Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ In the end ❯ In the end ( One-Shot )

Starring: Trunks

Warning: character death

Disclaimer: I neither own Dragonball Z nor its characters. I don`t get paid for writing fanfics, sadly…

In the end

Why me? That question keeps bothering me for quite a while now. What have I done to seemingly not deserve being happy? Everybody has someone or at least something to make them happy. It can`t be too much to ask for some happiness for myself.

My mother is content with her work. It satisfies her just like others would be satisfied by sex. Every day she is in her lab, working on new inventions, improving old ones, keeping her mind occupied with all that technical stuff she loves so much.

But, nevertheless, she always manages to save some time to keep pestering me with what she wishes me to do or be. As if I do not know that I will be the head of Capsule Corp. some day. She says I need to know about the newest technology, about management, about the whole damn business and every time she talks to me, she would come up with something or other I should know about, too.

And as if this were not enough, she wants me to be a great warrior as well. She pushes me to train with father whenever I am not busy gaining knowledge in how to become the next director of my family`s company. Father wants me to train as well, but sometimes she seems to be obsesses with that fighting matter much more than him. Mother has found her own way

in fighting by creating machines to improve the warriors techniques. Why won`t she let me find a way of my own, too?

Mother was very impressed by Mirai Trunks. She keeps saying that he had been a great fighter and a help worth his weight in gold for the Bulma in his time as well and he, of course, was soooo good looking. To her in fact he seemed to be perfect. And now she wants me to be such a perfect guy as well. But, hell, I am not him! Why doesn`t she see that.

Mirai Trunks had been very determined. He had set himself a goal and his strong mind helped him to overcome all obstacles to achieve his aim. But, as I said, I am not him and I, for myself, need some reassurance, some feedback to get along with my life. I am no weakling, but sometimes I need someone to be here just for me.

My father is no help in such matters. He is always away, training with Goku. See, what I mean? Even my father the most antisocial being on this planet has someone to smooth his life`s trials and tribulations. He is content with kicking somebody`s butt, especially Goku`s. I have always wondered, if there is more about their relationship than meets the eye. Anyway, he has at least someone to make him happy, whatever that means considering his naturally gruff manner.

Sometimes I wish I could be like Goku. Just hit my head and lead a carefree and easy life from then on. He is always happy, nothing seems to bother him. Whatever life dishes out on him, he is content with it as long as he gets enough food and a fight now and then. And he has ChiChi to look after him. Although she is bitching around a lot, she, nevertheless, does love him and is always there for her gentle warrior.

Gentle warrior…I shouldn`t have used that term. It reminds me of him…my lovely Goten. He is a carbon copy of his father. His wild spiky hair, the sparkling coal-black eyes, the unmarked skin as white as milk, giving his delicate features an angelic touch and his strong frame, just like a statue chiselled by Leonardo da Vinci.

Everytime I see him, I only want to lavish kisses and caresses on this beautiful creature. I long for him so much. I worship him with all my life and soul. Without stopping to think I would gladly sacrifice myself just to make him happy. Since I first had laid eyes on him, I only wanted to protect him from the world`s miseries. He is joy in its purest state and he deserves nothing less.

And that is what makes the entire situation that bad. Maybe I should have waited a little longer, but it is no use crying over spilt milk. I told him that I fell in love with him…and he didn`t want me. We used to be best friends for as long as I can remember. Having lost this friendship is the worst thing ever happened to me. But who am I to know that he would react that way. To reject what I offered him so freely…myself…and to cancel our friendship just like that.

It wasn`t that I had plainly told him I wanted to bang him stupid but that I loved him, meaning everything this term implies. After all we had been quite close and had talked about all and everything since time immemorial. And so I believed to have a chance…and was simply mistaken.

It is so unfair. With all we had experienced and shared, he should not be able to kick me out of his life so easily. We had been close like brothers. Speaking about brothers…even Gohan did get the love of his life. I know he had a hard time struggling for his happiness but in the end he got him. See, even Piccolo, the coolly Namecian warrior, though not used to such sensations, has given in to that uncontrollable force of nature known as love.

So, why won`t Goten? Why doesn`t he want me? He knows that I would do everything to make him happy. I told him that I would do everything to have him back…as a friend at least. I would not demand something that he simply wasn`t able to give. I swore blind to him to restrain my feelings just like I had done before…but he refused. I told him that it hurts to not have him around...but he still refused. Doesn`t he care about me any more?

Does anyone care at all?

Once, when I was sparring with Goku, I cried because I got hurt during the training very badly. I remember Goku soothing me, telling me I should be glad that it hurts because the pain indicates that, despite the severe injuries, I was going to live. Death, he explained to me, would be like a numbing blanket. Once you get enveloped by it, you lose all your will to fight for life and simply give in and fade away.

Since that day I have never ever cried about injuries gotten in a fight again. I welcomed the pain showing me how very alive I was. Now I would prefer a comforting blanket to hide under from all the pain my life contains. I don`t have the will to fight any more. I plainly don`t want to fight any longer. I have fought for that particular little piece of happiness just like everybody else. But isn`t it pointless to fight for something that you obviously can`t get?

I lack the will to carry on my quest for inner peace. Call me weak, but I choose the easy way. It doesn`t matter any more…Funnily enough it takes just a small knife to cut me free from the crushing chains that bound me to this painful thing called life. It is beautiful to watch the crimson liquid flow over my pale skin. Its scent is soothing me. I allow myself to sink deeply into the pillows piled on my bed.

I shiver, it`s getting cold. My vision becomes dull but I am still aware of my surroundings. Through the window I can see the sun setting. The curtains quiver in a breeze as the door suddenly opens. Someone`s rushing in. A beautiful face, surrounded by unruly hair, appears in my vision. The sunbeams create the illusion of a halo hovering above the beings head…

An angel, I think to myself, an angel has come to take me away…I smile. A whisper reaches my almost deaf ears. `Trunks, no, don`t go, don`t leave me. I`m sorry, I didn`t mean…' I slowly blink. Leave you? Never. I`m coming with you, my angel. Heaven awaits me. Then darkness wraps itself around me and my body shuts down. In the end at least one thing has proven to be true.

In the end…it hurts…no more…