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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: Here's the epilogue, its a short one.
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He was just barely brought to consciousness by the shaking ground.
   His long hair brushed past his face. When he opened his eyes, he saw the pebbles jumping off the ground and felt the earth rumbling beneath him. Though his heart beat loudly in his chest, though he could barely stand the pain, Trunks struggled to move.
   After all he had done, it wasn’t enough to save Goku.
   After all he had done, he still wasn’t strong enough to defeat Earth’s greatest threat.
   He gazed off into the distance, his eyes locking onto a single figure. His vision began to blur--the figure becoming distorted, the features becoming incomprehensible before he had a chance to recognize who it was. Trunks’ memories began to mix together. In the mess of it all, a single thought came to his head:
   Gohan.
   His senses began to fade. His head frantically tried to piece together exactly who the figure was--was it the Gohan of this world, or was it him?
   He coughed so hard he nearly choked. He recognized the warm fluid in his mouth only after he saw it fall onto the floor beneath him. Dark red. Blood.
   Everything went bright for a second. Then finally, everything stopped entirely.
   “You’re back.”
   Trunks opened his eyes and quickly sat up. He grabbed at his chest, his final memories before his death returning to him. He looked around, recognizing several of the people around him--quite a few them being just as dazed and confused as he was.
   His eyes locked onto the person who stood before him.
   “Where’s Cell?” Trunks asked.
   “Dead,” Gohan responded. “And you were too. We used the dragonballs to bring everyone back.”
   Trunks nodded in understanding, beginning to piece everything together. He looked at the group of people around him, noticing a missing figure.
   “What about Goku?”
   Gohan closed his eyes briefly before finally saying, “He didn’t want to come back. He said he caused too much trouble, and that the world would be safer if he stayed in the Other World.”
   Trunks looked at Gohan long and hard. The memories of the battle returned to him. At the end, Gohan was the only one who was on par with Cell. The images of the teen’s golden hair and his ki--so powerful that it crackled and sparked like lightning, ascending the level of Super Saiyan--returned to him.
   “How did you defeat him?”
   “The Kamehameha wave. Dad was there with me, encouraging me.”
   Encouraging me. Trunks smiled to himself knowingly.
   No, Gohan. You defeated Cell.
   He returned home with a deep scar on his chest and a long tale for his mother. Bulma smiled the entire time, memories of her old comrades returning to her, and even teared up when Trunks told her how Vegeta had tried to avenge his death.
   When the story finally came down to the final moments, Trunks recounted his conversation with Gohan before he left, and shared it with his mother.
   “I was a bit worried about Gohan when I left,” Trunks commented.
   “Yeah? Why is that?” Bulma asked curiously.
   “He was upset about Goku not coming back.”
   “Did you say anything to comfort him?” Bulma asked, leaning back in her chair. Trunks shrugged.
"I just told him that Goku sacrificed himself because he knew that his son would be able to save the universe. And he was right," Trunks said.
Bulma smiled, a wise look in her eyes. "Goku could be really ditsy, but I guess he had a great eye for potential. Like father, like son."
"I'm not sure what you mean by that," Trunks said, diverting his eyes, to which Bulma scoffed.
"Oh, c'mon, you know exactly what I mean. Gohan sacrificed himself because he knew that you could save the universe. He knew that," she said. When her son didn't respond, she sighed heavily and crossed her arms. "Please--don't you think it's time that you quit blaming yourself?"
"No," Trunks said, shaking his head. He felt his hands clench. "Not until I make things right again."
The thought brought Trunks to his feet. His words reminded him--he still had an important piece of business that he had to carry out.
When he found them, they were blasting an arcade apart. They didn't seem to have aged at all--and they were still as ruthless as ever. Android 17 was in the process of threatening a civilian's life by the time Trunks arrived.
Trunks landed in front of them as a Super Saiyan, and for the first time, he felt unafraid.
"That's enough," he told them. "This ends now."
"Oh, you're still around?" 17 said, standing up fully. Even though Trunks had captured the android's attention, the civilian still shivered in fear.
"So after disappearing, you've finally decided to show up," Android 18 said. It appeared that she was the one with the bad mood for once. She raised her arm, ready to fire at Trunks. She asked her brother, while keeping her gaze locked on Trunks, "Mind if I kill him for good? I'm not in the mood to play around with him any longer."
"Go ahead. I think it'll be fun," 17 said, smirking.
18 smiled in return.
She fired off a blast. Trunks knew that she hadn't held anything back--which made the experience all the better. Trunks easily blocked the attack and swooped in, blasting her at point blank. She was torn into pieces before she even realized what was happening.
