Summary: Someone has a deep obsession with Trunks and is complicating his life with problems.
Notes: This kinda gets more into the Goten's craziness. So it's everyone view!
Author: Hi peoples, I know I'm a little bit early updating :shrugs: I didn't feel like waiting until thursday, (evil school begins!) but then again I didn't add stuff to this thing. :yawns: I was wondering if there was anyone specific u wanted to see die, like the unimportant peoples, go ahead and tell me, if they have no importance to my thing then I'll see what I can do :grins:.
animeprincess1452: :grins: Jah, I suppose poor Gohan :whispers: but I don't feel sorry for him hehe. :pouts: Sorry about yur update thing too, hopefully it'll work soon. Thanks fer the review, always appreciate it.
Erica: :grins: It's ok if u keep guessing, I don't mind. 17? :thoughtfully: Actually I forgot about him, mebe I'll put him in a chap or something though. Thanks fer the idea and review!
devilburns: :laughs: Thanks, :thoughtfully: u think I should change the way I update? This one day a week thing is killing me, I like going faster so then I can get to the next fic sooner. :grins: Luv the review, tootles.
Three weeks Trunks had waited. A very long three weeks in his opinion, but he was finally able to visit Goten again.
The police had found no reason to penalize Goten against visitation but security around him was more intense seeing as he was targeted by the murderer.
Trunks waved to passing nurses who flirtatiously smiled at him, eyeing his body sensuously. He flushed and continued moving toward Goten's room.
He was in a good mood after three weeks of depression and it was shown in his slightly happy gait.
Despite his abnormally happy mood, he was still cruelly reminded as to why he was here as he saw nurses leading other patients through the hall. Their shrieking yells echoed through the hall as he sped in his walk.
He was curious though, wondering how and why these other people were forced to reside here. He knew the reason Goten was here, it was simplicity in itself.
He had merely snapped. There was no explanation for it, one minute he and Trunks were enjoying a video game the next he was throwing one hell of a tantrum.
Powering up to super saiyan, Goten had left a stunned Trunks with a black eye and sprained wrist, achieved when the lavender haired boy had tried to stop him from leaving.
He then had gone into a screaming rampage, only to end up in the city which frightened his speeding mind even more with all the noise and movement. Goten had began desperately destroying buildings in his wild craze.
Finally after what seemed hours, Vegeta and Goku found him and attempted to calm him, which in his present state was only forcefully. The short battle that then ensued calmed him enough to bring him home where he then claimed he had been drowning.
"The water! It's everywhere, I can't breath!" He screamed in panic.
With Chi-Chi in hysterics and everyone equally confused, Goten was taken to the hospital where he was pronounced mentally unstable.
The doctor couldn't explain the cause for Goten's condition, only claiming that some soldiers from past wars went through something similar to it, having vivid flashbacks of gory battles.
The Z fighters had immediately ruled out that choice, claiming they had been in so many battles that they all blurred together. And after all, they only fought for the good of Earth, why would Goten be traumatized by that?
Trunks was the only one who could have any idea as to why Goten would have any mental condition. He had paled considerably as they turned to him and demanded answers.
What could he possibly say? That they had murdered some guy and now Goten was feeling regret about it and having nightmares? No, that was defiantly not an option.
The only thing he could latch onto was their last spar. As pathetic as it sounded he gave that piece of information, knowing that the Sons had hard heads and a little ki blast would never affect Goten in anyway.
But, seeing as how they had no other possible causes everyone agreed wholeheartedly with the little white lie.
Trunks still felt guilty about his lie, it was his fault Goten had ended up locked away. Maybe if he had said anything besides what he did they could have found some way to help the saiyan-jin.
It was doubtful but a guilty conscience does not think about little facts such as this, the only thing that it is worried over is how the history of events could have been changed for the better.
But it was done, Goten was trapped in this asylum and Trunks would forever have the feeling of guilt weigh down his heart and mind.
So he always visited, hoping to displace his guilt in anyway. Or so he told himself, secretly he just wanted an excuse to see his impaired friend.
