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My Ways Out - Down with the Sickness
"Open your eyes, Trunks. I know you can hear me."
Trunks turned his head and groaned. His mouth was stained from the back fluid.
"You almost didn't make it, but you didn't give up and pulled through. That's exactly what I expect from a Saiyan. Especially my son."
Trunks slowly opened his eyes. Standing over him was the blurred shape of Vegeta. "I've screwed up big this time." He managed to choke out.
"It's alright, son. We're going to get you help." Vegeta said sitting in a chair beside him.
"What do you mean?" Trunks asked sitting up a little.
Vegeta gently pushed him back into the bed. "Don't worry about it. The only thing I care about right is how your feeling?"
Trunks took a deep breath which he found hard for he had oxygen tubes in his nose. "Well, like you said, dad. I'm a Saiyan, so I'm already starting to feel better."
"Good, the sooner you get better the sooner they'll release you." Vegeta said looking around the room.
"You mean they're not going to try and make me go to rehab or anything?" Trunks asked.
Vegeta's eye twitched. "No, I told them I'd get you personal help at home."
Trunks smiled. "Good because I wouldn't let them put me into any rehab center anyway."
Vegeta sighed and stood up. "That's what I thought you'd say."
"What do you mean?" Trunks asked confused.
"Nothing, just get some rest."
Days had gone by and Trunks saw everyone, but Goten and Pan who would look in on him ever now and then, but neither would say anything. Until finally Goten couldn't take it anymore. He wanted his best friend back.
He walked into Trunks' room and sat beside him. Trunks didn't have anymore tubes or IV's hooked to him any longer. "How are you feeling?" He asked.
Trunks smiled widely. Goten was talking to him again. "A little sick to tell you the truth."
"Yeah, it's probably the drugs leaving your system. People always get sick when they go clean. The body gets so used to functioning with the drug that it gets sick and doesn't know how to work without it." Goten explained.
"You don't have to tell me that, Goten. I know believe me I know," Trunks turned and looked out the window. "Goten, I'm sorry-"
"Don't, Trunks. I know." Goten asked looking in Pan's direction. "It's not me you need to ask for forgiveness."
Trunks put his head down understanding Goten. "She hates me, doesn't she?"
"Yes and no. She doesn't know what to think just like I didn't when this first happened. I understand you were messed up and I'm not blaming you. I'm blaming those assholes you believed were your friends."
Trunks sat up and swung his feet over the bed. "I want everything to go back to the way it was. Before any of this ever happened. I know it's easier said then done, but you guys are all I have."
Goten swallowed hard and hugged Trunks. Trunks raised his eyebrows and patted him on the back. "Uh, you ok?" He asked.
"I thought you were going to die, Trunks!"
Trunks frowned and put his head down. "I know and I'm sorry. I didn't want to put you all through that, but I've been messed up for the longest time."
Goten sat up and wiped his face. "Your being released today, right?" He asked.
"Yeah, right now as a matter of fact." Trunks said with a smile. "Come on. We can go together."
Goten smiled and help Trunks out of bed which he didn't need. "I can handle walking Goten." Trunks said feeling weird.
"Oh, sorry." Goten said letting go and walking next to him. They got to the front doors of the hospital where Bulma and Vegeta were waiting.
"Hey, Goten. What are you doing there?" Bulma asked nervously.
"I came to see Trunks out, why?" He asked raising his eyes brows at her strange behavior.
Bulma's eyes saddened. "I'm so sorry, Trunks."
Trunks scrunched his face in confusion. "Mom, what are you talking about?"
"It's for your own good, son." Vegeta said.
Goten looked at Trunks feeling just as confused. "What's going on here?" He asked looking back at Bulma and Vegeta as three men came out and grabbed both Trunks arms.
"What the-mom!" Trunks shouted.
"Get your hand off him!" Goten yelled as Vegeta yanked him away from Trunks. He turned Goten around and locked his arms around his so he couldn't move. "Vegeta! What are you doing!? Are you crazy!?" Goten shouted kicking into the air trying to get away.
