Summary: Someone has a deep obsession with Trunks and is complicating his life with problems.
Notes: It's in "normal" view again peoples! And killing has been added to this chap.
Author: :purrs: Thank u fer all the reviews! You guys are so cool. :looks at fic with distaste: Not a lot going on here in the beginning, just u know, the normal crying and what not from people mourning. Bleh, whatever! We need more evilness! So I added stuff! Bwahaha! :dances happily: Somebody dies, so watch out for that.
Trinity14: :blushes: Thanks for the compliment. I hope u still like this chap, 'cus I don't like it as much as the previous.
animeprincess1452: :laughs evilly: Yes Videl is dead! Bwahaha! I agree with Tyza, she deserved to die, she was bothering the evil person and I'm voting for him. :sighs: I guess I should feel sorry for Gohan, but not that much. :grins:
Erica: Nope, the funeral is the next chap, you've forgotten all the boring talking in between. :laughs evilly: And because u guessed wrong again I shall make the talking longer bwahaha!
devilburns: As I said before, I'll try to add stuff to make it slightly different :grins: I'm happy yur still here.
Trugeta: :sweatdrops: I'm sorry about Videl and all, I heard that u really like the pairing. But she had to go, she was going to ruin the evil person's plans! And of course I'm always voting for the evil person. But don't worry, it'll all work out in the end, I think.
Yonk: Yeah, it seems that Goten is the focus of the pain. :sighs: Why do I hurt him so?
Trunks jogged briskly up the stairs to the front door of the mental institution, he was on his lunch break and wanted to squeeze in a little visit with Goten. He kept his head bowed and did not notice the crowd of people forming at the front.
"Excuse me sir but you can't go in there." A firm voice said.
Trunks glanced up sharply, broken out of his thoughts and removed his dark shades, glancing at the police officer that he had almost bumped into with curiosity.
"Pardon me?" He asked.
"No one besides personnel is allowed in at this time." The man informed.
"What, but wh- " He began to protest.
"Mister Briefs, there you are!" A shrill voice called.
He turned and frowned at the nurse rushing to his side. She stopped beside him, panting lightly and smiling up at the guard.
"Excuse me officer, may I borrow this young man for a moment?" She smiled flirtatiously.
The man grinned and nodded. Trunks was dragged away from the front doors and to a quiet side in the shade of some trees.
"Mr. Briefs, haven't you heard?" She whispered once he was settled.
"Heard what?" Trunks frowned in confusion.
"Midori, she was murdered last night during her shift." She shook her head with sorrow. "Your little friend was pulled into the murder too."
"What?!" Trunks gasped in utter horror.
"Yes it's true, it seems as though they found her dead body in his room when they did their morning rounds."
"Oh my god, is he okay?" He asked worriedly.
"Well, they have him tranquilized at the moment." The nurse sighed and shook her head. "He was a mess when they found him, screaming his head off."
He sighed and ran his quivering hand through his hair. "Poor Goten." Trunks said in distress.
"Yes, we'll figure out the matter though, don't you worry. But I'm afraid he won't be allowed visits for a while." She apologized.
Trunks was about to protest when a hand on his shoulder alerted his attention to another's presence behind him. He turned immediately and was surprised by who he saw.
"Yamcha?" He frowned.
The scarred warrior smiled softly. "I think you had better come with me." He said gently.
Yamcha pulled him away from the nurse without another word and Trunks waved apologetically over his shoulder to the young woman.
"Why are you here?" Trunks was baffled, yet he followed the man out to his car.
They got in and slammed their doors shut. Yamcha waited for Trunks to put his seatbelt on and then pulled out of the parking lot and onto the road.
"I have bad news, something terrible happened last night." Yamcha began.
"Yeah I know already about the dead body, I can't believe some sick bastard would do that to him." Trunks growled angrily.
"How did you find out so soon?" Yamcha wondered.
Trunks faltered. "Well the nurse told me of course, didn't you see me talking to her?" He asked.
Yamcha's eyes widened. "You're telling me there was a body found at the institution?" He gasped.
"Yes." Trunks swallowed forcefully. "One of the workers was found dead this morning, the worse part is that they found the body in Goten's room."
