Pig\'s Blood on my Runway

Wow.......chapter.....five...I think.......

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Trunks glaced down at the mess. His hands slid away from the spike droven into the man below him. There he cried. His heart pooled on the floor of the cool basement as he let himself slouch against the blood stained table infront of him.
Smile after smile graced him. Finally, his pain was over. All his hurt, all his work it all paid off. That monster was finally gone and no one would ever be hurt by his tainted soul again.
Shaky hands ran slowly through his oil slicked lavander hair. Sweat fell passed his brow and lingered against his tears as the boy stood.
For the first time in what seemed like forever, he was....proud. Proud that he had done something right, proud that he had ended such a nightmare, but mostly just proud to be alive.
His legs barely supported him as he walked up the stairs and met the kitchen floor. The small room was alight with the moon's glow and the sound of sleepy wind was a comfort to his beating heart.
Step after step, Trunks got closer to the living room...soon it would be the stairs...then his room....just a bit longer and he would sleep, not on a bed of tears, but on dry sheets to await the next day with a grin.
"Trunks?" the meek voice made him look up quickly as his feet met the carpet of the family room.
His mother stood there. The pink silk of her night gown resting on her tierd hips as her hands clasped together over cuts and bruises lineing her wrists and hands.
Her fingers were mashed together in such a way, that the old coat of paint on her nails chipped off in her palm.
His eyes met her's with a lided stare and her face was wrinkled with worry and concern. She looked like a frightend little child looking for her mother.
"Yes...?" He answered softly. She huffed as he stood up straight to look at her.
"Where is Goku...where's my Goku...?" He felt his stomach lunge into his throt but it settled as he looked at her once more.
She wouldn't have to be so afriad anymore.
That monster was gone...forever.
"Mother..." The demi sayian smiled again and glanced at the ground, gripping the doorway to support his weak body.
"He's...gone. Forever. We'll never have to see him again, I promise." Bulma's figeting stopped and her stare seemed to become more desprate as she wrung the young boy out to dry with her ocean eyes.
"W-what...?" She acted as it he spoke a fogien language, but it was all true and she knew it. Trunks reached from his mother's hands and held them gentaly in his own, occasionally rubbing his thumb over the broken knuckles.
"You heard me. I got rid of him. We're free mother," One palm lifted itself and was placed on her beaten cheek as tears filled her bright eyes.
"He will never hurt us again......mother...I did it for you...for us....we can be a family again....mother.."
She didn't answer him as he watched her.
Her beautiful body shaking under the soft material.
Quickly, Bulma pulled away from her son, pushing him to the ground at her feet. There sat the boy, lost in a sea of emotion, drowning in her eyes of betrayle.
"Y-you fucking little brat!" She kicked at him with her bare feet, fisting her hands at her sides and screaming at him.
"How could you!? He fucking loved us! He FUCKING LOVED US!!!!" The young sayian boy took the harsh reality of her beating and remained unmoving.
Finally, she stopped. But,still, she was staring him down. Those pretty, short, blue locks hanging in her flushed face and curled lips.
"You piece of shit!!! How could you!!??" Her foot found his side again and a yelp escaped him. The buzz of his father training outside and his racing heart was a sick mix for his mind.
"Mom..." She kicked him again, this time in the throt then in the head.
"Don't you FUCKING TALK TO ME!!!!" He felt so weak uder the human, watching her from half lided eyes covered in tears as she continued her asualt. His body hurt from every word his mother was saying. But what made his pain even worse, was the fact that she beat him for taking away what had caused all those marks over that silky flesh.
Suddenly, the movement stopped and the boy let out a cry, curling into a ball on the kitchen floor. Bulma glared down at the creature below her as her breath was quick it its furious knots.
"It doesn't matter." She turned her eyes to the open door of the basement. Its light was the only glow out-shining the moon passed these towering walls.
Ignoring Trunks, she wandered to that door and the sound of her tiny footsteps desending the stairs was pounding in to his head.
He had to move, he had to get up. She would find him there, her love. He would be covered in his own blood and he would hear her screams. Cries of disbelif, pain. Something she would never do for the broken boy laying on the ground now.
Slowly, Trunks pushed himself up, his hands struggling to steady themselves in the small pools of crimson.
Lifting his head, the demi closed his eyes as blood fell down his chin and hit the floor in a sick silence. But there was no scream to tear through the eeri feeling this quiet forced on him.
His eyes shot open.
There was something worse.
