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Lost	By : Spacefille Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 5972 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own DragonballZ, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Lost
- 2-Part 2
- 3-Part 3
- 4-Part 4
- 5-part 5
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I'm sorry for the wait everyone. Luckily I'm procrastinating on a major essay, which means you get another part. :)

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Part 4

Trunks First person narrative

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The cell is dark. Damp. Cold. I am nearly always shivering.

I also have company. Today, at least. I’ve seen him before. Same white clothes, same green skin, same arrogant son of a bitch. I glower at him as he puts food down, just within my reach. I can’t go much farther, with the metallic bindings they have my arms in.

“And how’s my favorite Green Alien today?” I ask sarcastically.

I am glared at. “We still haven’t reached a decision about you yet.” He returns, speaking to me as if I’m dumb. His eyes flash. “But if I had my way, you’d suffer the same fate as your sire.”

I raise an eyebrow. “Well thank goodness for politics then, huh?”

The smile he gives me is forced. He turns and leaves the room in an indignant manner.

Not that I care. I lean my head back, shutting my eyes. With my eyes shut I don’t have to see the video screen that takes up the entire wall in front of me.

The sick bastards.

The video being played on the wall in front of me, as far as I can tell, is a live feed into the cell where my father and Goku, the last two full blooded Saiyans in the known universe, are being kept. The video has been on non-stop since I got here. I think that watching my father, and Goku to a lesser extent, being tortured is supposed to shatter my moral. It ends up just pissing me off.

At least being a half-breed means I got to discover, why, exactly, I am here. Apparently way back when, when Planet Vegeta still existed, the Saiyan race wiped out a planet of people for the interest of resale. Which was pretty horrible and all that, but even worse was they kinda forgot to check one of the moons for life. A small band of priests, my current captors, were still on it, and got to witness the destruction of their entire kind.

Never mind the fact that Planet Vegeta was not only purged since then, but completely destroyed. They still vowed vengeance on the remaining members of the Saiyan race. All two of them, and all five of us half breeds.

I’m still trying to figure out how Goku factors in here. My protests echo my father’s, Goku was raised by humans, just like me. He is less Saiyan than some humans I know. Unfortunately, my captors don’t seem to care. Then again, when you prepare 30 some odd years for vengeance, you’re bound to be a little close-minded about things.

They played this out pretty well, I must admit. I went to sleep in my own bed back on earth one night and woke up here. Here, as far as I’ve gleaned from “conversations” with my captors, is a spaceship.

I imagine they caught my dad and Goku the same way. What was even more ingenious about the capture, was that Goku and Vegeta both went missing two weeks before I woke up in this place. We had been searching the known universe for them, and with no luck. No chi to be found, nothing. They weren’t in the afterlife, so they weren’t dead. They just disappeared.

Which means that whoever these people are, they have pretty slick hiding skills.

Also the chi thing. I can’t figure it out either, but I barely can do anything with my power. I think it has something to do with genetics, but I’m not sure… all I know is that Goku and my dad aren’t restrained at all, which is really weird for the two strongest beings in the known universe.

As for me they’ve had me under pretty heavy restraints since I got here… I can barely do anything. I definitely can’t tap into my power like I used to, let alone blow this room apart. Trust me, I tried. I can make my bonds creak and groan under pressure… that is about all I can do.

Which means I am left tied to a wall, with a freaking huge view of the interior of Vegeta and Goku’s cell on the opposite wall.

Did I mention that my captors are a bunch of sick bastards?

Yeah.

Torture to them seems to include humiliation to the worse extreme possible.

Goku is breaking.

I can tell. I don’t know him as well as I know my dad, but hanging out with his family has allowed me to get acquainted with his style of thinking. Goku is one of those people who, if it’s possible to save all parties involved he will do it.

He can’t save my father.

He is trying though. There is something loving in the way he force feeds my cranky father that, in a different setting, would be enduring. It’s obvious that they have history. Even though most of that history wasn’t all that pleasant, they have an understanding. Goku does his thing, Vegeta does his. They piss each other off, there is no doubt about that, but the antagonizing is reduced to minute long arguments that end quickly. Vegeta sulks, Goku whines a bit, and all is right in the world.

Or that was how it used to be.

Watching my father go through this is hard to say the least. He’s dying, anyone can see that. Goku can see it most of all.

I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised. I seethe silently and try to break out of my bonds again when I discover that Vegeta was threatened with my life. That night I have to turn my head away in disgust when I watch my father provoke Goku into basically raping him. Fucking great. I did not want to see that.

I yell and scream at the sick fucks the next day when they bring me my food about their “methods”, which only gets me smirked at. Apparently my reaction is an expected one.

