You used to captivate me by your resonating light
But now I'm bound by the life you left behind
Your face is haunts my once pleasant dreams
Your voice it chased away all the sanity in me
-Evanescence
Trunks woke beaded with sweat. It had all seemed so real; it was like reliving that night all over again. Why won't you leave us alone Dad? Why must you haunt us with your presence? Trunks thought, dropping his head between his knees.
"Mother." Trunks remembered, and dashed out of bed and down the hall. Bulma was sitting up in bed, eating her breakfast.
"Are you alright Mother?" Trunks asked anxiously, dripping sweat on the floor.
"Hai, of course I'm alright. But what about you? You're sweating, what's wrong?"
"I had a dream last night, well, more like a nightmare." He paused, unsure if he should tell her what he had seen.
"Oh? Go on, you can tell me." urged Bulma. That's true, Trunks thought. He had always been able to tell his mother everything.
"Alright, but I'm not sure if you want to hear it. I dreamt about the night Dad left." There was a clatter of silver as Bulma dropped her utensils. Trunks regretted his statement immediately. "Gomen." said Trunks quickly, mentally kicking himself.
"No, don't apologize Trunks. You can't control what comes in your dreams."
"But your health has been declining ever since; I should not have brought it up." A dead silence fell upon the room.
"What did the doctor say?" Trunks proceeded to ask.
"Same thing he always does." Bulma answered with an air of annoyance.
"That my heart's giving out and I'm not going to live much longer." Trunks looked down. This was not new, but somehow, today it seemed all the more painful. He clenched his fists.
"I don't want to lose you Mother. You're all I have. Father left and that was enough pain and-and..." His fingernails bit painfully into his palm.
"And what?" Bulma asked. Trunks silently choked back millions of tears.
"It's nothing really." Trunks tried to shrug it off. "It's just that, before he left, Father said he hated me." Bulma's eyes filled with mother's compassion for her son.
"Come sit here Trunks." She patted the bed. Trunks obeyed and climbed onto it.
"You are only twelve years old Trunks and that happened when you were seven, you can't possibly understand all of what happened. He didn't mean it Trunks; I know that for a fact. Don't judge him by what he says, it's rarely the truth."
"Then how can I judge him?"
"His eyes." replied Bulma, "That's always been his weakness."
"His eyes..." Trunks repeated quietly. "I dunno Mother; whenever I see him in a dream his eyes are always filled with hatred."
"Your dreams are biased on what you feel; they're not always the truth. Don't judge with your dreams, judge when you see him again."
"See him again? I don't think so, he left hating us."
"He'll come back. His pride won't allow him to return, but eventually, his emotions will win out." "No! I hate him! I never want him to return!"
"You're just like him, denying what you really feel, I can tell."
"No Mother, I'm nothing like him! I'd never do what he did! And I'll never forgive him for doing what he did!" Trunks bellowed in fury, jumping off the bed. Hot tears strained his eyes.
"I never said you would. I think you should re-consider not forgiving him. He's coming back someday."
"Yeah right Mom." Trunks answered sarcastically.
"Yes, he is, don't you know what today is? It's the fifth anniversary of the day he left. That gives me the feeling he's coming back soon."
"He's never coming back Mother, no matter what you want to believe!"
"Just you wait and see." Trunks looked and felt beaten. He began to walk out of the room but stopped midway.
"Besides, if he does come back, I'll kill him."
Ok, not much in this chapter, but it is a necessary prelude to the next. I love the three reviews I got and it made me really happy. I hope you will continue to read! I'm also sorry this wasn't posted sooner. My internet went down and my sister kicked me off her computer ;