Yamcha choked. "That's just sick." He grimaced.
Trunks sighed and nodded, worried now that his friend would be left even more traumatized.
"Well I wish that's why I was sent to find you." Yamcha said sadly.
"Hm? What do you mean?" Trunks asked.
"Well last night, there was another murder, besides the one at the asylum." He said slowly.
Trunks felt his stomach clench in fear. "W-who Yamcha?" He whispered.
The elder sighed and lowered his head. "Videl and Pan." He said softly.
"Oh god." Trunks covered his mouth, feeling the bile rise in his throat.
"Gohan found them when he got home from work. That poor man, he's a mess right now, close to hysterics." Yamcha shook his head.
"W-why? Why is all this happening right now?" Trunks whispered.
"I wish I could tell ya kid but I'm asking myself the same question." He replied.
"Is anyone with him?" Trunks asked, taking the thought of suicide into account. "I mean he shouldn't be alone right now." He began to panic.
Yamcha nodded while keeping his eyes on the road. "Goku and Chi-Chi are with him." He replied.
Trunks sighed in somewhat relief, it would be horrible if any one else died and by Yamcha's description, Gohan would need a lot of help if he didn't want to end up like his younger brother.
"He's getting a lot of comfort from his family but I don't think they're having any affect on him." He continued. "You on the other hand may be able to help him."
He turned to glance at Trunks with an unwavering stare, eyes roaming his body and lingering a bit too long on his nether regions. He cracked a grin and turned back to the road as though it were nothing, leaving Trunks to stare in puzzlement.
He shrugged off the odd feeling and continued to watch the blur pass outside his window, his thoughts filled with worry over the latest Son victim.
As they neared Gohan's house, TV crews and news vans could be seen clustered about, along with the squad cars and the ambulance.
Their car pulled into the driveway and Yamcha parked it with expertise. "Well here we are." He sighed as he stepped out of the car.
Trunks followed suit hesitantly, unnerved by all the people watching the eerily silent house.
The police allowed them to cross the yellow tape after they were identified and they cautiously made their way through the house, Trunks fearing they may see some unseen horror.
They passed by the stairway and Trunks grimaced in disgust as blood could be seen stained into the beige carpeted steps. What was worse were the tiny bloodied handprints dragged across the wall, undoubtedly Pan's last attempt at freedom.
Trunks turned away from the scene and concentrated on the figures huddled before him. They were a sad bunch, tears staining their faces as they watched Trunks and Yamcha enter the living room. It seemed that all the Z fighters had heard about the accident and were gathered in the room, everyone watching Gohan with worried eyes.
"You brought Trunks?" Chi-Chi asked in confusion.
"Yeah, I thought he could cheer up Gohan somehow." Yamcha smiled softly.
"I thought you said they sent you for me." Trunks argued.
Yamcha hushed him with a wave of his hand and made no further comment. Trunks frowned, how had Yamcha known where he would be?
He glanced ahead at the morbid husband of the recently deceased and he winced in pity. Gohan looked like hell, his face was shallow and pale, and the only color to his skin were his blotched cheeks from his insistent crying. Red rimmed eyes sought his own and Trunks could sense by the bloodshot eyes Gohan had been crying for a long while.
"Why?" He whispered, as though Trunks had the answer and was hiding it from him.
Trunks faltered. "Gohan, I'm sorry." He whispered.
Gohan shook his head desperately and fell to his knees. "No." He whimpered.
Goku appeared at his son's side and Gohan was consoled by his father, Trunks in the least felt a twinge of anger. Goku hadn't shown Goten that much compassion in his time of need. But such thoughts were selfish, Gohan obviously needed all the help he could get with the state his was in.
"Why? Damn that fucking bastard, why?!" He sobbed. "They were innocent!" He choked.
His mother patted his back gently. "Gohan sweetie, just let it all out, it's okay, we're here for you." Chi-Chi soothed.
"My baby. My p-poor baby Pan." He clenched his teeth in pain. "I'll never get to see her again."
Trunks huddled away from their sorrow, a spectator watching the outcome of a bad movie. He could do nothing to help, to comfort, and he felt useless.
Yamcha found his way to his side and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. Trunks shifted awkwardly under the weight yet remained still.
