Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Nevermind ❯ Another Argument ( Chapter 1 )

[ P - Pre-Teen ]

NEVERMIND
By Raven Pan
(I don't own them, I'm just playing rough)

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I - Another Argument
Sunday, February 15

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"Damn it Chibi..." you did it again. I bet you weren't even certain just what you'd done, judging by that innocent look on your face, the continued presence of the light dancing in your eyes. You'll never get it, I think - that I don't look at the world with the same... enthusiasm as you tended to treat it.

"Huh? What'd I do now?"

Sorry if that's such a disappointment. "Nevermind," I found myself saying, once again, with my usual sigh and false smile. I don't know if you've ever picked up on it... that my smiles weren't truly real anymore. If you asked me when they stopped being so, I don't know what I'd say. You see, I don't know.

"No really, what's wrong? What'd I do?"

"You didn't do anything, just drop it, Chibi."

You had that look in your eye, and I barely recognised it for what it was, before you practically pounced on me, pushing me against the wall.

"Trunks. Tell me what's wrong," the light was gone from your eyes now, you're being serious.

I guess I forgot you had a darker side. But I think you forgot just how stubborn I could be, too. "No."

"Trunks..." is that warning I hear in your tone?

I couldn't help but smirk. You... were threatening me? I bet you didn't even know what you'd do if you had to follow through with the tone you gave me. "No." As always, my tone was calm, quiet.

Don't fuck with me today, Chibi - I'm not in the mood.

You growled in frustration as I easily pushed you away from me - you lost a lot of your strength when you were ill last fall, and you haven't caught back up to me yet. But you will... you always do.

"Trunks, what is it, what's wrong?"

"Chibi, if you don't drop it-"

"You'll what?"

I growled, and you laughed, the light dancing in your eyes again. How did you do that, go from menace to childlike in moments? "Just don't push your luck," I found myself growling before I turned and headed to our room... closing and bolting the door.

Yeah, I knew you could just break down the door easily, you hadn't lost that much of your natural strength in your bout with that mysterious sickness - but I knew you'd respect the barrier. You always did.

I could hear you grumbling outside the door, and could almost picture you with your forehead pressed against it, your hands in fists at your sides just before you slid down to sit outside the door like the big puppy you always seemed to make me think of.

I fell on the bed and stared at the ceiling. So loyal. What've I ever done to deserve that loyalty? Nothing, that I can think of.

"What'd I DO!?" I could hear you outside the door. Your voice conveyed just how upset you were, knowing I'm pissed off... not knowingwhy.

"Leave me alone!" I found myself shouting back at you. Hn, how can you know... when it isn't anything you don't do naturally.

The tapping started.

"Go away."

Tap. Tap. Tap. "Not until you tell me what I did," you said in a song-song tone.

I fell silent, hoping you'd stop... but as usual you kept that incessant tapping.

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. "Trunks..." you sound a bit more worried now.

"Just stay the hell away from me!" I growled, throwing a pillow over my head. I'm not sure if I was trying to drown out the tapping, your voice... or the very air around me.

Silence. That's never good. I concentrated on your Ki and find you were still outside the door. Why are you so quiet? That's unnerving. I got up and went to the door, and opened it to find you sitting there, your arms wrapped around your updrawn legs, your chin on your knees.

Your cheeks were wet. "Shit..." I made you cry.

If there's one thing I hated more than that look of utter and complete joy you got... it was making you cry.

"What'd I do wrong? Please Trunks, tell me why you're so upset again...."

I knelt beside you and brushed my fingers through the short, stiff spikes of your hair. Again, I was surprised at, though stiff, how soft your hair was. Miracle of a mixed saiyajin and human heritage, I guess. "You didn't do anything, Chibi."

"Then what's wrong?"

"I don't want to tell you."

"Why?"

"Because it'll upset you."

"But Trunks, you KNOW anything that gets you upset's gonna effect me. We're not kids anymore - you can stop protecting me from whatever imagined threat is pissing you off."

"It's not a threat. It's just me." I got up and headed down the four steps into our living area, moving toward the couch and draping myself across it. "Just drop it."

Short? Yes. Callous? Certainly. Heartless? Not in the very least. Sure, I may have seemed it - but I wasn't. Maybe I'm some kind of Ogre. Or demon. I know I'm my own brand of Hellion. Always have been, always will be.

Guardian Demon. Guard against any threat, imagined or real. It's all I know to do, all I know how to be. The sort of emotions I shun would just get in my way... make me soft, and blind me to a threat with kind words and gentle-seeming smiles.

"What's just you?" I was startled to find you'd moved to kneel - sat on the floor by the sofa, your hand touching my hair just as you finished speaking. I couldn't help but close my eyes. Who ever said I couldn't appreciate gentility - that I was with you because of how rough we could get without worrying of hurting each other permanently... didn't know me.

"Just me," I reiterated, trying to put my back to you - but you wouldn't let me, coming up to sit on the edge of the couch.

"Bullshit, Trunks," I could tell you were getting angry again. "Something's fucking with you."

"Just you, Chibi," I answered in all honestly, sitting up. I wasn't surprised when you took it for sarcasm. What reason had I ever given you to think otherwise?

I'm the unfeeling one, remember?

"I'm serious."

"So am I."

"I don't mean it that way."

"Neither do I."

"Then how do you mean it?"

"Nevermi- SHIT!" I bought my hand to my chin, finding you just punched me. "What the hell was that for, Goten?"

The smile you gave me, chilled me to the core. "Never. Mind," you threw my favourite word back in my face as you got up and headed for the entry way.

I was too shocked to say anything, to stop you. What's going on in your mind? For the first time in all our lives, I can't tell what's going on. I don't have an answer. Without a word, you were gone - leaving me too surprised to be angry, to confused to be upset... too shocked to chase after you.

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