I'll Love You Forever
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Dragon Ball Z › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult +
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Category:
Dragon Ball Z › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
14
Views:
3,324
Reviews:
20
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own DragonballZ, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 3
Nana666 : Thanks for much for your reviews! I'm glad you liked the other story (sorry about the sad ending). I hope the collar idea is explained a bit better in this chapter. If not, let me know! Trunks hacking the university system is just random. I needed him to say something, and I figured Trunks just liked to test himself so he hacked into the university. Again, thanks so much for your review! Review again please :D
To everyone: I know this is short. I had a writing spurt (after reading my first review 'excited') and ended up writing some more.
Chapter 3:
Should I do this?
The question stormed my mind like a thousand winds until I felt dizzy. I thought about Trunks, so pure and…right. I couldn’t taint him with my gay-ness (is that a word?). The answer to my question was clear.
I lowered my head and slipped the cold metal of the collar around my neck. I shivered when it clasped with a click sounding of finality. Immediately, my power level plummeted dangerously low, but it evened out, leaving me weaker than I had expected. But this was the only way. Trunks, or any one else for that matter, would never be able to find me with this low energy level. I could hide in a big city, where my ki could be hidden among the mass of people.
I bent over and picked up the duffel bag. It was much heavier than I remembered it to be. Must be the energy loss affecting my strength.
I rode the elevator to the ground floor. I usually took the stairs since the elevator took so long, but I doubted I could carry my bag and myself down seven flights of stairs faster than the elevator with my low ki.
As soon as the elevator doors opened, I rushed out of the building and hailed a taxi. I had to get as far away as I could as soon as possible in case Tousan or Gohan sensed the ki drop. Or in the unlikely event that Trunks woke up, although he’d probably be too drunk to walk. I felt bad for giving him the headache he’d have in the morning.
“Where to, sir?” the taxi driver asked after I had climbed into the backseat.
“Train station.” It was the easiest way to travel inexpensively.
“Sure thing,” he replied and the taxi began moving.
I craned my neck to try and see our apartment, but it was too high for me to get one last glimpse. A few tears strayed down my cheeks. Couldn’t I be allowed at least one last look at the home I would never return to?
From the darkness of the taxi, I watched the people walking the streets. Some were business men, returning home from a late day at work. Some were bums begging for money or finding shelter for the night. And some were couples, holding hands and smiling secret smiles whose meaning only they knew. The tears kept rolling.
The driver pulled into the train station entrance and I paid my fare.
“Good night buddy,” he said as he drove away.
“Bye,” I whispered, not sure who I was speaking to.
The train station was empty except for a couple security guards and custodians. I walked to the only open ticket booth and scanned the list of departing trains. The one leaving in a few minutes was going to East City. That should be far enough to hide my ki.
I bought a ticket and boarded the train. Other than me, only a few sleeping old men were on the train. Ten minutes later, it pulled out of the station into the bright lights of the outskirts of West City.
With my forehead pressed against the cool glass window, I stared at the passing buildings, each illuminated brightly. The train picked up speed, leaving West City, my home, and Trunks behind. When West City was a small light in the distance, I leaned back and shut my eyes. Silent tears slid from beneath closed eyelids.
PLEASE REVIEW!! I don't think you realize how much reviews mean to me! Just one?
To everyone: I know this is short. I had a writing spurt (after reading my first review 'excited') and ended up writing some more.
Chapter 3:
Should I do this?
The question stormed my mind like a thousand winds until I felt dizzy. I thought about Trunks, so pure and…right. I couldn’t taint him with my gay-ness (is that a word?). The answer to my question was clear.
I lowered my head and slipped the cold metal of the collar around my neck. I shivered when it clasped with a click sounding of finality. Immediately, my power level plummeted dangerously low, but it evened out, leaving me weaker than I had expected. But this was the only way. Trunks, or any one else for that matter, would never be able to find me with this low energy level. I could hide in a big city, where my ki could be hidden among the mass of people.
I bent over and picked up the duffel bag. It was much heavier than I remembered it to be. Must be the energy loss affecting my strength.
I rode the elevator to the ground floor. I usually took the stairs since the elevator took so long, but I doubted I could carry my bag and myself down seven flights of stairs faster than the elevator with my low ki.
As soon as the elevator doors opened, I rushed out of the building and hailed a taxi. I had to get as far away as I could as soon as possible in case Tousan or Gohan sensed the ki drop. Or in the unlikely event that Trunks woke up, although he’d probably be too drunk to walk. I felt bad for giving him the headache he’d have in the morning.
“Where to, sir?” the taxi driver asked after I had climbed into the backseat.
“Train station.” It was the easiest way to travel inexpensively.
“Sure thing,” he replied and the taxi began moving.
I craned my neck to try and see our apartment, but it was too high for me to get one last glimpse. A few tears strayed down my cheeks. Couldn’t I be allowed at least one last look at the home I would never return to?
From the darkness of the taxi, I watched the people walking the streets. Some were business men, returning home from a late day at work. Some were bums begging for money or finding shelter for the night. And some were couples, holding hands and smiling secret smiles whose meaning only they knew. The tears kept rolling.
The driver pulled into the train station entrance and I paid my fare.
“Good night buddy,” he said as he drove away.
“Bye,” I whispered, not sure who I was speaking to.
The train station was empty except for a couple security guards and custodians. I walked to the only open ticket booth and scanned the list of departing trains. The one leaving in a few minutes was going to East City. That should be far enough to hide my ki.
I bought a ticket and boarded the train. Other than me, only a few sleeping old men were on the train. Ten minutes later, it pulled out of the station into the bright lights of the outskirts of West City.
With my forehead pressed against the cool glass window, I stared at the passing buildings, each illuminated brightly. The train picked up speed, leaving West City, my home, and Trunks behind. When West City was a small light in the distance, I leaned back and shut my eyes. Silent tears slid from beneath closed eyelids.
PLEASE REVIEW!! I don't think you realize how much reviews mean to me! Just one?