Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Can't Live Without You ❯ Can't Live without you ( Chapter 1 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: TrainerRachel 
Basically how a boy reacts after his bestfriend dies. Not happy.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 11.11.2001 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 586 | Status: Completed
Basically how a boy reacts after his bestfriend dies. Not happy.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 11.11.2001 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 586 | Status: Completed
TrainerRachel's Note: Ooooooooookay. I've really tried anything like this before, except for a school project, which promptly got me put with a councilor. Ok. Now for dumb stupid warnings that no one gives a shit about.
Warning #1: This is Yaio. Not a lot of it, but some.
Warning #2: This story is depressing
Warning #3: Do not read this if your a Trunks or Goten lover. Unless your messed in the mind and enjoy watching the men you like in pain like me.
Warning #4: ........There is no warning #4, dumbass!
Can't Live Without You
You know, I just found out yesterday that he died. My best friend.
I've never been a normal boy in my sixteen years. Aside from being a saiyan, that is. I've always been a happy person. People say I lit up the room when I entered. Pah, what would they think if they saw the true me? The boy who feels when someone calls him a freak or tells me to go back to my own planet. I don't think anyone ever knew the real me.
Except him.
My friend.
My best friend.
How I wished it could have been more than that. I used to come home from school with tears streaming down my face to you. Other's would run and throw things at me. They never hit me, but it opened a wound over and over again, crushing my soul. But you would lift me up and let the wound heal, leaving faint scars. You'd take me in your arms and hold me their till my sobs and tears were no more.
How I ache for your touch.
We never went to the same school. You were always taught by tutor's or your mother would teach you. My mother wanted the same for me. But I didn't. Unlike some people. I can't stand the quiet. It slowly kills me. I wanted interaction. I wanted friends. I begged my mother to let me go to school. But no one wanted a freak as a friend.
Much less a gay freak.
Except you. But I wanted to be something more, but I never told you. You'd hate me and push me away in disgust, just like the other's.But now you're gone. The silence is intolerable. I remember coming home yesterday from school to my house. I was planning on loosing my book bag and flying over to your house. As I entered my family's same house, I wasn't prepared with what I saw.
//Flash back\\
I just walked into the small house. The familiar smell of flowers and cinnamon floating out the kitchen window. I walked in throwing my bag down on the floor.
"Kaasan, I'm home," I called out. I could hear low murmurs coming from the living room. I stuck my head in the living room. The suprise and worry must have shown on my face before I pulled over my happy mask because my mother hurried over to me. I didn't like the look on her face. Nope. Not one damn bit.
"Son! I need to talk to you. Come in here," Kaasan said, she pulled me past all the people crowded in there. I hadn't really paid attention to them before. Now I realized who they were. Everyone. All the "Z warrior's" as we were called. Except one. I can't place who though. There faces were tear streaked and full of pity . To me. I don't like being pitied. I followed my Kaasan to a couch were she firmly pushed me down.
"Kaasan? Whats going on?" My voice was full of panic now. I didn't like the way everyone was looking at me. There eyes eating at my soul, making me sit back as far as I could on the couch. Just like school. Like always.
Kaasan gave me a sad sympathetic smile as if I was a two year old, trying to explain something bad to me. I don't like this face. "Dear, something's happened. There's been an accident...... He took too big a mouthful of food...and... It got stuck... I'm sorry."
I started to sweat everywhere. Their eyes were setting my body on fire with there gaze. Who was Kaasan talking about? Let's see. Who was I missing? I look over at everyone crowded around me. I can see Gohan, my Kaasan, Bulma, Vegeta, Tien, Chow-zu, Yamcha, Krillan, Piccolo (suprising enough), Bra, Pan, Marron, Juuhachi-gou.......... Trunks?!!
"Kaasan? Where's Trunks?!!" My voice was panicked. My heart was pounding. She gave me a small pity look.
No. No, it couldn't be, my mind thought. Nonononononononononono.......
Suddenly, I couldn't stand it anymore. Everyone's body pushed up against mine. I couldn't breath. I was squished.
