Chapter 18: Love, Worlds Apart

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AN:Yeah... that last Author's Note didn't age well. After two years this story is finally getting an update. I could go into the usual... life got hectic or writer's block... but honestly it was that I felt a lot of pressure for this chapter. The outline was completed around the time of Chapter 17, since this was suppose to be the second half of that chapter, but as I tried writing this portion I continued to be dissatisfied with the result. A part of me is still feeling that way but I have come to the conclusion that I will never finish this chapter if I keep rewriting it over and over. I can't thank enough those of you that continued to DM me or write a review as it renewed my efforts to finish this chapter. I'd go a month or two without even touching the story and suddenly I'm made aware that I got a new review and I would suddenly be inspired to write once again. I honestly hope that this chapter was worth the long wait.

The young hero sat in silence. The hours had passed and almost everyone had already gone to sleep. He had already gone through all the nightly ritual with Pan, like making sure she brushed her teeth properly and sat next to her as he read her a bed time story. It brought a smile to him as Pan would always swear she would stay up to hear the whole thing, yet like most nights, she fell asleep before the halfway point. Her head would bob hitting his bicep as her eyes fluttered in her attempt to stay awake, but this was a battle she would not be winning.

As per usual, Gohan slowly and carefully would separate from her. He would brush the hair strands that fell on her angelic face and plant a small kiss on her forehead; after which, the young savior exited through the window and sat atop the dome residence.

West City never slept; at least that is what Gohan thought coming from a rural area. The cars zoomed aimlessly through the streets. Late as is was Gohan still heard the hustling and bustling of people throughout the metropolis. He missed the quietness of him home, yet the noise of the city gave it a life that couldn't be replicated in the wilderness. He watched from atop Capsule Corp. the bright city ahead.

His silent contemplation came to an end when he sensed a familiar Ki floating over to him. Gohan turned to acknowledge Trunks as he stopped to his side. The time traveler gave him a shy smile. "Hey Gohan … I thought I sensed you out here," he said as sat by the young Saiyan. "What are you doing out here?"

His line of sight returned to reflect the many lights the city had to offer. He released a deep breath before speaking, "Just taking a moment to myself. Between working for your mom and finding time to play with Pan, I hardly have a moment to just sit and recollect my thoughts."

Trunks' eyes widen while stumbling on his words, "I'm-m sorry, I didn't know you wanted to be left alone." He made a move to stand up before Trunks felt a hand on his shoulder.

"It's okay," Gohan smiled, "Stay…please. A nice chat can do wonders as well."

Reluctantly the time traveler sat down once again, but this time there was an air of awkwardness that only seems to be affecting the older Saiyan. The young world savior continued to enjoy the hum of the city, not realizing Trunks fidgeting off to his side.

Trunks opened his mouth to say something but his voice died before he could utter a single syllable. The process repeated itself a few times before Trunks settled for just looking out to the city around them.

Their silence was finally broken when Gohan spoke up, "So… you're leaving this weekend." While phrased like a question it sounded more like a statement; still Trunks nodded nevertheless.

"I …" Trunks sighed as he continued, "I have done everything I was supposed to do. So, I think it's time for me to return to my time. I'm sure my mother and aunt Chichi are probably worried sick that I haven't returned yet.

"Plus, the reconstruction of my world isn't going to happen on its own, so I hope to help expedite the process. You know Saiyan strength and all." Trunks pointed at his flexed bicep as he said this.

Gohan chuckled at the older Saiyan's antics.

"Speaking of aunt Chichi," Trunks' eyes shifted and he dared not meet his midnight companions' eyes. "I…," he started but the words wouldn't leave his lips. "I may be overstepping, but I was wondering what happened between you and Chichi? You see I've been meaning to ask but you're always so busy so… You- you don't have to respond if you don't want to. I'm sorry for asking so bluntly."

The shine in Gohan's eyes seemed to dull a bit. "Its fine," his barely audible response carried through the wind. With a sigh he continued, "I guess you could say it boils down to a difference in how we see the world."

"Difference in how we see the world?" Trunks repeated. "You ran out of your home so fast I half expected you sensed some new threat to the world."

The side of Gohan's lips slightly curved up before returning to a neutral line. "I needed to get out of that place before I did or say something I would forever regret. A part of me already regrets that I went there in the first place, but to be honest I knew it was something I had to do if I was to move forward with my life."

The time traveler listened carefully. He bit his tongue and waited to see if Gohan was going to say more or if that was the extent of an answer that he was going to get.

Gohan mulled his words before continuing, "My mom and I have different perspectives and priority in life. They are extremely different in fact that we can't even come to a compromise. She still sees me as the boy that was kidnapped when I was five, and has failed to realize that I have grown up. In her mind, she believes that all she has to do is snap her fingers and I will fall in line, but I can't anymore. I have responsibilities now, to the world as its protector, but more importantly to Pan. I can't shut myself in and give in to her demands for me to spend my days studying books I have long since memorized, just to indulge her fantasy that I step away from my life as a fighter forever. She sees very little merit in the life of a warrior that I have lived and believes that the only way to make an impact in the world will be through my academic career further down the line, but I've already made an impact. The fact that we are still alive should show her the importance of what I'm doing, but all she sees is that I'm throwing my life away." Gohan's nose wrinkled in displeasure as he finished his small tirade. His head shook back and forth as he recalled every time his mother verbalized her disapproval of his life choices.

The young savior continued, "I know she is not wrong when she says that there is a possibility that I could die, but I made peace with that deal, so long as the people that I care for are safe. HFIL I'm sure every one of us that stand between peace and this world's destruction has come to terms with that possibility! It's a risk we take!"

