Trunks stood at the gravesite, the cool ocean breeze swept through his long lavender hair. His peaceful blue eyes rested steadily at the headstone. Son Gohan, read the name. Two dates were displayed: Birthdate… and date of death.
He knelt, hands resting on his knees.
“Hey, Gohan,” he whispered.
The ocean breeze picked up for a brief moment, like a responce.
“It’s me… I’m back from the past…”
He paused.
“And I finished what you started.”
Lapping at the bottom of the cliff, the water rustled. A tiny tornado whirled around Trunks.
Lack of words made him hesitate.
I used to think that you were someone else
Then I’d lose my mind each day
I used to think that I could help myself
But it’s true what they say
There is no reason without a way
It didn’t seem to matter.
He wasn’t sure if anything did, anymore.
The androids were gone. Everyone was safe. Everyone could be happy.
Except him.
He wasn’t needed anymore. He had gotten revenge for his best, and only, friend… the one that had left him when he was only 14.
“Why did you leave me, Gohan? I miss you.”
This is…
Goodbye to you and me
What a good friend you’ve been to me
And I owe it all to you
Every good thing that I do is you
It was Gohan that taught him every fighting technique, every stance, every simple motion. It was Gohan that taught him friendship. It was Gohan that made him feel loved.
Gohan had willingly risked his life for Trunks. At first, Gohan had pulled him from training when it got too intense, then it was a couple days bedrest after the first battle, then Gohan lost his arm.
That hadn’t been the worst.
Gohan went off to fight alone. Then, Trunks had found him, lying motionless in the devestated town.
Tears stung his eyes.
The moment came back in wave, after wave, after wave. The cry that even he didn’t realize he was making. The sudden surge of power. The tears, hot on his cheeks. Then, his knees had given out. He fell to the ground, fists pounding against the pavement. The cracks ran around him, the raindrops coming down in a steady sheet.
After that day, when the sky cried, he did too.
I used to wish that I was someone else
Then I’d dream away the day
Those dreams have made me into someone new
And it’s true what they say
There is no better time than today
Trunks had done everything in his power to be like Gohan. He tried to adopt the attitude — but instead it came moody and anti-social. Then, his mother had whispered the secret of “Hope!”
“To the past,” she announced, “we still have a chance with one timeline!”
If this is
Goodbye to you and me
What a good friend you’ve been to me
And I owe it all to you
Every good thing that I do is you
He agreed.
The past… He would save Gokou. And in turn, he would save the father he never knew. He would save all of them…
But most importantly, he would save Gohan!
They didn’t want his help…
Especially, his father.
Only Gohan was nice to him…
And it made him feel safe. He almost wanted to confess everything he had ever felt for his friend.
But, this Gohan was only a child.
He couldn’t feel those things for a CHILD.
But, he couldn’t help but feel them for the elder ego.
I am here
I need to say
That I will miss you everyday
And it’s true what they say
There is no better time than today
If this is
It wasn’t a brotherly love… wasn’t a fatherly love, either.
He imagined the strong arm wrapping around his broad shoulders, delicate lips brushing tender spots on his neck.
“I never left you,” the illusion murmured, “I was always right here, Trunks.”
“I wish.”
“I never left you. I was always right here,” repeated the voice.
“Yep, very funny… My mind is playing tricks on me.”
He started to stand up, but felt a firm hand on his back, pressing him back to his knees.
“I never left you,” insisted the voice.
Now, he really could feel the arm sliding about his torso. And a single, calloused hand tilted his head to the side, turning it.
His eyes met with shining ebony, and his lips met with welcoming warmth.
“I was always right here.”
Goodbye to you and me
What a good friend you’ve been to me
If this is
Goodbye to you and me
Well, what good friends we will always be
And I owe it all to you
Every good thing that I do is you
Every good thing that I do is you
It’s you
His mouth opened slightly, begging for more taste. His request was fufilled for a brief moment, then slowly, the new sensations faded away. Now Trunks could only hear the whisper of the wind, repeating, “I never left you…”
“I – I know… You were helping me, the whole time…”
He smiled, as the tears from the sky fell. It was with joy this time, he decided.
“I … I love..”
Every good thing that I do is you
It’s you
Every good thing that I do
Well I owe it all to you
Every good thing that I do is
“…you…”
