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Part Four:

To Live in Peace Again

Trunks stood and looked at the dim blurred surrounds, only to recognize it as his own room. It was only a dream. He let out a heavy sigh, as he made his way to his mirror to wipe away the haze in his eyes. It still hurts, and I still miss you… Gohan… I thought that if I beat them, that if I had beat them for you, the pain would go away… But it still hurts. Trunks closed his eye until the sting of tears disappeared, not letting even a single one fall again. I promise Gohan, I will never be too weak as to cry again. I'll be strong for you from now on. I PROMISE!

Bulma walked by to notice he was up. "So, you finally decided to come to, huh?" She smiled as he gave her an awkward look. "You ok?"

"Yeah… Just fine." His voice was too different, too far away, and sounded far older than what it was supposed to.

"I'm proud of you, you know that?" She walked up behind her son to wrap her arms around him. "I missed you too much." He was only gone a month but had come back two years older and far more antisocial than what he had been when he had left.

It was only just a dream… Why do I feel so shaken? Trunks turned to face Bulma, "I'm glad to be home," he stated with a very fragile smile. "Mom, about the androids-" He was cut by her interruption.

"Trunks, I know you've done what you've had to do, and now that they're gone, we can rebuild and live in peace. We have you to thank for it."

"Were they really defeated?" The question was more directed at himself than her, but she could tell he was still confused about the previous night's occurrences. She smiled reassuringly.

"Trunks, honey? We need to talk." He nodded but remained silent. After seeing his hesitancy, she asked, "Do you mind meeting me in the lab, here in a minute?"

"I'll be there in a minute, Mom." He sighed and waited until she had left the room before removing his torn, ragged shirt that hid a circular scar that marred his chest. He didn't fell like explaining that one, just yet. He lightly smirked at his slightly battered reflection. At least I'm back, I guess that's all that really matters anymore… Trunks sighed even heavier as he battled the sorrow that he carried.

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Bulma noticed her son lingering in the doorway of her lab. He was smiling for the first time since he had gotten home.

"So, you're not too scarred, I hope," Bulma stated worriedly.

"Not if you count dying," he replied solemnly, but he smiled when Bulma raised an eyebrow for an explanation.

"Well, guess you had it coming, huh?" Trunks was thoroughly shock by the mock teasing he received from his mother.

"As long as I'm stronger for it," he responded over his slightly saddened laughter. He looked wonderingly at her, "So, um… What did you want to talk about?"

"Gohan."

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He stared at her blankly. He shook his head still in disbelief. "What did you want to talk about concerning him," Trunks managed to croak out with a considerable crack in his voice. Bulma managed a warm loving smile and her son grimaced at her before turning his back to her as he chose a stool to sit on in front of her computer.

"Trunks, I hope you know how much I love you." She told him as she wrapped her arms around his torso from behind. "I hope you know that this means I won't have any grandkids and that you'll be the last generation of Saiyan warriors."

"Mom… What are you talking about?" He had been completely perplexed by what she had said and if had anything to do with Gohan. His mind wandered as he tried to make sense of things. It was still a mystery. "Mom?"

Trunks was looking pleadingly at her, she was trying hard not to break down in front of him. She just wanted him to be happy, to see his bright blue eyes shine with hope and happiness that had been buried by years of oppression. "Trunks, about last night," she was shaking her head as her voice trembled, "you passed out from shock, but it's real Trunks. It was real." Trunks had started to slowly shake his head before she was half way through. He still didn't believe it. It had been a dream, and perhaps he was still dreaming. "The kid Gohan, who beat Cell in the past wanted to help you be wishing our Gohan back to life." Her tears were now falling freely as she tried to convince her skeptical son. "He's waiting for you, Trunks."

Trunks' head was spinning. It WAS real. But how? "Gohan was able to use the Namekian dragonballs from a telepathic connection through Dende to ask Elder Mori to wish me back." The deep voice he had longed to hear for so long was standing right behind him, and he made sure not to panic that time. "He used another wish to establish a telepathic connection to fill us in on everything that had happened up until that point in his time," Gohan's voice stated in a matter-of-fact way. He continued apologetically, "I'm sorry you had to go through so much pain alone, I was stupid to try what I did." Gohan wrapped both arms around Trunks' shoulder. He too was fighting back tears.

"But isn't there a time limitation? You've been dead, for…years." Trunks finished lamely.

"Not with the Namekian dragonballs, their rules are different." Gohan spoke softly as he stood directly in front of Trunks. "Trunks…" He looked up into his sensei's dark eyes. He still wasn't quite as tall as the older half-saiyan, but the age gap had been severely tightened. Gohan seemed maybe three years older that had once been almost a decade. Trunks bit his lip in trying to fight the temptation, Gohan was hard to resist.