Scars – Chapter 28
Gohan was a touch nervous about taking Trunks to the mall, as he was not usually very savvy on the latest fashions. Gohan tended not to have a clue that his clothes were decidedly un-cool, and his hairstyle had barely changed since he was about twelve or so. However, The lavender-haired half- saiyajin walking at his side (maybe a touch behind him) knew even less about this sort of thing, and he was intensely overwhelmed by the din of the mall. The large building made a sounding board for every little noise, every breath and voice and beep of the numerous cash registers, so that by the time Trunks and Gohan were ten meters into the mall, both of them were quite overwhelmed and wanted to leave. Gohan sighed, turning and looking Trunks over.
"Well, where do you want to go first,?"
"Home?" Trunks said in a questioning voice, looking back at the doors, which showed rectangles of faraway sunlight, and made the huge open space of the mall seem like a tiny, suffocating prison to the scarred man. He rubbed the back of his arm and presed closer to Gohan, who inched away a bit, out of discomfort.
"Trunks, come on now, it isn't that bad. If we just ignore them all, and pretend we're the only one's here, then we'll have free reign over the whole place. Come on, Videl showed me some stores one time where a lot of people our age tend to shop, though she hates shopping. Vidi's like that, she'll do things for other people, even if she doesn't enjoy them personally."
Gohan took Trunks into one of the stores Videl had told him was supposed to be a cool place for guys to shop. It was darker, and quieter inside, though there was annoying music playing all over the place. The music was quiet enough to be a background, and Trunks sighed in relief when they entered, pausing in the doorway of the store to let himself relax marginally.
Gohan gave Trunks a searching look. He knew that Trunks had been through a lot, but this was a bit ridiculous. Did everything have to be so over dramatic and emotional with him? It made him think of his mother. But then, thinking like that, put Gohan in the mindset that he represented Goku in this situation, and he frowned, telling himself to care more, or risk being the coldhearted jackass he'd truly discovered the previous night. Gohan delved into the store, poking through the racks of clothing, not really very interested in clothes at all. His eyes wandered around the place, and he broke off from Trunks, who was moving more slowly, appearing overwhelmed by the tiniest things, like socks and belts and jewelry.
Trunks watched Gohan disappear, and he stayed by one of the racks that had colours he liked, poking through the different items. He found some T- shirts, and gathered a few of them up, twisting to see the size of his own shirt, to make sure he chose the correct size off the racks. Large appeared to be the best choice, so he went with it, and chose things that he'd seen some of the humans around wearing. The sign on the rack said these were 'polo' shirts. He shrugged, liking the soft, durable weave of the fabric. He picked a white one, and put it back, in favour of darker colours – gray, black, green – he didn't like to draw attention to himself.
As Trunks was browsing, Gohan came up behind him with some bottoms. He said they were 'khakis' and that a lot of people wore them. Trunks nodded, accepting the light coloured pants, and thinking to himself that they would show bloodstains and dirt easily, and would need to be washed constantly if he chose to buy them. Trunks wasn't really thinking that he'd get to have a lot of clothes, he was used to having one set to wear, and one set to change into when those were destroyed. When he ran out, he'd fly around and look for more in people's deserted homes, or he'd make more with his mother, who was dead....
"Thanks Gohan, I'll try them on." Trunks said softly, and accepted the baggy pants, throwing them over his arm as he proceeded to another rack.
Trunks ended up buying a snug-fitting polo shirt that was gray with lighter gray trimming on the collar and sleeves. It fit around his arms rather tightly, and stretched a bit over his pectorals, but the saleslady wouldn't le him leave without it, and so he offered her a large bill and left the store with the shirt on his back, because his other clothes smelled like BO anyhow. For pants, Trunks had firmly decided against the light-coloured khakis, he simply found them impractical. He chose, instead – against Gohan's advice – dark gray khakis. He also picked out a leather belt to help his pants stay up around his slim male hips, and some socks to go with the Birkenstocks he'd picked out.
When Trunks walked out of the store, he wasn't very certain that he looked any better than he had when he'd entered it. He thought people must be looking at him funny, and he wanted to go home, but Gohan insisted that he get something else, and offered to carry his bag of older clothes for him, though being half-saiyajins, neither of them had any trouble with such little things.
