Well, everyone, it's nice to see that everyone as of yet likes my story, I was gonna wait a week or so to put this up, but I think Ill keep you interested, so I decided to put another one up, it's short, but the later chapters become longer.. Especially chapter 5... whew, am I ever having trouble writing that one... Well, anyway everyone, I hope you enjoy this chapter!

Disclaimer: I own not a single right or trademark when it comes to DBZ. Damn.

Chapter 2 - A Farewell Too Soon

Rain echoed throughout the entire area, the place was dark, only to be illuminated by the thunderous crashes of lightning that blazed across the horizon occasionally. The only other source of light were fires from gas and power lines that refused to die after the storm as well as the battle that had occurred. Fountains poured from the broken sewer lines and buildings where the water had gathered, everything around was engulfed in water, even the streets. Even Trunk's corpse.

Gohan slowly opened his eyes, coming to. He grimaced as he ran his only arm on his head through his hair. It was all a blur, he had no idea where he was, until he raised up, his body screaming in agony. He looked around, the images blurring, rubble rubble, darkness, rain, that all he sensed. No Ki, no nothing. Gohan sat up looking around at the darkness he could see nothing, and only hear what nature had emitted. He staggered up to his feet in immense pain, he could try to raise himself into super saiyan, but he would probably pass out. He walked slowly down a mountain of rubble, keeping his balance, as to not slip on the wet debris. Slowly he descended the mound, only to rewarded with aches and pain as he made his way down. As he reached the bottom he made a loud splash in the water, the current would've been enough to take a normal being away, but he was a saiyan, but it took all he had to fight it off.

"Trunks!!!! Where are you?!" The half Saiyan yelled out, searching for his little brother. Nothing sounded. Then.. Thunder, lightning and thunder, it crashed violently, then just stopped, letting the continuos dropping of rain to continue. Feeling a knot tighten in his empty stomach he followed the current instinctively, something told him that his best friend would be this way. Water splashed and splurged to the left and right of him as he made his way down the stream. Lightning flashed, illuminating the dark area. He walked for a long time, occasionally tripping on rubble, causing a fair amount of pain to surge throughout his battered body. He stopped then something was wrong, something had alerted his senses. He looked around trying to figure out what, then it hit him.

That scent...

Blood.

Gohan looked around eagerly, it wasn't his own blood it was someone else's, a familiar scent. It could only be one of four people.

It was Trunk's. Gohan walked hastily, ignoring all pain that beseeched him, it wasn't as import as his pupil. He came to a dead halt when he felt something. The current had switched directions, it was somewhat twirling. He looked down as lightning flashed, a sewer opening was taking in the water running down this area, causing it to swirl. His eyes continued to see the area after the lightning faded due to the burned image. In the after image something caught his attention. He turned right waiting for the lightning again. It happened. It illuminated the carcass perfectly, it was Trunks. Gohan scrambled to the body as the amount of lightning increased. He picked up the body slowly, anger and sadness beginning to rise.

" No Trunks.. you can't.. be.. " Lightning stopped his muttering, as it showed a large hole in Trunk's abdomen. " The bastards.. look what they've done to you. ... " He forced himself not to cry, but a few tears ran free. " ... You didn't deserve this little brother... I'm sorry.. It's all my fault.. " He looked down clenching his fist together " Those bastards! Why! Why did they do this! You didn't deserve any of this! DAMNIT WHY! WHY KAMI! " He screamed out in the night only to be answered by thunder. " It should've been me... It should've.... YOU MONSTERS!!! I'll KILL EVERY LAST ONE OF YOU!!" He screamed as his form ignited Super Saiyan. The ground beneath him trembled as his energy wafted upwards furiously. His aura was slightly dimmed to to the intense lack of ki Gohan currently had. Realizing this was probably his last wind Gohan lifted into the air carrying Trunk's lifeless body. He was losing energy fast, he had gone from full throttle to less than half his speed. He grunted in pain as he soared through the air, trying to reach his last destination. He was losing energy fast and it was taking all he had just to reach where he wanted to go. He owed it to Trunks. He owed it to Bulma, he finally saw it. Capsule Corp.

