Well, before I start I want to tell you that from now on, Trunks’ life told my way will just be a series of events in his life, following each other , this story won’t have any real definite ending, although you can consider each one of these events/stories will, but I’m not going to seperate them by different titles so, read on if you want, or you can just stop at chapter 11 which can be considered as the end of the first long story. It’s all up to you readers.
hieichan
warning: this is a flash back, but I need it for later.
-Laurent, stop that immediately, put that baby back in his cribb, can’t you see he’s crying?
-Give me a break Marianne, who cares if the weener’s crying, not me.
Trunks, hearing the racket, has come closer, head down, silent but listening.
-Laurent, please, I know you’re angry, I know your parents are gone, but behaving this way isn’t going to solve anything.
-How would you know how I feel?
-Think about your brother, poor little Tomas, he’s only 11!
-Marianne, I told you to leave me alone. And you stop crying you brat!!
Trunks was getting angry, at the beginning of his sickness he was already prone to very bad temper, and hearing all the babies of the nursery crying because of all the shouting was getting to him. Despite his condition, his feelings were still there, and he hardly found more comfort in anything else but caring for these small , innocent beings. He could talk to them.
Laurent was shaking the baby around, yelling at it, and finally, out of rage, he slapped it.
Bad move.
-Oh my god, Laurent, don’t !!
Too late, Trunks was on him in a flash, eyes red, feeling murderous. He caught the baby in one arm, punched Laurent straight. The boy went flying and landed on the floor, one arm broken and a look of surprise and terror in his eyes, then he started crying in pain, but didn’t let go:
-What...has this ....got to do with you, you have your folks, you’re happy.
It was just that, Laurent and his brother had lost their parents in a plane crash and both brothers had decided to approach things differently. Having no other family but each other, the younger Tomas had closed in on himself, relying on his brother which he considered to be the last thing he had. Laurent on the other hand started to rebel himself, refusing to accept the loss, and taking full care of his brother, they both would scare people away, refusing to be adopted or seperated.
This, Marianne understood, but she also understood what Trunks had, Vegita had come to explain and ask if he could still carry on helping like before. As Marianne loved the boy dearly , she had been strongly hurt to hear his condition and Laurent’s remark felt intolerable to her.
-You don’t know what you’re saying Laurent, he just stopped you from doing something bad to help you. If you had hurt that baby, then what? You dare say he’s happy! You don’t know him! Does he look happy to you?
Laurent was stunned, he was looking at her as she had started crying, he had stopped and was just sitting there with some kids of his gang, not really understanding.
-This boy is sick you know Laurent, and he is trying to help you. A lot of people are trying to help you, but you all push us away. This boy could use some help too , but he doesn’t have any, because nobody knows how. You, we know, we try, and you stay stubburn, this boy, Trunks, he wants to help because he can’t be helped. What do you know of the sorrow he carries inside? He can’t speak to anyone, he can’t laugh or have fun. You can.
I know it hurts, but you have to try and go on with your life, keep them in your heart and move on. This situation is not healthy for you or for your brother. Did you think about that?
The babies were still crying, especially the one in Trunks’ arms. Trunks, apparently disregarding the following of the event just went to sit on a chair and started rocking with the infant, rubbing his red little cheek, talking to him so slowly and silently no else could hear. In a matter of seconds, the baby calmed down, and actually fell to sleep. He went to put him in his cribb, while the other babies had stopped crying when the noise dimmed down.
-I......I.....
Laurent just got up and left, not wanting to hear more. Marianne calmed down and went to sit, Trunks taking the baby in her arms and starting to feed it next to her.
-Trunks? I’m sorry, daijobu( are you ok)?
No response but she had a feeling it would be fine.
disclaimer: all dbz caracters belong to Akira Toriyama and all fictionnal ones to me