Chapter Six: Usefulness
Gohan was in complete shock. He had to fight the terrible urge to go out and destroy the androids now but it wasn't in his power to do so. That was Trunks' job. He had died…
Trunks had turned back around in his seat now. He was gripping his legs hard as if he thought if he let go he would fall. Gohan bit his lip. The car was silent. The only sound was that of the motor vibrating under their feet. Gohan began to taste blood enter his mouth. He winced at its bitter taste… What now? How long will you have to play this game? How many more people would have to die because you wouldn't even try to help?
Gohan ignored his conscience constant barking at him. He knew this was the best way. He had no clue how he might affect things if he messed this up. Trunks might not warn Gohan's world if he himself destroyed the androids. It was terribly temping…
Bulma seemed to be avoiding her son's gaze. It seemed that even without words she had told him to stay put. Gohan looked back out the window feeling as though he was trapped in a very bad and depressing dream. He never had any clue what Mirai Trunks went through…
And now he knew…
He didn't have the heart to speak. His heart felt as though someone had seized it and stabbed it over and over. All those people. All those defenseless people…
"Here we are," Bulma said suddenly as the car made a jerky stop.
Trunks glared at his mother swiftly. Gohan could tell that Trunks didn't want him to join. It might have been personal. Gohan didn't know. Bulma turned about in her seat and cleared her throat.
"Uh… Goten? Could you stay here? We are… going to bury some dead…"
Gohan nodded numbly. He didn't feel like looking at more dead anyway. Trunks looked relieved. Gohan got the faint impression that Trunks found him as a nuisance. Perhaps, he was… He was in the way.
"Just stay in the car. Don't go wandering off," Bulma smiled. "And if you feel scared or are attacked, call out to us okay?"
"Sure," Gohan nodded.
"Just don't take advantage of that," Trunks said hotly walking off.
Gohan sensed a wave of anger directed his way. Trunks defiantly didn't like him. Well, that's okay. Maybe that would keep him from getting too suspicious.
Once Bulma and Trunks were out of sight, Gohan laid back on the leather seats staring absentmindedly at the roof of the car. After a couple of minutes, Gohan began to feel bored. He wanted to help Bulma and Trunks badly. It hurt to know all that they were going through. Trunks even ended up dying in their time. Gohan wondered if he should warn Trunks so that Trunks wouldn't have to experience that again… Cell.
Gohan suddenly jerked upward a idea coming to him. A smile swept across his face at the very thought. He would save Trunks from Cell! That was a great idea! It would be easy too. One key blast and the tank that Cell was in would be gone just like that. It was so simple!
Gohan opened the door carefully praying that he had time. He shut it circumspectly and checked to make sure no one was coming. In a flash of light Gohan had turned Super Sayian and went off. He didn't notice the little amber eyes watching him from the shadows of the alley, "Ah… I found you, Goku."
Trunks looked off into the alley at the slight mention of those hissed words… Was that Goten?
"Mom…"
"What?"
"Nevermind," Trunks muttered realizing his mother couldn't have heard it.
Whoever it was, was gone before Trunks could see. Could it have been that Super Sayian? He did detect a strong energy but it had disappeared so quickly he wasn't sure if it was really even there…
"…Gohan, give me strength."
To Be Continued…
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