Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ A Simple Plan ❯ Changes... ( Chapter 6 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Tenshi no Sendo 
The truth comes out, but what happens next?
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Horror / Action / Martial Arts | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 12.02.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 179 | Status: Work In Progress
The truth comes out, but what happens next?
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Horror / Action / Martial Arts | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 12.02.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 179 | Status: Work In Progress
A/N: Thanks everyone who's reviewed. I'm glad you're liking this one, despite what it's about! @_@ Anywho, here's a fresh chapter for you all. Hope you like it too, and please review. ^____^
It’s been almost an hour since the “talk”. His words are still seeping into my head. He wants to help? He wants to…fix me? I’m not something he can fix! There’s no way to help someone beyond help, is there? He left me by the lake, understanding that I needed the time. I’m amazed he left, knowing what I am.
A rush of air is my first warning. Unable to sense his ki, the hand on my shoulder makes me jump. He squeezed my shoulder gently, before taking a seat next to me. We sit in silence for a while, the only sound is that of myself breathing heavily, still trying to calm myself back down.
‘Trunks…’ I turn away slowly, wanting to curl up into myself. Why do they care? Why do any of them care? I don’t know what happened, but all I know is that strong arms have wrapped round me, pulling me into their warmth. I doubt I’d be able to leave them even if I wanted to.
‘We all care about you. We don’t want to loose you.’ An arm loosens itself, beginning to stroke my back, comforting, warm, safe. I wish I could believe that, but it’s too hard. If they cared so much for me, they would’ve stayed there. They could’ve stopped Cell. Saved her…
My head is tilted up, my eyes forced to lock in on his face. The only person I’ve ever been able to confide in. The only one I’ve ever trusted. He’s watching me, the silence stretching between us. Something in his gaze makes me want to break down my walls, unlock the gates and let everything out. But I can’t. There’s no way I’d tell him, tell any of them.
His gaze turns sad as I pull away, my gaze drops to the grass. I tried. I’m sorry, but I just can’t do it. Not anymore. The arms tighten round me once more, drawing me into a warm lap where I curl up. I don’t know why I’m acting like such a kid, I just am. I want this even though I don’t deserve it.
‘Trunks, stop it.’ I look up, seeing a sight I never wanted to see again. Someone’s crying because of me. Silent tears roll down his face as I watch him in shock. One of the most powerful fighters in the universe, and he’s crying because of me.
I look back to the floor, unable to believe that he’s crying for me. I’m worthless. He shouldn’t have to feel this way because of me. I can feel him shaking still, trying to hold back his tears.
A sob tears from his throat, causing my head to snap up, eyes locking to his face. His eyes have puffed up, red, raw, all because of me… His head hangs, fists clench. I can even feel his Ki fluctuating around us.
I tried to pull away, but I didn’t get far. The more I struggled, the tighter the grip on me got. I collapsed against his chest, tears falling without my consent. This is why I left my own time, but it’s happening here too. Only this time, it’s not Sengen, it’s Son Gohan.
I’m hurting the people I care most for. I came to this time to get things over and done with, not to get attached again. He wraps his arms around me and for the first time in ages, I feel safe, comfortable. But I can’t stay there. I don’t deserve it.
‘Don’t. Please Trunks.’ The arms refuse to let me go, but I knew that’d happen before I even tried. I need to get away though. All I’m doing here is causing pain. Why? Why do they even care about me after what I did? It’s my fault, all my fault. I wasn’t there and now she’s gone. They’ve all gone.
‘Tell me…what happened? Why are you….?’ His voice breaks as he whispers to me, pleading to be let in. I can’t though. I can’t let him know about my failure. I can’t pull him down to my level. I feel his arms tighten around me, almost as if in response to my own thoughts. The feeling brings me some comfort, but I still know I can’t tell him.
‘Please, I want to know. I want to help.’ His grip loosens slightly and I know it’s his way of showing he doesn’t want to force me into telling, but it still feels that way. I know he’ll carry on asking until he knows, but that means I have to let him know all of it.
His head turns away, looking across the expanse of water. The tears have stopped, but his face is still sad. If I tell him it’ll only make things worse. Even if I wanted to tell, I couldn’t do that to him. I drop my head only to find Gohan is holding it up, looking down at me. He doesn’t say a word, his eyes say everything he wants to say.
