Chapter Title
~Letters to You~
Three months had passed since Trunks was released from rehab and learned about Goten moving away with Pan. His mother's efforts to make him feel better just made everything 10 times worse.
"I want my friend back." Is what Goten had said to him just before this parents threw him into the center. If this was his way of getting Trunks back he truly was a moron. If Trunks was going to get better this wasn't helping him at all. He was back where he had started.
Sure, Vegeta was being nice to him, but after a while he was ignoring Trunks entirely as Bulma wouldn't give it a rest on trying to comfort him. Every now and then he would stumble upon this mother and father digging through his room. Trunks figured it was time for another change.
"Check under the mattress, woman! Don't you know anything?" Vegeta growled going through his dresser.
Bulma spun around and put her hands on her hips. "Excuse me! Another remark like that and you'll be sleeping on the cough...if your lucky!"
"Heh!" Vegeta muttered.
"Find anything good?" Trunks asked leaning on the frame of his bedroom door, his arms crossed.
"Ahh!" Bulma shrieked letting his mattress drop. Vegeta straightened and turned to face his son who over the last few years grow to be taller then him.
"The doctors told us to keep an eye on you."
Trunks raised his eyes brows. "I didn't know snooping was keeping an eye on me. I'm not a child anymore...you can't keep digging through my things."
"Trunks, its not that we don't trust you..."
Trunks let out a sarcastic laugh. "Your looking for drugs mother! Of course you don't trust me."
Vegeta took a step forward. It was obvious he had ignored what had just be said between him and Bulma. "Your not a child, but you live him my house. That means I have the right to know what's in my house."
"Your right," he said walking to his bedroom window. "And that's why I'm moving out."
Bulma gasped loudly. "What do you mean your moving out!? Where will you go?"
"Well, I figured I'd find myself a job somewhere and get myself an apartment. I...I want to see the world."
Vegeta's eyes darkened. "Where do you expect to get the money for an apartment right away before you get this imaginary job?"
Trunks sighed. "I don't know, but I'll figure something out." Trunks said turning to face them.
Vegeta chuckled to himself a little. "I'll tell you where your going to get it boy." He said pulling Bulma near. "Your mother and I haven't done anything special for you in a long time, so we'll give you the money."
Trunks' jaw dropped to the floor. Since when did his father just give money way? Maybe Bulma hit him on the head one too many times.
"Are...are you...sure, dad?" Trunks stuttered.
"You doubt me, boy?" He asked.
Bulma smiled and slide out from under Vegeta's arm. She left the room and returned with something in her hands. It looked like a bundle of letters. "I didn't like keeping these from you Trunks, but they didn't want you to have them until you were ready and I think you are now."
Trunks took them from Bulma's hand and turned back to the window. A letter from Goten and Pan from before they moved it looked.
"We'll leave you alone for the time being." Bulma said ripping Vegeta from the room.
Trunk sat at his desk and stared at the letter with Pan's hand writing. A part of him wanted to rip it open and see what she had to say and the other wanted to throw it into the trash in fear that it would only add to his bleeding heart.
He put it on his desk and pushed it to the side turning this attention to the letter with Goten's hand writing. He tore open the side and pulled out the writing paper. He unfolded it and began to read.
Dear Trunks,
I'm going to start by saying I'm sorry. You must hate me, but I had no choice. I tried to tell you, but my father wouldn't allow it. He said it could be better for you if we just left, but I know it was the worst thing I've ever done to you. You were my best friend and still are my are. Nothing will ever change that. Though we are millions of miles apart we will always be best friends. We will be reunited one day and everything will be the way it was...between you and I.
Your Best Friend,
Son Goten
Trunks folded the letter and put it back into the envelope. He picked Pan's up only to put it back down. He stood up and paced the room a few times. He wanted to know, but couldn't. What if it was something bad? What if it was something GOOD??
He walked to his desk and picked up the letter. He flopped down on his bed and held in above his face. "It's my letter and why would she say something bad?"
