Ninjablue: I feel like writing something sad,..
F.Trunks: Ninjy,.....in a quiet whisper You all right?
Ninjablue: Yeah,...
F.Trunks: Ok, If you need to talk I'm here for you k.
Ninjablue: Ok, thanks Twunksiesmiles faintly well on with the story.
Tears of life
Chapter 1: Sunset
Trunks stared at his surroundings; there wasn't a whole lot to
see. Nothing but ruined buildings and broken cement where the roads
used to be. He was the last one left, not just the last saiyan, but the
last survivor. Everyone died of a disease that didn't affect saiyans.
He had gotten sick from it, but only until his saiyan half got rid of
it. The demi-saiyan looked for a last time, then he turned around and
flew away. He had taken his last look at the place he called home. But
now it wasn't much of a home, since home is where the heart is. His
heart was with his mother. His mother was dead. Trunks fought back the
tears he knew wanted to come. Crying and flying don't mix well. Finally
he got to his destination. There were a few trees here and there, but
for the most part there were graves. This place on this little hill
was where the entire Z gang, minus Trunks, were buried. It was a nice
little place, especially in the spring. The trees around the place
bloomed with hundreds of pretty blue flowers. But it was fall. The
trees didn't even have leaves on them anymore. Already the chill of
winter was setting in. The place seemed gloomy. Trunks looked at the
sky for a moment. Grey clouds were coming in. It would probably snow
soon. But he might be gone by then. Trunks walked over to where the
more recent graves were. In a row from left to right was Ox King's,
Gohan's, Chichi's, and his mother's graves. The only one he really
cared about visiting were Gohan's and Bulma's. Trunks laid a bouquet of
flowers on those two graves. After all Gohan was his best friend, and
Bulma was his mother. He never really got the chance to meet Chichi or
Ox King. He was either with Gohan training or at home with his mom, oh
and that one other thing, fighting with the androids. He sat reading
the inscriptions on the graves for a while. Then he brushed his long
lavender hair out of his face and stood up. He had to bury his mother
by himself. It was the hardest thing he had ever done in his entire
life. When he buried her he couldn't stop crying. He was still hurting
from that loss. He looked at the fresh mound of dirt he knew his mother
was under then looked where Gohan lied. He shook his head. Then he
finally spoke for the first time in months.
"Mother, Gohan. I don't know what to do any more. I know that
if I were to kill myself, you'd be highly disappointed. So maybe I,..."
Trunks paused and looked to his right where the sun was beginning to
set "Will go to the past. For good. Maybe. I don't know." Trunks was
aware that he probably looked like a fool. A cool gush of wind cause
Trunks' hair to float around. Trunks softly shivered, but remained as
he was.
"I wish" Trunks sighed softly "I wish non of this would have
happened, but it did. And now if I want any kind of happiness, I have to
leave. I hope you understand. I just wish that damned disease would
have killed me too. But it didn't. So now I'm left with my only choices.
Kill myself and be with everyone, or go back to the past. And I know,
mother, you wouldn't like me going and killing myself. And Gohan, you
wouldn't like me giving up on life. So I will go to the past. And
hopefully things will be better there." Trunks bent his head down.
Tears began to fall down his tanned cheeks. Trunks moved his hand up
and brushed away the tears. But his attempt failed, as he had just
smeared the tears all over his face. Trunks said his last few words.
"I love you mother, Gohan. I should go now, before I change my mind.
Goodbye." he sighed "Forever." Trunks backed up a few steps. He looked
right again. The sun was putting on a beautiful show for an empty
planet. It was kind of ironic. Trunks watched the different shades of
red, blue, pink, green, and purple mix with the storm clouds heading
towards where Trunks stood. It was breath taking. Trunks sighed and
walked to a big clearing. He pulled out the dino cap box. He opened it
taking out the one labeled as 1. He hit the button on the top and
flung it at the clearing while he closed the box and slid it back into
his jacket pocket. The time machine popped out of the capsule with a
POMP. Trunks sighed again. He tried to wipe the tears away again. He
wasn't going to the past looking like this. He stood there for a little
while calm himself enough to stop the tears and dry off his face. Then
finally he gave a quick glance back then hopped into the time machine.
He set the year, month, day, time, and spot. The he let the glass dome
close. He hit a button and the time machine rose into the air. He toke a
last look around then he hit one last button and the time machine
disappeared.
Ninjablue: Not too bad for now. Kinda short. But hey I feel a little
better now.
F.Trunks: You know, you worry me sometimes Ninjy.
Ninjablue: I do?
F.Trunks: Yeah and this is why. That's really, um well melancholy.
Ninjablue: I'm sorry to have worried you, but its what I do.
F.Trunks: Well just don't go suicidal on me, ok.Trunks pulls Ninjablue
into a hug
Ninjablue: I'm not suicidal. But ok.Ninjablue hugs back
both pull apart
Ninjablue: Well peeps, do me a favor and review this thing. I want to
know if it sucks real bad or not k. I promise you peeps who read my
other stories that I'll get to work on them asap. Ok I go now.
Coming?
