03: Tears Of Pain, The Nightmare Never Ends
“Now that the world isn’t ending, it's love that I’m sending to you isn’t the love of a hero and that’s what I fear it won’t do….and they say a hero can save us!”
Cold ice blue eyes stare at me. Staring me down with his wicked, twisted grin. Should I run? Or stay here and be killed? What would he do? Another pair of those cold, heartless eyes stares at me. My breathing became unsteady and I began to feel fear and death come close. “What should we do with him?” the female spoke. Golden blonde shoulder length hair, with ice blue eyes, cold heartless and pitiless blue eyes. She is beautiful, ever heard of deadly beauty? Well, if you have this fits her perfectly. “Dunno, maybe kick him around a bit then kill him.” The male said. Jet black shoulder length hair, and with those same eyes as the young female. She flicked her hair over her shoulder. “Hmm…Sure it sounds like fun.” She said cold-bloodedly. My eyes widened with fear. Fear that I won’t be there for my mother, fear that I was the world’s last hope. Fear that his death was in vain. I clenched my teeth trying to show that I am not scared, trying not to shake to show that I am scared. “Oh look, he’s trying to be tough.” The female said grinning. My eye twitched slightly. My breathing became rapid. “You’re right, “trying” to be tough” the male said insultingly. I stayed quiet. I’m too scared to talk now. I guess his death was in vain. How pathetic I am. He was out there knowing that he might be killed. But never showed any fear or cowardice. I let him down, I let everyone down. I should die a slow and painful death. “Oh look, he’s starting to cry!” the female said laughing. I hate that laugh; I have that same mocking, merciless laugh in my dreams. The tears begin to well up in my eyes but I do not wipe them, I let them run down my face as the disgrace that I am. I’m showing weakness, he never showed any sign of weakness. “He’s too pathetic to spend time on toying with him, kill him now 17!” the young female know as 18 shouted coldly. I clenched my fist, and dug my nails into my flesh making streams of blood flow down freely, dripping on to the ground. 17 walks toward me with his twisted grin. I look at the puddle of blood that formed underneath my hand. Pretty soon I’ll be with him, with my father that I never met, and soon coming mother. “You have any last words boy?” 17 asked holding a powerful ki blast in his right hand, and his left gripping tightly on my collar. “…no…” I said in a small pathetic voice. “Well, say hi to Gohan for me then.” He said raising the ki blast to me chest. My eyes widened but before I could say anything, I felt heat and excruciating pain flow through my chest. I fell on my back, looking at them laugh. Their laugh is this echoing laugh that fills your dreams with horror and fear, now it could be heard when you’re dying. My eyes begin to grow blurry and darkness surrounds me. “Oh, we’ll tell your mother you said hi. And don’t worry we will kill her fast just for you!”
“Trunks! Trunks hunny wake up! Please wake up! Trunks baby you're dreaming wake up! It's me, your mom, please wake up!” Bulma shouted trying to wake up Trunks who is screaming on the top of his lungs. Trunks shot up, drenched in sweat, his cheeks and eyes are red and wet from tears. Trunks's eyes were full of fear. Bulma hugged Trunks tightly. “Trunks baby it was just a dream, calm down you're ok now” Bulma comforted Trunks as best as she. She didn’t ask what his dream was, she already knew. The androids have been dead for years thanks to Trunks, but he always had recurring dreams about them. Trunks whimpered and began to sniffle. He was still shaking, and tears began rolling down his eyes again. “W-why do these d-dreams k-keep coming back to haunt me?” Trunks said stammered. Bulma didn’t know what to say, she didn’t know why these dreams keep haunting her son. “I don’t know Trunks please try to relax, they’re gone now. They’re gone forever.” She said softly and began hugging trunks once more.