As they milled around through the mall, getting more and more accustomed to the awful echo of voices and beeping and money jingling in pockets, Trunks wandered without warning into a barber shop. Catching sight of himself in the mirror outside of the business, he realized that this hair was in fact unkempt, and didn't resemble much of anything he saw other humans around his age wearing. Trunks looked warily around the shop, smelling hair products and seeing various blades and combs and razors. It all looked quite foreign to him, and he stepped backwards as if to escape, bumping into Gohan's solid chest and startling. He whirled around in readiness to attack, and Gohan caught his punch, making nothing out of what could have been a scene. Gohan smiled slightly, lowering his hand with Trunks' fist still in it, and he gently turned Trunks around with a pair of hands on his shoulders, to face the short, amiable looking little Italian man who worked the shop. The man had very curly gray hair, and squinty black eyes. He bowed slightly and smiled, revealing that he had one silver tooth in the front, amongst the normal teeth. Trunks swallowed nervously and stepped forwards, accepting the man's offer of a handshake.
"I...uhm.... I think I need a haircut," Trunks tried, running his fingers back through his hair nervously.
The man nodded "Of course! As you can see, I don't have any customers right now, so you can take that seat right there. Your handsome friend can wait on the bench." The barber gestured to a long, low bench across the inside of the outside wall of the shop, and Gohan obediently took a seat and picked up a magazine. He poked through it, thinking maybe he'd like to get a haircut, though in all honesty, he wouldn't do it unless Videl told him it needed to be done.
Trunks sat in the chair, not liking the defenseless position it put him in, leaning him back as it did. The kindly old barber came and wrapped him in a cape thing, so his hair wouldn't get on his clothes or skin. The barber began to spritz his hair with water, and comb it, then he turned the chair around and put his hands on his chubby hips, blinking inquisitively through his squinty eyes.
"What would you like me to do?" He asked, waiting with a comb in one hand, and scissors in the other.
Trunks swallowed, shrugging "I don't; know.... I guess something kinda.....normal? Like.... Nothing ridiculous... maybe just short in the back and around my ears, and a bit longer on the top?"
The barber nodded and set to work. Really, he didn't do too much, but he buzzed the back a bit, and fixed up Trunks' uneven sideburns, and in only eight minutes, he stepped back triumphantly. "There you go, another masterpiece for Tony Montoya! That'll be eight dollars, please."
Trunks fished a ten from his pocket after the barber cleaned his neck up and brushed the little clinging purple hairs from around his ears onto the floor. He unwrapped the cape thing, and and stepped back, accepting the ten. Trunks told him to keep the change, and thanked him. He looked to Gohan for his opinion.
"Hey, that looks a lot better Trunks, he did a good job. Come on, you should get some other things, and maybe some stuff for your room, too."
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A few hours later, after a large, very satisfying lunch and lots of trekking around the noisy confines of the mall, it became apparent to Gohan that Trunks just didn't want to be there anymore. He was becoming irritable, and hiding it very well, all things considered. A few more times he'd nearly lashed out at people for bumping into him, and when a gaggle of young girls had begun to follow him around studiously, he turned on them and told them to stop, that he didn't want to be followed by anyone. They all stared at him like confused animals, and scattered quickly, leaving Trunks frowning angrily after them.
Gohan, on the other hand, found that unlike going through the mall with Videl, he felt calm and sort of... protective, moving through it with Trunks. He was still wary of Trunks, confused about Trunks' admonition of his homosexuality, but all in all, Gohan was studying the young man closely, and wanted to see a happier expression on his face.
Gohan hesitantly put a hand on Trunks' shoulder. "You're a little edgy Trunks, would you like to go? We've got loads of stuff, you'll do fine on these things for awhile."
Trunks seemed startled out of his thoughts, which he was. He was watching the humans here intently, and had discovered that they were all very calm and relaxed and incredibly loud. Nobody worried or glanced behind him/herself for danger. These people appeared well fed and groomed, they were not suffering. Still Trunks found them to be the same oppressive group that he'd found the humans in his time to be. He was ashamed of himself for sticking close beside Gohan, and worse, if Gohan wandered off, (which he was most definitely wont to do) Trunks found himself quickly following, feeling almost panicked when he was caught out of his friend's sight. He felt a weakness within himself that was specifically related to Gohan's sudden presence in his life, and when the hand descended and gripped his shoulder reassuringly, Trunks took a deep gasp of air and flashed back to Master Gohan gripping his shoulder, leaning down to speak into his ear, to tell him to stay behind, that if they both got killed, there wouldn't be any hope for the earth. Trunks hadn't heard from Gohan again, except the noise his lungs made as they were ruptured by Eighteen's blast along with his heart.