Trunks knocked one of the men off, but was too weak to put up a much better fight. "Mom!" Trunks yelled violently turning his head towards her.
Bulma burred her hands her face in her hands began to sob wildly as Gohan walked up from out of nowhere obviously watching and waiting for something like this to go wrong. He grabbed Goten from Vegeta and dragged him out of view.
"Gohan! What are you doing? Trunks needs help!" Goten ranted.
"They are helping him, Goten. Trunks is a druggie and he needs therapy." Gohan explained.
"No, all he needs is his friends!" He shouted.
"Mom, please don't do this to me!" Trunks yelled as other man came out and grabbed him.
Bulma cried and fell into Vegeta's arms. "My baby!" She screamed.
"I'm your son! How can you do this to me!" Trunks hollered walking forward pulling the 4 men with him. "I'm your goddamn son!"
"Vegeta, please!" Bulma screamed.
"Your sick, Trunks! You need help!" Vegeta said holding Bulma in his arms tightly.
"How can you betray me like this! I'm your son! I hate you! I swear to Kami I HATE YOU!" Trunks shouted as the men finally managed to drag him to the cope car. They put him into it and took off for the rehabilitation center.
Bra ran out of the hospital into the middle of the road to see Trunks screaming in the back of the car. She burst into tears. "You lied! You promise you wouldn't make him go! You are all liars!"
"Bra, you don't understand." Vegeta said trying to remain calm.
"No, you're a liar, daddy!" Bra cried running into Goten's arms after Gohan had released him.
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"Can you tell me your name?" A man asked from across the table from Trunks.
Trunks didn't answer. He just turned his head to the side and glared.
"Do you even know your name?" He asked.
Trunks' bottom lip twitched. "I'm not stupid! I know my name!" He snapped.
"Aha! You finally spoke!" The name said writing something down on a piece of paper. "Then tell me, what is your name?"
Trunks' eyes narrowed on him. "Trunks."
"Trunks what?" He asked.
"I don't see the point in this! You obviously know what my name is." Trunks said roughly.
"Yes, but I need to make sure the drugs haven't screwed up your memory."
Trunks jumped up from his seat and slammed his hands down on the table. "My name is Trunks Brief! My mother is Bulma, father, Vegeta, and sister, Bra. My best friends up until these last few month were Goten and Pan and the people I thought love me have betrayed me by making me sit here listening to your bullshit!" He shouted cracking the table. "Is there anything else you would like to know!?"
The man raised his eye brows and wrote something down again. "I'm glad to see we're making some progress Mr. Brief." He said standing up and walking to the door.
Trunks stood up straight and turned to him. "And what the hell should I call you?"
"Dr. Spencer." He answered leaving the room.
Trunks flopped down in his seat and put his face on the table. "I can't believe this bullshit..." He mumbled.
Trunks was taken back to his room which had, but a bed, sink, and toilet. It felt more like a prison then a rehabilitation center. He could have sworn it was an insane asylum. He would spend more of his time laying in bed staring at the ceiling when he wasn't being grilled by Dr. Spencer.
If he wasn't crazy he was soon going to be. He wasn't allowed to eat with the other rehabilitation people yet either. They said he hadn't earned it, yet. There were so many times he could have broken out, but didn't because he knew Vegeta would come after him and just put him back in. He would have to bare with these morons until his year was up.
Trunks jumped off his bed and stood in front of his mirror. He looked terrible from how thin he was though he started to fill back in being off the drugs. He kneeled on the ground and got into push-up position. He was going to be there for while, so he might as well get back into shape.
"Now, tell me, Trunks. Have you been craving any drugs lately?" Dr. Spencer asked.
Trunks leaned back tipping his chair. "Yes." He answered truthfully.
"Really?" Dr. S said writing in his note book. "And what drug or drugs?"
Trunks signed and smiled happily to himself. "The most sweetest of all, Doc."
"And what could that be?" He asked.
"A woman." He said.
Dr. S shook his head. "What?"
Trunks sat flat in his chair and rested his arms on the table. "The scent of a woman is intoxicating. It fills my sense like nothing in this world, even more then a drug."
