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Book 4: The Half-Blood Princes	By : DamianTheSnowLeox Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1991 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A Fellow Broken Man

(This whole chapter is pretty much angst... just a warning)

Trunks ran a hand down his face as he walked through the halls. He still felt miserable for ditching Gohan and Goku like that. He knew that Damien would take care of his friend in the way he couldn’t. As he walked, he suddenly ran into a wall “Ouf!” he fell backwards and squinted upwards. It wasn’t a wall.

“Mirai?” A very confused Namekian looked down at him, one of her brow ridges raised questioningly.

Trunks grunted as he stood up and dusted himself off. “Sorry, I was thinking.”

“Hn.” Piccolo crossed her arms “Do that when you’re not walking. On the topic of thinking, have you seen Gohan? I saw him in the field but he suddenly fell over and Goku took him away somewhere. I tried the hospital but he wasn’t there, I was going to try the Gryffindor tower next.” Trunks paled and averted his eyes making Piccolo narrow her eyes “Mirai. You know something.”

Trunks sighed and crossed his arms, still not looking at the Namekian “He’s… with Goku and Vegeta. Th...Their heats... started up…”

Piccolo’s eyes widened “Where is he? How is he? He cut off his bond with me like he normally does during his heats.” at the Namek talked, her voice got higher with worry.

Trunks bit his lower lip “He’s with Vegeta and Goku in R.O.R….” he then mumbled “And… Damien…”

Piccolo’s sensitive ears picked up Trunks’ mumbling and shrieked “H-He’s with Damien?!” the Namekian started pacing rapidly “I-I can’t believe you left him alone with that-that demon!” she turned on Trunks and snarled “Why didn’t you do anything! Why didn’t you tell me?! I’m his bloody mate! I should be there!” she then turned and started towards the stairway but Trunks grabbed her wrist.

“Pic! I-I…” Trunks looked down and shut his eyes. “Goku went to me for help… Vegeta said that Gohan’s body wouldn’t want you as you are…” his lips were pressed into a thin line “I...I couldn’t do it… I couldn’t help him…”

Piccolo turned and frowned “What do you mean? You’re a Beta aren’t you?”

Trunks nodded but didn’t look up or let go of Piccolo’s wrist “I am… But…” he slowly looked up, his eyes starting to brim with unfallen tears “I kept seeing him… I kept seeing my Gohan in my head and…” he shut his eyes and shook his head as he let of of Piccolo’s wrist and put both of his palms to his eyes “I couldn’t disgrace my Gohan’s memory! I loved him and this version of him isn’t going to bring him back!”

Piccolo’s sensitive ears picked up the start of a sob then she lunged forwards and caught Trunks as the teen started to fall to his knees. Trunks gripped Piccolo’s Gi front and started sobbing, his shoulders shaking and tail curled tightly around his waist “Trunks…” Piccolo wasn’t sure what to do. He’d dealt with Gohan crying before but that was usually easily resolved. He had no idea how to help the crying teen demi in front of him.

Trunks hiccupped “I… I can’t fucking doing this… I thought this school would help me forget… That the twins would help me…” he bit his lip as another sob ripped from his throat “I-I can’t!” he head hung down as his back shook “I just fucking… I want to… I want to die… I want to see him…” a low keening noise bubbled from his throat and he sobbed “I see…. I see you and Gohan and… Wonder what my life would’ve been like… If those damn androids didn’t rip away my only happiness…” a dry laugh shook his shoulders “I was so damn tempted to walk up to them and let them kill me… At least I wouldn’t feel like this… Like…” Mirai’s left hand clutched the fabric over his heart “Like I’ve been shot through my heart… Like there’s nothing there… They took it… Just like they took everything...”

Piccolo’s brow creased as she absorbed the knowledge she just heard. She’d seen other’s in this situation so she went through reactions she’s seen and she figured hugging would be appropriate. Hesitantly and carefully, she put her arms around the lavender-haired teen and awkwardly patted his back. The Namekian still wasn’t sure what to say, or if there was anything to say in this kind of situation. She looked up and realized they were still in a hallway. Piccolo looked back down and murmured softly “Come on, do you want to talk to Bardock? He could relate to you on a personal level and we won’t be in the middle of a hallway.” Trunks sniffed then nodded slowly. Piccolo carefully helped Trunks stand then she led him to where she knew the Saiyan’s personal quarters were. When they got to the door, she knocked with her knuckles.

“One-One moment!”

They both heard some thuds then the door opened to a ruffled looking Bardock “Hey, what can-” he blinked at Trunks then said quietly “Come in.”

The two of them walked in and Piccolo sat Trunks on the Saiyans bed before pulling the pure-blood Saiyan aside “I thought I should bring him to you seeing he’s a Saiyan and a time traveller like yourself.” she glanced at Trunks who had his head bowed but both of them could smell the salt from the falling tears. Piccolo looked back at Bardock “He’s upset about Gohan, the one from his time. He was killed and if I remember correctly, he thinks it’s his fault. They were lovers.” she crossed her arms tightly and looked down then shook her head “I don’t really have dealings with this kind of emotion. I thought perhaps because you lost Toma you could sympathise with him or something. I… I’m not good with this kind of thing. Being sensitive on this topic.”

Bardock nodded “I understand. You may stay if you wish.” he then walked over and sat down next to Trunks, his arm going around his shoulders “Hey, do you want to talk Trunks? Sometimes talking about what hurts helps. It’s hard to find someone to spill your heart out to but I’m all ears cub.”

Trunks stared down at nothing then he whispered “How do you do it…?”

