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Dragonball: Unforgotten
Chapter Eighty-nine

There were a million and one reasons for you to have a headache. For example, you could have had one due to the crying you’d done over your lost house. Or the fact that you were under a lot of stress over your entire future crumbling. It would have been reasonable to assume that your headache was a product of your pregnancy doing weird things to your body. Apparently though you were lucky on that front. If you didn’t know any better you could have sworn you weren’t pregnant because so far you hadn’t suffered any of the common side effects. Except maybe the fact that you were easily angered. Which, considering the fact that you had recently saved the world from Gohan and Broly’s destruction, was both a reason that you’d been angry and was the real reason you had a persistent headache.

And right after you’d delivered your line about choosing Earth over them, you’d transmitted yourself back to your former apartment. Just being there made you feel sick. As did the fact that you had to knock out one of the police officers they had stationed there. You kept your energy as low as possible as the sick feel in your stomach threatened to overwhelm you. Your head throbbed as you held back tears of absolute frustration and exhaustion. Just when you’d started to make a home for yourself and prepare for the future...it was ripped from your grasp.

About halfway through packing up everything that seemed important you just ended up curling up on your bed. At some point you let yourself give in to the pain of a your broken future. You lost your chance at any semblance of a normal future. You’d been arrested for prostitution. You had escaped custody. And eventually that police officer was going to wake up and report that they’d been assaulted while patrolling your apartment waiting for you to come back. Two of the three horrible things had been your fault. They were tied to what Chichi had done but they were still your fault.

You would be on the wanted list now. The whole fugitive state meant that you couldn’t take your test to get your diploma. You wouldn’t be able to get a job legally. You didn’t have anywhere to live. Or money to buy anything even if you had somewhere to live. No doubt the cops would be watching the bank account that you set up under your original name. You couldn’t use any of that money now.

You were homeless. You had no job. No proof of education. You were a fugitive. And the worst of it all was the fact that you weren’t the only one that had been damned. Because of everything that had happened, your unborn baby girl was screwed too.

You cried yourself to sleep as you clutched at the things you’d managed to pack before all that weight brought you back down.

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You felt helpless. Broken. Confused. The reality of your situation started to settle back into place when you started to wake up. You wanted nothing more than to go back to sleep and never wake back up. But fate wasn’t that kind.

“Are you awake yet?”

The voice was mildly familiar. But it was strange enough that your heart started to race in your chest from stranger danger. It didn’t slow down even when you realized who’d been talking. Trunks...the grown up version of him at least, was leaning forward in a chair with a very calculating look in his eyes.

“Good. You’re awake,” he said in an obvious sort of tone. “You haven’t lost the baby have you? Everyone was worried you were going to lose the baby since you didn’t wake up when I brought you home.”

Your heart started to race again as you frantically felt near your stomach, sitting up at the same time. Panic raced through your mind as you tried to figure out how you’d know if you were still pregnant or not. There was still a cushy area on your abdomen. You weren’t in any physical pain from the waist down. So you were hoping that meant that nothing bad happened.

“Was I bleeding?” You asked in a broken, pain filled voice.

He looked disturbed. “Bleeding? Why would you have been bleeding? Did someone try and hurt you or something?”

“When people lose babies, they’re supposed to bleed,” or so you assumed from what you understood of a human body and media representation.

“Oh. No. No bleeding,” Trunks said as he leaned back in his chair, stretching his arms back behind his head.

“Are you sure?”

“Well yeah. I carried you all the way from your apartment to my house. Duh.”

“...did you get my stuff?”

It was probably the least of your concerns. But at the very least you wanted a backpack of the most important things even if you were homeless. You didn’t want to leave everything for the landlord to throw into the garbage. Somehow that felt like it would made everything else worse.

“Gohan said he’d get everything for you. He went back to back up. Did you really get yourself kicked out of your home?”

Frustrated and angry tears started to warm up your eyes again. You swallowed thickly as you clenched your hands into the sheets and the blankets. You couldn’t bring yourself to even look at Trunks as you tried to force back the weakness gripping your heart.

“No. Gohan’s bitch of a mother got me thrown out.”

Trunks’ eyes widened at your tone and the fact that you said a bad word. “M-my mom said you can stay here instead.”

Bulma was the best. But that sick, nautilus feeling of fear gripped you fiercely. You couldn’t drag Bulma into all of the issues you’d bring with you. She was too good of a person. Nor did you want to be a parasite on her resources like Chichi was.

“After we get back from Namek, I’ll show you all the cool things in the house.”

Wait…

“...we? Trunks you’re not going.”

“Yes I am!” He said smugly.

“You’re a kid.”

“Do I look like a kid?”

...no. No he did not.

“Besides,” Trunks continued with confidence. “Gohan went to Namek when he was a kid. If he can do it, I can do it too!”

You did not have the energy to argue with him. At all.
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