Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Craved and Forbidden ❯ Paradise ( Chapter 11 )
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By: teengohanluva4eva 
Last chapter. Will Gohan manage to save Trunks in time????
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Drama / Suspense / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 07.11.2009 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.8K | Visits: 289 | Status: Completed
Last chapter. Will Gohan manage to save Trunks in time????
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Drama / Suspense / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 07.11.2009 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.8K | Visits: 289 | Status: Completed
Last chappie then. It is finished at last! Lol J Hope you enjoy it!
Disclaimer: *Sighs* Nope, haven’t managed it. But would just like to take this moment to tell all how shit the disgrace of a movie they’ve brought out is. Haven’t seen it, refuse, as from the adverts you can tell it would be rubbish, low and behold it has crap reviews. Shocker!
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Goten arrived at Capsule Corp. with his mother dressed in his best suit and waited patiently for Bulma and Vegeta. He, too, had been relieved Trunks was back but now it seems everything was worse and there was nothing he could do to help his friend. If he could get a hold of that Monica he’d –
“Goten!”
The dark-haired teen smiled encouragingly to the woman he’d known his whole life running towards him. He embraced her warmly and looked into her face. It had only been a week and she’d aged terribly.
“Thank you so much for being here. And you Chi-Chi.”
“Of course,” his mother said, embracing Bulma. “Have you heard anything at all about Bra?”
“No,” Bulma whispered tearfully, her body shaking so the younger woman took her aside to sit awhile.
Goten greeted Vegeta who, if possible, looked more sullen than normal.
“Vegeta.”
Vegeta nodded and then continued to stare absently through the glass doors as he waited for his wife to compose herself.
“We…we should probably get going…” Bulma said, starting to rise from the sofa.
“There’s no rush, Bulma. It’s just before 9, there’s plenty of time, you kn –”
But Goten was cut off when Vegeta started making a choking sound and he hurried to the man’s side.
“Vegeta, what is it?”
Vegeta merely stared through the doors and when Goten followed his gaze he saw his brother land in front of the doors and come rushing through with Bra in his arms. Bulma screamed and Bra ran over to her, jumping into her arms. Vegeta rushed over to them and, in an unusual act of emotion, threw his arms around them both.
“Gohan!”
Chi-Chi ran over to her son and clamped herself around him. Goten joined her and soon there was much joyful laughter in the air.
“Gohan, where have you been?” Chi-Chi cried, unable to believe her son was back.
“Yeah, man, where’ve you been?”
Gohan suddenly stopped smiling and thoroughly ashamed of himself he hung his head. “I…I can’t tell you…not yet. Look,” he said hurriedly, detaching himself from his mother. “Is Trunks still in jail?”
“He’s in court today,” Bulma filled in, not quite believing that she held her daughter in her arms.
“Today? What time?”
“Ten,” his brother chimed in.
“Ten?” Gohan looked at the clock in the reception room. “There’s only an hour! We have to hurry.”
“Calm down, Gohan. It’s only 20 minutes to the Court House.”
“Yes, but you don’t understand!” Gohan knew he wasn’t making any sense but he just had to save Trunks. “Come on, we have to stop this from happening!”
“But, Gohan, how? I mean…Gohan?...Gohan!”
They reached the Court House within 15 minutes after chasing Gohan out the house and now Gohan was running around the corridors like a mad man.
“Gohan!” Goten finally managed to get hold of his brother and he grabbed him by the shoulders shaking him soundly. “Gohan? What’s going on?”
“I have to find her!”
“Her? Who Gohan?”
“That bitch who’s doing this to Trunks!”
“What, Monica?” Goten looked at his brother like he had gone insane. “But why?”
“Because she has to…”
Gohan stopped dead as he saw a water cooler halfway down the corridor they were currently standing in the middle of. It was quite busy, people walking up and down, but their actions weren’t bringing them any unwanted attention. It seemed this was normal behaviour in a Court House. He rushed over to it and quickly poured a cup of the cool liquid.
“That’s it, mate,” Goten said encouragingly. “Have a drink and calm down.”
Then he watched curiously as his brother fished a small brown bag from his pocket and pulled out a small white pill. He dropped it into the water and swirled it slightly until it had disappeared.
“Gohan? What are you -?”
“Shh!” the older demi-Saiyan whispered. He looked satisfied and straightened up his eyes darting about wildly. “How much time have we got?”
“Um,” Goten checked his watch. “15 minutes.”