He had always admired Goten, his simple beauty, his dark features and innocent cherub face. They had been raised together since they were small children, of course there would be the chance of some type of bond forming between them.
The adults ignored it, thinking it cute that they followed each other everywhere and were such close friends.
It wasn't until he hit puberty that Trunks began feeling more than friendship towards Goten. He didn't know what the meanings of his feelings were until his first wet dream of his naïve friend.
He had of course feared such thoughts, the negativity of gayness drilled into his brain by everything he believed wholesome.
But the torrent of wanting and needing his oblivious friend was all he could focus on and he soon forgot the supposed "wrongness".
He would never act on these emotions of course, but they were still a confusing and heavy presence in his tired mind.
Trunks sighed, tired as usual. He never got the amount of sleep he needed to recharge, always busy with work or Goten.
It was beginning to show too, in his overly baggy clothes billowing around his thin frame and his constantly weary eyes. Even his treasured hair was beginning to lose it's sheen and that is what hurt Trunks the most.
Of course others noticed too and they always had to put their two cents in, claiming he should take off work for a couple weeks and others even suggesting cutting down on his visits with Goten!
Such blasphemy was unheard of and Trunks kindly yet firmly denied their suggestions.
He found time to do his duties and if loss of sleep was the price then so be it.
Trunks stopped and looked at the door that hid his closest friend from the world. With a deep breath he turned the knob and entered silently.
Goten was sitting haphazardly by the window he constantly gazed out of. He heard Trunks' quiet entrance and honored him with a look of boredom.
He seemed alert enough and that never bode well with Trunks, whenever he visited, Goten was always drugged beforehand to calm his scattered mind.
When he wasn't drugged he tended to get moody and by the look on Goten's face this was one of those days of madness.
"Uh oh, one of his bad days." Trunks muttered to himself as he perched nervously at the edge of the bed.
Goten's eyes narrowed sharply as though hearing Trunks' words and he frowned. "Why are you here?" He demanded.
Trunks almost swallowed his tongue in shock, momentarily forgetting about Goten's recent improvement, his sharp tongue.
It seemed that instead of harming his already delicate mind beyond repair, the incident with Midori had only given him more of a reason to voice his complaints. Which he did so, blithely.
"I asked you why you came." He snapped, frown still in place.
"Goten, I always come to visit you." Trunks protested.
"I didn't see you the past couple weeks." He hissed. "You weren't here at the time that I needed you the most!"
Trunks' mouth opened in shock at Goten's accusation. "Goten, they wouldn't let me come. Do you really think I would abandon you so soon?" He asked, slightly hurt.
Goten turned away, angrily crossing his arms and standing in a Vegeta-like pose. "Everyone else has." He scowled.
Trunks sighed yet again and bowed his head. "I'm not everyone else Goten, you should know that." He said softly.
Goten deflated and sat down heavily in a metal chair they had bolted into the floor.
"I know that Trunks, I just don't want you to get hurt." He admitted.
"Why on earth would you think such a thing?" Trunks was startled.
"He told me that he would hurt you if I was bad again." Goten sniffed as tears formed at the corner of his eyes.
"He? Who are you talking about Goten, someone who's visited you?" Trunks demanded.
Goten mutely nodded and brought forth his long sleeves to wipe away the few tears that had escaped.
"Who Goten, tell me who and I swear I'll hunt them down for ever threatening you." Trunks growled protectively.
"I can't, he's too strong for you to fight!" Goten shook his head with widened eyes.
"One of the Z fighters? They're the only ones who could possibly be stronger than me." Trunks said thoughtfully.
Goten said nothing, silently confirming Trunks fears.
"What the fuck do they think they're doing threatening you like that?" He snarled to himself. "What right do they have to say that kinda shit?!"
"Please Trunks, you can't do anything to help." Goten sighed.
"Goten, you have to tell me! What if they decide to hurt someone else?" Trunks asked desperately.
Goten shrugged nonchalantly. "Doesn't matter, he won't touch you." He said dully.
Trunks dropped the subject, seeing how it was depressing Goten. He unconsciously ran his fingers through his tangled locks, wincing at the unfamiliar sensation.
