Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Silver Springs ❯ Chapter 5: Broken Home ( Chapter 5 )

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Chapter 5: Broken Home


17 years later



The three of them ran through the kitchen almost knocking Bulma over.

"Hey! No horseplay in the house!" she scolded as she smiled at them. "Didn't you three get enough exercise while you were training today?"

"Sorry Bulma." Gohan grinned sheepishly.

"Yeah, sorry." Goten echoed.

"Mom! Guess what! I almost beat Gohan today, it was awesome." Trunks said happily.

"That's great honey!" she said as she pulled something out of the oven. "You two staying for dinner?"

"Yeah!" Goten cried, hopping into a chair.

"You ALMOST beat me. ALMOST." Gohan stressed, teasing his friend.

"Yeah well I would have kicked your butt if you hadn't transformed into a Super Saiyan." Trunks shot back, grinning. Bulma sat at the table with the three warriors.

"So Gohan, how's fatherhood?"

"It's wonderful! Pan said her first word yesterday! It was dada. Can you believe it? I was her first word!" the pride radiated from Gohan's face as he spoke of his tiny daughter. He was one of the most devoted husband and father that Bulma had ever met. Gohan continued to tell her all about his 'little angel' before freezing. His fork clattered to the plate as he looked to the ceiling.

"Gohan?" Bulma asked. She glanced around the table to see that the others had done the exact same thing. "Guys? What is it?"

"Do you feel that?" Trunks asked.

"Who is it Gohan?" Goten said, trying not to shake in his seat.

"It's...I think it's-" the ringing of Gohan's cell phone cut the steely silence. "Excuse me Bulma." He said, grabbing the phone. "Yeah?...I know I feel it too...Do you think it is? But why?...Ok...-"

"Gohan tell them they can all meet over here." Bulma interjected. He nodded at her.

"Yeah...Bulma says we can all meet at her place...ok...oh...well, I'll tell her. Be here in a hour." He finished, hanging up the phone. "Krillin." He said in answer to their stares. "Let's just finish eating, they'll all be here soon." Gohan said. Worry was written upon his face a sure sign that something was definitely wrong.


After dinner Bulma finished loading the dishwasher. Goten and Trunks were in the living room discussing the power they had felt earlier. Gohan stood in the doorway, listening for a few minutes before turning back to Bulma.

"Can I talk to you?"

"Of course. You know I'm always available to talk." She said, reminding him of the promise she had made when he was a boy, right after his father died fighting Cell. He took a deep breath and started in a low voice.

"Bulma, the power we felt...it's Vegeta. He's on his way here, he'll be here in a day an a half." He stopped, studying her face. Gripping the counter, Bulma's body shook slightly.

"You're sure?"

"Yeah. I don't think he's hostile, he sent that energy out so we would know he's coming. If he wanted to attack, he would have kept the element of surprise." Gohan paused and looked to the living room quickly, making sure the other two were still engrossed in conversation. "You need to tell Trunks." He whispered. She looked to the floor.

"Bulma! I know you and Yamcha had planned to tell him someday, but you have to do it now. Do you know he almost beat me today? He's right on the cusp. One little push and he's going to turn into a Super Saiyan, and if he doesn't know it might be disastrous."

"Yamcha and I had agreed to wait until he was 18 to tell him. That's only two more years."

"Forgive me for saying this, but Yamcha isn't here anymore. And I know that if he was still alive he'd agree that now is the right time to tell him."

"Gohan! Come here!" Goten called. He looked at Bulma and left the kitchen, leaving the woman shaking against the countertop.




Later that evening, after the Z fighters had all gathered and decided that camping out at Capsule Corp was the best course of action, Bulma walked quietly to the door of her son's room. Pushing the door open, the light from the hallway cut the darkness. The blade of light illuminated Trunks' nightstand and glinted off a framed picture. It was Trunks and Yamcha at a baseball game. Trunks couldn't have been more than 4; he was sitting on Yamcha's shoulders wearing his baseball cap. They were both smiling. Swallowing the lump in her throat she called into the room.

"Trunks? Honey? Are you awake?"

"Mmm..yeah..." he mumbled, shaking the sleep off of him. "What's wrong?" he asked, sitting up.

"Can I talk to you?"

"Yeah?" he was confused. His mother usually didn't do things like this.
"Let's go out on the balcony." She said, walking into the room and throwing open the huge doors. He followed her, pulling a tee shirt on as he went. Standing on the balcony wearing nothing but his tee shirt and boxers, he looked at his mother. She was leaning on the railing staring up at the stars.

"Beautiful aren't they?"

"Yeah." He agreed, waiting for her to begin.

"I have something I need to tell you. I don't know what you're going to say about this, but please let me finish before you say anything."

"Ok."

"I went to Namek with Gohan and Krillin, remember how we've told you about that?" he nodded, those stories of Frieza and the Ginyu Force had been his favorite as a boy. "Vegeta was there too. And now he's coming here." She paused for a very long time, so long that Trunks thought she had finished.

