Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Lucky Chance ❯ Tears of a Bleak Future: Chapter Five ( Chapter 5 )

Warnings: Very emotional and romantic. Beware!

Lucky Chance 5

Tousan, me and Trunks laid in a field just above a city, watching clouds float overhead.

"So, Gohan," Trunks started. "What made you turn super saiya-jin the first time?" Tousan was quiet for a few seconds.

"I thought about all my friends," dad said. "Piccolo, Krillin, everyone who had been killed. I thought about all them, and I get this anger running through my blood. I let the anger overtake me and I turn super saiya-jin."

"I've never lost anyone close to me." Trunks said quietly. "I don't think I'd ever want to, even if it could turn me into a super saiya-jin. No life is worth that." Our conversation was interrupted by an explosion in the city. The whole place went up in smoke within seconds.

"No! It's the androids!" I cried. We sprang to our feet.

"You two! Sit!" dad ordered. "You're not coming this time."

"But we have to help!" Trunks said. "What if something happens? It's better to have three on two instead of one on two."

"Both of your mothers would kill me if something happen to you two."

"Daddy! I would never forgive myself if something happen to you!"

"Pan! Please, just don't get involved in this fight."

"Gohan! You have to let us fight! We're much stronger than you think. We can help!" Dad seemed to soften a little.

"Fine, you two can help." he said. We turn to the city and suddenly, something struck my neck and I fell unconscience. I heard a faint voice.

"I'm sorry, Pan. But I would never let you go so you could get killed. Take care of you mother." Then, everything went blank.

I was awoke by soft rain drops drenching my face. I sat up and to my dismay, my head was hit by a wave of pain from a headache. I looked around, almost not recognizing my surroundings, but the last events that had occurred filled my head. Tousan! I sprang to my feet and called out.

"Daddy! Daddy!" I screamed frantically. I saw Trunks, still unconscience, and rushed to him. "Wake up! Damn it, wake up!" I shook him until he stirred and sat up.

"What happened?" he asked groggily.

"Daddy! He's gone!" I gasped in between hyperventilating breaths. "He went to...fight the androids!" Trunks gasped.

"Where is he?" he asked. I shook my head. "We have to find him. He might be in danger." We took off flying through the ruined. It looked so different from the last time I had saw it, which was only a few hours ago. I looked in every direction, searching for my father, hoping he was alright. Then, my heart seemed to stop as I saw a familiar orange gi. I couldn't bring myself to go see if it was my father. Trunks sped ahead of me and landed next to the person. He slowly turned him over, revealing my father's face. I gasped and felt like I was going to drop out of the sky. I landed on the ground and slowly walked up to him, praying for the best. Why? Why did you have to go? WHY?! The rain continued dropping, adding to the tears that were pouring down my face. I got to tousan's side and checked for a pulse. Nothing...I broke down crying.

"Father!" I screamed. I was full of hate and pain. Trunks seemed too stunned to do anything. Suddenly, he started screaming. His ki sky-rocketed through the roof. His hair stood straight up and turned blond. I stared, dumbfounded and completely speechless. His soul-piercing scream continued as he dug his fingers into his palms and smashed his fists into the ground. He had achieved the super saiya-jin. When he ran out of breath, buried his face into his hands.

"Gohan..." he whispered. "Why'd you have to fight them on your own?" Tears flowed freely down both our faces. I didn't know what to do or say. My father was dead. I hardly knew him, yet, I was attached to him the same way I am to my mom. Now, the link between us was broken. I felt like it was all my fault.

"I shouldn't have let my guard down, even on my father." I muttered, feeling very guilt for his death. I kept crying, unable to stop. Trunks had dropped out of super saiya-jin mode and lifted tousan's head.

"We should take him home. Give him a proper funeral." he whispered. I nodded and helped carry him. While we flew through the sky, I was still crying. I hoped that dad would wake up and everything would be okay, but it wasn't going to happen. He was still dead. When we got to my house, I could hear my mother crying too and grandma trying to comfort her.

"Something happened!" I heard her scream. "Gohan's in danger! I can't sense him anymore!" Mom had a keen sense of dad. It must've been the saiya-jin bond they had. She heard us land and she ran outside. "Gohan!!" she shrieked. She rushed to him and put a hand to his face. "He's cold. Why is he cold?!" Trunks and I were silent. Mom broke down crying. "I was right. He's dead!" She hugged dad, burying her face on his chest. Grandma's face was white with grief. She stood in the doorway to the house, lost at words. She slowly fell sideways and used the doorframe as support to keep her from fainting.

