Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Justify My Love ❯ Never ( Chapter 1 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Well, it's been a while since I've started a new story, but here it is. You guys know me,
expect the unexpected. I'm not giving away pairings just yet, but be warned that it's a non-typical pairing and very taboo. From this summary you may be able to tell what it's all about. Just remember, no flames.

Justify My Love - Chapter One

"Mother, I see no reason in going back. Everything is fine in the future," commented a pair of jean-clad legs poking from under a hummer craft. An oil- covered hand then appeared from under the vehicle, searching for a tool.

"Mom, can you hand me the ratchet please," he asked, holding out his hand palm up. His mother only folded her arms, looking on with discontent he could not see. Sighing in desperation, he rolled out and sat up, looking at his mother.

"Are you just going to stand there, or will you help me out," he asked. The woman rolled her eyes and leaned against the tool stand. She hated when he acted like this, like he needed no one. Yet, Mommy was always there to help him out. She shook her head, wondering if he would ever come to his senses.

"I just want you to be happy," she pleaded with him, her voice highly pitched. "It has been almost a year and I think…"

"I know how long it's been," Trunks snapped, interrupting her. "You don't need to remind me every single day how long it's been."

A heaviness was felt inside the room and silence dominated. A mood such as this was not uncommon for the two, for the issue came up in almost every conversation. It was an issue Trunks did not want to discuss, yet his mother pressed it, often to the limits of his composure. Bulma bit her lip and thought for a second. Her approach never worked, so perhaps it was time for her to regroup.

"Fine," his mother said firmly as she walked out the garage.

Trunks looked on with bewilderment as she left. He never understood him, nor she him. Sure, she lost many friends to the Androids, but so did he. There was the father he never met, never got to know. There was the friend that gave his own life so he could be spared to fight another day. All the people he had to watch die because he could not save them. Everything was on his shoulders.

Who had to go to the future? He did. Who had to train for two years with a man that wanted nothing to do with him? He did. Who had to die in order to come back and kill the Androids and Cell? He did. But, that wasn't good enough for her. Nothing was good enough for her.

"Damn you," he yelled as he punched his fist into the flooring, making the cement crack He never understood how his mother managed to irritate him so much. Figuring he would reach no revelations today, he looked around, grabbed the ratchet and continued to work on his project.

*****

Bulma walked out behind the garage and stood in a mass of uncut grass. She put her slender hands into her pants pocket and pulled out a capsule. Fingering the small, smooth object, she mentally crossed her fingers and tossed the capsule in the air. Once released, it turned into a small aircraft. A smile ran across her hard face. She didn't know if the capsule worked anymore, it was one of her prototypes. A solar-powered aircraft. Sure, it was only good for short distance flights, but she didn't need to go that far. A visit to an old friend was warranted. With a sigh, she stepped into the winged machine and started the engine.

"I may have to get Trunks to work on this thing," she said as she pulled the throttle and took to the air.

Flying over, she could see all the progress happening in Satan City. It was no longer a city in ruin, but one on the rebuild. Office buildings were coming back up as well as businesses. People were starting to get back into their normal routine, no longer in fear of dying by the hands of the Androids. At least now, fate could take its course and the natural cycle of life and death could continue.

Yes, death was a part of life, this city was proof of that. Out of all the pain and suffering, the survivors are bringing forth something bigger and better than was there before. Her son had given them so much and hadn't even taken any credit for it. All she wanted was for him to have something in return, a good life. He was owed at least that much.

After a few moments, Bulma spotted her target. A small boat tied to a makeshift pier with bleached paint peeling off the sides. She descended to the sandy beach just opposite of the boat and turned off the engine. Before she could step out, a middle-aged woman with long black hair jumped from the boat and ran up to her. A smile appeared on her face, one aged not by only time, but hardship.

"Chi-Chi," Bulma squealed as she leapt out the craft and into the dark-haired woman's arms. The pair embraced for a long moment. It had been many months since they last saw each other and so much has changed since then.

"How are you? How's that boy of yours? I'm sure he's getting married soon," Chi-Chi blurted out excitedly, clasping her hand together. Bulma did not share in her jubilation though. Her gaze lowered and her chest felt heavy. She had at least hoped they would make it inside before she discussed Trunks.

"Bulma…" Chi-Chi started, looking at her dazed friend. She knew that look. It was the look of pain, though this time, she could tell it wasn't anything terribly serious, but it definitely was troubling Bulma.