I’m not sure how I feel about Goku after that. I rationalize that Goku isn’t all there anymore, obviously, but I can’t help but feel a bit of resentment. He shouldn’t have done that. My father doesn’t need anymore shit to deal with.

Watching the wall 24/7 is impossible of course, but it is very hard to sleep around here. Even when Goku and Vegeta are sleeping I tend to stay awake in nervous anticipation that more shit will happen.

Which it does. After some heated arguments between my dad and Goku of course. Dad flips out and starts beating on Goku and Goku just lets him. I think I can understand where father’s coming from, but I do wish Goku would just defend himself. From where I’m sitting, one or the other is going to get killed eventually, and I don’t doubt it will be caused by the other. Then again, that may very well be my captor’s game plan.

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Dad looks really beat up and weak today. Today would be a VERY good day for Gohan and Piccolo and the rest of them to show up and rescue us. There is a hollow feeling of dread in my stomach, both that they won’t come to save us and that something terrible is about to happen.

Goku won’t stop looking at Vegeta worriedly. The larger man’s hands tremble minutely when he goes about gathering food. Later on, they come and take my Dad away and bring him back. He’s not doing so good, I can tell. If he was weak this morning, he is worse now.

That night something terrible happens. I can’t watch. I swear and curse and struggle to break free yet again, but that does nothing beyond leaving my wrists swollen and bleeding. Goku’s cries overwhelm my own. It is even worse to watch him then it is to watch what they are doing to my dad. At least my dad is drugged.

I can practically taste Goku’s desperation. It is my desperation. Now I am sure this is just an attempt to break the taller warrior. It looks like it may succeed. I’ve never heard Goku sound like that before, and I hope I won’t ever again.

The rest of the night is just as painful to watch. I can barely sleep that night. Fear eats at me. Father is dying. So is Goku. Even if help did come… they would probably be too late.

Even then, I didn’t expect it to come to an end so quickly. Vegeta wakes up from a nightmare, screaming. I watch apprehensively as the finale plays out in front of me… my father asks Goku to kill him.

“NO!” I scream at the video screen, even though I know that it is useless and they can not hear me.

Goku is broken. My father puts Goku’s own hands on his throat and commands him to squeeze. Goku can’t resist. His pitiful protests fall on deaf ears. Right now my father’s will to die is greater than Goku’s will to save him.

“Stop it!” I shout out loud. “Father! FATHER!!”

I am so intent on the two of them that I start visibly when the door to crashes open. I turn my head.

… and stare, stunned. My mind takes what seems like eternity to process what is in from of me.

Piccolo is standing there.

I do a double take. It’s nearly a triple take. But it is Piccolo, and relief floods through me as the Namek levels an attack at my wrists and breaks off the bonds that hold me.

I stumble to my feet and fall flat on my face in less than a second. My legs protest the sudden movement. Prone on the ground I gesture wildly at the videofeed. “Save them!” I shout.

Piccolo takes one look at the video and just what position the two men in the room are in, mutters something unintelligible under his breath and is off like a shot.

It takes me a couple more seconds to convince my legs that they want to work again. As soon as I pull myself up I take off after him.

Piccolo has Dende with him.

I’ve never been more grateful to see the little green God before in my life.

He runs only a step behind Piccolo, and I run a step behind him.

Piccolo starts blasting open doors as he passes them. I see flashes of faces as I past the rooms… they all look like our captors, dressed in white robes.

My heart pounds the more time we spend running down halls. A minute rushes by. Two. Vegeta could be dead by now…

And then Piccolo stops.

The scent is what hits me first, a full assault on my senses. It stinks in here. It stinks of blood, sweat and refuse, amount other things. I clamp a hand over my mouth and nose instinctively. It flies off again when I spot Vegeta.

“Father!” I shout. “FATHER!!!”

Vegeta is dead. He has to be. He is pale and still. Goku is rocking… back on his heels, sobbing uncontrollably. There is something hysterical in the way he is crying, something broken, something wrong. My stomach turns.

I’m useless. I stand there, staring and shouting, instead of helping. Piccolo and Dende seem to know what to do… the large Namek quickly makes his way to Goku. A quick jab to the back of his head knocks him out cold. Dende goes to Vegeta, hands already glowing.

For a fleeting instant I wonder if it is worth it to save him. After all, how much of my father will actually be left if Dende manages to resurrect him?

Piccolo stands, hefting Goku on his shoulder about the same time that Dende backs off from Vegeta.

“Is he?” The larger Namek rumbles.

Dende nods tersely. “Barely.” Is his quiet reply.

Piccolo turns to me then. “Are you strong enough to carry him?” He asks. “I need an extra hand free.”

