Never Again
By: Freewater
Ratings: R
Disclaimers: I don NOT own these characters, nor do I claim to. This story was made for the hell of it without profit.
Pairings: Yaoi Gh-Tr
Notes: These things here ooooo are for a change in time, scenery or character. And this will also be an Alternate Universe fic. Pan was never born to Videl.
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It was nighttime.
And it was raining.
Hard.
A streak of lighting flashed across the miserable black sky before the rumbling sound of thunder followed right behind it. The storm over West City raged on and on and seemed to show no signs of letting up before morning to allow the early risers and easy ride to work.
But that was the way of nature.
It didn't care about the small pitiful wants of a few measly people.
Even though the storm covered the entire city, causing the small street animals to run for whatever shelter they could find, if one looked closely enough, you could almost see that it raged particularly hard over one specific house.
The owner of said house, tossed and turned in his sleep in his large bed. Unable to sleep soundly with the dreams that haunted him.
"No..." Another toss.
"Don't...!" Another violent turn, followed by heavy breathing as cold sweat dripped from his face. Trying and failing to fight off an attacker that wasn't there.
He was no longer used to having the dream that had haunted him so long ago. He'd hoped so much to just forget all about it.
But fate, as it seems, would never let him forget. Though he had no idea why.
He suspected it had something to do with the bond they shared. The very reason why he loved and hated him all at the same time.
How he wished he could just get rid of it. Maybe then he could get a decent night's sleep.
A choked sob escaped his throat. "Please..." Followed by a loud scream of terror, jumping wide awake and frantically backing himself up before he was stopped by the head bored of the bed. The slam being enough to fully wake him back up and make him more aware of his surroundings. Making him realize that there was no one in the room with him, but still not being enough to quell the sick feeling he now had in his stomach before he threw the thin covers off him and made a mad dash into the connecting bathroom to throw up.
He always got sick after having one of those dreams.
His stomach simply couldn't stand to see those images again.
Trunks lifted a shaking hand up to flush the toilet, removing the foul contents from his sight before he groggily picked himself up from off the floor. Slowly making his way over to the bathroom sink, turning on the cold water tap and rinsing out his mouth of the vile taste that his sickness had left. Taking a few drinks of the cold water to calm himself and wiping the liquid away from his lips and chin with the back of his hand when he was finished.
He looked up at his reflection in the mirror. It was still dark in the bathroom, but he'd quickly gotten used to the lack of light, and he could see just how awful he looked.
"Fuck." He cursed, running his still trembling hand through his hair, now damp with his sweat before clenching the counter top with one hand and massaging the bite scar on his neck with the other.
Why did he have to come back? He was doing so well, and could go for weeks on end without even thinking about him.
He was almost forgotten, but then he came back, and with him came those fucking dreams all over again.
He just wanted them to leave him alone.
Before he could let out another foul curse of pure hatred, his saiyan ears picked up on a faint sound.
Coming from down the hall and in his daughter's room.
"Pan?" He asked no one in particular, forgetting all about his nightmare before leaving his room to go to hers, wondering what was wrong.
He slowly opened the door to see what was the matter, and found the young girl sitting up in her bed, tears streaming down her cheeks as she made little sniffles. "Pan?" He asked again, getting her attention.
She looked up at him, a little shocked at seeing him, but still reaching her arms out for him. And Trunks went to her, hugging her close as he sat in her bed. Trying to soothe her crying.
"Hey, it's okay, don't cry." He hushed her gently, wondering why she was in tears. "What's wrong, Pan? You can tell me." He said.
She sniffled again. "I heard you yelling." She hiccuped.
Trunks let out a small breath of guilt. She'd heard him screaming and was afraid.
So that was it.
"I'm sorry Pan, I just had a nightmare, I didn't mean to scare you." He explained softly.
"You did?" She asked, calming down now.
He nodded his head, kissing her forehead. "Yeah, I did. It's nothing to worry about." He said, tucking her in again. "Try and get some sleep now, you have school tomorrow." He said. Satisfied when she nodded her head and closed her eyes, trying to do as he told.
Trunks sighed, getting up from where he sat and lightly shutting her door when he left, making his way to the kitchen since he knew sleep wouldn't be coming to him now. Not after all of that.
He needed something hot to drink.
Checking the clock on the wall, he found to his disappointment that it was one thirty in the morning. Far too early to be drinking coffee. So he settled for some tea.
Perhaps if he got started on those contracts for Capsule Corp's next big project he could take his mind off of his dream.
No such luck.
By two forty-five he'd barely gotten a single page typed, and it had long since started to irritate him.
He just couldn't get thoughts of Gohan out of his head. Begging to be allowed to see his daughter, snarling down at him as he...
Trunks shivered. He swore to himself a long time ago that he would make him pay for what he did. And he intended on sticking with his vow.
The only problem was that he felt like he was punishing an innocent man. And that wasn't helping to strengthen his resolve any. Even his own father was saying that perhaps he'd done enough to exact his revenge. Because it wasn't necessarily his fault now was it?
Trunks frowned.
Of course it was his fault. He did it, so he should be punished for it. It was that simple.
But still, why, after ten years, did seeing him only once have this affect on him? Why did he feel so guilty about something that wasn't even his own fault?
Resting his elbows on his desk and putting his head in his hands, Trunks let out a miserable sigh. "God dammit Gohan, why did you have to come back?"
To Be Continued......................................
Thank You's:
swtdreams07: That will be hinted at until I can explain what actually happened between them
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So... Can anyone make a wild guess as to what happened yet?