Trunks nodded as he exhaled. As he had said, it was a risk that he knew all too well and one that he didn't even question. The time traveler would do anything to protect his mother and the remains of his world. He would gladly lay down his life if it meant that his world would be safe, just like his Master had done.

Gohan buried his face into his hands in exasperation. He knew the volume of his voice was rising, and the last thing he wanted to do was wake his sleeping daughter, but it frustrated him that his mother was so blind to the world's reality. How easy it is for her to ignore the turmoil he undergoes every time he battles, yet immediately turns around and lashes out about how he is becoming a delinquent.

"I think Chichi does see merit in what we do," Trunks spoke up in defense of his adoptive aunt. "I think she does understand what you're doing and why you're doing it, but it doesn't stop her mother's instinct from wanting to protect you." Trunks lips curled up as he finished, "Believe me, my mother constantly reminded me that death was just around the corner if I kept fighting the androids and tried her best to keep me shielded when I was a child, but I knew what I had to do. Doesn't matter how old you get, our mothers will always worry and not always do they express their concern in the best way. It's just Chichi's belief is that if you're studying you'll be safe by not participating in these battles. It's a wrong belief but it's the best she can come up with, that would be my guess."

"Hmph," Gohan grunted, his elbows resting on his legs and his hands forming a cup where his head could rest. "It's not to say that her obsession with my academics hasn't come in handy," Gohan reluctantly agreed. "In fact, it's because of her pushing and prodding that I am able to work for your mother today, and I will be able to provide a decent income for my family."

'At least he has a point there,' Trunks mentally agreed. Plus if his future was any indicator, his Master and mother would often spend hours working on theoretical projects; each one adding their bit and pushing each other to greater heights. A small frown graced his feature as he remembered his mother working in her lab now; he could see how much his mother missed his Master, especially when she is stuck on a problem and needed someone to bounce off ideas. Trunks hoped things would be different here and silently wished this time's Gohan and mother all the luck.

While Trunks was musing, Gohan shifted in place. "You want to know what is the biggest problem that I have with my mother?" he asked, but before Trunks could respond Gohan was already speaking. "My biggest problem is that she is so focused on the future that she has lost all focus on what is happening right in front of her. For example a year ago, while we were transporting my father remember, we didn't even know if my father was going to survive or what other heinous atrocity the androids were about to commit, yet she was more invested that I use that time to study. We were literally running from the androids and in the moment where we should've focused all of our attention on my father or the androids, she wanted me to pick up my books and start reading."

Again, coming to his aunt defense, Trunks responded, "I don't think it was that she was so focus on your studies as she was trying to distract you. Goku was in a lot of pain and I think she was trying to find anything to take your attention away from the horror of our reality at that moment and turn it into something positive. Look Gohan, I can't say I know exactly what was going through her mind but like I said sometimes our parents do things that they believe is in our best interest but they fall short. I think this is one of those cases."

Gohan snorted, "If that's the case then she has been dropping the ball for a long time. Any time there was a moment of peace you can rest assured that she had me hitting those books. It's one thing if she was doing this to distract me from the horror as you say, but the reality is that even in times of peace, the times where I should use to relax, she felt those time were better suited for me to catch up on my studies. Like if I was somehow behind the other children going to school today. How many twelve or thirteen-year olds do you think are well versed Advanced Physics, Mechanics, or math classes that are better suited for people that are writing a thesis on the subject?"

Trunks scratched the back of his neck. Not a single gutted noise exited his mouth.

"Not many, if any actually exist," Gohan answered his own question. "For as long as I've been conscious I feel like I'm in a race, but there is not a single person my age even a mile behind me, so why the rush? Why can't just be me? I feel like I can't relate to anyone my age, and that already besides the whole alien hybrid and life-and-death matches. I speak to anyone out there that's my age and I feel like they look at me like I have a second head or something…" the young savior paused as he bit the inner part of his cheek. A whisper continued, "I feel cheated."

His eyes glazed over, and while they reflected the lights of West City, they looked hollow. "Cheated of a chance to see and experience the world as a child. I know that was always going to be nearly impossible, but every time I wanted to go out and act my age she was there to remind me that I had to make the mature decision. And I'm sorry, I'm sure you're probably listening to me and thinking, 'what do I have to complain?' I'm sure the future was no picnic and you growing up there probably wasn't fun or carefree either. I just… just…" Gohan buried his face into his hands.

Trunks rested one hand on Gohan's shoulder. He shook his head as he spoke, "You're right, it wasn't an easy place growing up. Though I think to a certain extent I did get to have somewhat of a childhood." He looked up to the dim stars above. "I remember my mom and Gohan did their best to ensure that it wasn't all bleak. I remember living in Mount Paozu for a long time. There were times that the harsh reality didn't seem so real; especially when I was camping with Gohan." A smile graced his face as he recalled a memory. "We would spend hour looking at the stars and make it a game to find and identify constellations or watch for meteors. My Master always had a knack setting my mind at ease. It wasn't perfect childhood but I wouldn't trade it for anything, so I do sympathize because it feels like you got the short end of that stick. I'm sorry."

The young savior let out a deep breath before speaking, "I'm annoyed because everything with her has always been about pushing towards the mature decision. That I had to grow up. To her it didn't matter that I five when she was pushing Calculus onto me, yet now I'm a child to her. She has made me grow up faster than I should have, and now that I'm making decision for myself she wants to remind me that I'm twelve years old. Only when it benefits her does my age come up. She has two options; either I'm the adult she has been rushing to mature, and therefore the decision I make today should stand without her trying to use my age against me, or I'm a child and should have been afforded the opportunities to act like one when I was younger. She can't have it both ways."