Bulma sat back in her chair, rubbing her eyes slightly. She had been working non stop on her new invention, an invention sure to change the world, maybe even the universe. The computer sat there, outlining the design of her dreams. She had nearly completed it and progress had uplifted heavily. She looked around getting a nagging feeling. Trunks had been out with Gohan for over 11 hours now. He had really stayed out with Gohan this late, and something was telling her there was something wrong. She stood up and stretched, she had been on the computer for hours, and it was really tiring her out staring at that screen all the time. She wiped her eyes a bit and yawned, it looked like it was time for more coffee. She made her way to the kitchen, the one where Trunks and Gohan had eaten, with the newly acquired chew attack. She remembered this as she let out a soft smile, making her way to the coffee maker. She sat down on the table, waiting for her coffee to finish as she rested her head on her hands thinking. How long ago had it been since Trunks came home carrying Gohan. Gohan had given Trunks his last senzu bean from what she understood. She had known from that day that it had all been idea, hell she knew from the day that Vegeta died that anyone fighting the Androids had been a bad idea. But she let her son go with Gohan and fight anyway he would just go and live with Gohan, or fight by himself. She could see how much he wanted to protect all of the people. It suprised her, she had thought he might turn out like his father, but he didn't after all.

She looked to the coffee as it dripped and dropped, near full. She rose up wearily and walked to the cabinet retrieving a mug, one of her favorites. Saying "Number 1 Mom!" Trunks had given it to her a few months back, finding it in some rubble of a city. She smiled as she leaned against the counter, waiting for her caffeinated drink to finish, and finally it did. She poured it slowly, thinking of how much work had to be done. If she could complete this machine, it would change the course of all history, and in an essence make Bulma Breifs the hero of all of mankind. She smiled at this thought of herself towering over a super saiyan as a savior. She was losing herself in a fantasy of her in the otherworld, being crowned as the savior of the universe. She was smiling uncontrollably when she heard a ruckus downstairs. Her face quickly moved into a frown. It couldn't be looters, no way in hell it could. No human could get past the security system. She walked downstairs quickly, her stomach knotting up tightly.

She gasped sharply at what she saw. Gohan was sprawled on the floor laying back. He was a total mess. Clutched with his only arm to his chest, rested Trunks."Gohan!! Oh my Gosh! What happened to you two?!" She shrieked. Gohan looked at her, not up at her, just at her. He didn't even move, and then his eyes just rolled in the back of his head. She let out some sobs, fighting the urge to break down wailing right there with the two laying there incapacitated. She rose up to her feet and struggled to lift Gohan's arm off of Trunks. She let go of his arm with a thud and looked to her son. The lavender hair boy's torso was mangled, a gaping hole lay where her offspring's stomach would have been. She looked away as her fight was forgotten she wailed right then and there. Her baby boy was dead, nothing more than a bloody carcass now. All that transpired after that was a blur. Bulma was lost in a state of mind, she got her robots to take Gohan up to a room, and wash him off. The aid would have to be done herself. But for now she cradled her dead son in her arms as she walked to the medical part of capsule corp. She wiped him down, and put a new outfit on him, covering that unsightly hole. Tears streamed down her face as she finished the job, rubbing her son's hair. She cried as she walked up to a crate, one near that size of a coffin. She opened it up, and picked up her son and lay him in there. She staggered as she hauled it down to the lower levels. She wept for hours, and even as she dug into the fresh soil. She was having to do what every parent feared, bury their own child.

Well, that's it everyone, hope ya liked it. Be sure to review! If I know people are actually reading this, I may just write faster... ;) The next chapter should be out in about a week or so. Stay tuned!

- Chris