Bubun: San
Bulma had, naturally, gone into hysterics. Despite what Trunks was trying to tell her, she completely tuned him out and, literally, shoved a senzu bean down his throat. When it didn't work, she went ballistic. Trunks supposed that she thought he actually had a say in whether or not his wounds would heal with the bean's magic.
So, in complete panic, Bulma phoned Goku. Again Trunks was a bit dumbfounded by her behaviour, of course, panic did lead you to completely loose your control and mind temporarily.
What angered Trunks the most, that his father had left the house the second he could. That son of a bitch had no right to be so stupid. It made Trunks so unimaginably mad at how Vegeta could just brush him off like that. How was that supposed to make him feel? For a few seconds, until he realized the current situation, he felt like going after him and trying to kill him or at least fight him. Of course Vegeta would most likely kill him.
Goku and Goten were at the house almost immediately. Those two and Bulma went to the immediate task of figuring out just why the beans didn't work. The entire time, nobody was paying much attention to Trunks. Oh sure, the second Trunks tried to get a metre in distance away from his mother she completely freaked out like he was going to go jump out a window or something. Had she forgotten in her panic that he could fly? No, he wasn't getting paid much attention to. In fact nobody was listening to him. For all they knew they had completely forgotten he could talk, as well as fly.
This was pissing off Trunks. Nobody cared. Nobody believed him that it was an accident, but he let them go on that one because he sure as hell wouldn't believe it. Seeing as nobody was really caring about whatever input he may have had in the discussion, Trunks just shut up and brooded over the whole situation.
Obviously that girl, whoever or whatever she may be, was trying to kill him. Then had she been the one to slash his wrist in the first place? Then who had that other guy been? The first voice that he had heard? Maybe the man had cut his wrist… or maybe…
A dark thought entered Trunks' head, one that he had pretty much been avoiding for the longest of time.
What if he had cut himself? He had been holding the knife after all… he shook his head. No way. No fucking way! He was not suicidal!
But he had been holding the knife.
You've hurt yourself Trunks.
Trunks remembered the dark voice. It had been the first sentence she had said to him, and he hadn't been able to see in that dreamscape before. So maybe, maybe that's what had happened. Maybe, although Trunks found it hard to believe, maybe he was suicidal. Somewhere deep inside, he was suicidal.
*
"He'll be fine already!" Goten urged for what must have been the one hundredth time that he wouldn't let Trunks attempt to kill himself and that she should just go to work.
Goten had decided to stay after all the hassle during the night. Trunks was his best friend after all, he had known Trunks his whole life. Bulma had made so many phone calls, that even if she had forgotten to phone any of the Z fighters, one would pass the message along.
With Bulma finally out the door, Goten turned to his best friend who was still annoyed sitting on the couch.
"Hey guess what!" Goten asked enthusiastically and sat down beside Trunks.
"Uh… what?" Surprised that someone was finally making conversation with him instead of thinking he would kill himself, Trunks decided to make the best of it.
"I was at this flea market, and I was buying stuff-"
"People tend to buy stuff at the flea market."
"-And I came across this box of CDs, really old CDs, so I bought one."
"Ah, what CD?"
"Can't remember, but let's go listen to it," Goten then ran off upstairs dragging Trunks by the arm, not wrist, arm.
"I can't believe my life is in your hands," Trunks sarcastically stated with a grin forming, he was so relived to get his mind off of things.
The two sat down in Trunks room and pulled his CD player out where they promptly inserted the CD. Trunks picked up the CD cover and stared at it oddly.
"How they hell is this pronounced?" Trunks pointed to the name, Goten took it from him, looked at it, and shrugged.
"M&M… like the candy? Hey, do you have any food, I'm hungry."
"Yeah in the kitchen," Goten grabbed Trunks and the two went downstairs. "You don't have to drag me around with you Goten."
"I know, but I promised Bulma that I wouldn't let you out of my site," Goten replied as he ransacked the fridge.
"Weren't we gonna listen to a CD?" Trunks asked noticing the Briefs' food supply running low.
"Oh yeah, M&M," he finished what he was eating and the two returned upstairs.
"I think it's Eminem, not '&' 'in' Em-in-nem," Trunks read the cover seeing if he was right. Nobody could know for sure.
Goten then pressed play and the two started to listen, they talked for a bit until they both drifted off listening to how music used to be once upon a time. And then Trunks' mind wandered off into a daydream.