“Shit!” Gohan cursed, taking his brother quite aback, Gohan very rarely swore and certainly not so loudly.
“Why? What are you –?”
Then he was cut off as he saw the object of their conversation walk up the stairs. Gohan followed his eyes and concluded this must be the creature from Hell he wanted so badly to rip apart with his bare hands. He grinned and turned to walk over to her when two pairs of strong hands gripped his shoulders and pulled him back.
“Well, what a stupid thing to do,” he heard a raspy voice say behind him.
“Son Gohan,” he heard another voice say. “We are arresting you for aiding and abetting a…”
“No!” Gohan cried, twisting in their grip to face them. “No, you don’t understand!”
“Oh, we understand perfectly, Mr. Son. Now if you would just let us finish reading you your rights…”
“Goten!” Gohan thrust the cup in his brothers hands desperately. “Make her drink it! She has to drink it!”
Gohan continued to call this as he was being manhandled down the corridor until he was out of sight. Goten looked dumbfounded at the polystyrene cup and then over to Monica. What had Gohan put in it? Was it dangerous? Gohan wouldn’t harm her…would he? He was acting really odd but…
“Goten! Goten, we’re going in now,” he heard his mother call. “Where’s Gohan gone?”
“Um,” Goten gulped. “Toilet?”
“Well, he knows where we’ll be. Come on we have to sit down.”
“Right, but first I have to…”
“Goten!”
Goten dropped his head and went to obediently follow his mother into the spectators balcony when he thought about how much his brother had done for him in the past. Surely he could do this one thing for him now? So he made B-line for her when her solicitor blocked his path.
“I hope you’re not planning on talking to my client as that could be classed as…”
“No, I’m not trying to, look I just thought!”
“I don’t care what you think, now kindly back away from my client. She is needed in court.”
Goten stepped back and watched crestfallen as the group walked past him. He determinedly refused to look at Monica and hated himself for letting Gohan down. He was about to turn and walk back to the spectators balcony when he felt the cup being lifted from his fingers. He looked up to see Monica had taken the drink from him and turned back to him to poke her tongue out. Goten couldn’t believe his luck. She thought she was being cheeky and she’d done exactly what he’d wanted her to do. He walked away hoping that Gohan really hadn’t poisoned it.
Trunks followed the guards without a word. He hadn’t said a word all night and now he silently walked into the dock and stood looking up at the stands. He saw his parents and his heart soar when he saw his little sister in his mothers lap. A brief smile spread across his lips but fell when he looked over to see his best friend and his mother but not Gohan. If Bra was back and Gohan was okay, he had seen him the day before, where was he? He sent his questioning look to Goten who shrugged apologetically then hurriedly pointed behind the lavender-haired boy. Trunks turned to see Gohan being led, in handcuffs, to the stand behind him. His face lit up to see him but the frowned as he couldn’t understand why he was there, in handcuffs?!
The announcement for the Judge was made and soon Court was in session. Trunks looked decidedly nervous where as Gohan’s eyes were trying to catch his brothers attention. Eventually Goten looked over to him and Gohan sent the question over and Goten hesitantly nodded, knowing that although he had given Monica the drink he hadn’t actually seen her drink it.
Soon Monica climbed onto the stand, tears stains on her cheeks, sobs shaking her thing body. Trunks had to admit she did look like a victim. Lying bitch!
Gohan watched with bated breath as Monica took the Oath. She said it without hesititaion and Gohan didn’t know if this was because she had taken the pill and so therefore would indeed tell the truth so she had no problem saying it or that she hadn’t taken it yet so, again, had no problem saying it.
Her lawyer started by asking her the obvious question of the day.
“Miss Cox, is the man who raped you, in this Courtroom with us?”
Monica’s breath was unsteady as she tried to answer.
“Y….ye…..y….”
Then she broke down in tears. The lawyer immediately went to her side.
“It’s alright, Miss Cox, please take your time. We are here for you.”
The lawyer encouraged her to have a drink and Monica picked up the polystyrene cup and held it to her lips. Gohan’s breath caught in his throat as he waited for her to drink. She lowered the cup as more sobs started and Gohan groaned in frustration but almost laughed aloud when she lifted it again and drunk heavily.
“Now, Miss Cox, I’ll ask you again if you’re ready?”
Monica nodded timidly and Gohan’s mouth went dry. How long did it take to work?
“Miss Cox, is the man who raped you, in this Courtroom with us?”
Monica took a shaky breath.
“No.”
