Majin-Bulma: :blinks: I did? :laughs: I didn't even notice that, I just type whatever the review makes me feel. :sweatdrops: Don't worry about the action, next chap seriously. I hope u did okay on yur bio test :shakes head: I failed mine. Sorry it took forever to update too!

Erica: :laughs: Don't worry, mostly everyone here wants to get to that part too. :sighs: But we have to wait until the last chap! :cries: I hate keeping it a secret for that long, :pouts: it's so hard not to say. Hope u like this chap though.

animeprincess1452: :sighs: Yeah Goten is pushing him away but it's not really his choice, the evil person can be very persuasive as u can see. Gah the evilness! (:whispers: hey, do u think I should do one more chap for the nightmare fic? I don't think some of the reviews understood that the last chap was the end, just wondering though. :grins:)

devilburns: :smiles: Just keep telling yourself that u got it right, I'm sure I'll slip somewhere and then you'll know who the right person is. Hang in there!

Tilea: Gah I'm so slow with updates now, I have trouble writing them out. And I'll try to do a nightmare scene just fer u, I don't know about physical, but there will be sex in the next chap. :blinks: That's pretty physical to me. But enjoy this chap :sweatdrops: hopefully.

Author: Right into the action peoples! Sorry for the slow update too! Dude this is like 15 pages, (I know it's not a lot but to me it is) :sighs: it took me forever to think up the stuff. Gah I hope u like this stupid chap though.

Trunks choked back his frightened scream as his throat was throttled by rough hands.

"P-please Goten! He sobbed.

The younger demi-saiyan grinned, baring sharpened canines as he hovered over the struggling boy. "Why Trunks-kun? Aren't you having fun? You did say you loved me didn't you?"

Trunks' numbing fingers scrambled at the tightening hands around his neck which were slowly choking him.

"I-I do Goten, just let me go!" He pleaded.

Sharp daggers of pain raced up from Trunks' lower spine suddenly and he released the scream he had been holding in. Goten allowed Trunks to slip from his grasp and to the floor below.

Saliva sprayed from Trunks' widened mouth as his eyes shot open in agony, his pupils retracting into mere specks in the shadowed atmosphere surrounding the two struggling figures.

Goten laughed deep in his chest. "It hurts doesn't it Briefs?" He asked coldly. "Now you can imagine what I have to deal with on a daily basis."

Trunks began coughing up blood as he folded in on himself, clutching his gut in an attempt to soothe his roiling stomach.

"W-what are you doing to me?" He hissed past clenched teeth.

Goten regarded his hands as though in interest. "I'm doing nothing dear Trunks, this is merely a shadow of the pain I am experiencing at this moment."

Trunks bowed his head, closing his eyes and trying to forget the stabbing fire racing through his limbs. Slowly he gained control of his breathing and his peeked out at Goten with slight fear.

Sweat trickled down his cheek and he found that his hair had been matted to the side of his face. He opened his eyes fully as the pain finally resided.

Goten continued to stare at Trunks silently, observing him, as though trying to read his deepest secrets and desires.

Finally he held out his hand gently. "Come here Trunks." He said.

Trunks watched his friend warily. "Why?" He asked suspiciously.

Goten sighed and shook is head. "Just come here." He repeated.

Trunks rose from his crouch and slowly stepped toward Goten, breathing heavily in apprehension.

"Goten, why are you doing this? I love you." Trunks felt tears forming in his eyes.

A fist shot out and crunched into Trunks' nose as Goten punched him in rage. Trunks stumbled away in a swirl of shock and pain.

Goten remained impassive. "Now understand this you fag." His eyes glinted evilly. "I'm tired of your broken promises. You can't possibly love me if you allow that creature to hurt me."

Trunks covered his broken and bleeding nose as he hiccupped in pain. "B-but I tried Goten." His voice was muffled.

Obsidian orbs narrowed. "I bet you did Trunks." Slowly the dark eyes swirled lightly with blue. "I bet you loved it when he killed me."