"You know they still haven't caught the bastard that did all this." Trunks sighed tiredly, changing the subject deftly.
Goten eyes flickered and he smiled sweetly. "I know." He said happily while hugging himself.
His friend was a little thrown off by his immediate switch of moods and frowned as he spoke.
"What? Goten how could you possibly know anything about that?" Trunks demanded.
Goten chuckled, a mad glint in his dark eyes as he cocked his head to the side.
"Because he's coming for me." He said calmly.
Trunks froze in fear. "What did you say?"
Goten's mood shifted swiftly. "He's coming for me!" He roared, throwing his arms away from his body.
He lunged to his feet, ripping the bolts from the floor as he threw the chair across the room with a metallic crunch as it was smashed into the wall, creating a small dent in the crumbling plaster.
He then weakly staggered into the corner of the room, trying to brace himself as head spastically twitched while his eyelids fluttered as he struggled to keep in control.
"Goten!" Trunks cried.
Goten screamed as though he were burning and threw himself to the floor, writhing in what could only be agony as he clutched his head.
"He's watching me, he's always watching me." Goten began to moan, rolling on the floor.
Trunks rushed to the door desperately. "Nurse!" He called into the hallway.
"No, please no." Goten hiccupped.
Trunks growled in frustration and grew tired of waiting. He kneeled beside his friend and hushed him gently as he firmly held down his flailing arms.
"It's okay Goten, I'm here." He soothed.
Goten still thrashed about, eyes rolling into the back of his head.
"T-trunks." He gasped.
Two doctors and an assistant nurse rushed in and Trunks was roughly pushed out of the way as they surveyed the situation.
"I think we're going to have to sedate him again with the tranquilizer." A doctor said as they held him down.
"No!" Goten screamed, eyes wide and unfocused as he stared at the ceiling.
His normally innocent eyes then began gathering a frigid glare to them as they slowly bled to a blazing aqua. A few stray strands of ebony flashed gold and Trunks frowned.
"Goten, please calm down." He said urgently.
Goten shook his head vehemently and as the needle was brought forth, raged to his feet with a bellow of challenge.
Power began to swirl around him and the doctors attempted to pull him down by weighing on his arms. He was too strong though and his hand began glowing where he readied a ki blast.
"Remember this Trunks?" He grinned, eyes glowing strangely. "This is what got us into this mess in the first place, maybe it'll get me out of here."
He bared his canines as they sharpened with his transformation, a feral growl splitting the struggling silence. Goten was lost to the power, his already confused mind shifting to that of a wild animal trying to be caged.
Trunks sensed this and panicked. "Goten no! No one's going to hurt you!" He pleaded.
Goten paused and stared at his friend quizzically. Before anymore resistance could be given the nurse buried a large needle into Goten's skin.
His mouth opened in a silent scream and he sagged against the doctors' hold immediately with a soft sigh.
"I'm sorry Mr. Briefs but Goten isn't up for visitors right now." The nurse said calmly as she brushed herself off.
Trunks nodded numbly and stood shakily. He spared a glance at his friend and shuddered slightly as Goten's eyes pierced his own, a slight flame blazing in his dulling orbs.
"He's coming Trunks." He panted.
Trunks frowned for a moment and then remembered their conversation. "Don't worry Goten, I won't let him get you, you're safe here." Trunks reassured the weakening boy.
Goten chuckled softly. "I don't care about me." He bowed his head.
"Wha-" Trunks began, expecting no further response.
Goten's head snapped up, eyes masked with an unknown expression. "He's coming for you too Trunks-kun." He grinned evilly.
Trunks backed away a step and the nurse continued to lead him out.
"Don't pay any mind to him sir." She reassured.
Trunks nodded and silently walked down the corridor towards the exit. Despite the growing distance between them he still caught her harsh yet true words.
"After all, he's crazy."
Author: As my friend told me while I was writing this, Goten can't just be sent to the mental place for the heck of it, he has to be a little crazy at least. So I decided to show u his "crazy" side. I think I probably could've done better but :shrugs: this is what u get. So thanks fer reading and always review! :waves: ja ne!
-Red-