"My...baby...is dead?" she stuttered. I ran to her side and trying comforting her. A lone tear slid down her face. "Those androids...when will be enough?! How many more must suffer or lose their lives till those monsters are satisfied?!" She sobbed quietly on my shoulder. I kept crying too, grieving with her. No matter how many times I told myself that he was just sleeping, I knew in my heart...he was gone for good.

His funeral was held a few days after, but we had to make it quick because the androids had been spotted nearby. The next few years were the toughest. Grandma would make lots of food, expecting dad to be there, but the empty chair was a constant reminder that he was gone. I was probably taking it the hardest. I would have to cry myself asleep each night and all day, I sulked in my bedroom, crying. I didn't eat very much and said very little, even on my 12th and 13th birthdays. Trunks would go out to fight the androids to avenge tousan's death, but he only ended up getting beaten. He would have to run and hide. It was horrible. He would visit us sometimes and when he did, he would stay with me. I didn't know why, but I was glad that he did. Sometimes, I would curl up on his lap and cry onto his shoulder. He simply held me, telling me that everything was going to be okay. I'd hold him tightly, afraid that if I let go, he'd vanish forever, like my father. Whenever he was around, the pain of my loss didn't seem so bad. It was as if Trunks was filling in the gap that was causing me so much pain. I sat with him silently. My crying had calmed down a little, but I still sobbed. He had his arm around me and I leaned against him, feeling ready to fall asleep.

"Pan?" Trunks said quietly. I tilted my head slightly so I could see him. "Maybe...maybe we should talk about Gohan. It might make us feel better." I whined as my response. "C'mon Pan. It's been a whole year since his death. You have to say something. I haven't heard your beau- your voice in a while." I sat up. 'What was he about to say? Beau...beautiful?' I still didn't say anything. I still felt broken and in pain. It was as if the words were non-existent. Finally, I summoned up all my courage.

"Trunks." I whispered as I hugged him tighter. He seemed to be relieved by my voice, and even more relieved because I had said his name. "I miss him. I miss him a lot. I wish he hadn't left me and mom."

"He didn't leave by choice." Trunks replied.

"Well, in my mind, he did! He didn't have to go fight." Trunks was quiet. "I may not have known him for as long as you, but he was my father, and he meant a lot to me. Without him, I feel so empty."

"I miss him too. Some days, I wonder if I should just end it all. But then I remember I have a lot to live for, like mom, Chi-chi-san, and most of all...you." I was stunned by the last part.

"Me?" I asked. "Why me?" Trunks was quiet again.

"Never mind." he muttered.

"No, tell me." I almost ordered.

"Never mind!" Trunks shot back. I was a little hurt, but I understood. Some things were just hard to say aloud. I lowered his head down and kissed his cheek.

"It's okay. I know." His eyes widen at my words. He smiled softly and returned the kiss on my cheek. "One day, when we've beaten the androids, we can live in peace together."

"I promise, one day I'll rid the world of the androids for good." He kissed my forehead, sealing his promise.

When Trunks left about an hour later, the pain of my father's death came back and I stayed in my room for most of the night. Soon, there was a knock at the door. In walked my mom.

"Pan, are you okay?" she asked. "I saw you run to your room after Trunks left. Did he do something?"

"No...well, I guess not." I said, looking away. Mom examined my face.

"You're glowing." she said plainly as if she were telling the time. "Your face is glowing." She smirked at me. "Okay, out with it! Who's the lucky contender?"

"Kaasan! I'm not glowing." I said innocently.

"It's Trunks!" kaasan shouted. "Omigod! I'm so happy for you!" She hugged me.

"Huh? How would you know?" I asked, already knowing the answer.

"Silly, I know all the signs. I did fall in love myself, y'know. Does he know? Oh what am I asking? Of course he knows, or else you wouldn't be glowing!"

"Mom! I'm not glowing! And I don't think he knows."

"Then why are you glowing? The only explanation is that either you told him or he told you."

"How do you know all this?"

"Because, you're glowing, you hang out with Trunks all the time, you said he knows, but didn't say how he figured it out, so that means he told you. I'm naturally smart. I bet it's an unspoken attraction." I smiled sheepishly, just like my dad. She seemed a lot happier this year. Last year, she was a complete wreck. She was almost as upset as I was. Now, she was more concerned about getting on with her life by making mine better.

"Mom, please don't embarrass me. I'm not ashamed of you, but you're really starting to make me nervous." Mom started laughing at me.

"Gomen!" she giggled. "I'll try not to talk about it, but when you feel ready, tell me, okay?" I nodded. "That's my girl!" She got up and made her way to the door.

"Mom," I called. "It is an unspoken attraction." She smirked at me and winked before leaving.