Trunks stared in shock. "What?" He gasped.

"You remember that day don't you, the day he murdered me and left my body to rot in that damn mountain cave."

Trunks froze in surprise as Goten's form changed to that of Mirai Trunks. His jaw dropped in shock.

"M-mirai?" He frowned.

He blinked in confusion and everything suddenly changed around them, light filled every space available.

"It was all a dream?" Trunks touched his nose, which was fully healed.

Mirai stood cockily over him, grinning foolishly.

"Of course little one, did you really think your supposed boyfriend would do that to you?" He asked.

Trunks cried out. "It was you! Why would you do something like that?! Especially in Goten's body!"

The future boy shrugged, grinning cheekily. "I wanted to have a little fun with you."

Trunks scowled. "Well it wasn't funny, you had me seriously doubting Goten and I don't ever want to feel that way again."

"Fine, fine." Mirai held up his hands. "That's not the reason I have come though." He said, calming his features.

Trunks rose to his feet and stared his clone in the eye, almost challenging him to try and trick him again.

"What is it?" He asked.

Mirai took on a sly look, making Trunks feel very out of place to see that kind of expression on his own face.

"I come with a warning, you do know what type of danger you are in don't you?" Mirai probed, trying to get his facts straight.

Trunks nodded slightly. "There's someone that has been killing everyone." He replied softly, the picture of his own mother coming to mind.

"Correct, and now for my warning. He's coming for you." Mirai informed curtly.

Trunks blinked. "What?" He gasped, eyes widening. "Wait, Goten told me the same thing!"

Mirai nodded. "He has been visited often by this dark figure."

"Who is it? Please, tell me who is the one doing this?!" Trunks cried desperately.

Mirai shrugged. "One of your friends."

"That's it? Do you know how much that narrows down my search?! I have a lot of friends, I need more then that!" He snapped.

Mirai grinned. "Popularity isn't everything, eh Briefs?"

Trunks gasped and backed away from his future self.

"Why are you doing this, why are you even here?" Trunks demanded shakily.

Mirai grinned and slid closer. "Where else is there for a spirit to go?" He chuckled. "But into the dreams of the suffering?"

"Spirit?" Trunks gasped, eyes wide and frightened as the body before him lost some of its solidness.

Mirai sighed slightly and nodded. "Yes, sadly I'm dead."

Trunks slowly inched closer. "H-how did you die? Everyone said you went back to your own time."

Trunks crossed his arms over his chest, much like his father. "Did they now." He arched his eyebrow disapprovingly.

"So what happened?" Trunks looked up to the future boy with interest.

"I was murdered." Mirai replied airily.

Trunks' jaw dropped in surprise. "Murdered?! And you're so calm about it?!"

Mirai bowed his head. "I suppose I deserved it, I tried to take what I wasn't meant to have." He sighed as his eyes became distant. "It didn't work in my own timeline, I don't know why I expected it to work in this one."

"What didn't work?"

Mirai turned to Trunks. "I tried to take him, but he pushed me away."

"Who?! Why won't anyone ever tell me anything?!" Trunks yelled in frustration.

Mirai ruffled Trunks' hair in a brotherly manner. "Because you have to find the answers yourself."

Trunks sighed and bowed his head in defeat, he knew he would never find the person behind the killings without the help of his friends, but if one of them was the killer then that complicated things greatly.

"Go to Goten now, rescue him from his pain." Mirai smiled gently.

"What?" Trunks frowned, looking up in confusion.

"Wake up Trunks."

Trunks' eyes widened and he whirled around, trying to place the voice that was echoing through his mind. He turned to the future youth.

"Mirai?" He wondered.

The boy smiled and shook his head, waving slightly as he disappeared.

"Wake up Trunks."

Trunks felt himself becoming lighter as he was pulled farther from his dreams. He sighed and turned around, only to run his face into a well-muscled chest.

"Huh?" He blinked as he pulled away.

