Bubun: Juuni
Hitomi sat in her room impatiently waiting for Trunks return. They would finally be together forever; nothing else could possibly get in their way.
She could hear someone shuffling around downstairs and realized it was Vegeta. He was a mystery to her. Sure, she knew what his past was and all that shit.
He used to be a martial artist, but too many things got to him. He was never at home, even though he was married and had a kid. He was always training and at competitions, but he could never beat Goku Son.
When his wife died, he gave up on martial arts, on his son, on his life... Then he met Manako; there was no doubt that Manako had a crush on him, that's why Kokoro never quite got along with him.
Either way, he worked here now. Must kill him to see Trunks there so much. Maybe he was truly living another life though.
For a second, Hitomi considered going down there and telling him that Trunks knew and that they were gonna run off together. She truly wondered what he'd say.
Would he be angry? Would he not give a damn? Would he for once play the part of the concerned father, or play the part of the father for that matter? So many questions. And in the end, she could ask none.
There weren't many belongings to pack, so she was done in a couple minutes. She grabbed some clothes and what not. She had lots of money in the bank, and Trunks had some saved up as well. They could both get jobs, it would work out.
Walking over to her dresser she found a picture of Kokoro and Manako, the two were smiling and holding hands. It had been taken before she was born, back when her mother could tolerate him. She wondered why they had gotten so bitter.
Suddenly the picture fell from her hands and shattered on the floor, she took a step back. Her was breathing harsh, and her heart was racing.
Trunks.
She forgot everything and ran out of the room. This feeling she had so suddenly. Her heart was clenched; she could barely breath, her mind was in such a frenzy. Something very bad was happening and she had to get to Trunks now.
She ran down the stairs and through the store where she came face to face with Vegeta. He was just coming into the store; he had probably been out somewhere. She had no time to ask, only to act.
"VEGETASAN!" She yelled running up to him. "I need your help!"
She was in a panic and Vegeta could tell. He put his hands on her shoulders to calm her down.
"What's going on?" He asked in an almost concerned voice. Almost, but not quite…
"It's Trunks! I have to get to Trunks! NOW!" She yelled, and he figured out what she was asking, he began to shake his head. "You can't say no! I have to get to him! Something very bad is happening!"
Her eyes rimed with tears and Vegeta couldn't help but feel sorry for her. He knew she knew, and he knew how close the two where. But he couldn't go there... not now... not ever.
"Onegai." Hitomi pleaded
It only took five more second of staring into her desperate eyes where he gave in and began walking to the door. She wanted a drive; he'd give her one.
She followed after him, almost running the poor man over. She wasn't smiling in happiness that he was driving her; rather she had a very desolate look about her.
They sped along the road, down Highway 2, over the bridge and then just past R.M.C. and the base. Vegeta pulled his black beat up Chevy and let Hitomi out. He sat there and watched her run up the steps of the house he once knew so well.
She got to the door and began to struggle with the door. The door was locked. She couldn't get it open. Vegeta then looked up the driveway and saw no car parked there.
Nobody was home.
Hitomi soon gave up on the door and started sobbing falling to her knees.
"Trunks! I know your in there!" Then she turned to Vegeta. "I can feel him... he's here... but so far away."
Dying. Doesn't that mean dying?
Vegeta hesitated only a few seconds before quickly opening the door and running down the path to where Hitomi was. He didn't even bother to close the car door behind him.
The door flew open with a swift kick and then the two were running up the stairs, they both knew exactly how to get to his room. Once there, they found it to be locked as well.
"Trunks! Open up!" Vegeta called shaking the handle.
"Going... going..." Hitomi began to mumble over and over again.
Flying home, ripping the door open. Blood stains all over the bathroom floor. Trunks. What have you done Trunks?
"TRUNKS!" Vegeta yelled once more and then took a step back and ran into the door; his shoulder impacting with the door and it flew open.
The instant he opened the door his eyes browsed around the room. The end result was him almost tripping. He regained his balance though and stood silently by the side.
"...Gone..." Hitomi mumbled silently and the door swung open and Trunks came into her vision. The curled up body of her beloved surrounded in his own blood. "Trunkskun?"
