Trunks' Bad Move

Chapter 2 That Night

Sorry for the long wait, I haven't really been thinking about this story lately, I've been working on 'A Love Undecided' seeing as its my most reviewed story, thanks to all my reviewers, even though I only got a couple....

Trunks' POV

I knock on the window to Goten's room, he opens it and.....oh dear God he's only wearing a towel. "Uh....h...h...hi...G...Go....Goten," I manage to choke out. "Hey, Trunks, sorry I just got out of the shower!" ahhh no now I'm gonna die, that famous Son grin. Wait? He was in the shower? Oh no!!! I missed it!!!! So. Not. Fair!!! "So, uh, Trunks, could you wait here while I go get dressed?" he asks. "Uh, what? Oh yeah sure!" I reply, half-heartedly, truthfully I wouldn't mind not waiting for him if you get what I mean. Damn I never noticed what a nice bod he has....no no no no no bad Trunks bad boy!!! I smack myself across the face, can't be thinking those diry thoughts when he's right there in the bathroom, might accidently jump him....I wonder if he feels the same way about me? Maybe I should ask...no no no bad idea....cause then if he doesn't feel the same way...I'm screwed. No bad idea never to be conjured again.

Goten walks back into the room, he's wearing tight jeans, and god I wished this was happenin at my house so I could take a cold shower! "Trunks, is something wrong?" he asks staring at the fixed look on my face. "Yeah, everything's fine Goten, why do you ask?" I say, he could tell I was lying. "Trunks, you've been my best friend since we were kids and we lied to our parents together," he laughs a little, gods I wish he wouldn't do that, not now "so I can tell when you're lying," he finshes his sentence. "I'm sorry Goten, I just can't tell you," I say quietly, looking away. "Trunks, you should be able to tell me anything," he says, obviously exasperated at what I had just said. "Well this is something I can't tell you, alright!" I practically scream at him. His face stays calm as he says "Please Trunks, we're best friends, you should be able to tell me..." he whispers. "Fine Goten, you wanna know whats wrong???? I love you god dammit ok??? I love you Goten, I wanna spend the rest of my life with you, I don't just wanna be best friends, I wanna be more, I wanna be your lover!" I yell out the deepest secret of my soul, at that instant I knew I shouldn't have. "Trunks, you're my best friend so I won't lie to you, but I just don't feel the same way, I'm sorry," he says quietly, my heart sinks to the very bottom of my chest...he doesn't love me, this is the worst feeling I've ever had, and it's gonna get worse, I just know it. "Trunks, I think I'd feel a little more secure if you went back home...and...not stayed over here for a while..." he says, oh jee tear my heart in half why don't ya? "You know what? Fine! I'll just go home then! Thanks for ruining my entire life Goten!" I yell, flying out the door. I don't bother looking back, I know he feels horrible, but I also know that if I turn around and look at him, I'd turn right back and beg for him to take me.

Sitting alone in my room, I slowly try to regain my senses of what just happened. 'I bet he hates me now...' I thought to myself, I knew he would never understand how strongly I felt for him, and I know that the chances of him ever loving me back are so slim....I don't even wanna think about it, but I know I have to, or I wouldn't understand what had just happened. It was just too much for me to handle, Son Goten, my best friend since childhood, thought I was some sort of weird pervert that didn't know a thing about love. 'There's gotta be someway to relieve my pain...' I thought. Then I looked over to my bed-side table, there was a box of thumb tacks, I knew how much I wanted to hurt myself for what I did, and I also knew if I cut myself my father would notice when I trained with him, but if I used pins, it would be compeltely unnoticable. I immediately grabbed the box, took out a pin, and drew it to my arm, I slowly pushed the tip through my flesh, savoring the pain. I pulled the pin out of my arm and looked at the small puncture, it was slightly red with blood, and I loved the feeling, it hurt so bad, yet felt so good. "This is all your fault Goten," I whispered quietly, making yet another puncture right under the previous. I pull the pin out, wipe the blood off, and go downstairs, quickly remembering that I forgot to tell my mom I was home.

"MOM!!!" I call, I guess she isn't home yet, the letter is still on the table where I left it. "You really need to screech brat?" I turn around to see my father next to me. He saw my puffy, red eyes, and knew that something was wrong, I rarely cried. "What's wrong this time Trunks?" he asks, pretending not to care, but I could see the worried look in his eyes. "Weren't you supposed to be at that brats house?" he asked. "Well I guess, 'that brat' isn't gonna wanna talk to me for a while," I respond, hoping he doesn't ask any more questions, but he could see straight through me, and asked the most crucial question, that sent me over to edge, to tears. "What happened?" that one simple question was enough, I broke down, right there, in front of my father, the one person that didn't believe in emotions, was seeing a display of sorrow from his own son. "I......made a mistake......dad!" I say in between sobs. "It's ok Trunks," my father said, doing something he hadn't done in the longest time, he walked over, put his arm over my shoulder, led me to the table, sat me down, and just held me. He hadn't done that since I was three and still having nightmares. I leaned into my fathers embrace, I knew it wouldn't last, so I savored it. "Tell me what happened son," he says quietly in my ear. "I fell in love with the wrong person, I fell in love with Goten, when I went over there, he could see something was wrong, he pressured me into telling him what, when I told him that I loved him, he got upset, and told me I shouldn't stay over there for a while, he said it would make him feel more comfortable. He said that he didn't feel the same way, I think he hates me now," I say, at the very end, I burst into hard sobs, crying my eyes out into my fathers chest. "Ssshhh, it's ok Trunks, calm down, ssshhh...everything will be ok, I've got an idea for you, why don't you write some songs? That's why I do when I feel awful, I write songs about how I feel. Maybe you should try it," I was shocked, my father had never opened up to me like this before. I wipe away my tears, give a little sniffle, and head up to my room.

a/n ok this chapter was part of the beginning to a plot. I don't wanna give too much away, but I will say that I'm gonna put Trunks into a band, he will learn how to play bass and will join up with Vegeta and Bulma, it is going to be a family band, Vegeta and Trunks will play bass and be lead singers, Bulma will play drums and be backup singer. Trunks will be songwriter. I'm telling you this now because it won't be said in the next chapter. Please R&R!!!!!

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