The man smiled at him. "Hello Trunks." He rumbled.

The dark figure before Trunks could only be the one from Goten's nightmares, but the person before him was not who the boy had expected.

Trunks face contorted into a look of horror. "It was you?" He cried as realization hit him.

He backed away from the killer, choking back the bile that threatened to escape. He kept his hand before him, warding off his enemy.

The figure frowned. "Now, now Trunks, you're not being very nice."

Trunks sobbed as tears came to his eyes. "I can't believe you would do this to me, why would you ever think of doing this?"

"Because I want you." The man said.

Trunks shook his head roughly. "That's just sick." He sobbed. "You killed Mirai, why didn't you want him?"

Eyes widened in shock at his words. "Who told you?" The creature growled, transforming into the darkest of shadows and roaring over Trunks' quivering form. "Who told you?!"

"Go away!" Trunks screamed, covering his ears and squeezing his eyes shut as the darkness threatened to swallow him into oblivion.

"Trunks!" A worried voice called.

Trunks' eyes shot open and he blinked in hazy surprise as he found himself in his own room and surrounded by light.

Sweat trickled down his flushed cheeks as he panted for breath. "What happened?"

"Trunks are you alright, were you having a nightmare?"

Trunks turned toward the voice. "Gohan?" He blinked back tears and shot forward, latching his arms around the older boy's neck. "Gohan, you saved me." He sniffed.

Gohan patted Trunks' back in confusion, awkwardly because of the choking hold Trunks had on him.

"Trunks what's wrong, just tell me." Gohan soothed.

Trunks remained with his face buried in Gohan's chest. "Nightmare." His whisper was muffled.

Gohan nodded in understanding. "You want to talk about it?"

Trunks opened his mouth to speak but he suddenly felt very dizzy and an image of a dark and looming figure popped into his mind.

"Goten!" He gasped.

Gohan blinked. "You were having a nightmare about Goten?" He frowned.

Trunks struggled from Gohan's arms. "No, I have to save him, Mirai told me I had to!" He said desperately.

Gohan's face contorted into pain. "Mirai?"

Trunks noticed his wistful look and raised a curious eyebrow. "Gohan?" He poked the older boy to gain his attention.

Gohan shook himself from whatever memory he was remembering and focused on Trunks. "So you're off to visit Goten again." He nodded. "Tell him hello for me."

"You don't want to come?" Trunks pouted.

Gohan smiled sadly. "No, I have to go visit with my dad, you know how he is." He shrugged.

Trunks nodded, slightly hurt that Gohan didn't want to visit his brother. Then he frowned as a thought suddenly hit him. "Gohan, what were you doing here?"

Gohan smiled. "I was going to invite you guys over for dinner or something, I know we all need to stick together at these times, it's easier to deal with it that way."

"Oh." Trunks nodded. "Yeah I guess so."

Gohan smiled gently and rose from his position beside Trunks' bed.

"I'll see you later if your dad says yes." He waved.

Trunks waved lightly in return. "Yeah, see you."

Gohan left Trunks to his thoughts then, alone to brood in silence. The lavender haired youth sighed as he ran his fingers through his hair thoughtfully.

What had Mirai meant? Was Goten in trouble? Trunks shook his head to clear his thoughts, slipping out of his sweat soaked sheets and onto the fluffy carpet below.

He wriggled his toes in the soft fuzz and stretched as he began to move around his room, gathering clothes for the day. He mentally did a once-over and nodded when he remembered it was Saturday, he was free for the day.

"So let's get moving so we can visit Goten." He chided himself.

He mechanically dressed himself, accustomed to the normal routine he placed himself in. He finished his business in the bathroom and made his way downstairs with a last glance at his perfect reflection.

"Daddy I don't wanna stay inside!" Bra screamed.

Trunks stepped into the kitchen, barley dodging in time from a flying cereal bowl aimed at his head.

The kitchen was destroyed, food was strewn about all over the once clean tiles. Bra seemed to be the cause of the destruction and Trunks shook his head disapprovingly.

