Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Lost ❯ Unexpected Truths and Concern ( Chapter 38 )

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Gomen! I know this chapter is late, but if it's any consolation…I already started writing chapter 39! Domo arigatou Mina Son!! Your review kept me going!! And yeah, the word adamantine means hard or solid, it is NOT the adjective form of the metal in X-men: Adamantium. I love X-men but that isn't even a real metal! Anyway, back to DBZ!

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Lost

Chapter 38…………

Damn!! His fist broke through the alloy, twisting the adamantine substance within his palms. His mother had know this! She had known the severity of her condition and yet she had revealed nothing that would alert them to this! He might not have been the most attentive audience member, but his mother didn't suggest any of this to Gohan.

A low growl escaped his lips as he sat up, allowing his lavender hair to cloak his eyes. Why wouldn't she tell them? That was the one question plaguing him. For what purpose?

Oh dear Dende……his eyes widened as his breath became hitched within his constricting throat. Did she know? Did Xenia know about this? Was this her reason for not wanting to come back? Did she already know she was going to die?

No……she wasn't going to die. She couldn't! Yet, he couldn't suppress the creeping doubt in his mind. But why did he care?! Why?! She had made it clear earlier that she had no desire to be within ten feet of him! Then why? Why did he feel this way?

The memory of her cold body shivering as her blood pulsed out in languid streaks was still fresh within his memory. Then to find her again in the alley, her body covered with lacerations and bruises….To know that she had been through so much and felt so much pain…..yet the most horrifying fact of them all was that she believed she deserved every ounce of pain that had befallen her. Yes she had killed, but that itself is no excuse for the amount of atrocities that had been wrought upon herself. Even his father knew this fact! His father…..the one person that she trusted.

A few minutes….no not even a few minutes and she was completely relaxed and trusting of him. Trunks shook his head rapidly as his frustration ate away at his entire being. He had offered her comfort, a chance to come back, but what does she do? She spits all that generosity back in his face, like venom from a viper. A few words and she's holding onto his father as if he held the very meaning of her existence! What did he do wrong? What didn't he understand?!

"Damn you! Damn you!!" His fists clenched tightly at his side, the strained grasp turning his knuckles a stark white, "Why do I care so much?! Why?! You hate me and I…."

His voice trailed off…..Did she hate him? That word…hate...its sound, he couldn't describe it to anyone. Such a small word, four letters that could without action destroy anything they were directed towards. Four letters that start wars and end hundreds if not thousands of lives….

However, its just a word, a sound that is formed and shaped to have meaning when spoken. Yet, each letter possessed a string. Thin and long, its a limp twine that can cut so easily. He could feel it. Every inch wrapped tightly around his heart, every artery constricted and tightened under the puppet master. Yet every tug cut deeper into him, his body aching with a hollow feeling that strained his lungs and forced himself to grasp desperately for air as he drowned. Such a small word, but with such power…..

Where did it come from, such pain? Why did it encompass his entire being when he remembered her biting remarks. Why did he suffocate and drown every time he imagined her beaten and grasping onto life by mere threads? Pain that forced him to cry and scream so that he could relieve the blinding agony from his soul. Yet all it did was allow it to remain dormant till something rose up and roused it from its peaceful slumber.

His knees rose unsteadily from the smooth pewter, every ounce of strength seeming to have been robbed from his body. Easily, he stumbled and nearly fell as his hands reached out and grasped firmly onto the desk beside him. Balanced and gaining footing once again he tried to leave the room, but an incessant force made his feet thousand pound weights.

They were in the infirmary. That he knew, but was it right to just walk in there now? Would she want him there? Would she just scream at him again; throwing her abhorrent banter into his face?

Yet, a part of him didn't care if she did or not. All that mattered was that he would be able to see her. To see her safe and sound within one of the beds, tucked away quietly so that she could regain her strength.

Actually, he hoped she would yell at him, scream and shout till her lungs ached. As long as she didn't stay still and quiet, because all that confirmed was her suffering and pain was still strong and extant. Honestly, he couldn't survive another jerk from those strings.

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Pleasant dreams. That is what parents say before a child goes to sleep. Dreams…our goals, our wishes and the things we love most in life, exist there. We cling to these fantasies desperately cherishing the time we are able to be happy without worry. Yet, sooner or later an obstruction appears and tears that world down returning one reluctantly back to reality.

