Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Nevermind ❯ Left Handed Apologies ( Chapter 2 )

[ P - Pre-Teen ]

NEVERMIND
By Raven Pan
(I don't own them, I just do mean things to them.)

II - Left Handed Apologies
Sunday, February 15

It was an hour, and you still hadn't come back. What the hell was up with walking out like that anyway?

Grumbling, I pulled on my jacket against the chill of early spring, and pulled on my boots. I grabbed your jacket as well - trust you to run off without it. I'd be surprised if I didn't find you passed out somewhere in hypothermia or something. You're better, Goten - but you're still not back to what you used to be before you got sick, and I'll be damned if you end up in the hospital again the day after your birthday.

Yeah, I didn't forget it was your birthday yesterday - having it on Valentine's day has made it easy to remember, just like I'm an April's Fool. I just had something planned for that weekend, but no - off you went on a tantrum... in practically the middle of the night.

It would only be two more days, Baka Son.

In moments I'd taken flight, searching for your ki. Even when it's suppressed, I could always find it, a nice side effect from us fusing so many times growing up. I couldn't help but smirk and roll my eyes at you even thinking you could hide from me, and swiftly followed the faint glimmer to its source.

You went pretty far, I even had to cross through a line of freezing rain before I finally found you there. I landed a few feet away and just looked for a moment.

You were sitting on the edge of a pier, drenched, shivering in your t-shirt and jeans. "Hn," you even were still in your sock feet, soaked.

I could see you stiffen as I approached, as I wasn't even bothering to suppress my Ki. I came up and wrapped your jacket around your shivering form. "C'mon chibi - let's get you back home."

"Don't call me that," your voice was so quiet I could barely hear you.

"Why not?"

"Cause I'm not a little kid anymore, Trunks. I'm thirty-seven years old, damnit!"

"We're half saiyajin, we haven't even hit our quarter life-span yet."

"'M not a chibi," you just hugged your knees and kept staring out across the ocean. You had that look, as though if you stared hard enough you'd see california.

"Stop being a stubborn idiot and get in out of the cold - you'll get sick again."

"What do you care."

"What do I-? Damnit Goten - what's getting into you?"

"Maybe I'm just sick and tired of your bullshit."

I frowned. "What was that?" I challenged.

"You heard me," you said quietly. "I'm sick. And tired. Of your bullshit. Trunks. Your constant pushing away. Your perpetual frown." When I didn't respond you stood up and looked at me, your black eyes seemingly frustrated. "I try, and try and try - and each time I get you out of that damn funk, you fall back into it a few days later. It was my birthday yesterday, did you even notice? Not only that, but Fucking VALENTINES day!"

I couldn't help but blink, then crossed my arms with a frown. "Yeah I noticed."

"You didn't do anything about it."

"Maybe I was planning a surprise."

"Maybe you weren't."

"That's beside the point," I growled. "You're being an idiot. You're soaked to the bone, and freezing, and I'll be damned if I have to take you to the hospital again like last fall."

You looked thoughtful.

Too thoughtful, I realise as your frown deepens.

"Four months... to the day."

"Now who's getting in a funk?"

"I'm not getting in a funk, Trunks - I'm just remembering. But fine, if you're gonna be all bully about it, I'll come home. But I'm sleeping in the guestroom tonight."

I couldn't help but scowl as you took to the air, flying back home. I followed, but not too closely. However I couldn't tell if I'd won or not. Something was tugging at my mind, and angrily I pushed it aside.

I sped up, "Forget it Chibi, you take our room, I'll go work in the office tonight." Our bed is a lot more comfortable than that one, anyway.

I could almost see the look of hurt in your eyes as I sped off in an arc away from your course, but that was probably because of the emptiness in my own searching for a companion.

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