She ever so slowly began to walk forward, past the shaking figure of Vegeta until she was standing over Trunks. Her eyes burrowed in confusion. Why couldn't she feel his soul there anymore? She crouched down beside him, brushing some of his hair away from his face.
"Trunks?" His face was so pale, his skin so cold. Her hand began to shake violently, and then her whole body followed, her mouth open in a quiet cry. She wanted to scream, to rant and rave and run about in hysterics. But all she could do was crouch there, shaking.
Vegeta couldn't look anymore; he silently turned around and left the room. He stared at the wall in front of him, putting his hands out for balanced. He somehow managed to blame himself for this.
Trunks had been his responsibility, and yet he had thrown him away. Only ever helping him once, and it turned out to not be enough.
Life it seems, will fade away, drifting further every day. Getting lost within myself, nothing matters no one else. I have lost the will to live, simply nothing more to give. There is nothing more for me, need the end to set me free. Things are not what they used to be, missing one inside of me. Deathly lost, this can't be real, cannot stand this hell I feel. Emptiness is filing me, to the point of agony. Growing darkness taking dawn, I was me, but now He's gone. No one but me can save myself, but it to late, now I can't think, think why I should even try. Yesterday seems as though it never existed, death Greets me warm, now I will just say good‑bye.
It was there when she snapped. She couldn't take it anymore. First it was just irate screaming, and then she began to form words with her frustration and grief as she hit the corpse before her.
"LIAR!!! YOU MOTHER FUCKER!!! YOU BETRAYED ME!!! HOW COULD YOU!?! WHY!?! WHY DID YOU HAVE TO LIE!?! WHY!?!"
Vegeta listened as she screamed, ranted, raved, whatever. He just simply stood there, feeling like and idiot, a fool. A failure. Then, even though he fought against it, ears began to fall down his cheeks.
*
And then a sickening crack rang through the forest as her hand crept over Ronalds' neck, and with barely any effort, she broke his neck. He fell onto her limp, dead, and she smiled.
It was over.
Soon was now.
She got the dead body off of her and went towards Vegeta. Before she got there though, Gohan was suddenly on her. Giving blows as fast and as hard as he could.
Gohan fought on, he didn't know what to do. He had come here to save that mans life. He had failed. What would happen now? He didn't know what to do... The whole world's gone to hell.
"He's dead!" Hitomi yelled, as if he didn't notice.
"Soon you'll join him!" Gohan yelled so wrapped in his rage. He then gave her an uppercut on her chin, sending her over her own feet and heading towards the ground.
Gohan then noticed it. She wasn't fighting back, in fact, as Hitomi got back on her feet. She only continued yelling, trying to explain herself.
"He deserved to die! He killed Trunks!" She yelled as Gohan flew for her, ready to strike out.
"Trunks is alive," Gohan muttered silently, as if it was to himself.
Hitomi simply stared at him, the thing she had known all this time coming back to her.
"I know," she said in almost a whisper. "But I had to... Revenge drove me... nothing keeps me alive anymore."
"Then die!" Gohan screamed and kicked her again; she flew back, crashing through tree after tree. And though Gohan could never be sure, he could swear he heard her reply: "Gladly."
Then... she was dead, unmoving and dead.
Bra then came running out from wherever she had been hiding over to Vegeta. Gohan watched as Bra began hitting her father, and finally Vegeta turned his head and stared at his princess. He was alive after all.
Gohan felt his aura disappear, he felt almost content with himself. With his revenge, for Goten, Juuhachigou, Juunanagou, Marron, Tenshinhan, Bulma, Krilin, Goku, Nin, Chichi, Lunch/Kushami, Trunks, Vegeta... everyone.
*
"Trunks, I want you to know, I'll never leave you."
"Why would you?"
"I dunno... but I feel like I gotta tell you."
"I'd never leave you either."
*
Kokoro and Trunks had been walking for not too long after that, almost drawn away from Manako, and then they found her.
Hitomi.
She didn't look like before, rather, her eyes were different. They were dark again, like her fathers, the father who held her now, crying. Trunks just couldn't understand why. After the way she treated him.
Hitomi wasn't crying. She was smiling. Smiling as she got dimmer and dimmer.
I fooled myself so much... Hitomi said silently so only Kokoro could hear. In the end... I realized you were the only person that ever truly cared about me.