Trunks nodded his head and put his thumb and pointer finger on the edge of the envelope. He was about to tear it open, but suddenly without any warning throw it to the edge of his bed. It flew off the bed and onto the floor where Trunks couldn't see it any longer.
"I'll just pick it up later and throw it onto the trash and I'll be left with what I already know..." He said putting his hands behind his head. "Which is...nothing."
He sighed then shot up and dived for the edge of the bed which he flew over. He landed with a thud on the floor and tore open the letter.
Dear Trunks,
Well, where to start. I have so much to say, but don't know how. I guess I'll start by saying I am proud of you for overcoming your drug addictions. If anyone could do it, it would be you. You've always been a strong one and not to mention stubborn. I just wish I could have told you this in person, but you understand why I cannot. It came as a shock to me when my father told me we would be moving. Goten and I thought we'd leave in Japan for all our lives, but we were wrong.
Speaking of Goten, he won't admit it, but he fought so hard on moving with both Goku and my father. He said living without his best friend any longer then he already had would drive him crazy. We're one day away from moving now and I'm feeling a bit crazy myself. Leaving Bra is going to be hard for me, but the thing that's going to be the hardest is leaving you.
I love you Brief Trunks...I always have and always will. What happened is in the past and I understand you weren't yourself. Being away from you is killing me inside, but what I'm going to say next is going to even more...
Now that you know how I feel...don't come looking for me. My father is moving me away, so I can leave the troubles of my life behind. I'll find a new one in America and have an arranged marriage with an American whom I've already become very fond of though I've only known him for less then a week. I wish everything was different. I wish it were you whom I was getting married too. I really wished we could have loved each other...
I don't think we'll ever see each other again though I'm hoping I am mistaken. My heart aches for you day and night and there isn't a time when I'm not thinking of you, but nothing can ever become of us. There is nothing I can do...just know that there will always be a place in my heart for you and no one will ever change that. You have half of my heart, so take care of it and be good to yourself. I want you to be happy and Rain does too. Goodbye...my love.
Turley Yours,
Son Pan
Tears dropped to the letter smearing the ink on the paper. He slowly pulled himself back on to his bed and throw the letter back to the floor. "You want me to be happy? How the hell can I be happy without you!?" he said shaking his head. "And who the hell is Rain!?"
Trunks stood up from his bed and snatched the letter from the ground. "America, huh? Then I guess that's where I'm going." He said stuffing it back into it's envelope. He swung his bedroom door open violently and flew down the stairs into the living room where both his parents sat looking shocked.
"I'm moving to America!" Trunks shouted.
Bulma's eyes shot to Vegeta. "But Trunks...why America? It's so far away. Living in another county isn't easy."
"I don't care! That's where Pan is!" He snapped running back upstairs.
Bulma got to her feet. "Vegeta, do something!" She bellowed hitting him in the back of the head.
Vegeta grunted and got to his feet. "Hit me one more time and I swear, woman!" He scolded following Trunks upstairs.
Trunks was throwing clothes around the room, half of them falling into boxes and the other half to the floor. Vegeta bent down and picked them up.
"Son, going there isn't going to change anything. It might even make things worse." He said pulling the clothes into one of the many box.
Trunks didn't respond he just kept putting things into boxes.
"Goddamn it, Trunks! Answer me!"
"I have nothing to say!" Trunks shouted dropping a box full of junk. "There's nothing you can do or say to stop me! I'm going to get Pan back!"
"Trunks wake up and smell the roses! Pan has a new life with another man! There is no getting her back!" Vegeta argued.
"Maybe, but I'm not just going to sit here and let her go without a fight! I love her father! What would you do if you were in my situation?"
Vegeta crossed his arms and closed his eyes. "I'd kill the man how thought he could ever have my woman. I can't imagine life without your mother."
"Exactly! I love Pan more then anything and I'm not going to let her get away!"
Vegeta sighed. "I'll help with anything you need. Plain tickets, hotel rooms, anything."
Trunks smiled and forced back tears. "Thank you, father."
