Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Lost ❯ Confessions ( Chapter 42 )

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Three more chapters to go!! This is the pinnacle chapter within the crazy relationship between Trunks and Xenia. It's not too mushy and it has some angst in it, but not to the level that you've see me display in the past. Lol. Hope you guys enjoy this cause it drained me completely to write this chapter as well as bestow upon me a rather annoying migraine that simply won't go away. Thank god someone invented Advil!!

Disclaimer: Hontouni?!? You believe that I would own DragonBallZ?!?

Lost

Chapter 41…………

Was this a smart thing to do? After all the appointment had already been placed and he was expected to come down there, wasn't he? Then again, would it really matter if he didn't go? Had it all been a absurd joke that's only purpose had been to coax a reaction from him? But on the other hand….

Growling angrily at himself, the young demi-saiyan clutched his head tightly as he tried to drive the incessant pestering thoughts from his mind. However this didn't grant him any sense of tranquillity and did not slake the resounding beat that pulsed within his head.

Dammit! Thrusting his hand against the wooden panel he sighed in frustration as the hinges screamed and broke underneath the massive force. //Where the hell had all the aspirin go?!?//

He was a warrior born and had endured mass amounts of pain through ever battle that he had been drawn into, however nothing could compare to the amount of annoyance he felt at the moment. He was confident that if Gohan and Videl were not sleeping on the couch he would have eagerly pounded his head against the wall. After all, wouldn't that pain cancel out the other? //Probably not, with my luck…//

"You know she's waiting for you."

Turning abruptly on his heel, Trunks glanced at the saiyan before him. Leaning nonchalantly against the wall, Son Goku crossed his arms and poised a smug smirk upon his face, "You ok?"

Oh great, now Trunks had another person to witness his insane bouts. Then again it was this man's fault that he was feeling this way in the first place. Goku had always seemed to be a nice easy going man who would never hurt a fly, yet that didn't stop his devious and cunning will from shining through once in a while.

Sighing in defeat Trunks turned away, "I do NOT want to go down there."

Feigning off the slow rising chuckle, Goku offered a small smile, "It won't be THAT bad."

Glancing back, Trunks lifted a brow in doubt. Not that bad…..Did the saiyan know what he was talking about? After all every encounter between the two teens ended in either anger, tears or screaming at each other at the top of their lungs!

"She probably doesn't want to see me and besides," He lifted up his lips in a small smile, "You're probably the one who talked her into this just like you did with me. Though you didn't give me the chance to talk…."

Chuckling a bit to himself, Goku averted his eyes to the sleeping pair on the couch, "Yeah, but if I gave you time to talk, would you have listened?"

That was true…..he probably wouldn't have if given the chance. "Do I really have to go down there?"

A small squeak that exuded the desperation and hope that he knew were fruitless after all this man wasn't going to give in that easily, Goku never had in the past.

A slow nod was the only answer given as the saiyan decided that opening his mouth would result in uncontrollable laughter. It seemed as though his daughter had inherited the same dangerous temper from her mother. After all, the last time he saw Trunks Briefs this intent on avoiding someone was whenever his mother dragged him to the mall. A small chuckle passed his lips, but quickly faded as the thin lavender brows narrowed in anger. Yep, he didn't need to rile up the boy anymore.

"You just better get down there soon. She's a lot like her mother." Stated Goku pointedly as he turned away from the demi-saiyan. He didn't even need to see the terrified expression on the young teen's face, Trunks's rapid increase in ki told him enough.

Stifling yet another chuckle he walked away from the demi-saiyan, after all Goku had told his wife he would be right back. After coaxing her to stay within their room upstairs, he didn't need to break that promise. He shivered a bit as he remembered his comment to Trunks. Yes, Xenia could be like her mother, yet he was glad she didn't retain her temper completely.

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Ok……Now how did I get myself into this mess? I glanced at the empty doorway and sighed again. My father had said Trunks would come down here soon, yet the boy had yet to arrive. Then again that wasn't a bad thing….no it was, fore every minute that passed my stomach would tie itself into an even bigger knot. Though at the moment that would seem impossible without me loosing the pathetically small breakfast I had been given earlier.

Trunks…..Now how did this happen? I mean he was my best friend throughout those first seven years. I didn't think, no I didn't remember him for the next eleven and now I see him again. The first week we had literally been enemies and the next week we were, well we were still in a way enemies. Though, it had been my fault in the first place. He had simply wanted me to come back here, but then again he didn't need to demand it from me. Didn't he demand it that I come back? Oh dear Dende, don't tell me my mother's temper is starting to rub off on me. Though she does keep dad in check with it.

