Summary: Someone has a deep obsession with Trunks and is complicating his life with problems.
Notes: :sighs: Yep, still in "normal" mode. Don't worry, we'll probably go back into evil view later.
Author: Is it just me or r we missing people? :chuckles: School is evil and I laugh at all of you being tortured by it! Bwahaha :sweatdrops: Then I remembered that it's almost time fer me to go back too. Gah the evilness! :laughs: Well enjoy the chap!
animeprincess1452: :laughs evilly: yes, all the evilness I like it too hehe. :thoughtfully: I don't think there r enough deaths, ya think I should kill more people? Hm, or would that be too much :shrugs: oh well I suppose. Thanks for the review!
devilburns: :grins: thanks fer the compliment, I'll try to keep the updates in somewhat order :sweatdrops: don't know though when school starts again. But I'll never abandon my fic! Thanks for reviewing!
The funeral for the two lost souls was held a week later, everyone by then had built up enough strength to put their grief aside and attend.
Darkness covered the morbid silence with thick blankets of shadows as the billowing thunder clouds rolled in. Soft sobs were the only thing to cut through the quietness along with the tears that accompanied them.
Gohan was still a mess, his disheveled appearance spoke volumes for that. His eyes were still bloodshot from lack of sleep and his skin was sickeningly sallow compared to the others around him.
Tears streamed down his face and only Goku's supporting arms around his shoulders kept him balanced enough to stand.
They had buried Pan's fragile body earlier that morning in the tiny section of the cemetery dedicated to the children, Gohan was obviously weakened by the burying of his only child and continued to mourn.
Trunks stood not far from the two Sons, watching politely while the progression went on and Videl's casket was lowered into the damp earth.
If he hadn't known any better, from Gohan's appearance alone, he would think that the man had never stopped crying since that fateful day he left him mourning.
He had reason to though and Trunks understood his sorrow. The police had only recently put together all the pieces of the murder and what they had come up with was not pretty in the least.
It seemed as though Videl had been decapitated and upon finding her bloody body Gohan had immediately phoned the police in hysterics.
Her head had been located soon upon their arrival, hanging gruesomely in warning in the kitchen, attached to the ceiling fan which had been left on, spattering her blood around the bleached kitchen tiles as it continued its lazy circles in the air.
It was then that the search for Pan had begun, but that too was cut short as her tiny mutilated body was found crumpled at the foot of the stairs in a pool of her own blood.
Her wide glassy eyes had been forever staring in horror at some unseen terror. Her cause of death was the obvious knife wrenched into her gut, though it could have also been the two inch hole in her chest where some type of shot had been fired.
The sick bastard had dragged her screaming down the stairs from what they could tell by the splattered blood and handprints scattered about in that area.
They had no leads, no suspects. The only tiny bit of information that they had was that this double homicide was somehow linked to the one at the institution. Three murders in one night was not a coincidence and they would be looking into both cases.
But three soon became four as they found Krillin's body the next day, hidden amongst the bushes in front of the asylum. Trunks was in short shocked and slightly horrified that he had been so close to becoming another victim of this crazy man.
He was of course taken in for questioning as soon as the police realized he had been with Krillin his last moments in life. He had also been taken to see the body upon his request and the sight sickened him.
The weapon had been removed from the body but the tiny pinholes were painfully visible amongst the bruises that were spread across the pale skin. Krillin's body, especially his face, had been too damaged though and his family would be forced to have a closed casket funeral the following week.
Trunks felt horrible that his longtime family friend had been killed while accompanying him. And he felt slightly guilty, the questions of, what if, running through his mind. It panged him that he had been so close to Krillin's murder and he had just left and continued on with his life uncaringly.
Trunks shook his head and snapped back to the present, just in time to hear Goku's whispered words to his son.
"You don't have to grieve Gohan, she wasn't meant for you anyways." He said as though in comfort.
Gohan stiffened in his arms and looked to his father with a look of loathing as he staggered out of his grasp.
Trunks likewise was in shock, sure Goku could sometimes be dense, but this was even too much for him.
"Don't you ever say that." Gohan hissed as he shivered violently.
Goku obviously had no clue as to what he had done for he remained silent and stared at Gohan with an unreadable expression.
It was then that the rain finally came. Everything was silent and then with a flash of lightening and a clap of thunder it simply began.