~Letters to You~
Three months had passed since Trunks was released from rehab and learned about Goten moving away with Pan. His mother's efforts to make him feel better just made everything 10 times worse.
"I want my friend back." Is what Goten had said to him just before this parents threw him into the center. If this was his way of getting Trunks back he truly was a moron. If Trunks was going to get better this wasn't helping him at all. He was back where he had started.
Sure, Vegeta was being nice to him, but after a while he was ignoring Trunks entirely as Bulma wouldn't give it a rest on trying to comfort him. Every now and then he would stumble upon this mother and father digging through his room. Trunks figured it was time for another change.
"Check under the mattress, woman! Don't you know anything?" Vegeta growled going through his dresser.
Bulma spun around and put her hands on her hips. "Excuse me! Another remark like that and you'll be sleeping on the cough...if your lucky!"
"Heh!" Vegeta muttered.
"Find anything good?" Trunks asked leaning on the frame of his bedroom door, his arms crossed.
"Ahh!" Bulma shrieked letting his mattress drop. Vegeta straightened and turned to face his son who over the last few years grow to be taller then him.
"The doctors told us to keep an eye on you."
Trunks raised his eyes brows. "I didn't know snooping was keeping an eye on me. I'm not a child anymore...you can't keep digging through my things."
"Trunks, its not that we don't trust you..."
Trunks let out a sarcastic laugh. "Your looking for drugs mother! Of course you don't trust me."
Vegeta took a step forward. It was obvious he had ignored what had just be said between him and Bulma. "Your not a child, but you live him my house. That means I have the right to know what's in my house."
"Your right," he said walking to his bedroom window. "And that's why I'm moving out."
Bulma gasped loudly. "What do you mean your moving out!? Where will you go?"
"Well, I figured I'd find myself a job somewhere and get myself an apartment. I...I want to see the world."
Vegeta's eyes darkened. "Where do you expect to get the money for an apartment right away before you get this imaginary job?"
Trunks sighed. "I don't know, but I'll figure something out." Trunks said turning to face them.
Vegeta chuckled to himself a little. "I'll tell you where your going to get it boy." He said pulling Bulma near. "Your mother and I haven't done anything special for you in a long time, so we'll give you the money."
Trunks' jaw dropped to the floor. Since when did his father just give money way? Maybe Bulma hit him on the head one too many times.
"Are...are you...sure, dad?" Trunks stuttered.
"You doubt me, boy?" He asked.
Bulma smiled and slide out from under Vegeta's arm. She left the room and returned with something in her hands. It looked like a bundle of letters. "I didn't like keeping these from you Trunks, but they didn't want you to have them until you were ready and I think you are now."
Trunks took them from Bulma's hand and turned back to the window. A letter from Goten and Pan from before they moved it looked.
"We'll leave you alone for the time being." Bulma said ripping Vegeta from the room.
Trunk sat at his desk and stared at the letter with Pan's hand writing. A part of him wanted to rip it open and see what she had to say and the other wanted to throw it into the trash in fear that it would only add to his bleeding heart.
He put it on his desk and pushed it to the side turning this attention to the letter with Goten's hand writing. He tore open the side and pulled out the writing paper. He unfolded it and began to read.
Dear Trunks,
I'm going to start by saying I'm sorry. You must hate me, but I had no choice. I tried to tell you, but my father wouldn't allow it. He said it could be better for you if we just left, but I know it was the worst thing I've ever done to you. You were my best friend and still are my are. Nothing will ever change that. Though we are millions of miles apart we will always be best friends. We will be reunited one day and everything will be the way it was...between you and I.
Your Best Friend,
Son Goten
Trunks folded the letter and put it back into the envelope. He picked Pan's up only to put it back down. He stood up and paced the room a few times. He wanted to know, but couldn't. What if it was something bad? What if it was something GOOD??
He walked to his desk and picked up the letter. He flopped down on his bed and held in above his face. "It's my letter and why would she say something bad?"
