Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Missing Years ❯ Wind ( Chapter 3 )

The Missing Years

Chapter 3

Wind

"I hope that someday…You can forgive me, and I will be able to make things better" The teenager said. It had been 5 days, 16 hours, 23 minutes since Son Gohan had left Trunks laying on a rock to fight.

And now here he was. Six feet under. Of course, Trunks wasn't going to use that term. It made death sound a little…comic. Trunks wanted people to feel…well, he didn't know what he wanted them to feel, but he didn't want them to laugh.

Okay, okay, so maybe it was a little selfish. But, why should they laugh? Everything around them was down right depressing. 9 out of 10 people were depressed. Majorly depressed. Those who weren't depressed were either catatonic or psychotic or happy for some unknown reason(those were fewer than anyone else) or for your own reason.

Every 3 minutes 36 seconds, there was another suicide attempt. 1 out of 4 would die. Most people would only live with one other person. That way they wouldn't get that attached in case something were to happen, and in case one of them tried suicide.

Every house was now prepared with a kit. No name for the kit, made things even more depressing. Gauze, alcohol, Hydrogen Peroxide, wraps, swabs, bandaids(Every size imaginable, tiny ones for pin holes, large ones for a gash across the leg) and everythings else, you could even get a difibulator if you wanted, but most knew CPR.

And also, if you really wanted to die, you could go outside to a large city, or find a pact of people who wanted to die together, and have a suicide pact. It was really your choice.

Then there were those like Bulma Briefs, who believed that one day, the Jinzouningen would be dead one day.

And those like Son Chichi, who had lost everyone except her elderly father who would die soon, weather natural or not was anyone's guess. The kind of person who didn't want to die, who wanted to live longer and make sure that those beasts paid. One of those who had to bury their son. The lost and lonely kind.

And then…those like Trunks. The ones who didn't know what to do…who were lost to everyone and everything around them…the ones who never knew what it was like to have hope or see a peaceful day.

And that's why he was here. Trunks was trying to find a reason to live, or try and figure out what to do. But so far…he was coming up short. So, he went to the only person who could make him feel better. His sensei. His friend. His Onii-san.

Who was…sad to say it…six feet under.

But he had to try.

So here he was. Sitting at Gohans grave. Trying to figure out what to do.

Because Gohan always knew how to make things better. So why should that end even though they were on two different plains?

"Hey Gohan. I'm back. Hope you don't mind. I brought you more Flowers, your favorite. Sunflowers." Trunks said, as he laid the flowers down on the headstone.

The tombstone said:

Son Goku Gohan

757-779

Friend, Son

Life Is The Longest Thing You Will Ever Do, Enjoy!

Trunks read the line on the stone a laughed. Gohan would always , even when the androids killed, "I'll never understand people who say life is to short. It's the longest thing you will ever do!" For some reason it always made Trunks laugh. He didn't know why.

Trunks looked at the flowers and understood something. Why These were Gohans favorite flowers. Gohan had once told him why.

" You see Trunks, the sunflower is know for Change and Hope. That's why I love them. They are so simple yet they mean so much."

Trunks looked at the flowers. Change and Hope. He smiled. Hope equals change.

Trunks stood up, bowed to the grave and left. As he was walking down the path, he looked back to the grave and smiled.

Change and Hope.

It was one of those times. Those times when Trunks felt just so helpless. Why was he holding on? It would be so easy to just let go…let it all go, slip away.

I just need to know that your there Gohan…that you can help me…what do I need to do Gohan?

Warm trails started slipping down his face…the morning sun shining on him, his arms laying beside him.

Gohan…what do I do? Show me that you are there! Watching over me…please…please…

More tears, and a gust of wind going through his hand.

Trunks looked, and he could see the outline of a hand in it…

"Gohan…"

Wind? Was it just the wind?

Trunks looked at the window. The closed windows.

"Gohan…"

Trunks…

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