"Don't die..." Kokoro choked out between his tears.
Sumimasen Otousama, but I have to go... I was never meant to be.
"HITOMI!!!"
I can... I can make it all go away... all the pain I've caused...
"NOOOOOOOOO!!!"
It was almost like her image dissolved right before the two. Kokoro screamed for her to come back, but of course she couldn't. The only thing tying her to that world was revenge, and once that was gone. She died. All his screaming, all his tears could never bring his only child back to him.
The only person he ever truly loved…
All she ever truly wanted was her death. This whole thing, didn't matter who she killed, as long as she could be rid of her revenge and die.
Manako was suddenly at his side.
I never wanted to have her, because we're different. I couldn't rid myself of her. Because of us, all this happened, she mumbled absent-mindedly. Had she truly gone mad? Trunks wondered, but he ignored her.
Then, it was like he was falling asleep... or rather... waking up.
*
"Trunks!"
"WHAT!?!" Trunks sat up in bed sweating and frantically looking around.
"Trunks?"
Trunks looked up into his mother's concerned eyes and realized she had woken him up from the dream. But it had been so real… the pain so real.
"Trunks talk to me!" Bulma grabbed his shoulders shaking him.
"AH! Mom!" Trunks finally snapped out of his little daze and Bulma took her hands away from her son.
"Are you ok? You were scaring me for a second there," Bulma said as her hands nervously played with themselves, she had never seen her son like this.
"Oh… I'm fine… I just had this really weird dream… it felt really real…"
"Wanna tell me about it?" Bulma asked concern written all over her face.
"There was this girl... she went around killing people saying they did shit to me... or something. Really freaky." Trunks said not to sure about his own words.
"Sounds more like a nightmare to me."
Trunks thought for a bit. True, it was a nightmare, why keep calling it a dream then? Dreams were good.
"Well you better get back to bed then, your father is taking you training tomorrow morning and you don't want to be tired," Bulma said losing all the worry in her eyes and it was replaced with that of a bit annoyance. She may love Vegeta, but neither her nor Vegeta would admit it to anybody other than themselves.
"Yeah, that's a good idea," Trunks then looked at the clock. 12:05am. He had had the dream at midnight then… creepy. He looked out of his window and saw the moon, there was none.
It was the beginning of a cycle.
(Uh.... uh... *twitch* Helter-Skelter: In disorderly haste; confusedly; pell-mell. Haphazardly. Carelessly hurried and confused. Haphazard. Turmoil; confusion. Lacking a visible order or organization [syn: chaotic] 2: with undue hurry and confusion; "a helter-skelter kind of existence with never a pause"; "a pell-mell dash for the train". In hurry and confusion; without definite purpose; irregularly. "Helter-skelter have I rode to thee." (Shak) "A wistaria vine running helter-skelter across the roof." (J. C. Harris) Origin: An onomatpoetic word. Cf. G. Holter-polter, D. Holder de bolder. No I don't like Charles Manson, yes I got that name from the book about his murders. I didn't know what the name meant at first, so I looked it up, and it fit me well. Ok, now that that's done with. This will be my last authors comment *for this story anyway*. I'm wondering what I should say. First off, was that a good way to end it? I was gonna do a lot of things different, like Hitomi and Vegeta were gonna talk before Gohan killed her, but I wondered why Gohan would wait. So skip that. Well then, guess any questions that you truly want answered you should send to GOTOBUTTON BM_1_ shinimegami@helter-skelter.com. I'd love to answer them. Now, momentarily I am working on 2 DBZ FanFics. One of them, 'Creeping Death', I have come to consider the sequel to this, but only because Kokoro and Nin is there again. I'm gonna post the first chapter up for that, edit this, and then write the rest. Well, thank you all for reading this, putting up with me as I wrote this, not giving me flames *well... bad flames...*. ARIGATOU!!! I LOVE YOU ALL!!! I hope you guys read my other Fics though; I don't wanna be like on of them 'One Hit Wonders' though, one Hit is pretty good for ANYONE, especially me. Ok, I really don't know what to say. So, I'll end here. Farewell to you all, hello to the people who are readings this after it's all been written. THANK YOU ALL!!!!!!!!!!! Cao mi amigos)