Disclaimer: I do not own DB/Z/GT..but if their willing to sale Trunks, I'm
willing to buy!
A/N: Don't you find it kinda dumb that they went and banished NC-17 fics! Well, Ive seen some pretty bad things that were only rated PG-13, so I guess it wont be that bad!
Trunks: 8 years old
Pan: 6 years old
And now, the show must again go on.
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No Longer
One was down, but another yet lived, and the surroundings laid as evidence to this. Blood was covering everything. There wasn't a place for miles that hadn't been washed in it. Everything had been touched by the android's lust for destruction. Not a single human, animal, nor plant stood after the bloody war that had merely ended but an hour ago. In the middle of the bloody lake, laid Gohan, the last of the mighty warriors that earth had ever set its eyes upon. Oh how the mighty have fallen.
Lying there, still and near lifeless, he could only but pray to the great god Kami, that in his last fleeting moments he should see his family once more. "If only for second." He kept repeating to himself as he slowly and painfully slipped away into the world of the nonliving.
Hours passed before a few handfuls of people dared to venture onto the battleground. Once they did reach there, all that they could see was the few pieces that were left of their loved ones remains. Fingers scattered here, feet scattered there.
"No Daddy! You can't be gone! You can't leave me and Mommy alone!" A young child screamed as she clung to her father's bloody arm. Though she didn't get a single drop on her, for her father's blood had long since dried and molded itself to his arm.
"Oh my dear Gohan, you cannot be gone. I need you, I cannot raise our wonderful daughter, Pan, without you!" The elderly women yelled as she cradled the rest of her husband's body in her arms. "I love you, I love you so much!"
Sure, she knew that she could end her pain and sorrow, and she knew that she could rejoin herself with her loved one, but how would the later effect Pan? Having Pan live without a father would be hard enough on her, surely she wouldn't be able to make it without a father and mother? Videl would have to stay loyal, and raise their child the best that she could, with out him.
Looking on at all the other people who had also lost their loved ones on this fateful day, Videl could only wonder when such meaningless bloodshed would come to its end.
The next day was a day of woe for Gohan's family, for it was the day of his funeral. It was the day that his friends and family would have to realize that they would no longer see his warming smile, hear his constant babbling of a better life, or be graced by his presence, at all.
All were dressed in nothing but black; boys in tattered suits, and girls in rag-like dresses. Videl's life long friend, Bulma had also showed up, along with her child, Trunks.
How it pained Bulma to see the men in black lower Gohan's lifeless body into the cold, wet mud that was to be his new home. When his real mother had died, Bulma had taken it upon herself to become a mother-like figure in his life. Now that he was gone, she truly felt as though the android monster had yet again, taken another of her loved ones.
In the back ground, you could clearly see Trunks holding a young, raven haired beauty in his arms. Probably trying to explain to her that her father had lived a very meaningful life, and that he had died a very honorable, warrior's death. How odd it is was for one so young to understand the realities of death.
Deep down in everyone's heart, they knew that someday, the android would be punished for her crimes. However, it wouldn't be by human hands, for yesterday, earth's last ray of hope perished with the death of Gohan.
"No longer will he fight, no longer will his sword enter battle, no longer will he know pain." That was all that could be heard as the priest left to go and find shelter before the android monster came back. The words, "Rest in peace the mighty warrior, Gohan" lingered in everyone's minds.
A/N: Don't you find it kinda dumb that they went and banished NC-17 fics! Well, Ive seen some pretty bad things that were only rated PG-13, so I guess it wont be that bad!
Trunks: 8 years old
Pan: 6 years old
And now, the show must again go on.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
No Longer
One was down, but another yet lived, and the surroundings laid as evidence to this. Blood was covering everything. There wasn't a place for miles that hadn't been washed in it. Everything had been touched by the android's lust for destruction. Not a single human, animal, nor plant stood after the bloody war that had merely ended but an hour ago. In the middle of the bloody lake, laid Gohan, the last of the mighty warriors that earth had ever set its eyes upon. Oh how the mighty have fallen.
Lying there, still and near lifeless, he could only but pray to the great god Kami, that in his last fleeting moments he should see his family once more. "If only for second." He kept repeating to himself as he slowly and painfully slipped away into the world of the nonliving.
Hours passed before a few handfuls of people dared to venture onto the battleground. Once they did reach there, all that they could see was the few pieces that were left of their loved ones remains. Fingers scattered here, feet scattered there.
"No Daddy! You can't be gone! You can't leave me and Mommy alone!" A young child screamed as she clung to her father's bloody arm. Though she didn't get a single drop on her, for her father's blood had long since dried and molded itself to his arm.
"Oh my dear Gohan, you cannot be gone. I need you, I cannot raise our wonderful daughter, Pan, without you!" The elderly women yelled as she cradled the rest of her husband's body in her arms. "I love you, I love you so much!"
Sure, she knew that she could end her pain and sorrow, and she knew that she could rejoin herself with her loved one, but how would the later effect Pan? Having Pan live without a father would be hard enough on her, surely she wouldn't be able to make it without a father and mother? Videl would have to stay loyal, and raise their child the best that she could, with out him.
Looking on at all the other people who had also lost their loved ones on this fateful day, Videl could only wonder when such meaningless bloodshed would come to its end.
The next day was a day of woe for Gohan's family, for it was the day of his funeral. It was the day that his friends and family would have to realize that they would no longer see his warming smile, hear his constant babbling of a better life, or be graced by his presence, at all.
All were dressed in nothing but black; boys in tattered suits, and girls in rag-like dresses. Videl's life long friend, Bulma had also showed up, along with her child, Trunks.
How it pained Bulma to see the men in black lower Gohan's lifeless body into the cold, wet mud that was to be his new home. When his real mother had died, Bulma had taken it upon herself to become a mother-like figure in his life. Now that he was gone, she truly felt as though the android monster had yet again, taken another of her loved ones.
In the back ground, you could clearly see Trunks holding a young, raven haired beauty in his arms. Probably trying to explain to her that her father had lived a very meaningful life, and that he had died a very honorable, warrior's death. How odd it is was for one so young to understand the realities of death.
Deep down in everyone's heart, they knew that someday, the android would be punished for her crimes. However, it wouldn't be by human hands, for yesterday, earth's last ray of hope perished with the death of Gohan.
"No longer will he fight, no longer will his sword enter battle, no longer will he know pain." That was all that could be heard as the priest left to go and find shelter before the android monster came back. The words, "Rest in peace the mighty warrior, Gohan" lingered in everyone's minds.