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Forward	By : beccapenguin Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2617 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball, Dragonball Z or Dragonball GT. This is purely a fanmade work, I make no money from this.

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A/N: Haven't given myself a chance to proofread this--I will edit it later. I apologoize ahead of time if there are any typos/mistakes.
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The taste of the fabric in between his teeth was bitter. Using his mouth and fist, Gohan tightened the sash around his waist. Using his one arm to balance himself, he rose to his feet.
Trunks kept his eyes locked to the ground as Gohan got ready. Several weeks of recovery later and he still couldn't face Gohan properly after what had happened. After all, what could he say? The young man was missing his arm because of him.
Every time Trunks looked at Gohan--down to the deep cut on the side of his face and the missing limb--the boy was bitterly reminded of his failure. Every time he looked at the permanent scars, the memories of that night returned, and even when he closed his eyes he could still clearly hear Gohan’s screams as his mother stitched the wounds.
It hurt to look at him, knowing that it was all his fault.
He felt shame and guilt for what had happened, and he wasn't quite sure if Gohan forgave him--he knew he certainly couldn't forgive himself for what happened.
He secretly wished that Gohan would yell at him so they could get it over with--but Gohan hadn't said a single word about it.
“I’m ready,” Gohan said standing. He looked at Trunks expectantly and the boy just nodded and turned around, waiting for Gohan to take the lead.
As Trunks turned, he let his gaze lower--staring at the ground, still feeling ashamed.
But when Gohan walked past him, Trunks felt a hand on his head--ruffling his hair.
It felt strange being back at Gohan's house after such a long absence.
Even after their talk, Chichi was still missing from the building. Trunks guessed that they still hadn't resolved everything. Even though the house didn't quite feel like home, everything in the house brought back memories, and Trunks began to feel attached to it.
However, thinking about it all made it that much more bitter. He had long memorized the shapes of the windows and the cracks in the wall, the placement of the furniture, the dents in the kitchen table. But there was more to it than that--it was remembering being a kid, running in the yard as Gohan chased him, down to remembering when they first made love on the hardwood floor.
Every crevice, every corner, every panel in that house had a story. And it all felt so cold.
Gohan didn't talk about the events concerning Super World, and Trunks didn't dare to bring it up either. Trunks wanted, more than anything, to apologize. Gohan had risked his well-being to save him, after all. Even so, he wasn't sure how to do it.
Trunks wasn't sure what Gohan was thinking, but the way he acted was odd. Gohan acted like nothing was wrong, that nothing had happened. He didn't mention his missing limb or the fight with the androids. He hadn't yelled at Trunks--in fact, there wasn't a single trace of resentment or pain in his eyes. It was almost like... nothing had happened.
Even more than that--it was like all of the arguments and fighting had just disappeared. He acted the same way he did when Trunks first started training with him.
It didn't ease Trunks' feelings at all.
They resumed their training like it was nothing. Trunks was worried that he would have gotten rusty, but training on his own had helped. After his fight with the androids, Trunks had lost most of his confidence in his abilities. However, it also drove him to be better. More than anything, he knew what the androids were capable of--and he wanted justice.
Training with Gohan was difficult--Trunks was constantly worried about Gohan’s health. He watched Gohan carefully, afraid that his wounds would reopen or that he would push himself too hard. Gohan was tough, tougher than anyone Trunks knew, but surely everyone had their limits?
There was a point in time where Trunks thought that Gohan was invincible. If the past few weeks taught him anything, it was that he was sorely wrong.
One day, the inevitable happened, and Trunks had to face his worst fears.
“Let’s spar.”
Trunks looked down--he had been afraid that this would come. When he looked at Gohan, the young man didn’t seem to sense a problem, and with a heavy sigh, Trunks readied himself.
Nothing else about Gohan had changed--not his strength, not his speed. The problem was that he was fighting with one hand--he was still a fierce opponent, but Trunks was reluctant to fight back.
There were a few openings that even Trunks would have managed to break through--but they were all on the left side, and even though this was practice, Trunks couldn’t bring himself mentally to do it. Gohan must have sensed something was holding Trunks back, because even in Trunks’ early days, the kid had never resorted to blocking so much.
“What’s wrong? Fight back!”
“I’m just waiting for an opening,” Trunk said. The lie felt like sand in his mouth. He was never one to resort to excuses.