This is the predicament Gohan found himself now. His memory had begun to seep into his subconscious and he marveled in the world where nothing had gone wrong, everyone was in attendance and balanced within each other. Yet, now the sky begins to fall and he's Chicken Little desperately seeking to grasp safety and happiness that still might exist. However, a fantasy is but a figment of our imaginations and Gohan discovered this quite quickly.

Darkness filled his vision quickly and a heavy weight fell over his eyes. Another shake and another rumble….slowly he allows the light to filter in on his world, shattering it instantly. Shaking his head slowly, to clear the daze within his mind, he sits up and stretches, but stops himself and realizes he still clasping Xenia's hand within his. Then he remembers that he had been disturbed only moments ago and glances over to find he wasn't alone with Xenia anymore.

"Trunks," Gohan ran a hand through his unruly hair, "What are you doing here?"

The young demi-saiyan shifted awkwardly under Gohan's gaze, his eyes averted to the floor, "I though I might check and see how she was doing. I thought you might know something so I woke you up."

Smiling softly at the teen, Gohan shifted his gaze to the young girl beside him, "She's fine right now. She had a couple of injuries, but none proved to be fatal. She's resting now, as you can see."

"Hey Gohan?"

"What is it Trunks?"

Trunks paused for a moment assessing his next question carefully in his mind. He didn't know if this was a smart decision, considering Xenia's attitude to him earlier, but….

"Since you are apparently tired, I thought I might take over the watch."

"I don't know Trunks." Xenia had chosen him to stay with her. She said for everyone to leave and that if anyone HAD TO stay then it would be him. He did feel the ever present fatigue beginning to weigh down his eye lids again and sighed. Surely she wouldn't be angry with him if he did switch with Trunks. Trunks had after all been one of her best friends when she was younger.

"All right," Gohan stood up and carefully unwrapped Xenia's fingers from around his hand. He hated to leave her like this, but it would be nice to check on Videl and Pan. Yet after setting her hand by his sisters side, he found that he missed its warmth. He never really tried to show it, but he had really missed her over these past eleven years; more than anyone probably knew.

"Thanks," Gohan whispered gratefully as he placed a hand on Trunks's shoulder. The teen was more worried than he cared to admit, but Gohan could see this clear as day. She'd be safe with Trunks around. With one final glance back he headed back upstairs, hoping that everything would be back to normal soon.

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Here he was again. Hovering over her, just like in the alley, but this time he didn't need to worry about her actually saying anything to him. He would enjoy the silence while it lasted, at least her peaceful slumber meant that she was at least a bit more comfortable around them.

Yet, she would wake eventually…what would he say to her? What could be said that wouldn't lead to another argument? He didn't wish to fight with her, but then again civil conversation didn't seem possible.

He sifted his hands through his lavender hair and pulled at the locks in utter frustration. His mind was only leading him in circles! Why couldn't things be simpler. Easier, like when they were younger. Back then the only worry they had was how they were going to execute the next prank on Vegeta. Though each attempt successful or not did place them on the evil side of the Saiyan Prince, they didn't seem to care. Just the shocked or horrified look on his face was enough to make the punishment, whatever it might be, bearable.

He chuckled lightly to himself as he imagined suggesting another escapade to her. She would probably yell at him for some new reason or call him bakayaro for even trying to suggest it while they had all obviously grown out such things. Yet, it might bring a smile to her lips, and that itself would make any verbal banter welcomed if he could achieve it.

"Maybe I should just leave….." He sighed to himself, maybe this hadn't been a good idea.

"Maybe you should."

His head whipped up at the sound of those words, his eyes quickly fixating themselves on the girl beside the him, "You're awake…."

He truly had no idea what to say and Xenia didn't reply. She simply sat up and bored her eyes into the lavender-haired intruder.

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He hoped that Xenia wouldn't wake up. He was already feeling the over bearing weight of guilt bearing down on him.

//Should I have left her with Trunks? Will she be angry at me?//

Gohan had no desire to dampen his newly found relationship with his sister. He had already gained her trust and to break it now would bring forth unwanted consequences.

"I thought you were watching Xenia."

Jerking his head up, Gohan looked around the dimly lit room, "Dad?" He called out softly, aware that the others might be asleep.

"Gohan, who's down there with her?"

