Author's Note: Well, it seemed like I screwed up the ending of the last chapter in the way that only the VT could. There has been some questions about the "deaths(s)" that were mentioned. I'm going to explain real quick and then write. I was referring to the fact that Mirai Gohan is killed by the androids. Goku and Vegeta were simply stating that it was going to happen in the next month, but since the two were so in love, they had nothing to worry about, because when Trunks dies (as all people do die) they can be together again.
Anyway, here is the Epilogue to the story Forbidden.
His heart was racing in his chest. It hurt, it burned, it broke.
His mind gave way under the utter agony of the knowledge that had just seeped into his brain.
His Gohan was dead.
The androids had gotten him in the end anyway... Trunks stood in the rain, staring, disbelieving.
Oh Kami... this couldn't be happening to him. Not to them. Not after all everything that had gone through to get together.
Gohan was dead.
The thought seemed to sear into his brain, as a lump caught in his throat, and his eyes began to well with tears. Oh Kami, did it hurt. Nothing, not even Gohan watching as Trunks was nearly raped, hurt this bad.
Trunks was on his knees in a swift motion, next to Gohan's body. It was so...cold. Emotion was lost from his gorgeous face, the eyes whited out. Rain dripped dismally down his face, giving no concern that it was sharpening the image of death that the only person Trunks had ever loved was now emitting.
Trunks screamed, and he screamed, and he screamed. His throat was raw, as his hair spiked into golden glory. His eyes matched the color of the rain and tears streaming down his face. Power poured off his body. Sheer emotion fueled his level into its state.
And Gohan still didn't move.
Oh, but this had to be some cruel joke.
Gohan just couldn't be dead. Especially not now. Trunks was Super Saiyan!
He felt his body freeze as he just lay there next to Gohan's body. He couldn't move, he couldn't leave...
Somehow he found his way home, Gohan cradled in his arms like a small child.
Trunks couldn't bear to touch his body.
It was such an awful thing to admit, he knew. He couldn't help it though. It was nothing like what Gohan had been. Gohan had always been warm and caring, gently brushing Trunks' hair out of his face.
In death he lay there cold and unmoving.
But that's what death is.
He reached home, and saw his mother rush out to him. His mind was starting to blur everything together. What was his mom saying? Something about getting Gohan into the hospital wing...
Trunks wanted to start laughing and yell: "Sorry Mom, Gohan's dead! I was too late."
Bulma was shaking him now.
What did she want? She was annoying him.
"Are you all right?" Bulma repeated, the words finally registering in Trunks' mind.
'Oh yeah... except for my koi is dead in my arms...' Trunks thought.
Suddenly his mind became black, and he collapsed in the mud, still holding Gohan close to him.
Trunks awoke a few hours later, clean and wrapped safely underneath the warmth of a blanket.
Why was he here? His mind roved for answers, and finally became fixated on one.
He brought the blanket up to his mouth, as he began to choke, tears spilling out of his eyes.
Gohan was dead.
How many times had he thought it over the last twenty-four hours? Why hadn't it suck in yet? Why hadn't the androids come to finish him off too?
"Trunks?" a gentle voice asked.
Trunks looked up, tears still free falling and saw his mother.
"Oh Kami Mom...." Trunks sobbed, sitting up.
Bulma walked to him, and wrapped her arms around her son, trying to console him. She knew nothing was going to heal his broken heart, but she would sure as hell try.
Bulma rocked back and forth, hushing Trunks like a child.
Finally the tears stopped. They wouldn't come any longer.
Bulma pulled Trunks away from her, and dried his gently, tucking a few loose strands of hair in their place.
"It will be okay..." she whispered.
"I love him... I swear the androids are going to pay..." Trunks hissed, clenching his fist, as he remembered the final gift his koibito had given him.
*~~~~~~~*
Gohan stared in disbelief from where he stood next to Vegeta and Goku.
"Trunks..." was all he whispered finally.
"Are you okay Gohan?" Goku asked, looking over at his son.
Gohan covered his face.
"I love him, Dad, I really do." he brought his hand down. "When is he going to die?"
There was a slight air of disease, before Vegeta finally answered.
"Not for awhile Gohan. Not for a good while."
"Good." Gohan replied, getting a soft a smile across his face. "I want him to have a good life after this..."
The three looked down at the fading image of Trunks and Bulma one last time.
"So is this what the two of you do up here all the time? Spy on the living?" Gohan questioned, looking from his dad to Vegeta.
"Sure is!" Goku answered happily.
"Do you see...er...everything?" Gohan asked, turning a bright shade of crimson
"Every detail." Vegeta replied with a smirk.
Gohan turned even redder.
"But you're not supposed to change anything going on." Goku added with a pout.
"Well, you're not supposed to," Vegeta amended, glancing at Gohan.
"That's okay... Trunks will be here soon enough... Too soon probably, and then we'll be together again..."
Author's Note: That's all folks!~ Review or email at [email protected]