Broken Wings and Shredded Feathers
Angel Eyes 2
Author: Freewater
Warnings: Child abuse, Swearing.
Disclaimers: I do not own DBZ, I'm only using the characters for the sake of my story. Please do not sue me!
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Notes: A bunch of these means a change in time or character. These thing here indicate telepathy. These things here ' are for thoughts. Trunks is eighteen in this fic, Gohan is twenty eight, and Goten is also eighteen. I know he's supposed to be a year or so younger but I changed it. This is a continuation to my first fic "Angel Eyes" If you want to read this then read that story first or else you won't understand what's going on.This story will also be told from Gohan, Trunks', and my POV.
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Chapter Four
He's not coming for me. It's been almost two months now and no one came for me yet.
Why? Don't they know I'm here? ...Don't they care? You'd think it would be obvious that I was here. Why else would I cut off my link with Gohan? It's been so long since we've actually spoken to each other through our bond that I don't think I could re-open it even if I tried.
I'm back in my dark closet (slash room), after another session with my father. There's no room in here to lay down to rest my aching muscles, so I have to crouch in the corner to try and sleep with no blankets or pillows. It's freezing, and all I can do is shiver as tiny bumps form over my skin caused by the cold.
The only light I have is seeping in from under the locked door, so it's pretty dark in here, and it takes a while to get used to the light outside once I'm let out to play with Bra and then take my beating.
Speaking of beatings, my arm really hurts from the last one I got earlier today. Tousan either just sprained it really bad or gave it a hairline fracture. It hurts trying to move it, so I'm betting it's the hairline fracture.
Does that bastard have to be so damn rough when he throws me around? The jerk isn't even giving me any senzu beans like he used to. Basically his way of saying that no ones ever going to see me and get suspicious of my bruises, and I'm never getting out of here because of it. So there's no point to them.
Damn I hardly ever see Bra even! I'm averaging two and a half hours at the most outside of this cramped space! And sometimes even less when tousan feels like beating me in here, just to leave and let me clean up my own cuts and blood inside that tiny bathroom. It doesn't even have a shower! Just a small toilet and sink with a bath towel that I've been stuck re-using for the past seven and a half weeks.
Cruel son of a bitch.
The only reason why this closet thing I'm in even has a small connecting bathroom, is because tousan had it made especially for me.
How nice of him.
Evidently he found out about the necklace I gave Bra the day I gave it to her, and he's had this room under construction from the day he found out.
It took a month to get it built, what with the plumbing and all, so that's why he took a so long before coming to kidnap me. Because this closet was in the middle of construction. And he loves it too, keeping me in here.
The bastard even decided to tell me happy birthday before beating me the first time. Asshole. Wish I could say it to his face, but I'm too much of a coward.
I can't help that my breath hitches when I suddenly hear the lock of the door do a click before it's opened wide. The light from the hallway pouring in brightly, even with my father standing in its way. I'm forced to turn my eyes away into the wall and shut them tightly against it, putting a hand over my face. Its so bright it hurts!
"Here." Is all I hear him say as there is a small clang on the floor near me before he slams and locks the door again.
I blink my eyes open a few times now that the offending light is gone, but now bright spots are clouding up my vision since I saw it so suddenly. I have to wait a minute or two before I can see properly in the dark again.
I'm more than just a little scared to see that he's still in the room, standing before me as if waiting for something, and I start to shake. Great, I'm going to get another beating. Three times in one day, that'll be a new record.
But then the smell of food invades my senses, and I look down at his feet to see a small plate with three egg rolls on it, obviously meant for me.
My fear instantly leaves me at the thought of food as I make a grab for the plate before digging in like some kind of savage. There isn't much there by saiyan standards, but I won't complain right now. Especially since he'll probably take them away if I do, and I haven't eaten since yesterday, so I'm starving.
They're a little dry, but I lick my fingers clean when I'm done anyway, I'll get a drink of water out of the sink tap once he's gone.
I slowly push the plate out in front of me for him to take now that I'm done with it, kneeling before him and keeping my head down obediently. "Thank you, sir." I say quietly, not wanting to anger him with anything petty, so I try to be as polite as possible. If I'm anything less then he won't leave and I get the shit kicked out of me.
He gets down on one knee to take the plate, but doesn't get back up. Curiously, I bring my face up to see his in confusion. The longer he stays, the more fearful I become. 'God, please just make him go away!'
"Tell me brat," He starts up. "Are you grateful for my treatment?" He asks.
Uh oh, I know this drill. And it's worse than the punches and kicks.
I nod my head before looking back down at the dusty floor. "Yes, sir." I answer quietly. God, I hate this.
"Why is that?" He asks me simply, and if I get it wrong, it's a beating for me.
I swallow nervously, sometimes the answers change depending on his mood or how he wants me to feel. So naturally I'm a little tense. "B-because you feed me, give me a place to sleep, keep a roof over my head--"
"And why does that make me generous?"
