Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ From The Pages ❯ Fate's Hand ( Chapter 6 )

From The Pages

By: Nova Starlight

 

Chapter 6: The Hand of Fate

 

Trunks slowly pushed open the door of his new home trying to be as quiet as possible. He was tired and bone weary from his exhausting day but he was also afraid of what would be awaiting him when he stepped inside. After Goku had revealed the circumstances under which he had been brought back to Earth he had rushed off to settle the matter, and had not even told Goten he was leaving. He was unsure of whether he would face an angered or worried lover when he stepped inside, but he was not really prepared for either. His plan was to simply calm down the situation if necessary and then explain everything to Goten, the conversation with Goku, his visit to Shin, and finally the fact that Shin would be arriving in just one week's time to return him to Otherworld for good.

The sight that greeted him as he walked in the door both warmed and broke his heart. Goten was curled up on the couch by the front window, wrapped in the comforter from their bed, it looked as if he had simply fallen asleep there waiting for Trunks to return home. Trunks' aching heart simply urged him to carry his love upstairs and hold him close until morning, but his mind knew that he needed to tell his love what had happened so that they could both prepare for what was to come. He sat down next to Goten on the couch and gently shook him by the shoulder to wake him.

Goten stirred and looked up at Trunks with the remnants of sleep in his eyes. “Where have you been?” he asked sleepily. “I was waiting up for you.”

“I … uh… went to visit my father,” Trunks answered, his thoughts racing to come up with some sort of transition into what he needed to say.

Goten's eyes opened wide and he seemed instantly awake. “You did?” he asked in amazement. “I was starting to think it would take some kind of miracle for you to even look at him again.”

Trunks could not stop himself from wincing visibly. Then he looked deep into Goten's eyes with the most serious expression he had ever had, “Listen Goten, your father approached me this afternoon and told me some pretty shocking news. I left from here immediately after so that I could take of things. You see, he told me that I had not been brought back to life by the dragonballs.”

“Well of course you were brought back by the dragonballs,” Goten insisted. “How else could you have been brought back?”

“My father made a deal with a demon in Otherworld to bring me back in exchange for my father's soul going to Hell when he dies,” Trunks replied.

“What?!” Goten exclaimed. “Is that even possible?”

“Yes it is, otherwise I would not be here,” Trunks replied. “You see the Earth's dragonballs can only bring back someone who has never been brought back before, which means they could not have been the ones used because I was brought back as a child during the Buu disaster. As for the dragonballs from Namek they can bring people back an infinite number of times but they have to be used within one month of the person's death. So you see, I could not have been brought back by either,”

“Oh my god,” Goten said on a sigh of realization. Then he wrapped his arms around Trunks and pulled him close. “So what did you do?” he asked finally.

“I gathered the dragonballs and wished to see the Supreme Kai. He informed me that the agreement that had been made had not been approved by him and therefore was null and void, so my father's soul does not have to go Hell when he dies.”

“Well that's good, I mean that you did something like that for your father,” Goten commented.

“Unfortunately, that's not the end of the story,” he continued. “You see when he undid the agreement he undid the whole agreement, so while my father's soul will not go to Hell, I will be returning to Otherworld.” He saw the tears instantly well up in Goten's eyes.

“How long do you have?” he asked in a voice barely above a whisper that tore through Trunks's heart like a knife.

“One week,” Trunks answered, knowing his own sadness came through in his voice. “Shin will be coming to take me back but he wanted to give me some time to say my goodbyes.” Goten silently moved out of his arms and stood, allowing the blanket that was wrapped around him to drop to the floor, still silent, he then walked up the stairs, down the hallway, and into the master bedroom of their brand new home; intended for them to share for the rest of their lives and simply sobbed until he fell asleep.

The days passed quickly though they were blanketed in sadness and Goten's despair. Trunks was determined to show as much love and devotion to Goten as he could before he would be forced to leave him, but nothing seemed to lift his spirits. Trunks had brought him breakfast in bed, built roaring fires to cuddle in front of, and even tried to romance him with flowers and wine; none of it worked. During every gesture, Goten was weeping and crying and Trunks could not bear to see it anymore.

Finally, after six days of failure, Trunks knew there were more important matters that needed his attention. He drew up a last will and testament and needed to discuss arrangements for handling everything after he was gone. Seeing how Goten was responding he knew it would need to be left in someone else's hands for a while so he called over Gohan to talk with him about the situation. That night over drinks Trunks explained the setup of the accounts to Gohan, signed the power of attorney papers, and gave Gohan a budget plan for covering the house bills for the next year if necessary, Goten could hear every word they were saying from the back porch where he lie in the hammock crying. Hearing these plans made everything even more real, Trunks would be leaving and there was only one day left.

It was like experiencing Trunks' death all over again, he had felt trapped in his sadness, simply waiting for the fateful moment to arrive. Tomorrow that moment would arrive and he still seemed frozen, unable to respond to give Trunks what he needed right now. He listened carefully as the conversation inside wrapped up and he heard Gohan leave. A few moments later he heard Trunks sigh deeply and head up the stairs. Goten wiped his face and eyes until no trace of the tears remained, and then he followed Trunks up to their bedroom.