"Bra, why are you making a mess?" He asked firmly.

His younger sister glared up at him with icy blue eyes. "I want Momma." She replied.

Trunks flinched and looked away. "Where's Dad?" He asked softly.

Bra shrugged and pointed toward the den. Trunks nodded to the young girl.

"Try to clean up a bit." He smiled pleadingly.

Bra turned away from him with a huff and he sighed as he turned into the room his father was currently residing in. "Dad?" He called softly.

"What do you want boy?" The hoarse voice snapped.

Trunks glanced around the room, if it hadn't been for the few robots left that Vegeta hadn't destroyed he was sure this room would be as bad as the kitchen if not worse.

"I'm going out." Trunks replied. "I don't know if Gohan found you or not but he wanted us to go over for dinner sometime this week."

Vegeta shrugged as he paced about the room. "Whatever." He growled.

Trunks sighed sadly. "Okay, I'll see you guys later then." He called as he left the dreary room.

He breathed a sigh of relief when he broke through the gloom surrounding his house and was embraced by the warm sun.

"Finally." He sighed.

He took to the air and began his memorized flight toward the one place he would never wish to be trapped in. He frowned at the thought, he would have to apologize to Goten for overreacting the last time he had visited.

The wind whipped at his slightly baggy clothes and he sighed, he would have to buy a new wardrobe or gain some weight, either way he was too skinny for his own good, the stress had worked wonders on his already slim figure.

He touched down before the sliding glass doors and rolled his eyes at himself. "I bet everyone would jump on the chance to lose this much weight so quickly, no matter what the price." He murmured grimly.

As the air-conditioning blew away the heat from outside, Trunks glanced around himself and found that the normal staff was strangely absent from their daily posts.

He shrugged and made his way toward the elevators, opting for the quick trip upstairs instead of taking the stairs. He sighed and closed his eyes as the doors closed and he was surrounded by the soft elevator music that only one who had spent days in chaos could appreciate.

The soft clicking of the machine's joints and gears met his relaxing ears and he lifted his heavy lids as he sensed the slowing of his ride.

The doors slid open with the tiny sound of a bell. He stepped out and moved forward in the long corridor toward Goten's "home away from home", he soon found himself wandering the halls. He sighed as he dug his hands into his pockets, this was turning out to be a busy day.

"Excuse me sir!"

Trunks blinked and turned around to address the voice obviously calling out to him. A young blonde smiled prettily up at him with rose tinted cheeks. Her blue eyes sparkled as she bowed respectfully.

"Mr. Briefs?" She asked.

Trunks nodded with a frown, why was this girl wasting his time?

"I'm sorry Mr. Briefs but it may be appropriate if you visited at a later date." The nurse bowed regretfully.

"May I ask why?" Trunks inquired.

The girl flushed at being so close to the heir of Capsule Corp. "Mr. Son isn't feeling well today." She replied. "We found him this morning when he was scheduled for his medication."

Trunks scowled. "Found him? What do you mean by that?"

The nurse faltered. "He was found…" She paused uncertainly, eyes darting toward Goten's door.

Trunks' gaze narrowed. "Tell me now." He growled.

"We found him bleeding with numerous wounds to his upper body and lower spine area." She finished quickly. "He seems to have suffered from some mental trauma also."

"What do you mean mental trauma?!" Trunks demanded. "Wasn't he traumatized enough? What the fuck happened to your security around here?" He asked angrily.

The nurse cowered away from his angry ranting, no longer in awe of the rich youth.

"I don't know Mr. Briefs!" She cried. "I was only here to inform you of the situation."

Blue orbs flashed heatedly. "He had better be alright when I see him." He turned stiffly. "That's the reason why my family pays this damn hell hole!" He called over his shoulder.

His sweaty palm gripped the cool metal of the doorknob and he deftly swung the door open with a quick flick. Gloomy darkness filled his vision, the only light in the dim room was from the barred window Goten had become so fond of.

