Here is my next installment of my DBZ fan fiction. Enjoy.
Goten goes back to school. Trunks tries to understand his daughter. This chapter is mainly from Trunks pov.
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ/DBGT
- It Never Ends --
C-4
Gohan smiled brightly much to the annoyance of his little brother. Gohan was glad that his brother was back. He missed him. He did but at the same time he was mad at him for leaving the way that he did.
When he got home that day and saw that his little brother was home. He had been happy and they talked for hours about little stupid things. Well, Gohan mostly talked and he listened. It was so nice.
It wasn't until he asked Goten, why he had left that he became annoyed and even angry at his little brother. Dad was gone. He had to accept it. He knew it was hard. He knew better than anyone that it was hard! But it was one of those things that you had to accept! Dad was gone and it was for best for everyone, even if it hurt. That was when he clocked his brother a good one right in the face. He lost control of his temper just for a split second but it was enough that he caught his brother off guard and sent him reeling to the floor.
"Hey!" He had complained. "Why did you hit me?"
Gohan sighed and apologized. Goten had held his eye as he sat back up on the chair he had been sitting on. "I thought that at least you wouldn't hit me." He had whined.
Now he was taking his little brother back to school. He was sulking in the car wearing his new school uniform, buttoned right to the throat. He looked uncomfortable. He had his arms crossed and his head turned to look out the window. He had muttered all morning as ChiChi shooed him off to school and even made him a lunch. He complained again about being to old to go back, but ChiChi wouldn't hear anything of it. He still hadn't cut his hair, as much as everyone complained about it. He had it tied back for the most part at the nape of his neck with an elastic.
"It's only for one year," Gohan said cheerfully. "Then you don't have to worry about mother bugging you about school. You will have your education."
Goten turned his head and Gohan smiled even brighter. For his first day back at high school, his brother had one hell of a shiner over his right eye. The one that he gave him. "I am not going to enjoy this at all!" He muttered. "I didn't like school to begin with."
"Yeah. I remember. You were in it for the girls, weren't you?" Gohan teased.
Goten turned back to the window and continued his sulking.
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Trunks frowned at he looked at his new hair cut. A hair cut that he didn't have a choice of. Vegeta had threatened to cut it off himself all weekend. Trunks just shrugged it off. That was until this morning, when he wandered down for breakfast only to have his father grab his braid and lop it off. Now it was the shortest that he had ever had his hair before in his life. His bangs hung down to his chin, but he was not used to the shortness in the back. He rubbed his hand alone the short hair there and frowned. He had always liked his hair long and his dad had to go and cut it off.
Mom told him it looked just fine, but that was mom.
Sometimes, he really wished that he had a normal family. He could hear mom yelling at him to get his butt downstairs, that they were going to miss a meeting if he didn't move.
He needed to buy new suits. All his old ones were a little too snug. They would do for the day. Mom said she was going to take it easy on him, and they would only work a half a day to get him used to going back to working at Capsule Corporation and get used to the changes. He knew that it was going to be a late day, once she said that.
He sighed.
He left his room and saw Soyna. He never knew what to say to her. She hadn't spoken a word to him and when he seemed to find the right words, he would look at her and loose them. He tried to see some resemblance of himself in her, but couldn't see one. He wanted to know if she looked like her mother. He wanted to ask her about her mother and what she was like. He wanted to know how he met her and how he fell in love with her. He wanted to know when he got married and he wanted to know everything about his other self. But he couldn't ask her. He had tried to even ask Junior, but he wasn't able to ask him. His tongue just was tied in knots.
She had come out of the twin's room with an armload of clothes. She seemed so tiny when she wasn't fighting his father. She didn't seem to be the fighter that he knew that she was. She stopped and looked at him and seemed to be at a loss for words as well. Her green eyes grew wide for a second and then narrowed. "What do you want?" Her voice was so cold.
"Nothing," Trunks said. "Got a meeting to go to."
She was staring right at him and she was shaking a bit. Why was she shaking?
"Are you okay?" he asked.
She clutched the bundle of children's clothes in her arms tightly. "Fine." Then she walked away.
Why was she so cold to him?