When he walked in Trunks was lying there in bed looking out the window at the moon. “I'm sorry,” he said softly, without turning to look. “Maybe when I found out the truth I should have just left everything alone. All I succeeded in doing was messing up our lives and even my own father is upset at what I have done, he really wanted me to have this second chance and I messed it up.” It was then that Goten truly felt ashamed. He had been wallowing in his own sorrow throughout the past week and had given barely a thought towards what Trunks was going through. He gave a small smile and made his way across the room towards the bed. Without a word of even an audible breath, he laid down next to Trunks and moved into his arms.

“If anyone should be sorry, it's me,” he stated in a voice barely above a whisper. “All I have been able to focus on is how hurt I am by losing you again, that I have become so selfishly consumed by my own grief, and you are not even gone yet.” It was then that a single tear slipped down from his eye and he choked back the small sob straining to escape from his throat. “I love you more than anything, I should be supporting you, but instead you are trying to support and coddle me.” Trunks looked deeply into Goten's eyes, silent, as if he was unsure of what to say. Goten rose up and swung one of his legs over Trunks' lap so that he was straddling him and he said, “We still have tonight.”

Without a word Trunks sat upright and pulled him into a tight and warm embrace. Trunks kissed him passionately, more so that he ever had before, Goten's mind became fluid and he was pliant under the ministrations of his lover. Trunks' hands were caressing him everywhere that they could reach while at the same time holding their bodies tightly together as if he were trying to prevent Goten from putting any distance between them. Goten's hands were busy as well ripping away at Trunks' shirt trying to be as close to him as he could physically accomplish.

Within seconds it had escalated beyond kissing. Trunks had laid back and allowed Goten to lay on top him. They were melting and molding into each other as they twisted against one another on the soft sheets of their bed. Goten felt a groan rumble in his throat and make its way through his lips as Trunks persisted in nibbling and kissing at his throat. It was more than clear what was about to take place and that it would be the last time for a very long time but Goten focused on the moonlight coming in through the window, the feel of Trunks' hands, and his own body's reaction; forcing out his doubts and worries; and surprisingly he could not feel even one tear drop from his eyes.

Moments later, Goten lay on his back looking up into the eyes of his lover as they moved together building a rough yet tender rhythm. Goten kept his arms around Trunks holding their bodies together as much as he could, hear Trunks' words of love in his ear, seeing the loving look in his eyes, he needed it; needed all of it at this moment. As the pace increased the franticness of his need increased. “I love you Trunks,” he heard himself saying over and over as their bodies began to crash tumultuously against one another's.

When it was over and he lay there in Trunks' arms, that is when he could no longer hold back the tears, he buried his face into the crook of Trunks' neck and only hoped that Trunks would not feel the wetness, impulsively he reached up to Trunks' face and felt the same presence of tears on Trunks' cheek. Without words they only sobbed in silence holding each other through the night.

The next morning the sun rose to disturb their time together and Goten had wished it could remain night just a little while longer. Trunks stood and dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, “I guess if I am going to die today, I should go comfortably.” Goten could tell he had been working towards a nervous laugh but Goten could not even muster a smile. He dressed as well and prepared to walk out with Trunks to meet Shin, he was sure to arriving soon and the outcome was inevitable. In truth, they spent an hour lying in the hammock on their back porch just waiting, before Shin finally arrived.

“Good Morning,” Shin called out to them. Both Trunks and Goten gave no response they simply looked at each other and got out of the hammock and approached Shin. “It is time to go Trunks,” Shin commented.

“I know,” he answered.

It was in that instant that they sensed high level energy approaching and as they watched the sky they saw Vegeta land on the ground a foot or two away and call out to them. “Wait!”

“Vegeta?” Shin questioned. “What are you doing here?”

“I came here to beg for my son's life,” he replied.

“Dad, what are you talking about?” Trunks asked. “There is nothing that can be done, I have to go back.”

“Please, Supreme Kai, he was brought back here through my mistake but while he was here he had established a life for himself and found love,” with the last comment he gave a pointed glance at Goten, then quickly turned back to Shin. “There must be some way that he can stay, I will give you whatever you want.”

Shin studied Vegeta quickly; seeing how serious he was about his proposal. “Anything? Even if I told you that I would let him stay if you came to Otherworld instead?”

“Yes,” Vegeta answered in a second.

“What are you doing?” Trunks demanded. “This is ludicrous!”

Shin gently put his hand on to Trunks' shoulder and gently assured him. “It was merely a question I have no intention of taking your father to Otherworld.” Then he paused and made sure to hold the gaze of each of the three men there and continued, “However, I will allow Trunks to remain here on Earth and live out his life.” A small smile appeared on his face and it was contagious. Trunks was laughing brightly as he picked Goten up in his arms and held him in the air. Shin and Vegeta stepped back and observed the scene.

“You know I would have agreed to your offer?” Vegeta asked.

“Yes, I do,” Shin replied. “That was really convinced me to allow him to stay here.” Then he looked away and said, “I should be going, I have done what I came here to do.”

Before Vegeta could ask if that meant Shin had never intended to take Trunks, he had disappeared. Vegeta laughed lightly and looked over at his son and Goten. Maybe it was better if he did not have all the answers.

 

The End