AN: I KNOW, I KNOW, this is a very surprising treat right? Two new chapters in the same day!
However, I know this chapter is very short but I've got my reasons for wanting to put this out so quickly. (Selfish reasons of course, #1 being that I'm an asshole and I love to end things with cliffhangers and heartbreaks and lots of anguish.)
A quick thank you to Charismatic Beauty and wistfulmuse for being able to review before I slapped this chapter up into the mix.
Charismatic Beauty: Thank you! I love the Trunks/Goten pair and I could honestly come up with 3,000 different AU story lines and plots for years to come. I hope you follow this story to the end! (and don't hate me too much for what might happen in the upcoming chapters.)
wistfulmuse: Hmmm, maybe not! Perhaps Tate is a much more dynamic character with a disturbing backstory than I first originally thought him to be and have, (wow, when did my characters start controlling the story? They're becoming self-aware, alert someone!) No, but seriously I do like that you picked up on that.
ENJOY THE NEW CHAPTER!
Thankfully, I hadn't had any uninvited intruders when I'd made it home nor the next day or the next several days.
I had seen Tate since then. While things started out fine in the beginning, more than fine actually, I'd been a little guarded since the incident. However the day after the walk-in incident, I did go on the lunch outing we'd planned. It wasn't bad, it wasn't forced. It was like things were back to normal again. My heart stuttered a few beats when I felt the tips of his fingers brushing the inside of my wrist but I'd eagerly obliged him and we'd walked hand-in-hand.
The week trudged on and I made a few phone calls home, all of them ending the same way, my mother begging me to come home. I'd written a few more letters to Trunks, and stashed them away in a box at the bottom of my closet. I'd actually picked the phone up to call him once or twice but thought against it when I realized how exhausting it would be.
After my run in with Marron, I'd hoped to not see her again and Dende, the Kais and whoever else must have all been looking out for me because I hadn't seen her. That didn't mean that I wouldn't and I needed to prepare myself for that.
It wasn't like I truly thought Marron didn't deserve a guy like Trunks, if I'm being honest, everyone deserves a guy like Trunks. Someone like Trunks. He's intelligent, he's funny and he's caring. He's the perfect combination of one's best friend and lover. He'll protect you to his dying breath if it's possible and he'll love you until his dying breath.
Everyone deserves a man or woman like Trunks but not anyone deserves Trunks.
That's selfish of me, I know, but I. I love him. I've always loved him and I always thought he'd love me too.
It's selfish of me, but I never thought I'd get over him.
But I am.
My first day at Teuchi Soba Daian went pretty good, I won't say that it was easy because it wasn't by any means. They had me bouncing around to learn a bit of everything. Naturally I was best at making the food and drink, not so much at serving them because I'd get flustered at every flirtatious wink from any of my patrons, however I did earn quite a good haul of tips. For the next few weeks, my schedule would be absolutely hectic. I'd be working both night and morning shifts, sometimes scheduled to pull doubles just because I needed to get the training and because I'd be happier without being at that empty shell of a home.
Walking home however, wasn't good. It was late and I was pretty sure I was lost but there was no way in hell that I was going to admit that. So I wandered around for a while and eventually found myself, well, on the other end of the town and it was much later than when I'd started this little misadventure. Annoyed, I started to backtrack hoping that I'd see a landmark that would lead me to home or to work. Instead, I found a group of guys twice my size. Great. I didn't think they'd be a threat at first until I'd passed them on the opposite street with my head ducked down.
"HEY YOU!"
I flinched. This wouldn't be good. For them.
"Yeah?" I turned around and cocked my head to the side, almost arrogant in the movement. "Can I help you with something?" Again, I spoke cockily. Vegeta would probably be proud no doubt.
"What did you say, you piece of garbage?" One of the taller, wider ones growled at me and he and another started advancing toward me. Soon after the other three, they begin coming this way too.
I huffed and stooped to a fighting stance. I could mess them up easily, under normal circumstances. The silver bracelet on my wrist reminded me that this wouldn't be as easy as a normal situation. "What are you waiting on, you pieces of garbage?"
This truly must have set them off because the first two lunged and I dodged them both effortlessly, managing to punch each of them once before ducking back around and hopping back. Hit and dodge, wear them down like that since I couldn't use my ki to put more energy and strength into my hits and end it much more quickly.