Adjusting his eyes, Gohan managed to spot a slouched figure against one of the recliners, "Trunks."

Silence ensued and Gohan shifted himself nervously as he pondered under the situation.

"Father?"

Goku's head lifted slightly, but his features remained hidden by the room's darkness. Then again Gohan wasn't surprised by the setting his father had welcomed. After all, his own daughter didn't wish to see him. Taking a seat on the couch beside the saiyan, Gohan sighed. He terribly wished he knew what his father was thinking.

"Where's mom?"

"Your mother? She's sleeping."

Gohan raised a brow, suspicion clear on his face, "And she let you stay here and went to bed alone?"

"At first she didn't want to, but Goten said he would stay with her."

So that is where his baby brother ran off to. Seems like he would try and comfort their mother, but it was still odd to see his father sulking. Goku usually held a cheerful smile on his face, his only harsh expressions would be saved for battle. Yet, now…it seemed almost as if he possessed no energy at all. If Vegeta was here, he would surely be scolding his fellow saiyan of his apparent pathetic behavior.

"Did you talk to her?"

Gohan glanced up sharply and frowned at the question. It hadn't been much of a conversation….

"A little, but it wasn't much of a conversation."

Shifting in his chair, Goku allowed a small ray of moonlight to splay across half of his face, "What do you mean?"

"I told her what happened when she was sleeping. You remember, those bottles Bulma took."

Gohan watched silently as his father nodded, "Did she say anything about them?"

"No not really….but she did say that they would allow her to live. Yet, I found out that she doesn't know that she is sick yet."

Silence settled over the room as the elder saiyan turned his head to gaze out the window. They both knew that her condition was serious and according to Bulma incurable. Yet, that piece of information wasn't wanted for conversation.

"Did she….did she mention me at all?"

Gohan bit onto his lip nervously for a moment as he pondered his father's question. He hated to be placed on the spot like this and considering what his answer would be he didn't wish to tell him. A small grunt tore him from his pensive stupor and he glanced up and found a small smile upon his father's lips.

"She didn't, did she?" Goku sighed mournfully and gave a small chuckle, "Yet why would she. I abandoned you all for seven years and the one day I came back, she was taken from us."

"Dad don't thin-"

"No Gohan." The statement was sharp and brief, but held no malice or ill contempt, "I did abandon all of you and her letter….."

Goku's voice began to hitch up slightly as he shifted in the shadows. Before long he held a small frail envelope within his large palms, and Gohan nodded with understanding. Though he had never actually read the letter, he knew his father cherished it dearly. His sister had possessed nothing, but absolute admiration for their father and he would bet anyone that those simple pages of paper spoke this one fact in volumes.

"In this letter, she kept saying how she wished to see me. That she couldn't wait for the Tournament, and yet that day turned out to be the worst day of her life."

"But father, you didn't have anything to do with that." Gohan desperately protested, but quickly found his attempt futile as his father simply ignored the plea.

"I stayed in other-world because I wanted to protect my family, but in the end I wasn't even able to save her. He knew that all of you would come to the Tournament that day. That left a good opportunity for him. He could just come in and take her, and I let him."

"But you didn'-"

"Yes I did Gohan!" Goku shouted angrily as thin streaks glittered on his face, "It was my fault she was taken from us. I should have stayed there with all of you. I know I would have stayed there with her…"

"Would you have?"

Goku's head shot up as he searched the stolid face of his eldest son, "What do you mean? Of course I would have."

"Dad," Gohan casted his gaze to the floor. He hated to be the one to tell his father this, but hiding the truth always brought forth unwanted consequences, "Would you have? I love you and all, but I have to admit it. You were never home. You love to train and in the years after Frieza that's all you would do."

"But-"

Gohan lifted up his hand quietly and quickly silenced his father. If he didn't tell him now, then he never would be able to again.

"When I was younger, much younger…before Raditz. You would always spend time at home. You would play with me and spend time with mom, but after what happened that fateful day, you never were the same. You even stayed on Yardrat longer so that you could train and learn a new technique. I know you're a saiyan father, but I am one too. The same blood flows through me and I would be lying if I told you that I hated to fight. I enjoy the thrill I receive; the incredible rush of adrenaline. However, I don't try to endlessly seek for a battle."

"But Gohan," Goku stood up abruptly from his chair, "I never wanted people to come and endanger our lives! I never wished for Chikayuusei to be attacked!"

