A/N- Okay I know I published the chapter earlier but there was a big mistake I had to fix. Enjoy!
Chapter 12: I've Missed You
My petite hands reached for the window sill and opened the window. A frigid gust of wind entered my room and miniscule specks of ice flew in.
Oh it's snowing alright.
It used to always snow on Cheri's birthday, I think. I can't remember a time when we celebrated birthdays. She told me that birthdays nowadays didn't mean the same thing as they used to. I remember her words.
"A 15 year old like me and 50 year old are no different from each other nowadays. We have the same responsibilities. We care for the same thing. We hope for the same thing. Age isn't a weigh much anymore. We all protect each other the best we can."
Lately I've been detached from everyone. No one wanted to bother me, especially since I had lost 2 people close to me in the span of less than 15 hours.
Its been a while since the passions and I haven't heard from Trunks since. In fact, don't think I've really left the house since then.
I've just had this dissimilar feeling. Trunks seemed to be worried about me but I insisted I was fine and wanted to be left alone. He felt apprehensive about me being alone but let me have what I wanted, solitaire.
Was this a good decision? He seemed genuinely worried. All I've done is push him away. Trunks cares about me.
Now I felt this yearning and didn't know what for. I carefully poked my head out the window. A crisp wind came over me. I found my body climbing onto the roof. In no time, I felt snow piling on me.
For the first time it felt like I could think. And then the thought showed up: I should visit, Trunks. I had to. I missed Capsule Corporation. I missed listening to Bulma talk about her time machine. I missed performing the 'chew attack' with Trunks. Wow, I really missed Trunks.
My pair of boots a coat were awaiting me in my closet. After preparing, I hopped out the window. All I could think about was his voice.
I understand you're going through a lot of emotions.
Are you sure you're alright?
Do you need me to come over?
I know, you've just been distant.
... I really miss you, Hope.
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Ding dong. I rang the doorbell and waited. The temperature was dropping by the second but my saiyan blood didn't let the cold get to me. I heard the mahogany door open and was embraced tightly by Bulma.
The women with a ponytail said into my ear, "Oh have I missed you, Hope." She pulled away and held onto my shoulders. "We don't see you often anymore, don't scare us like that. Come in, come in. Make yourself at home."
For almost an hour, she told me all about the grand model of the time machine and showed me too. I held a miniscule model in my hands.
"Wow, these are incredible. I've really been missing out!" We laughed together. I brought up her son after catching up and helping for two hours.
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