Another lunged at me, it seemed this one must have some kind of martial arts training because he kept up to par with me for a while until I smashed my elbow into his nose. I'd sensed the two behind me starting to clamber to their feet but was also trying to weave out of the way of the other two who'd moved simultaneously to punch at me. While I'd dodged the punches, I'd evaded them to no avail and was quickly held back by the two behind me.
Fuck. FUCK.
This was terrible. Only one thing left to do.
I reached up and unclasped the bracelet from my wrist and powered up. The wave of energy alone was enough to shove the 5 over-sized piss smelling assailants back from me in all directions.
Trunks P.O.V.
I'd nearly fallen off the couch when I felt it, the flare of power that I'd been trying to lock onto for a week or better. My wide eyes met with my sister's and mother's and I started to speak, however my mother beat me to it.
"Trunks, don't you dare,"
"Yeah, you leave him alone Trunks, don't you think you've done enough." Bulla adds, I glare at her then turn to scowl at my mother.
"I've not done anything to him! I just want to know he's okay," I try defending myself but even the words taste dirty in my mouth and I know it's not entirely true. I did hurt him. I know he's okay, I just want to see him. My heart's pounding in my ears now and I can't breathe, he's not that far away, just a couple cities away.
It was my sister who'd decided to speak again, sassy as ever with her hands balled in fists on her hips, "You felt it, same as I, he's okay. Don't even do it Trunks, he doesn't want to be around you or else he'd call you when he calls mother and ChiChi." Though once she's said it, she freezes not just because she knows it was entirely awful to say but because I didn't even know he'd called home.
"He...He calls you?" I turn to face my mother, looking guilty as hell. Of course she does. She's never mentioned it to me. I don't give her a chance before I question once more, "What does he say? He's okay?" Does he talk about me?
Mother ignores me and rubs the bridge of her nose with a frown. "Trunks, you're going to do whatever it is you want, so just...don't make this any harder than it has to be. Either go or don't, but know that he left here without telling you for a reason. He left here without telling any of us for a reason."
I take it as a dismissal and bolt for the door, ignoring the echoing 'Trunks!' that I hear from behind me. Once I'm in the cool night air, I lift off and take to the sky, trying not to flare my ki so actively just in case Goten feels it and feels me coming. My heart is in my throat and I feel like I'm going to simultaneously scream, cry and throw up.
The way his own energy is fluctuating, I can tell he's fighting. That only makes me want to power up and fly to him faster but I can't-I don't. He'll feel it and he'll leave. My cerulean blue eyes close and I focus on the feel of his energy, it's so warm and it feels like home. I'm almost there, I'm almost there Goten.
Goten's P.O.V.
It's not hard to fight them off, however I end up having to dodge a few bullets Saiyaman style-Gohan would love that-and Frisbee a trash can lid at one of them. Two down and three to go, it's moving along perfectly.
Until I feel that flying streak of energy headed for me. My heart stops and I freeze for a second, opening up a weak spot and getting myself punched in the mouth for it.
Trunks. Kami, no. Not now, don't do this to me.
I swing a heavy right arm and connect with someone's jaw before I wipe away the blood streaking from my mouth. I spit it onto the ground and lunge for the one that hit me. My fist connects with his face several times and I find myself getting lost in the fight once more, ignoring the approaching demi-Saiyan headed straight for me. I'm caught not paying attention once more and someone grabs my foot and slings me around, I collide with a fence and slump with a grunt. Man, I was getting weak. I chalked it up to not being able to use my ki properly for a while. And not training.
I spit out onto the ground and bring myself up to my feet again. This time; I'm too annoyed to care who feels my power and comes flying my way. Yelling aloud, I clench my fists and flare my ki outward, my eyes squeeze shut and I soon feel the warm energy bursting around me. My hair stands on end and when I open my eyes again, there's a dusky golden glow lighting the darkened street.
In my Super state, I surge toward them and slam my fist into the first one's face, effectively launching him halfway down the street. I turn to round on the other two who're holding their fists up in surrender, muttering about how they're sorry.
Before I can make a move though, I'm cut off by another yelling, blur of golden yellow flying past me and right for the thugs on the ground.
"Trunks?" I ask, shakily, seriously about to void all the contents in my stomach.
AN: WOAH, look at that. Much angst.
I love it, I really do. Someone stop me.
I know it's short, but call it a filler chapter with (almost) important things in it! Cause I love you and I owe you all some updates!
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