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Survive
by Dreamofbeing
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Trunks' past holds a secret that he's afraid to reveal but with the help of his family and friends, he'll break through into a world he never thought existed for him, a world where his best friend Goten means everything. Together Trunks and Goten can survive anything, right?
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01: Normal
"You know it's wrong, don't you Trunks?""I—I don't kno—
"Well trust me it is a sin having THOSE kind of thoughts. I just thank God you haven't committed the ultimate sin."
Eight-year-old Trunks looked to his lap for answers. He felt so ashamed and alone in his struggle to be normal.
"Our time is up for today. I recommend you schedule regular appointments with me," said the Psychiatrist as he smiled, laying a hand on his shoulder. "I can help you."
"Thank you doctor," said Trunks as he headed towards the door.
"Oh and Trunks, I promise to keep this between the two of us. No need to let your friends and family know."
"It's for the best," Trunks said in a voice devoid of any feeling.
Trunks closed the door behind him.
10 Years Later…
"How long has it been since you've seen him?" asked Bulma as she sat next to him in the stadium many World Marshal Arts tournaments were held.
"Does it matter?" answered Trunks as he watched the two fighters sparring in the ring. He sighed. He could feel his mother wouldn't give up on this. "The tournament where Goku took Uub to train."
"Trunks, what's going on? Why don't you want to see him?"
He could never look her in the eyes. All he could think about was his last day of therapy. It was on his 18th birthday where his psychiatrist sent him on his way, believing he had cured him of his sinful thoughts. He had only left with even more shame and guilt, than he had walked in with. "You couldn't begin to understand mother."
She saw the blank look in her son's eyes, and it worried her. What was going on in that head of his? "Try me."
He looked to see her compassionate face and carrying, blue eyes. She wore a smile that said you could trust me with anything, but he couldn't. 'If my father found out…He didn't even want to think what would happen to him. "I'm sorry mom."
"Whatever is going on Trunks, you know I'm here for you right?"
He smiled. "I know mom, I know," he said as he stood up and walked away from her, walked away from this place that held so many memories for him, good and bad. Stopping at the exit, he leaned against the wall with his eyes to the clear, blue sky. He couldn't help but think that he'd give anything just to be normal and to rid his mind of the terrible, forbidden thoughts running through his head. He sighed. 'I just want to be at peace. How do I stop these thoughts from taking over me?' A light bulb went off in his mind as his eyes met the sky once again. 'I have to leave this place.'
Trunks left the World Marshal Arts Tournament behind him with a hopeful smile on his face. He'd build a space ship, he'd leave but would he return to earth? Only he really knew how much time he needed to forget and hopefully move on and live a normal life with no shame, no guilt inside him.
After the Shadow Dragons' Defeat…
29-year-old Trunks had just finished a long day's hard work as the President of Capsule Corporation. All he wanted to do was eat something quick and get to sleep. He was exhausted and just wanted to be alone in his dark room in silence. It soothed him, and he smiled just thinking about it as he walked up the front path to the door.
His smile faded when he realized all the commotion he heard from inside the house. He sighed. 'Just great.' He took a deep breath in and then out as he walked in the door to see his mother talking to Gohan. A sudden realization hit him. 'If Gohan's here, then the whole Son family must be here but why?'
"Well look who it is," said Gohan as he walked up to Trunks.
"Hey Gohan, what's going on?"
"Your mom invited us over for a barbeque. You know how your mom likes to make sure we don't lose touch with each other just because we live quite a distance away."
"Yeah, but you think she'd wait until a significant amount of time passed."
"We never know how much time we have Trunks," said Bulma. "We don't want to waste it being away from the friends we care about."
"Bulma's right," said Chichi as she smiled. "It's good to get together with old friends. Anyway Trunks I heard from your mother that you took a long trip into space for six years. I can't imagine you'd find a lot to do."
"You'd be surprised," Trunks said.
"So, why six years?" asked Chichi.
"Yeah, I mean I'd think it had to be something severe for you to be gone that long," said Gohan.
"No, nothing like that," said Trunks feeling a little nervous that all eyes seemed to be on him.
"Leave the boy alone it's his business and no one else's," said Vegeta.
Trunks walked away from them and disappeared into the dark hall. When he arrived at his room, he sat down on his bed and let out a breath he didn't even know he was holding in.
"Trunks," said his father.
"I—I just wanted to be normal," he said, his face starring at the floor.
"You call building a ship and disappearing for six years normal?" said Vegeta as he sat down beside his son.
"That's not what I'm talking about father. I thought by going away I could get these terrible thoughts and ideas out of my head, but they've just become stronger. I can't escape them."
"I can relate to terrible thoughts and ideas but something tells me mine are much different from yours."
"I don't know where to go from here. I've tried everything I can think of?"
"Are you so sure son?" Vegeta asked as he stood up to face Trunks. "Because if you had thought of everything, then I wouldn't have to point it out."
"What haven't I thought of?"
"Giving in, accepting what is and what will always be."
He left Trunks' room with a lot to think about.
The horror of his father's words left him shaken. 'It's not like him to give in and accept what will be so why is he telling me to? It doesn't make sense.' Trunks could feel the weight of his thoughts as he leaned his head into the nozzle of the showerhead. The water did very little to relieve his pounding head.
When he was clean and fully dressed, he walked back into his room to see none other than Goten setting on his bed. His heart started to pound and the thoughts he had been so desperately trying to get away from flowed back to his mind. 'He can't be here. He has to leave before something happens, before I tell him…'
"I was worried about you Trunks. You've been avoiding me for a long time. Even when we spent time together, I still felt you were miles away from me. I want to know what's wrong," he said as he stood up, facing his nervous friend.
A pain spread throughout his body, knowing what he was about to do next would hurt Goten deeply and ruin their friendship forever. "G—Goten," he said, feeling himself starting to break inside, "we can't be friends anymore."
At first he thought Trunks was joking but the look on his face said otherwise. "You're serous, aren't you?" Silence was his answer. "Is this because I've been spending so much time with Valese? If it is I'm sorry, I want to hangout with you more. We can make this work Trunks, I—
"No, it's for your own good that you leave and never come back. I can't offer you friendship, I can't offer you anything because there is nothing I can give you."
The coldness in his voice was a shock to Goten. There was no emotion behind anything he was saying. He felt like he was starring at an empty shell of his best friend. "What happened to you?"
"Nothing you need to concern yourself with."
"I—I can't accept this Trunks. You can't just ask me to throw away years of friendship."
"You'll make better friends. It will be like I never existed."
"Ho—HOW! Can you even say that?" he asked as tears started to roll down his face. "You've been everything to me since I was born, the one person I leaned on when thinks got rough at home. We've been through too much together for you to try and get rid of me because something bad happened to you."
"You really don't get it, do you? It didn't just happen to me. It's always been inside of me."
"What's been eating up inside you? Tell me Trunks I want to help you. I care about you."
Trunks' eyes widened. His words just triggered something in him that he couldn't allow any longer. "It's time for you to leave," said Trunks as he opened the door.
"This isn't over Trunks. You can't get rid of me. I don't care what you say to hurt me."
"You do care or else you wouldn't have tears on your face."
"I'm not giving up," said Goten, causing Trunks to look his friend straight in the eyes. There was life, compassion in his eyes and something else Trunks couldn't decipher.
"You can try till you're blue in the face. Nothing will change; I'll still be—
"Sad, lost, alone? You don't have to be Trunks," he said softly, creating warmth in his body that made him feel, good?