He was standing in front of a mirror, it was one of the mirrors that could show your whole body, and from the reflection he could tell that he was in a very messy room in an attic or something. He was in his room, but it wasn't his room. And he was so scared to be there.
Finally concentrating on the reflection he found something that was very wrong. He was really, really skinny, his skin was very pale and his purple hair was so long that it went down to his shoulders, only it was done up in a pony tail. His left eye was bruised and he was thinking about the girl he had just met.
The girl off his dreams.
Trunks was really angry suddenly, although this boy's body wasn't his, that was his face, and he had no control over his thoughts or movements.
I'm just a spectator.
Trunks then noticed the music in the background.
I've got a crush on a pretty pistol,
should I tell her I feel this way?
Father told us to be faithful.
Then he got all choked up.
"Otousama… why?" The boy's eyes looked so sad suddenly, and the Trunks spectator realised that the fear he felt was because of his father, the bruise on his eye was because of his father… he was crying because of his father.
I'm… crying?
"Why!?!" Trunks then lashed out at his wall by throwing something, it was a knife. It was the knife that had been in his dream, just a simple knife with a black handle. The knife was covered by something red.
He then looked down at his wrist, it was covered in blood and Trunks knew he had been the one to cut it. He wanted to die, but he didn't kill himself, because of that girl. He then looked farther down to the ground and saw a CD cover; it was from the band that was playing.
Marilyn-
"You ok there Trunks?" Goten asked noticing the odd behaviour, but not noticing that he snapped Trunks out of his daze.
"Yeah," Trunks shook the feeling of wanting to end his life away from his system. He did NOT want to end his life. He liked his life.
… With all the bullshit they pull 'cause they full of shit too.
When a dude's getting bullied and shoots up your school,
and they blame it on Marilyn…
Trunks noticed the lyrics playing in the background and yelled out at the last line.
"What did he say?"
"Huh?" Goten asked being completely confused. He was good at that.
"The lyrics! What were they?" Trunks then ran towards the CD player and played that line again. Marilyn what? He knew for sure that there had been another word after Marilyn, but what the hell was it? "Goten, I have to go find some more of these CDs."
"What CD?"
"Marilyn something, whatever. I have to find it!"
"I told Bulma I wouldn't leave you alone," Goten attempted to explain but was cut off by Trunks again.
"Come with me and you won't have that problem," Trunks was already taking the 'Eminem' CD and shoving it in his pocket. "C'mon!"
"Look Trunks, your mom wanted you to not leave the house so that you could rest and I agree with her."
Trunks looked at his friend intently. "Goten, you have known me my whole life, would I ever even think about killing myself?" The question was simple enough, Goten had known him his whole life and in fact it had struck him as really odd that he would want to kill himself… but that's what made it that much scarier.
"Trunks… I use to not think so but… I mean, how else could it have happened?" Goten said meekly thinking that maybe it hadn't been the best answer in the world to give.
"I see," Trunks said absently minded, he was so unbelievably hurt by what Goten had just said, but hey, lately everyone was hurting his feelings. What did one more person to the list do to him? "Just take me to the library or something, they'll have her on record."
Trunks was one of those people who were good at hiding his emotions, a trade that he had gotten from his father Vegeta, so when someone like Goten could actually see the hurt in Trunks eyes, he decided it best to not disagree with him.
"Ok, fine," Goten gave in. "But if Bulma finds out and kills me, I'm coming back for you dammit!"
*
The two boys entered the library; it was really big and pretty empty. People would rather go search things up on the Internet now a day rather than walk all two blocks to the nearest library, of course at the moment the two boys were trying to find some CDs, and if they looked up on the net they would end up having to buy 'em.
After searching at the flea market only to come out empty handed, the two decided this the best course of action, but Trunks almost regretted going in there after meeting the clerk.
"The band's name is 'Marilyn something'," Trunks said when asked what he was looking for.
The Clerk was exhausted and annoyed. She hated people like this. 'Have you seen the book with the blue cover?' 'It was written by the guy that wrote the last book I read'. She hated her job. She began to type things in.
"Well," she finally said, "we have a couple things, is the band old?"
Trunks nodded his head, he wasn't too sure how old, but something told him that the band was definitely older than he was.
"Ok, Marilyn Monroe, Marilyn Manson-"
"That's the one!" Trunks shouted suddenly. He was so sure about this.
The clerk looked down at Trunks' wrist and frowned, she only knew so, so about 'Marilyn Manson', but he seemed to be the kind of person to listen to his music. At seeing where her glance was going Trunks shoved his hand into his pockets hiding the bandages and ignoring the pain.