I can't stop shaking. "Because I don't deserve any of these things." I finish, hoping that there is nothing more for him to say.
He doesn't move though, and there's an eery silence for a moment before he speaks again. "Do you miss your mother, brat?" He asks, and I can't help but whip my head up at him. This was new. We never spoke about her. Might as well be honest.
"Yes sir." I answer truthfully.
I can see him sneering at me in the dark. The most frightening sight I have ever seen. "And whose fault is it that she is dead?" He snarls.
I feel as if I've just been cut with a knife, knowing what he expects me to say as I sniffle a little, trying without much luck to hold back my tears. They start fall freely down my face anyway, even without my consent. "M-mine." I choke out weakly, unable to control myself as I just break down and start to sob, trying to keep it as quiet as possible in front of him.
Will he ever let me forget about that? Goddamn it! I know it's my fault! Why can't he just leave me alone about it?
I wipe at my eyes with my sleeves, trying to get my crying under control while mentally cursing myself for being so damn weak. Sometimes he leaves me alone for crying, but other times he beats me for it. And I don't feel like risking a beating, so I try to stop.
He's silent again, and I bite my lower lip hard. A nervous habit I dropped after being taken in by Goku-sama and Chi-Chi-san, but picked up again shortly after getting back here. Why won't he just leave me alone? Even the isolation of this stupid closet is better than being with him.
"I saw your mate today." He said after the long silence.
My eyes widen a great deal as I whip my head back up at him another time. He saw Gohan today?
"Y-you did?" I ask stupidly. "W-what did he say?" I risk the beating to ask. I need to know about him! Is he alright? Is he still looking for me? What's going on?
My father smirks at me again, and I know something's wrong when he does. I can just feel it in the pit of my stomach.
"He was quite angered at the mention of your name." He sneered at me, and I feel the blood draining from my face when he said that. And his smirk deepens.
"I decided to do a little training outdoors today, and while flying through the air, who should I see but your idiot mate?" He says, still smirking in amusement while I listen, trying to shrug off the "idiot" comment he made about Gohan. "So I flew in and asked how the search was going, and do you know what he said?" He asked, leaning closer to me for effect. Whispering the last part as if there was someone nearby who could hear him.
I shook my head no, terrified of what he'll say as my tears continue to flow. Goddamn it, why won't they stop?
"He said he couldn't give a shit about you or where you are." My eyes widened in nothing less than pure shock, and he just chuckled at my expression in amusement. "You sure know how to pick a compassionate mate, boy." He laughed out joyously, slapping his knee.
I snapped. "You fucking liar!! He would never say that about me, not ever!!" I roared out in a rage. It wasn't true, it wasn't!! Gohan was worried about me and he was looking for me!! And any minute now he was going to break down the Capsule Corp doors to kick my father's ass and save me!
I didn't even faze him. "I can swear to that on your mother's grave and on my honor as a saiya--"
"You don't have any honor!" I spat.
He backhanded me sharply, and my whole body slammed into the wall with the force of it. I was dazed by the hit, and he reached out a hand to grab me by the neck, bringing me forward again to face him but not adding enough pressure to choke me. Strangely enough, he wasn't sneering at me like I had expected. He was still smirking in amusement.
"You can deny it all you like, boy." He said. "But you know perfectly well that I wouldn't degrade your mothers honor to play a simple prank on you. You're not worth it." He actually started to laugh at me, and I started to shake. Not in fear but in sorrow. Because I do know that he wouldn't swear to something like that on my mothers grave if it wasn't true, and neither would I.
"H-his exact words were," He laughed out, and I wanted to be sick. "I couldn't give a shit where he went and wish everyone would just leave me the fuck alone about him!" He laughed harder when he finished, and I think I died on the inside. And all I could do to show it was cry harder.
I felt tousan loosen his grip on my neck before letting go and getting to his feet, still laughing as I dropped to the floor. "Th-they aren't even looking for you!" He hooted down at me.
No!! I wouldn't believe that!! I couldn't believe that!!
I didn't care if he was going to beat me to death if I did it at that point, because I just had to speak with Gohan. So I tried to re-open the mental link.
/Gohan? Gohan?!? Gohan, please answer, please!!/
I didn't get an answer or feel a thing, and tousan didn't seem to notice what I tried to do. If he couldn't sense the link being re-opened then that meant that it wasn't re-opened. Too much time had passed, and I couldn't open the bond back up. It was too late.
/P-please.../
The last thing I heard that night before huddling myself into the corner I grew so accustomed to and just bawling my eyes out in pain, was my fathers laughter echoing down the hall after he locked me in again and turned out all the lights. Leaving me in pitch blackness. Everything I heard after that was my own miserable sobbing.
They really weren't coming for me, not even Gohan. And now I was going to spend the rest of my life locked up in this dark closet, and no one even cares.
