Chapter 2: Goodbye

Italics= Song Lyrics


It all started,

After the Cell games, my father, or your grandfather Goku, had decided to stay in the other world to train and quite possibly to find some peace. You see, from the minute he arrived on this planet trouble just seemed to follow him every step of the way.

In some weird way he blamed himself for all the attacks on Earth, every villain in a never-ending conquest for a man, named Kakkarot. Of-course it would be years before he would tell me this. He was a man who literally carried the world on his shoulders and that meant his insecurities to.

For him this was a quest that slowly drove him insane.

Everyday he trained knowing that someday a stronger opponent would appear and kill him-quite possibly the world-. He had died many times, so death didn't really intimidate him. What he worried about was his family, the Earth and every living thing that inhabited this planet.

And so he trained because he knew that if he couldn't save the world, his home, no one else would be able to.

But that was his human side talking.

The other side, the Saiyan side, always wanted the challenge, the kill, something that allowed him to go above the human limitations. Something that pumped his blood to a point that it forced him to release his animal, a madness, that called, drowned and pumped every blood vessel into a frenzy of pure ecstasy.

Next, we have your Uncle Gohan.

After he entered college he began to grow apart from the family. He was an educated man with a massive amount of power. Of-course he was the prodigal son, the one that would follow in our fathers footsteps. But I think my brother hated that legacy, he wanted to find peace his own way (and not resort to violence). Looking back at it now I understand that need…a need to be free, to choose and be whoever we want to be. But when your father is the messiah you have to think about the bigger picture and your singular life becomes insignificant in comparison to the millions of people inhabiting the planet who needed heroes. I can't say what exactly drove my brother away.

I just remembered a human girl named Videl.

I remembered him kneeling before me and whispering goodbye. I bet your wondering, "Didn't you want to go with him?"

Even as I child I knew what I wanted, I wanted to be with my mother.

Lastly we have your Grandmother: Chichi Son.

When I think about her. I clearly see that she went through two different periods. If you were to ask me what I thought about her when I was in Planet Vegeta (which I will explain, just be patient) I think I would talk about the negatives of our relationship. The heartache and the pain which molded me into something insecure, broken and alone.

I considered myself a failure...

I wanted to reach the stars for her but every-time I reached out something stopped me. And those thoughts affected me greatly specially when us "Saiyans" never got sick. But I was. I was sick.

And yet, your Grandmother was the strongest person I've ever met. Sometimes I would conjure up a conversation with her, and spoke the words I wished she would of told me:

Goten: [Serious] How'd you do it?

Chichi: [Concerned and whispers back] How did I do what?

Goten: [Serious and on the verge of tears] I...I don't know anyone whose lost more than you? And...and you survived it. You're still here and you're still fighting.

Chichi: [Smiles at the praise] You're a fighter too Goten. And after everything I've put you through. I admire you even more. Look at everything you've accomplished.

Goten: [Teary eyed] But look at where it got me Mama

Chichi: [worried] Are you sure you don't want to talk with Dende and clear your mind and heal your soul.

Goten: [pissed] What Soul?

Chichi: [whispers] Don't say that.

Goten: [Yells] What SOUL?

Chichi: Look come here and sit down. I'm proud of you...no..no..no. I'm proud of you Goten. Did nobody tell you what to do when I overdosed, when I beat you...when I left you. You knew what to do. You figured it out all on your own. You got out of that situation. You overcame each obstacle, against everything you fought your way out. Keep Fighting. Okay. Because I got you no matter what.

Goten: [crying] No matter what.

Chichi: [Teary Eyed] No matter what. *

And honestly that's what I remember her strength.

She bore everything in the family, no one could pay the bills that we accumulated, no one could pay the debt that kept rising, no one would ever understand the pain mother went through.

And Gohan was just as carefree as father.

But I knew. I clearly understood her struggle. Our Struggle. As a child I remember watching her every move. From the moment she tucked me in I understood what the night meant for your Grandmother. I still remember her kind smile, the one she would give me, before I would fall asleep. But that fuzzy memory would always be overpowered by her pain…her silent cries in the middle of the night.

I think that's the last kindest memory I had of her...and my resemblance to my father didn't help one bit.

I looked like him.

Everyday she was reminded of the man who had left her behind, I was my daddy's son after-all, and when he had died I think she had died with him.

It hurt me to see the rejection in her eyes when she called me by his name.

"Goku" she would plead.

But it killed me even more to see her happy expression turn into something dead once she realized she had called me by HIS name.

It was at that age I came to my own realization: That love had never done anything for me except beat me…made me feel worthless and at the age of 7 I had given up on everything, my life, my dreams, except my mother.

I put up with her abuse for 3 years.

All just in an attempt to save her.

I guess despite not knowing my father, I had managed to inherit his kind heart.


(After this point, everything will be told as a story, keep in mind that this is all a flash-back)


~The Anniversary of Goku's death

Goten stopped going to school at the age of 5. Nobody had thought anything of it and no one really questioned it,all lost to their own pain, grief and sadness. Bulma on the other hand, tried to understand. A broken woman needed time with her family to mend what was broken, well, at least that's what her heart would say. And no matter how much her heart tried to reason with the logical part of her brain, her heart was slowly losing the war.