"Trunks!" Bulma roared.
"Coming," He called.
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The only consolation that he had during the day was lunch. He had run into Pan and joined her for a meal. He hardly recognized her without her bandanna. It was nice to talk to someone that wasn't in a suit or was busy groveling at his feet because they all knew that he was to become the future president of the company.
Pan gave him a shot in the arm and gave him hell for leaving with her uncle. He was able to talk a little about his adventure in space with her. Of all people, she knew what it was like out there better than anyone. Of course, he left out that 'one' planet that they visited half way through with the water nymphs. He even blushed when he remembered that place. They stayed there for three months. That was the longest they stayed anywhere before Goten literally dragged him off the planet. That was not something you talk to a girl about.
The rest of his day was quite hellish. So much for the half a day, it was ten o'clock at night now. He was tired and was glad to see that the house was quiet. He loosed his shirt and threw off his jacket. He would really have to buy some new suits.
"Are you okay mommy?" he heard the voice of Legen. What was he still doing up? It was a school night.
"I'm okay," He heard Soyna's voice whisper. "You should go back to sleep. I have a hard enough time waking you in the morning."
"You looked upset today," he said. "Why?"
"I just had some bad thoughts. They are gone now. You don't need to worry about me. I am strong enough to take it." She said.
He leaned against the wall and listened. He knew he shouldn't be. He knew that if he were caught, she would probably never ever talk to him again, even if all she did was grunt and mutter.
"You can tell me," Legen said. "I don't like seeing you upset."
She sighed. He wished he could see what was going on in there.
"You worry to much Legen. You have to worry about your school and friends. Stick with trying to figure out your video games. I am here to worry about the rest. That's what parents are for," She said. He heard the rustle of sheets.
"I'm old enough to understand now," Legen protested.
"I know you are," She whispered. "But you are to young to be burdened with such things. You have a good childhood here. Enjoy it. Now, sleep!" She said.
Legen gave out a sigh.
He didn't move quickly enough. Soyna opened the door. She stared right at him with such pain in her eyes.
"I...I..." he stammered looking for a quick excuse. She just quickly looked down and then started to walk to her own room.
Was it his fault? He wished she would talk to him, so that he could understand. So he wouldn't cause her to look like that anymore.
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The whole week was painful. He had gotten some new suits, so he wasn't too uncomfortable in the office and the ever-mounting pressures. Bulma had announced her second retirement in 2 months, enough time for her son to take over.
His only bit of pleasure was this lunches on Wednesday and Thursday. Pan was available on those days for the rest of her semester so they had a running lunch date now.
Pan was able to explain to him a little about Soyna.
"She was really close to her father," Pan said as she stuffed her mouth. One of the conditions of the lunches was that he paid for them and she certainly took advantage of it. "She has a picture of her family. She showed it to me once when I caught her staring at it. That is probably why she won't talk to you now. When Vegeta chopped off your hair, he had the same hairstyle in his older days. It was a little grayer but the same. She must have been having some horrible dreams lately too. Legen is coming over tired all the time. I caught him sleeping with the controller in his hand the other night."
"Why would Legen be tired?" Trunks said. He was hungry, but he had forgotten about his food and was listening to Pan in between her cleaning plate after plate.
"He worries about her a lot," Pan said. "He even complains that Vegeta is too rough on her when they train. The kid has a lot of heart. Are you going to eat that?" He lost his fries, before he could say yes.
"You certainly give a new meaning to starving student," Trunks had growled at her. She just smiled and kept eating.
Everyone told him that she would come around. Expect Vegeta, who told him to stay away from her. "You are upsetting her and she is not concentrating on her training." He had looked particularly upset at him that day and he hadn't done anything yet. He had just walked in the door. He must have finished training because he looked a little weary. There was a scorch mark on his arm that had torn through his training clothes. "She was just fine before you come home."
He couldn't believe how protective dad was of her! He was his own son, and here he was, more worried about that OTHER Trunk's child, over him. He had long ago accepted the fact that he wasn't going to have a normal family, muss less a normal father, but why did his sister and his OTHER selves child, get Vegeta to behave more like a father!