There was the opening--and there, and there, and there.
Yet Trunks was always on the defensive.
“You’ll never beat the androids if you keep holding back!”
“I know that!”
But he wasn’t fighting the androids--he was fighting his friend, and his resolve was slipping. There was a swing of color before Trunks’ eyes, and just as he braced himself for impact, Gohan withdrew his punch.
Gohan backed away and Trunks lowered his stance. Trunks saw the concern in Gohan’s face, and didn’t dare to look him in the eye. Trunks felt defeated--in more ways than one.
“Am I pushing you too hard?”
“Its not that--”
“Then what is it?”
There was an edge to Gohan’s voice. Trunks was getting used to hearing that voice, but it didn’t hurt any less. Trunks was too afraid to explain himself, and he wished that Gohan would drop the subject, but he knew he wouldn’t.
“I know what’s wrong--you’re worried about me. I’m not going to back down from the androids,” Gohan said. “I’m going to give it everything it takes.”
Everything. What had he given them that wasn’t enough? Trunks wondered what more there could be than the lives of friends and family. He wondered how many broken bones it would take, how many scars, how many limbs. He wondered how far it would go--would it take their lives? Would it be worth it? The idea made him sick.
There was a point in time where Trunks believed that he would lay his life down in an instant to defeat the androids. Now, he realized that his life wasn’t enough. Nothing was ever enough
“You don’t owe them anything,” Trunks spoke up. A mix of anger and sadness welled up inside of him. Gohan looked at him, surprised. “All of these people that you’re trying to save--you don’t owe them anything.”
“Neither do you--but you still wanted me to train you. That day, when you saw the attack on Pepper Town, you told me that you wanted me to train you--”
“I can’t have you die--not for them, not for me!” Trunks interrupted, and he was surprised by the volume in his own voice. His chest was beginning to ache--the memories flooding back all at once. The guilt, the shame, the anger. Trunks shook his head to himself, trying to settle down. “I can never repay you for what you’ve done for me--and really, I just wish you hadn’t. My life wasn’t worth it--”
“Don’t say that.”
“Its true,” Trunks snapped. “I can’t fight them like you can.”
“Trunks, that’s not why I saved your life,” Gohan said, frowning. When I saw you laying there, I didn’t care about the androids. I didn’t do it because of them, or because of anyone else, I did it because it was the right thing to do. I did it because you’re one of the most important people to me, and my life isn’t worth anything if you died.”
Trunks’ mind fumbled as he tried to figure out what he wanted to say. Gohan’s words seemed to stab right into his chest--he had believed for so long that Gohan hated him for what happened.
"I'm sorry, I just--"Trunks stopped himself midsentence. His throat began to burn as the words jumbled up, threatening to burst. Suddenly he became aware of his burning eyes and the twisting, squeeze in his chest.
Not now, he thought, embarrassed. He tried to collect himself, but it was too late, and he found himself suddenly sobbing.
He tried to stop himself, but all of the pain and grief just seemed to spill forth all at once--rapidly, unstopping, like a landslide. More than just embarrassing, it hurt to cry. It physically stung his eyes, and the choking sobs seemed to clench his throat.
An arm quickly wrapped around his shoulders, pulling him in.
Despite his grief, Trunks froze momentarily, his eyes widening in shock as he was pressed against Gohan's warm body. Gohan's single arm wrapped against Trunks tightly, the hand gripping his shirt--clenched so tight that the knuckles were white. And once the shock had settled in, the tears burst out again, and Trunks sobbed into his mentor's shirt.
"I'm so sorry," Trunks cried. "Please forgive me."
"It's okay," the voice responded. Calm. Composed. "I never blamed you. Not once."
"But why?" Trunks said, shrugging his way out of Gohan's grasp. He stopped and looked at his mentor, his blue eyes still misty. "It's all my fault."
Gohan looked at him, unable to convey his feelings. Even if he told Trunks that it wasn't his fault, the boy would never accept his answer. For Gohan, the truth was simple--it would always be the androids' fault. Even so, he knew Trunks wouldn't be able to pin the blame on anyone but himself.
Gohan knew this because he struggled with those same feelings everyday.
Krillin. Piccolo. Yamcha. Tienshinhan. Chiaotzu. Vegeta.