"Goten?" Trunks called out softly from the doorway, confused as to why his friend wasn't greeting him.

"Why are you here?" A voice hissed.

Trunks turned toward the bed in surprise, shutting the door behind him automatically. His eyes widened as he saw the state Goten was in.

"Goten!" He gasped.

The boy was wrapped in thick bandages where he had suffered from cuts and bruises, this wasn't the only thing covering his body though, on closer inspection Trunks could see the crazy youth was being restrained by thick leather straps.

Trunks' face creased with worry and pain.

"Goten what the fuck happened to you?" He asked gently.

Goten's glazed eyes locked onto Trunks' seemingly glowing figure standing out from the darkness.

"Hn, it's you." He murmured thoughtfully.

Trunks came to sit beside Goten on the bed that he was restrained to, trying to make the situation as comfortable as possible.

"Nothing happened to me Trunks." Goten finally replied innocently.

Trunks scowled. "Don't give me that bullshit, you're a fucking mess Goten."

Goten grinned. "Probably." He said. "He was angry last night."

Trunks frowned. "He?"

Goten's gaze narrowed. "Don't play stupid, you know who I'm talking about, you dreamed about him too Trunks-kun."

"You mean-!" Trunks bit his lip to hold back his scream of anger. "That bastard." He hissed under his breath.

He turned sympathetic eyes onto Goten, gently touching his soft hair with caring fingers.

"He's going to pay for doing this Goten." Trunks promised. "Because you mean so much to me, I will find him."

"Really? You're nothing to me Trunks." Goten smiled.

Trunks gained a hurt expression and removed his hand.

Goten laughed crazily. "What's wrong Trunks? Can't handle the truth?" He hissed.

"No Goten, I know you don't mean those things." Trunks said softly. "The nurse told me you were suffering from some mental problems right now so I don't blame you."

"Bastard! Let me go!" Goten raged.

He pulled wildly against the straps binding him to the bed. Trunks watched grimly as his friend struggled, yelling curses between his snarls.

"Goten, please, just calm down." Trunks begged.

"You would like that wouldn't you?" Goten smirked. "Sorry Trunks-kun but I'm gonna go down fighting."

"Goten, no one's trying to hurt you!" Trunks protested.

Goten's eyes blazed with madness. "That's what you want me to think. That's what they all want me to think!" He roared.

"No, it's true." Trunks said firmly. "And if anyone does try to hurt you I'll be here to protect you."

Goten laughed heartily. "Ah my poor Trunks, you keep yourself wrapped in your little illusions, I'll stick with reality."

"Reality?" Trunks barked. "Goten you're in fucking mental hospital, how real does it get in here?" He demanded.

Goten froze, eyes flaming with hatred. "I bet you love seeing me like this too, don't you Trunks." He hissed. "You just love to see me weak before your fucking royal ass!"

"No Goten that's not it!" Trunks screamed in return. "I need you with me but I can't have you while you're stuck in here!"

"You need me so badly Trunks?!" Goten yelled back. "Where were you last night then? Huh? Where were you when I was getting my ass beat by that fucking killer?!"

Goten choked back his sob as tears began streaming down his flushed cheeks.

"You just don't understand Trunks, you don't understand the danger we're in." Goten hiccupped.

Trunks mouth gaped open in shock, trying to understand what exactly was going on. He fell to his knees in defeat.

"You're right Goten, I've been useless to you this entire time." His eyes became blurry with tears. "I've fucked up every time I get the chance to protect you."

Goten's chest heaved as his lungs burned for air, the adrenaline still pumping through his veins.

"No Trunks, you may have been stupid about my warnings but you haven't been useless." He growled, testing the bonds.

Trunks shook away his own tears. "I haven't done anything to help you Goten, look at you! You're in a fucking mental hospital, and it's all because of me." He sobbed.

Goten stopped struggling and simply stared at Trunks with an unreadable expression.