The only way he even knew anything about her was by talking to Pan as she stuffed her face over lunch.
"Don't judge her so harshly. She has been through a lot," Pan said when he confessed this to her. "She feels that it is all her fault. When she sees you, she sees her failure."
How could he argue with that?
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The weekend and somehow he managed to avoid working it. He tried to sleep in but was awoken by some awful crashing sounds.
When he rushed to see what it was, he found that so had Soyna and Vegeta, who had obviously been training. There was a soccer ball in the living room, covered with glass.
Vegeta crossed his arms and looked at Soyna. "They're your kids."
She rolled her eyes and left the room obviously trying to track down her children.
That was just the start of it all.
Just as he was going to head out to check up on Goten, he nearly got run over by the two boys.
"Out of the way!"
"Running for our lives!"
He didn't know who was ahead of who. As he turned, Soyna plowed into him, sending him into the wall.
They stared at each other for a bit. "It is dangerous in this house on weekends. It would be wise if you leave." Then she took off after the boys. She was quick enough to catch them. Why did she have to play the game?
That little bit of delay cost him too. His mother spotted him and he ended up clearing up some notes that he had given her on Thursday. That took another hour.
He managed to avoid his father who was looking rather bored and obviously wanted to fight.
Just as he was going to get to his car, he saw that it was already gone. Junior had already laid claim to it and he had to go back inside to get another capsule.
He couldn't avoid his father this time.
It took him until 3 o'clock to get out of the house and get over to see Goten.
Then he saw a very flustered looking Goten. He was sitting on the living room floor, with his books all over the coffee table. Junior was on the couch with a book in his lap. He was obviously trying to explain something to him.
Goten jumped up as he walked in the room. "Trunks. Oh, man. I am so glad to see you." He mustn't have had a very good week either. "Can we take a break, huh? I've been trying to grasp that for 5 hours now. I need to stretch."
Junior, who looked rather flustered himself, nodded. "I think that is all you are going to get in your head today." He closed the book.
Goten grinned. Trunks was quickly dragged upstairs, away from Junior who looked as if her were going to fall asleep right then and there.
"How are you doing?" Goten asked.
Trunks shrugged. "I feel unwelcome in my own home." He sat on his friend's bed. "I mean, dad, hates me even more than usual."
"I know what you mean. Those boys keep taking over everything. And that Benot!" Goten clenched his fists. "If that kid, calls me a wimp one more time..."
Trunks smirked. So, he wasn't the only one that was being driven up the wall. He guessed they both figured things would be the same as they were when they left.
"I just have to deal with mom all day and then dad threatening me when I get home," Trunks said.
"I have to deal with school! Horror Physics and stupid math! Then I come home and can't even spar with Pan because she has too much homework. I almost convinced Gohan but then mom stepped in and told me that I should really catch up on my studies!" Goten said as he paced his room. "You want to spar. I'm dying to fight someone."
Trunks sighed. He was sore from the beating his father had given him that morning but he couldn't turn down his friend. He remembered how trapped they had both felt in school.
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"Do you have a girlfriend yet?" Trunks asked as he missed a punch.
"Huh?" Goten said and landed one on his friends jaw, sending him into the lawn.
"A girlfriend!" Trunks said from the dirt as he sat up. "You know, a female friend. I am sure that you have a couple going after you already." He allowed himself to power down. His bangs falling over his eyes. It used to never do that.
Goten grunted. "No! I will not date one of those children! They are just kids!"
Trunks sighed. "From the man, who had a thing for my little sister!" Goten preceded to kick him for that. He had to chuckle though. He was a little sensitive on that still. He knew that he had a thing for her. He confessed one day when they were in space. Trunks knew that he thought she would wait for him. Just like his mother always waited for Goku. But she didn't wait. She married a nice doctor. He doubted that he had even talked to Bra yet. From the look on his face, Trunks could tell that he still had feeling for her and wasn't sure what to do now.
He had powered down now and helped Trunks off the ground. "Look on the bright side," Trunks offered. "You don't have to worry about my father killing you."
He grinned then. "Yeah. No woman is worth that."
Trunks shook his head. He was still in denial.