Faint footsteps…..Damn. My stomach flip-flopped, causing me to cringe at the annoying feeling. I didn't need to go through this.. I mean, I had a life-threatening disease! Wouldn't the stress of this be well, hazardous? Oh wait, I already tried that….Yep, dad hadn't accepted that excuse either. Though it would be worse if he just appeared out of nowhere. I guess this abhorrent tile can have some useful purposes, even though it was the main reason why I had failed to escape from this room. Damn saiyan hearing, one step and my father and Vegeta would come rushing in. Damn……maybe dad is right. I need to lay off the cussing.

The shuffling of footsteps alerted me as I glanced swiftly towards the doorway. Another twist and another flop, this time bringing forth an new uneasy warmth within me that I wasn't too keen on studying.

"Trunks…."

The lavender-haired demi-saiyan shifted nervously and smiled. Dammit, why was this so awkward. To keep my promise now, I'll need a bar of soap stuck into my mouth.

"Hey."

Oh yeah, this was starting out great. Not only did our social skills become impaired, now we were acting as if this was the first time meeting one another. Those Kais are probably laughing their heads off watching us now. After all, the Son and Briefs family had become an interesting part of all their conversations since my father found out he was a saiyan.

"Can I come in?"

No, just stand there and we'll gawk at one another for the rest of the day! "Sure."

I felt like grabbing my bedpost and smacking it against my head. Why did these things have to happen to me?!?

I watched warily as he walked over and sat down in the empty chair beside me. Well, now that we have accomplished this, maybe we could actually begin with starting a real conversation. Albeit, it seemed unlikely that would ever happen.

"So…"

Oh boy…..Now how to start. He's uttered one word and me, well I'm still laying here silently. This wasn't a good omen.

"We really need to get past one syllables again." I drawled sarcastically as I turned my attention to the vacant cot across the room. That comment earned me a faint chuckle from him; small victories such of these should be celebrated.

"Yes, this has become awkward hasn't it?"

Finally we have a question that can be answered with more than one word!! "I guess. Blame my father though. It seems so unlike him to do something like this."

He nodded and gave a small snort, "I know what you mean. Goku always seemed very naïve around all of us and never tried anything that would make us believe otherwise, at least not frequently. Though I'm beginning to suspect that he enjoyed dragging us into this little mess."

"That's my dad for ya," I chimed happily, "One moment he is a man that is so innocent you'd never suspect he had been in battles or endured any hardships and then other….."

I glanced at Trunks for a moment, "Well, other times I suspect that he's been hanging around your dad too much."

"Mine?" He asked incredulously as his eyes widened in disbelief, "And why would you say that?"

"Oh I don't know, perhaps those times where he would arrange training sessions in the most terrible way possible after we pulled pranks on him. He put a lot of thought into those things."

"He did, didn't he?" Trunks laughed as he recalled a certain "blue-haired" Prince placing the gravity at 1,000 while forbidding the use of super saiyan except for himself of course.

"Though my father was right," I glance over at him briefly, "And everyone else seems to have the same idea as well." I blushed slightly as I remembered my father's words from the day before.

FLASHBACK

"I don't know why you refuse to admit it."

"Dad!" I yelled vexed and completely embarrassed as the pallid hue soon turned crimson upon my cheeks.

"Bra said it herself. You do have feelings for him, don't you?" He insinuated smugly as a smirk played joyfully on his lips.

"I…er….he doesn't and…ARGH!" I yelled as I threw myself over my knees like a five year old. Did this torture have to go for much longer?!?!

A short chuckle passed his lips, "I thought as much. He was very worried about you, you know. I had never seen him so upset before."

I glanced up at him and weighed the comment. He was that worried about me? But why? All I had done was bestow more pain and anguish on all of them.

"Why does care about me anyway?" I grumbled darkly, the comment directed more to myself than my father.

"I don't understand it myself, but he cares deeply for you though I'm not sure how deeply," Goku frowned at this before glancing back to the doorway. His body visibly stiffened as his ki shot up a bit.

"You getting all protective of me now?" I asked half-amused by his sudden change in behavior.

He simply grinned, "A little. After all you're my little girl."

It would probably be fruitless to remind him that I was eighteen and not a child anymore. Then again doesn't every father think his daughter is still that small little girl even when their married and with children.

I sighed in defeat, "What do I say to him?"

I watched him weigh this question within his mind for a moment, his chin poised perfectly in his hand. A camera would be perfect in this situation. Whenever my father thought so deeply about something it would bring forth a very amusing expression to his face that I couldn't help but laugh at.