"It's always you kids…" the clerk mumbled as she continued typing.
Although that last comment would have come out as mumbling to humans, these two were both half Saiyan and both glared at the clerk as she typed. 'What a bitch' was on both their minds, of course, it also made them wonder what the hell Trunks was looking for.
"Ok, we have a bunch of his CDs in the back, I'll take ya there," the clerk got out of the desk and started to walk away not even really caring if the two were following, but of course they were.
The three finally got to a shelf in the back with several CDs all piled up; one rack down they had tapes and vinyl. Trunks was curious to know just how old all of these things were. The clerk searched for a few second and then pulled four CDs out.
"We don't have any of his later stuff, just the first four," she then handed them to Goten and wandered off.
Goten looked at them for a few seconds until Trunks took them from him and looked at each of them closely.
Although they looked so damn familiar, Trunks had never seen these before, let alone ever heard of 'Marilyn Manson'. Of course, he had never heard of this 'Eminem' guy either, but for some reason he just knew that he hated him.
"It's not here," Trunks finally said and put them back on the shelf.
"What's not here?" Goten asked confused.
"The one I was looking for."
"But… you weren't looking for a specific one."
"Yes, I was," Trunks answered getting annoyed with his friend yet again. Annoyed with the whole damn library for not having whatever CD he was looking for, Trunks started to leave very fast, Goten hot on his heals.
"So where are we going now?" Goten inquired.
"Home I guess."
Goten was relived to hear that, he was so scared that Bulma would phone and they wouldn't be there and that she'd phone the police out of fear… and then she would never let Goten see Trunks again.
The clerk saw them leave and called out to them. "Did you find what you were looking for?"
"No," Goten answered seeing Trunks was off in his own little world.
"Well here," the clerk held out a piece of paper. "This girl I know collects all these old CDs and stuff, she might have what you want."
Trunks heard that and grabbed the piece of paper from her with an address written on it. Trunks looked over it and pocketed the address.
"Thank you," he said.
"Her name is Elise Stevens, tell her Meagan sent you," the clerk then turned back to her desk hoping that her friend from high school would be able to deal with the teens better than she could.
Goten grabbed Trunks' shoulder as they got outside. "Trunks, can we just go back to your house now and then he can go visit this Stevens girl tomorrow."
"No," Trunks shook his head. "This is something I have to do now."
"Trunks, do you have any idea how much shit I'm going to get in if Bulma finds out I took you outside?"
"I don't care!" Trunks lashed out pulling away from Goten's grip. "I don't care Goten, about what trouble you may get in! That doesn't mean anything me! You don't mean anything to me!"
Goten was speechless. His reason for getting back was mostly that he didn't want to get on Bulma's bad side because he didn't want her to say something irrational like that they couldn't hang out 'till this blew over… or after that. But mostly, he was worried about Trunks; he had been acting a little strange since coming back from being with Vegeta. Goten was worried about his best friend because he meant so much to him. Goten wasn't too sure if Trunks had meant what he had said or if he was just under a lot of stress, but instead of going home and doing something stupid like crying, he followed Trunks to the address given to them.
*
"One second!" Came a groggy voice from the other side of the door. Trunks and Goten had just gotten to the door and knocked. Finally the door opened and a girl in her mid-thirties with light brown hair down to her shoulders and hazel eyes rimmed with red opened the door wearing casual black jeans and a t-shirt. "May I help you?"
"Uh, we got your address from this girl named Meagan, are you Ms. Stevens?" Trunks asked back in his normal self.
"Miss Stevens, yeah Meagan. Ok, what can I help you with?" Elise rubbed her eyes and the two could tell she had just woken up… or had been smoking something.
"I hear you collect CDs, so I was wondering if you had any by 'Marilyn Manson'." Trunks said with determination in his voice, Elise got a sheepish grin on her face and leaned against the door.
"'Marilyn Manson'…? C'mon in," she opened the door wide for the two boys to come in and then began walking down to the basement. "Close the door behind you!" Goten being the last one in complied with her wishes.
The three got down to the basement that was pilled with boxes, each had labels that Trunks supposed were bands, Goten wasn't so fast to catch on.
"Hey, what's with the food boxes?" Goten asked with a hungry look on his face.
"That's not food," Elise grabbed it protectively. "It's a band."
"People named a band 'Corn'?"
"Aren't you here to find 'Marilyn Manson' shit?"
