Author's Pre Notes: Okie, it just occurred to me I haven't done my disclaimer yet. Well, we all know this is nonprofit, I do NOT own Dragonball Z or any of the characters.
Another note: Are we getting TIRED of this just word for word from The History of Trunks? I know I am. It's somewhat boring to me, but you guys seem to like it so I'm going on. What I'm trying to do is give it a feel so that it's IC but getting the story line in through thoughts, or as in chapter two, flashbacks. This should be the last chapter that's done like that, then prepare for Gohan/Bulma. Juunana comes in later.
Blue Roses
Bouzi Neo
Chapter Four: Daydreams
Under his mother's amused eyes, Trunks blushed and turned the book to it's proper direction as he heard the pots clanging together, Mom was making dinner-she never was all that graceful in the kitchen.
"I should be going." Gohan murmured, turning. Trunks' first lesson would be to find him before training. That would be fun.
"Oh no you don't, you probably haven't eaten in days. You come right back in here, Son Gohan." Bulma followed him out, stopping him at the door. Her motherly instincts told her to watch out for him, for poor Chichi.
Gohan laughed, "I guess you're right, I haven't." His uneasiness soothed, and he came back in without complaint.
Gohan almost died as Bulma literally STEPPED out of her suit, putting the pink jumpsuit on the side, as she was now just had a long sleeved shirt, and jeans. He gulped, but she didn't seem to notice and put her apron on.
They sat down for dinner, Trunks sitting, working on the school work Bulma assigned for him; Bulma starting the food, and Gohan helping Trunks.
"Can I help you with that?" Gohan looked over his shoulder.
Bulma shook her head, but knew he couldn't see her, "I'll be fine. Thank you so much for helping him on that."
"It's no problem." He leaned back, remembering how his mother used to crack the whip on him. So he could go to a university. The universities, seeing that they had so many people in them, were one of the first things to go. The androids kept the malls-as long as they didn't get 'Boring'.
"I hope you can stick around for a while now, Gohan, we hardly get to see you anymore." Bulma focused on the food, sighing, "I miss the good old days."
'The good old days with "Son-San"', Trunks mused.
"Traveling to Namek was the all-time greatest adventure." She placed the bowl before Gohan, then gave Trunks his.
Gohan smiled, excited-how long was it since he had a warm meal? A meal at all, "Mmm! Chew attack!"
Trunks, laughing at his friend and 'Master', ate as well, "Chew attack!"
"More, please." Gohan held her the bowl, his mouth still half full of food.
She laughed, "Yup, like father like son."
Trunks got very quiet.
"Oh yeah? You think so?" Gohan raised a brow, this was a huge complement-to be like Son Gokou. He never thought he could compare!
"Oh, definitely," She turned to the stove, "The way you eat, and the way you're so powerful, and gentle at the same time…"
Trunks just stared at his mother. He did not like his friend being compared to 'Son-San' in any way, shape or form. Some honor.
"And the way you look-" She giggled, like a little school girl. "Especially with that outfit on."
Trunks' frown grew-she was indirectly complementing Gokou! Did she ever stop?
"I guess I've always dreamed to be as strong as my dad." Gohan plated with the gi, his mother had sewn it for him, given it to him the day he ran off. "But yeah, it inspires me to wear his old colors."
"Well, I know he'd be awfully proud to see what a strong man you've become."
Gohan couldn't help blush, she referred to him as a man-he always thought she still thought of him as a boy. His thoughts traced back, but he refused to let them surface.
"I've heard rumors that you've been fighting the androids all by yourself." Bulma's voice was worried now. "Is that true?"
"Yes." He nodded.
"Please be careful, and guess what? Now Trunks wants to fight the androids too," She sighed again, back to the caring mother-mode. "I wish you'd talk to him." She put his food before him, "He might listen to you."
Trunks was silent most of that time, whether it be rage or just embarrassment.
"Trunks, dear, are you done with your homework?"
He looked to his mother, standing over him, "Uh, yeah Mom. Thanks, Gohan."
"No prob."
Bulma finally sat down to eat herself, she had been starving, but only spooned a little by a little, "How long do you think the androids will be here, Gohan?"
Gohan thought for a few moments, "I've watched the androids' patterns, they're starting to stay in certain areas for anywhere from a few weeks to a month or so and check out all its malls and amusement parks, anything really. They've come out here, so I'm guessing that since this is such a big area they're staying here for at least a month."
