It's Gero's last hurrah. He may be dead, yet his shadow remains, darkening my so-called life. I don't want this. What I want is to be with them, my family.
My first real tears fell the day I put them to sleep, as I watched the cooling liquids freeze their bodies within the glass. I am human once more with an artificially enhanced body that will neither grow old nor tired, unlike my heart which is now both.
I should have asked Bulma to just turn me off. I don't know how much longer I can stand this existence: watching and waiting for my husband and child to waken. They are my life and without them I feel so empty. All I can do is carry on until the day we can be reunited� though I don't know how many centuries of this torment I can take.
I remember the day Bulma-san called, asking Klylyn and I to come meet with her at Capsule Corporation. She was in hysterics, a sobbing mess of hot tears and flushed cheeks upon our arrival. Not knowing the situation, I had thought her foolish for carrying on so. Now I� I understand. I wish I had appreciated her friendship more, while there was still time. Bulma was a true friend and I'm sorry for blaming her afterwards, even if she never knew how I've hated her in my moments of weakness.
Juunana-gou says it is unhealthy to bide my time staring at my beloved. But what else can I do? He tells me the world is ours now, just him and me� forgetting perhaps a handfulGoten bent his head and kissed Trunks again, savoring the moment, every changing pressure of tongue on tongue, the heat and pleasure of Trunks' mouth joined with his. He'd been dying to kiss Trunks all day-finally, they could be alone! His hands slid from Trunk's soft lavender hair, caressing him with the gentle movement of his fingers. One hand curved around Trunks neck just beneath his ear, Goten's palm resting against the slide and play of muscle as Trunks moved his mouth across his. Goten's other hand slid down his arm, only to return as his fingers sought the warmth of his skin beneath the short sleeve of his t-shirt.
"What are you waiting for, Goten? Take off my shirt." Trunks murmured, his lips still not even a breath away from his face.
Goten smiled dreamily, gazing into his love's blue eyes...
"Goten?"
"Hai, Trunks."
"You're daydreaming again, aren't you?" Goten grinned, still imagining how wonderful it would be if they could strip down to their bare skins right then and fly away. Who needs high school, anyway? "Can't you just wait 'til the bell rings? Five more minutes, koi..." Trunks shook his head in mock dismay.
Goten eyed the open window, then the teacher, who was bent over his desk, reading. "No, Trunks... I can't." He grabbed his love's hand, motioning towards the wide blue sky as his tugged playfully. "Let's go."
"Now?"
"Hai. Now."
Leaving their books behind, they flew out the window. survivors, and, of course, the enemy. I believe he is trying to cheer my war-torn spirits, and I thank him for that. However� I just cannot go back to the way things were when we were first reborn. I am not a machine� not anymore.
My brother is fortunate in a way� He has not yet reclaimed his humanity. He doesn't have a heart to break, it seems. So, over the centuries, he carries on without a care for those I yearn for or the loss of our world.
At times I envy him.
If only Klylyn could see me now. I'm not sure whether he'd laugh or cry�I'll actually admit to my humanity, what I know he had always hoped for. It's a shame it took this tragedy for me to come around and truly see. Their loss was the final blow to break the damn� now I'm finally free to fully feel my emotions. Though, mostly these days I'm sad, lonely, and mad at the cruel world as I await his awakening. At least he has always known that I do love him.
As I look upon them, I often think of what it would be like to feel my husband and daughter in my arms once more. It's a good thing Klylyn is strong as he is, I'd probably squeeze the life out of him. And Marron� how nice it will be to have her company again. Human as she is, my daughter has always understood me and� she knows I would do anything for her. Even if it meant I had to stay here and wait a couple thousand years. For her happy smile I'd move mountains.
"Why did you not join them, if you are to be so miserable, sister?"
Juunana-gou, my twin�what he does not understand about the human race is almost unbelievable. To think we were once the same? As I cried there on his shoulder, he did not know how to comfort me. The look of bewilderment upon his stiff, young face, if the circumstances were different, would have been almost comical. When I hugged him tight, he patted my back lightly and said perplexedly, "There, there�" as he had once seen an actor do on the After School Special. "There, there� my sister.."
I couldn't be frozen. There was not a choice in the matter. That's why Bulma was in hysterics� She failed a friend and could do nothing to help me. She was not even completely sure that the cryogenic process would work for ordinary humans, but this was their best chance. The positronic matrix that is my mind would not survive the deep cold and� the rest of what she said is lost on me. I wasn't quite listening as my thoughts turned inwards and I asked myself�
//Could I condemn myself to centuries of hell?//
For my family� I'll do anything. So I am.
I'll continue to live here, at Kami House, with my brother as we watch and wait. Though, I don't think Juunana-gou will last here that long�perhaps another century or two while the world heals� But, for now, we can keep each other company as my family sleeps beneath the cold glass and hope for a better future to come.