I’m already darting forwards.

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It’s like a dream. Blurred. Some parts don’t make sense. Somehow we go from running down corridors to being on a new ship… a ship that has my mother on it. I watch, dull eyed as the something large and metallic explodes on the view screen. I somehow know it is the ship I had just come from without being told.

I walk. In a daze. Down the corridors of the ship. My mother’s ship. The white familiar walls offer no comfort. I find a bathroom. I clean myself. Wash myself. I find clothes. They look like Gohan's.

I put them on. They are too big for me, but I don't care.

I don't care about anything.

I go back to walking. I'm still in a daze. Exhausted. I stumble. Several times. My body wants to shut off. My brain is refusing to communicate with it.

I am alone.

It hits me like a brick. I am alone… I don’t know where everyone else went.

Panicked, I begin to run.

I reach the infirmary, or at least the room my mom is using for an infirmary, panting for breath. Sure enough the gang's all here… Piccolo, Gohan, Bulma, Dende, Goku and Vegeta. I realize that I have no idea who is watching Kami’s look out back on earth. I have more important things to think about right now.

My father is unconscious as far as I can tell, hooked up to a drip bag and a machine at the far corner of the room. He looks so small and weak in the white cotton outfit he is dressed in. Bulma did good work on him if she got him all settled into a hospital bed this quickly. Gohan is standing beside him as well as Bulma. I skid over to them. Bulma smiles at me and steps aside so that I can stand beside Gohan. He smiles at me.

I peer anxiously over the side of the bed.

Gohan’s large hand clamps me on the shoulder gently. “He’s going to be okay Trunks,” He says quietly.

I nod, trying to fight back the stinging behind my eyes. I don’t know that. I don’t know that at all. Not after I’ve seen… the man I know as my father, and others know as Vegeta may be gone forever.

"Nice clothes," Gohan says.

I stare at him. I don't understand.

Gohan's smile fades. The look on his face is… odd. It's almost contemplative. Like he is assessing me.

I look away.

Goku is still alive. Bulma hovers in the other corner of the room, talking to her old friend in a low voice. Piccolo stands in front on him, his arms crossed, the frown on his forehead and face deeper than usual.

I wonder what the fuss is about. Then I see.

Goku isn’t responding. He sits on the edge of the bed and stares at nothing.

In a few determined steps I am across the room.

Piccolo steps aside and lets me stand in front of Goku.

"Goku." I snap.

He is slow. Slow to look up, to let his eyes meet mine. Those eyes are deadened, but when he sees me something seems to spark alive in them. He smiles. His eyes begin to tear.

"Trunks," He whispers. Suddenly he seems to remember. He looks away again, looking across the room at Vegeta's unconscious body.

He stares at him for a long moment. "I'm sorry," He says finally. He looks down again and shakes his head.

I watch as Goku folds in on himself. He draws his knees up and buries his head into them.

The tears start then. The sobs.

The sounds of a broken spirit.

Bulma is instantly on him, shaking his shoulder, trying to convince Goku that Vegeta isn't dead. Goku is shaking now, his head jerks as a violent negative. He says nothing, merely shakes.

A gentle hand is placed on my shoulder, drawing me aside. Piccolo is going in now, to try to help. I am left out. Pushed out. I have no place here.

I stumble backwards. I feel the crushing feeling of anxiety again, and I don't know why. I begin to hyperventilate. I need out of here, I need out…

I take another step back, only to land against something warm and solid. I look up quickly.

Gohan looks down at me, his dark eyes calm and serious. "Trunks?" He inquires in a soft voice.

I imagine there is desperation in my eyes, to echo the same in my voice. "I need out," I rasp, making a quick hand gesture at my throat.

He seems to understand. Gohan nods, giving my shoulder a quick squeeze. "Let's go," He says simply. He begins to maneuver me towards the door.

I slump against him, so much that he has to half support me out of the room. I am suddenly grateful for the solid strength of my best friend's big brother. I really need it right now.

I am even more thankful a few minutes later. I barely make it back to what I assume is Gohan's quarters… it is were I had stole the clothes… before I collapse. Tears stream down my face as I gasp and sob against his chest. Oh god, Gohan…

He is worried now. He inquires if I've been hurt. Tortured. I shake my head quickly. Not me. It's not me.

He asks if I want to talk about it.

I almost don't. Then I can't hold it back. I tell him everything. Everything I saw, everything I felt. He holds my hand… inspects the raw marks the cuffs made in my wrists and is silent.

It's not your fault, he tell me.

It wasn't my fault.

It wasn't.

I cry harder. Grateful. Overtired.

I fall asleep in his room that night, laid out on his bed and bundled in his arms. Safe.
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