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I didn’t hear you leave,
I wonder how am I still here

“GOHAN!!!” the boy yelled at the top of his lungs. He closed his eyes, trying to block out the image.

His master was NOT lying on the ground, unmoving.

His best friend was NOT lying in a pool of his own blood.

His love was NOT dead.

“GOHAN!! NO!!!”

He felt his heart as it was ripped and torn from his chest. As if the monsters that had killed his master where killing him too. Ripping him apart slowly bit by bit, inch by inch until there was nothing left but an empty shell. Tears streamed down his face, mingling and mixing with the rain that poured down from the black heavens overhead.

Why? “Why’d you have to leave?” he yelled into the darkness, “You were everything to me!”

A scream of heart wrenching pain tore through his throat. As his lungs fought for oxygen, a golden aura engulfed him, forcing his hair up, changing its colour to match the aura.

***

Once again he found himself in his master’s room, staring blackly at the white sheets, wondering where the older man could have gone at this time in the morning. A lump filled his throat and his heart weighed down as he remembered that he would never see his master again. He was gone forever.

I don’t want to move a thing. It might change my memory
Oh, I am what I am, I’ll do what I want, but I can’t hide

The blankets on the plain bed were still crumpled from the last night they spent together, before the end. Quietly, he turned away, shutting the door behind him. Nothing had been moved in the room since that day. And he doubted it ever would. It was too painful and always would be.

***

So, he went. It was his mother’s idea, but it seemed like it would work. He wasn’t sure if it was legal, but if it was for saving the world, would that work? But he had made a miscalculation.

Gohan would be there.

He hadn’t thought of that. The second he arrived, an insane urge was telling him to fly west and he would be happy. In case you’re wondering, he didn’t. He knew his mission, and no primary instinct was going to stop him. So he killed Frieza and King Kold, with no difficulty at all. But then he saw them. Then he saw HIM. He first thought was ‘Its Gohan’. What he wouldn’t have given to have run up to and hugged the boy. And he almost did. But Mirai no Trunks Vegeta Briefs has a *bit* more control then that.

I won’t go, I won’t sleep, I can’t breathe
Until you’re resting here with me,
I won’t leave, I can’t hide, I cannot breathe
Until you’re resting here with me…..

Mind you nights after that were no more pleasant than just after his master’s death. The nights of horror that were repeated night after night after his master’s death were starting to ease up, but now that he had seen his master again they were back at full force. Nights of pain and torture, reliving Gohan’s death over and over till his body couldn’t take it and awoke him with a scream. Sweat would pour from his body, in an attempt to cool the heated shock out of his system. Breathing came unnatural for a while, as he would force his lungs to take in the life giving oxygen. When the lungs resumed to their duties, breaths come raggedly as though he’d been running for the last twenty years.

When he had returned to the past, he was there for a year and bit, his hair had grown long, and his attitude had changed slightly. He had more self-control and he was happier, being with friends and family. Gohan was as great as ever. No I don’t mean in bed. I mean as a friend, not so much a master though, and definitely not a lover. He didn’t know what the people of this time would think if he went up to them on some random day and said: “Oh yeah, did I mention I was in love with Gohan in my time?”. No, he didn’t think they’d appreciate that at all. And Gohan would ignore him, disgusted and shocked.

I don’t want to call my friends; they might wake me from this dream
And I can’t leave this bed, risk forgetting all that’s been
Oh I am what I am, I’ll do what I want, but I can’t hide

He hated doing it though. Lying to them, though they didn’t ask, he didn’t usually keep secrets. And hiding was for the weak and cowardly. Backing down from a challenge was one this he missed when they were handing out life skills, but he did mange to get a rather medium sized ego that didn’t like it either.

And then came the Cell games… Ahhh… the Cells games. He was a fantastic bystander. You know how in movies, the hero doesn’t want the bystanders to get hurt but evidently one always does? Well, that was Trunks’ job this time. It happened so suddenly, just like that and he was lying on the ground, with a hole in his chest. He thought it quite ironic that it would match the one he had felt inside since that horrible day Gohan died.

Pain is an animal, a tiger, a shark, ripping, tearing at my flesh.