Bardock sighed and rubbed Trunk’s arm “To be honest… I drink. I even made my own brew since the shit on this planet isn’t strong for what I want.” Trunks sniffed and Bardock patted Trunk’s thigh with his other hand “Were you bonded?”

Mirai shook his head “No… We didn’t know what that was but we weren’t. We didn’t have tails back then.”

Bardock hummed and nodded “I see. Be glad you weren’t. Being alive when your bonded mate is dead is… It’s maddening.”

Trunks looked up with a confused expression “Maddening? What do you mean? You look and seem sane to me as far as Saiyans go.”

Bardock grimaced and sighed heavily “I’m still affected by it cub. Three years now and I still feel that hole in my heart, soul and mind.” he put a hand on Trunks heart “You may think what you feel is like your heart being ripped out but…” he shook his head “Nothing is like having someone who you were one soul with ripped from you.” he smiled tiredly “But I do understand the heartache you feel. Losing a loved one is never easy. Even my own Father and Carrier. What a Saiyan loses a family member or friend they deeply cared about, it can impact their mind. My Father was executed when he went mad after his mate was murdered in his sleep. So, to keep myself from doing stupid shit I keep myself busy.” he looked up and mumbled “Some of us turn to sex to forget. It eases the pain.” he chuckled “I’ve probably slept with over thirty people here in this dimension by now. It’s a good thing us Saiyan’s are immune to sexual diseases. But,” he looked back at Trunks “You don’t need to do that. I turn to drink and sex because I will go mad if I don’t. And… now I have something to live for. My cub, Toma’s cub.” He closed his eyes and a blissful smile graced his lips “And now a Grandson, three of them from the sound of it. A newborn pure-blood Saiyan cub. Something to give my life new meaning since Vegeta was too young to fully know everything about our culture.” he looked back at Trunks “Do you see what I’m saying cub?” he patted his knee “Find that something to make you keep fighting, keep going.” he smiled wryly “I don’t think drinking and whoring yourself around would do you any good, you’re young. But sticking to those twins you seem to like,” he pokes Trunk’s forehead “They seem to me like your life line right now. Stick to that lifeline as long as you can and you won’t feel like shit all the time. Trust me, you don’t want to wallow in self pity.” he rubbed his neck and looked down “I have to go through that without my say between two to four months for a day or two. It’s not fun to be suicidal or cry your eyes out for a whole damn day.” he kissed Trunk’s temple and rubbed his arm “If you need someone to talk to more, or if you wanna keep talkin, you know where to find me. Alright?”

Trunks kept staring at the ground before he sniffed and rubbed his nose “Yeah… Thanks… I-I needed that…” he looked at the time and bit his cheek “Cou...Could I stay here? Just for the night I mean…”

Bardc smiled crookedly but warmly “Yeah, yeah sure you can cub.” he looked at Piccolo who was stating against a wall and looking down “You can leave if you want Piccolo.” Piccolo nodded then walked out the room. Bardock looked back at Trunks then said “You can get comfy. You want a night cap?”

Trunks tilted his head “Night cap?”

Bardock chuckled then went over to his liquor cabinet and poured two glasses of his home brew. He walked back over to Trunks and handed his a glass of the dark liquid “Drink up. It’ll help ya sleep.”

Trunks took the glass hesitantly then gulped it down and shuddered. It wasn’t that bad till a couple seconds later and whatever the drink was hit him like a truck. “W-Whoa…”

Bardock chuckled as he knocked back a second glass “Yeah, this shit’ll knock ya on yer ass!” he took off his shirt then gruffed “Well? Gonna sleep in yer clothes?” The man was already reverting back to how he talked back on Planet Vegeta the alcoholic drink was so strong. Trunks shook his head then stood up and took off his shoes, socks then shirt and pants, leaving him and the other Saiyan in their boxers. Bardock pulled back the covers and grumbled “Get comfy, be right back.” he then left and closed the door to the bathroom.

Trunks sniffed and looked around, blinking slowly as he looked but didn’t absorb his surroundings. He saw a piece of red fabric sitting on the nightstand so he crawled over and picked it to look at it. Mirai sniffed it then frowned when he smelled the metallic tang of blood.

“What’re you doin.”

Trunks looked up “Huh?”

Bardock walked over and snatched the fabric from the teens hands. He gripped it tightly and growled “Don’t touch it.” Trunks looked sad and he looked down into his lap. Bardock sighed then sat down next to the demi “Sorry… I just don’t like people touchin this… It’s all I have left next to what’s left of my armor.”

Trunks looked back up “It smells like blood but… not yours. Who’s is it?”

Bardock smelled it then sighed “Toma. This was my oath to avenge his death. But now, I have been told Frieza is dead. Killed by our cub.” he smiled “Toma can rest in peace knowin his lil Kakarrot is such a strong warrior and killed the Saiyan race’s most powerful enemy.”

Trunks nodded then got comfy on the furs on his back. “Thanks by the way...” the demi-Saiyan said softly as Bardock got comfy in his bed.

“Hn? Oh, yeah. Of course cub.” he waved his hand and the lights turned off. He chuckled then said “You don’t mind if i’m a cuddler right? I tend to do that.”

Trunks blushed then curled into Bardock’s chest “No, I… I think I’d prefer it.”

Mirai could feel Bardock’s chest bounce as the man chuckled again “Alright, good to know.” Bardock then hugged Trunks and kissed his head “Sleep well cub, I’m right here if ya need me.”

Trunks nodded and snuggled into the man’s body more, “Okay… Thanks again…. Good night…” He stared at blackness for a while and before long, he knew Bardock was asleep. Feeling a wave of sadness roll over him again, he bit his lower lip as he choked back a sound. Trunks curled up more into Bardock and hugged the man as he cried himself to sleep.
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