"A month!" Bulma groaned, "I'm not sure we could survive another attack."
He patted the table, "It's a sturdy place. Besides, I think they're intimidated by Capsule Corporation."
Bulma blinked, "Why?"
"Well, because the knowledge here is about as great, if not more, of their original creator."
"Well then why haven't they tried to kill us yet?" Trunks asked, not able to stop himself, knowing it was what his mother was thinking too.
"That's the thing I don't get."
She remembered the first time they attacked around Capsule Corp. Vegeta was still there... that battle he won...
Gohan mentally sighed. Did everything have to bring Vegeta up? He knew from just watching her when she was thinking about him. Her eyes lit up.
He sighed, how could he change the subject?
Vegeta was related to everything.
"Hey Kiddo, don't-cha think that it's time for bed?" Bulma ruffled Trunks' hair.
"But Mom..." He protested.
She chuckled, "Gohan will still be here tomorrow, Son."
Trunks sighed. He could have made up any excuse in the book and she would have countered with something ten times more clever and never before seen. Head down, in a sad attempt for pity, he trudged off to bed.
Gohan couldn't help but laugh, as he had played that game with his own mother several times. Of course something he was not used to was staying up with the 'adults' and talking.
Bulma, who never noticed his anxiety, sat down and stared out the window, "He's a good kid."
"I know it."
She sighed, "I know you will."
He blinked and turned to look at her, "Huh?"
Laughing a little, not in an angry way and not in a happy one either, Bulma answered, "I'm not stupid, you know. He wants you to train him."
"And?" Gohan tried to keep his voice cool.
"And I know it's your duty to train him. He's the last Saiya-Jin left."
Smirking, he asked, "Well what if I don't go by what my duty is?"
Amused and tilting her head to look at him, her answer was, "You'll go by what you know you have to do. You knew since you became the last one left that this was going to happen."
"So I did." He nodded. She read him like a book but why couldn't she see he loved her?
"Take care of my boy, Gohan. He's all I have left."
'All I have left... all I have left... I have left... Have left... left...' it rang over and over again, the echo almost unbearable. Gohan sat down next to her, "He's all the world has left."
"What about you?"
"I won't be here forever."
"You act like you're quitting. You're so young... you have an entire life ahead of you..."
Gohan thought for a minute. Knowing the androids, he didn't. But he said nothing.
"And I want to be a part of it." She whispered as she moved into his lap, kissing him softly. He didn't bother to answer or protest. And even more so, he didn't protest when her hands lead his to the buttons of her shirt...
"Gohan?" Bulma softly hit the side of his head.
"Huh? Wha?"
She laughed, "You were just kinda out of it for a moment."
Gohan blinked, "Oh. Just thinking... 'Bout the androids and stuff."
"I asked you if you wanted any more." She pointed to his empty plate.
Gohan shook his head and cursed his imagination.
O.o Gohan! Have you no shame? At least give Trunks a few minutes before you and Bulma start to make out! Bad conscience! Bad!
Next Time: Training can get really intense and bring back bad memories, but you have to remember that there is always hope left.
Reviewer's Corner:
Angel: I'm glad you liked it. This one was very hard for me to do. I did it to the Americanized version of THoT because I wanted to be able to type as I heard. It took me a very long time to get it all down, and now I think I can recite it in my sleep. Scary. Also, I noticed something in this chapter: Trunks always seems to frown when Gokou comes up. That's why I wanted to bring that to our attention. I'm thinking that's going to have a lot to do with some of Trunks' actions later in the story.
Mariah Ashley: Thank you. Like I said, I try and update something every night, but because of editing, I might not actually upload it until a little later because I want everything to have the same format and to have it all cleaned up for first-time readers. So anyway, I am doing my best, so please be patient.
Vegeta Goddess: There is gonna be a lot of resentment towards Vegeta from Gohan for obvious reasons, though later when Juunana and Bulma are an obvious fling to Gohan, someone else might also get a little bit of resentment.
Celeb Ryu: As for Spirits Within, I cringe to think about updating it. Heh, I'll work on it tonight. The thing is that I have A LOT to go through and little energy. Let's hope I get ice cream... Lots and lots of ice cream... Oh, and GI is gonna be done to "Torn"'s dance remix next chapter, so we'll have a bit of T/P going on there. And... uhh... oh, thanks for liking my story! Heh... that sounded... odd...