The frustration was getting to Gohan as he harshly scratched the back of his head. "A part of me always wants to blame my mom but she isn't the only one that cheated me out of a childhood. My dad had as much of a role in this debacle as she did," asserted Gohan. "It feels like ever since I was five for half of my life, since then, my dad has been elsewhere, and I'm left picking up the pieces. I've felt the burden to stand up when he is not around. After my uncle came, he was gone for a year. The time I went into space for Namek that one was on me. Him deciding to take the long route back home rather than coming when Porunga offered, that was a year and half there! And now, he is gone again and I don't even know for how long. You heard him speak. His intentions may be noble, but it doesn't change the fact that I feel alone once again and with weight of the world on my shoulders. I don't feel like I'm twelve right now; I feel like I have to be an adult." His lips pressed into a firm line as he shakes he head.

"I had high hopes that normalcy would return when Cell was defeated. I can't tell you how many times I dreamed my dad and I returning back home and a set of curtains falling with a large banner that read 'and they lived happily ever after,' but that is not what happened. My family is more fractured than ever before." Gohan quickly checked for Pan's Ki. There were no fluctuations which brought a sigh a relief that his tirade hadn't woke her up.

The time traveler just sat in silence as he watched a version of his mentor break down before him. There were many points in his speech that he could relate to; the feeling of the world on his shoulders, the fate of humanity if he loses, and the utter loneliness from their unique position. Trunks looked deep inside his self for something to say, but he had yet to find an answer for himself let alone for Gohan.

"Broken," Gohan muttered. "That is how I feel most days, and I'm worried that I won't be able to be a proper parent to Pan now."

Trunks pulled the young man for a side hug, the way his mentor used to do it when he was young. "Don't say that Gohan. Don't ever say that." Trunks wondered how many times his Master probably broke down in silence. It made him appreciate that much more the sacrifice that he made. "Gohan I'm sorry I've placed another pressure on your shoulders. I never had that intention. It's just that when I think about the Gohan of my time; all I can see is the strong man that raised me, the man that gave me a role model to emulate. From what I have seen, you're exactly like him. There is not a doubt in my mind that Pan will have the best parent in the universe because I was lucky enough to have you in my time. Don't ever doubt your ability because the man that you see before you is the result of the teaching of my Master."

Gohan separated himself from Trunks and got up to stretch. He placed a small distance between the two warriors partially because he had been sitting for too long, but the main reason was because internally he was berating himself for saying all the things that he had said. Things that he had buried long ago came rushing out in a moment of weakness. He felt vulnerable in that moment, yet a part of him felt liberated of that weight he had been carrying.

The time traveler didn't react nor took offence to Gohan abrupt action. He understood his Master had always been one to keep problems to himself and rarely allowed other in, well with the exception of Videl. Still he hoped that his words would get through the young savior.

"Thank you Trunks," Gohan whispered. "Thank you for your confidence."

Trunks only shook his head and responded, "I only stated the truth." The lavender-haired warrior contemplated whether or not to ask a question nagging at him. Ultimately his curiosity won and he questioned, "Gohan… there is not much we can do about Goku, but do you have plans on meeting Chichi again?"

Gohan stopped what he was doing and looked at the time traveler. His eyes blinked multiple times yet no answer emanated from him. A strong gust cut across the rooftops of West City. Their clothes fluttered with the wind. Finally after what felt like an eternity Gohan looked up to the stars and replied softly, "No."

Trunks opened his mouth to argue but instantly closed it. It wasn't his place to make that decision for him. He understood rushing their meet could just exacerbate the precarious situation.

The son of Bulma went over what he was going to say again and again before coming up with the right words, "I can't force you to speak to your mom or make you amend your relationship with her, but I do hope that you'll take Pan into consideration. She is still very attached to Chichi; while Chichi may be different here and Pan is dotting over you, that doesn't change the fact that one day she will ask to see her grandmother. I do hope that you'll grant her the ability to see her."

A sigh escaped Gohan as he nodded. "I figured." Gohan cracked his neck before continuing, "I guess I should amend my answer. I have no plans on seeing my mom right now. I want to work on myself, but deep down I know that one day I will have to see her and speak to her. My brother will be born soon, so I know that day will come. I'll see and speak to her someday, just not any time soon."

The time traverlers nodded in understanding. So long as there is a chance in the future, he was fine with Gohan taking his time to set himself on the right path.

Both warriors had failed to notice how much time had passed since they began their talk. Even the normally robust West City nightlife had slowly died down. Bidding each other a good night, Gohan slipped down to the room he had taken residence.

He took a moment to appreciate the sleeping Pan. He took the cover and placed it over her once again after noticing that she had kicked it in her sleep. Gohan heard a soft 'Papa' come from Pan as she clutched blanket closer, eliciting a smile from the young world savior.

The dreaded day for Bulma had arrived. Walking with a large plate through the door of the kitchen to the small gathering happening in her courtyard; Bulma placed the platter on a nearby table along the rest of the food being brought out. She took a moment to appreciate the sight before her. There she could see almost everyone she considered family now, joyfully in smaller groups talking amongst themselves.

Even Vegeta had taken some time to join them, not that he was much a social able person, but she appreciated that he took the time to sit by the table where her mom was feeding baby Trunks. He remained motionless, crossed arm, but Bulma could see that Vegeta's eyes would shift back to see his infant son trying to reach for the food that just out of his reach. Her mom, a women easily distracted, had forgotten that she was in the middle of feeding when her phone rang. Vegeta quickly looked around to see if anyone was looking in his direction. Before anyone could see he quickly moved the plate closer to the infant so he could continue to eat, before resuming his original position. She tried to remember the last time everyone had gathered that didn't have to do without some craze scientist or intergalactic tyrant involved.

