Author's Notes
Botan: OK! Here we are at the site of my first fanfiction!
Mirai: This should be very interesting.
Botan: Put on your hardhats and watch out for falling debris!
Disclaimer: You think I own DBZ? You're more mental than me!
Tears flowed freely down his face mixing with the rain. He didn't know how long he had been there. It didn't matter to him anyway. All that mattered was that his sensei, his best friend was dead. He'd finally obtained what he and Gohan and been working for, he was a Super Saiya-jin. Trunks would trade it all though to bring him back. After all, it hadn't saved Gohan's life. "Kaasan will be worried about me." Trunks thought out loud. He slowly got up from where he'd been on the ground, huddled in despair. He couldn't leave Gohan here, he just couldn't.
Bulma heard the door creak open. She had been so concerned about Trunks, she was just glad he was back.
"Off trying to get yo.." She stopped immediately when she saw what was slung over her son's shoulder. "What happened ?" She said in an alarmed voice. When Trunks didn't meet her gaze, she knew. Gohan-kun was dead.
Bulma twisted the phone cord around her finger. She had tried staring at it for almost an hour. It hadn't gone away yet. In the past she had always called Chi-Chi whenever Gohan had been hurt. She'd start yelling that her "baby" needed a mother's love get better. Bulma just didn't know if she could break the news that her son was dead. "She had to know, she has to know, pick up the phone and call her."
"Hi, Bulma what is it?" Gyuumaou heard his daughter's soft pleasant voice from the other room. "What, what about Gohan?"
"Chi-Chi ?" He walked in to the kitchen to see tears in his daughters eyes and the phone on the floor, Bulma's voice still resonating from it.
"Gohan wasn't supposed to die, dad. He wasn't supposed to die!"
Trunks sat on the couch staring at his own hands. He heard his kaasan talking to him. Her voice was drifting slowly to his ears. Why didn't Gohan let him come? He was alone, the last one able to fight the jinzouningen. If Gohan-san didn't have the strength to beat them, how could he? Trunks had so many questions he knew no one could answer. "We'll have to bury Gohan- kun" That sentence came clearly to his ears. Burying Gohan meant sealing what Trunks was trying so hard to deny.
Chi-Chi, Gyuumaou, Bulma and Trunks were the only ones at the funeral for the man who died trying to protect the entire world from the mechanical monsters.
Bulma looked up from her silent prayer at her son. Chi-Chi and her father had already gone home, to deal with their grief in their own way. Trunks hadn't said anything since Gohan had died. She knew that this would be hard on him. Even though he'd grown up in a world full of nothing but death, he'd never had someone close to him die. He'd never really had anyone close to him at all.
"Trunks, are you sure you don't want to come in?" A nod was all the response she could get from him. "Don't worry Trunks, he's an angel now. He'll be watching over you."
"An angel?" Bulma smiled, "Yeah, Trunks-chan, an angel."
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Botan: Making that little line is fun!___________________
Mirai:*sweatdrop*
Botan: This fanfic stems from me listening to "We Were Angels" waaaay too many times.
Mirai: So what's your next fanfic idea?
Botan: Next?
Botan: OK! Here we are at the site of my first fanfiction!
Mirai: This should be very interesting.
Botan: Put on your hardhats and watch out for falling debris!
Disclaimer: You think I own DBZ? You're more mental than me!
Tears flowed freely down his face mixing with the rain. He didn't know how long he had been there. It didn't matter to him anyway. All that mattered was that his sensei, his best friend was dead. He'd finally obtained what he and Gohan and been working for, he was a Super Saiya-jin. Trunks would trade it all though to bring him back. After all, it hadn't saved Gohan's life. "Kaasan will be worried about me." Trunks thought out loud. He slowly got up from where he'd been on the ground, huddled in despair. He couldn't leave Gohan here, he just couldn't.
Bulma heard the door creak open. She had been so concerned about Trunks, she was just glad he was back.
"Off trying to get yo.." She stopped immediately when she saw what was slung over her son's shoulder. "What happened ?" She said in an alarmed voice. When Trunks didn't meet her gaze, she knew. Gohan-kun was dead.
Bulma twisted the phone cord around her finger. She had tried staring at it for almost an hour. It hadn't gone away yet. In the past she had always called Chi-Chi whenever Gohan had been hurt. She'd start yelling that her "baby" needed a mother's love get better. Bulma just didn't know if she could break the news that her son was dead. "She had to know, she has to know, pick up the phone and call her."
"Hi, Bulma what is it?" Gyuumaou heard his daughter's soft pleasant voice from the other room. "What, what about Gohan?"
"Chi-Chi ?" He walked in to the kitchen to see tears in his daughters eyes and the phone on the floor, Bulma's voice still resonating from it.
"Gohan wasn't supposed to die, dad. He wasn't supposed to die!"
Trunks sat on the couch staring at his own hands. He heard his kaasan talking to him. Her voice was drifting slowly to his ears. Why didn't Gohan let him come? He was alone, the last one able to fight the jinzouningen. If Gohan-san didn't have the strength to beat them, how could he? Trunks had so many questions he knew no one could answer. "We'll have to bury Gohan- kun" That sentence came clearly to his ears. Burying Gohan meant sealing what Trunks was trying so hard to deny.
Chi-Chi, Gyuumaou, Bulma and Trunks were the only ones at the funeral for the man who died trying to protect the entire world from the mechanical monsters.
Bulma looked up from her silent prayer at her son. Chi-Chi and her father had already gone home, to deal with their grief in their own way. Trunks hadn't said anything since Gohan had died. She knew that this would be hard on him. Even though he'd grown up in a world full of nothing but death, he'd never had someone close to him die. He'd never really had anyone close to him at all.
"Trunks, are you sure you don't want to come in?" A nod was all the response she could get from him. "Don't worry Trunks, he's an angel now. He'll be watching over you."
"An angel?" Bulma smiled, "Yeah, Trunks-chan, an angel."
____________________________________________________________________________
Botan: Making that little line is fun!___________________
Mirai:*sweatdrop*
Botan: This fanfic stems from me listening to "We Were Angels" waaaay too many times.
Mirai: So what's your next fanfic idea?
Botan: Next?
