Queen Luana: This is actually more of an epilogue, but I didn't want to add it to the previous chapter. This'll contain Trunks looking back on the several weeks. Just in case you want to read it. But before I begin, yet again a very big THANKS to hi y'all, Tilea & hennahito-ckbc for all your reviews! And another EXTREMELY BIG ENORMOUS GRAND HUGE COLOSAL LARGE MAJOR THANKS to hi y'all, for giving me the idea of writing this fic. BIG KISS

Bye bye, daddy

Dr. Briefs shook his head sadly as his wife showed the officer's the way out. "Be sure to call us if he's able to talk, okay, Mrs. Briefs?"

"Okay," she whispered crying softly. She closed the door and walked back to her husband in the living room. "Oh that poor little thing! Just look at what he's been going through for the past weeks!" she said sobbing loudly. For once her eternal smile had faded and was replaced by a face full of sorow. Her husband said nothing. "Well, I don't quite understand what's going on. And I refuse to believe our little Trunks killed both of them!"

"I know darling, but he was standing there with the gun in his hands… Plus he knew where Bulma was keeping it."

Dr. Briefs sighed depply and scratched the back of his neck. "All this misery, what's the use…"

His wife looked at the stairs. "Trunks!" she called out to her grandson. "Trunks, will you come down and sit with grandma and grandpa sweety?"

Trunks did not respond. He was standing in the corridor upstairs, staring at the pictures on the little wooden table. He had been gazing at their family picture for about half an hour now. Next to him on the floor, the blood had been mopped up about an hour ago. All that was left now was a large slightly darker patch of the water.

It was strange, that morning when he woke up, everything had still been simple. So, his father wasn't what you called sane. He had cared for him with all his heart, he knew he had. Trunks would never forget that final look on his father's face, the way he had looked at him right before he ran down the stairs. That disappointed look, that look of failure, that – depressed look. He could not find the right words for it. Neither did he know why he had shot himself. Because it had all gotten too much for him? Or maybe because he wanted to protect his son.

Another tear rolled down Trunks' cheek and with a snif he whiped it off. And had it been his father now that killed Goku or had it been Mikey, like he told him? Trunks assumed it indeed had been Mikey, else his father wouldn't have given him that look. Kami, that look, he would never forget about it. He smiled sadly remembering how hard his father had longed to stay with him. He truelly did care.

"Trunks, are you alright? Come on, I'll make you some cookies!" his grandma called from the living room again. With a big sigh he turned away from the pictures and headed downstairs. His grandma shrieked. "Oh, Trunks, honey! Will you finally put that down!" she screamed and pulled the gun from her grandson's bloody hand. With a hanky she whiped the blood-splats from her son's face. He closed his eyes as she did so.

Crying uncontrolably, Trunks sprinted upstairs still screaming: "Daddy! Daddy!" He tripped over the final step and smacked onto the with blood covered floor. He rose from the ground. "Daddy, no…" he whispered looking at his father's corpse. Sobbing loudly he wrenched the gun from his father's hand. While he did so spilling tears all over his father. "I believe you, daddy!" he said sobbing. "I believe you! It was Mikey, it was Mikey…" He jerked at his father's arm. "Daddy, I believe you! Get up!" He knew well enough his father was dead. He realised. But he would not accept it.

Trunks heard the front door open. "Vegeta! Trunks! It's us!" his grandma called. "Trunks, are you upstairs?" Please don't come up the stairs, he thought. Leave me. "TRUNKS!"

"Okay, Trunks, will you tell me what happened?" An old policeman kneeled down in front of him. Trunks said nothing, only looked down at his with blood covered shirt. "Can I see that gun Trunks?" He shook his haid and held it tightly in both his hands. "It's okay, you can have it right back. I just want to take a look at it." Trunks ignored him and looked aside, at the four men who carried two big white sacks outside. Warm tears ran down his cheeks.

"Bye daddy."

"Let's put you on a clean shirt, okay darling?" his grandmother said a cheerful smile on her face again. He didn't speak.

"Uh, darling, I think it's best if you leave him alone for a while," his grandfather said. "We'll be in the kitchen if you need us, Trunks." Trunks shrugged and went to his room.

He rocked backwards and forewards on his bed. Now neither his mother or father would come and wish him goodnight. He just wished today never happened. Never would he forget his mother, but most certainly not his father. Not a million words could describe how thankful he was, and how hard he wished he was still here.

Another tear trickled down his cheek. "I miss you… dad…"

The end

Queen Luana: I know it's sucky, but I was bored and thought if I picked the previous chapter as the last one, it would be even worse. Please review guys, and remember, if you've seen any good horror-movie (except for the Grudge) just send me a mail or mention it in a review and I'll try to make a story out of it.See yah later!