Today was a day for celebration, but for Bulma today also marked the final day that she would be seeing the warrior of the future. A child, who wormed his way into her heart, was now going to say goodbye forever. She understood the reason for his departure, but it didn't make the hurt any less. Still, Bulma promised herself to put a brave face and smile. She didn't want her son of the future's last image of her as crying and depressed.

Speaking of the future warrior, across the field she could see him laughing as he told a story to Gohan while Pan was bright red. The small girl began to kick Trunks' leg, yet Trunks was doubling over in laughter. As for Gohan, it amazed her how much he had improved since he arrived at her door. She dare say, he seems to have completely recovered from whatever was affecting him. She doesn't know if it has to do with the absence of Chichi or Piccolo, but his improved condition seems to correlate with their absence so in her mind she'll continue what she has being doing.

A sigh escaped the tired scientist. The neutral line her lips formed curved up as she walked towards her father. She was going to do her best to get through this day.

"So, no Yamcha?" Tien asked while looking around the Capsule Corp grounds.

The short warrior beside him shook his head. He took a sip of the punch he was holding before verbalizing his response. "I left him a couple of messages but he never called back. Honestly, after the tournament he has been distant."

The three-eyed man bothered by the situation added, "Frankly I'm disappointed by this little pity party Yamcha has been throwing for himself. We've all had our bad days and we have all our scars to prove them, but it doesn't change who we are and the fact that we have to get back up."

The small emperor chimed in, "I understand what you're saying Tien but I can tell you firsthand how hard it is to see everyone advance so much to the point that I would just be getting in the way." Chiaotzu folded his hand as he continued, "I think he is just lost, but you'll see that in time he'll come around. I did after all."

"Chiaotzu's right. I'll go see him in a couple of days; maybe all he needs is someone to talk it out with," Krillin cheerfully offered. "I feel that all this conversation has gotten quite stuffy. How about a little spar Tien, something to pass the time before we eat?"

The three Z-fighters made their way to an open field. The only thing in their vicinity was the large Time Machine which would act as a backdrop for their friendly spar. They went over the rules which included no Ki for fear bringing forth Bulma's wrath; though flying would be permitted. They asked the others if they wanted to join, but those with Saiyan blood were waiting for food so nothing was going to distract them from that.

Although Chiaotzu accompanied the other two fighters, he was not there to compete. Instead he decided sit back and watch from the side. Both fighters took their places and eyed each other for any opening. In the end Krillin was the first to charged at the taller warrior, yet it Tien that would land the first hit.

Krillin back flipped away to give himself some space; however he failed to realize Tien had jumped above him and was waiting for him. With Krillin's back still towards him, Tien launched a devastating kick across the back of the monk. The force pushing him forward and landing on the ground face first. Quick as ever, the short monk rolled away as Tien embedded his fist into the ground where Krillin was a second before.

Tien struggled to free his arm and the time wasted on that task was punished with Krillin both feet implanting them into his ribcage. Finally free, the momentum caused him to roll quite a distance before coming to a stop. The fighter from the north slowly got up holding his side and wiping the blood that streak down the side of his mouth. A smile formed as he looked that turtle-style student with renewed respect. Many years had passed since their time in to world tournaments, and it was incredible that the same fighter had progressed so much.

Tien rushed at the waiting Krillin; quickly trying to sweep the legs of the monk only for Krillin to jump at the last second. The three-eyed warrior brought his forearms at the last second to block the kick aimed for his head.

Krillin used his forearms as a spring board to jump back before rapidly charging forward cementing his fist into the abdomen of the still recovering Tien. The small warrior felt the spit that flew out of his opponent's mouth, but he didn't move a centimeter back. A cold shiver ran up his back as he looked up to see the smirk of Tien. Before Krillin could pull his fist back, Tien gripped it with both hands. The three-eyed warrior spun in place before launching the smallest fighter into the air.

Chiaotzu watched from below as their spar took to the air. With more liberty, their strikes came from all directions and their speed ramped up as well. So fixated on the human fighters above, Chiaotzu didn't even see when it attracted the attention of some of the member of the party. He noticed Gohan with Pan on his shoulders; as they observed, Gohan relayed information to his daughter. Trunks would occasionally chime in with his own observations. Even Master Roshi, a notorious pervert that had been spending his time watching TV inside, had come out to silently examine his pupils and their growth.

Both warriors heaved in midair. Already some of their bruises reddening and their clothes disheveled from the occasionally crash into the ground. They tuned out the occasional cheer that came from below and only focused on their opponent in front of them. Tien's third eye remained closed after a devastating drop kick from Krillin. With their break over, Tien hurtled forward with both fist pulled back. He barely missed the monk when he sidestep at the last second, but Krillin took his opportunity to drive his knee up into Tien's ribcage followed by interlocking his fingers and bringing his down on his comrade's back. The three-eyed fighter bounced off the ground and landed on his back.

Tien's eye stung as he opened them to see the sun above him. It hurt to look up, but he knew that Krilllin was using the sun as a blinding agent to charge at him. He closed his eyes and used his Ki sensing ability and his ears to see instead of his eyes. His foot flew up and caught the shorter fighter before he could make impact with Tien.

