Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Finding Peace ❯ Shattered ( Chapter 36 )

~~~```` Chapter 35 Shattered

Look at me, my depth perception must be off again

Cause this hurts deeper than I thought it did

It has not healed with time. It just shot down my spine _

You look so beautiful tonight.

Remind me how you laid us down

And gently smiled before you destroyed my life

Would you find it in your heart

To make this go away

And let me rest in pieces ---Salvia

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"Yeah, I know. I just don't know what to do. He hasn't come out of the GR for nearly twenty hours now. He won't eat. He won't even talk to me." Bulma flipped through the channels depressingly while listening to The doctor's response. "He's saying it's the medicine. And it just might have that effect on him. We only know how these pills effect for humans, remember you're dealing with an alien here." "No, I don't think he will agree to testing." "I told you, he said he couldn't feel anything." "No, he hasn't had any flashbacks. So it is working but I'm more then positive that he doesn't care about that if he can't….you know…feel anything." "I'll talk to him about it, but I don't think he will." "All right. Thank you." Bulma sighed as she threw the ear-piece to the floor, leaning back further into the cushion.

Bulma snapped her head to the elevator that beeped indicating that someone was at the 'door'. She wondered why Pilt hadn't called on the intercom but then again she never does when it's regular friends. Bulma heaved herself up making her way to the elevator and pressing the release button with a big smile stupidly thinking that it was Goku or Chi-Chi.

However her bubble was viciously busted as the doors revealed a very ashamed looking Nesa. Her head was dropped to the floor while her eyes looked on seemingly puffy and red. Bulma instantly slit her eyes, resting a hand on her hip to give herself attitude as she glared at the female. "Mrs. Briefs." She whispered more then not afraid of the woman's highly known temper. Nesa prayed to the gods that Trunks hadn't told her of her fabrication.

"What are you doing here?"

So much for gods. Nesa winced at the menacing tone but sweetly asked, "May I please speak to Trunks?"

"No." Bulma bit back quickly.

"Can you please tell him I'm here?"

"No."

Finding no way else around this obvious very protective mother, Nesa straightened her back, looking dead on at her, "Mrs. Briefs, I really need to speak to Trunks. I would like to apologize for what I did. I am very ashamed of my actions and that is something he needs to know."

"Let me tell you something--"

"Nesa? Is that you?" Trunks came in from the balcony having dropped down from his bedroom window once he felt her presence. He tucked a few strands of his lavender hair behind his ear nervously as he gazed at her beautiful form.

"Trunks." She breathed in release and caring less for Bulma standing there, ran past her and made her way to him. However as she went to put her arms around him, Trunks quickly grabbed them gently and reluctantly pushed them away, dropping his head from her eyes. She nearly cried at his rejection. "Trunks, please. Don't hate me."

"That's not it. I just…I. You shouldn't be here." There was no harshness in his voice, only the calming, gently pleas that seemed to rip apart each piece of her heart.

"I had to come see you. I've missed you."

"Don't tell me that."

"But it's true. I wanted you to know…I needed you to know…I feel the same way. I lov--"

"Don't, Nesa."

"Why, Trunks? Why can't I say it?"

"Cause it's a lie. All of it."

"No, Baby. Trunks I'm sorry. Look, it started out as a joke but somehow I fell in--"

"Nesa. You need to go."

"You don't want me to go." She whispered, bringing her hand to his chin and pulling his head up so his eyes landed on her. Tears sprung to her eyes as she saw his glistening blue orbs so filled with a pain she had been familiar with these past couple of days. "I thought what we had was something…I don't know. I hadn't thought that you loved me. So many collage guys, Trunks. All they want is sex. So I judged you. I misjudged you. It was a mistake. One that I regret. But I can't take it back. If I knew then what I know now…I never meant to hurt you."

Trunks shifted his head away, her hand slipping from the hold, "But you did, Nesa. You did mean too. The only reason you feel bad is because I was stupid to think that you would actually be interested in me. The only thing you feel right now is being sorry for me. That I was so pathetic, so stupid to actually think that you could love me." He turned his back to her. "Leave, Please."

"No. Trunks, stop doing this. You keep on turning away. Let your anger out. Yell at me, Trunks."

"I don't want to yell, Nesa. It won't make it better."

"You don't know that. And opening up a little might help." Her anger was rising with her tears. She needed to hear him yell. She needed his hate. So then maybe her soul wouldn't be hurting so badly.. "Yell at me. Tell me you hate me for what I did."

"I don't hate you."

"Damn it, Trunks. I'm so sick of your fucking attitude. You know while we were going out, you never once got mad at me. No matter what I did, you never yell at me or told me you didn't like what I did, or who I hung around with. I was starting to think you didn't care."

"I can't control you, Nesa. And I won't."

"You think you're so damn perfect, don't you?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Don't pull that shit with me. You fucking think you are Mr. Wonderful. Too smart for your own damn good. Hot as shit. And thinks he's too perfect to ever make a mistake."

Trunks turned his back to her, fisting his hands, "Stop it, Nesa. You know I don't."

"Oh, bullshit. You walk around like you are fucking god never sharing an opinion because you think of us commoners too stupid to understand what the fuck you are talking about."

Grinding his teeth, Trunks spun around, keeping his voice down by concentrating on calming his rising ki. "What the hell do you want from me, Nesa?"

"I want you to get angry."

"Why?"

"Because then I'll know your fucking human. It's sickening, Trunks. Get mad, damn you!"

"I'm not human, Nesa."

"Oh, Kami, Trunks, I don't care if your not human. I don't care. I just want you to stop bottling it all inside. Don't you see? It hurts you more when you don't let it go." Nesa rested her hand on his cheek, relieved that he didn't pull away but the muscles in his jaw flexed under her gentle touch.

Against his will, Trunks leaned into her palm, his eyes closing unconsciously. He couldn't help it, it was like her touch was exactly what he needed to take all the suffering he felt the last two days away. He couldn't describe what it did to him even if tried. It was as if a touch of heaven blessed him with it's purity, it felt that perfect. But it was her next words that pulled him brutally from the comfort of the angels to the torture of demons. "I love you, Trunks."

He tore his eyes open, not with angered eyes but an expression that was disappointed because no matter what, it was too late. Trunks leaned down, capturing her lips with his letting her feel all of the passion and love he had to give before gently pulling away and whispering against her swollen breathless lips. "There was a time when I would have believed you. I love you, Nesa. But I hate you much much more." He pulled back, wanting to take her pained expression and make it nonexistence from the harsh world. But then again, he basked in it. "Leave, Nesa. Before I say things I will regret." Trunks turned and ran out to the balcony, blasting off into the air.

With a bowed head, Nesa turned around, wiping the tears away from her cheeks with a sniff. "You know," Nesa snapped her head up to see Mrs. Briefs standing next to the elevator, "Trunks is one of the most greatest guys I've had the pleasure of raising. He would have treated you so well. I just hope people like you, that walk all over people like him, don't destroy the part of him that makes him so wonderful." With the push of the button the elevator door opened and Bulma pointed to it. Nesa slowly made her way in, ashamed of what she had done. "Try and hurry for I'm sure Trunks' father would love to tell you exactly what he was thinking." Watching the quiver pass through the female brought a smirk to Bulma's features as she waved sarcastically good-bye as the door closed.