Dr. S let out a deep sigh. "Therefore a woman, to you, is a drug?"
Trunks smiled and sat back. "Bingo!"
"Your quit the comedian." He said erasing the last thing he had written down.
"No, I mean it." Trunks admitted. "There is one who fills my senses more then any drug in this word. I know with her I can over come anything which is why I'm going to get through this and get the hell away from you and this prison."
Dr. S smiled. "I know, that's why I'm giving you visitation rights."
Trunks' eyes narrowed on him. "Don't play games like that with you. You know how much it means to me."
"Yes, and that's why your family is here to see you."
Trunks was lead into a room where Bulma, Vegeta, and Bra stood.
"Trunks!" Bra shouted jumping into his arms. "I've missed you big brother!"
He put his arms around her and squeezed. "I've missed you too." He said turning his eyes to Bulma and Vegeta. He put Bra down and turned himself away from them. "How's everything?" He asked.
"Not the same without you! When will you be coming home?"
Trunks signed. "I don't know. Why don't you ask your parents?"
Bra looked confused. "They're your parents too."
Trunks lightly laughed. "I'm not too sure about that anymore, Bra."
Vegeta coughed and looked at Bra. "Why don't you go wait by the car?"
Bra glared at him. "But I don't wanna!" She whined.
"Bra." He said raising his voice.
Bra spat and hugged her brother again. "I'll come and see you again. I promise."
Trunks smiled. "I know you will."
Bra left the room and Vegeta turned to Trunks. "How-"
"How have I been," Trunks asked. "Oh, I've just been great! I must say I love his prison...I mean insane asylum....oh damn, I messed up again. I mean rehabilitation center." Trunks said sarcastically.
Bulma frowned. "Trunks, we're sorry. We just heard stories on how you can't stop until you've had help and well, we were afraid you would start up again."
"That's all great." He said turning away again.
Vegeta grabbed him by the shoulders and spun him around locking him in his arms. "Listen boy! How do you think your mother and I feel, huh? You almost died and we weren't going to let that happen again!"
Trunks squirmed trying to break free. "What was that bullshit about private treatment then?"
"There isn't such a thing! If there was we would have taken it!"
"Let me go!" Trunks shouted.
"No! Not until you've forgiven me!"
Trunks broke down and berried his face in his father's chest. "No, I hate you!" He shouted grabbing the collar of Vegeta's jacket. "I hate you so much, but I've missed you!"
Bulma burst into tears and wrapped her arms around bother Vegeta and Trunks. "Just 5 more months, Trunks! Just 5!" She cried.
*****
Visitation rights weren't all Trunks got either. He was now able to eat with the others and got out on the ground which helped a lot because he got to use the weights.
Trunks put two 100 pound weights on his bar, not wanting to draw too much attention to himself when he could have easily lifted so much more. He didn't it with no trouble at all which gained the attention of one certain man.
"First time lifting?" He asked standing over Trunks.
"Hey." He replied putting the weight down and sat up.
"Big amount to lift for a first timer. Was is hard?" He asked.
Trunks shrugged. "Nah.."
He eyed Trunks cautiously. "I'm Jason." He said putting his hand out to shake his.
Trunks shook his hand. "Trunks."
"Well, Trunks, what'd you in for?" He asked.
Trunks narrowed his eyes in the sun. "Name it and I've done it."
Jason laughed. "I'm serious."
"Hey," Trunks said putting on another weight. "So am I."
Jason hesitated for a moment. "That bad, huh?"
"Yeah, what about you?" Trunks asked getting under the bar.
Jason sat in the grass and looked up into the blue sky. "Heroin. Using and selling."
"Selling, huh? To who?" Trunks asked lifting the bar with ease again.
"Anyone...people think I'm too young to sell drugs and truth is a 16 year old can sell whatever an adult can right?" He asked.
Trunks dropped the weight again and sat up. "Yeah."
Trunks had become pretty good friends with Jason over the last 2 months leaving Trunks with 3 more months to go until his release. He didn't think things could get any better. He was clean and on his way of being back with his family and friends.