A short nod and I break down. I tell him everything and everything about me and my fucked up life. One word and the rest tumbled out after it. I want to stop, but I cant. I don’t know why, but there’s something forcing me not to.
The tears pour as the story flows, nothing stopping either of them. I tell him about getting back to my time. About Cell. About mother… The arms around me pull me tighter, offering what comfort and support they can. I tell him about her burial. I tell him about the events that lead me to finding Sengen and Suchi…
Then I freeze. I can’t tell him the rest. I can’t tell him about what happened to me once I joined up with them. I’ve already told him too much. This’ll only hurt him.
I can feel my body starting to shiver and it’s not because of me crying. I haven’t had a chance to refresh myself. My body needs another shot, but I can’t do it. Gohan is right next to me and it doesn’t seem like he’ll be letting go any time soon. I’m going to be forced to, but what can I say?
Raising my eyes slowly, I find him watching me, eyes full of sadness, or is it pity? My eyes quickly snap shut and my head turns away. I can’t watch him now. I can’t take his pity. Everything happened and I can’t change it now. I can’t change my past, so why bother living in it?
The arms unwrap themselves from me as Gohan places me down, moving over to the waters edge. I watch his movements, unable to look away. I want to leave, but my body betrays me. It won’t work, it wont let me stand up and go.
He heads back over to me, something in his hand. A cloth, a damp cloth. It’s blue, the same colour as the Gi he’s wearing. He stops in front of me, crouching down to my level. A hesitant hand reaches out, wiping my face carefully. My gaze lifts slightly, looking up to his eyes before shying away. I don’t know why he’s doing this, why he’s trying to help me.
‘Trunks…’ He sighs heavily, before tossing the cloth away, looking over to it as it drops to the earth again. I watch, not wanting to see the look on Gohan’s face. I know exactly what’s going to come next.
‘We all care too much about you to let you do this to yourself. Please Trunks, just…..stop this….’ My body begins to shiver and I can’t stop it. I think he knows why though as I soon feel his arms back round me, holding me firmly, but carefully in place.
‘Where are they?’ His warm breath tickles my ear but I wince slightly at the words. Shakily, I reach into my pocket, drawing out the few sticks I brought with me. I watch with morbid curiosity as my sleeve is rolled back. His hand rubs the crook of my elbow as the other brings round a single stick, injecting its sweet heat into me.
‘It’s alright…..just relax……I’m here for you…..’ The last words I hear before sleep overtakes me…
It’s been almost an hour since the “talk”. His words are still seeping into my head. He wants to help? He wants to…fix me? I’m not something he can fix! There’s no way to help someone beyond help, is there? He left me by the lake, understanding that I needed the time. I’m amazed he left, knowing what I am.
A rush of air is my first warning. Unable to sense his ki, the hand on my shoulder makes me jump. He squeezed my shoulder gently, before taking a seat next to me. We sit in silence for a while, the only sound is that of myself breathing heavily, still trying to calm myself back down.
‘Trunks…’ I turn away slowly, wanting to curl up into myself. Why do they care? Why do any of them care? I don’t know what happened, but all I know is that strong arms have wrapped round me, pulling me into their warmth. I doubt I’d be able to leave them even if I wanted to.
‘We all care about you. We don’t want to loose you.’ An arm loosens itself, beginning to stroke my back, comforting, warm, safe. I wish I could believe that, but it’s too hard. If they cared so much for me, they would’ve stayed there. They could’ve stopped Cell. Saved her…
My head is tilted up, my eyes forced to lock in on his face. The only person I’ve ever been able to confide in. The only one I’ve ever trusted. He’s watching me, the silence stretching between us. Something in his gaze makes me want to break down my walls, unlock the gates and let everything out. But I can’t. There’s no way I’d tell him, tell any of them.
His gaze turns sad as I pull away, my gaze drops to the grass. I tried. I’m sorry, but I just can’t do it. Not anymore. The arms tighten round me once more, drawing me into a warm lap where I curl up. I don’t know why I’m acting like such a kid, I just am. I want this even though I don’t deserve it.
‘Trunks, stop it.’ I look up, seeing a sight I never wanted to see again. Someone’s crying because of me. Silent tears roll down his face as I watch him in shock. One of the most powerful fighters in the universe, and he’s crying because of me.
