A/N: Sorry it took so long to get this chapter out! I've been so busy, and plus it was my birthday, July 29, so there :P Well here it is, and thanks again for all the wonderful reviews.
The two walked inside and Trunks asked, "Mother what are we doing?" She led him over to a wall, still in the dark of the room with only the
little light provided by the doorway. Trunks heard a switch click and lights began to glow by the hundreds, as the entire room was lit up in an
instant. Trunks eyes grew wide as he could only stare at the display before him, not able to think, to speak, or to move, but only stare. His eyes
followed the lit up screens all along the walls, and the magnificent displays on the steel tables, surely made by only the best of engineers and
designed by the most brilliant of minds. Trunks blinked several times and asked, "How long have I not noticed this?" Bulma laughed and replied,
"Ever since I decided to keep it my little secret." Trunks nodded and walked forward towards the screens, each displaying layouts for certain
projects and designs. "So what does this have to do with what I asked?" Bulma grinned and replied, "The truth is, I already have the blueprints
for a time-machine." Trunks stared at her before she said, "I'm not just handing them over, if that's what you think. You have to earn them."
Trunks glared and asked, "No time for games mother, what are you talking about?" Bulma crossed her arms and said, "When you understand
what I told you earlier, enough to embrace it, I'll give you the time machine." Trunks recalled, "Trunks, it takes a great mind to understand
the science of a situation, but the greatest of minds can see situations for more than what they are… they see people for who they are,
not what." Trunks furrowed a brow, and Bulma continued, "It's not being gay that matters, it's whether or not you love Goten for
who he is, not the for the fact that he's a guy."
Bulma yawned and said, "I think I've made my point." Trunks gritted his teeth and yelled, "What the hell does that mean, I can't use the time
machine until I love Goten?" Bulma stopped and said, "Watch your language, and no I don't mean that, it's just a way of saying, you'll never get
the time machine because you'll never embrace the fact someone dear to you fell in love with you."
"Goten eat something, you're going to get sick," ChiChi stated, setting a bowl of rice infront of him. Goten managed to smile and said, "Arigato
mother." She smiled and walked back in to the kitchen to prepare something for Goku. Goten fiddled with his chopsticks, still pondering what
Trunks had said earlier. "I'm the man in your nightmare…" It was like a curse, something so terrible, yet so divine. He loved Trunks with
feelings people feel towards their spouse or fiancés. Nothing would change that, and he was falling deeper, knowing Trunks would never feel the
same for him. It didn't matter how hard he tried, to make Trunks feel special, or to look really hot, enough that flocks of women would throw
themselves at his feet, because in the end, he was just a best friend and a brother. Goten quickly began devouring the rice before him. When the
bowl was empty he stood up and carried it to the kitchen, setting it in the sink. Maybe if I tell him why, starting from our childhood… Goten
pondered the thought. He was getting the feeling Trunks was confused and upset, and for a good reason. I just want to know why… Goten's
eyes widened and he recognized the voice in his head. It was Trunks, thinking and pondering. The link was always there, their minds in-tuned
with each other, but never really put to use in that way. "I can go inside his head, and see it clearly," Goten said and closed his eyes. He sighed
and yelled, "I'll be back in a bit!" Goten ran out the front door, and took to the sky. He increased his speed to maximum, seeing a city of lights
beginning to form in front of him. He spotted Capsule Corp. and set down in the front by the door. He panted from the loss of energy but
sustained his efforts and ran to the door, knocking on it. Bulma opened the door and he darted right past her, causing her eyes to widen. He
sped down a hallway and noticed Trunks down an aisle, taking route towards him.
Trunks clenched his fists and walked out of the room in to the hall, angered over the lack of cooperation. "It's not like I'm trying to change the
past!" Trunks yelled and punched the wall. He sighed and whispered, "I just… want to know why, maybe learn how…" Trunks heard footsteps
and looked up to find a familiar pair of obsidian eyes, glossy and fixed on his. Trunks choked before saying, "Goten…?"