"I don't know," He stated calmly without braking his pondering stance, "But if he says anything at all to upset you…"

My eyes widened in shock as he narrowed his eyes in anger and for a moment I could swear they changed from obsidian to teal, "I'll lock him in the gravity room with Vegeta for a whole month!"

END OF FLASHBACK

Now if that last comment didn't convince me that this meeting would soon become a disaster them nothing would. Though, with our light conversation at the moment, maybe my thoughts would be proven wrong.

"They were right about what?"

I glanced at him for a moment a little shocked at his confusion. Ok, now I knew he was playing dumb. There was no way in he---heck…..almost slipped there. He did know the point of this little meeting didn't he?

"Don't you know?"

He averted his eyes about the room for a moment and shook his head. Yet the nervous writhing of his hands did tip me off a little. Liar, lair pants on fire……I cocked my head to the side as I studied his facade. It seemed as though Vegeta's perfected facial skills had been inherited here.

"You're too much like your father…" I sighed heavily as I leaned against my elbow.

"Now why does everyone keep telling me that?" He seemed truly perplexed at the moment. His face scrunched up in a contemplative stare as his tongue snaked out to massage his upper lip. Here comes Bulma's influence, I never saw anyone else hold that expression before now. Where as my own family had favored one parent's features more than the other while here I had a perfectly molded specimen.

Then again, Trunks didn't have his parents temper. He was a little hot headed, but he was still a far cry from Bulma and Vegeta.

FLASHBACK

"So I have a day to prepare for this?"

He chuckled lightly and leaned back against the stiff chair, "You two are only going to talk."

Yes, that fact was obvious, but one couldn't be too prepared. Especially, when you considered our current "relationship."

"You aren't making this any easier."

"Was I suppose to?"

How I wished I could wipe that smug grin off his face! Then again taking on inch out of this bed would be fairly impossible considering the wound on my thigh…and arm….and shoulder….

Rolling my eyes in a pathetic attempt to rebel against my captor, I leaned back against the bedpost. This had not gone as I planned, then again things rarely did these days.

"KAKARROTTO!!!!!!!!!"

My eyes snapped up immediately as the loud roar boomed over the infirmary. A high pitched gasp escaped my throat as a hand thrusted itself out and clasped my father's neck within a vice grip. Oh dear Dende…..

He was snarling at the younger saiyan, his lips curled up to display his white fangs. Heaving against his dark top, his chest shook as a low growl passed over his lips. If this wasn't the perfect display of saiyan-jin instinct, I didn't know what was. Now if only I knew what was going on, then maybe I would be less terrified.

"WHAT THE HELL IS THE MATTER WITH YOU KAKARROTTO?!?!"

I watched my father squirm under the Saiyan-jin Prince's grip, his fingers lacing themselves around the offending limb. Yet, my father didn't try to move it away, yet applied enough pressure to loosen the grip of the gloved fingers.

"Vegeta?"

His obsidian orbs briefly glanced at me, and I could swear I saw his grip tighten. What the hell was his problem?! My father hadn't done anything!

"Vegeta!" I yelled, laying my hand on his arm. I winced at the sudden movement, not noticing the small trail of blood that ran down my arm. Dammit! Stupid stitches never stayed in place!

Within seconds Vegeta was sitting beside me, my injured arm propped up for his inspection. This man possessed the strangest mood swings……

"Vegeta?" That was the third time I had said his name now and I still hadn't' received a response from him.

He hastily turned away from me then, his cobalt top tensing under his grip as he pulled at the weak fabric. Ok, now he was making a make-shift bandage for me?? I watched in quiet fascination as he tenderly wrapped the new or rather reopened laceration on my shoulder.

"The onna hasn't brought in the new medical supplies. You're a saiyan though, you'll survive."

Ok, this was VERY un-Vegeta like…..

"You ok?"

He glanced up at me and lifted up a brow in slight confusion. I gazed at my father for a moment and frowned as he simply shrugged his shoulders. Placing one hand on Vegeta's forehead, I sat back and counted for a moment to myself.

"You don't have a fever."

Pulling away sharply he scowled at my little antics. Even If he didn't wish to admit it out loud, he was acting peculiar. Then again he was worried about me…..

Stepping back towards the small cot, he bent down and stopped mere inches from my face.

"Don't." A small click could be heard followed by a few others. Where the hell was that coming from? Out of the corner of my eyes, I noticed his hand move back from behind my bedpost, "Turn that off again."

I nodded rapidly under his intense glare as he rose up infront of my father. Vegeta turned slightly towards him, his scowl never fading. Yet, my father simply grinned and gave a small chuckle, "Sorry Vegeta. Didn't think you'd mind."