I hugged the corner I was in before burying my face in it, wishing I could disappear in it as my tears continued to stream down my cheeks. And I can't stop myself from shaking as I cried out my broken heart. Gohan doesn't love me anymore! He doesn't want me anymore! He doesn't care where I am and wants nothing to do with me!
Why? Was it something I did? Did I do something wrong?
God I think if I sob any harder, I'll choke on the air. I wish I was dead. I wish I had died that day I shot myself in that field. Everything would be so much better if I had.
I stayed that way for the rest of the night.
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Goten and Gohan were in the middle of a semi heated discussion, both were outside on the wooden dock of the Black Forest lake. Not looking at each other, but at the stars appearing above them in the darkening sky as they talked. Hearing nothing else but the chirping sounds of crickets and other small insects as they lay on their backs.
"I still can't believe you said that, onisan." Goten said with a sigh and shake of his head that was currently resting in his hands, laying on his back for a better view of the twinkling lights above him. He was there when Vegeta flew in that day to have a quick chat, and he heard all the things that were said about his best friend.
Gohan scowled up at the sky, also laying on his back as he clenched a fists. "Well, what was I supposed to say? That I'm still a bloody fucking mess without him and am still waiting for him to come back?" He snorted. "Not only would Vegeta not give a shit, he'd probably laugh at me for being so damn weak!" He picked up a small rock nearby before angrily tossing it into the lake. Hearing it lightly splash when it hit the surface before sinking. "It's not like he'll ever find out that I said that anyway." He grumbled.
Goten turned his head towards him. "Then you are still waiting for him." It was more of a statement then a question.
Gohan didn't reply, he just turned away, fiddling with his undone metal jacket zipper. It was an unusually chilly night out considering summer had started three weeks ago, and so his kasaan had insisted that they both wear light coats.
The younger Son sighed at the silence he got. "Gohan he might still come back y'know. Just because he's gone doesn't mean he left yo--"
"Then what the fuck does it mean?!" He cut him off angrily. Fighting the urge to sneer down at his own little brother. Gohan sat up angrily and folded his legs, and Goten quickly followed suit.
"Goten, he's a fucking super saiyan! No one on earth can lay a finger on him and get away with it aside from Vegeta and my dad. And tousan would never even think of hurting him in any way! So if Vegeta didn't force him to cut me off from him then that can only mean that he did it willingly and left." He bit out. Feeling his eyes sting with strong tears at the thought of his former koi, but he blinked them back stubbornly. Not wanting to show that kind of weakness in front of his brother who used to idolize him for his strength.
Goten didn't need to see any tears to know that he was crying on the inside though. The same way he'd been crying for the past two months now.
He understood what his brother was saying when he claimed that Trunks had left him. Hell, even he was beginning to loose hope that his friend would ever come back. Because two months was an awful long time for someone of Trunks' power to disappear without any rational explanation. Eventually they called the police, just to be on the safe side. But they didn't take it seriously, and only marked Trunks off as a runaway, which only deepened Gohans belief that he had been dumped. He didn't even come back for his graduation, missed his prom and everything. What was he supposed to believe?
Goten did the only thing he knew he could do at that point. Be supportive. So he placed a hand on his oniisan's back in comfort while the older demi fought back tears with raspy breathing.
"It'll be okay, Gohan." He whispered.
Gohan shook his head. "No it won't." He choked back, lifting his jacket and pulling out the velvet box containing the engagement rings he had placed in his pocket. Keeping them with him wherever he went in case Trunks would return.
Gotens eyes widened slightly when he saw the box, knowing what was inside since the rings were shown to him by his excited brother some time before the party. But what was he doing?
Gohan narrowed his eyes down at the box before opening it up to have a look at the simple gold bands, the best ones he could afford on his small salary, his hands shaking at the sight of them as he got to his feet.
"G-Gohan what are you doing?" Goten asked, also getting to his feet as he eyed his brother cautiously.
"He's gone." He whispered pitifully, not taking his eyes off of the rings in his one hand as his gaze and tone of voice became as hard as stone with his resurfacing anger. "He's gone and he's not coming back!" Gohan whipped the box with the rings into the black lake in a fury. Turning to storm off before they could hit the
surface of the water and sink with the rock he'd previously thrown in, not looking back as he left his little brother still standing there on the docks in shock. Wondering what he could do to try and take away his brothers pain.
He sighed as he stood there, thinking it best for Gohan to have some alone time since he's been getting very little of that since Trunks took off. What with people trying to offer their support and sympathy and such.
Goten sighed again, scratching the back of his head as he glanced at the water, rippling from the ring box that was thrown in. And his thoughts drifted back to his friend and the affect his disappearance was having on his brother. Damnit Trunks, why did you have to leave?'
To Be Continued...........................
A.N: Can Anyone tell that i love Trunks angst yet? Gohan angst is good too, but Trunks angsy is better! Heh, review please!! I'll be nicer to him if i get a few