"Hey, Trunks." Jason said calling him over to the furthest table in the back of the lunch room.
"Yeah." Trunks said sitting next to him.
"I've got something here you might be interested in." Jason told him.
"What's that?" He asked.
"Just meet me tonight in the court yard." He said leaving the table.
Trunks went back to his room for the remained of the day. He wasn't sure why Jason wanted to meet him in the court yard after dark. He couldn't have been anything important, but he had to sneak out and make sure he wasn't seen.
"Trunks! Over here!" Jason called from behind a dumpster.
Trunks jogged over to him. "What's the big deal? Why'd you want to meet here?" He asked becoming confused.
"I wanted to give you this." Jason has pulling out a page of Crack.
"What the hell his that!" Trunks shouted.
"Shhh!!" Jason hissed. "What does it look like?"
"How'd you get it?" Trunks asked.
"Buddy from the other side. He snuck it in for me. Here take some." He said pushing the bag towards Trunks.
"Oh, hell no! We're supposed to be clean! That is the point of being here!" Trunks and pushing the bag away.
"Come on, Trunks! Aren't you just dying for a hit?" He said holding the beg in front of him.
Pan's pained face flashed through Trunks mind as he looked at it. "No! Drugs don't rule me anymore!" He shouted grabbing the bag. He emptied it to the ground and grinded it into the dirt with his foot.
Jason smiled and started clapping his hands. "Congratulations." He said.
Trunks raised his eye brows. "What?"
"My names Jason Miller and I work here at the center. I evaluate everyone when it comes close to their release to see if they've really gone clean. I temped them with drugs and you refused. Congratulations, Trunks. Your out of here three months early."
Trunks looked dumbfounded. "You mean I can leave?" He asked disbelievingly.
"If you'll come back to the office with me I'll sign your papers and you can get the hell out of her tonight."
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Trunks couldn't wait to get home and be with everyone again. His family, friends, and Pan. He had to make it up to her he just had to! He did something so horrible, but it wasn't his fault. He didn't mean to rape her and he never wanted too. He had to prove to her that he was sorry and that he trully loved her.
His adrenalin was pumping as he landed outside his house. He couldn't wait to see the looks on their faces. He opened the front door and walked in to find Bra sitting on the cough reading a book.
Bra looked up. "Hey, Trunks." She said looking back to her book. "Trunks!!" She shouted throwing her book into the air.
"Bra, I know it's a good book, but stop yelling, honey." Bulma said from the kitchen.
"It's Trunks! It's Trunks!! He's back!" She cried jumping into his arms once again.
"Bra, stop playing games. You know it hurts." Bulma said walking into the living room.
"Mom." Trunks said putting Pan down.
Bulma's eyes opened wide. "Vegeta? I'm seeing things again."
Vegeta came down the stairs and stared along with Bulma. "I thought...3 more months?"
"I got out 'cause I've really gone clean." Trunks replied.
"That's great!" Bulma cried hugging her son.
*****
Vegeta, Bulma, Trunks, and Bra sat around the dinning room table drinking hot chocolate like they did when they were younger.
"I've gotta see Goten and Pan tomorrow and surprise them like I did you." Trunks said pulling Bra into a nuggy.
Bulma choked on her chocolate and looked at Vegeta questionably.
Trunks noticed. "What's wrong?" He asked letting Bra go who had started screaming.
"Trunks, they're not here." Bulma said.
"Well, I know they're not here." Trunks said smiling.
"No, that's not what I mean. They don't liver here anymore."
Trunks sat up from the table and looked at her not understanding. "What?"
"They moved to American a few months ago. We wanted to tell you, but we knew it was just going to make you angry."
"Angry," He asked. "I'm not angry...I'm pissed off! Why didn't Goten come and tell me himself?"
"He wasn't allowed. He wanted too so badly, but they wouldn't let him. I'm sorry, Trunks." Bulma said putting her head down.
"Sorry? I don't want a sorry for you!" Trunks shouted taking off through the front door into the forest. He clearly needed sometime to think.