He blamed himself every day for their deaths, and every moment the androids spent roaming meant that he was failing them more and more. It drove him to the point of madness--every moment was spent training, fighting, chasing after those damned machines. When he wasn't fighting tooth and claw, he was crawling to survive, determined to defeat them even though he had no real desire to live.
He often wondered why he survived. What made him better than all of those legendary warriors? Those people that he looked up to? Why was he the only one left?
He hated it. He hated the androids. He hated himself.
But Trunks--the boy was a different matter. Gohan didn't care much about anything, but he did care deeply for Trunks. He wanted him to grow up normally. He wanted him to live without guilt or shame or fear. He wanted Trunks to be able to look forward and wonder about the future without doubt or apprehension.
"Trunks, you're the most important person to me. Don't forget that," he said, his voice serious. "It doesn't matter how it happened. I could never blame you."
Trunks was unable to believe him, even when Gohan looked at him with sincere eyes. Gohan sensed this and came to him, wiping the tears from his face. Without even thinking about it, Trunks wrapped his arms around Gohan's middle, and Gohan accepted the hug, reaching up to hold Trunks' head closer to this chest.
Finally, after the tears had ceased, Gohan peeled Trunks off of him and leaned down, kissing him deeply. It wasn't until they pulled away that Trunks realized how much he had missed kissing Gohan.
“Don’t worry about it. Okay?” Gohan said. Trunks shook his head to himself.
“Even if you say that, I can’t just--”
“Just promise me that you’ll try.”
Trunks reluctantly nodded.
They returned home without saying much--but somehow, Trunks felt closer to Gohan. Even though he was determined to not mention to Gohan his feelings, and even though he was still riddled with guilt, he also felt... relieved. He had finally apologized. More than that, Gohan forgave him.
Along with that, Trunks was beginning to discover something else. The teen still didn't understand Gohan's feelings, but he finally understood his own.
Later, when Gohan was heading off to sleep, Trunks saw him heading in the direction of his parents' bedroom. Filled with the need of not wanting to be away from him any longer than he already had in the past few weeks, he quickly stopped him.
"Wait," Trunks said, grabbing Gohan’s hand. Gohan turned to look at him, and Trunks felt his face burn as he asked, "Could you stay with me tonight?"
Even though he wasn't sure of the boy's reasoning, Gohan nodded in agreement.
It felt almost strange to be back in his old room. Since Trunks had been staying with him, he had been staying in his parents’ room. His bed managed to fit them both, though just barely. They laid next to each other closely--though they wouldn’t have had the choice to sleep any other way.
There were no games behind Trunks’ request. He simply just wanted to stay in Gohan’s presence. It felt like it had been so long since they had some peace and quiet together--and though the boy knew that it would only be temporary, he wanted to savor it. Gohan didn’t question him, mostly because he felt the same way.
When the night came to a close, and Trunks felt like he was beginning to drift off, he suddenly pulled the covers over his head, burying himself into the blankets and disappearing. Gohan blinked in surprise. He tentatively picked up the blanket and poked his head into the space.
"Are you hiding?"
"No," Trunks said, looking up, seeming equally surprised by Gohan's question. "This is how I sleep."
Gohan had never noticed. Then again, he had never watched Trunks sleep before--aside from when he was unconscious and that time he had laid the boy to sleep. No matter the events, they always ended up in separate rooms.
Ultimately Gohan decided to join him, pulling the covers over both of them. The space was stuffy and hot.
"How do you sleep like this?" Gohan asked.
"Its quieter," Trunks said, shrugging.
Gohan watched Trunks wordlessly, pondering over the boy's words. Quieter. Being from the city, where people were always moving, or when sirens alerted news of androids, the boy probably had never known true peace.
"It is quiet out here," Gohan said.
"It is," Trunks agreed softly, closing his eyes.
Their breaths mingled in the small space. An impulse overtook Gohan, and he reached out with his remaining hand, softly brushing the lavender bangs out of Trunks’ face.
The younger demi flushed slightly at the touch, and his breath hitched for just a moment, but he stayed quiet as Gohan tucked the hair behind his ear.
Nothing could really describe how being in that place, in the middle of nowhere underneath those covers, felt. When Trunks was with Gohan, he felt safety. He felt peace. He felt joy. If Trunks could spend his entire life there, nestled in that small space with Gohan, the outside world shut away, he would die happy.