"Father, please calm down, you'll wake up mom and the others," Gohan pleaded quietly.

The saiyan began to clench his fist tightly by his side, the action going by unnoticed by his senses. Instead he simply fell back into the satin arm-chair and resolved to hear what his son had to say.

Yet, Gohan remained silent for a moment; apparently having been shaken from his rendition. He was always perceived as the more collective son. His every present studies built in that personality and he knew that he was the only one capable of explicating the situation while still retaining most of his composure.

"You trained for the androids everyday. I have no right to complain because the training involved me as well, but mom is a different story. I admit that you did spend time with her, but it was short and usually left her depressed and lonely. When I told her of your death, she broke down and cried for hours and yet…..Later that week, she told me that it was as if you had never left. Sure your side of the bed would be cold, but then again you never were around much so there wasn't much to be missed. Though, she was still heartbroken about your death, I assure you, but then again how could she not be."

Gohan felt his stomach twist uncomfortably for a moment, but decided to ignore it. His conscience wouldn't stop him from asking.

"What I'm trying to say is….If you had never died and was there the day of the Tournament, would you have stayed home with Xenia? Or would you have gone with me and Goten to meet up with Bulma and the others? After all, Saiyans don't stay sick for long and that one factor would come in wouldn't it? Wouldn't you believe it to be the flu or something akin to it and leave, thinking that she would be fine later that day?"

Goku didn't answer and Gohan found himself regretting every word he had spoken. It wasn't his place to tell his father this, but he wanted to know himself. He had long since been aware of his father's new fondness for training and the life of a warrior, the two having previously been attributes only belonging to Vegeta.

"Is that what you really believe Gohan?"

Goku granted a sparing glance at his son before adverting his eyes to the floor once again, "Am I really that ignorant of my family? Do I seem that cold-hearted?"

Gohan shut his eyes and forced himself not to answer. Anything that he would say would only contradict his speech. Sympathy wasn't an option at the moment.

"I see." It was a simple statement, but it held so much remorse and guilt that Gohan could barely contain himself. He desperately wished to console his father. If there was anything that he could say that would take away his guilt and pain…but that wouldn't be right. There was no use in trying to fix the moment with soft words. The truth had been laid out and it apparently was not what his father had expected to hear from him.

Pulling himself up, Gohan began walking to the stairs that led up to south wing of capsule corp. He didn't want to leave his father here, but he desperately wished to check upon his own family.

Stopping before the banister, he sighed once again to himself. He hated to flee from the situation, after all he had been accused of doing so for much of his life…

"I'm going to go check on Videl and Pan. Are you going to stay down here?"

No reply was given nor did Gohan hear any footsteps follow him upstairs. Perhaps it would be better if his father had time to himself. Sorting through everything would be hard and would place another hefty burden upon him, but what else could he have done? It was better this way…or at least Gohan hoped so.

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Apprehension was the first to set in and then embarrassment and doubt. He had no idea what to do or even think for that matter. Then again, what could one say in this type of situation?

I wasn't entirely upset with him, but the sudden loss of Gohan wasn't something I would take lightly. After all, he seemed to be the only one that would not bring the emotional baggage along. Vegeta was similar when considering his emotions, maybe that's why I felt more comfortable around them.

"Where's Gohan?"

The sudden question seemed to catch him off guard and he stuttered for a moment before he managed to tell me the reason he was here. Though it was hard to understand anything through his rush of almost incoherent babble.

"WellGohanwasasleep…andIcamein….a-andaskedifhewanted togetsomemrest…anduhhh…"

Trunks eyes swept over the room as he tried to assess the situation more calmly. Why was he acting this way? Why was he so nervous?! Yet he found himself quickly being forced to reality, by was it…laughter?

Good god he was acting as if one wrong word would cause me to explode into a fit of anger! Then again here comes those similar tendencies, after all Gohan had acted similar. I still couldn't believe how similar my temper had become when considering my mother's. Yet, then again Gohan hadn't been stuttering or blushing like Trunks was. It was an uncontrollable reaction. I tried to resist the laughter that was bubbling up, but it was utterly impossible.

He turned and stared with an expression of total and utter shock and I tried to shake my head to get him to calm down, but it was of no help. My sides began to ache slightly as I doubled over the small mattress. If he didn't stop I would end of embarrassing myself as well.

