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Moments In A Life	By : CardDragonBall Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3823 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 18

Time passed. He didn't really understand how he knew that it did because he had done nothing for days but lay here, very still. Just lay and lay and not really understand anything, not understand why Goten was at his side, not understand why neither one of them talked or touched, but just laid very still and stared at his ceiling for hours. Wasting of flesh away from bone, and he had to wonder if this is what his father felt, if this is what it was like to know that everything had ended and you had not.

Krillin was still in the hospital, still being watched, still healing, still stupid as a the fucking day he had sliced open his own arms. Idiot little bald fuck-up that had ruined the whole world for him. Worse than when his mother died was the day he realized, finally, that there was something in this world that could destroy his father. Because he had never believed it before.

Goten didn't cry. But he was pale and quiet, drawn and tired. He slept most of the time, soundlessly, and restlessly until Trunks thought that maybe it would be best if he dragged his best friend to his mother or his brother and forced a reaction out of him, but that wouldn't have made difference in the world, so he didn't. Just lay there and thought of how stupid they must look.

Or not.

It was so hard to tell what he was thinking now, what he was doing or saying, or anything. Just this endlessness of no pain, and so much pain that he was deadened from the weight of it on him. Didn't understand how this nothingness had been changed into what it had for his father. He looked at his best friend for a long time, while he slept and tried to imagine the sort of thing that his father had done to Krillin.

The thought never rose.

Goten's eyes opened and looked up at him, something besides that edge of tears for the first time in days, and his friend shifted, sat up and looked at him. "Trunks...was your mother pregnant?" Serious, dead seriousness on the normally joking face.

His stomach flipped inside of him and he opened his mouth, closed it, felt that something was dawning in his mind, something that he should have realized so long ago and was so blind and stupid that he hadn't. He should have seen it, should have understood the differenced but he hadn't. Because he was selfish and stupid. Looked at Goten, sat up, shook then, and no sound came out of his mouth as he opened it to say the truth. He didn't know.

"Come on," Goten said, "I've got to show you something." He took Trunks' hand and hauled him up off the bed, to his feet, across the room as they both stumbled awkwardly from being still for so long. Their feet were bare and they were rumpled and stinking from days without washing. Goten took him to the window, pushed it open and jumped out, waited for him.

They flew in utter silence, for miles, until they reached the heart of the city, to the park, and Goten touched down, sniffed the air and narrowed his eyes, something passed across his face like a sharp pain, then he pointed. Trunks turned, followed Goten's line of sight.

The line ended with a bright-blue haired little girl who wide blue eyes. Sitting at the feet of some man he did not recognize, and he felt his stomach give out. Blood rushed down to his feet and his head was spinning so fast his vision blurred, his mouth fell open, his hands were cold and numb.

"Oh, fuck," he whispered. Then everything changed, reaction became action, and he was running across the park, faster than humans could even time, to where the man was, the child, stopped, looked at them, looked at the man, at the child and he could smell his mother on her.

The man looked at him. Looked afraid. Looked like he knew exactly what he was looking at. "You're not...uh...the...Ve..geta, are you?" Stumbled to his feet and tried to look like he had a spine, but Trunks felt numb as he glared.

"How do you know my father?"

"Your father?" the man squeaked, "No...no...oh, shit.e toe told me she had a son. I thought you were younger..."

"SHE?runkrunks demanded. "SHE?! My mother?!" Felt the break inside of him, the anger that rushed so fast into his mind that he was not aware what he was doing until he felt the impact, their bodies hitting the ground, his hands bruising the man, everywhere, his face and his chest and his stomach, endlessly raining bruises on him. A scream, the wailing of the baby and something else.

So much noise rushing into his ears and he couldn't make it make sense. Nothing made sense anymore.

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"Goku!" The door to the time chamber burst open, and he turned, shoved Vegeta away from him in the middle of a fight and Dende was standing there, pale and quivering. Afraid, almost, and Goku was at his side in an instant, with Vegeta at his back. "Trunks... Goten... They're... People are getting hurt."

"What?" Vegeta demanded.

"I don't know what happened," Dende said, looked miserable at his ignorance, "Something. You have to stop them."

Goku turned, grabbed Vegeta by the arm before he could shove past him and attack the little namek, yanked him outside the chamber where he could get a better reading on the ki signatures, two fingers to his forehead, and he felt the yank of their bodies across the space between where they stood and where Trunks was.