Krillin rolled on the ground until he came to a stop. He had made the wrong assumption that Tien wouldn't have seen him coming and his head paid the price. He shook his head to see Tien was already running at him. This began another round of punches with neither landing a single one on each other. The frustration visibly on each other's face and their speed dwindling; they knew the end was in sight.

One mistake, a single miniscule error, Krillin hastily planted his foot a few centimeters closer to Tien then he should have and the warrior from the north made him pay. Unbalancing Krillin, the short fighter attempted to make up for this mishap, but watched almost in slow motion as he leaned forwards into Tien's swinging back fist. That was the last thing he saw before he was unceremoniously launched back.

What both warriors had failed to notice was their proximity to the Time Machine that had been their backdrop for their battle. Tien's three eyes popped as he watched in horror Krillin's unconscious form flying right at the machine. He lurched forward trying desperately to catch up, but his body wasn't responding as quickly as a result from their spar. He gritted his teeth and scolded himself for being so absent-minded. The others around also rushed but they were not going to make it either. Based on the speed and how close they had been to the imposing machine, there was little any of them could have done.

Trunks knew that it might not destroy the machine, but it certainly could put it out of commission. He slowed down as he saw Krillin a centimeter away from his ticket home. He closed his eyes gripped his hair with both hands as he waited to hear the inevitable crash, yet no sound ever came. The future warrior opened his eyes to see Krillin floating in place. His panic began to seep away and confusion began to take hold. A blue outline surrounded Krillin and when he turned around he noticed Chiaotzu grunting as held his arm up.

While everyone dashed forward trying their best to catch up, Chiaotzu knew that the only thing that could get there in time was his psychic hold. Finally he released Krillin's hold and Chiaotzu, Krillin and Trunks landed on the ground at the same time.

"Chiaotzu?!" Trunks exclaimed, "Thank you so much!" He didn't even know why he was panting so much but he could still feel his heart pounding.

As things finally settled down, Krillin was informed of what almost happened. Thankfully there were some senzu beans so both Earth defenders were back to normal in a matter of minutes. They both profusely apologized to Trunks for their recklessness, but Trunks, now that he could breath, shook his head and repeated that they didn't need to apologize. In the end, everything was okay and no damage was done.

Bulma attempting to bring everyone back from what had happened proudly announced, "Alright guys! Lunch is ready so let go!"

Time passed and those in attendance were none the wiser, the dramatic end of the spar slipped away as the conversations shifted to jokes and the occasional storyteller enticing people of their exploits or that of others. Trunks shined as he continued to embarrass Pan with stories of her when she was a baby.

The long table in the middle of the field sat everyone in attendance. They passed certain plate around as the Saiyans ate to their heart's content. Overall, Bulma sitting at the head of the table smiled at the happy memory before her. When most of the food had been consumed, she leaned forward and whispered to Trunks, "Hey honey, why don't you say a couple of words?"

Trunks sputtered from mid bite, "I don't think that's nec—"

He didn't get to end that sentence before Bulma rose from her seat and called everyone's attention. "Everyone! Trunks has a few words he wants to say."

He sighed in disbelief. It's normal for him to speak and tell a story, but it's another thing when he has to talk about his own feeling. He rubbed his thigh before being coaxed to stand by his mother. Bulma quickly sat and Trunks noticed all eyeballs were on him now. He tried to clear his throat and kept repeating to himself that this was no different from when he tells a story.

Trunks looked up as if to get inspiration before shaking his head and addressing the people there, "I don't know what I was expecting when I first came here." He chuckled, "I'll tell you this though; nothing I ever dreamed could have even come close to what I saw and what I got to experience here. Growing up I often heard stories of everyone present. It made me feel a little closer to you guys and it made me wished that I would have met everyone from those stories, never assuming that one day I would be speaking to the very people I had heard so much about."

The time travelers paused for a second. "My mom always had a smile, no matter how bleak things got, when she would tell me stories about her friends… more like her family," he finished that sentence with a shrug. "She loved everyone here and told me about how accepting and nice you guys were, but if anything she undersold you guys, well most of you guys at least." His eyes drifted to his father in front of him. This drew a few snickers from the other guest and a glare from the Saiyan prince. "I honestly think that I will pass my entire lifetime and I don't think I'll ever be able to thank you guys enough for all the insight, life experiences, and help you have provided for me and my world, even you dad. I will forever be in your debt and I promise to go back home and not waste this opportunity for my world to start over. I know it's a little short but on behalf of everyone from my time, thank you guys so much!" He bowed his head in appreciation.

Trunks sat down as those around clapped and shouted their words of encouragement. It wasn't long after that Bulma's mom brought a large cake. Unfortunately for Oolong he had to be the photographer as everyone gathered around Trunks and the cake in front of him. After snapping a couple of picture, the cake was cut up and divided among those in attendance.

Bulma took the camera inside Capsule Corp. It wasn't long before she came out with a small stack of photos. She made her way to her son. "Here," she said as she deposited the load of photos. "I'm sorry for prying but I went ahead and printed them out. Some of those photos were beautiful so I hope you don't mind that I went ahead and made a couple of copies for myself."

Trunks smiled, "Of course not mom. Thank you I almost forgot to print them before leaving." The sun was already setting and he took a deep breath before informing his mom, "I think it time mom."

The heiress to Capsule Corp bit her lower lip while nodding in agreement. It didn't take long before Trunks went inside to capsulate anything that remained. When he walked out of the residence wing of Capsule Corp he could see the large machine in front of him, but before there was a line of people waiting to give their final goodbye.