"That feels nice," Trunks whispered. His gentle voice sent tingles up Gohan's spine, and the young man bristled and held his breath, but continued to stroke the boy's hair. Trunks shut his eyes, enjoying the way Gohan's hand--large and rough, but stroking oh so gently--touched his hair.
This, along with the additional warmth of a body next to his, easily lulled the boy to sleep. Gohan fell asleep shortly afterwards, his fingertips still resting on Trunks' face.
Trunks awoke just an hour later, in pitch darkness. He pulled the covers off of his head. The room was still dark. He rubbed his eyes and turned over, gazing at the shadow coming from the window.
Trunks sat up, getting a good look at Gohan, who sat at the edge of the bed lined up with the window--the moonlight illuminating his figure. Trunks sucked in a breath, thoroughly entranced by the beautiful, shirtless body that was bathed in light.
Gohan heard the blankets rustle and turned his head, looking at Trunks. He smiled, noticing that Trunks' hair was splayed out in multiple directions from sleeping under the covers.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you. It was getting too hot under there."
"It's okay," Trunks said. He wrapped the blanket around him and inched closer to Gohan to see what he was looking at.
"It looks nice, doesn't it?" Gohan asked, looking out the window. Trunks sat up properly, getting a glimpse of the view. Trunks was always in awe of how brightly the stars shined from Gohan's house. Unlike West City, there was no pollution or lights that could dim the sky.
"Do you ever get used to it?" Trunks asked. Even after all the time he spent at Gohan's house, he still occasionally found himself staring at the sky. Gohan shook his head.
"Sometimes I think I do--but then, just as I start to stop thinking about it, it captures my attention once again. It reminds me a lot of my childhood."
"It does?" Trunks said, looking. Gohan smiled and nodded.
"When I was training as a boy, I was all alone in the wilderness. I used to cry and wish to go home. I'd watch the stars, and they comforted me as I went to sleep, and I'd dream about them. It felt peaceful."
Trunks smiled softly, honored that Gohan had shared a piece of his past with him.
Suddenly, Trunks caught something in his peripherals.
"What's that?" Trunks asked, widening his eyes. There was a sudden flash across the sky.
"You've never seen a shooting star?" Gohan said, surprised. Growing up in the countryside, he saw them all the time. Trunks shook his head. "You have to make a wish now."
"What?"
"When you see a shooting star, you have to make a wish."
"Sounds like some old superstition." Trunks’ expression seemed to sour a bit.
"It sort of is," Gohan said, laughing. "But hey, you never know. The dragonballs had stars on them."
Trunks had a million things that he could've wished for--the androids to be gone. To finally meet his father. But at that moment, he felt so content to be there, looking at the night sky with Gohan, that he wished it would never end--even knowing that tomorrow was waiting on the horizon.
After they stayed up and talked for awhile, they finally laid back down for bed again. Trunks stayed in bed with Gohan, and instead of hiding his face underneath the covers, he rested his head on his mentor’s chest--listening to his heart beat, his mind drifting away as the chest rose up and down.
"Gohan?" Trunks said tentatively. His mouth felt dry.
"Something wrong?" Gohan asked. He could sense Trunks nerves. Trunks' heart was beating quickly.
Trunks swallowed. "I love you."
Gohan chuckled, his chest shaking as he did so. Trunks looked up and scowled, ignoring the red blush on his face.
“What’s so funny?” he demanded.
At first there was no response--and for a moment, Trunks had feared he had said the wrong thing. But then Gohan tilted Trunks’ head and kissed him.
It had already said everything--but Gohan added for extra measure, "I love you too."
Even though Gohan had teased him, Trunks’ heart still soared. He readjusted himself--leaning over Gohan's body, and kissing the dark-haired demi again. Gohan seemed surprised but raised his arm, his long fingers lacing through Trunks' hair as he deepened the kiss.
A low groan escaped Gohan's lips, the sound muffled by their kiss. The mood in the room changed in an instant, and soon the kisses were more heated--sucking, biting--and hands were roaming. Trunks aligned his body with Gohan’s, relishing the friction of their erections pressing together--separated only by two thin layers of fabric.
The clothes came off soon after. Before Trunks could reach for Gohan, the older demi-Saiyan had him pushed against the mattress.