"Fine Trunks, you think the blame should lie on your shoulders then it will, this is all your fault." Goten said calmly.

Trunks blinked as he wiped away his tears from blurry eyes. "What?" He sniffed.

"This is all your fault." Goten growled. "It was your idea to go sparring that day, you were the one who had wanted to go!" His eyes flashed.

Trunks' face scrunched up in confusion. "Why Goten, why are you acting this way?"

"Because you wanted it didn't you?! You obviously wanted me to tell you with all that damn crying you've been doing lately!" Goten spat.

Trunks gasped. "My mother died Goten! Excuse me for showing a little emotion!"

"Emotion?" Goten sneered and shook his head. "I've learned that emotion does nothing but hold you down."

"No Goten, it doesn't, you've just felt the wrong emotions." He said softly.

Goten watched warily as Trunks moved closer toward his face, lips parted and warm breath huffing lightly.

"What are you-" Goten protested.

Trunks covered Goten's words with a light finger.

"You need to feel love." He whispered.

The finger was removed and replaced with soft lips. Goten's eyes fluttered at the sensation, Trunks lips were so warm and full. He moaned against the kiss.

Trunks smiled inwardly, this is exactly what Goten needed, himself included. After everything they had gone through, in the end all he wanted and needed was a little love.

Trunks pulled away from the innocent kiss. "Goten." He murmured.

The dark haired boy blinked dazedly, eyes unfocused and blurry as he listened to Trunks' voice.

"Hm?" He mumbled.

"I love you."

Goten visibly flinched, his eyes shooting open as he looked at Trunks with fear.

"What?" He demanded.

Trunks frowned. "I said I loved you." He said in confusion, why was Goten acting this way, there was no reason for him to hate Trunks.

Goten shook his head. "No, you don't mean that, you can't." He pleaded desperately.

"Goten, what's wrong? Don't you love me too?" Trunks felt his heart clench.

"No, I can't love you. He won't let me!" Goten trembled.

Trunks growled. "I'm tired of this crap Goten! Who is it?!" He demanded, hitting the mattress angrily with his fist.

"I can't tell you." Goten whispered. "You should know that."

Trunks glared at Goten angrily. "What is it Goten, don't you trust me enough to tell me? Isn't this important for me to know?"

"No Trunks! Just leave me alone!" Goten moved against the straps, just wanting to escape from this room and run from his problems.

Trunks snarled and forcefully gripped Goten's shoulders, pinning him down even more then he had been previously.

"Tell me." He hissed.

Goten's eyes widened at Trunks' behavior. "Get away from me." He whispered.

"What?" Trunks face scrunched up in confusion.

"Get away from me!" Goten screamed.

He lifted his body with a roar and threw Trunks to the ground as the buckles snapped and he was freed from his slight prison. His eyes flashed teal for a moment as he stared down at the fallen prince.

"Go Trunks, I don't want to see your pathetic face here again until you learn to be a real man." Goten scowled. "Go cry for your mommy somewhere else, where someone actually cares."

Trunks' mouth gaped open in shock before his face contorted into a look of rage. "You fucking bastard!" He yelled.

As he lifted himself to lunge at Goten the door was thrown open and a doctor rushed in followed by two guards.

"Mr. Briefs!" The doctor yelled in a disapproving tone.

Trunks' head shot into the direction of the door, knowing that they had somehow been watching his and Goten's conversation. He turned back to Goten.

"Fine, I'm gone Goten."

He stood and brushed past the stunned hospital staff, it didn't take long for them to regain their senses though and with a last glance at Goten they too followed out the door with a soft click of the lock.

Goten bowed his head as the silence settled around him like a thick blanket, drowning him in guilt and self-loathing.

"Are you happy now?" His voice was a hoarse whisper.

Dark eyes flashed as the shadowed man moved forward. "It will do for now."

Author: Sorry it took so long for an update, next chap will be a lemon so hang in there! I'm listening to the banana phone song! :laughs: I think it's funny, my friends think it's annoying though.

-Red-