'Give me strength Master,' Trunks clapped his hands together in front of him and internalize a small prayer to his pillar of strength. He walked forward and began saying goodbye to those that he was proud to call part of his family. Some were easier than other; Oolong and Master Roshi were fairly easy though the old master made sure to make him promise to look him up in the future as he was sure he didn't go down so easily.

"Bye grandpa, grandma" Trunks said as he stopped in front of them.

The old scientist clapped both hands on Trunks' shoulders. "Take care m'boy. Take care of your mom for me will ya. Remind her to take her breaks, if she is even half as bad as your mom here I bet she's down in her lab all the time. Tell her it's her dad's orders." He chuckled as placed both hands behind his back.

Trunks sadly smiled while bobbling his head. Paunchy, while ditzy as always, wiped a tear before embracing the young man. This was the first of many tests for Trunks as he steeled his emotions and returned her embrace. "You're leaving too soon."

Trunks laughed for a second. "Yeah I know, but I have to go." He slowly broke the embrace as Dr. Briefs wrapped an arm around her and she turned to him for support.

Krillin waited until Trunks was in front of him before speaking. "It's going to be so weird not seeing you anymore. You know, you may have been with us for only a few years but they felt like a lifetime. I guess that's what the battlefield does to people am I right?"

Trunks nodded with a chuckle. "I guess so. Take care of yourself Krillin."

"Pssh," Krillin waved off Trunks before continuing, "I got Gohan, Piccolo, and dare I say Vegeta protecting this planet. I'll be fine, but you better take care of yourself Trunks." Krillin extended a hand out which Trunks took. "Kami I suck at goodbyes. I know you said that we probably won't ever meet again but I truly hope that you're wrong about this. I hope… no… I know that we'll see you again Trunks. If you can't come back here, then maybe someday we will visit you in the future; after all, we have your mom, your grandfather, and Gohan who are very smart people. I'm sure they'll make their own Time Machine someday. What I'm saying is; this isn't goodbye Trunks, it's I'll see you later."

Trunks closed his eyes and took a deep breath before opening them again and smiling at the small warrior. He knew that was impossible. His mom knew the dangers of time travel and wouldn't dare make a machine on a whim like seeing him again. Still he didn't want to bring down Krillin so he responded, "I'll see you later Krillin." He released Krillin hand and moved on to the next person.

"Unlike Krillin, I do hope this is the last time I see you Trunks," remarked Tien with smirk.

"Tien!" Chioatzu exclaimed.

The time traveler surmised with shrug, "Well, I'm not surprised. After all, you still owe me for the bet during the tournament. And what was it that you said, 'I've seen you Saiyan eat. One sitting with you guys at any place is a sure-fire way to leave a man bankrupt.' I'd also not want to see me again." Trunks teased the three-eyed fighter.

Tien let out an amused snort. "There is that too. What I meant was that your arrival usually signals another crisis. Kind of want some peace around here for a while."

Trunks bobbed his head in agreement, "Fair point."

"How about we do this, you come back someday and it's not because you have some apocalyptic warning for us, and I'll pay my bet," wagered Tien. Similar to Krillin, Trunks shook Tien's hand and agreed to the new terms; even though he knew it wasn't likely. "The future is in great hands," complimented the human warrior.

The time traveler likewise bid Chioatzu farewell and once again thanked him for saving his machine.

"Gohan," the lilac-haired fighter stated. This would begin the hardest part of his goodbyes; arguably with one of his hardest test. "I don't know how to thank you for everything, both what you have done as well as my Master. I know that you have told me that I should consider you two as different individuals, but in my heart you'll both be the same. You have given my timeline another shot at life, my family lives on and a member of that family will now live a better life than I could ever offer her, and finally me. I have learned so much from both of you, and while I may not be able to thank my Master I can thank you." There was a sting in his eyes as he looked at the young man before him. A mirage of a tall man walked up behind Gohan.

Everything seemed to disappear for a second as Trunks eyes took in the image of the young Gohan in front of him. He could see the figure come in to focus and a pair of familiar eyes looked back at him. Trunks stared at the scar that ran across his feature and the missing arm.

Trunks bit the inner part of his cheek to keep himself from letting a tear form. The older Gohan stood behind his younger counterpart. 'Thank you.' Trunks once again thought.

"Take care of yourself Trunks." Gohan could see the inner struggle to the older Demi-Saiyan. "Thank you for saving my father. Thank you for coming and helping my timeline, even though it didn't end up changing yours. However, I rest easy knowing that your future is safe in you capable hands. He's proud of you… I know that for sure."

Next to Gohan stood Pan, who wasn't trying to hide how much this pained her. She held her father's hand for reassurance but the tears kept coming. As her older brother went about speaking to the other, she tried to be strong when it would be her turn, but now that he was standing in front of her all her strength that she was trying to muster left her. Her head ducked as the tears fell to the ground.

"Oh Pan…" Trunks kneeled down in front of her. He tried to lift her head up so her eyes could meet his concerned ones, but she resisted and shook her head.

The young girl balled her fist and brought it to rub her eyes. She didn't want to let her brother see her this way but no matter how much she tried, the waterworks would no end. She released Gohan's hand as Trunks pulled her into a hug.

"My Panny, you have no idea how much I'm going to miss you." Trunks closed his eyes. He held her close to his chest and could feel the tears that were falling on his shoulder. "I'm even going to miss your wake-up pranks," he said trying to add a bit of levity. "Promise you're going to be a good girl. Promise me that you'll live an amazing life. I know that as time pass you may not remember us in the future, but I want you to know that I will always love you. You grandma Chichi, your aunt Bulma and I, we will always hold you in our hearts and look to the stars and know that you're here. Our love for you… across time and space. We may be worlds apart but that will never change."