"It's sad that such a great man like Gohan could be reduced to this." He said.
Trunks glanced up to see Yamcha glaring at the scene with a strange glint in his eyes. It made him uncomfortable and he moved away from the man's touch. Yamcha turned and scowled slightly at the lack of warmth.
Trunks mentally writhed under his gaze. "Um, I haven't seen Puar around, where is she?" He tried to start up a conversation.
Yamcha's scowl changed to a curious frown and he looked thoughtful for a moment. "You know I haven't seen her for a while." He said truthfully.
Trunks nodded and looked back to the blubbering Gohan. A flash of shadow passed at the edge of his vision and he turned sharply, almost screaming out in fear as something appeared in his face.
Only after the creature moved into his range of normal vision did Trunks sigh in relief. It took a moment for his speeding heart to calm but he managed the feat with a deep breath.
"Hey Trunks!" The annoyingly high voice squeaked.
Trunks flinched at the high grating noise but smiled none the less. "Hi Puar, I was just asking about you." He smiled.
"Really? That's so sweet!" She screeched.
Trunks rubbed his ear and nodded politely. He began to speak when a crash jerked all their attention to the front door.
"Chi-Chi, oh my god, I just heard!" Bulma cried as she ran forward, Vegeta following albeit reluctantly.
Trunks closed his eyes in annoyance, this was Gohan's time of mourning and everyone was acting as though it were nothing. He glanced to the older boy in question and felt pity towards his friend.
As though sensing his thoughts Gohan's hollow and dull eyes slowly glanced up to meet Trunks' own. Tears welled in those emotionless dark orbs and spilled forth without shame.
Trunks shook his head and broke eye contact with the struggling shell of a soul. The hysterical sobs of the women soon filled the house and Trunks was beginning to loose control over his own turmoil of emotions.
He didn't want to see everyone break down, he had always been taught that crying was a weakness and with his mentor currently in the same room, he stuck to his teachings.
"I have to get out of here." He said to no one in particular.
"I'll take you home brat, I need an excuse to get out of this damn place." Vegeta moved forward.
Not mentioning that he could simply fly home by himself, Trunks nodded and followed his father to the door, he turned and sent an apologetic look toward Gohan, hoping he would understand. Gohan merely nodded, too tear choked to answer.
As they reached the door the once bald headed member of the Earth's fighting force moved forward.
"Hey Trunks, maybe later we can go by and tell Goten." Krillin suggested.
Trunks looked toward the older man and nodded. "That'd be nice, I'll meet up with you later." He said, turning back toward his father.
They exited the house and took to the sky, being careful not to be seen by the curious cameras documenting the morbid house.
"So brat, how's your little friend?" Vegeta spat.
"Nice way to start a conversation Dad." Trunks said dryly. "As for Goten, he's been going through a lot lately."
It was Vegeta's turn to chuckle. "That's not very likely. He is weak, his current location proves that!" He pointed out.
"Dad, I don't want to talk about this right now." Trunks said softly.
Vegeta scowled. "Is that little bitch's death really killing you that much?" He demanded.
"W-what?" Trunks gasped at such harsh words.
"That human woman and their quarter saiyan spawn, is it really affecting you so much?" He said again.
"How can you say things like that?" Trunks cried.
Vegeta shrugged uncaringly. "She was weak and a fool to ever think she could equal up to our status though she tried." He said in disgust.
"Dad! Gohan's wife and daughter were killed!" Trunks said angrily, pointing in the direction they had come. "Does that mean nothing to you? Have a little compassion for once." He growled.
"Hn. That is a human emotion, a weakness." Vegeta crossed his arms arrogantly.
"Yeah well maybe we humans have a better chance at survival, at least our planet didn't get blown up by some monster." Trunks sneered.
Why you fucking-! How dare you say such things?!" Vegeta snarled.
"Because Father I'm more of a man then you'll ever be, it takes a man to admit their weaknesses. It takes a man to show compassion to others." Trunks said forcefully.
"You little fuck!" Vegeta roared, snatching Trunks by his neck.
Trunks refused to whimper in pain as his windpipe was crushed with bruising force. He glared defiantly at his father and managed to keep his sense of pride intact. Vegeta merely sneered at Trunks' pathetic attempt to stay strong and tightened his painful grasp.