The sight that greeted him was nothing thatcoulcould honestly say he had seen before. He'd seen disaster on a cosmic scale, he'd seen genocide, he'd seen evil things before but he had never thought that he would see something so evil in someone that he had long held to be honorable. But there it was, before him like something horrofic.

"What's going on?" that was his son, that was Gohan, who touched down next to him and looked at the scene with the same look. "Shit..." He looked at his father and then back at the mess before them. "Dad, we've got to stop them."

Goku nodded, moved forward, noted in a distracted way that Vegeta did not move with them, he stayed, crossed his arms over his chest and said nothing. It didn't matter, this wasn't a fight that Vegeta would have fought even if Bulma were alive. He crossed the distance between him and Trunks, grabbed the boy away from body that he was beating, yanked him up and off and tossed him across the park, watched the dirt fly as his body plowed down into ground.

Screams. Tons of them. So loud and people were running everywhere, the men that had been trying to get Trunks off the fallen one were scrambling back to their feet, clutching their bloody noses and broken hands. Moving towards the thing that had been a body once, but he wasn't so sure it was anymore. Stood there and looked at it and blood spouted and rolled down its face.

Vegeta moved up to him. He looked down at the shorter Saiyan, and saw the smirk on his face, the satisfaction that he felt over this, and Goku felt queasy.

"It's him isn't it?" Didn't want the answer to the question, didn't want to know if that was the man that ruined everything, if that was the father of the child that looked so much like Bulma. Vegeta gave him a raised eyebrow and an incline of his head as the answer.

"Dad!" Gohan yelled, "He's still alive, I'm taking him to Dende..." Then he gathered up the ruined body of the man that killed Goku's best friend and flew away, leaving the other men behind, bruised and broken and seething in anger.

Trunks lifted himself out of the ground and dirt showered down over his shoulders and back, to the ground. He shook his head and the dirt flew out of his hair, he looked at them, at his father, at Goku. At the men that had been trying so hard to pull him off the body he was trying to murder.

"Where's the girl?" Goku asked.

Trunks shrugged.

"I've got her," that was Goten, from the left, standing away from the mess, holding the little girl in his arms and she was crying, little blue eyes ringed red from tears and he carried her over to them. Tiny child who was so adorable, so much like Bulma. She reached her arms out, lunged out of Goten's grip and onto Vegeta, who grabbed the child only reflexively, and as soon as he realized what he was holding...

"What's this?" Another voice, another problem that faced them, as he turned and looked up, saw 18 there, looking down at the mess they had made of the park. "Killing my husband wasn't enough? Now you have to kidnap children?"

Vegeta didn't hear her. He was still looking at the baby who was against his chest, looking up at him, eyes drifting closed. She felt safe with him, and it was a cruel irony that she was probably least safe with Vegeta.

"Not now," Goku said to 18, "You want your fight and you can have it, but not now." He wanted it to be that simple, that easy, and understood as soon as he said the words that they were useless, because Vegeta looked up at her and grinned, a wolfish grin.

18 sneered back at him, and he could just hear the scream of challenged that went unuttered between them. Vegeta handed him the baby, she started to cry as soon as she was away from him, but the Prince didn't give a damn, he climbed up into the air and headed straight for the blond woman, grinning all the way.

"Dad..." Goten said, "What happened?"

Trunks came over to them, looked at his hands and no shame came to his eyes when he saw the blood, only a strange cruel smirk that was so much of his father and nothing like his mother. Goku looked at it, held the child in his hand as she cried and wanted to find a way to undo everything that had been done.

"Let me hold her," Trunks said. Took the little girl in the bright yellow dress in his hands and she stopped crying again, rested her head on his shoulder and sucked on her thumb. Trunks looked at her, pressed his hand against her back and cupped her little head. Looked at her until the feral anger in him passed, and when he looked up at Goku again there was no change, no regret, no shame, only satisfaction.

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Trunks: Wow! I'm a bastard!

Vegeta: Good job, son.

Goku: Uh...well...you know... I should really...stop you.

Gohan: Now this would be an interesting custody battle, dontcha think?

All: *blink?*

Gohan: Oh. Nevermind. *storms off*
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