"Trunks…" Pan hiccupped, "Please don't leave."

The time traveler stifled a sniffle. "I have to go Pan. Our world needs me." He arms began to go limp as he began to release Pan from his embrace. He cupped her face and looked right into her eyes. "My Panny, my beautiful little sister… have a wonderful life."

"…Trunks," she yelped as her older brother stood up. Pan watched him go and talk to his mother. Her sob became too much. Her father kneeled down and she ran into his arms as Gohan did his best to console her.

Trunks had to turn around. His chances of leaving without breaking down almost went up in flames after Pan. His eyes were bloodshot but he still had one more person to thank.

"Mom," Trunk's voice cracked.

Bulma had a sympathetic expression. She took a step forward and fully embraced the Demi-Saiyan. "It has been such a ride having known you, lived with you, and even nurtured you a little. I'm going to miss you dearly but to a certain extent you're not gone forever in my eyes. My Trunks will grow up learning about you. He'll know what a badass you are." She ended with a smile as she pulled back from her hug.

"Go," Bulma instructed. As Trunks turned to leave, he felt a pull on his jacket. "Do me a favor though."

Trunks looked back puzzled.

"I know you feel the burden of the world. It's a feeling I don't think I'll ever be able to understand, but please don't forget about taking care of yourself. I'm not speaking about physically but rather mentally. Don't forget that you're a young man that is deserving of breaks and making connections. Meet people… find yourself a nice girl," she teased.

"Mom…" Trunks' voice hitched for a second.

"I'm just saying," Bulma stated with a shrug. However her eyes narrowed right after, "Unless there is already someone…" she insinuated.

"Mom!"

Bulma laughed at her son's embarrassment. "I'm only pulling your leg. But what I said stands; don't forget to take your time to be yourself."

"I will," smiled Trunks. In the background he could see his father leaning against a tree. Vegeta had his eyes closed, but as soon as Trunks looked in his direction, his head raised and their eyes met. Trunks knew better than going over to speak to him. A man of little words like his father, still the act that he remained there to see him off spoke volumes. He could have easily gone back to his training, but the fact that he remained was enough for Trunks.

He nodded at his father and from across the field. It was only for an instant but Trunks could have sworn that edge of Vegeta's lips tilted up before returning to a neutral line.

Trunks took step by step closer to his machine but each one felt heavier than the last.

There was a rustle behind him and he turned around just in time to catch Pan. "Pan?" Once he confirmed who it was, he pulled her into a stronger embrace. He continued to hold her as she kept muttering his name over and over between hiccups.

His finger dug into her back and his head buried into her neck, so driven by emotion for having one last embrace Trunks kissed her cheek. Her arms likewise steeled around his neck. Through the weeping Pan bawled, "I want to go back with you."

This took everyone in attendance aback and more so Trunks. "Panny." It tore him up inside but he knew what he had to do. "This is not a decision that you make so easily. Are you sure because that would mean that you're going to have to leave your father behind?" he spoke lowly.

Pan for her part looked troubled and distraught. "Can't he… come… with us?" the young girl chocked out.

The time traveler shook his head. "He has to live his life here. If you come with me, you'll never be able to see him again. Are you okay with that?"

Pan cried into his shoulder as her head move from side to side.

Trunks released a breath he wasn't aware he was holding. "Someday I'll just be a memory. You belong here Panny with your father and a whole family." He walked back to Gohan and released his hold on her, but she was not ready to do so. "It's time Panny." He moved to disengage her arms from around his neck but she held tighter. He sighed once again and Gohan moved to help him by coaxing her to come back to him. With a little prodding, both Saiyans were able to release Trunks against the protest of Pan. Before depositing Pan in Gohan's arms.

The time traveler once again marched back to his destiny. The canopy opened and he jumped to the edge. He took one last glance to the people he had come to consider part of his family and give one last wave before jumping inside and settling down. With a push of a button the whole machine began to roar. Now sitting there he stared blankly at the displays in front of him. In a moment he felt as the machine floated up.

There it was. The last button he needed to press. His vision became blurry as the tears he had been holding back finally succeeded. Trunks tilted his head down and letting those tears finally fall he pressed the button igniting full thrust from the engines. A rip in the middle of the sky opened above the machine and it flew directly into it.

The people waved for as long as they could. They watch as the young man that had changed their lives forever depart back home.

The location may have remained the same but the surrounding area told a very different story. As far as the eye could see there were building toppled and debris scattered; this is West City, or rather, the ruins of West City. That is not to say that it was a complete mess. Some street had been cleansed and occasionally a car or truck zoomed through these streets.

With the end of the Androids campaign of terror, some citizens' brave enough began to work on reviving this once flourished city to its former glory.

One of the only structures that stood, of course with damage but in better shape than most, was the beacon of West City: Capsule Corp.

An older lady slid the door leading to the outside world. Armed with a basket in one hand and a large sun hat, Chichi blissfully walked towards her garden. After all there was a great need for tending to her crops and her flower garden. Her routine was the only thing that kept her mind occupied after the departure of Trunks and her granddaughter.

She forced a smile even though there was no one around. In her heart she knew that she had done the right thing, but a small part of her wished to have been selfish. Another part wondered about the ramifications of sending her granddaughter to the past and whether her son would be ready to care for a daughter. In the end she sighs; there was nothing she could do at this point.

As she was about to reach her flower garden, a sudden gale of wind blew past her. She did her best to hold on to everything as the wind blew from no particular place of origin. Finally she looked up to see a tear forming in the sky. Her eyes widen in recognition and anticipation. A familiar machine flew out of the nexus. Any joy she may have been feeling quickly evaporated when she noticed where the machine was about to land.