END OF FLASHBACK

Learning that every word or sound for that matter within the room would be heard by Vegeta at all times was…..very unsettling to say the least. Now with his son in the room, I seriously doubted he would enjoy what Trunks had to say.

"Ummm…Trunks?" I asked quietly as I reached out to grab his arm, "You do know about the….thing, right?"

"Huh?"

I jerked my thumb behind me and he followed the movement for a moment before taking in a large gasp.

"Oh that?"

`Oh that?' He knew and he wasn't nervous or apprehensive about what to say?

"He won't listen to us. I doubt he'll want to in the first place. He's probably training right now. The only thing he'll hear is you, IF you have another attack. That's why he has the thing with him."

I bit down on my lip nervously for a moment and glanced nervously at my bedpost, "Yeah, I know, but…it's still…..unsettling…"

"You think so?" He chuckled lightly to himself as he followed my gaze.

"Well at least we're interacting like normal people now." I stated softly as I glanced over at him. A chance at normalcy had been one of my goals for this conversation. One down and about a gazillion to go……

"Anyway, what were you talking about before?" He shifted in the small chair, tipping it back a little as his lips pulled up a little at the question. Here we go again, and here I thought he had grown out of trying to embarrass me…..

"Well, my dad said he had mentioned it to ya earlier." I stated smoothly and watched with quiet satisfaction as his cerulean orbs widened considerably. What happened next….I sighed to myself for a moment, trying desperately to bite down the laughter that was threatening to explode within me.

Trunks now laid on the floor, the chair broken and sprawled about him in many pieces as he grinned sheepishly at me. Oh yeah, that wasn't the most graceful of falls. His arms flaying out spasmodically as the chair tipped completely over and was crushed completely under his weight.

Now if only I had a camera, another perfect shot missed!

"You ok?" I asked carefully, failing to stifle the soft giggle that arose at the end.

"Yeah." He stood abruptly, his hand patting the small amount of wooden shards from his pants.

"So….is it true?" I ventured quickly as I glanced up at him. Freezing for a moment, he gazed up and frowned as the slightest blush chased itself across his face.

"What my sister said? She was the one to tell Goku that, right?" He asked shakily as he turned to glance at the vacant doorway.

"Well," I paused for a moment and smiled at the memory, "She didn't exactly tell him. He heard it."

"What do you mean `he heard it'?" He asked slightly confused, "How can he hear it if-"

"He wasn't in the room," I interrupted abruptly and pointed towards the doorway, "I spotted him after Bra left. He apparently had been eavesdropping."

"Goku? Eavesdropping?" He raised a single lavender brow in disbelief.

"Yep." I quipped as I averted my eyes from his shuffling form. How did he manage to get us off topic so much. Here I was trying to get this over with and he was still avoiding it!

"Does it matter?" He asked exasperatingly, his hand swinging back to comb through his limp locks.

That was an interesting question. After all did it truly matter, I mean it wasn't true anyway. I groaned softly as my stomach churned violently at the thought. Why did that one thought make me feel so terrible?

"Are you ok?"

I glanced up and found him leaning slightly over the bed, his face inches before mine. His beautiful cerulean orbs searching desperately for the cause of my discomfort.

//Bra said it herself. You do have feelings for him, don't you?" He insinuated smugly as a smirk played joyfully on his lips. //

Did I have feelings for him? I mean….he was my best friend right? We were friends. Just friends.

"Xenia?" He asked softly his hand coming up to cup my chin in an attempt to silently inspect my mind. Thank Dende he didn't know telepathy……Yet I couldn't help it. I always hated the way my body sometimes acted of its own accord. The rapid increase of my heart rate, the shiver that ran up my spin and the intense tingling that ravaged the skin he touched.

//I don't understand it myself, but he cares deeply for you though I'm not sure how deeply.//

Why did dad always have to be right? I mean for one time in his life couldn't he be wrong? Would that be so hard?

"Trunks…."

He cocked his head to the side for a moment, pulling himself down beside me, "What's the matter?"

My eyes averted to my writhing hands for a moment as my teeth grinded down on my lower lip. Oh dear Dende, I couldn't do this. I mean this was…it was….

How the hell do they make this seem so simply? Maybe I should have asked advice from my mother or Bulma, after all I knew this would come up sooner or later. A light image swam into my mind, one of those stupid love scenes from the soaps on TV. The man becoming ever inquisitive then the girl is nervous and frightened and leaps up the next moment for a kiss. Yes, what a cliché to copy.

A small chuckle fell from my lips as I looked up at him.