A gasp swept the Courtroom and her lawyer stood with his mouth agape. It took the Judge 5 bangs of his grovel to quieten the room and in this time the lawyer had managed to compose himself.
“Um, well, Miss Cox. Maybe you didn’t quite understand the question. I’ll rephrase it so it is easier. Did, Mr. Brief’s, here. Was he the one who raped you?”
Monica, who was freaked out by her previous response, chose her words carefully in her head before she said a word.
“No.” Mortified she tried to change it but found her mouth running away with her. “No, he didn’t rape me. In fact we didn’t even have sex, I’ve made this whole allegation up so I could get money from his family and have his family name dragged through the mud.”
Despite many death threats from Vegeta Gohan refused to tell him the location of the ‘bastards’ who kidnapped Bra but straight after the Court Case had been dismissed and he and Trunks had been freed, with a little financial help from Bulma for the destruction of a prison cell, and Monica had been arrested for wasting police time, making false allegations in an attempts to obtain money, etc, etc., the list when on, did Gohan go to the Police to tell them of the criminal Headquarters.
Waiting for the squad to ready themselves for the raid, he sat on the steps outside and looked up to see Trunks coming down with his family around him. He smiled broadly and sat patiently. This was a lovely family moment.
Trunks noticed Gohan waiting on the steps and excused himself to join him. Bulma went to walk over to but Vegeta caught her arm and pulled her towards, protesting, towards the car.
“Hi, Gohan.”
“Hey, Trunks, how’s it going?”
“Well,” Trunks laughed. “Today’s been the best for a while. You?”
“Gotta take the Police to the Headquarters of a major criminal gang where I’ve been hanging out for the past week.”
“Oh.” Trunks nodded, not understanding one little bit. Gohan laughed good naturedly.
“’S alright, don’t expect you to understand. I like your hair by the way. The shorter style, I mean.”
Trunks ran a nervous hand through the spiky locks. “Yeah, well, in hiding and all that.”
Gohan nodded then stood up as Police Officers came trooping out, bundling into helicopters that were across the carpark. The Chief came over to him. “Ready when you are, Mr. Son.”
Gohan nodded and turned back to Trunks. “Well, I’ll be back later.”
“Gohan!” The older demi-Saiyan looked down at the hand that gripped his. “Can I come?”
He immediately went to refuse then he realised that he didn’t want to be apart from Trunks again so he nodded his permission.
When they landed and stormed the castle it became apparent that the place had been deserted. The only thing that seemed to be left were bodies scattered around. Gohan looked around in disgust as he recognised faces. Anybody who was expendable had been blown away. The Chief of Police came over to him and said that this wasn’t that uncommon for this gang. They’d done this before when they thought they had been discovered. Covers their tracks and it’s easier than moving everyone. Gohan shook his head and slowly made his way back to the entrance. As he went to go through the door he tripped over something in the snow. He looked back and saw a black boot sticking out of the white powder. Wiping the rest of the body he saw Dev’s scarred face staring blankly up at him. His face turned white and he felt his chest grow tight.
“No…”he whispered. “No!”
Trunks was by his side in an instant. “What?” he began then saw what Gohan was looking at. Gasping he fell backwards and stared at the body.
“Dev…” Gohan ground out. Sure the guy had kidnapped him, lied to him, held his daughter’s best friend for ransom and tried to get him into a life of crime he was actually a really good friend whilst he was there. He was always there for him, with his sense of humour and Gohan had really genuinely liked him.
Police Officers came and shooed him away so they could deal with the body. Trunks led Gohan away and held him at the top of the stairs to the massive castle. Gohan didn’t cry but he felt heavy with grief.
“Gohan, I’m sorry.”
Trunks’ small voice penetrated his thoughts and he smiled down at the younger man. “That’s okay, Trunks. Now this part of my life has truly been closed. Let’s go home.”
“Is Trunks ever going to come down?” Bulma moaned, placing her cup of coffee on the table next to her. Vegeta grunted and continued to flick through the channels. “Leave him be, woman.”
“But it’s been 3 days and I’ve barely seen him!” Bulma stood up. “That’s it, I’m dragging him down.”
“He’s enjoying his freedom his own way. Leave him alone!” Vegeta demanded, making Bulma sit straight back down. It was not often Vegeta used that voice on her.
“But…but what could he possibly be doing up there?” she questioned, picking up her coffee again. “And, I haven’t seen Gohan either. What is going on?”