The shock was evident in 17's face, and until that moment, Trunks wasn't even sure that 17 had any other expressions outside of arrogance.
"I don't believe it. How could you have destroyed her so easily?" 17 asked, shocked.
"That was for my friends you killed," Trunks said, preparing for his next assault. "The next one will be for Gohan."
17 gritted his teeth. The two charged at one another, but Trunks was much faster. He swung a kick, knocking him backwards. Before the android could recover, Trunks threw a ki blast at him, destroying him once and for all.
Trunks let his Saiyan form drop, his blonde hair fading back to purple. The androids were finally destroyed--but there was still no time to celebrate.
"Just one more thing," Trunks said to himself.
Three years passed. Trunks planned to return to the past timeline and inform Earth of the androids' defeat. It wasn't long before his last task came to him.
"Quit hiding. I know you're there."
Out of the corner came Cell, clearly surprised that Trunks had noticed his presence.
"Your plan won't work. I already destroyed 17 and 18. West City has been working hard to rebuild itself, so let's take this fight somewhere else."
Trunks chased after Cell, driving him out of the city and into the wilderness. Cell's ultimate form may have been stronger than him, but in his current stage, he was nothing. Once they had left West City, Trunks knew nothing could hold him back--and he was confident that the battle would be over quickly.
"I won't let you go into the past!" Trunks exclaimed, transforming into a Super Saiyan. Cell tried to swing at Trunks with his long tail, but Trunks grabbed him and tossed him into the air.
"Let's see how you like my technique!" Cell fought back, preparing an aerial blast. However, his eyes widened when he realized Trunks was already preparing an attack of his own.
Both arms in the air, Trunks blasted Cell with everything he had. The monster was caught in the explosion, disintegrating into nothing. Once Trunks was sure Cell was gone, he finally relaxed. His mission was over.
"Thank you, Goku. Everyone."
For the first time in a long time, Trunks felt himself smile--genuinely smile. It was finally over.

   The mountains had been left alone for quite some time. The grass had returned to life, filling in all of the old dirt patches, and the whole land was a healthy shade of green. He hadn’t been to this area since he had last visited it with his mom years ago--he had been too ashamed. Only now did he feel suited to return, considering the circumstances.
   Trunks didn’t have anything to bring with him. Flowers just didn’t feel right, and there was nothing a letter could say that he couldn’t just say himself. He could’ve left a momento--no one came to this part of the wilderness and no one would take it, but Trunks just didn’t have any ideas of what to carry, so he settled for just himself.
   He remembered perfectly where Gohan’s grave was placed, even though the marker was hidden in the tall grass and sullied with dust. He brushed it off the best he could, but Gohan’s name was faded and dirt was deeply set into the etching, so eventually Trunks gave up. He stayed there for a moment, crouched next to the marker, his fingers lingering on the stone.
   “It finally happened,” Trunks began. He knew that he was essentially talking to a rock, but something about the gravesite made him feel like he was right at home. “The androids are gone.”
   He wanted to say, I wish you were here to see it, but even though there was no one around to hear it, it still felt uncomfortable to say. Even after six years, it was still too painful.
   “You won’t believe how excited everyone is--I’ve never seen so many people, so happy before. Everyone came out of their hiding places--they flooded the streets. I had people running up to me, with smiles on their faces. They were yelling, ‘You did it! You did it!’” Trunks smiled at the memory, but eventually it faded. “But it wasn’t me.”
   The blades of grass swayed along the gentle breeze, brushing up against the gravemarker, tickling Trunks’ hand with it. Trunks removed his hand but did not get up.
   “In the end, it was you, Gohan. You saved the world, not me.” Trunks stayed still for a long while, his eyes set on Gohan’s grave--but he wasn’t really looking at it, he was too deep in thought. Finally, he closed his eyes and sighed. “But I haven’t given up yet. You believed that I would save this world--and I will. Mom picked up her blueprints again and is giving the spaceship prototype another try. I’m going to travel to New Namek, and resurrect Piccolo, the Z-Fighters, you--everyone. I want to give back the lives of all those people that were killed by the androids.”
   Even his own resolution seemed heavy on him--the task seeming impossible still as the words came out of his mouth. Trunks looked toward the sky and again, he found himself smiling. He seemed to be doing a lot of that lately.
   “You believe in me, don’t you?”

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A/N: That's it, that's the end! Thanks everyone for your support. The alternate ending will be posted as a chapter. I only have one more scene left to write, so it should be up within a few days! Thanks so much!
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