My Ways Out - Down with the Sickness
"Open your eyes, Trunks. I know you can hear me."
Trunks turned his head and groaned. His mouth was stained from the back fluid.
"You almost didn't make it, but you didn't give up and pulled through. That's exactly what I expect from a Saiyan. Especially my son."
Trunks slowly opened his eyes. Standing over him was the blurred shape of Vegeta. "I've screwed up big this time." He managed to choke out.
"It's alright, son. We're going to get you help." Vegeta said sitting in a chair beside him.
"What do you mean?" Trunks asked sitting up a little.
Vegeta gently pushed him back into the bed. "Don't worry about it. The only thing I care about right is how your feeling?"
Trunks took a deep breath which he found hard for he had oxygen tubes in his nose. "Well, like you said, dad. I'm a Saiyan, so I'm already starting to feel better."
"Good, the sooner you get better the sooner they'll release you." Vegeta said looking around the room.
"You mean they're not going to try and make me go to rehab or anything?" Trunks asked.
Vegeta's eye twitched. "No, I told them I'd get you personal help at home."
Trunks smiled. "Good because I wouldn't let them put me into any rehab center anyway."
Vegeta sighed and stood up. "That's what I thought you'd say."
"What do you mean?" Trunks asked confused.
"Nothing, just get some rest."
Days had gone by and Trunks saw everyone, but Goten and Pan who would look in on him ever now and then, but neither would say anything. Until finally Goten couldn't take it anymore. He wanted his best friend back.
He walked into Trunks' room and sat beside him. Trunks didn't have anymore tubes or IV's hooked to him any longer. "How are you feeling?" He asked.
Trunks smiled widely. Goten was talking to him again. "A little sick to tell you the truth."
"Yeah, it's probably the drugs leaving your system. People always get sick when they go clean. The body gets so used to functioning with the drug that it gets sick and doesn't know how to work without it." Goten explained.
"You don't have to tell me that, Goten. I know believe me I know," Trunks turned and looked out the window. "Goten, I'm sorry-"
"Don't, Trunks. I know." Goten asked looking in Pan's direction. "It's not me you need to ask for forgiveness."
Trunks put his head down understanding Goten. "She hates me, doesn't she?"
"Yes and no. She doesn't know what to think just like I didn't when this first happened. I understand you were messed up and I'm not blaming you. I'm blaming those assholes you believed were your friends."
Trunks sat up and swung his feet over the bed. "I want everything to go back to the way it was. Before any of this ever happened. I know it's easier said then done, but you guys are all I have."
Goten swallowed hard and hugged Trunks. Trunks raised his eyebrows and patted him on the back. "Uh, you ok?" He asked.
"I thought you were going to die, Trunks!"
Trunks frowned and put his head down. "I know and I'm sorry. I didn't want to put you all through that, but I've been messed up for the longest time."
Goten sat up and wiped his face. "Your being released today, right?" He asked.
"Yeah, right now as a matter of fact." Trunks said with a smile. "Come on. We can go together."
Goten smiled and help Trunks out of bed which he didn't need. "I can handle walking Goten." Trunks said feeling weird.
"Oh, sorry." Goten said letting go and walking next to him. They got to the front doors of the hospital where Bulma and Vegeta were waiting.
"Hey, Goten. What are you doing there?" Bulma asked nervously.
"I came to see Trunks out, why?" He asked raising his eyes brows at her strange behavior.
Bulma's eyes saddened. "I'm so sorry, Trunks."
Trunks scrunched his face in confusion. "Mom, what are you talking about?"
"It's for your own good, son." Vegeta said.
Goten looked at Trunks feeling just as confused. "What's going on here?" He asked looking back at Bulma and Vegeta as three men came out and grabbed both Trunks arms.
"What the-mom!" Trunks shouted.
"Get your hand off him!" Goten yelled as Vegeta yanked him away from Trunks. He turned Goten around and locked his arms around his so he couldn't move. "Vegeta! What are you doing!? Are you crazy!?" Goten shouted kicking into the air trying to get away.