But at this moment, pain is a blessing. Treasure it, treat it right, and you’ll get what you want from it. What I wanted? Simple, Gohan.

A hole, darkness, blackness, surrounding, choking, can’t breath, must surrender. No! Can’t! Mustn’t! But he did. He gave up. Next? Bliss.

Death, a black abyss of nothing, that’s what. I wanted it, needed it, pined it.

Pain brings death. Death brings darkness. Darkness brings peace. Peace stops the choking.

But soon a bright light shone. And he couldn’t see for a while, he was blinded by the sheer intensity of it.

Light brings life. Life brings pain. Pain activates the choking.

“No!” he shouted. But the choking didn’t come. Instead someone yelled at him.

“Shut up!” Trunks let his eyes adjust to the surroundings. Cold tiles cooled the back of his body as he lay on the ground. Before he knew it, he was up on his feet again.

“Sorry,” He apologized quickly to the giant figure behind the desk.

I won’t go, I won’t sleep, I can’t breathe
Until you’re resting here with me
I won’t leave, I can’t hide, I cannot breathe
until you’re resting here…

“Hey?” Trunks whirled around to face the familiar voice.

“Goku?” he asked uncertainly. “Is Cell dead? Do you know what’s happening down there?”

“What are you talking about? We’ve never even met before. But Gohan said he knew you, so I came down to collect you for him….” Goku explained, an usually serious expression on his face. “It seems he has an obsession or something about you…” The purple hair demi-Saiyan immediately looked down at his feet. “It’s a bit worrying,”

“Uh…” Trunks, a man of many words. “Yeah… uh… sorry about that…”

“What do ya mean?” Goku asked his face changing from serious to some type of quizzical.

“N-nothing,” his cheeks stained red. Trunks had never realized it before but his father wears really cool shoes… “Can we go to Gohan now?”

“Sure, I’m going to use my Instant Trans-”

“Instant Transmission, I know let’s go please!” the boy finally looked up at Goku before grabbing his shoulder as though it was his only lifeline, even though he was dead…

“Right.” Goku nodded, his face fixed with concentration as two fingers contacted his for head. Soon the sign-in desk was blurring, pushed aside by the image of a small planet with a big house on it.

“Trunks?” a sweetly familiar voice said from behind him. Warmth filled his whole body; a huge smile adorned his face. Quickly, he turned around.

“Gohan!” he practically yelled as he flew into his love’s open arms. He rested his head on the other mans shoulder. “I’ve missed you so much. So, so much.” His mouth placed kissed up and down his koi’s neck, breathing in his sweet scent, tasting it on his lips. At that moment, he didn’t care who was watching, he was with his Gohan, that’s all that matter.

“I’ve missed you too.” Came Gohan’s angelic voice. Slowly the arms around him pulled back, and Trunks protested from the lack of heat. “Come on, Trunks. Let me look at you.” Reluctantly, Trunks stepped back far enough for Gohan to see his whole body without having to actually move. “My little Twunksie’s all grown up… look at you.”

“Don’t call me that!” Trunks said in a childish voice.

“Ok, ok. Ease up tiger.” Gohan’s smile disappeared almost instantaneously. “But why are you here? Hmm? I wasn’t expecting you for another 70 years at least. You disappoint me. Now, tell me,” his master said wrapping an arm around Trunks’ waist and forcing him to walk towards the strange house. “Why are you here?”

Trunks took a deep breath in and began to explain everything that had happened in his past 4 years. “But Cell came back, and… he killed me… the End I guess.”

“Well, that’s quite the story. I guess we won’t be seeing each other for a while again.” Gohan said with sadness laced into his beautiful.

“What do you mean?!” Trunks asked suddenly, eyes wide in shock.

“I know my friends, and even though these one’s are from another timeline, I know they will wish you back as soon as possible.” Gohan explained sadly, but his voice changed to a positive one. “And a good thing too! You’re to young to die anyway.”

“But, but I don’t want to go, I don’t want to leave you again. I love you Gohan!” his voice was slightly hysterical.

“I know you do. And I love you too.” Gohan said affectionately, “But please do this for me. I want no attempts to come back. Please.”

