I'll Love You Forever

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Chapter 11:

Goten’s POV

I woke up in Trunks’ arms. Wait…no. I squeezed my eyes shut, desperately clinging to the thought, but it escaped me faster than I could bear. Resignedly, I opened my eyes and sighed.

Kaiyo woke when I shifted. “Morning, Goten,” he murmured in my ear, pressing his chest to my back.

I smiled. “Good morning.”


Trunks’ POV
I buried my head in my hands. The meetings were over for the day, but the paperwork was just beginning. After glancing at my watch, I knew I was in for another late night at work.

I pushed the button on my intercom and ordered tea. After it was brought in, I picked up my pen and began scanning the documents.

Hours later, long after the sun had set and the city lights had flashed on, I leaned back in my chair. “Finally,” I mumbled.
I left my office and the Capsule Corp. main building hastily, not wanting to stay a moment longer. Warm air hit my face when I stepped outside. It was surprisingly warm this early in spring.

“Go ahead, I think I’ll walk tonight,” I told my limo driver.

The warm weather brought many people out from their homes. The sidewalks teemed with even more people than usual, all laughing with friends or family. I felt very overdressed in my suit and tie. Nevertheless, the fresh air cleared my head of the stresses and hassles accumulated through another long day at work.

Now that I stopped and thought…I don’t seem to be the same person I was. My days seem longer, yet I remember less. My bank account is growing, yet my happiness is dwindling. Frowns are more often, smiles rarer. I sighed as I fished my keys from my suit pocket and unlocked the apartment door. Ever since Goten left.

It’s been over a year now. I opened the door and snapped the lights on. The clean apartment seemed cold, as if it blamed me. But for what? For losing Goten? Well, you know what, stupid apartment? You’re not as friendly without him either.

I shook my head to clear the thoughts. I couldn’t allow myself into another depression. I grabbed a frozen dinner and heated it in the microwave. While it warmed, I showered and changed into a loose pair of pants. My suit went into a heap of previously piled suits.

While I ate my dinner, the phone rang. I threw my chopsticks down and snatched it before it finished its first ring. “Hello?”

“Hey, Trunks.”

“Oh, hi Maya.”

I heard her sigh. “Trunks...I’m just calling to ask how you’ve been, nothing else.”

My business-trained part switched on. “Of course, I’m sorry, that was rude of me. So how have you been?”

“I’ve been good, but I wanted to know how you’ve been. Except you’re obviously faking with me again. It’s ok, I just thought I’d call. I’ll talk to you later though, ok? See you later.”

I heard a click and the phone went dead. Maya. My girlfriend. Or should I say ex-girlfriend. Mom has been getting on my case about getting a girlfriend, more precisely, she wants grandchildren. She’s gotten plenty of girls to call me and ask me out. Who wouldn’t want to, though? Trunks Briefs, the sexy, handsome billionaire.

I have usually honored their requests for a date, as I didn’t want my Mom to become too suspicious. After a few times, I’d break off my ‘relationship’ with them. Maya was different, though. She really was genuine. At least I thought so. It didn’t seem like she wanted my money or my body; she was fun to talk to and just be around with. That is, until my Mom butt in with her demands. She pressured and bribed Maya to seduce me, which needless to say did not work. Our friendship has been tense ever since. Still, Maya knows me best…other than Goten, that is.

I hurriedly finished my cold previously-heated frozen dinner and went to bed. There was just nothing to do anymore. I lay under my sheets, staring out the open blinds. There were no stars tonight.

I pulled the sheets down slightly so they came up to my chest and crossed my arms and cradled my head in them. I guess it’s a good thing there aren’t any stars tonight. Goten used to always say you would know someone loved you if you watched the same star at the same time. I hate stars.

How can I like them? I don’t have someone to love me. But I know who I love. Even before Goten left, I knew I was gay. Girls simply did not attract me. Not that I didn’t like them, just didn’t like them that way. I contemplated telling him, but after thinking out the pros and cons as my analytical mind does, I thought up more cons than pros and rejected the idea. I didn’t want to scare Goten out of the apartment.

Oh Goten, where did you go? Do you know the pain I felt, and still feel, when you left so abruptly, tearing from me my one true happiness in you? I had gone to Dende the day Goten disappeared, asking then demanding him to give me the Dragonballs so I could wish you back. He had refused, stating that if you ran away, you obviously did not want to be found. He may have respected your wishes easily enough, but I can not. Not when it’s YOU that’s on the line.

The most puzzling aspect of your disappearance was the lack of ki. No matter how hard I tried, your unique ki signature could not be found. Why would you desert me? Had I hurt you in some way, lagged to give you the respect you deserved? Didn’t you know how much I loved you…and still do?