Trunks knocked one of the men off, but was too weak to put up a much better fight. "Mom!" Trunks yelled violently turning his head towards her.
Bulma burred her hands her face in her hands began to sob wildly as Gohan walked up from out of nowhere obviously watching and waiting for something like this to go wrong. He grabbed Goten from Vegeta and dragged him out of view.
"Gohan! What are you doing? Trunks needs help!" Goten ranted.
"They are helping him, Goten. Trunks is a druggie and he needs therapy." Gohan explained.
"No, all he needs is his friends!" He shouted.
"Mom, please don't do this to me!" Trunks yelled as other man came out and grabbed him.
Bulma cried and fell into Vegeta's arms. "My baby!" She screamed.
"I'm your son! How can you do this to me!" Trunks hollered walking forward pulling the 4 men with him. "I'm your goddamn son!"
"Vegeta, please!" Bulma screamed.
"Your sick, Trunks! You need help!" Vegeta said holding Bulma in his arms tightly.
"How can you betray me like this! I'm your son! I hate you! I swear to Kami I HATE YOU!" Trunks shouted as the men finally managed to drag him to the cope car. They put him into it and took off for the rehabilitation center.
Bra ran out of the hospital into the middle of the road to see Trunks screaming in the back of the car. She burst into tears. "You lied! You promise you wouldn't make him go! You are all liars!"
"Bra, you don't understand." Vegeta said trying to remain calm.
"No, you're a liar, daddy!" Bra cried running into Goten's arms after Gohan had released him.
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"Can you tell me your name?" A man asked from across the table from Trunks.
Trunks didn't answer. He just turned his head to the side and glared.
"Do you even know your name?" He asked.
Trunks' bottom lip twitched. "I'm not stupid! I know my name!" He snapped.
"Aha! You finally spoke!" The name said writing something down on a piece of paper. "Then tell me, what is your name?"
Trunks' eyes narrowed on him. "Trunks."
"Trunks what?" He asked.
"I don't see the point in this! You obviously know what my name is." Trunks said roughly.
"Yes, but I need to make sure the drugs haven't screwed up your memory."
Trunks jumped up from his seat and slammed his hands down on the table. "My name is Trunks Brief! My mother is Bulma, father, Vegeta, and sister, Bra. My best friends up until these last few month were Goten and Pan and the people I thought love me have betrayed me by making me sit here listening to your bullshit!" He shouted cracking the table. "Is there anything else you would like to know!?"
The man raised his eye brows and wrote something down again. "I'm glad to see we're making some progress Mr. Brief." He said standing up and walking to the door.
Trunks stood up straight and turned to him. "And what the hell should I call you?"
"Dr. Spencer." He answered leaving the room.
Trunks flopped down in his seat and put his face on the table. "I can't believe this bullshit..." He mumbled.
Trunks was taken back to his room which had, but a bed, sink, and toilet. It felt more like a prison then a rehabilitation center. He could have sworn it was an insane asylum. He would spend more of his time laying in bed staring at the ceiling when he wasn't being grilled by Dr. Spencer.
If he wasn't crazy he was soon going to be. He wasn't allowed to eat with the other rehabilitation people yet either. They said he hadn't earned it, yet. There were so many times he could have broken out, but didn't because he knew Vegeta would come after him and just put him back in. He would have to bare with these morons until his year was up.
Trunks jumped off his bed and stood in front of his mirror. He looked terrible from how thin he was though he started to fill back in being off the drugs. He kneeled on the ground and got into push-up position. He was going to be there for while, so he might as well get back into shape.
"Now, tell me, Trunks. Have you been craving any drugs lately?" Dr. Spencer asked.
Trunks leaned back tipping his chair. "Yes." He answered truthfully.
"Really?" Dr. S said writing in his note book. "And what drug or drugs?"
Trunks signed and smiled happily to himself. "The most sweetest of all, Doc."
"And what could that be?" He asked.
"A woman." He said.
Dr. S shook his head. "What?"
Trunks sat flat in his chair and rested his arms on the table. "The scent of a woman is intoxicating. It fills my sense like nothing in this world, even more then a drug."
