Chapter 9: You Are Not My Son

Sometimes, when you fall in love, you willingly give everything and you end up with everything. Other times, it takes everything and leaves you with only heartbreak.

-Trunks

He started from the beginning. They needed to know what he did remember and what he didn't. How much of his memory was different from what actually happened? There was no way to be sure. And so he began. All everything from his first sparring lesson to now. What had been different, and what had been the same. Unfortunately, he was still too embarrassed to tell anyone that he had been involved with Pan. And so, that he tried to keep to himself. Besides that, Trunks was able to tell Bulma everything accurately, at least, up until the 'incident' ten years ago. That was where everything became skewed. There was something different there. Something had happened that did not happen before.

"So Pan left?" Bulma inquired.

"Yes, she didn't come back."

"Why did she leave?"

"I don't know. She just disappeared one day."

"There was no reason for her leaving?"

"No, none at all," Trunks tried to convince his mother.

"I don't know the whole story of what happened between you two. You guys always decided to keep that to yourselves."

"What do you mean between us? Nothing happened between us." Bulma looked stunned.

"Are you telling me that you don't remember ever being involved with Pan?"

Trunks was flushed. He didn't know what to say. He had never admitted to anyone that he had been in love with Pan; that the two of them had made love countless times. He was the true reason she had left, and while everyone was morning her loss, they never knew that he was the one that caused their pain. Because of this, he had locked himself away from everyone, to drown in his own grief. He could not face up to their sorrowful faces or watch as they cried tears. It was hard enough knowing he had caused it, but in the end he still was not able to escape it. He had forced himself away from his family, throwing himself into his work and other women to make it seem as if everything was okay. This way, he would not have to face them, but he could still hear their whispers. They knew he had been affected. And they had suspected that he had been affected more than the rest of them. If only they knew. If they knew he had lost his love, then maybe they would have understood.

"No..." Trunks began, "I was never involved with Pan at all."

Bulma looked heartbroken at this. "So you don't love Pan?"

"I care about her. Just, not like that," Trunks continued with his lie.

Bulma nodded her head, not sure what to say. For the last ten years there was one thing she had been sure of, and that was her son's love for Pan. What was she to believe now that she had heard this? Sure, it had come to a shock to find out that her son had been in love with a girl fourteen years his junior, but what was she to do? She knew he loved her. And knowing saiyan men, there was no stopping them once they found their mate. So who was she to object?

Bulma sat there for a moment, not sure of what to say. There had to be something she could do. If this was indeed Trunks, then why was it that he did not remember Pan? Why were things so different? How was it that he had a very detailed description of all these new events? Was it even possible for that to happen? It was psychologically possible to create new events in your mind, but so livid and detailed? And for all of those years? It was possible, but usually only for traumatized victims. Trunks had not been traumatized. He had been in love with Pan. It was easy for everyone to see. So what was wrong now? What had changed?

The answer was simple: Pan left. But Bulma could not even comprehend that fact. Pan never left. It was not something she could have done. Unless... unless there was a reason for her leaving. True, she did not know of all the events that lead to her leaving or staying, but there had been something there. She knew that there had been an argument. They had argued about something, but what argument was so big that it would make Pan leave the way she did?

Bulma snapped from her thoughts when she heard her son's voice.

"What was that, Trunks?"

"I was asking, what should we do?"

"I don't know. Just give me a minute to think." Bulma sat there for a moment, trying to see if there truly was a way to see if this was the Trunks that she knew, or if this was indeed someone else. That was when it had hit her.

"Come with me." She stood up and Trunks got off the table to follow his mother. She led him down a series of halls to a room that held a very large computer. It was about as large as the very first computers that were ever built. It took up one entire wall in the room and it was one of the only things in there. There was a desk on the other side with random tools on it, but that was just like his mother. He was not sure what this machine did, but he was sure that it was the reason his mother had led him here. Whatever it was, it was meant to help, he hoped.

"What is that?" he asked, not sure of how this would help.

"It is something that I invented a while back," Bulma said while flipping a few switches, trying to get the machine up and running. There was a humming coming from the computer as the lights came on. She stood there for a few minutes fussing with a few buttons when she stopped all that she was doing and simply stared. Whatever it was that she found, it couldn't have been good.

"Mom, what is it?" He waited a moment and all he got was silence. He decided to ask again, but the response he got was not what he was expecting.

"You are not my son."

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