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I don't know what possessed me to write a journal, but I suppose it will be a good experience for me. Well here goes… I've grown up in a world full of turmoil. Killing sprees conducted by the Androids caused so much chaos and destruction, destruction not only of buildings and the land but people and hearts too. People forgot how to care about one another; they just focused on their own survival. That just shows you how selfish the human race can be. A person on their own, well, that's an entirely different story. People on a whole are irrational, panicky, selfish beings. One person usually isn't able to make a difference in the way people act. I have tried so many times to help people see that it isn't just about survival but about humanity. If that disappears then we just have a world of chaos, like we have now. People have forgotten to care for each other, to share, to love. There are exceptions of course (there always are) but those people are as rare as precious gems. As for me, I just can't love anymore. There is no hope for me. I will always be just a shadow in this cold, bitter world. Unnoticed and uncared for. There is just no hope.

Marai no Trunks

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Marai no Trunks looked bitterly out the large bay window at the world. People had healed the land, but for them, the people, the things they endured had no cure. Only time could make the vivid scars fade. They would never disappear completely as long as someone still remembered what it was like…

!!!Flashback!!!

A lone warrior hovered infront of the two cold-blooded killers. His eyes as hard and cold as glacial ice betrayed no emotion other than pure hatred and rage. The aura around this golden warrior shimmered like heat waves in a boiling desert. The very air held onto the tension of that moment. What took mere moments seemed like hours for the brave Saiyan warrior. As he made the final charge at the now battered Androids a bright yellowish light engulfed the area, blinding anyone still alive and conscious enough to see what was happening in the sky above. Just as suddenly as it began, the blinding flash of pure light ended and all that remained in the wake of the attack was the warrior, sword still pointed in the direction in which the two Android killers, Juuhachigou and Juunanagou [a/n:sp??], were milliseconds before. It was finished. Their reign of the earth and it's creatures was over, ended by a single flash…

!!!End Flashback!!!

Memories cascaded like a rushing waterfall in Marai no Trunks' mind. Memories of how proud his mother was when he returned safely home. How relived the world was that the terror was over. He felt hope then, but then it faded. Just like the memories that once were so vivid in his mind dulled. All had faded to black and white. It had only been four years but they faded away. His mother was incredibly alive and vibrant up until a short while ago. He didn't understand. Depression just lingered in the wake of the adversity he had faced. Now nineteen, he still had never been in love, never lived in true peace, never experienced connections to the world he had risked everything to save. And now the only person who kept him sane and alive, the only reason he lived, was slowly dying. She was fading just like his memories and there was nothing anyone could do to save her. His mother knew that it was her time and accepted it, but Trunks just refused to let her go. She wanted and needed desperately to leave that world, yet was unable to go.

Trunks walked slowly out the door of his bedroom. His feet unconsciously led him to his ailing mother's room. Trunks came to a stop in front of the door and cautiously knocked.

"Come in, sweetie," Bulma's cheerful voice rang out. Even death couldn't diminish the hope she had. Seeing his mother there, lying propped up on soft pillows, so pale and fragile like a dying rose.

"You wanted to see me, Mother?"

"Yes. Trunks, there is something I need to discuss with you," She paused and searched for the right words, "I'm not going to be here much longer." 'Well that sure was blunt,' Bulma thought.

"Mother, please don't talk like that. The doctors can't find anything wrong with you! How can you know that you're going to die just like that?"

"Trunks, please try to understand. I know that this world has nothing left for me, or you for that reason, which is why I want you to go to the timeline you saved. There won't be any reason for you to stay here when I'm gone. Trunks, please listen! I don't want you to stay here! Please, there is nothing left and I don't want you to be alone. Go to that timeline and live, Trunks, I want to at least know that you'll be safe from the hardship I've suffered through."

"Mother, is that what you truly want?" Trunks asked quietly as he walked over to Bulma's bed.

"Of course I do, sweetheart. You deserve to live." Bulma's strong voice was becoming softer and softer as if it hurt her to talk. "Well it looks like that old bond I had with your father is finally catching up to me," She said softly taking Trunks strong hand in her slim one, "I want you to be happy, Trunks. Don't forget, honey, I'll always love you. Please go and be happy."

"Mother! Don't go!"

"It's my time, sweetie. I love you lots and I am so proud of you, my son."

"I love you, Mom," Trunks replied, tears now streaming down his cheeks.

With a final, sweet smile, Bulma Brief closed her brilliant blue eyes for the last time as her son cried silently next to her bedside.

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A/n: well there's the first chapter. I seriously needed a break from my other fanfics. Sorry I haven't been updating. Hope y'all like it!! Don't forget to review! I love reviews!! Oh, and I also accept flames so don't be afraid to tell me if you think my story is crap. Just no swearing is all I ask of you flamers! Oh, and if anyone has any suggestions for a title, please let me know! Bye for now!

Anna