinking to myself every way that I'm even remotely like my old man. I walk round the neighborhood about 6 times before finally coming in. When I do, Serena is packing her things away into a suitcase, crying as she does so. She's leaving me. After all this time, she's finally realized what a heartless bastard I am. She's leaving me. I run into her room.
"Serena." I can't find anything else to say, so I just stand at the doorframe silently. I know that she has every reason in the world to want to go away, to leave me forever, but somehow I think this completely unfair. I mean, she could have left while I was out walking around, and I never would have gotten to say good-bye. It was by pure luck that I got here before she walked out the door. "You don't have to go this second."
"What?" She looks up at me.
"You could stay a while longer, you know." I don't realize it until now, but I've got tears forming in my eyes.
"No.I don't want to have to do the hard part of breaking up."
"What's the hard part?"
"Talking about what went wrong in the relationship." She collapses in sobs.
"Just stay for tonight then." I begin to cry, and she just takes her suitcase and heads for the door. In the past, I've thought about what I would do if something ever happened to Serena. But I never really believed any of those thoughts would come true. And now I can't bear it. I chase after her, all the way out the door and then into the rain as she waits for the bus to come. I take the bag from her shaky hands and let it fall to the wet concrete ground. And then I suddenly take her up in my arms, holding her more tightly than I ever have. And I realize something for the very first time: I love this woman more than life itself. I would do anything for her. I would die for her. Oh Serena, I think, please forgive me. I think all of this because I can't bring myself to actually say anything to her. I just hold her tightly to me in the pouring rain, and then I begin to kiss her everywhere. All over her face: her eyes her forehead, her nose, her cheeks, her ears, her neck, her shoulders. She continues to sob, and so do I, I think, but I can't feel the tears, and I don't care about anything but loving Serena to death. I run my hands up and down her arms and then all over her back. And then I dare to kiss her lips, and, surprisingly, she does the same back to me. The most passionate kiss I think either one of us has ever experienced. After what seems like a millennia, I pull away. We're both still crying like little children wanting their mothers, but it doesn't matter. Her mascara is dripping down her face, and her black hair is blown every which way, but she's beautiful. The most beautiful woman in the world.
"Serena," I say as I shiver.
"Hm?"
"I love you."