Well, here's the rest of the story...or maybe a part of the rest.
But of course, I'd never tell Trunks anything. He'd never know. My feelings would remain burried deep within me, torture. It was torture.
I sneered, and took off, leaving him on the ground. He would be back. I knew it.
And he did come back. I doubt he would ever stay away.
One day, he gained the advantage. I'm not sure if it was my doing, or if he was just growing stronger. When he knocked me to the floor, I was surprised to see his face so close to mine when the dust cleared.
It was a tense moment. My heart beat faster, and I dared not blink. His eyes were so brilliant, their marvelous color even more hypnotyzing at an inch's distance. His warm breath fanned over my lips, his hair cascading onto my face. But I wasn't about to give in.
"Go ahead. Kill me, if you can."
Those eyes widened. He was surprised.
"Afraid, Android?"
That smirk. The arrogant fighter, his father, had a similar smirk. I didn't know why, but I loved that smirk.
"No."
And it was true. I wasn't afraid. If Trunks couldn't be mine, what was the purpose of living? There was no purpose...
"I suppose a bucket of bolts like you couldn't have emotions."
"You wouldn't know."
The smirk faded. His breath quieted. Unless I was mistaken, he moved closer. I felt my body tense up, and begin to shake slightly.
"It figures. Why else would you kill so many people...?"
"I believe I've already adressed this issue. It's amusing to see you humans writhe in pain."
"Yet you *ask* for death?"
Had I asked?
"If you wish to kill me, do so."
I was going to leave it to him. My future. Would I have one?
"Gohan...my father...everyone that meant something to me...you killed them all. I hope you understand that I can't just let that go."
I understood. He would never love a monster. A horrible being.
"Well? Kill me, don't talk me to death."
He stood up, raising a hand as he did so. A small orb of light sparked and shone in the palm of it. As it grew brighter, I felt my body shake harder. But I still didn't blink.
His eyes...they were what I wanted to see last...I would carry that image with me to hell...
What's this?
My eyes began to sting, my throat burned. I couldn't breathe correctly, my senses were messed up. I blinked, feeling warm, salty tears slide down my cheeks.
Trunks had caused those tears. He had been right.
I was afraid.
The ki wave forming in his hand fadded. He was staring down at me, a look of confusion on his face. I continued my silent sobbing, letting it all go. I'm sorry for all the pain. I'm sorry for the losses. I'm sorry for all of it!
"Tears? Having regrets?"
I nodded slowly, not making any attempt to wipe my face free of tears. They would continue until he gathered the courage to finish me off.
"Do it now! You'll regret this sooner or later!" I burst out savagely, glaring as he lowered his hand.
"I won't sink down to your level."
With that, he turned away from me, not uttering another word. As he began to walk away, his figure silhouetted against the horizon, I sat up. Don't go...I want to die without you...
A/N: Okay, should I continue?
But of course, I'd never tell Trunks anything. He'd never know. My feelings would remain burried deep within me, torture. It was torture.
I sneered, and took off, leaving him on the ground. He would be back. I knew it.
And he did come back. I doubt he would ever stay away.
One day, he gained the advantage. I'm not sure if it was my doing, or if he was just growing stronger. When he knocked me to the floor, I was surprised to see his face so close to mine when the dust cleared.
It was a tense moment. My heart beat faster, and I dared not blink. His eyes were so brilliant, their marvelous color even more hypnotyzing at an inch's distance. His warm breath fanned over my lips, his hair cascading onto my face. But I wasn't about to give in.
"Go ahead. Kill me, if you can."
Those eyes widened. He was surprised.
"Afraid, Android?"
That smirk. The arrogant fighter, his father, had a similar smirk. I didn't know why, but I loved that smirk.
"No."
And it was true. I wasn't afraid. If Trunks couldn't be mine, what was the purpose of living? There was no purpose...
"I suppose a bucket of bolts like you couldn't have emotions."
"You wouldn't know."
The smirk faded. His breath quieted. Unless I was mistaken, he moved closer. I felt my body tense up, and begin to shake slightly.
"It figures. Why else would you kill so many people...?"
"I believe I've already adressed this issue. It's amusing to see you humans writhe in pain."
"Yet you *ask* for death?"
Had I asked?
"If you wish to kill me, do so."
I was going to leave it to him. My future. Would I have one?
"Gohan...my father...everyone that meant something to me...you killed them all. I hope you understand that I can't just let that go."
I understood. He would never love a monster. A horrible being.
"Well? Kill me, don't talk me to death."
He stood up, raising a hand as he did so. A small orb of light sparked and shone in the palm of it. As it grew brighter, I felt my body shake harder. But I still didn't blink.
His eyes...they were what I wanted to see last...I would carry that image with me to hell...
What's this?
My eyes began to sting, my throat burned. I couldn't breathe correctly, my senses were messed up. I blinked, feeling warm, salty tears slide down my cheeks.
Trunks had caused those tears. He had been right.
I was afraid.
The ki wave forming in his hand fadded. He was staring down at me, a look of confusion on his face. I continued my silent sobbing, letting it all go. I'm sorry for all the pain. I'm sorry for the losses. I'm sorry for all of it!
"Tears? Having regrets?"
I nodded slowly, not making any attempt to wipe my face free of tears. They would continue until he gathered the courage to finish me off.
"Do it now! You'll regret this sooner or later!" I burst out savagely, glaring as he lowered his hand.
"I won't sink down to your level."
With that, he turned away from me, not uttering another word. As he began to walk away, his figure silhouetted against the horizon, I sat up. Don't go...I want to die without you...
A/N: Okay, should I continue?