Title: Love is a Cure
Pairing: Goten x Trunks
Written by: camteen17
Published by: GotenBoner.com
I am in my room, with my curtains drawn and my lights off. I just sit on my bed and stare off into space. For this had become a normal routine. I would come home from school and then sit on my bed and daydream. I would snap back to reality and then do my homework until I passed out from exhaustion. Today was no different.
I had just fallen asleep and was having a nightmare. I was put up against Super Buu by myself. I looked around for Trunks, but he was off to the side. He took a fighting stance, and I followed suit. We began our fight as punches and kicks flew through the air. He landed one on my stomach and then it went downhill from there. He beat me into the ground and then beat me into a crater in the ground. He started to charge, then shot an Antenna Beam at me. I couldn’t move and watched in horror as it shot closer to me. It hit me and I screamed as it started to tear away my skin. I was being murdered and no one tried to save me. As my life faded away I heard my best friends voice say “I always knew he was weak”
I awoke in a sweat and with a yell. My father came into my room with a worried look.
“Are you alright!? I heard screaming so I came to check on you” he said walking over to my bed.
“Yeah I’m okay. Just a lot of things on my mind” I said rubbing the back of my head.
“Care to talk about it?” He asked sitting down.
“Well, ever since we got to middle school, Trunks has been a part of the popular group and has forgotten about me since then” I said as my eyes welled up with tears.
“Goten, that happens sometimes. We just have to accept the fact that not everyone stays forever. But if anything is very bothering you, you can come to Gohan, your mom, or I. Now I’m going to go back to bed. Good night Goten” he said hugging me.
“Good night dad” I said as I hugged back.
He left and my happiness left too. He is the only one I can talk to. My mom hates me. Gohan, I’m pretty doesn’t doesn’t want me to be his brother. Trunks and the Briefs family have forgotten about me. The rest of the family friends have also lost contact with me. I seem to have left behind by all except my dad, because he has to work to feed me.
I lay back down, and try to get more sleep. But the same nightmare kept recurring in my mind. I would wake up, lay down, sleep, wake up, and repeat. Needless to say, I didn’t get much sleep that night.
My alarm clock went off and I threw it against the wall. I got up and walked to the shower. I turned the water on, and I started stripping. I noticed my hair was messy and knew it was going to be a pain to brush today. I stepped into the shower and let the warm water cascade down my body. I hadn’t trained in a while so I have lost some muscle definition. I started to soap up my body but when I got to my chest, I was disgusted. I wasn’t as perfect as anyone I knew. My abs weren’t as noticeable and my pecs had lost some size. I was just mad that I let myself get this far behind on my training. But then again, no one would train with me, and the only training room is at Capsule Corp.
I’m not going to capsule corp since no one there remembers me. In fact the only who ever remembers I ever existed is my father. My mother and my father constantly fight and he often ends up locked out of the house. I hate my mother, and with plenty of reasons. I hate her because she abuses me, she yells at my father, she is a hypocrite, and she is cheating on my father without him knowing. I’m sick of her perfect mother and wife charade.
But what can I do? I am her son. Who will people believe a mother who is known to be loyal and trustworthy, or a teenager who is known for being very childish? I just sit in my room and wait for the sun to rise. For today will be the last day of school for the year, and I am determined to let people know what they have done to me, since its Senior year.
I can’t wait to tell off that purple headed douche bag. He and all those other assholes and bitches. Whether or not they care is up to them. I am the valedictorian, in order to make my mother pleased, but it was quite tricky to maintain.
As the sun rose I grabbed my homework and prepared my bag. I had long since gotten out of the shower. I have decided to skip breakfast in an attempt to stay skinny. I had gained a bit of fat, which saiyans have barely any of. But I got an incoming call from Trunks believe it or not.
You call me a bitch like its a bad thing. You Call A Freak, like that means something.
My phone blared.
“What do you want? You haven’t called in a while, so you must want something” I said angrily.
“Goten, look, I’m sorry. I didn’t want to lose communication, but the fans didn’t want me hanging around you. So I didn’t want to let them down” he said.
“You think that’s an apology!? I have suffered through hell for 4 years, because you didn’t want to disappoint people that were just using you. My parents have been nearing divorce, I have no friends in this school, and plan on telling everyone how I felt. Now that you’re here I can tell you in person” I said inwardly letting all my anger out.
“Goten, I’m sorry. I didn’t know things were so bad. And how do you feel about me?” He asked
“You are the most egotistical and self centered asshole I have ever met. You are so selfish you couldn’t defend me when I couldn’t. You have been the worst friend ever and there have been serial killers in the world. At least they treated their victims like they mattered. I didn’t matter to you, I probably still don’t. I matter to no one, but I don’t care. After today, I’m leaving and no one will even care” I yelled into the phone.
“Goten, that’s not true. You matter to me, you matter to all of us. Everyone will care if you go” he said
“Its a bit too late for that. I’m going so I guess the last time you’ll see me is at school” I said hanging up.
I knew today was going to be good. Just not this good. Trunks was begging for my forgiveness, was this my birthday!?
Author’s Note: This is the first chapter of the first pairing I ever wrote about. I Hope You Enjoyed It. Until Next Time