I look back to the floor, unable to believe that he’s crying for me. I’m worthless. He shouldn’t have to feel this way because of me. I can feel him shaking still, trying to hold back his tears.
A sob tears from his throat, causing my head to snap up, eyes locking to his face. His eyes have puffed up, red, raw, all because of me… His head hangs, fists clench. I can even feel his Ki fluctuating around us.
I tried to pull away, but I didn’t get far. The more I struggled, the tighter the grip on me got. I collapsed against his chest, tears falling without my consent. This is why I left my own time, but it’s happening here too. Only this time, it’s not Sengen, it’s Son Gohan.
I’m hurting the people I care most for. I came to this time to get things over and done with, not to get attached again. He wraps his arms around me and for the first time in ages, I feel safe, comfortable. But I can’t stay there. I don’t deserve it.
‘Don’t. Please Trunks.’ The arms refuse to let me go, but I knew that’d happen before I even tried. I need to get away though. All I’m doing here is causing pain. Why? Why do they even care about me after what I did? It’s my fault, all my fault. I wasn’t there and now she’s gone. They’ve all gone.
‘Tell me…what happened? Why are you….?’ His voice breaks as he whispers to me, pleading to be let in. I can’t though. I can’t let him know about my failure. I can’t pull him down to my level. I feel his arms tighten around me, almost as if in response to my own thoughts. The feeling brings me some comfort, but I still know I can’t tell him.
‘Please, I want to know. I want to help.’ His grip loosens slightly and I know it’s his way of showing he doesn’t want to force me into telling, but it still feels that way. I know he’ll carry on asking until he knows, but that means I have to let him know all of it.
His head turns away, looking across the expanse of water. The tears have stopped, but his face is still sad. If I tell him it’ll only make things worse. Even if I wanted to tell, I couldn’t do that to him. I drop my head only to find Gohan is holding it up, looking down at me. He doesn’t say a word, his eyes say everything he wants to say.
A short nod and I break down. I tell him everything and everything about me and my fucked up life. One word and the rest tumbled out after it. I want to stop, but I cant. I don’t know why, but there’s something forcing me not to.
The tears pour as the story flows, nothing stopping either of them. I tell him about getting back to my time. About Cell. About mother… The arms around me pull me tighter, offering what comfort and support they can. I tell him about her burial. I tell him about the events that lead me to finding Sengen and Suchi…
Then I freeze. I can’t tell him the rest. I can’t tell him about what happened to me once I joined up with them. I’ve already told him too much. This’ll only hurt him.
I can feel my body starting to shiver and it’s not because of me crying. I haven’t had a chance to refresh myself. My body needs another shot, but I can’t do it. Gohan is right next to me and it doesn’t seem like he’ll be letting go any time soon. I’m going to be forced to, but what can I say?
Raising my eyes slowly, I find him watching me, eyes full of sadness, or is it pity? My eyes quickly snap shut and my head turns away. I can’t watch him now. I can’t take his pity. Everything happened and I can’t change it now. I can’t change my past, so why bother living in it?
The arms unwrap themselves from me as Gohan places me down, moving over to the waters edge. I watch his movements, unable to look away. I want to leave, but my body betrays me. It won’t work, it wont let me stand up and go.
He heads back over to me, something in his hand. A cloth, a damp cloth. It’s blue, the same colour as the Gi he’s wearing. He stops in front of me, crouching down to my level. A hesitant hand reaches out, wiping my face carefully. My gaze lifts slightly, looking up to his eyes before shying away. I don’t know why he’s doing this, why he’s trying to help me.
‘Trunks…’ He sighs heavily, before tossing the cloth away, looking over to it as it drops to the earth again. I watch, not wanting to see the look on Gohan’s face. I know exactly what’s going to come next.
‘We all care too much about you to let you do this to yourself. Please Trunks, just…..stop this….’ My body begins to shiver and I can’t stop it. I think he knows why though as I soon feel his arms back round me, holding me firmly, but carefully in place.
‘Where are they?’ His warm breath tickles my ear but I wince slightly at the words. Shakily, I reach into my pocket, drawing out the few sticks I brought with me. I watch with morbid curiosity as my sleeve is rolled back. His hand rubs the crook of my elbow as the other brings round a single stick, injecting its sweet heat into me.
‘It’s alright…..just relax……I’m here for you…..’ The last words I hear before sleep overtakes me…