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They walked back inside and saw Pan and Junior sitting beside each other on the couch sharing a bowl of popcorn, watching a movie, something that looked rather boring.
They were sitting awful close together. Pan looked at them as they walked in.
She pointed and laughed at Trunks, "You look like you just went through a blender!" Junior just smiled. "Can't win any fights lately, huh?"
Trunks felt his face blush. Goten patted him on the back. "I did kind of work you a little hard," he said with a sheepish grin.
Trunks just sighed and collapsed in a chair across from his 'son' and Pan. They really were sitting too close together. Was there something there that he should be worrying about? "It's just been a rough week."
Goten leaned against a wall.
Pan smiled brightly and adjusted her hair, which was a little wilder today than it normally was. Maybe she ran out of hairspray. "It has been a lot of stuff to absorb in the last week. Have you talked to Soyna yet?"
The mention of his OTHER selves' daughter forced a groan to leave him.
"I'll take that as a no," Pan said. She moved a bit from Junior. "She still won't talk to you."
"Sis, is just stubborn," Junior said. "She has a lot of pressure on her shoulders and she really doesn't handle things very well lately."
"What does that mean?" Goten asked.
"She thinks the attack was all her fault. The reason that she lost everyone, was all her fault and she thinks that when or if they come, she has to take them out to make up for her past. You just remind her more of that," Junior said. "She won't even talk to me lately. She would usually tell me if something was bothering her."
"But it wasn't her fault," Goten said. "How could the attack be her fault?" He was rubbing the bandana that he now wore around his throat that looked like Pan's old one.
Junior shrugged. "I don't understand my sister all that well." He sighed and nibbled on some of the popcorn. "She has always been the type of person to stay to herself. The only one that she would really open up to was dad." His eyes flicked over Trunks.
"She doesn't see me as her father."
"I know." He said. He looked down at his lap and then at the television.
"My head is starting to hurt again," Goten complained. "Pan? Is there food in the kitchen." His voice going into a whine.
"You lazy, ass. Go see yourself!" Pan snapped at him. "What am I? A maid?" She threw the nearest thing she had. The remote. He ducked and smiled.
"But you are so good at it," he said.
Pan fumed.
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Trunks frowned as he got home late. They had watched a few movies and he was able to relax a bit, even with Junior there. He didn't seem to mind his presence as much as Soyna did. Junior was only 12 when he arrived in this time, still young and impressionable, where as, Soyna was 11 years his senior. From what he understood, he wasn't that close to his OTHER self.
He didn't like the fact that Pan and him were sitting so close together and at one point of the movie she preceded to lay her head against his shoulder. Goten seemed oblivious to this action and was concentrating on his bowl of popcorn and the mindless B rated horror move.
How could he see with his bad eyes anyway? He thought he was nearly blind! Obviously his eyes weren't that bad.
He hardly paid attention to the movie.
He knew that he shouldn't be concerned over it, but it bothered him and he really didn't understand why.
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Home.
He wondered if he would be welcome? He was glad it was quiet. When they walked into the living room, he saw a rather cute sight.
His OTHER selves' daughter was lying on the couch, even snoring slightly. Benot was curled up against her side and draped over her legs. Legen was nuzzled up against her chest and his head resting in the crook of her neck. They were all sleeping as the picture of the TV illuminated them. He was even a bit shocked to see his father, with his arms crossed, sitting in a chair, with his chin dropped to his chest and his eyes closed.
Junior smiled. "I may not understand my sister much anymore, but I do know this. She will do anything to protect those boys of hers," His voice a whisper as he looked upon her through his dark glasses. "She will make sure that no one here has to suffer through what she has suffered. I guess that's all you really have to know about her."
Trunks nodded. "Yeah. I guess that is all I do need to know."
For the first time in the week that he had been home, he didn't feel so bad anymore or worried. He smirked at himself. He just wanted to find out if he was a good father or not. At least his other self was.
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A little long winded but I think this info. Will be important later on in the story as I bring out some of the more fun stuff. (You know, battles, arguments and even a little romance....and the romance is probably not what you are expecting either...)
Do I have ya all hooked yet or what.