She didn't want this outcome. And as she watched her long time friend she wondered if this was really the best choice, this "isolation with family" sounded great but logically isolation only brought forth more grief. What Chichi needed was her family and friends but at the end of the day that was her idealistic side talking, eventually her work would take her away from the person who currently needed her the most. She almost spoke but when she looked at the other mother she saw something broken, and the words she wanted to speak were lost forgotten in an instance.

But her mind wouldn't let go of the horrible feeling that started to build at the bottom of her stomach.

"I'll be taking Goten far away, please, I beg you, take Trunks away. I don't want him to be caught up in our troubles. He's just a child" Pleaded Chichi.

Bulma looked shocked, but non-the-less tried to understand. It hurt to hear those words and her silence hadn't helped the situation...a silence she would pay with her son, Trunks because he wouldn't understand.

"It will be under one condition, after three years, Goten and Trunks will be reunited" the scientist reasoned.

Chichi didn't say anything but nodded her head non-the-less.

"This was for the best" Bulma kept chanting.

"Hey Trunks" whispered Goten.

Trunks on the other hand had other simply relax. It was a peaceful day, well it still was, up until his Chibi (a nickname he had given him) had decided to ask a question. He thought about answering but that usually involved brainpower and words. Instead he continued to lie there while his eyes searched for the patterns in the sky. Priorities.

Sweet love, so pure

Without much thought on his part the hairs on his neck stood at attention and as his eyes continued to search the skies he noticed a slight shift in temperature. Almost as if the skies were trying to warn him.

Please don't tare this apart

"Trunks?"

"Yes, Chibi?" he asked, almost as if on instinct

Goten pouted

The young Prince turned to face his best friend only to forget about the changes happening around them. Their eyes met and in that moment nothing existed.

Not time, not reality, nothing except for them. And in that moment, Trunks, finally realized how mesmerizing the raven really was. Especially, when their tails intertwined the way they did.

It felt right.

Trunks continued to stare at his friend remembering and looking for something he hadn't noticed before. But he knew he wouldn't find it. Instead he moved his body a bit closer in hopes of warming up his now shaking friend.

Sweet love, sweet love, trapped in your love

"Well be friends forever right?" Goten asked.

Trunks ruffled his best friends hair, and continued to calculate, something didn't feel right and the hairs on his neck were on edge as a reminder of the emanating doom. Quickly and without much protest from the other he intertwined their hands.

"Forever and-…"

But before Trunks could even answer. Goten was torn from his grasps…had Goten known this was going to happen?

He didn't care right now,

But, for selfish adult reason, our futures were torn in-two

"TRUNKS!" Goten cried.

Trunks was about to chase after him, but a strong grip had held him in place. So strong was the grasp that he couldn't do anything but watch as the person he cared for was being torn from his grasps.

"Chibi" he thought.

Rescue plans kept running through his head

...Suddenly it became hard to breath.

"Woman do you think this was the best idea?"

Bulma looked at her husband, and tears poured down her eyes,.

"She said that they would be able to see each other in 3 years…she promised, you hear that Trunks. Just wait three years, just three years"

Trunks was by himself. The breath in his lungs was cut to small gasps, his tale swayed with anger, and his ki started to rise.

Everything was happening so fast.

"GOTEN!"

Nothing would ever be the same.

Trunks yelled and everything around him changed the only thing that remained the same was his anger. The blood that coursed through his body was filled with disparity and the need to become stronger.

Energy. He needed more. Maybe then he could save him.

It burned but it didn't necessarily hurt. If he had the time to explain the feeling it would feel…ancient. But he didn't have time to think about it because he had found the power he was searching for.

Yes, this was the exact thing that his forefathers struggled so hard to achieve.

The legendary Super Saiyan

"Move father" Trunks yelled

"Hahahha" Vegeta laughed.

" I won't say this again father, MOVE!" Trunks yelled.

"Tell me son, why are you trying so hard to beat me…." Vegeta grunted as he dodged his son's attacks

Trunks once again powered up.

"There's someone….that I need to protect"

I'm bound to you, and I'll erase these fears, because I didn't come this far to fail

Vegeta stood in front of his son, just like the king he was but in that moment that title didn't exist because before he was a king he was a father.

A doting, proud father.

"Then get stronger brat, at this level you couldn't even defeat your mother"


Three weeks had passed since that incident.


"Go-chan, you got a letter from Trunks-kun. "

Slowly she placed the letter in my hand. My emotions didn't quite know what to do. I wanted to smile but instead tears pooled at base of the envelope.

"Trunks-kun" I whispered.

But I knew that it would be a long time before we would ever see each other again. The scent on the letter, his scent, gave me hope that maybe...

CLASH

And as I turned my shaking body towards the window

I remembered Black Skies and the lightning all around me.

I remembered each flash, as time began to purge. Like a startling sign that fate had finally found me

And your voice is all I heard

That I get what I deserved

For some reason my body felt heavy and light at the same time. Everything was spinning and everything was missing. However, the scariest thing for me was this empty feeling coming from inside me…I was alone. Truly alone.

The one thing that I did understand was that my tail was missing and that everything had faded to black.


Woooooo this is the next chapter. Hope you liked it….

Things I used that don't belong to me:

Linkin Park-New Divide

Empire (Conversation he made up with his mother)

Christina Aguilera-Sweet Love

Edited(12-18-2016)