Tears seeped along the lower lids of Trunks eyes and he pulled out of Gohan's grip, rubbing his shoulder as if it hurt. He bit his lip helplessly, his glassy eyes hesitantly turning to gaze on Gohan's face. The somewhat taller saiyajin looked down at him evenly, and finally with sympathy.
"Its in the past, I'm not him, he's dead, Trunks. Come on, lets get some air." Gohan put his hand gently between Trunks' shoulder blades, his fingers spread as he gave Trunks a gentle push in the direction of the exit. The lavender-haired man shifted his bags in his hands and made his way there ahead of Gohan, who came out of the doors and joined him in making sure the sky was still there when it came into view. He led Trunks around the side of the building, behind a garbage dumpster. He turned Trunks to face him, and put one hand on each shoulder. The smell from the dumpster made Trunks think of the grocery store a few days after the power to West City had been cut the first time. He looked into Gohan's face and saw the glow on his skin from the sun, which beat down on his cheeks and made his eyes glitter from within the shadows of the rest of his face.
Trunks felt his breaths catching in his chest, he felt his stomach twisting into tight knots, and he wanted to hug himself. Gohan folded Trunks against him, guiding his face to rest against his shoulder, and stroking his hair a the base of his neck. Trunks tucked his face against Gohan's strong hardness, closing his eyes and feeling wetness making cold trails down his cheeks, which were hit from the bright sun that broke over the side of the dumpster. Trunks squeezed his eyes shut and put his arms around Gohan's waist, crying against Gohan's shoulder, while the other half-saiyajin quietly, and awkwardly stayed where he was, trying to be comforting.
Gohan understood and recognized that Trunks needed a chance to grieve, and he had wanted to provide that, but now he was trapped with the man clinging to him almost desperately. He felt a shiver quiver up along his back from the base of his spine when Trunks tightened his arms around Gohan's middle. Gohan inhaled more sharply than normal in a small gasp, his arms coming up automatically to push Trunks off, but instead he let them rest where they gripped Trunks' upper arms, and finally Gohan laid his head against Trunks' and whispered to him that it was alright.
Trunks cried for a few minutes, and when Gohan's voice touched his ears sweetly as it did, he began to calm, connecting, for the first time, this new Gohan with good thoughts and ideas, instead of the repeated mantra of Master Gohan being dead which normally ran about his thoughts. Trunks nodded against Gohan. He wiped his face on Gohan's shoulder and felt the hand in his hair again, which made him think of how his mother used to play with his hair when he was upset.
"Th-thanks, sorry." Trunks said in a soft, hesitant voice, and Gohan nodded.
"S'ok Trunks, you kinda saw me at my worst last night anyhow. I uhm.... Well I wanted to ask you.... My mom thinks that I should live by myself in the city somewhere, you know, and learn to take care of myself. And.... I know you just got here, and that you're kind of staying close to CC a the moment. But maybe once you're more settled in, if you want, you could share an apartment with me, you know? I mean it'd be like... like support. We're both half saiyajin. If I lived with a regular human, they'd find me out in no time if I wasn't careful. That means I wouldn't even be comfortable in my own home. Its not like you have to or anything, I'm just offering, cause... eh.... I'm a little creeped out by moving out too.
Trunks bit his lip again, it was a terrible habit of his. "I don't know about that..... thank you for the offer Gohan, but I would have to think about it. Not right now..... but maybe in a few months or something.... Just not now. "
Gohan had thought that Trunks would say yes, he'd been counting on it. He nodded in understanding and smiled brightly, unknowingly doing exactly as Goku did, and smiling because he was kind of hurt. "Alright, well maybe in a few months then. You know, this garbage kinda smells, lets go back to CC and get your room in order, alright?"
Trunks nodded in agreement, wrinkling his nose at the dumpster. He raised his hand and gently removed Gohan's touch from his arms, turning so that he wasn't standing up against Gohan anymore. Trunks gathered his bags together, (half of them, anyhow, since Gohan carried the other half) and sensed for nearby human ki. He felt nothing, and presumed it safe to fly, jumping up into the air and speeding into the clouds. He felt Gohan's energy not far behind his own.