"First 'Eminem', now 'Korn'," Goten mumbled to himself and Elise looked at him oddly.
"'Eminem'? Why would you listen to that shit?"
*
After a few minutes Elise had found the proper box marked 'Marilyn Manson' and handed it to Trunks, she then went upstairs to 'air out the living room', whatever that meant. Trunks looked through it very quickly like his life depended on it, he felt like it did though.
He went through shirts, tapes, CDs. Finally he pulled out a black CD with the words 'Marilyn Manson' and 'Holy Wood' underneath it. On the cover was a picture of the top of a man with his arms spread out like he was being crucified and a faint imagery of a halo over his head. The picture gave Goten the creeps, but Trunks found it oddly fascinating.
"This is it," Trunks said quietly remembering seeing in on his floor, still not fully able to admit that it was him who held all those suicidal thoughts.
"Great! Let's go home!" Goten urged, and to his complete relief Trunks nodded, hopefully this time he wouldn't change his mind as they were about to do just so. They grabbed the CD and seeing Elise was so damn nice she let the two borrow the CD (actually she just thought they were both cute, and wanted them to visit again).
*
Trunks found himself yet again in the dreamscape, but the girl was nowhere to be seen. Then he felt her arms wrapped around his waist, and her hair gently caressing his arms. His eyes widened in shock.
I wanted to hold you one last time… before I killed you.
She whispered silently. Why the hell was she suddenly wrapped around his waist all calm? Last time he was there the girl wanted nothing more than to kill him. Was she schizophrenic or something?
"What's your name?" Trunks asked, surprising himself, what had possessed him to ask that? Why would it matter? Maybe curiosity of who she was drove him to ask, or maybe he wanted to know the name of the girl who would 'kill him'.
The girl smiled and suppressed a chuckle.
You know my name.
"But I don't, I don't remember you," Trunks protested, and even though he couldn't see her, he felt her face sadden.
You can remember if you try.
"But I can't!"
Do you remember when we first met?
Trunks almost said 'no', until he realized that he did remember. The daydream he had in school that day, how she had come up to him, the day was grey and she was wearing white. He was a nobody and she was…
"I do…" Trunks didn't want to call her an 'angel' or anything 'angelic' for that matter.
Because you wanted to.
"No, I had no control over that," Trunks protested.
If you can't remember, want to. You didn't know who I was… so you remembered.
"Just… give me a name, any name."
Yume Mi.
(Hey, I've been trying to write this one for about three days now, and so many people are bugging me to put it up *cough*Carrie*cough*. I saw that it was running long and I hate writing really long parts, then it's hard to read it all in one sitting *I want to please people with and without short attention spans*. Another reason is that I'm in a happy mood *can ya tell?* and I only like writing the dreams and daydreams when I get that creepiness flowing through me *so when I get bored and shit in Math I write those, the last part was actually written half way through while I was at school. Funny huh?*. Oi, so much to explain, first of all I mentioned in the first chapter that I didn't want to use many Japanese words, of course I still used 'Kami' which actually means 'God' in Japanese, but it wouldn't sound right for the DBZ world to use God rather than Kami *ramble*. I don't know if you've noticed, but I incorporate Japanese in Trunks daydreams, before you call me an idiot, LET ME EXPLAIN. I didn't want to use much Japanese in the story because some people out there can't speak it, but I wanted to give 'real life' and the 'daydreams' different dialects, so I gave the daydreams Japanese, which is funny because the daydreams are suppose to be English and the real world Japanese *nervous laughter*, so I'm an idiot! Shut up! Hey look! I put my buddy and myself in the story! Go me! Although that isn't my last name, it's my mom's. Now, it took me a long time to name this chapter because of a certain review I got from a 'Ur Pimp', but I won't mention any names, he started to say stupid fucking things about Marilyn Manson which I found to be quite insulting, but instead of bitching, I decided that because of the content involving Marilyn Manson in this chapter, I dedicate this chapter to 'Ur Pimp'. Now that I'm on the subject of dedications, because I was so damn tired when I wrote the last chapter talkie thingy at the end, I forgot to dedicate it to Carrie, because it just so happened to take place on her birthday… actually this story took place on her birthday too, but I dedicated it to someone else and the other one actually went out on her birthday so… ya know. Oh, and sorry if I offended people by a) calling Eminem 'Bullshit' b) having Marilyn Manson in this story c) swearing a fucking lot d) talking about suicide, but ya know what? It's my story!!! Thank you and good night. Please give me reviews, and my e-m hasn't changed).