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Poisoned Hearts
by KnightSun
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Chapter 01
It had happened…it had finally happened. After all of the years of fighting and destruction, the planet could take no more. Trunks sat on his bed, his head in his hands. His mother was off in another room. At first Trunks had been ecstatic when his father’s voice popped into his head, Vegeta using King Kai to speak telepathically with him, but after hearing the news, his heart sank. The silence in the room was defining. Trunks put his hands over his ears. Though the room itself was quiet, the world around the room was blazing with sound that just wouldn’t stop. Off in the distance, thunder rumbled.He told himself it was thunder, but he had recently became more aware of the sounds of the planet, the rumblings of explosion off in the distance, the cracking of land masses as they pulled apart, the planet was falling apart all around him, and he knew it. The softest sounds were the ones tearing him apart most. Bulma had moved into the living room, a few rooms over, but he could still hear her through the walls, his ears treating the walls and whispered words like they were paper and harsh shouts. She was conspiring with Vegeta, he knew it. They would try to get him to escape to the time he saved. But he wouldn’t go. He’d fight with them both if he had to!
Opening his eyes and looking up he removed his hands from his ears. They had stopped. Looking towards the door he fought down the panic bubbling up in his stomach. There was another way out…the Window! Standing up he turned for the window, but froze as a cold voice ran through his head.
And where do you think your going to Brat?
It was Vegeta, only he ever called Trunks that. Even in his early twenties Vegeta called him “Brat.”
“I’m not going back to that time father…” Trunks had surprised even himself with the tone he used.
Vegeta had become quiet, most likely conspiring with his mother again. Trunks stood there, eyeing the window. His mother had entered his room only a second ago. She walked over to him slowly, not wanting to lose the link with Vegeta.
Trunks smirked softly, all he could think of now was Poor King Kai, having to put up with Vegeta during this. Vegeta would become Irate with everyone very soon. Trunks knew they would aim low to get him to leave, maybe even knock him unconscious, his mother most likely to drug his food. So he resolved himself to not eat at home anymore. He had started to become a bit more distant from his mother after returning from the past, and had a house…eh…sort of, of his own not far away. But she needed him for support, and he still needed her.
Trunks stiffened slightly, Bulma having placed her hand on his shoulder. “Trunks…Son…we are only doing what we know is best for you. You are young and still have a future!”
“And what about you mother? You still have time, why don’t you escape to that time?” Trunks’ eyes glistened with the threat of tears. He kept turned away from his mother, knowing the look in her eyes could make him give in to nearly any request, even this one.
Bulma rubbed Trunks’ shoulder softly, thinking of what to say. “Trunks…my place is here…with your father.”
“And what about me? I never met my father, yes in the other time there was a Vegeta, but he wasn’t My father…”
He was more of a father than I ever was, or ever will be.
Trunks smirked softly, he was right; they were attacking him, 2 vs. 1. Soon they would aim low to try and take him down. Now he would prove that he was his father’s son. Prince of Saiyans, no…King.
Trunks went to speak, but he froze, Vegeta was the one to attack below the belt. Vegeta was always known for his strategies, but this was a low blow for even him. It was over, Trunks knew it now. It was so simple, how Trunks never saw it coming he didn’t know.
Please…for your mother…for me.
Trunks’ head dropped, he chuckled softly, tears streaming down his cheeks. He reached a hand to his eyes and wiped them, keeping his head down.
“Alright…You win…that was a damned low blow father.”
It worked.
Trunks shook his head, that was Vegeta for you. He never lost anything, even if it meant aiming low, arguments included. Sighing in defeat, Trunks walked over to a chair that held two items, a sword and a blue demin jacket. Trunks pulled on the jacket, then strapped the sword around his back. Reaching into his pocket, he looked around, frowning when he saw a single capsule lying on a desk. Walking to it, Trunks picked it up, stopping when Bulma placed her hand on his.
“You don’t need those anymore Trunks.”
Trunks looked at Bulma, a glare on his face that would rival a pissed off Vegeta. Bulma still held his hand gently, her eyes locked on his.
“You are taking everything I have ever known from me, and you expect me to do it without these…”
“You’re returning to the past…it’s a better time. You won’t need them there.”
“I’ll decide what I need and don’t need. And you are right. I don’t need it…but that doesn’t mean I’m going to give it up.”
Trunks pulled his hand slowly away from his mother’s grasp, and turned towards the door, planning on leaving before he changed his mind and would have to be sedated. Bulma watched as Trunks turned to leave, her eyes watering and distant, speaking to Vegeta through King Kai. As Trunks reached the door, he pocketed the capsule and smiled at his mother, walking back over to embrace her one final time.
“One week…I’ll go one week without it, and if I can’t I’ll get help…”
“Please…Two…”
“Alright mother…just for you.”
“Don’t worry…I’ll be fine.”
“Just do me one favor.”
“Anything Trunks.”
“Backhand my father when you meet him again.”
Bulma smirked and then started laughing, wiping at the streaks on Trunks’ cheeks from where he had been crying. Bulma gave Trunks one last kiss on the cheek, and then smiled as she watched her only son leave, never to see him again. Trunks sighed and walked out to in front of the still torn and tattered building where his mother lived. Trunks took one last look at his home, the world was in worse shape then when he had first gone to the past, the earth was now literally falling apart around him. Even in it’s sad state, this was his home, and he was a little sad to leave it.
Sighing Trunks reached into his pocket and pulled out one capsule tin, opening it and pulling out a special capsule. Tossing it in front of himself he watched as the time machine simply appeared before him. Walking to it, he opened a panel, checking the batteries. Frowning Trunks climbed inside, checking the dates. He frowned again.
Damn…not enough power to return to the day I left…I’ll have to adjust it by…9 years…heh…Trunks should be about 10 in this time…and Gohan…Gohan…he should be about my age…I wonder if he will remember me. I wonder if any of them will. What was it that they called me back then?
A voice popped in Trunks’ head, making him lose his concentration, much to his annoyance.
Trunks…I just wanted to tell you goodbye. I will never see you again.
Trunks chuckled softly, hearing Vegeta’s voice strain as he forced himself to speak his feelings, knowing this must be hard for Vegeta, and for anyone listening in, especially if they are trying to not laugh. “Goodbye father…Take care of mom for me.”
Trunks…I just wanted you to know…I’m proud to call you my son.
Trunks stopped, having finished correcting the date on the machine. “Father…thank you…you might never know how much that means to me…Just one thing…”
What is that?
“The Names Mirai.”