Dr. S let out a deep sigh. "Therefore a woman, to you, is a drug?"
Trunks smiled and sat back. "Bingo!"
"Your quit the comedian." He said erasing the last thing he had written down.
"No, I mean it." Trunks admitted. "There is one who fills my senses more then any drug in this word. I know with her I can over come anything which is why I'm going to get through this and get the hell away from you and this prison."
Dr. S smiled. "I know, that's why I'm giving you visitation rights."
Trunks' eyes narrowed on him. "Don't play games like that with you. You know how much it means to me."
"Yes, and that's why your family is here to see you."
Trunks was lead into a room where Bulma, Vegeta, and Bra stood.
"Trunks!" Bra shouted jumping into his arms. "I've missed you big brother!"
He put his arms around her and squeezed. "I've missed you too." He said turning his eyes to Bulma and Vegeta. He put Bra down and turned himself away from them. "How's everything?" He asked.
"Not the same without you! When will you be coming home?"
Trunks signed. "I don't know. Why don't you ask your parents?"
Bra looked confused. "They're your parents too."
Trunks lightly laughed. "I'm not too sure about that anymore, Bra."
Vegeta coughed and looked at Bra. "Why don't you go wait by the car?"
Bra glared at him. "But I don't wanna!" She whined.
"Bra." He said raising his voice.
Bra spat and hugged her brother again. "I'll come and see you again. I promise."
Trunks smiled. "I know you will."
Bra left the room and Vegeta turned to Trunks. "How-"
"How have I been," Trunks asked. "Oh, I've just been great! I must say I love his prison...I mean insane asylum....oh damn, I messed up again. I mean rehabilitation center." Trunks said sarcastically.
Bulma frowned. "Trunks, we're sorry. We just heard stories on how you can't stop until you've had help and well, we were afraid you would start up again."
"That's all great." He said turning away again.
Vegeta grabbed him by the shoulders and spun him around locking him in his arms. "Listen boy! How do you think your mother and I feel, huh? You almost died and we weren't going to let that happen again!"
Trunks squirmed trying to break free. "What was that bullshit about private treatment then?"
"There isn't such a thing! If there was we would have taken it!"
"Let me go!" Trunks shouted.
"No! Not until you've forgiven me!"
Trunks broke down and berried his face in his father's chest. "No, I hate you!" He shouted grabbing the collar of Vegeta's jacket. "I hate you so much, but I've missed you!"
Bulma burst into tears and wrapped her arms around bother Vegeta and Trunks. "Just 5 more months, Trunks! Just 5!" She cried.
*****
Visitation rights weren't all Trunks got either. He was now able to eat with the others and got out on the ground which helped a lot because he got to use the weights.
Trunks put two 100 pound weights on his bar, not wanting to draw too much attention to himself when he could have easily lifted so much more. He didn't it with no trouble at all which gained the attention of one certain man.
"First time lifting?" He asked standing over Trunks.
"Hey." He replied putting the weight down and sat up.
"Big amount to lift for a first timer. Was is hard?" He asked.
Trunks shrugged. "Nah.."
He eyed Trunks cautiously. "I'm Jason." He said putting his hand out to shake his.
Trunks shook his hand. "Trunks."
"Well, Trunks, what'd you in for?" He asked.
Trunks narrowed his eyes in the sun. "Name it and I've done it."
Jason laughed. "I'm serious."
"Hey," Trunks said putting on another weight. "So am I."
Jason hesitated for a moment. "That bad, huh?"
"Yeah, what about you?" Trunks asked getting under the bar.
Jason sat in the grass and looked up into the blue sky. "Heroin. Using and selling."
"Selling, huh? To who?" Trunks asked lifting the bar with ease again.
"Anyone...people think I'm too young to sell drugs and truth is a 16 year old can sell whatever an adult can right?" He asked.
Trunks dropped the weight again and sat up. "Yeah."
Trunks had become pretty good friends with Jason over the last 2 months leaving Trunks with 3 more months to go until his release. He didn't think things could get any better. He was clean and on his way of being back with his family and friends.