I ran out of the room, through the door. Literally through the door. I couldn't think. All I could see was Trunks' body lying on the kitchen floor. His face, grey with a painful look of desperation to breath the precious clean air.
//end Flash back\\
Now, I sit under a cherry blossom tree. Hn. I don't deserve such beauty. It should have been me who died. Not Trunks. Not beautiful wonderful Trunks. I've lowered my ki to an unnoticeable level. I don't want to be interrupted when I do this. The blossoms rain around my numb body. Everything had gone numb ever since it happened.
I wonder where he is now. Is he in heaven? Surely so. How could he possibly not go to heaven. I curse silently for my stupidity. I feel the time is ready. I should join Trunks. We belong together. I never have the chance to tell him, I like- no, LOVE him. I'll tell him when I join him in the afterlife. No one will be able to resurrect me. Drowning and suffocation are, in a way, natural.
I slowly get up and walk over to the small but deep murky pond. In the spring mid day sun, this place is so beautiful. Like now. This is where I planned to someday confess my love to him. Now it's too late to do it here. The least I can do for him is to die here.
I take a deep breath and let it out slowly. My last breath of air. I walk into the chilly water. Weeds intangible me around my feet, but I don't care. I walk deeper and deeper. The cold is everywhere now. Funny. I never cried for Trunks. But I am now. Tears fall down my face, blurring my vision. The water is up to my eyes. I can no longer tell of the wetness coming from my eyes. It is everywhere.
I walked deeper. I felt the stress's of the water pressure combined with the need for oxygen to enter my lungs, but I ignore it. Don't worry my love. I'll be there soon.
I move deeper........darker.........
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When I came back to my senses. I was covered with a warm gooie feeling. I open my eyes to find there already open. I can't see anything. Just swirls of black and red.
In a panic I call out for him. Have I come to join him? Where is he?
"Trunks? Trunks?!! Where are you?"
".......Goten? What are you doing here?"
I ignore his question. Relief floods over me. But I still can't see him
"Trunks, where are you? I can't see you......... Why can't I see you?"
".............. Because this is hell."
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END IT!!!!
Alright, alright, calm down you peoples out there. I could have done ten times more angst. But I didn't. So be happy with what you get.
For those viewer's out there, who have little to no brains, this was from Goten's point of view.
Why they ended up in hell is a mystery. Try and figure it out yourself. It will drive you crazy!
Warning #1: This is Yaio. Not a lot of it, but some.
Warning #2: This story is depressing
Warning #3: Do not read this if your a Trunks or Goten lover. Unless your messed in the mind and enjoy watching the men you like in pain like me.
Warning #4: ........There is no warning #4, dumbass!
Can't Live Without You
You know, I just found out yesterday that he died. My best friend.
I've never been a normal boy in my sixteen years. Aside from being a saiyan, that is. I've always been a happy person. People say I lit up the room when I entered. Pah, what would they think if they saw the true me? The boy who feels when someone calls him a freak or tells me to go back to my own planet. I don't think anyone ever knew the real me.
Except him.
My friend.
My best friend.
How I wished it could have been more than that. I used to come home from school with tears streaming down my face to you. Other's would run and throw things at me. They never hit me, but it opened a wound over and over again, crushing my soul. But you would lift me up and let the wound heal, leaving faint scars. You'd take me in your arms and hold me their till my sobs and tears were no more.
How I ache for your touch.
We never went to the same school. You were always taught by tutor's or your mother would teach you. My mother wanted the same for me. But I didn't. Unlike some people. I can't stand the quiet. It slowly kills me. I wanted interaction. I wanted friends. I begged my mother to let me go to school. But no one wanted a freak as a friend.
Much less a gay freak.
Except you. But I wanted to be something more, but I never told you. You'd hate me and push me away in disgust, just like the other's.But now you're gone. The silence is intolerable. I remember coming home yesterday from school to my house. I was planning on loosing my book bag and flying over to your house. As I entered my family's same house, I wasn't prepared with what I saw.
//Flash back\\
I just walked into the small house. The familiar smell of flowers and cinnamon floating out the kitchen window. I walked in throwing my bag down on the floor.