Gohan sat up fully. The room was dark but Trunks could still make out his form--the contours of his hardened muscles, the faint outlines of his earned scars. Even when his gaze travelled past the missing limb, he still couldn't think of anything more perfect and gorgeous than Gohan.
Gohan's hand roamed up Trunks' body--from his knee up to his thigh to between his legs--and the boy shivered at the touch. Gohan's teasing hand ran over Trunks' groin--emitting a groan--and further up to his chest.
Trunks could hardly stand it--Gohan barely touched him and he was already aroused. Gohan's fingers ran over his nipple, and Trunks cried out at the touch. The boy reached for his own cock, beginning to stroke it.
Gohan kneeled over him, kissing him deeply. Between the taste of Gohan's kiss and the ministrations of his own hand, Trunks felt like he was in heaven. When Gohan broke the kiss, Trunks groaned at the loss.
Gohan spat into his hand and inserted a digit into Trunks. Trunks winced at the feeling, but the pleasure he was giving himself was enough to where the insertion didn't hurt.
Trunks felt totally exposed underneath Gohan's gaze. A couple months ago, Trunks would have never imagined himself naked, penetrated, and masturbating in front of his mentor's gaze--and while the thought normally would have made him shy, he didn't mind it at all. He wanted it--and he wanted Gohan, entirely.
Trunks felt the euphoria rise when Gohan inserted two fingers and pressed against his pleasure spot. He practically withered underneath Gohan's touch. Trunks noticed the older's erection and reached for for it, but the young man interrupted him.
“I just want to watch you.”
Trunks couldn’t argue with him--he was in so much pleasure that he wasn’t sure if he wanted to concentrate on anything else.
Gohan removed his hand and knelt down. Trunks gasped as Gohan took him inside of his mouth, and groaned more when the older demi-Saiyan took his entire length into his mouth.
Trunks was shuddering even before Gohan moved--the wet heat alone was enough to drive him crazy. Gohan worked him over skillfully, sucking just right, and moving at the perfect pace.
Trunks could feel his climax approaching. Not wanting to finish just yet, he pulled Gohan off of him. Gohan seemed a bit confused until Trunks pressed on his chest, laying him on his back.
“I’m kind of tired,” Gohan interjected. Trunks climbed over him, adjusting his body so he was aligned with Gohan’s.
“I can do it,” he insisted.
He sunk himself onto Gohan’s cock, eliciting a moan from both of them. Trunks paused for a moment, shuddering from the feeling of being filled while he was so close to climax. He struggled slightly to sit up fully, his hands on Gohan's chest for support.
The new position allowed for Gohan to push into him further--and Trunks could tell by Gohan's expression that it felt good on both sides.
Even though Trunks was controlling the position and the pace, he was so close to release that he didn’t feel like he was in control at all. He felt like he was drowning in ecstasy, and every moan and gasp was genuine.
Just a few thrusts, an occasional squeak from the mattress, and Trunks found himself being moved. Gohan wrapped his arm around Trunks, holding him close as he repositioned them. Trunks felt himself sink into the soft pillows and blankets as he was flipped around.
“I thought you were tired?” Trunks challenged. Gohan just sort of smirked in return.
“Its hard to sleep when you’re being so noisy.”
The heat in Trunks’ face rose at Gohan’s comment. The teen held on tightly as Gohan thrusted deeply into him, his fingernails pressing into Gohan's back, both emitting a unanimous chorus of moans. Gohan left a trail of kisses from Trunks' shoulder up to his neck, his lips humming against Trunks' skin as he groaned. The new position felt a lot better, and Gohan found himself moving with new earnest.
Trunks cried out at the increase of pace, pleasure ravaging at his body. Gohan nipped at Trunks’ skin--first at his neck, leaving marks on his skin, then he moved to his chest. Trunks arched his back at the feeling of Gohan’s mouth on his nipple.
Trunks couldn’t remember the last time he had been so hard. He wasn’t even sure if he had ever experienced such passion before. In the midst of it, however, he suddenly felt something wet in the corner of his eye. He didn't truly notice it until Gohan reached and caught the tear on his finger.
"Are you crying again?" Gohan asked softly. Trunks wasn't sure what to say--because he wasn't sure what was happening himself. Was he sad? Or was he crying tears of joy? Of pleasure? Trunks wasn't sure and he couldn't answer.
