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CHI-CHI!?

“PA!!” tries to cover self, though fails miserably. ”what are you doing here?”

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Other than looking down and staring at the boy, Cell had been unmoved by the child’s impact.

“...What are you doing?”

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“Easy, big guy. I don’t wanna hurt you. And you know I can.”

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It was still raining.

It was still raining, and he was still lifeless. Limp in Trunks’ arms; cool to the touch where once there would have been immeasurable warmth. The fourteen-year-old is exhausted, weary to the bone from the shock of his body suddenly going super Saiyan. Whereas once he would have carried the elder easily now his body sags, dipping every now and then as fatigue sank claws deeper and deeper into the youth.

It was still raining, clothes saturated. Rain is not the only thing to dampen him though, red smeared across him. Leeched into his clothes to paint a gory picture. The blood is not his, but none the less it is a disturbing depiction as he shivers. A desperate fight to keep tears back, one likely only won by how drained he is. By how he has been so fundamentally broken, pieces of him lost never to be retrieved.

It was still raining when he arrived at the mountainous home, perhaps ironic given the distance he has travelled to get here. The world weeps where he cannot, pathetic fallacy filling in the numb cracks where the hybrid cannot feel anymore. All he knows, all he can do, is throw his shoulder against the door of the home his mentor grew up in. Reason blotted out by shock and loss. A meek cry of-- “H-help...” As he drops the body he has carried this far, sinking to his knees beside it.

It was still raining, and Gohan was dead.

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