Why had she done that? Trunks assumed an offensive fighting stance as he replayed what had happened in his mind. She'd let him punch her without a single stroke of defense. Trunk's brows furrowed in confusion. She wanted him to hurt her. That didn't make sense. He looked up to her and growled. There stood his mother, legs slightly apart, hands clenched in fists. Her blue hair had come out of its tail and was now flying freely in the wind. A bit of blood trailed its way from the corner of her mouth. She absently wiped it away. Her blue eyes were set in determination. Determined to do what? Trunks pondered this conflict for a second before he decided what to do next. The anger that had been overcast momentarily by confusion reappeared and Trunks felt it brimming up inside. He didn't care if she was letting him hit her or not. If she didn't defend herself that wasn't his problem.

With a roar he was after her again. This time she levitated up slightly at an angle. He descended and then came up under her at an incline. He brought his fist up to her abdomen as her body bent in two around it. Then bringing up an arm, he dropped an elbow down upon her spine. There was a sickening crack as it jolted her down to the ground. His ferocity unhinged, Trunks descended faster then gravity could pull her, and stopped her fall with a thunderous kick to her midsection. It knocked her sideways and she was discarded like a doll. Her body slid across the ground like a stone being skipped upon water. She bumped up and down as she went, leaving an uneven trail of invaded dirt and dust. Finally friction slowed her down and her body stopped its journey across the land. She rolled onto her back and for a time was still. Trunks was merciless. He flew high into the air and release a plethora of ki balls upon the spot where she lay. They fell to the ground like rain, swelling up clouds of dust. He didn't cease his onslaught and soon found he was screaming incoherently as he released his pain. Tears welled from his eyes as he continued to litter Remina with ki blasts. His pain, his grief, his revenge. All went with each ki ball he created.

Finally, his strength ebbing, his fury at rest, Trunks stopped. Looking down, all he could see was a heavy fog of dirty brown. He panted heavily at the amount of energy he had used and transformed out of Super Saiyan mode. Slowly, he dropped to the ground, his fatigue noticeable by the sag of his shoulders. The dust that had bloomed from the explosion gathered on his cheek, mingling with his tears, to form long streaks of brown.

All was silent. Goku, Gohan and Vegeta remained to the side. All awaited what would happen next. Each eye strained upon the settling dust.

And then, the dust disappeared and they could see. The damage was a monstrosity. There was an enormous crater that had been created by Trunk's ki blasts. At the very center, a figure clad in red lay unmoving. Trunks took a shaky step to the precipice of the crater and looked down. When he saw her laying there he sighed and fell to his knees. New tears sprung up and littered his face, tracing rivulets over the dust that had stuck there. Putting two hands to his dirty face, Trunks sobbed.

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Bulma groaned and opened her eyes. She looked up to a clear blue sky. Giving herself a mental checkup, she smirked. Not bad, the boy was good. Taking a deep breath, she sat up and felt the unpleasant taste of blood seep into her mouth. Spitting it out, she stood. Another groan escaped her lips. Her body hurt like hell. She cleared her throat and ascended into the air. Her head ached from bumping along the ground and her vision was blurry. Other then that, nothing was too bad.

The crater that Trunks had created rivaled a canyon and Bulma had a time flying out of it. As she went up she flexed her arms, fingers, legs, neck, taking every ache into consideration. Chimera searched her as well, and she felt his reassurance that she was fine.

When she came out of the deep cleft she was surprised by the bewilderment writ plainly among everyone's face. She raised an eyebrow as she lowered herself to level ground. Trunks was bent over, weeping uncontrollably. Bulma looked about in dismay, wondering what had happened. Without a second thought she was by his side.

She wrapped her arms around him and brought him to her in a maternal embrace. Trunks gasped and turned his head upwards to see who held him so. His astonishment was genuine as he came into contact with blue eyes. She looked down at him in worry.

"Trunks, are you all right?" She asked, concern heavy in her words. His mouth parted to form an O as he looked at her in a daze. Finally, he brought himself to speak.

"You're ok," he stated. She smiled down at him and nodded.

"Barely, you nearly took me out!" She asserted. Seeing the imprint of tears on his dirty cheeks she frowned. "Why were you crying?" He looked up to her in remorse as yet another tear cascaded down his face.

"I thought I'd hurt you," he said. "I thought I had killed you." He looked down in shame. Bulma brought him to her tightly, and comforted him in a lasting hug. He sighed and rested his head on her shoulder.

"Do you feel better?" She asked. His eyes widened at her question.

"Yes," he replied honestly. "Why did you let me do that?" He asked, his curiosity finally unleashed. Bulma grinned and looked down at him affectionately.

"I hurt you badly, I know that. I wanted you to feel better. I figured that maybe if I allowed you to release all of your anger on me, then you wouldn't hate me so much." Trunk's face became serene.

"I don't hate you mom. I never did," he offered softly. He watched as a tear fell from her own eye and smiled. "I love you mom." His voice broke suddenly as he realized he was speaking the truth. Falling upon her, they held each other. Trunks knew he needn't speak a word, she already knew he had forgiven her. How could he not? She was his mother, he loved her. He always had. No matter what she did, he always would. A deep bond that had withered away with time came together anew. Trunks was in his mother's arms once again and this time she'd never let him go.

They rocked back and forth in contentment, happily joined. Goku speculated the scene from the distance, his jaw dropping down in a look of bewilderment. Gohan was smiling furiously. Vegeta's stoic stance had fell just slightly.

"I thought he'd killed her!" Gohan declared, eyes not leaving the two. Goku nodded his agreement.

"How'd she take all of that? I never knew...she was that strong," Goku said. Vegeta hmphed and turned his back on the view.

"The boy's weak for going back to her," Vegeta growled. Goku turned around.

"How can you say that Vegeta? She let Trunks beat her to a pulp to make him feel better. She knows what she did was wrong and she was trying to make up for it! Trunks hasn't had a mother for two years. Maybe you got along fine without one, but I know he needs her now. Just look at them, Vegeta! Don't you see how much she cares for him?" Goku's outburst was surprising and blunt. However, it did have a hint of truth to it. Vegeta shrugged off the thought and turned back around.

"What I see is a woman who deserves nothing. She left her son, abandoned her family, and now he forgives her! Well, fine then! He can cry on her shoulder all he wants!" Vegeta lifted off the ground. "Just don't expect me to." His final words lingered in the air long after he had departed. Goku shook his head and sighed. Suddenly, there was another power beside him. He turned around to greet his youngest son with a smile. Goten looked at him in confusion.

"So," he finally said. "What did I miss?"

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Author's Note: Gee, I'm really updating a whole lot lately aren't I? Heheh, that's how I like it! Sorry these last two chapters were so short, they were actually supposed to go together, but I'd taken so long in updating that I had to split it up! Oh well!!!!

Special Note: Hidden_Angel, I'm warning you!!!! If you don't update soon, I might just.... do something really bad.... like....something!

Much luv to everyone!
That is all ~JZero