"HI GOTEN! HI TRUNKS!" Pan yelled as she stepped off the bus. "Look Bra,
the boys couldn't wait for us to come home."
"I'm not surprised. I'm sure they've been bored out of their minds without us around," Bra said as she stepped off behind Pan. "Why the long faces boys? Aren't you happy to see us?"
The two boys stood for a second not knowing where to begin. The sound of the bus driving off was the only noise to break the silence. Bra and Pan exchanged confused looks with each other. Finally Trunks spoke, "Bra, I have some really bad news to tell you. I just don't know how to say it."
"Come on bro, you can tell me anything. Did papa do something bad again? If it wasn't for mama, he'd be in all sorts of trouble," Bra said jokingly.
"That's just it Bra, it's not father this time. I'm sorry Bra, mom's dead," Trunks could barely force out the last word as tears began to form in his eyes.
Bra dropped the suitcase she was holding and turned as pale as a ghost. "No., you're lying. Mama's not dead. She in the house and she's fine. Why would you say something like that?" Bra said, knowing her brother would never lie to her about something like that. Tears began streaming down her cheeks and she fell to her knees. As she began to sob, Trunks leaned down and put his arms around his little sister. She wrapped her arms around him and buried her face in his chest.
"Oh Bra, Trunks, I'm so sorry," Pan quietly said as she leaned down and put a hand on Trunk's shoulder. She looked up at Goten and saw him looking at the ground with marks of tears on his cheeks.
Trunks helped Bra stand up still holding on to her while she wept. "Let's go inside," he said with the sound of pain obvious in his voice. As they began walking towards the house, Goten grabbed Bra's suitcase and he and Pan followed.
Once inside, Trunks sat Bra down on the couch taking place next to her. "It's going to be okay. I'm here for you. I'll always be here for you," Trunks whispered into her ear as he stroked her hair.
"H.. how," Bra forced out between her sobs as the teary eyed girl looked up at her older brother.
Fighting back tears of his own, Trunks sat for a second as the memories of that day flooded through his mind again. He could see it all as though it were happening right then. "The weather was really bad. It was raining so hard. Mother had went to town. She knew the weather was going to be bad, but she wanted to try and beat the storm. A man crossed over into her lane, she never saw him coming," Trunks, too overwhelmed to continue, pulled his sister close as they both wept now.
Pan walked up to Trunks and knelt down next to him, putting an arm around him and laying her head on his shoulder. Goten sat on the other side of Bra and put his hand on her back to let her know he was there. Bra turned and pulled him into her. She held on to him tightly as he ran his hand over her hair and held her close. Trunk was now embracing Pan. Time slowly passed as the four sat without saying a word. All were crying now, Trunks and Bra for the loss of their mother. Goten and Pan for the pain their friends and loved ones were going through.
"I'm not surprised. I'm sure they've been bored out of their minds without us around," Bra said as she stepped off behind Pan. "Why the long faces boys? Aren't you happy to see us?"
The two boys stood for a second not knowing where to begin. The sound of the bus driving off was the only noise to break the silence. Bra and Pan exchanged confused looks with each other. Finally Trunks spoke, "Bra, I have some really bad news to tell you. I just don't know how to say it."
"Come on bro, you can tell me anything. Did papa do something bad again? If it wasn't for mama, he'd be in all sorts of trouble," Bra said jokingly.
"That's just it Bra, it's not father this time. I'm sorry Bra, mom's dead," Trunks could barely force out the last word as tears began to form in his eyes.
Bra dropped the suitcase she was holding and turned as pale as a ghost. "No., you're lying. Mama's not dead. She in the house and she's fine. Why would you say something like that?" Bra said, knowing her brother would never lie to her about something like that. Tears began streaming down her cheeks and she fell to her knees. As she began to sob, Trunks leaned down and put his arms around his little sister. She wrapped her arms around him and buried her face in his chest.
"Oh Bra, Trunks, I'm so sorry," Pan quietly said as she leaned down and put a hand on Trunk's shoulder. She looked up at Goten and saw him looking at the ground with marks of tears on his cheeks.
Trunks helped Bra stand up still holding on to her while she wept. "Let's go inside," he said with the sound of pain obvious in his voice. As they began walking towards the house, Goten grabbed Bra's suitcase and he and Pan followed.
Once inside, Trunks sat Bra down on the couch taking place next to her. "It's going to be okay. I'm here for you. I'll always be here for you," Trunks whispered into her ear as he stroked her hair.
"H.. how," Bra forced out between her sobs as the teary eyed girl looked up at her older brother.
Fighting back tears of his own, Trunks sat for a second as the memories of that day flooded through his mind again. He could see it all as though it were happening right then. "The weather was really bad. It was raining so hard. Mother had went to town. She knew the weather was going to be bad, but she wanted to try and beat the storm. A man crossed over into her lane, she never saw him coming," Trunks, too overwhelmed to continue, pulled his sister close as they both wept now.
Pan walked up to Trunks and knelt down next to him, putting an arm around him and laying her head on his shoulder. Goten sat on the other side of Bra and put his hand on her back to let her know he was there. Bra turned and pulled him into her. She held on to him tightly as he ran his hand over her hair and held her close. Trunk was now embracing Pan. Time slowly passed as the four sat without saying a word. All were crying now, Trunks and Bra for the loss of their mother. Goten and Pan for the pain their friends and loved ones were going through.