"Kaasan, I'm home," I called out. I could hear low murmurs coming from the living room. I stuck my head in the living room. The suprise and worry must have shown on my face before I pulled over my happy mask because my mother hurried over to me. I didn't like the look on her face. Nope. Not one damn bit.
"Son! I need to talk to you. Come in here," Kaasan said, she pulled me past all the people crowded in there. I hadn't really paid attention to them before. Now I realized who they were. Everyone. All the "Z warrior's" as we were called. Except one. I can't place who though. There faces were tear streaked and full of pity . To me. I don't like being pitied. I followed my Kaasan to a couch were she firmly pushed me down.
"Kaasan? Whats going on?" My voice was full of panic now. I didn't like the way everyone was looking at me. There eyes eating at my soul, making me sit back as far as I could on the couch. Just like school. Like always.
Kaasan gave me a sad sympathetic smile as if I was a two year old, trying to explain something bad to me. I don't like this face. "Dear, something's happened. There's been an accident...... He took too big a mouthful of food...and... It got stuck... I'm sorry."
I started to sweat everywhere. Their eyes were setting my body on fire with there gaze. Who was Kaasan talking about? Let's see. Who was I missing? I look over at everyone crowded around me. I can see Gohan, my Kaasan, Bulma, Vegeta, Tien, Chow-zu, Yamcha, Krillan, Piccolo (suprising enough), Bra, Pan, Marron, Juuhachi-gou.......... Trunks?!!
"Kaasan? Where's Trunks?!!" My voice was panicked. My heart was pounding. She gave me a small pity look.
No. No, it couldn't be, my mind thought. Nonononononononononono.......
Suddenly, I couldn't stand it anymore. Everyone's body pushed up against mine. I couldn't breath. I was squished.
I ran out of the room, through the door. Literally through the door. I couldn't think. All I could see was Trunks' body lying on the kitchen floor. His face, grey with a painful look of desperation to breath the precious clean air.
//end Flash back\\
Now, I sit under a cherry blossom tree. Hn. I don't deserve such beauty. It should have been me who died. Not Trunks. Not beautiful wonderful Trunks. I've lowered my ki to an unnoticeable level. I don't want to be interrupted when I do this. The blossoms rain around my numb body. Everything had gone numb ever since it happened.
I wonder where he is now. Is he in heaven? Surely so. How could he possibly not go to heaven. I curse silently for my stupidity. I feel the time is ready. I should join Trunks. We belong together. I never have the chance to tell him, I like- no, LOVE him. I'll tell him when I join him in the afterlife. No one will be able to resurrect me. Drowning and suffocation are, in a way, natural.
I slowly get up and walk over to the small but deep murky pond. In the spring mid day sun, this place is so beautiful. Like now. This is where I planned to someday confess my love to him. Now it's too late to do it here. The least I can do for him is to die here.
I take a deep breath and let it out slowly. My last breath of air. I walk into the chilly water. Weeds intangible me around my feet, but I don't care. I walk deeper and deeper. The cold is everywhere now. Funny. I never cried for Trunks. But I am now. Tears fall down my face, blurring my vision. The water is up to my eyes. I can no longer tell of the wetness coming from my eyes. It is everywhere.
I walked deeper. I felt the stress's of the water pressure combined with the need for oxygen to enter my lungs, but I ignore it. Don't worry my love. I'll be there soon.
I move deeper........darker.........
-------------------------------
When I came back to my senses. I was covered with a warm gooie feeling. I open my eyes to find there already open. I can't see anything. Just swirls of black and red.
In a panic I call out for him. Have I come to join him? Where is he?
"Trunks? Trunks?!! Where are you?"
".......Goten? What are you doing here?"
I ignore his question. Relief floods over me. But I still can't see him
"Trunks, where are you? I can't see you......... Why can't I see you?"
".............. Because this is hell."
__________________________________________
END IT!!!!
Alright, alright, calm down you peoples out there. I could have done ten times more angst. But I didn't. So be happy with what you get.
For those viewer's out there, who have little to no brains, this was from Goten's point of view.
Why they ended up in hell is a mystery. Try and figure it out yourself. It will drive you crazy!