Gohan was a touch nervous about taking Trunks to the mall, as he was not usually very savvy on the latest fashions. Gohan tended not to have a clue that his clothes were decidedly un-cool, and his hairstyle had barely changed since he was about twelve or so. However, The lavender-haired half- saiyajin walking at his side (maybe a touch behind him) knew even less about this sort of thing, and he was intensely overwhelmed by the din of the mall. The large building made a sounding board for every little noise, every breath and voice and beep of the numerous cash registers, so that by the time Trunks and Gohan were ten meters into the mall, both of them were quite overwhelmed and wanted to leave. Gohan sighed, turning and looking Trunks over.
"Well, where do you want to go first,?"
"Home?" Trunks said in a questioning voice, looking back at the doors, which showed rectangles of faraway sunlight, and made the huge open space of the mall seem like a tiny, suffocating prison to the scarred man. He rubbed the back of his arm and presed closer to Gohan, who inched away a bit, out of discomfort.
"Trunks, come on now, it isn't that bad. If we just ignore them all, and pretend we're the only one's here, then we'll have free reign over the whole place. Come on, Videl showed me some stores one time where a lot of people our age tend to shop, though she hates shopping. Vidi's like that, she'll do things for other people, even if she doesn't enjoy them personally."
Gohan took Trunks into one of the stores Videl had told him was supposed to be a cool place for guys to shop. It was darker, and quieter inside, though there was annoying music playing all over the place. The music was quiet enough to be a background, and Trunks sighed in relief when they entered, pausing in the doorway of the store to let himself relax marginally.
Gohan gave Trunks a searching look. He knew that Trunks had been through a lot, but this was a bit ridiculous. Did everything have to be so over dramatic and emotional with him? It made him think of his mother. But then, thinking like that, put Gohan in the mindset that he represented Goku in this situation, and he frowned, telling himself to care more, or risk being the coldhearted jackass he'd truly discovered the previous night. Gohan delved into the store, poking through the racks of clothing, not really very interested in clothes at all. His eyes wandered around the place, and he broke off from Trunks, who was moving more slowly, appearing overwhelmed by the tiniest things, like socks and belts and jewelry.
Trunks watched Gohan disappear, and he stayed by one of the racks that had colours he liked, poking through the different items. He found some T- shirts, and gathered a few of them up, twisting to see the size of his own shirt, to make sure he chose the correct size off the racks. Large appeared to be the best choice, so he went with it, and chose things that he'd seen some of the humans around wearing. The sign on the rack said these were 'polo' shirts. He shrugged, liking the soft, durable weave of the fabric. He picked a white one, and put it back, in favour of darker colours – gray, black, green – he didn't like to draw attention to himself.
As Trunks was browsing, Gohan came up behind him with some bottoms. He said they were 'khakis' and that a lot of people wore them. Trunks nodded, accepting the light coloured pants, and thinking to himself that they would show bloodstains and dirt easily, and would need to be washed constantly if he chose to buy them. Trunks wasn't really thinking that he'd get to have a lot of clothes, he was used to having one set to wear, and one set to change into when those were destroyed. When he ran out, he'd fly around and look for more in people's deserted homes, or he'd make more with his mother, who was dead....
"Thanks Gohan, I'll try them on." Trunks said softly, and accepted the baggy pants, throwing them over his arm as he proceeded to another rack.
Trunks ended up buying a snug-fitting polo shirt that was gray with lighter gray trimming on the collar and sleeves. It fit around his arms rather tightly, and stretched a bit over his pectorals, but the saleslady wouldn't le him leave without it, and so he offered her a large bill and left the store with the shirt on his back, because his other clothes smelled like BO anyhow. For pants, Trunks had firmly decided against the light-coloured khakis, he simply found them impractical. He chose, instead – against Gohan's advice – dark gray khakis. He also picked out a leather belt to help his pants stay up around his slim male hips, and some socks to go with the Birkenstocks he'd picked out.
When Trunks walked out of the store, he wasn't very certain that he looked any better than he had when he'd entered it. He thought people must be looking at him funny, and he wanted to go home, but Gohan insisted that he get something else, and offered to carry his bag of older clothes for him, though being half-saiyajins, neither of them had any trouble with such little things.
