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A Wish To Be With You
by Daisygirl
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Gohan wants do do something special as a surprise to Mirai Trunks before he returns to the Future. Trunks finds someone he’s dreamt of seeing there waiting for him, but why can’t he get close to him?
Spoilers: History of Trunks and DBZ Cell Saga
Spoilers: History of Trunks and DBZ Cell Saga
Chapter 01: Anticipation
The Z-senshi stood atop the look out, still dismayed at the fact that their hero wasn’t coming home. The youngest warrior hung his head with inconsolable guilt. There was no reasoning with his still child-like mind to convince him otherwise. It’s all my fault… Everyone is sad that Dad died… and I killed him.“Gohan,” a voice snapped him out of his remorseful musings. He looked up at the lavender haired time traveler in response. “Hey kid, you can’t do this to yourself. I’ve been there, and it’s a loosing battle.”
Everyone else seemed somewhat perplexed by the conversation, but Trunks knew that look in his sensei’s eyes, even if he was still just a kid in another timeline. Trunks kneeled down, coming to eye level with the pre-teen version of his best friend. He spoke warm and softly, “there’s no reason you should feel that way. You were great out there today; your father would be… He IS proud of you.” Trunks lifted Gohan’s chin to emphasize his remark.
The young warrior just wanted to be left alone. “How can you say that…? I LET my power take control. I LET Cell win… I-”
“NO, Gohan. Fate already has in store what it wants for us…. You became a hero today… The hero I’ve ALWAYS known you to be.” The longing blue eyes stared caringly into the eyes of a broken child.
Gohan looked up at Trunks, but didn’t quite smile. He looked around at the tattered group of his father’s friends, and knew that they all shared a respect and friendship for the young hero. He finally smiled as he was somewhat convinced of the feelings everyone there shared, that no one actually blamed him.
“Come on kid,” the deep voice of his childhood master seemed to be fierce with pride, “Let’s get you home before your mother goes ballistic on us.”
Gohan chuckled as friends bid farewells and they headed their separate ways. Trunks has done SO much for us, and he seems sad that he’s going back to the future… He told me how lonely he gets at home, I wish there was some way I could help. He wants to go back to defeat the androids, but he’ll be alone again, with out…
Gohan’s thought process went wild as the impromptu idea came into his head. Will it work? I hope it does.
The young warrior mentally called out to the newly appointed God… “Dende can you hear me?”
The young voice ran inside his head with an immediate response. “Yes, Gohan, is anything wrong?”
“No, but I was wondering if there was any way you could contact the Nameks to use their dragonballs to wish someone back.”
“Yes, that is possible, but who do you have in mind? Your father has already made it clear…” The guardian instantly regretted drudging up memories of the recently deceased savior.
“I know, but that wasn’t what I was thinking about… Um… Do you know if there is any way to…” Gohan was thinking of a way to process his thoughts into an actual idea. “Do you know if we could wish the OTHER me back to life?”
Dende was thoroughly confused, and inquired, “The OTHER you?”
“Well, the Son Gohan who died fighting the androids in Mirai Trunks’ time. I know it would mean A LOT for Trunks to have him back to life.” Gohan went silent wondering if there was anyway for his plan to be put into action. “I think he died about five years ago, so I don’t know if it’ll work, and the fact that he’s practically in another dimension of time…”
“Yes I see your point, but it couldn’t hurt to try.” Dende seemed optimistic and broke the mental connection to contact his Namekian home world.
***
Gohan made it home and solemnly walked in to break the news of his father’s sacrifice to his mother. He let her cry herself to sleep in his arms before he carried her to his parents’ bedroom. You’ve only been gone a few hours, but home still feels so empty. He made his way over to the window and stared out into the beautiful day. There were still a few hours of daylight, and it was so beautiful outside, but Gohan couldn’t help but feel retched on the inside. It hurts too much.
Gohan stared out into the peaceful afternoon until he was suddenly called upon once again by his divine friend. “Gohan, I have good news. Elder Mori said they could have the dragonballs gathered within a few hours, but he didn’t know if Porunga has the capabilities to grant that wish or not.”
“Dende, that’s great, I just have this feeling that he will,” Gohan said as it as if it were already official.
“Gohan, are you going to tell Trunks,” the young guardian questioned.
“Actually, I was hoping we could make it a surprise. If it works, that is. I think I’ll drop a hint of it to him right before he leaves.” Dende could practically hear the mischief in his voice, “I think I’ll tell Bulma, but I know she wouldn’t tell him, but would make it clear that something’s up…”
“Alright, your plan, I won’t interfere.”
“Hey, you’re God, aren’t you SUPPOSED to interfere?” Gohan teased his young friend. He knew that Dende had a lot of responsibility, but couldn’t help but try and light the load.
Dende chuckled, “Well, I guess there’s nothing we can do but wait for Elder Mori’s word.”
“Yeah, I need to go make sure Mom’s alright. I’ll talk to you in a bit?”
“Of course, I’ll give you a heads up when I get word.”
“Thanks Dende, I’m sorry for taking up so much of your time.”
“Gohan, Earth owes its existence to you for today, the least I can do as God is take a few minutes of my day to help you.” Dende was truly grateful for his friend’s gratitude.
“Thank you”