Trunks nodded his head and put his thumb and pointer finger on the edge of the envelope. He was about to tear it open, but suddenly without any warning throw it to the edge of his bed. It flew off the bed and onto the floor where Trunks couldn't see it any longer.
"I'll just pick it up later and throw it onto the trash and I'll be left with what I already know..." He said putting his hands behind his head. "Which is...nothing."
He sighed then shot up and dived for the edge of the bed which he flew over. He landed with a thud on the floor and tore open the letter.
Dear Trunks,
Well, where to start. I have so much to say, but don't know how. I guess I'll start by saying I am proud of you for overcoming your drug addictions. If anyone could do it, it would be you. You've always been a strong one and not to mention stubborn. I just wish I could have told you this in person, but you understand why I cannot. It came as a shock to me when my father told me we would be moving. Goten and I thought we'd leave in Japan for all our lives, but we were wrong.
Speaking of Goten, he won't admit it, but he fought so hard on moving with both Goku and my father. He said living without his best friend any longer then he already had would drive him crazy. We're one day away from moving now and I'm feeling a bit crazy myself. Leaving Bra is going to be hard for me, but the thing that's going to be the hardest is leaving you.
I love you Brief Trunks...I always have and always will. What happened is in the past and I understand you weren't yourself. Being away from you is killing me inside, but what I'm going to say next is going to even more...
Now that you know how I feel...don't come looking for me. My father is moving me away, so I can leave the troubles of my life behind. I'll find a new one in America and have an arranged marriage with an American whom I've already become very fond of though I've only known him for less then a week. I wish everything was different. I wish it were you whom I was getting married too. I really wished we could have loved each other...
I don't think we'll ever see each other again though I'm hoping I am mistaken. My heart aches for you day and night and there isn't a time when I'm not thinking of you, but nothing can ever become of us. There is nothing I can do...just know that there will always be a place in my heart for you and no one will ever change that. You have half of my heart, so take care of it and be good to yourself. I want you to be happy and Rain does too. Goodbye...my love.
Turley Yours,
Son Pan
Tears dropped to the letter smearing the ink on the paper. He slowly pulled himself back on to his bed and throw the letter back to the floor. "You want me to be happy? How the hell can I be happy without you!?" he said shaking his head. "And who the hell is Rain!?"
Trunks stood up from his bed and snatched the letter from the ground. "America, huh? Then I guess that's where I'm going." He said stuffing it back into it's envelope. He swung his bedroom door open violently and flew down the stairs into the living room where both his parents sat looking shocked.
"I'm moving to America!" Trunks shouted.
Bulma's eyes shot to Vegeta. "But Trunks...why America? It's so far away. Living in another county isn't easy."
"I don't care! That's where Pan is!" He snapped running back upstairs.
Bulma got to her feet. "Vegeta, do something!" She bellowed hitting him in the back of the head.
Vegeta grunted and got to his feet. "Hit me one more time and I swear, woman!" He scolded following Trunks upstairs.
Trunks was throwing clothes around the room, half of them falling into boxes and the other half to the floor. Vegeta bent down and picked them up.
"Son, going there isn't going to change anything. It might even make things worse." He said pulling the clothes into one of the many box.
Trunks didn't respond he just kept putting things into boxes.
"Goddamn it, Trunks! Answer me!"
"I have nothing to say!" Trunks shouted dropping a box full of junk. "There's nothing you can do or say to stop me! I'm going to get Pan back!"
"Trunks wake up and smell the roses! Pan has a new life with another man! There is no getting her back!" Vegeta argued.
"Maybe, but I'm not just going to sit here and let her go without a fight! I love her father! What would you do if you were in my situation?"
Vegeta crossed his arms and closed his eyes. "I'd kill the man how thought he could ever have my woman. I can't imagine life without your mother."
"Exactly! I love Pan more then anything and I'm not going to let her get away!"
Vegeta sighed. "I'll help with anything you need. Plain tickets, hotel rooms, anything."
Trunks smiled and forced back tears. "Thank you, father."