Trunks carefully walked over and sat down on his bed. He looked at his mom
who was still sitting on the open windowsill.
Bulma was gazing out the window. She smiled faintly as she said, "Goten's hiding outside. I guess he saw that I was in your room and is trying to find another way to get in. He should hear what I have to say, too." She took a deep breath, then shouted, "GOTEN! GET UP HERE!"
Trunks flinched at the loud outburst, then looked out the window and saw Goten floating just out of Bulma's arm range. Trunks opened his arms and quietly watched as Goten glared at Bulma, then slowly fly around her into Trunks' waiting embrace. Trunks held him tight, drawing on whatever strength he had left not to cry. Goten was shaking with anger at Bulma for hurting Trunks and at himself for being so helpless to heal Trunks' wounds. Trunks looked over Goten to his mom who was looking away, unable to look at him from disgust or guilt he couldn't tell.
"So, what did you want to talk with us about?" Trunks asked in a voice as cold as ice, making sure to put emphasis on the "us."
Bulma, still not looking up, said, "Well, Tien and I talked, and I now understand that I may have been. rash in the way I reacted. And I won't lie, I will probably never feel comfortable with. this, but I no longer will oppose. Can you forgive me?"
Goten was clinging onto Trunks' shirt, almost willing Trunks' not to cry. But Trunks didn't even notice, all he could think was, "My mother is sorry! This is what I've been waiting for, to go back to the way we were before!" Then another voice inside of him said, "She's made Goten and you feel so much pain for who you are. Isn't it time she felt what she did to you?" The two sides raged war in Trunks' mind, neither side giving way. He finally said just loud enough so his mother could hear and no louder, "I don't know. I need to think."
Bulma nodded and silently left the room She had done her part, now she just needed to wait.
Trunks waited until his mother left the room, then he collapsed backwards on the bed, dragging Goten down with him. He closed his eyes and whispered, "I'm so tired," and fell asleep. *
Author's Note: This is where my pretyped writing ends, so now I have three more prewritten chapters that I need to type up, then I have to come up with a good epilog. Man, I am so going fail science class..
On to Chapter Eleven! R&R!
Bulma was gazing out the window. She smiled faintly as she said, "Goten's hiding outside. I guess he saw that I was in your room and is trying to find another way to get in. He should hear what I have to say, too." She took a deep breath, then shouted, "GOTEN! GET UP HERE!"
Trunks flinched at the loud outburst, then looked out the window and saw Goten floating just out of Bulma's arm range. Trunks opened his arms and quietly watched as Goten glared at Bulma, then slowly fly around her into Trunks' waiting embrace. Trunks held him tight, drawing on whatever strength he had left not to cry. Goten was shaking with anger at Bulma for hurting Trunks and at himself for being so helpless to heal Trunks' wounds. Trunks looked over Goten to his mom who was looking away, unable to look at him from disgust or guilt he couldn't tell.
"So, what did you want to talk with us about?" Trunks asked in a voice as cold as ice, making sure to put emphasis on the "us."
Bulma, still not looking up, said, "Well, Tien and I talked, and I now understand that I may have been. rash in the way I reacted. And I won't lie, I will probably never feel comfortable with. this, but I no longer will oppose. Can you forgive me?"
Goten was clinging onto Trunks' shirt, almost willing Trunks' not to cry. But Trunks didn't even notice, all he could think was, "My mother is sorry! This is what I've been waiting for, to go back to the way we were before!" Then another voice inside of him said, "She's made Goten and you feel so much pain for who you are. Isn't it time she felt what she did to you?" The two sides raged war in Trunks' mind, neither side giving way. He finally said just loud enough so his mother could hear and no louder, "I don't know. I need to think."
Bulma nodded and silently left the room She had done her part, now she just needed to wait.
Trunks waited until his mother left the room, then he collapsed backwards on the bed, dragging Goten down with him. He closed his eyes and whispered, "I'm so tired," and fell asleep. *
Author's Note: This is where my pretyped writing ends, so now I have three more prewritten chapters that I need to type up, then I have to come up with a good epilog. Man, I am so going fail science class..
On to Chapter Eleven! R&R!