A sudden idea struck Trunks and he smile up at his love. “I’ll do better than that.” Then his hands started disappearing in front of his eyes. “See you soon Gohan.”

Gohan’s questioning voice faded out of hearing range as he was transported miles and miles away back to Earth where all his new friend were smiling at him and welcoming him back home. He smiled happily as something went on a little ways away. Something sad was happening, if the looks on the Z-fighter’s faces meant anything, but he couldn’t understand anything they were saying, let alone hear them. A strange buzzing of happiness filled his head and concentrating on anything at that moment was unthinkable.

Sure that tight knot in his heart was back, and he started missing Gohan. But he knew he was going to see him again soon so it didn’t matter.

I won’t go, I won’t sleep, I can’t breathe
until you’re resting here with me
I won’t leave, I can’t hide, I cannot breathe
Until you’re resting here with me…

The Z-fighters were rather scared of Trunks in the next week. His whole attitude had changed, he became less serious, and more ‘I’m on drugs’ and he was just generally and happy person. Why? He had asked his mother if he could put his brilliant yet oh so simple idea into action and she said yes. But then his father heard about it and he wanted to take part, and since Vegeta was going Gohan wanted to go, and since Gohan wanted to go Piccolo was going to force himself through the torture and go for the ride too, and since Piccolo was going Krillin didn’t want to go and also since he had a new girlfriend to attend to. So they all set out and they were at their destination in about a month.

Oh I am what I am, I’ll do what I want, but I can’t hide
I won’t go, I won’t sleep, I can’t breathe
until you’re resting here with me
I won’t leave, I can’t hide, I cannot breathe
until you’re resting here…..

“I SUMMON THE ETERNAL DRAGON!” yelled a random Namekian. The skies grew dark and the wind sped up. Lightning flashed and waves crashed. The rough winds ruffled their hair and light shot up from the seven Dragon Balls as the Eternal Dragon, Porunga formed himself for his one time a year performance.

Trunks smiled, he was finally going to get his wish. Five years of waiting, a month of travelling, two days of searching and he was finally going to get his wish.

“YOU HAVE THREE WISHES! STATE THEM NOW!” bellowed the dragon.

“I wish for all the Z-fighters of my time to be alive!” Trunks yelled and watch as the Namek translated it to the Dragon.

The Dragon paused. Trunks held his breath. It seemed to be contemplating. “IT HAS BEEN DONE!” he said in his low voice. Trunks breathed a sigh of relief and looked around.

“Well, where are they!” he yelled at the beast.

The Namek translated, which is actually kind of stupid since the Dragon could speak in English yet needed a Namekian translator.

“THEY ARE WHERE THEY WERE BEFORE I BROUGHT THEM BACK TO LIFE!” the Dragon replied. Vegeta was getting bored so decided to get a drink from the water.

“Well I want them here!” Trunks demanded in a childish manner.

The Namekian made the wish and there they were. “IT HAS BEEN DONE!”

All of them, including Roshi and Chi chi.

“Gohan!” Trunks practically screamed as he ran up to his master and gave him the biggest hug ever. Vegeta, who was in the middle of swallowing his water, spat it out. “Gohan you’re alive now! Everyone is! We can go back to normal now!”

“That’s great Trunks.” Gohan said, slowly taking in everything.

“I HAVE HAD ENOUGH WAITING AROUND!” Yelled the Dragon. “STATE YOUR LAST WISH OR I WILL LEAVE!”

“Alright, alright.” Said Trunks. “Keep your scales on. I wish for everyone here to be back at their real homes no matter what time line!”

The Namek translated again. And in a second everyone had disappeared. “IT HAS BEEN DONE!” the Dragon yelled to no one. And he disappeared like the people, though with a big dramatic flash of light.

***

Trunks snuggled closer into Gohan’s body breathing in his mate’s scent. With a sigh he fell into dream world, his nightmares disappeared. They never came back.

I won’t go, I won’t sleep, I can’t breathe
until you’re resting here with me
I won’t leave, I can’t hide, I cannot breathe
until you’re resting here with me……….