Thump followed thump and sinking into the backround was the sound of his mother's struggles as she heaved the monster's bruised and battered body up step after step.
The head of lavander hair snapped to the side gazing at the rising mound of two people combined coming up the basement stairs. Trunks almost jumped when one of the nails in Goku's cold hand fell to the floor with what seemed to be the loudest yelp of metal clashing with stone tile ever.
"Mother." His beautiful eyes were wide with fear and they met her's. a frown was pressed over her gritted teeth now.
"Well, aren't you going to help me, fuck-face?" The sound of her voice was almost calm and he was still.
He wanted to colse his eyes just one more time. He wanted to wake up in a bath of sunlight and smile against it's beauty, knowing for once tomarrow would be a good day. But he couldn't do that now, and maybe he wouldn't do it ever again.
Approching his mother, the boy reached a quivering hand out to the hero.
"Yes, mother."
The demi could feel Goku's hip against his as he pulled the limp arm over his own shoulder. Without warning, Bulma shifted the weight of the nentire body to her son and gave him a blank face as she pointed down the stairs.
"I have to clean up your mess before Vegeta finds it. So, be good boy and take him upstairs and wash him." There was a terror written on Trunks' face that was unreadably deep. He wanted to drop the corpse and grab the human's waist, shaking her, crying, begging for forgiveness or whatever she wanted from him. He wanted his mother to pet through his silky locks and tell him there was nothing to cry about. Nothing to fear. but only a fist found the hair on his head when he began to shake.
"Hurry the fuck up!!" Standing up straight, the boy drug the saiyan over his shoulder to the bottom of an even larger staircase. Each step was hell. Ever time their cheeks would brush together, vomit rose in Trunks' tear rung throt.
Prays were whipsered under every labored breath and pictures of happier times projected themselves on the closed eyelids. The young male stopped when his feet hit flat ground.
Finally, they were at the top. Just a few more steps.
Opening his sky blue orbs, a light flashed into his vision. The creamy, cotton sheets of his mother's bed could be spotted from where he was walking in the hall.
So close.
Soon his feet met the cool, wood surface of her room and he made his steps faster to reach the large bathroom that was not to far away.
The golw of the small lamp was soon left behind the boy as he wondered into the darkness of his salvation. With a deep breath he shoved the body from his own and it landed harshly into the open shower stall.
Scrambling to the door frame, he searched for the small switch patruding out for the wall franticly. A bright glow filled the room suddenly and his heart reced as he put a hand over his chest. The body of Kakarott was slumped over like a rag doll against the once clean shower wall. Blood began to crust over his wrinkled orange and navy atire as well as stain the gorund before him.
Trunks could still feel the piercing stare rip at his insides from behind the crimson tainted nails in those black eyes.
Slowly, he crept over the sayian, his arm already reaching out to the high knob conected to the shower fosit. When his fingers met it, he inhaled with the twist of his slim wrist. Water was soon complimented by steam as warm liquid rushed over the bigger body sitting opposit the drain. The water swam into a light red before it desapeared beneath the tiles.
Trunks watched for a moment as water rushed over his own head as well as the ebony one under him.
There was something about the way Goku remained so still. There was no breath moving in and out of his lungs, no fowl words coming from his lush lips. Trunks would like to think such a situation to be wonderful, but in that lifeless body, he found everything that would crash him.
Will mother hate him even more?
Will his father find out?
Will the others find out?
Will Goten find out....?
A knot jammed itself into his gut as the young boy began to lift the shirt from Goku's cold stomach. Tossing the cloth over his shoulder, he reached for the second shirt, then the soft belt around the bigger man's waist. He tugged at it quickly and shoved the pants and shoes from Goku's lower half and through them into a pile a top the orange slip.
There he was. A bare and bloody Kakarott. Before him in a fading glory as brusies began to form over his beautiful, pale skin.
The boys palm met a wrinkled bar of soap as he lifted his arm.
He really would have to wash the corpse. He would have to scrub the blood from his flesh......even rid him of the very things that killed him.
Staring at the long, metal sticks pertrudign from his face and body, Trunks knew tonight he would shead tears again.


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MWAHAHAHA!!!! Sorry it took FOREVER, but school started and stuff.....so I was kinda busy......I know this was kinda a boring chapter but I promise it shall get better, just please keep reading!!!! And thank you to every single reviewer, I love you all *Gets all teary eyed* *sniffle* Yes......I love you........ ^___^