Vegeta merely smiled to himself and shrugged.
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Well, that’s all folks! That’s all she wrote! Hope you liked it. So glad I finished it. Thank you for reading. If you enjoyed it I’ll be adding another story soon called ‘Starstruck’ so keep a look out. J x x
Disclaimer: *Sighs* Nope, haven’t managed it. But would just like to take this moment to tell all how shit the disgrace of a movie they’ve brought out is. Haven’t seen it, refuse, as from the adverts you can tell it would be rubbish, low and behold it has crap reviews. Shocker!
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Goten arrived at Capsule Corp. with his mother dressed in his best suit and waited patiently for Bulma and Vegeta. He, too, had been relieved Trunks was back but now it seems everything was worse and there was nothing he could do to help his friend. If he could get a hold of that Monica he’d –
“Goten!”
The dark-haired teen smiled encouragingly to the woman he’d known his whole life running towards him. He embraced her warmly and looked into her face. It had only been a week and she’d aged terribly.
“Thank you so much for being here. And you Chi-Chi.”
“Of course,” his mother said, embracing Bulma. “Have you heard anything at all about Bra?”
“No,” Bulma whispered tearfully, her body shaking so the younger woman took her aside to sit awhile.
Goten greeted Vegeta who, if possible, looked more sullen than normal.
“Vegeta.”
Vegeta nodded and then continued to stare absently through the glass doors as he waited for his wife to compose herself.
“We…we should probably get going…” Bulma said, starting to rise from the sofa.
“There’s no rush, Bulma. It’s just before 9, there’s plenty of time, you kn –”
But Goten was cut off when Vegeta started making a choking sound and he hurried to the man’s side.
“Vegeta, what is it?”
Vegeta merely stared through the doors and when Goten followed his gaze he saw his brother land in front of the doors and come rushing through with Bra in his arms. Bulma screamed and Bra ran over to her, jumping into her arms. Vegeta rushed over to them and, in an unusual act of emotion, threw his arms around them both.
“Gohan!”
Chi-Chi ran over to her son and clamped herself around him. Goten joined her and soon there was much joyful laughter in the air.
“Gohan, where have you been?” Chi-Chi cried, unable to believe her son was back.
“Yeah, man, where’ve you been?”
Gohan suddenly stopped smiling and thoroughly ashamed of himself he hung his head. “I…I can’t tell you…not yet. Look,” he said hurriedly, detaching himself from his mother. “Is Trunks still in jail?”
“He’s in court today,” Bulma filled in, not quite believing that she held her daughter in her arms.
“Today? What time?”
“Ten,” his brother chimed in.
“Ten?” Gohan looked at the clock in the reception room. “There’s only an hour! We have to hurry.”
“Calm down, Gohan. It’s only 20 minutes to the Court House.”
“Yes, but you don’t understand!” Gohan knew he wasn’t making any sense but he just had to save Trunks. “Come on, we have to stop this from happening!”
“But, Gohan, how? I mean…Gohan?...Gohan!”
They reached the Court House within 15 minutes after chasing Gohan out the house and now Gohan was running around the corridors like a mad man.
“Gohan!” Goten finally managed to get hold of his brother and he grabbed him by the shoulders shaking him soundly. “Gohan? What’s going on?”
“I have to find her!”
“Her? Who Gohan?”
“That bitch who’s doing this to Trunks!”
“What, Monica?” Goten looked at his brother like he had gone insane. “But why?”
“Because she has to…”
Gohan stopped dead as he saw a water cooler halfway down the corridor they were currently standing in the middle of. It was quite busy, people walking up and down, but their actions weren’t bringing them any unwanted attention. It seemed this was normal behaviour in a Court House. He rushed over to it and quickly poured a cup of the cool liquid.
“That’s it, mate,” Goten said encouragingly. “Have a drink and calm down.”
Then he watched curiously as his brother fished a small brown bag from his pocket and pulled out a small white pill. He dropped it into the water and swirled it slightly until it had disappeared.
“Gohan? What are you -?”
“Shh!” the older demi-Saiyan whispered. He looked satisfied and straightened up his eyes darting about wildly. “How much time have we got?”
“Um,” Goten checked his watch. “15 minutes.”
“Shit!” Gohan cursed, taking his brother quite aback, Gohan very rarely swore and certainly not so loudly.
“Why? What are you –?”