I continued to laugh till I felt tears beginning to roll down my face. However his shock quickly wore off and was replaced by a new and more familiar emotion….anger. Why would she be laughing at him at a time like this?!?

"What's so funny?!" He asked angrily as his fists wrung the side of the small mattress.

"It's just that…" I glanced over at him again for a moment and immediately pressed a hand to my lips. Oh no….more laughter fell form my lips as I surveyed his red, scrunched up face. It reminded me so much of the times I had teased him when we were kids.

"Xenia!" Trunks cried out as he felt what was akin to annoyance gnawing on his mind.

Yet, I couldn't help myself at the moment. His incredibly childish bouts were hilarious and soon the only action I was permitted to do was hug my stomach with incredible hilarity.

"Fine then. It's nice to see that you haven't changed."

At those words I quickly felt my laughter died within my throat. Had I heard him correctly? I turned sharply towards him, and found his anger gone. Instead, it had been replaced with curiosity and confusion, but I could hardly blame him for this. My moods weren't exactly consistent with one another.

"Xenia did I say something wrong?" Trunks didn't seem like a guy who was naïve when it came to women, yet his lack of knowledge at the moment astounded me. Yet, maybe I am crediting too much to the conversation me and Gohan had.

"I haven't …." I paused for a moment, "I haven't changed?"

He stared somewhat bewilderedly at me and I watched him open his mouth to speak, but decided otherwise at the last second.

Though the young demi-saiyan was quite puzzled at the moment and it didn't help that his tongue suddenly felt like a wad of cotton in his mouth.

"Uhhh….well you seem to act the same…"

//Good going Einstein!! Now she'll think you're a blubbering baka! Could I degrade myself any more infront of her//

"Do I really act the same?"

He stared at me with an expression akin to wonder and I allowed him a few moments to think of a response. Why did he seem so surprised at my questions? Yet, after a couple of minutes of silence, maybe it would be better if I initiated things.

"I haven't change that much have I? Gohan didn't think so either or at least I believe he didn't."

I scrunched my nose up as I contemplated over the situation. A strange impulse ran through me and I threw my legs over so that I could dangle them over the side of the bed. I just hoped Trunks would understand my mannerism as I placed my chin over my right palm.

"My conversation with Gohan wasn't really anything…more like broken statements and unanswered question if you ask me."

"But I," Trunks cocked his head in slight confusion, "Didn't ask."

I glanced up at him and frowned, "I know that. Just thought you might want to know."

He simply stared at me and smiled. He still seemed to be the same chibi Trunks that I had known, with a few added quirks here and there. I was content with the neutral atmosphere that had settle over the room, but not with the hushed reticence. I narrowed my eyes and set my face into a serious expression. Most people would find this comedic on my face, for I had never wandered far from my foolish tendencies.

Yet, without breaking eye contact, I smiled gratefully as the silence instantly shattered, "I don't like it when it's quiet."

I felt a chill run through me as my voice echoed slightly against the wall. I hate this place….Quickly sneered at my present companion, I decided that I wanted out of here.

"Or this room for that matter. I don't like hospitals. With their stark white walls and small uncomfortable beds." I visibly shivered for a moment and watched in disbelief as Trunks shook his head ruefully.

"What!?" I cried out, his antics confusing me utterly. What did I do?

"Yep, I can say for sure that your still one in the same. Nothings changed. Not you or your endless paranoia."

"Have I always been like this?" My face twisting in disbelief.

"You have no idea…."

"Oh boy….and here I thought it was something I had acquired while with Turlus…"

The name seemed to strike a cord within Trunks for he grew ever quiet again. I felt my smile fade as I observed his drastic change in behavior. I never realized that he would have such a reaction. Now that hadn't been a smart thing to do…

Chewing on my lower lip, I gazed about the room for a moment. I had to rectify this situation. What better than a nice little conversation piece. I hate to loose another person to my open-mouth-insert-foot mannerisms. Though it wasn't as if Gohan abandoned me or something, and I wanted to stay mad at Trunks….but now with him acting this way….I shouldn't be letting him get off so easily! But then again he didn't do anything wrong, but…..ARGHHHH!!

"You ok?"

My head snapped up at the comment, the internal debate dying down, "What?"