F.Trunks: Yeah I'm right behind you.
F.Trunks: Ninjy,.....in a quiet whisper You all right?
Ninjablue: Yeah,...
F.Trunks: Ok, If you need to talk I'm here for you k.
Ninjablue: Ok, thanks Twunksiesmiles faintly well on with the story.
Tears of life
Chapter 1: Sunset
Trunks stared at his surroundings; there wasn't a whole lot to
see. Nothing but ruined buildings and broken cement where the roads
used to be. He was the last one left, not just the last saiyan, but the
last survivor. Everyone died of a disease that didn't affect saiyans.
He had gotten sick from it, but only until his saiyan half got rid of
it. The demi-saiyan looked for a last time, then he turned around and
flew away. He had taken his last look at the place he called home. But
now it wasn't much of a home, since home is where the heart is. His
heart was with his mother. His mother was dead. Trunks fought back the
tears he knew wanted to come. Crying and flying don't mix well. Finally
he got to his destination. There were a few trees here and there, but
for the most part there were graves. This place on this little hill
was where the entire Z gang, minus Trunks, were buried. It was a nice
little place, especially in the spring. The trees around the place
bloomed with hundreds of pretty blue flowers. But it was fall. The
trees didn't even have leaves on them anymore. Already the chill of
winter was setting in. The place seemed gloomy. Trunks looked at the
sky for a moment. Grey clouds were coming in. It would probably snow
soon. But he might be gone by then. Trunks walked over to where the
more recent graves were. In a row from left to right was Ox King's,
Gohan's, Chichi's, and his mother's graves. The only one he really
cared about visiting were Gohan's and Bulma's. Trunks laid a bouquet of
flowers on those two graves. After all Gohan was his best friend, and
Bulma was his mother. He never really got the chance to meet Chichi or
Ox King. He was either with Gohan training or at home with his mom, oh
and that one other thing, fighting with the androids. He sat reading
the inscriptions on the graves for a while. Then he brushed his long
lavender hair out of his face and stood up. He had to bury his mother
by himself. It was the hardest thing he had ever done in his entire
life. When he buried her he couldn't stop crying. He was still hurting
from that loss. He looked at the fresh mound of dirt he knew his mother
was under then looked where Gohan lied. He shook his head. Then he
finally spoke for the first time in months.
"Mother, Gohan. I don't know what to do any more. I know that
if I were to kill myself, you'd be highly disappointed. So maybe I,..."
Trunks paused and looked to his right where the sun was beginning to
set "Will go to the past. For good. Maybe. I don't know." Trunks was
aware that he probably looked like a fool. A cool gush of wind cause
Trunks' hair to float around. Trunks softly shivered, but remained as
he was.
"I wish" Trunks sighed softly "I wish non of this would have
happened, but it did. And now if I want any kind of happiness, I have to
leave. I hope you understand. I just wish that damned disease would
have killed me too. But it didn't. So now I'm left with my only choices.
Kill myself and be with everyone, or go back to the past. And I know,
mother, you wouldn't like me going and killing myself. And Gohan, you
wouldn't like me giving up on life. So I will go to the past. And
hopefully things will be better there." Trunks bent his head down.
Tears began to fall down his tanned cheeks. Trunks moved his hand up
and brushed away the tears. But his attempt failed, as he had just
smeared the tears all over his face. Trunks said his last few words.
"I love you mother, Gohan. I should go now, before I change my mind.
Goodbye." he sighed "Forever." Trunks backed up a few steps. He looked
right again. The sun was putting on a beautiful show for an empty
planet. It was kind of ironic. Trunks watched the different shades of
red, blue, pink, green, and purple mix with the storm clouds heading
towards where Trunks stood. It was breath taking. Trunks sighed and
walked to a big clearing. He pulled out the dino cap box. He opened it
taking out the one labeled as 1. He hit the button on the top and
flung it at the clearing while he closed the box and slid it back into
his jacket pocket. The time machine popped out of the capsule with a
POMP. Trunks sighed again. He tried to wipe the tears away again. He
wasn't going to the past looking like this. He stood there for a little
while calm himself enough to stop the tears and dry off his face. Then
finally he gave a quick glance back then hopped into the time machine.
He set the year, month, day, time, and spot. The he let the glass dome
close. He hit a button and the time machine rose into the air. He toke a
last look around then he hit one last button and the time machine
disappeared.
Ninjablue: Not too bad for now. Kinda short. But hey I feel a little
better now.
F.Trunks: You know, you worry me sometimes Ninjy.
Ninjablue: I do?
F.Trunks: Yeah and this is why. That's really, um well melancholy.
Ninjablue: I'm sorry to have worried you, but its what I do.
F.Trunks: Well just don't go suicidal on me, ok.Trunks pulls Ninjablue
into a hug
Ninjablue: I'm not suicidal. But ok.Ninjablue hugs back
both pull apart
Ninjablue: Well peeps, do me a favor and review this thing. I want to
know if it sucks real bad or not k. I promise you peeps who read my
other stories that I'll get to work on them asap. Ok I go now.
Coming?
F.Trunks: Yeah I'm right behind you.