Then he was cut off as he saw the object of their conversation walk up the stairs. Gohan followed his eyes and concluded this must be the creature from Hell he wanted so badly to rip apart with his bare hands. He grinned and turned to walk over to her when two pairs of strong hands gripped his shoulders and pulled him back.
“Well, what a stupid thing to do,” he heard a raspy voice say behind him.
“Son Gohan,” he heard another voice say. “We are arresting you for aiding and abetting a…”
“No!” Gohan cried, twisting in their grip to face them. “No, you don’t understand!”
“Oh, we understand perfectly, Mr. Son. Now if you would just let us finish reading you your rights…”
“Goten!” Gohan thrust the cup in his brothers hands desperately. “Make her drink it! She has to drink it!”
Gohan continued to call this as he was being manhandled down the corridor until he was out of sight. Goten looked dumbfounded at the polystyrene cup and then over to Monica. What had Gohan put in it? Was it dangerous? Gohan wouldn’t harm her…would he? He was acting really odd but…
“Goten! Goten, we’re going in now,” he heard his mother call. “Where’s Gohan gone?”
“Um,” Goten gulped. “Toilet?”
“Well, he knows where we’ll be. Come on we have to sit down.”
“Right, but first I have to…”
“Goten!”
Goten dropped his head and went to obediently follow his mother into the spectators balcony when he thought about how much his brother had done for him in the past. Surely he could do this one thing for him now? So he made B-line for her when her solicitor blocked his path.
“I hope you’re not planning on talking to my client as that could be classed as…”
“No, I’m not trying to, look I just thought!”
“I don’t care what you think, now kindly back away from my client. She is needed in court.”
Goten stepped back and watched crestfallen as the group walked past him. He determinedly refused to look at Monica and hated himself for letting Gohan down. He was about to turn and walk back to the spectators balcony when he felt the cup being lifted from his fingers. He looked up to see Monica had taken the drink from him and turned back to him to poke her tongue out. Goten couldn’t believe his luck. She thought she was being cheeky and she’d done exactly what he’d wanted her to do. He walked away hoping that Gohan really hadn’t poisoned it.
Trunks followed the guards without a word. He hadn’t said a word all night and now he silently walked into the dock and stood looking up at the stands. He saw his parents and his heart soar when he saw his little sister in his mothers lap. A brief smile spread across his lips but fell when he looked over to see his best friend and his mother but not Gohan. If Bra was back and Gohan was okay, he had seen him the day before, where was he? He sent his questioning look to Goten who shrugged apologetically then hurriedly pointed behind the lavender-haired boy. Trunks turned to see Gohan being led, in handcuffs, to the stand behind him. His face lit up to see him but the frowned as he couldn’t understand why he was there, in handcuffs?!
The announcement for the Judge was made and soon Court was in session. Trunks looked decidedly nervous where as Gohan’s eyes were trying to catch his brothers attention. Eventually Goten looked over to him and Gohan sent the question over and Goten hesitantly nodded, knowing that although he had given Monica the drink he hadn’t actually seen her drink it.
Soon Monica climbed onto the stand, tears stains on her cheeks, sobs shaking her thing body. Trunks had to admit she did look like a victim. Lying bitch!
Gohan watched with bated breath as Monica took the Oath. She said it without hesititaion and Gohan didn’t know if this was because she had taken the pill and so therefore would indeed tell the truth so she had no problem saying it or that she hadn’t taken it yet so, again, had no problem saying it.
Her lawyer started by asking her the obvious question of the day.
“Miss Cox, is the man who raped you, in this Courtroom with us?”
Monica’s breath was unsteady as she tried to answer.
“Y….ye…..y….”
Then she broke down in tears. The lawyer immediately went to her side.
“It’s alright, Miss Cox, please take your time. We are here for you.”
The lawyer encouraged her to have a drink and Monica picked up the polystyrene cup and held it to her lips. Gohan’s breath caught in his throat as he waited for her to drink. She lowered the cup as more sobs started and Gohan groaned in frustration but almost laughed aloud when she lifted it again and drunk heavily.
“Now, Miss Cox, I’ll ask you again if you’re ready?”
Monica nodded timidly and Gohan’s mouth went dry. How long did it take to work?
“Miss Cox, is the man who raped you, in this Courtroom with us?”
Monica took a shaky breath.
“No.”
A gasp swept the Courtroom and her lawyer stood with his mouth agape. It took the Judge 5 bangs of his grovel to quieten the room and in this time the lawyer had managed to compose himself.
