Walk away in emptiness
Walk away in sorrow
Walk away from yesterday
Walk away in tomorrow
Sting
My room? What am I doing in my room? For he was indeed back inside his house.
"You're up, that's good." Pan stepped out from the bathroom. She wore a smile for him.
"What happened?" Trunks asked, slightly confused. He buried his face in the sheets.
"I can remember suffering, pain, hate and...I wanted to kill...him..."
"You passed out in the hospital." Pan said carefully.
"And...my mother...is dead."
"I know." Pan answered sadly. She sat down beside him and embraced him. She was warm and calm, it was comforting.
"We'll get through this together." she whispered.
"No, Pan, I'm sorry, more than you'll ever know." said Trunks quietly, somberly.
"There's something more, something's very wrong..." she said after moments of silence. Trunks nodded, biting his lower lip hard.
"What? What's wrong?" she asked urgently. Trunks' canines pierced his lower lip.
"We've always been able to talk, talk to me now." Pan continued. Panic rose steadily in her voice. She grasped Trunks' face with both hands.
"I love you. Whatever you're going through we'll make the journey together." Trunks couldn't hold back anymore. Tears cascaded down his face. For what may be the last time, he leaned forward and kissed his wife.
"You can't take this journey with me. But, I have to do this..." He placed his hand on Pan's stomach, "For our children." Now Pan's eyes shone with tears.
"Wha-what are you saying Trunks?" said Pan shakily.
"I swear...I swear I'll come back to you." Trunks vowed. He walked out the foyer. Pan hurried after him.
"Trunks!" she yelled. Vegeta Jr. And Goku rushed to the foyer to investigate.
"What's going on?" demanded Vegeta.
"What does it look like?" snapped Trunks. Goku tugged on his arm.
"Where are you going Dad?" asked Goku in a small voice. Trunks shrugged him off.
"If there's anything my mother's death has taught me, it's that humans are weak. I should have never suppressed the Saiyan inside me!"
"Trunks..." Pan ran her hand through his bangs. "This isn't you..." He caught her wrist and held it tightly.
"Correction. This is me, the 'me' I've always suppressed."
"Trunks, you're hurting me." said Pan, wincing.
"Good!" lied Trunks. "Maybe it'll tach you to be stronger." The thrust Pan across the room.
"You two." Trunks glared at his sons. "Live your pathetic lives." He caught Vegeta's fist as it barreled toward him.
"Weakling." Trunks scoffed.
"I'll never forgive you for this." Vegeta spat.
"As you wish." Said Trunks, shutting the door behind him. The last thing he heard was Pan whispering,
"You promised me you wouldn't leave..."
Night had fallen and it was raining lightly. At long last, he allowed himself to break down. Crystal tears flowed across his cheeks.
"I'm sorry!" he cried to the night. "I swear to come back! That's if you still want me...I can hardly believe it, I hit you, you! The only person I ever loved...Vegeta, you're not weak..." His fingers dug beneath the grass. Slowly, the tears began to subside.
"Oh God!" his sobs redoubled. "I'm exactly like him! You were the pinnacle of my despise. I promised myself I would never be the father you were! I guess it's true what they say, "Like father, like son."
The door to Capsule Corp. was unlocked. The house was dark. Trunks stepped in warily.
"Dad? Are you here?" There was a faint light at the end of the hall. Trunks followed it. What he found was Vegeta kneeling in the middle of the room with candles set in odd formations.
"Dad?" Vegeta's eyes snapped open.
"What are you doing here brat?" Trunks shook away the oddness of the picture.
"Father, I wanted to tell you, I'll be away for awhile."
"Oh. So you did."
"Yes, I did. Just like you. Did you know that I would have rather died then have had to go through that pain?"
"Yes, I did." The words traveled through Trunks and snapped a nerve deep inside.
"How could you know!" roared Trunks.
"Believe it or not son, you are not the only person to harbor emotional scars." Vegeta retaliated.
"And what would you know about that kind of emotional scars!"
"Because, it's exactly what I felt when my father 'donated' me to Frieza!"
Time stood still. Have you ever said or done something that you thought you knew all about, but when the other person responds you realize that you know next to nothing. You feel stupid and naive. You feel like you said something you should not; touched a sore that has never healed. Well that is precisely what Trunks felt now.
After a few moments Trunks said,
"I thought you said Saiyans and their families—"
"I said most. My father did not adhere to that. He thought himself above it. He did not even cast a backward glance as he threw my mother out when I was three." Trunks lowered his voice more.
"You know what's going on." Vegeta stared at the floor. He was obviously embarrassed about his emotional outburst.
"Yes."
"Why haven't you said anything? Warned me when I was younger?"
"You are only half-Saiyan. I had hoped you would not be affected. As for why I haven't said anything, I thought I destroyed all of them years ago."
"What do they want?"
"I don't know. My father never warned me about this. I had to figure it out on my own just as you have. They have a grudge against the royal family. It goes back for generations. That is the only thing I know."
"Well, thanks I guess." Just as Trunks was about to leave, the phone rang. Vegeta answered.
"What do you want?" Pause. "Oh, it's you." Vegeta motioned for Trunks to pick up another phone. He did and put it to his ear.
"…I've just finished the autopsy. I thought you would like to know the results." Trunks held his breath.
"Go on." Vegeta said.
"Bulma's death was in no way natural. I found a small device on her heart. From what we can tell, it was made to purposefully disrupt her body's normal functions. It was planted there years ago."
"Is that all?" Vegeta asked
"Yes."
"Then good night." Vegeta hung up. Trunks slammed the phone back down.
"What are you thinking? Someone caused her to die! Someone sabotaged her body! We have to find who did this!" Trunks's voice rose again as he spoke.
"There is no need for that." said Vegeta.
"Then you already know who did it! Who?"
"I did."
Did I succeed? Is it a cliffhanger? Maybe?Oh, newstory called'Honest and True'. Bulma/Vegeta romance/angst.Basically they both betray each other. I think it's interesting, and there's an awesome paragraph near the end of it. I was in a strange mood when Iwrote it and it turned out really nicely. So, see you in a few more months. Bye.