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Cobwebs by Onyx (PG13)
Title: Cobwebs
Fandom: Dragon Ball Z
Characters: Mirai Gohan, Piccolo
Author on LJ: Unknown
Author Website: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/404634/1/
Why this must be read:
One of the more interesting aspects of DBZ are the various canon timelines, and the future of the Androids is as fascinating as it bleak. One of the most beloved heroes of the series comes from this time – Mirai Trunks. But this is the story of the man who trained him.
Mirai Gohan.
Excerpt: His eyes bore into me for a single moment – earnest, pointed daggers made of the bluest ice
His eyes bore into me for a single moment – earnest, pointed daggers made of the bluest ice. He is beautiful as all young, living things are beautiful, determination giving his face a definite shape, one that suits him. It falls somewhere between Saiyan honor and plain old human stubbornness. Then, I feel my hand impact the back of his head.
Yes, I realize as his eyes cloud over, shock registering in those depthless blue irises before they roll back and are covered by falling lids…yes, he is too beautiful to die here. I catch him with my one remaining arm before he hits the ground, holding him close against myself for a precious moment.
This is the younger brother that I’ll never have. I’m sorry, Trunks…truly. I pray that you’ll never know how sorry. I lay him down on the ground, running a hand reluctantly through the lavender tangle of his hair, remembering as I do so the feeling of a much larger hand, a hand with only four fingers, smoothing my own bangs away from my face so long ago.
Was this how he felt, when he left me for the last time? Did it hurt him this much? Yes, I know it did as I stand here – this much, and maybe even more. I’m sorry now that I was angry with him. He did what he had to, just as I am doing what I have to.
Cobwebs
Fandom: Dragon Ball Z
Characters: Mirai Gohan, Piccolo
Author on LJ: Unknown
Author Website: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/404634/1/
Why this must be read:
One of the more interesting aspects of DBZ are the various canon timelines, and the future of the Androids is as fascinating as it bleak. One of the most beloved heroes of the series comes from this time – Mirai Trunks. But this is the story of the man who trained him.
Mirai Gohan.
Excerpt: His eyes bore into me for a single moment – earnest, pointed daggers made of the bluest ice
His eyes bore into me for a single moment – earnest, pointed daggers made of the bluest ice. He is beautiful as all young, living things are beautiful, determination giving his face a definite shape, one that suits him. It falls somewhere between Saiyan honor and plain old human stubbornness. Then, I feel my hand impact the back of his head.
Yes, I realize as his eyes cloud over, shock registering in those depthless blue irises before they roll back and are covered by falling lids…yes, he is too beautiful to die here. I catch him with my one remaining arm before he hits the ground, holding him close against myself for a precious moment.
This is the younger brother that I’ll never have. I’m sorry, Trunks…truly. I pray that you’ll never know how sorry. I lay him down on the ground, running a hand reluctantly through the lavender tangle of his hair, remembering as I do so the feeling of a much larger hand, a hand with only four fingers, smoothing my own bangs away from my face so long ago.
Was this how he felt, when he left me for the last time? Did it hurt him this much? Yes, I know it did as I stand here – this much, and maybe even more. I’m sorry now that I was angry with him. He did what he had to, just as I am doing what I have to.
Cobwebs