The boy wrapped his arms around Gohan's middle, holding him tightly as the elder Saiyan repositioned himself so they could be closer. Trunks wasn’t sure how he felt, but he did know that he didn’t want to stop.
The boy grunted as the new position allowed for deeper, harder thrusts. Gohan’s body felt hot against his, and Trunks could feel the sweat on his skin.
Trunks' erection pressed against Gohan's abdomen, and Trunks groaned--desperately wanting to touch himself. As if he had read his mind, Gohan repositioned himself so he was on his knees, pulling Trunks’ leg up over his shoulder.
“Touch yourself.”
The new position gave Trunks access to his cock. The position was entirely exposing but also exciting. Trunks began to stroke his erection while Gohan fucked him. The pleasure increased rapidly and Trunks could feel his climax approaching.
His opposite hand twisted at the covers as he came. Trunks groaned as he came, ejaculating over his hand and stomach. By the time he was finished, he was panting, but Gohan continued to move--prolonging his orgasm.
“I’m almost there,” Gohan breathed.
Moments later, with a shudder, he climaxed deep inside. Gohan caught himself before he could collapse on top of Trunks. Both of them were trying to catch their breaths.
Trunks looked up at Gohan, brushing a stray strand of hair away from his face and kissing him lightly on the lips. Gohan pulled out and laid next to Trunks.
Neither of them said anything. Gohan suddenly reached for Trunks' hand. He didn't do anything special, he just held it and closed his eyes, appearing to finally fall asleep.
As Gohan took Trunks’ hand in his, Trunks suddenly flashbacked. He remembered himself, as just a boy, constantly running up to hold Gohan’s hands. You were always following him around, his mother’s voice said in his head, her laugh fading. Looking back on it, she was right.
Back then his hand had felt so small in comparison.
But in that moment, it finally seemed to fit just right.
If he had the option, Trunks would have buried him in the countryside near his home--but the little house was too far away from the city, and so he buried Gohan's body near the mountains surrounding Pepper Town.
Most of the landscape had been destroyed, and the grass was patchy and sparse--surrounded by dead plants and dirt. However, the sky was clear and the mountains were tall, and so Trunks figured that there could have been worse places.
He visited the grave for the first time since burying him a few days ago. This time, Bulma joined him. Trunks had already told her the news immediately after it happened, but when she saw the grave, she gasped and her voice broke.
"Oh, Gohan," she said, covering her mouth as she tried to contain her grief. She closed her eyes, a tear squeezing out and rolling down her cheeks. "I'm sorry it ended this way. You deserved so much better."
Trunks stared at the grave, a blank look in his eyes. He had already shed his tears--the pain inside of him had carved too deep to trigger any more. Instead, it burrowed deep inside of him, wringing at his chest and stomach, bringing a feeling of nausea and hurt.
Most of all, even greater than grief, Trunks felt guilt. Gohan gave him his arm. Then he gave the world his life.
Trunks wished he hadn’t.
The two stood in silence for a few moments. Bulma clenched her eyes shut as she held back any further tears. Suddenly, while Trunks brewed in his feelings of guilt and regret, a hand suddenly brushed through his hair. Trunks looked up at his mother, who smiled at him, even though her eyes were puffy and red.
Trunks diverted eye contact, unable to face his mother with the shame of what he had let happen.
“It’s all my fault.”
“Oh, honey,” Bulma protested. She bent her knees so she could look Trunks in the eyes, but the boy looked away. “Hey, look at me,” she said firmly. She held her son by his shoulders but he still would not make eye contact. “Listen to me, young man. It is not your fault. Those androids--they’re terrible. They don’t care who they hurt. It just happened to be bad timing.”
“Its because I wasn’t strong enough,” Trunks said, shrugging off his mother’s hands. “If I had been stronger--”
“Trunks!” Bulma scolded. Trunks knew that there was no way of getting his mother to understand his feelings, and so he sighed.
"I just wish I could go back and do it all over again," Trunks said.
Silence.
Trunks looked up at his mother, whose mouth was firmly closed. A mysterious look clouded her eyes.
"I know," she finally said. Trunks looked at her curiously. She pulled him into her arms--by far the tightest hug he had received in awhile. "I feel the exact same way."

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A/N: That's the final chapter. The epilogue is complete and should be posed within a week. I'd post it now but I need to give myself some time to writer the alternate ending.

A big thank you to everyone who stuck with me thusfar.
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