"No…he's not getting married. There will be no wedding, no new life…nothing," the blue haired woman admitted. Saying it was almost as bad as thinking it. Scratching her head, she leaned against her machine. Chi-Chi smiled and joined her life-long friend. She was certain Bulma was just over-reacting.

"Aww, com'on," Chi-Chi started, patting Bulma on the leg. "Those two kids were made for each other. Dominican is crazy about Trunks, and he's crazy about her. Ya know, it's probably that teal hair and rimless glasses that made him…"

"Dominican is dead," Bulma stated flatly, interrupting her companion. Chi-Chi froze, not knowing if she heard her right. She couldn't have heard right.

"Please tell me this is some sort of sick joke," she stated, her face frozen with worry. Bulma shook her head and exhaled deeply. If only she were joking. She probably wouldn't be here right now if she were. A chilled wind blew past, matching the temperature of her heart at the moment.

"No. A little over a year ago…right before he killed the Androids. They got her. He told me his experience from the past gave him the strength to beat them." Bulma paused to draw a deep breath, then continued. "Deep down, I knew it was her death that drove him over he edge. He didn't just kill them…he decimated them. Not saying they didn't deserve it, but he was…brutal."

Chi-Chi stood, stunned. Dominican was only seventeen and such a bright girl. She always thought she favored Bulma so much, in brains and beauty. It was no secret that Trunks admired his mother. It was only logical for him to date a woman much like her. But, just as she was like Bulma, she was completely different. Dominican was laid back and humble. She never had a bad thing to say about anyone. Now she was just another casualty…

"I'm sorry," she said, holding a crying Bulma. She didn't know if she was crying because Dominican was dead or because her son wasn't getting married. Both were very important to her. She was not getting any younger. All she wanted was to see him happy. Bulma's hands began to shake…why couldn't she see him happy? Were they cursed? All she could do was sob while Chi-Chi consoled her, just as any friend would.

******

Stone. A tombstone bearing the name, "Son Gohan." It was a weathered slab of rock laid in a row of many more. Goku, Tien, Vegeta…all of them below his feet in the cold ground. Dead. Then, there was a newer stone made of pure white marble. Intricate roses were carved along the edges, while a pile of dead pansies sat atop of them. A drop of moisture fell upon the pile, and then another.

"Dominican…" Trunks whispered to himself as salty tears stained his tanned cheek. She was gone…gone from his life. Visions of innocent, jade eyes peering from behind a pair of thin-framed spectacles haunted him almost every waking moment. The smell of silken strands of soft green splendor invaded his senses. Trunks balled his fists and clenched his eyes shut. He would never be left in peace, her death would always torture him. It wasn't supposed to be like this.

"I don't want to leave you again," he muttered, dropping to his knees. His masculine form slumped over her grave, his body convulsing from the pain and tears. There was no way he would go back to the future. If he had been here, she would have not lost her life. She would still be by his side. He would have found a way to defeat them, between both of their smarts and his strength. She pleaded for him not to go, but he went. She was then killed by the Androids.

"I'm sorry," echoed a soft voice behind Trunks. He did not turn around or look at the woman speaking to him. He only held Dominican's headstone possessively, his breathing harsh and broken.

"Sorry doesn't cut it, mother," he spat, making Bulma's blue eyes burn. Instead of turning away, she ran to him and collapsed on his back, hugging him, sobbing. Trunks still sat unmoved, his eyes looking forward. He could almost see her again, he swore he felt her touch. It was torture. In a swift movement, Trunks turned to his mother and grabbed her by her shoulders, making her small frame sway.

"Listen to me. I can't leave Dom. I will never leave her again," he screamed, his voice urgent and firm. "You can't make me go back!"

Bulma shook her head and brought her hands to her lips. He had to go back, she had to make him go back. She inhaled deeply and slowly let out her breath, calming herself down. She was the mother, he was the child. She had to put her foot down.

"She would want you to move on," she said finally, "You are going back to the past, that is final."

With that, she stood up and walked away leaving her only child stunned and in tears. This was for the best. She had to hurry back to Capsule Corp. and ready the time machine.

Well, go set up? I should be writing a final or at least the next chapter of "Differences" Oh well, I still have another day to write my essay final and the next chappy of "Differences" should be up soon. But, I hoped you like this story. More should be up soon.

~Sosoru