As they milled around through the mall, getting more and more accustomed to the awful echo of voices and beeping and money jingling in pockets, Trunks wandered without warning into a barber shop. Catching sight of himself in the mirror outside of the business, he realized that this hair was in fact unkempt, and didn't resemble much of anything he saw other humans around his age wearing. Trunks looked warily around the shop, smelling hair products and seeing various blades and combs and razors. It all looked quite foreign to him, and he stepped backwards as if to escape, bumping into Gohan's solid chest and startling. He whirled around in readiness to attack, and Gohan caught his punch, making nothing out of what could have been a scene. Gohan smiled slightly, lowering his hand with Trunks' fist still in it, and he gently turned Trunks around with a pair of hands on his shoulders, to face the short, amiable looking little Italian man who worked the shop. The man had very curly gray hair, and squinty black eyes. He bowed slightly and smiled, revealing that he had one silver tooth in the front, amongst the normal teeth. Trunks swallowed nervously and stepped forwards, accepting the man's offer of a handshake.
"I...uhm.... I think I need a haircut," Trunks tried, running his fingers back through his hair nervously.
The man nodded "Of course! As you can see, I don't have any customers right now, so you can take that seat right there. Your handsome friend can wait on the bench." The barber gestured to a long, low bench across the inside of the outside wall of the shop, and Gohan obediently took a seat and picked up a magazine. He poked through it, thinking maybe he'd like to get a haircut, though in all honesty, he wouldn't do it unless Videl told him it needed to be done.
Trunks sat in the chair, not liking the defenseless position it put him in, leaning him back as it did. The kindly old barber came and wrapped him in a cape thing, so his hair wouldn't get on his clothes or skin. The barber began to spritz his hair with water, and comb it, then he turned the chair around and put his hands on his chubby hips, blinking inquisitively through his squinty eyes.
"What would you like me to do?" He asked, waiting with a comb in one hand, and scissors in the other.
Trunks swallowed, shrugging "I don't; know.... I guess something kinda.....normal? Like.... Nothing ridiculous... maybe just short in the back and around my ears, and a bit longer on the top?"
The barber nodded and set to work. Really, he didn't do too much, but he buzzed the back a bit, and fixed up Trunks' uneven sideburns, and in only eight minutes, he stepped back triumphantly. "There you go, another masterpiece for Tony Montoya! That'll be eight dollars, please."
Trunks fished a ten from his pocket after the barber cleaned his neck up and brushed the little clinging purple hairs from around his ears onto the floor. He unwrapped the cape thing, and and stepped back, accepting the ten. Trunks told him to keep the change, and thanked him. He looked to Gohan for his opinion.
"Hey, that looks a lot better Trunks, he did a good job. Come on, you should get some other things, and maybe some stuff for your room, too."
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A few hours later, after a large, very satisfying lunch and lots of trekking around the noisy confines of the mall, it became apparent to Gohan that Trunks just didn't want to be there anymore. He was becoming irritable, and hiding it very well, all things considered. A few more times he'd nearly lashed out at people for bumping into him, and when a gaggle of young girls had begun to follow him around studiously, he turned on them and told them to stop, that he didn't want to be followed by anyone. They all stared at him like confused animals, and scattered quickly, leaving Trunks frowning angrily after them.
Gohan, on the other hand, found that unlike going through the mall with Videl, he felt calm and sort of... protective, moving through it with Trunks. He was still wary of Trunks, confused about Trunks' admonition of his homosexuality, but all in all, Gohan was studying the young man closely, and wanted to see a happier expression on his face.
Gohan hesitantly put a hand on Trunks' shoulder. "You're a little edgy Trunks, would you like to go? We've got loads of stuff, you'll do fine on these things for awhile."
Trunks seemed startled out of his thoughts, which he was. He was watching the humans here intently, and had discovered that they were all very calm and relaxed and incredibly loud. Nobody worried or glanced behind him/herself for danger. These people appeared well fed and groomed, they were not suffering. Still Trunks found them to be the same oppressive group that he'd found the humans in his time to be. He was ashamed of himself for sticking close beside Gohan, and worse, if Gohan wandered off, (which he was most definitely wont to do) Trunks found himself quickly following, feeling almost panicked when he was caught out of his friend's sight. He felt a weakness within himself that was specifically related to Gohan's sudden presence in his life, and when the hand descended and gripped his shoulder reassuringly, Trunks took a deep gasp of air and flashed back to Master Gohan gripping his shoulder, leaning down to speak into his ear, to tell him to stay behind, that if they both got killed, there wouldn't be any hope for the earth. Trunks hadn't heard from Gohan again, except the noise his lungs made as they were ruptured by Eighteen's blast along with his heart.
