Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ It Was Supposed To Be Forever ❯ Chapter 6

It Was Supposed to be Forever Chapter 6
Written by: Severina

The smooth sandstone rock face was shattered as Goten flew into it. Pulling himself out of the child-sized hole his body had created; the rocks tumbled to the ground singing like wind chimes as they fell. Trunks was still in fighting stance, staring at him from the emerald green meadow that had become their ring. Goten looked into the eyes of his friend, finding rage and pain stirring in their blue depths. Trunks charged again, trying to kick Goten in the head. The younger boy dodged it and punched Trunks in the gut. Doubling over in pain, Trunks' knees shook, but he refused to allow them to give out, pulling himself together in record time. He took his stance again and stared at Goten.

"Trunks can we take a break? I'm getting hungry and if we don't get home by lunch time my mom is going to be really mad." Goten asked, noting the position of the sun in the sky. They had been sparring for hours now; Trunks had been relentless on his assault since they started, having an endless well of anger to draw on. Goten however had just been happy to spar with his friend, not noticing the dark mood of his best friend, until a few minutes ago.

"No we can't take a break. Breaks are for weaklings. Now come on." Trunks growled, his brows knotting together in anger.

"But Trunks! My mom is going to be really, really mad if we don't get home!" Goten cried, fearing the loud outbursts his mother had a tendency to have.

"What? Are you afraid to fight me? Well, I'd be afraid to fight me too, after all, I am stronger than you are." He chided as he crossed his arms, mimicking his father unconsciously.

"Take that back! You know I'm not afraid of you!"

"Come over here and make me!" Trunks retorted as Goten came at him. Trunks took to the air.

"TRUNKS! THAT'S NOT FAIR! YOU KNOW I CAN'T FLY!" he screamed at him from the ground. "IF YOU DON'T COME DOWN HERE I'M NOT GOING TO BE YOUR FRIEND ANYMORE!" hearing Goten's words, Trunks rolled his eyes and slowly descended to the ground. "You're being a real jerk!" Goten said, turning his back on him. At that small action, the tears that Trunks had been forcing down his throat all day threatened to spring from his eyes. He didn't know why, but he felt that if Goten turned his back on him then he'd truly be alone. Holding his head high, he forced the tears to remain in his eyes. Sensing the change in his friend, Goten turned to see Trunks' eyes full of tears, his head high and proud, refusing to let any of the emotion spill.

"I didn't mean it." Goten said apologetically, thinking his outburst had caused his friend's discomfort. Trunks shook his head, debating over something in his mind.

"Goten can I tell you a secret?" he asked quietly as his human emotions overpowered his Saiyan blood. He need to tell someone what had happened or he feared that he would burst. Keeping his tears in check, he waited for an answer.

"Sure!" said the other boy brightly. He loved secrets and was as good at keeping them as his father had been. Even though Trunks knew his friend would never betray him, he still wanted to make sure no one else knew what he was about to say.
"Ok but this is a really big secret and you have to promise me that you'll never ever tell anyone ok?" Goten nodded. "Cross you heart and hope to die?"

"Yep."

"Ok." Trunks took a deep breath before continuing. "My dad left. He's not coming back. He and my mom had a big fight."

"Really?"

"Yeah. And you know what's even worse? It's my fault. I made him mad and that made him mad at my mom so he left."

"Maybe you could apologize! Then he'll come back." Goten said excitedly as he thought he found a solution to the problem. Trunks scoffed.

"Apologizing to my dad won't work. Even if it did, he'd still be mad at Mom. And if they see each other all they're going to do is yell at each other or ignore each other, it's all they've been doing lately." He said, lowering his head. Goten knotted his brow and thought again.

"I've got it! We can do something to make them talk to each other again and not be mad!"

"Like what?" Trunks asked. The boys looked at each other in confusion.



Bulma looked down at the salad that had been placed in front of her minutes before. It looked superb, and the scent of the bread wafting toward her from the basket on the table reminded her that she hadn't eaten in awhile. She wasn't really hungry but she felt she should eat, especially since Brent had been nice enough to invite her.

"This salad is huge! We haven't even gotten to the main course yet!" she said. Brent laughed.

"I know. This place is traditional Italian, great food and lots of it." Bulma took a forkful of her salad, enjoying the oil and vinegar dressing that covered the salad. Brent was right; this was good food.

"What did you say the name of this place was again? Pinocchio's?"

"Pennacchio's. I know the owners, a family that came over from Italy about 3 years ago. I helped them find this building so they like it when I come in. They treat me like family." He said, taking a sip of his wine. Brent was a real estate agent that specialized in finding commercial business spaces for everything from restaurants to factories. He was vice president of his company, charming and good-looking to boot. "Bulma, before we continue I just want to say that I don't want to pry or make you talk about anything before your ready, but if you need someone to talk to don't hesitate to call me. If it's 2am and you really need a shoulder to cry on, call me. It's ok I won't mind."

"Thanks." She said softly, smiling at him.

"So. Let's hear about this kid! I can't believe it, you, a mom! Do you have pictures?" he said cheerfully, changing the subject.

"Do I have pictures? OF COURSE I have pictures! I'll show them to you after we eat. But anyway, his name is Trunks and he's going to be 6 in May-" she broke off, the sound of her fork hitting the plate was ear shattering to her. Brent looked at her, but she didn't notice. Her eyes were fixed on the doorway and tears were welling up in her eyes. Brent spun to see what had made her so upset. There in the doorway was a very happy looking Sapphra Brach, clutching Vegeta's arm like a vice.