Nearly 12 months had passed since Trunks returned home from his last trip to the past. There he told them of how he was able to destroy the androids, including Cell. Even while he was there he helped them out with all sorts of new troubles. Which helped made him stronger in mind and body. Now the stronger, older, and wiser Trunks was back in his own time, again. The world was being rebuilt, but there was still a long way to go. Capsule Corp too, was being rebuilt; they had begun manufacturing capsules again, a couple of cars and trucks, some home goods as well. Things that would help the world grow. Trunks's home, the place he grew up in, with fear, was no longer. Now, there was only peace, peace all around.

"Trunks!? Trunks? Where are you?" his blue eyed mother yelled from one side of the complex. Her hair long and pulled back into a tight low pony tail, she clothes covered with grease from her latest experiment, an attempt to help rebuild the world, as she began searching the house for her son. "Geeze, where is that boy, he saves the world and now he thinks he can just do whatever it is he wants. He said he'd help me move some things from underground back to my nice new work shop. Damn you Vegeta! You have a head strong boy running around wild and I blame you!" Bulma said out loud, as if Vegeta could hear her. She missed him, she really did. She missed all of them. It had become lonely and quiet, in a way, since they all passed.

Bulma, found her way to the upstairs living quarters. She could see that no lights where on, but she knew where he son was. She stepped out onto the top balcony, of Capsule Corp still searching for her only son, Trunks. Bulma's long blue hair swayed in the wind as she glanced up to see her son sitting quietly on the roof above. He looked so lonely. His eyes looked empty his soul was missing something. He had looked so happy in the days following his return from the past. But as the months went on, she could see a longing in him, longing he may not have even noticed.

"Trunks, you ok up there?" Bluma asked with concern. Her eyes fixated on her son. He was wearing his training clothes, dark grey sweat pants and a black tank top, yet he was missing his shoes.

Trunks was snapped out of his own head with her words. "Huh...Oh yeah. Hey Mom. I'm fine, just watching the sun set." He spoke as he shifted his eyes down to her then back at the sun. His arms wrapped around one knee, the other leg straight out, his eyes now fixated back on the sun, staring blankly into the coming night, as if it would hold some deep dark answer he'd been seeking. "What did you need Mom?" He asked in a low tone.

"Oh…nothing son, nothing really I just…" She paused for a moment to take in the last of the sun's rays. Her mind went back to a simpler time, before the Androids, before she had even gotten pregnant with Trunks. She and Vegeta had sat on that very porch, he was still healing from another gravity room explosion, and they watched the sun set in that same sky. She recalled, glancing at Vegeta and catching him in a rare moment of sheer enjoyment, of peace. That evil scowl was gone; his eyes were no longer hard and cold, but illuminated by the sun. He even dared to grace his own face with a smile of contentment. That is when she first realized that she loved him. For everything he was, for everything he wasn't.

She let out a sigh for that long forgotten night. As she looked back at her son, she began think. With a little smirking blush on her face. "Oh Vegeta …" she thought as she tried to push back the memory of their passion on that night. There passion that lead them to Trunks. Come to think of it, it much like this one, years and years ago that she had last been with Vegeta, in their sweet passion play.

"Mom?" Trunks looked down as his mother, as she was deep in thought, still blush on her face. He couldn't figure her out sometimes, what was she blushing over? "MOM!" he shouted. Bulma blinked as she turned her face to look her son in the eye. "Mom, what is it? Did you need me for something?" He only said this because he wanted to be alone. He wanted to be lost in thought over his own unending pain again.

"Well aren't you a bit testy tonight Son. Who built you a time machine and took care of all your wounds when you got into fights with those stupid androids? Hmmm?" She naggingly commented.

"Uhhh umm…Sorry Mom." Trunks lowered his head as he jumped down to the balcony his mother was on. He had gotten so much taller in that hyperbolic time chamber, back in the past. He had even grown while in the past without the time chambers help.

"Trunks, I'm not mad, I'm just…." She paused she wasn't sure how to say this without hurting her only sons feelings. "I'm just, are you happy?" she blurted out. Trunks's eyes got big; he was taken aback by this question. "I can see emptiness in your eyes trunks. I just want you to be happy. You are lonely aren't you?"

Once again he looked back at the sun which was nearly gone, as the first stars began to glow. "Yes." He said in a low blunt tone. There was no denying it there was no changing it. "But there's more to it, Mom. I feel as though I'm the only one…the only one that has to hold the world on his shoulders." He had finally said it out loud. Ever since he had returned home he felt this great pain, this burden, he had no one that could relate to him. No one he could really talk to. His mother understood slightly but she was not a fighter, she didn't know what it really felt like to be the only person in the solar system that was strong enough or brave enough to even attempt saving the planet. And without him, Earth was doomed. He felt that obligation, that very devastating obligation all over his body, in his mind, and even in his soul. He has taken up the habit of training nearly 16 hours a day 7 days a week. Just to be prepared, for anything. He had learned a lot from his past father, he'd learned that you must always be prepared even in times of peace.

Bulma was shocked, she knew her son was lonely, she was lonely, but she never even conceived of the thought that her son felt the weight of the world on his own shoulders, even if she had, she never expected him to be stressed or even depressed over it.

"Oh Trunks, my dear Son." She put her arms around his strong muscular body. "I never knew, I'm so sorry. I wish I could help you my dear. If only there were a way for you to have some comrades like Goku had, if we could only bring them all back." Her eyes wandered off for a moment at the thought of everyone being back, including Vegeta. What would the world be like? She pondered.

He pulled away from her as he went to lean on the railing of the balcony. "What am I to do Mom?" he asked pathetically.

Bulma placed a hand on his back, and she took his face in her other hand and turned it to face her. "Well Son…get a girlfriend!" she spoke with such joy and excitement that she nearly surprised herself.

"MOM!" He shouted while blushing.