"I know that mom." He said. "Is that what you wanted to tell me?" she turned to face him, her eyes brimming with tears. "Mom?"

"Trunks...Yamcha isn't your father. Vegeta is." She whispered, the tears spilling over her cheeks like waterfalls.

"Ok...this isn't a very funny joke." Trunks said, scowling at his mother.

"It isn't a joke. It's the truth." She said, forcing herself to meet his eyes. In that instant, he knew she was telling the truth. His eyes filled with tears.

"Dad...Yamcha isn't my dad? Mom, how could you!" he yelled, the reality hitting him like one of Gohan's punches. "Did YAMCHA even know? Or did you lie to him too?" he spat as he tried to hold the tears back.
"He knew." She said softly. Trunks' rage exploded. He looked at his mother; he had never hated anyone more in his life. He wanted to hurt her for lying to him, for hurting the man he called dad for so many years. How could she have cheated on him? And with a monster like Vegeta?

"You sure there aren't any other possibilities, mom? Maybe I'm Goku's son, he was on Namek too right? Or maybe I'm Krillin's. Who else did you fuck while dad was dead?" he said coldly as anger poured off his words. He saw her jaw clench at his words. Her tears stopped flowing and she took a step towards her son. With strength he didn't know she possessed, she slapped him across the face.

"Don't you EVER speak to me like that again. I don't care how strong you are, if you ever speak to me with that much disrespect again, you will live to regret it." She said, her voice as cold and full of needles as his had been. He glared at her, his knotted brow a perfect recreation of Vegeta's expression, before taking to the sky. Bulma started to cry again, holding her head in her hands. She didn't notice the other ki trail following Trunks across the night sky.




He sat staring at the granite tombstone. It had become a familiar sight over the last three years. The name was as clean as the day it had been carved; YAMCHA. It glared out at him, the truth of what he knew a blasphemy in front of his grave.

He had stood here three years ago with his mother as the coffin was lowered slowly into the black earth. Mourners threw flowers and cried numerous tears as the first shovels of dirt hit the lid of the coffin with a moist thud. So many people had come to see him buried; the death of one of the decade's greatest baseball players had been considered a large loss. In the corner, separated from the fans and the family, were the women, members of MADD (Mothers Against Drunk Driving) paying their respects to another lost to bad decision making.

The doctors said that he didn't feel it. He didn't feel it when the car on the other side of the road lost control and jumped the median, sending the windshield straight through his head. Even all his power and strength couldn't have kept him alive. Funny, the drunk in the other car, with a blood alcohol level nearly three times the legal limit, had walked away without so much as a scratch.


Trunks began to cry finally, the tears that threatened on the balcony flowed freely now. He had lived his entire life believing that Yamcha was his father. He had worshipped him, strived to be like him. He had figured that his powers were a result of being an abnormally strong human, just like his dad. Now he knew that the only reason he could keep up with a demi-Saiyan like Gohan is because he was one as well.
He was a ball of rage, fear, and confusion. He felt lost. His identity had been taken from him in no less than 10 minutes. Who was he now? What was he? He was lost and angry. Angry with his mother for cheating on the man she married and angry with Yamcha for not telling him. He had known that Trunks wasn't his son, why did he pretend he was his own blood?

"Why the fuck didn't you tell me?" he screamed, slamming his fists into the ground again and again. As he cried, he felt immense power flow through his body. Looking down at his hands, he saw them surrounded in a golden glow. "Oh God...it's true...it's all true..." he choked, the Super Saiyan halo around his body giving him undeniable proof.

"I knew you were close, but I had no idea you were this close." Came a voice from behind him. He instantly recognized it. His hold on Super Saiyan vanished as he turned to face Gohan.

"You knew too? Why didn't you tell me? Gohan! I thought we were friends!" he yelled, standing to face the older man.

"It wasn't my place to tell you Trunks. You know that."

"Jesus Christ! Was I the only one who didn't know?" Gohan just looked at his friend in answer. "FUCK!" he yelled, putting his fist into a nearby tree, not hard enough to hurt the tree. He dropped his head and just cried for a very long time, as Gohan stood staring at him, waiting for him to give the signal that he needed comfort. "You know what the worst part of this is? My da-Yamcha spent his whole life married to a woman who cheated on him. He spent his life playing daddy to the bastard son of some ruthless killer." He sobbed, looking at Gohan.

"Hey! Yamcha never 'played daddy' to you. As far as he was concerned, you WERE his son, regardless of what blood you had in your veins. He loved you and that's what matters. You should know that anyone can be a father, but it takes a man to be a dad. He would be crushed to hear that you think otherwise." Gohan said sternly, the voice of reason just like he always was. Trunks started to cry harder and Gohan embraced him in a brotherly hug.

"I wish this would all go away." He whispered through tears. He cried against Gohan for a very long time