"Hey, Trunks." Jason said calling him over to the furthest table in the back of the lunch room.
"Yeah." Trunks said sitting next to him.
"I've got something here you might be interested in." Jason told him.
"What's that?" He asked.
"Just meet me tonight in the court yard." He said leaving the table.
Trunks went back to his room for the remained of the day. He wasn't sure why Jason wanted to meet him in the court yard after dark. He couldn't have been anything important, but he had to sneak out and make sure he wasn't seen.
"Trunks! Over here!" Jason called from behind a dumpster.
Trunks jogged over to him. "What's the big deal? Why'd you want to meet here?" He asked becoming confused.
"I wanted to give you this." Jason has pulling out a page of Crack.
"What the hell his that!" Trunks shouted.
"Shhh!!" Jason hissed. "What does it look like?"
"How'd you get it?" Trunks asked.
"Buddy from the other side. He snuck it in for me. Here take some." He said pushing the bag towards Trunks.
"Oh, hell no! We're supposed to be clean! That is the point of being here!" Trunks and pushing the bag away.
"Come on, Trunks! Aren't you just dying for a hit?" He said holding the beg in front of him.
Pan's pained face flashed through Trunks mind as he looked at it. "No! Drugs don't rule me anymore!" He shouted grabbing the bag. He emptied it to the ground and grinded it into the dirt with his foot.
Jason smiled and started clapping his hands. "Congratulations." He said.
Trunks raised his eye brows. "What?"
"My names Jason Miller and I work here at the center. I evaluate everyone when it comes close to their release to see if they've really gone clean. I temped them with drugs and you refused. Congratulations, Trunks. Your out of here three months early."
Trunks looked dumbfounded. "You mean I can leave?" He asked disbelievingly.
"If you'll come back to the office with me I'll sign your papers and you can get the hell out of her tonight."
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Trunks couldn't wait to get home and be with everyone again. His family, friends, and Pan. He had to make it up to her he just had to! He did something so horrible, but it wasn't his fault. He didn't mean to rape her and he never wanted too. He had to prove to her that he was sorry and that he trully loved her.
His adrenalin was pumping as he landed outside his house. He couldn't wait to see the looks on their faces. He opened the front door and walked in to find Bra sitting on the cough reading a book.
Bra looked up. "Hey, Trunks." She said looking back to her book. "Trunks!!" She shouted throwing her book into the air.
"Bra, I know it's a good book, but stop yelling, honey." Bulma said from the kitchen.
"It's Trunks! It's Trunks!! He's back!" She cried jumping into his arms once again.
"Bra, stop playing games. You know it hurts." Bulma said walking into the living room.
"Mom." Trunks said putting Pan down.
Bulma's eyes opened wide. "Vegeta? I'm seeing things again."
Vegeta came down the stairs and stared along with Bulma. "I thought...3 more months?"
"I got out 'cause I've really gone clean." Trunks replied.
"That's great!" Bulma cried hugging her son.
*****
Vegeta, Bulma, Trunks, and Bra sat around the dinning room table drinking hot chocolate like they did when they were younger.
"I've gotta see Goten and Pan tomorrow and surprise them like I did you." Trunks said pulling Bra into a nuggy.
Bulma choked on her chocolate and looked at Vegeta questionably.
Trunks noticed. "What's wrong?" He asked letting Bra go who had started screaming.
"Trunks, they're not here." Bulma said.
"Well, I know they're not here." Trunks said smiling.
"No, that's not what I mean. They don't liver here anymore."
Trunks sat up from the table and looked at her not understanding. "What?"
"They moved to American a few months ago. We wanted to tell you, but we knew it was just going to make you angry."
"Angry," He asked. "I'm not angry...I'm pissed off! Why didn't Goten come and tell me himself?"
"He wasn't allowed. He wanted too so badly, but they wouldn't let him. I'm sorry, Trunks." Bulma said putting her head down.
"Sorry? I don't want a sorry for you!" Trunks shouted taking off through the front door into the forest. He clearly needed sometime to think.