"You kinda looked like you were fighting with yourself. Your arms were swaying about and your face was twisting into many different expressions that were quite amusing."

He smirked lightly and chuckled at my psychotic behavior. And here I had thought I had gotten over my insane ways. The heat quickly rose in my face and I quickly turned away, hiding my embarrassment as best I could. Note to self: deal with your conscience when no one is in the room.

"I think I need to be committed to an insane asylum…." I smacked my forehead lightly and gazed at him somewhat annoyed.

"Maybe so, but then again if it took you this long to realize that then maybe you're beyond help."

"Hey!!" I socked him playfully in the arm as he continued to laugh at me. Maybe things were becoming normal again. To anyone who would have the privilege to see, they would guess that we were the best of friends. Yet, then again, looks can be deceiving and sometimes it's better that way.

"You know…"

"No I don't know…."

He narrowed his eyes at the me and ignored my jeering smile, "When I first came in here I had been readying myself for World War III."

"Really, why?" I asked, the amusement of our conversation apparent in my voice.

He smiled and shook his head, "Well you had made it quite clear that you didn't want to see me in the alley."

The alley…my chest suddenly constricted itself for a moment as my vision blurred. All those painful words, and the memories from my time with Turlus. I had been trying to forget those thing since I got back…and my….I glanced down at my stomach. The small ki that laid within me, its secrecy provided by the small shield I had placed over it days before. I was sick….wasn't I? All the pain from before and Gohan's all too apparent concern…I didn't want to think about any of this now, but Trunks's words quickly assaulted my body with all of these emotion.

My smile completely faded from my face as ever bit of newly found happiness disappeared. Why did he have to remind me of this? I felt my body slacken a bit as I rested against the bedpost. I hated these memories, I wanted things to be normal again, but that was just a simple fantasy that would never come true….

Two scathing streams began to flow from my eyes and I didn't care to wipe them away. I turned away from him then, hiding my face under my unruly bangs, but I still couldn't hide my distraught feelings from him. I pitied that he didn't understand. I knew none of them could, but then again wasn't that my fault as well. Trunks sat there mute, and I knew he was trying to think of a way to console me.

"Xenia…."

I hiccuped slightly as my sobs took over my body. A slight shiver and I closed my eyes as I tried to shut out his voice, "Please Trunks don't…."

"But what did I do?"

"Why did you have to ruin this…" I knew I was being unfair to him, but what else could I do? I couldn't explain things too him! Could I? Would he understand?

"What are you talking about? I don't know what I did."

I turned fully away from him this time, pulling my knees up to my chest. No, I couldn't tell him. Not now at least.

"Why did you have to ruin this? It finally felt normal being with some one here, almost like….." I choked back a sob, my voice failing me at the last moment.

Desperate to find out what had gone wrong, he reached out to my frail form, "Please Xenia…tell me what I did wrong."

Yet I yelped quietly as his hand fell onto my shoulder, my body jerking from his warm touch, "Please Trunks, don't. Please don't."

Perplexed and guilt-ridden, the demi-saiyan sat back against the hard wooden chair beside Xenia's bed. He longed to reach out to her, to try and comfort her in any way he could, but he couldn't….

Instead he allowed himself to simply sit there and glance now and then at her turned back. He hated himself for giving her such pain….

She had been so happy before. It had almost felt the same….the same as when the three of them were younger and would hang out together. Just himself, Xenia and Goten…pulling pranks and playing non-stop every minute of every day. Yet, a smile didn't lift his lips as the memories passed through his mind. Instead his frowned deepened as he realized that he had shattered that dream of normalcy once again.

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I bet you all were wondering when Trunks would come in again, huh? Romance will come soon. You can't rush these thing, you know! There is one thing that could affect the whole getting together part. I have somewhat of an idea of what is going to happen, but I must ask you all something first:

"Should Xenia tell someone that she's pregnant, or should she wait a while? And if she tells someone, should it be one person or everyone?"

I'm not quite sure when this should happen because it would create more complications within everyone and well with the virus and Bulma seeking a cure, but yeah…..so I really would like to know what you all think of this. This chapter kinda seemed like a filler to me, but the next one will reveal some new revelations within the whole situation. Also could some one fill me in on how I'm portraying Goku. I don't want him to look to pathetic, cause that would seem too OOC. Onegai!!!!! Domo Arigatou Minna-san. Ja ne!