It hailed upon all those gathered at the cemetery that day, its soft pattering echoing against the casket soon to be covered in dirt.
It was refreshing as much as it was healing, almost as though it were washing all their sins away. Videl was the sacrifice and because of her God had come forth to cry and forgive them for any evil they possessed.
Trunks smiled softly and closed his eyes, lifting his face to the sky as the gentle rain washed away any tears he had cried that day.
"You shouldn't be out here without an umbrella." A voice rumbled behind him.
Trunks slowly lowered his head and turned to the tall being behind him.
"Does it really matter anymore?" He asked softly.
"What do you mean?" Piccolo demanded.
Trunks sighed and ran his fingers through his soaking hair while looking to the others gathered at the grave.
He waved a hand in their direction. "Look at it Piccolo. Everything is falling apart, does it really matter that I don't care anymore?" He said in an almost pleading voice.
"Giving up so easily little prince? A few things go wrong and you're ready to throw everything away?" Piccolo snorted.
Trunks shook his head vehemently. "Nothing is going right! Goten is in a fucking psycho hospital for crying out loud! And now Videl and Pan are murdered?" His hands fisted. "I don't even want to go into Krillin's death. Do you really think this is all just a coincidence, because I don't and all I'm worried about is who the next to fall is." He said past clenched teeth.
The namek frowned in thought. "You are sure about this?" He asked.
Trunks bit his lower lip and nodded. "I know I may sound crazy but, I've been having these dreams." He said hesitantly.
"Dreams?" Piccolo pushed.
He nodded. "There's this thing and it wants me, that's all I know, that it wants to make me its possession. It's like this monstrous shadow that's always watching me and it scares me Piccolo!" He wrapped his arms around himself defensively.
Piccolo gained a strange expression on his face and Trunks was slightly unnerved by it as a green hand was placed on his shoulder.
"Don't worry little one, I'll find out what's wrong." Piccolo promised.
Trunks nodded reluctantly, ashamed that he had revealed such information to anyone besides Goten.
His thoughts were scattered as a heavy weight was placed about his shoulders and he looked up in surprise to see Piccolo had placed his thick turban on top of him.
"Piccolo wha-?" He frowned.
Piccolo placed a gently hand on Trunks' soft lips and grinned, shaking his head in humor.
"Don't worry about it kid, I wouldn't want you to get sick, that's all." He said in his gravelly voice.
Trunks nodded numbly and turned back to the others who had obviously been ignoring their silent conversation.
The rain continued and the dirt was soon falling in thick chunks as the workers rushed to finish their job and find shelter from the cold. The continuous clank from the shovels hitting dirt along with the soft pattering of rain filled any silence that was present.
"I think we should get somewhere warm before we catch ammonia." Bulma said, cowering under her umbrella.
Everyone readily agreed and began their march towards the cars and the promise of dryness. Trunks remained where he was, silently watching Gohan who they had left behind at the grave.
"Gohan?" He called out hesitantly.
Gohan remained silent, head bowed in grief. "Why did this happen Trunks?" He whispered.
"It's okay Gohan." Trunks reassured.
"What wrong did they do? What wrong did I do to deserve this, to have my family ripped away from me?" He continued angrily.
Trunks walked to Gohan's side, clumsily due to the huge cape still weighing him down. He came behind him and only paused for a moment before he hugged Gohan's body gently.
"Gohan, please don't cry anymore." Trunks said softly.
Gohan turned and buried his face in Trunks' chest, sobbing heavily as sorrow overtook him again.
"Trunks, I want them back, they didn't deserve the deaths they were given." He sniffed.
Trunks brushed a hand through his dark hair soothingly. "Don't worry Gohan, we're your friends, we'll support you." He said.
Gohan nodded sadly and allowed Trunks to support him back to the others.
"Promise me you won't leave me too Trunks." Gohan pleaded.
"I'll be there when you need me, I promise." Trunks swore.
Author: :winces: Sorry it's so short but I doubt it if u would want me to go into too much detail about them burying a body. :sarcastically: Oh joy. But u know, I really need to get into the Trunks/Goten relationship more. :laughs: That being said, I've forgotten what the next chap is about. :sighs: We'll hafta see though :waves: ja ne!
-Red-