Trunks squeezed his eyes in pain but remained calm. "It takes a man to admit when he's wrong." He wheezed.
Vegeta tightened his grasp for a moment longer and then threw Trunks away from him.
"It's a good thing I'm saiyan then." He sneered.
An uncomfortable silence fell in between the two as they glared at each other and Vegeta scowled as he began flying again, expecting Trunks to follow.
Trunks did just that.
He followed his father wearily as they headed toward Capsule Corp. Vegeta remained ahead of him, quietly mumbling to himself angrily. Trunks sighed and stared at his father's back.
Why does he hate me so much? He wondered.
The silence was becoming unbearable and Trunks finally decided to break it.
"Father?" He began.
Vegeta glanced over his shoulder and glared at Trunks. "What do want now boy?" He demanded.
Trunks frowned. "First off, why must you always refer to me as boy?" He asked in annoyance.
Vegeta raised an eyebrow. "Gaining some spine I see, this day is just full of surprises." He sneered.
Trunks huffed and sped up so that his gaze was level with the haughty Prince. "Just answer the question Father." Trunks sniped.
Vegeta's gaze darkened. "Don't get that tone of voice with me brat. Your future self showed more respect then your half breed ass." Vegeta growled.
Trunks' face closed up immediately. "It always spirals down to Mirai doesn't it. It's always about Mirai." He said spitefully.
Vegeta noticed his swift change of attitude and chuckled darkly. "Jealous brat? You should be, he's more then you'll ever be." He said.
Trunks' eyes flashed angrily and he turned away from Vegeta. "I don't care." He spat and flew forward.
Trunks growled angrily at himself as he brushed away the few tears that had risen in his eyes. He looked ahead and saw Capsule Corp in the distance, sighing tiredly he sped up, leaving a trail of smoke in his wake.
As he landed he glance around and saw that he and Vegeta were the only ones there, his grandparents and sister obviously somewhere else for the day. Vegeta rudely pushed past his son and Trunks followed him inside, losing sight of his father and soon hearing the familiar hum as the Gravitation Chamber was powered up.
"No surprise there." He shook his head.
He mutely went to his room and threw himself onto his bed, hand going for the remote on his dresser and aiming for his stereo. The music blared to life and his muscles began to relax as he rested his head on his pillow.
"It's too bad I didn't get to see Goten today." He sighed and closed his eyes.
Almost immediately his brain clicked and he leapt to his feet in panic. "Shit I forgot to call in at work!" He cried digging into his pocket for his cell.
He flipped it open and deftly dialed the familiar number with hastened fingers. He shifted nervously as he waited through the ringing, hoping someone would pick up and calm his nerves.
"Come on." He mumbled.
"Mr. Briefs' office." A voice on the other line finally answered.
"Yuki!" Trunks said in relief as he heard his secretary.
The voice became disapproving. "Mr. Briefs, you were scheduled for an appointment earlier today but you never returned to work." She informed.
Trunks sighed. "Yes I know, that's why I was calling. There was a family emergency and I was pulled away while I was on my break." He tried to explain.
"Be that as it may, you were still missed. The meeting was cancelled and the company you were scheduled to do business with has cancelled further association with Capsule Corp." She informed.
"Damn." Trunks hissed. "Does my mother know about this?" He asked somewhat fearfully.
Yuki continued on calmly. "She does Mr. Briefs, she was not very happy about it." The girl said.
Trunks pinched the bridge of his nose as he felt a headache coming on. "Is there any way of fixing this?" He asked tiredly.
The sound of shuffling papers caught Trunks' attention in the background. "There is a company party on the twenty-third, if you attended and fund their research I believe that would be significant enough to soothe their nerves. I would also suggest sending a note of apology." Yuki said.
Trunks nodded to himself. "Do that, and I'll see if my schedule is free on that day." He said.
"Yes Mr. Briefs." Yuki replied. "Will that be all?" She inquired.
Trunks was somewhat distracted and nodded. "Yes, that's all, thanks Yuki." He said as he hung up.
He fell to his back and groaned. "Why does this always happen to me?" He wondered aloud.