"Not my flowers!" She quickly ran in the direction of her garden.

Trunks felt as the machine came down with a thud. There was no particular emotion he was feeling at the time nor was they displayed on his feature. The engines almost immediately sputtered and died out. The Time Machine immediately shut down with no more fuel to burn.

The time traveler looked out the large canopy and knew he was home. There was definitely a sense of relief but it seemed overshadowed by the emotional rollercoaster of his farewell.

He opened the canopy manually and quickly jumped over the side, descending slowly until his boots touched the ground. He wasn't expecting anyone to meet him upon his return, yet standing in front of him was a very annoyed Chichi. Due to her proximity and facial expression, she startled him.

"Trunks! How could you not notice my garden when you…" she trailed off as she saw the young man in emotional pain. Her mind began to race and immediately they headed towards the worst case scenarios. "Trunks honey what happened?" a small hitch in her voice.

The lilac-haired fighter crossed the distance and hugged his adoptive aunt. "It was so hard…so hard to say goodbye. I miss her."

Finally comprehending her nephew dismay, her motherly instincts took over and she wrapped her arms around him, stroking his back. "There there, I know." Her tears began to form once again. "We all miss her."

Chichi continued, "She is alive and she is in a better place. I can't thank you enough Trunks because I don't think I could have been strong enough to drop her off." Her embrace tighten to display her gratitude. "Now," she said while wiping the tears and trying to change the topic, "Why don't you go see your mom. She has been worried when you didn't immediately return."

Trunks nodded his head as he broke their hold. He took about two steps before his hand tapped the inside pocket of his jacket. Remembering what was inside; he turn back to see Chichi was picking up her supplies. He crossed the distance and reached inside and pulled out a small stack of photos. "Here," he announced reaching out the gift. "A small token from the past; I figured you would like to see them."

Chichi blinked in confusion before looking at the picture on top. She quickly dropped everything and took the photos. There she cried as she looked at the image of her granddaughter, all muddied but more importantly smiling with her son. She bit her lip as she wiped the tear that was forming. "He is so young," she remarked, "and so happy."

She choked for a second before looking back at the time traveler. "Thank you." She pulled the photos close to her heart as she silently wept.

AN: I know I said I wouldn't write about the future ever again, but I felt it fitting to see how Chichi got the news. This chapter puts me in a bit of a bind. When I first wrote the timeline for this story, Super was not a thing (more specifically Trunks return). My intention are that this is the last time that we see Trunks, but Super puts a questions of whether I would want to include that into my story. Frankly I have no intention of putting Super into my timeline, but I may add elements of that story into mine; though at this moment I don't know what parts I would be including. Well in any case at the rate that I'm updating it is still a longs way before we get there. I really hope that you enjoyed the chapter and just let me know what you guys think.

Usually I would respond to each review but with two years worth of reviews that can be difficult and long so I'll try to be brief. If someone wants to talk to me about their review just shoot me a DM.

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Dear Iwik,

Unfortunately we will not be seeing Trunks rebuilding his world. I've considered writing that but it would be a seperate story.

I'm not entirely solid on whether Gohan will be going to High School but it's not something I've discarded either.

Dear RaptorZeroOne,

Yes some timeskips will happen after this chapter.

Dear Johnny Hendo,

Thank you so much for the praise. I was very happy with Trunks' transformation scene. You've given me some options and I'm honestly considering one of them depending on how this story progresses.

Dear 777torn777,

The Buu saga will be completely different. I have unfortunately not included the tails as I didn't have a use for them other than shock value, but believe me I love stories where Gohan has a tail. It's just sad that rarely do they do something with that appendage.

Dear Divine above question,

Thank you so much. I try to not let it get to me but honestly sometimes I just put too much pressure on myself.

To the guest that reviewed each chapter: I appreciate you.

Dear Thornjay,

Not abandoned just slumbering. I have my belief on certain character, but I try to not let it control how I portray certain characters. You may believe that I did Chichi wrong but honestly if you got to chapter 5 you must have read my portrayal of Chichi in the future. If all I did was bash Chichi, as you say, I would have been bashing her future version as well. I write a character to fit the narrative of my story. I needed an agent to push Gohan away and Chichi was the only logical choice. I highly doubt you'll ever read this response but I want to leave it here for anyone that may share your opinion.

Dear Creedsz6,

I had responded in a DM but I figured I should add my explanation here as well for anyone else:

You bring up an excellent question. It was my belief that it would be self explanatory, so I didn't add the explanation in the chapter. You're right Chichi did not tell them to let Hercule take credit THIS TIME. This actually stems from the the earlier conversations that Krillin (and the Z-fighters would learn from him) and Chichi had. She made it a point that Gohan didn't want any recognition for the battle with Cell. That he has said 'if anyone says any different that he would track them down.' It is my belief that the Z-fighters would see similarities with the current battle in the Intergalactic World Tournament and the Cell games. If 'Gohan' would track them down if they spoke up about the Cell games, they reason that he wouldn't want any credit for this battle either. (with Gohan out of commission they have no way of asking so they just assumed, based on a past event, that the same applies to this.)

While the Z-fighters decided if they should reveal the truth or not, Hecule was already claiming victory. They could have come out and told the truth, but they reason that if he let that Oaf take the credit the last time, that this time he wouldn't mind either.

Of course, we as the audience know that Gohan never said this and that he is unaware of who Hercule is and what he has done. This was something Chichi decided for him and used his name to put the fear of god into that other to comply.

Thank you all for your reviews.