Poisoned Hearts

Chapter 17: 3 days until...

The tournament was but a few days away, and everyone was happy and excited...Except, it seemed, for Mirai. In the past weeks, He had moved out back into his capsule home, leaving Gohan to play Superhero with the vixen, Devil...sorry, Videl. To Mirai's knowledge, Gohan hadn't even noticed he was gone yet...or didn't care. He never heard from him, he wouldn't call, Even though Bulma had given Gohan Mirai's new number. As Mirai laid, exhausted from training all day, his stomach growling it's protest to Mirai not having eaten all day, Goku's words couldn't help but plague Mirai's mind. Gohan was too young for him. Videl was better for Gohan than he was. Videl was pretty, smart, and could fight. Besides...she'd get along better with Chichi than Mirai ever could. This tournament would show Gohan what he was missing...it would if it Killed Mirai!.

Gohan sighed, sitting on his bed, looking out the apartment window he and Mirai had once shared. He laid back down, unable to sleep, his hand rubbing at the sheets where Mirai had once laid. He missed him so much. But Mirai was out training for the tournament...like he himself had been. He was afraid for Mirai, afraid he'd hurt himself. But it was too late to call him. He was probably sleeping out cold on his bed, unaware that Gohan even existed at this moment. He couldn't help but wonder if Mirai even remembered him now. It seemed so long ago when he left. But his father, and Vegeta both advised him to not chase after him, that he'd be fine. He now spent more time with Videl, which would annoy Mirai when he came back...if he came back.

Hundreds of miles apart from each other, both Demi-Saiyans looked at their phones, deciding whether to try and call their lover, just to tell them that they still loved them...or to wish them luck in the tournament...or not to do anything. Standing they walked to their phones, and picked up the receiver. Ready to punch in the numbers they knew all too well, they both sighed, and put the receiver back down, walking back to their beds. Sighing they looked out their windows, tears threatening to fall from their eyes. Speaking in soft voices, not to anyone but themselves, they spoke softly, sending their prayers to their Kami.

"It's too late...He's probably asleep now...I hope he's ok...Kami I miss him so much...watch out for him...keep him safe...I want to see him again....sooner or later...hopefully sooner. I hope we can fight in the tournament. Or if not I go first so he can see how strong I've become...for him...I wonder...who would win now...him or me? I guess we'll find out soon. Damn I can't sleep...these will be the longest few days...even longer than when trunks got sick..."

"Mirai...I love you so much...come back to me please..."

"Gohan...damn...I wish I had more drugs..."

Dende sighed, his eyes closed as he turned away, He couldn't watch anymore. Looking at Piccolo, who was busy meditating, he sighed, unable to figure out how he could be so heartless at a time like this. He knew he could hear them, he could see them, but he turned a blind eye to the world so long ago. At least he was joining the tournament. Maybe there he could help...if he could.