"Business problems again Trunks?" A voice chuckled from his doorway.
Trunks glanced up to see the peppered haired man that had been his friend for the long years of his life. "Hey Krillin, I didn't hear you come in." He said dully.
Krillin laughed. "Well I heard Vegeta training and I figured you'd be up here so I let myself in. I hope that's okay." He said.
Trunks waved his hand. "Of course it is." He said. "Hey, I just remembered a few minutes ago that the institution is shut down."
Krillin seemed surprised. "It is? Why would it be closed?" He asked curiously.
Trunks sighed and rose to his feet slowly, stretching his muscles from their cramped state. "One of the nurses was murdered and found in Goten's room." He said.
Krillin's eyes widened. "What? That's horrible!" He said in shock.
Trunks rubbed his head. "Tell me about it." He said tiredly.
"So what are we going to do now?" Krillin asked.
Trunks moved past Krillin and into the hall grinning. "We're going to visit him of course." He said happily.
"But Trunks, I thought you just said that it was closed." Krillin frowned.
Trunks made his way down the stairs and Krillin followed. "Has that ever stopped me before?" He chuckled.
"Trunks, I think we should just forget about the visit for now." Krillin said hesitantly.
Trunks turned sharply, eyes shining strangely. "No. I didn't get to visit him earlier, I'm going to go visit him now." He said firmly.
Krillin held up his hands. "Okay Trunks." He said quickly. "I suppose I should come with you and make sure you don't get in trouble."
Trunks grinned and pointed toward his car as they moved outside. "We'll take my wheels." He said.
They hopped into the red convertible and Trunks started it up quickly and pulling out just as fast. Krillin desperately pulled at his seatbelt as Trunks swerved into traffic.
"Um Trunks, you think we can slow down a bit?" He squeaked.
Trunks laughed and turned up the music as he recklessly drove through a red light, barely missing an oncoming truck.
"But this is fun Krillin, we'll get there faster anyway." He said shrugging
Krillin looked at the sky, it was getting slightly darker it seemed. A sharp turn and the screech of tires forced his eyes forward again as they took a sharp turn and roughly pulled into the parking lot of the institution.
"We're here!" Trunks said as he parked hazardously.
Krillin jumped out of the car, happy to be touching firm ground. Trunks laughed when he saw this and pocketed his keys.
"Ah come on Krillin, my driving isn't that bad." He grinned.
Krillin shook his head. "I'm not saying anything." He said holding up his hands in defeat.
Trunks laughed again and clapped him on the shoulder.
"Now let's see." He said as he pulled away and looked up at the tall building.
All the people from earlier had left though the yellow tape surrounding and efficiently barring the doors were still in place. Trunks walked around the building and glanced up at the windows, immediately finding Goten's from the numerous times he had visited.
"You think we should break in through his window?" Trunks asked Krillin.
He received no answer and turned to see that his friend had disappeared he shrugged, assuming Krillin had found another way in.
"I guess we'll catch up later then." He said as he rose into the air and maneuvered himself in the direction of Goten's window.
He didn't notice that in the shadows of the trees a covered figure watched him closely, holding onto the struggling form of Krillin.
The man turned back to Krillin when Trunks had left his sight. "Why did you bring him here?" He growled.
"L-let me go, I didn't do anything!" Krillin struggled.
The man ignored him and turned to make sure Trunks was really gone, when he was sure of this he rammed Krillin against a tree beside them.
"What goes on outside of those walls is none of Goten's business." He growled as he pointed to the building behind them.
"What are you talking about?" Krillin tried to push his body forward, still unaware as to who held him.
"The death of those two whores, he doesn't need to know, they are not his business." The shadow replied.
Krillin froze at his seemingly calm words. "You knew about their deaths?" He asked fearfully.
He glanced up into the face of his captor but dark shadows obscured his features. Krillin kicked out at the man's knees, forcing him to stumble into the light and he gasped in shock.
"You!" He cried.
The figure grinned darkly. "Yes me." He shook his head. "But now that you've seen my face I will have to make you forget." He laughed.
"What?" Krillin panicked.
The man produced a sharp doctor's needle, undoubtedly swiped from one of the numerous nurses from within the asylum.