Tears seeped along the lower lids of Trunks eyes and he pulled out of Gohan's grip, rubbing his shoulder as if it hurt. He bit his lip helplessly, his glassy eyes hesitantly turning to gaze on Gohan's face. The somewhat taller saiyajin looked down at him evenly, and finally with sympathy.
"Its in the past, I'm not him, he's dead, Trunks. Come on, lets get some air." Gohan put his hand gently between Trunks' shoulder blades, his fingers spread as he gave Trunks a gentle push in the direction of the exit. The lavender-haired man shifted his bags in his hands and made his way there ahead of Gohan, who came out of the doors and joined him in making sure the sky was still there when it came into view. He led Trunks around the side of the building, behind a garbage dumpster. He turned Trunks to face him, and put one hand on each shoulder. The smell from the dumpster made Trunks think of the grocery store a few days after the power to West City had been cut the first time. He looked into Gohan's face and saw the glow on his skin from the sun, which beat down on his cheeks and made his eyes glitter from within the shadows of the rest of his face.
Trunks felt his breaths catching in his chest, he felt his stomach twisting into tight knots, and he wanted to hug himself. Gohan folded Trunks against him, guiding his face to rest against his shoulder, and stroking his hair a the base of his neck. Trunks tucked his face against Gohan's strong hardness, closing his eyes and feeling wetness making cold trails down his cheeks, which were hit from the bright sun that broke over the side of the dumpster. Trunks squeezed his eyes shut and put his arms around Gohan's waist, crying against Gohan's shoulder, while the other half-saiyajin quietly, and awkwardly stayed where he was, trying to be comforting.
Gohan understood and recognized that Trunks needed a chance to grieve, and he had wanted to provide that, but now he was trapped with the man clinging to him almost desperately. He felt a shiver quiver up along his back from the base of his spine when Trunks tightened his arms around Gohan's middle. Gohan inhaled more sharply than normal in a small gasp, his arms coming up automatically to push Trunks off, but instead he let them rest where they gripped Trunks' upper arms, and finally Gohan laid his head against Trunks' and whispered to him that it was alright.
Trunks cried for a few minutes, and when Gohan's voice touched his ears sweetly as it did, he began to calm, connecting, for the first time, this new Gohan with good thoughts and ideas, instead of the repeated mantra of Master Gohan being dead which normally ran about his thoughts. Trunks nodded against Gohan. He wiped his face on Gohan's shoulder and felt the hand in his hair again, which made him think of how his mother used to play with his hair when he was upset.
"Th-thanks, sorry." Trunks said in a soft, hesitant voice, and Gohan nodded.
"S'ok Trunks, you kinda saw me at my worst last night anyhow. I uhm.... Well I wanted to ask you.... My mom thinks that I should live by myself in the city somewhere, you know, and learn to take care of myself. And.... I know you just got here, and that you're kind of staying close to CC a the moment. But maybe once you're more settled in, if you want, you could share an apartment with me, you know? I mean it'd be like... like support. We're both half saiyajin. If I lived with a regular human, they'd find me out in no time if I wasn't careful. That means I wouldn't even be comfortable in my own home. Its not like you have to or anything, I'm just offering, cause... eh.... I'm a little creeped out by moving out too.
Trunks bit his lip again, it was a terrible habit of his. "I don't know about that..... thank you for the offer Gohan, but I would have to think about it. Not right now..... but maybe in a few months or something.... Just not now. "
Gohan had thought that Trunks would say yes, he'd been counting on it. He nodded in understanding and smiled brightly, unknowingly doing exactly as Goku did, and smiling because he was kind of hurt. "Alright, well maybe in a few months then. You know, this garbage kinda smells, lets go back to CC and get your room in order, alright?"
Trunks nodded in agreement, wrinkling his nose at the dumpster. He raised his hand and gently removed Gohan's touch from his arms, turning so that he wasn't standing up against Gohan anymore. Trunks gathered his bags together, (half of them, anyhow, since Gohan carried the other half) and sensed for nearby human ki. He felt nothing, and presumed it safe to fly, jumping up into the air and speeding into the clouds. He felt Gohan's energy not far behind his own.