“Um, well, Miss Cox. Maybe you didn’t quite understand the question. I’ll rephrase it so it is easier. Did, Mr. Brief’s, here. Was he the one who raped you?”
Monica, who was freaked out by her previous response, chose her words carefully in her head before she said a word.
“No.” Mortified she tried to change it but found her mouth running away with her. “No, he didn’t rape me. In fact we didn’t even have sex, I’ve made this whole allegation up so I could get money from his family and have his family name dragged through the mud.”
Despite many death threats from Vegeta Gohan refused to tell him the location of the ‘bastards’ who kidnapped Bra but straight after the Court Case had been dismissed and he and Trunks had been freed, with a little financial help from Bulma for the destruction of a prison cell, and Monica had been arrested for wasting police time, making false allegations in an attempts to obtain money, etc, etc., the list when on, did Gohan go to the Police to tell them of the criminal Headquarters.
Waiting for the squad to ready themselves for the raid, he sat on the steps outside and looked up to see Trunks coming down with his family around him. He smiled broadly and sat patiently. This was a lovely family moment.
Trunks noticed Gohan waiting on the steps and excused himself to join him. Bulma went to walk over to but Vegeta caught her arm and pulled her towards, protesting, towards the car.
“Hi, Gohan.”
“Hey, Trunks, how’s it going?”
“Well,” Trunks laughed. “Today’s been the best for a while. You?”
“Gotta take the Police to the Headquarters of a major criminal gang where I’ve been hanging out for the past week.”
“Oh.” Trunks nodded, not understanding one little bit. Gohan laughed good naturedly.
“’S alright, don’t expect you to understand. I like your hair by the way. The shorter style, I mean.”
Trunks ran a nervous hand through the spiky locks. “Yeah, well, in hiding and all that.”
Gohan nodded then stood up as Police Officers came trooping out, bundling into helicopters that were across the carpark. The Chief came over to him. “Ready when you are, Mr. Son.”
Gohan nodded and turned back to Trunks. “Well, I’ll be back later.”
“Gohan!” The older demi-Saiyan looked down at the hand that gripped his. “Can I come?”
He immediately went to refuse then he realised that he didn’t want to be apart from Trunks again so he nodded his permission.
When they landed and stormed the castle it became apparent that the place had been deserted. The only thing that seemed to be left were bodies scattered around. Gohan looked around in disgust as he recognised faces. Anybody who was expendable had been blown away. The Chief of Police came over to him and said that this wasn’t that uncommon for this gang. They’d done this before when they thought they had been discovered. Covers their tracks and it’s easier than moving everyone. Gohan shook his head and slowly made his way back to the entrance. As he went to go through the door he tripped over something in the snow. He looked back and saw a black boot sticking out of the white powder. Wiping the rest of the body he saw Dev’s scarred face staring blankly up at him. His face turned white and he felt his chest grow tight.
“No…”he whispered. “No!”
Trunks was by his side in an instant. “What?” he began then saw what Gohan was looking at. Gasping he fell backwards and stared at the body.
“Dev…” Gohan ground out. Sure the guy had kidnapped him, lied to him, held his daughter’s best friend for ransom and tried to get him into a life of crime he was actually a really good friend whilst he was there. He was always there for him, with his sense of humour and Gohan had really genuinely liked him.
Police Officers came and shooed him away so they could deal with the body. Trunks led Gohan away and held him at the top of the stairs to the massive castle. Gohan didn’t cry but he felt heavy with grief.
“Gohan, I’m sorry.”
Trunks’ small voice penetrated his thoughts and he smiled down at the younger man. “That’s okay, Trunks. Now this part of my life has truly been closed. Let’s go home.”
“Is Trunks ever going to come down?” Bulma moaned, placing her cup of coffee on the table next to her. Vegeta grunted and continued to flick through the channels. “Leave him be, woman.”
“But it’s been 3 days and I’ve barely seen him!” Bulma stood up. “That’s it, I’m dragging him down.”
“He’s enjoying his freedom his own way. Leave him alone!” Vegeta demanded, making Bulma sit straight back down. It was not often Vegeta used that voice on her.
“But…but what could he possibly be doing up there?” she questioned, picking up her coffee again. “And, I haven’t seen Gohan either. What is going on?”
Vegeta merely smiled to himself and shrugged.
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Well, that’s all folks! That’s all she wrote! Hope you liked it. So glad I finished it. Thank you for reading. If you enjoyed it I’ll be adding another story soon called ‘Starstruck’ so keep a look out. J x x