Warning:if the mentionning of anything mildly sexual shocks you, don't read this. author hieichan
The next day in school , the girl of his dreams was standing right before him, he’d known Lalania for years now and as far as he could remember, he’d been in love with her , nothing to do with those other flirts, this was love, she was, by extension, the only girl he couldn’t dare ask out, with her clear green eyes and light blond hair she hypnotised him, and she seemed to know his father...and sayajins in general, weird.
-Hi Trunks, ooohh, are you still upset about what happened?
The last incident had happened 4 months before, Trunks was now 14 and had gone through several similar episodes, his father saw no end to it, it was not a friendly time for both of them.
-No, I’m getting used to it...
-Humm, well see you in class
She wincked him goodbye
-...lovely sorceress...
-Blablablabla, the course is now finished class, you may leave, oh, Trunks, Lalania, you have to clean the gym showers , it’s both your turns..
And there he was, down to his draws with the girl he loved while she was wearing......her bathing suit!!
-Say, how about we have a little fun before we clean up, what do you say?
And there they were indeed, both with very little clothing, soon to be none and a school all to themselves , well they had fun, as a matter of speaking, only this time, Trunks crossed his final border, because he loved her, because he wanted her, because she wanted him, she definitly was the girl of his life......little did they know some nasty kid, namely Roland, was on the roof spying through a higher window, watching...TAPING?!
Yes, taping, having his revenge, Vegita’s fury facing his son’s sexual life, which he willed not to be, was known to all, and Roland had found the final worst thing he could do to his ennemy, he liked Lalania though, bah, he was good with computers, he’d alter the image, to conciele her identity.
By the end of the evening, something dropped in the capsule corp. letter box, before Trunks arrived .
-YOU!! NOW YOU’VE CROSSED THE BORDER ,HOW DARE YOU , IN YOUR OWN DAMN SCHOOL!!!!!!!!
Vegita slapped Trunks hard which brought the dreaded response, for you don’t know this but Trunks can stand being punched around without a tear but when he gets slapped, it takes such an emotional importance he just bursts into tears, and doesn’t stop until the person who slapped him and only this person comes and calms him down.
Trunks spent the next 2 days with Vegita.
-Vegita.
-What’s wrong with him? Vegita, what...
disclaimer:all dbz caracters belong to Akira Toriyama and all fictionnal ones to me
-Oh man!
-Well I hope you kids brought the proper clothing, you know how wet you get, don’t forget to close up and give the keys to the janitor before gleaving.
- Yes maaam
-It all depends what yo mean by fun...
-Do you like me?
-It all depends what you mean by like..(gulp)
- Well I know how I feel, say, do you...love....me? because I know I love you...
-You do? Well I ....honestly i’ve always had the hots for you...
-Really? So how about this game of ours?
-I’m there
Addressed to Vegita, he watched the tape and his eyes widened as he realized what or WHO exactly he was looking at, he culdn’t make out the girl, but....SMACH, that was the end of the tape recorder, just as Trunks arrived home.
-What, but how did you... ,he saw the half smached tape ,(ROLAND!)
no...wait...I...
-THAT IS IT, I’VE HAD IT WITH YOU, WHO’S THE GIRL?
-I...I WON’T TELL ,YOU, YOU’LL HURT HER, I LOVE HER...
So now we have a quiet moment, Trunks is looking blankly at his father and suddenly, there he goes, he runs to his room, crying his heart out and locks himself in. He reaches for his study, still crying and pulls out a framed picture with him and his father when he was nine in his green gi just after the Boo battle, his father was looking at him with pride...
-(sniff)...Why didn’t it stay like that, why don’t you love me anymore daddy....<
Trunks stayed locked in for 2 days before Vegita finally decided to brake in, Trunks was sitting there, with something bundled in his arms, crying.
-What’s that?
-Nothing
-Come on, show me
-NO!!
-Vegita tried to pry it from his fingers, but finally the object went flying and landed on the floor, glass braking
Vegita picked it up
-Trunks...?
-I wish we were still like that. I wish ...I WISH YOU STILL LOVED ME!
-Trunks...how could you think I don’t love you, true, we don’t get along that well, but I still love you!!
-Why do you keep on hitting me, on yelling
-I..I’m protecting you, come on, please stop crying, I didn’t mean to slap you, I got carried away...
After that week , in school, Trunks had just arrived and was looking for his beloved, strange, he couldn’t find her, in class :
-Class, I regret having to tell you your friend Lalania has had to leave the country, you will not be seeing her again.
-......................Trunks’world crumbled down, he couldn’t believe it, she had left him, no warning, no goodbye? What about the week before, was it all a game? had he been used, he loved her!!!! His heart was sinking, trunks flew off at high speed, once again crying.
-Hum
-The school just called, Trunks just blast off some time ago, they can’t find him
-ffffff, what is it now?
He followed the ki and found him in the roof of one of his mother’s wharehouses
-Trunks?What’s wrong with you boy?
-.................
He flew up to him
-Hey, what’s up?what are you crying about?
Trunks looked straight up at him, his eyes, his irises were....Red!?
-What the......, what happened to you?
Trunks wouldn’t respond, Vegita noticed red lines of blood down his boy’s shirt
-Are you hurt, show me
He pushed him away, still not saying a word
Then Vegita saw it, the blood came from his eyes, from his tears, he was crying blood, and he knew what it meant
-No, please don’t tell me he caught Red Hate, Trunks, speak to me please!
The boy stayed mute
-No, please not that, anything but that...
Vegita started praying, hoping as he took the seemingly lifeless boy home, Trunks was now like a puppet, he just wept.
-Let me explain, if this is what I think, this is bad.
-What is it?
-Red Hate, it’s a sayajin sickness, it’s psychological, like a bloquage.
-What caused it?
-If only I knew, I could maybe cure him.
-Won’t he tell us?
-Let me explain to you the concept of Red Hate
I caught it when I was about 10, just before my planet’s destruction, Red Hate comes from a feeling of betrayal or sudden hate towards someone important
In his mind, he has now 3 things:
. . . . . -The object of his hate which will give him crisises and make him cry and extremely violent
. . . . . -the link which is the only person he will talk to during the sickness and equally the only person capable of calming him during a crisis
. . . . . -the rest of the world which he no longer acknowledges contact with , or very little with no response
-You mean he’s not going to talk to us?
-no
-To nobody?
-To the link, and possibly one or two other special people, although it’s very unlikely
-But, how long will it last?
-Until his hate is cured by death, his own or the object of his hate, or by no longer hating, coming to terms with it
-But if we don’t know, it could be ...
-...months
-Papa
-Bra, go back to bed
-Why is onichan crying all red?
She goes to Trunks
-Why are you crying all red?
Trunks whispered in her ear
-Oh ok onichan
-He talked to you honey?
-Yes
-She’s the link....
end part 5
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