Krillin's eyes widened as the discolored liquid sloshed inside of the capsule. "What the heck is that?" He demanded.
The man shrugged uncaringly. "Cleaning fluid." He said shortly.
Krillin screamed agony as the needle's tip was shoved into his left eye roughly, spurting blood as the man injected him with the fluid stored within. The scent of lemons permeated the air as did a dark laughter.
The firm hands once supporting him released their grip and Krillin fell to the ground, clutching at his eye where the instrument was still buried.
"I think that it will help you forget if you can't even see." The figure chuckled above him.
"Damn you." Krillin choked on his tears.
The man nodded and sighed. "I probably will be by the time I am finished with this little matter."
He leaned forward and reached towards Krillin's face, the one on the ground flinched in the expectance of pain and was correct in doing so as the smooth hand gripped the syringe and ripped it out of his face along with the pierced orb dangling veins as it was pulled from its socket.
If Krillin was screaming before he was really doing so now as blood gushed from the hole in his face. His pale and quivering hands came up to futilely try and cover up the wound and stop the insistent flow of blood.
The shadowed man merely laughed as he raised the syringe again above his head. "Goodbye little man." He grinned.
Krillin's head shot up at his words in time to see the oncoming weapon, his hands were thrown up but apparently not in time as the needle drove itself into his skull.
Krillin screamed loudly, eyelids fluttering closed as pain washed over him. This wasn't enough though and the man tore out the needle's point along with a thin line of blood.
"I want to see you bleed." He growled.
His hand repeatedly came down upon the round head, piercing tiny holes into the skin with his weapon of choice and removing it with his arm's upward motion, always producing even more blood then the last puncture before it.
When his hands had become slicked with blood, and the man before him had obviously lost consciousness, he twisted his fingers into the grey hair that Krillin sported and tugged lightly.
"This won't do." He shook his head.
In the silence surrounding him, he began ripping out thick handfuls of the thin hair. His eyes glinted crazily as he smiled, large chucks of skin now coming up with his furious tugging. When he seemed satisfied with his work he stepped back and cocked his head.
"Ah, one more thing." He said to himself and moved forward again.
He brought forward the needle again and began sawing at the moustache that had been grown in Krillin's older age. Not caring about the condition of the body below him, he proceeded to tear the upper lip away from the unmoving face.
Teeth stained red with blood were revealed to the air as the protective flesh covering them was uncaringly ripped away and thrown into the bushes with a wet slap as the bloodied skin landed on a rock.
Krillin's face was now soaked in blood, from the numerous stab wounds covering his skull and from the angry removal of his hair.
The man chuckled. "Now you look the way you did in the old days." He smiled.
With one last move he plunged the needle into Krillin's chest, knowing that the smaller man was already dead, yet finding pleasure from the act despite this.
The figure waved. "Bye." He said as he walked away from his newest victim and disappeared into the shadows.
Elsewhere Trunks was hovering in the air, face and hands pressed against the glass of Goten's window. His dark haired friend was lying in bed, blankly staring up at the ceiling with glazed eyes.
Tears came to Trunks as he saw his friend in this condition. "Damn those drugs." He angrily hit the glass.
Goten made no move to show that he had heard the noise at his window and continued to stare into nothingness. Trunks sighed and sadly trailed his hands away from the window's surface and let them rest in defeat at his sides.
"I guess I'll just have to wait to see him then." He said to himself.
He glanced once more at the window before he slowly flew down toward his car. He landed in is seat and looked around for his friend.
"Where the heck did Krillin go?" He murmured.
His eyes swept the empty area once more before he shrugged and revved up the engine, pulling out of the parking lot and onto the empty road beyond.
He never saw the corpse of his old friend hidden in the shadows as he left. Nor did he see the calculating gaze watching his retreating figure.
"You will be mine Trunks, never forget that." The voice murmured.
The shadows pulsed as the man moved away and glanced toward the large building.
"And Goten will not stand in my way."
Author: Well, there ya go, the next chap. :claps happily: So happy for me, I added more stuff to it! I wasn't in a very violent mood though, so the killing scene was a dud. :laughs: Hope u liked it or whatever, please review!
-Red-