"You ok?" He asked again his brows furrowed together in a perplexed and slightly amused expression. I probably appeared so insane to him. Why did he care about me anyway? Someone who only a week before had made his life a living hell. Why?

"Dammit." I fumed softly, "Why do you have to care so much about me?"

I felt the air thicken in my throat as the oh too familiar choking sensation filled my lungs.

//Don't even tell me I'm going to cry!!// I screamed inwardly as I turned away once again. I didn't need to become a broken down mess at the moment.

//You're pregnant, honey. You're gonna get emotional// Once again my conscience decides to pop-up with useless information that I was well aware of days in advance.

"Xenia?"

Yet, again I had left him hanging there, without a clue to why I was upset. Did I always send him on this roller-coaster ride?

Shutting my eyes tightly, I tried to debar every sound within the room. I couldn't do this. I couldn't. Why did I always have to be the one to initiate everything? Couldn't I just for once be the innocent bystander that receives a lucky break?

"Why do you-"

I stopped suddenly, my mouth running dry as my heart skipped a beat. His large arms moved gently around my waist pulling me towards him in a close but tender embracement. Oh dear Dende, what is going on? What's happening? I drew in a sharp breath as I relaxed my hands against his chest. He was holding me. He….

"Xenia…."

I glanced up at his face, his lavender locks creating a small veil over our faces. I didn't dare speak, I was too scared. What if he pulled away? What if he suddenly freaked out? I shivered slightly and he tightened his grip, being careful of my injuries as he slid his arms over my back.

His eyes were tightly shut, his face portraying a sense of utter desperation and doubt that I couldn't understand.

"I'm sorry, but please….."

Trunks…..what are you…..

"Just please don't tell me to leave you alone again. Don't tell me that I'm ruining everything."

His voice began to crack as the last few words fell from his lips. What have I done to him? How could I make him think this way? Trunks……..

"I-"

He opened his eyes at that moment, glistening tears shining against those warm ocean-blue eyes. With silent fascination, I watched as a lone droplet teetered over the edge of his vision. Falling slowly it gently tapped my cheek, the warm liquid slowly flowing down before veering off to my lips. Salty tears composed of remorse and anguish, the tiniest bit of hope a speck within its lucid depths.

I felt myself reach up to him. Slowly, as if my entire body had grown a will of its own. A few more inches, just a few more and then……

// She sighed and coughed again, "You may not…believe you deserve to live….but…does he?" He? He who? She noticed my confusion and a dry chuckle managed to arise from her, "him." Her hand moved to rest on my stomach and I gazed at the spot intently. Him…my baby…..Turlus's child…//

Turlus's' Child……Pulling back abruptly, I cried out as his hand pressed into my shoulder. The stitches shifting within the torn flesh spurting fresh blood.

"Xenia! Oh I'm so sorry! What was I thinking?! I-"

I smiled sadly at him as I pulled my hand from his mouth. I couldn't do this. I couldn't be this cruel to him.

"Trunks…"

I reached over and gently cupped his hand in my own and pulled it over to my lap.

//Please don't hate me….//

The two scathing streams that appeared whenever he was near. They returned once again, yet this time they were born from shame. My own shame.

"Xenia?" He asked tentatively as he furrowed his brows in worry.

He has to know….Placing his hand over my smooth stomach, I hesitated for a moment. Shutting my eyes tightly, I let a few more tears stream down my red cheeks.

//Please don't hate me….//

Taking one large breathe, I relaxed my body and sighed in relief as the energy faltered around me and disappeared. Another shiver and another flop…..glancing up, I found my eyes locked on two shocked cerulean orbs. The tears that been held back, the tears he tried not to shed, running freely now down his cheeks.

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Now I am quite curious….how did all of you plan this little scene to go? I know some people thought, oh they're gonna have this mushy lovey-dovey scene or something akin to the sorts. Lol Anyone who knows me well would know for a fact that….well I would never write something like that in a millions years. Though, I hoped you liked the tidbits of comedy that I managed to sneak in. ^_^

Now the next chapter……Chapter 43 will be hard to do, mostly cause it strays away from the light convo. that has been taking place. Yep, here comes the drama and angst again in full force! You should know by now that I can't stray from that stuff for long. Lol Anywho, can anyone in the meanwhile help me out with one thing? Pretty please?? I don't have that much knowledge concerning medical equipment or procedures. With my brother not helping me as well, well I'm on my own and it's getting difficult to get info. and I'll need it for CH.43. Onegai!! Domo Arigatou minna-san!! Oyasumi!! (Translation: Please!! Many thanks everyone!! Good night!!)