His fingers ran threw the lavender locks of his hair. The tiredness in his piercing blue eyes showed conflict and pain. How did he get here? "Oh yeah." He grimaced as he settled on the couch of his vacation home in Tokyo. His clothes were wrinkled, and his tie hung loosely on his neck. He let out a sigh as the phone rang. He picked up and replied lazily.

"Hello."

"Trunks sweetie, are you ok?"

He almost slipped with the emotion his mother had in her voice. She genuinely cared about him. He smiled and replied. "I-I'm getting there."

"I just want to remind you that tomorrow's the day you come home. Your sister misses you, and I'm sure your father does to but he won't admit it."

"Yeah, well I miss you all to, but I'm not sure that one month was enough time to get away from what I've been dealing with."

"I know honey, but you're strong like your father. You will be all right I know it. I love you Trunks. I'll see you when you get home."

"I love you to, mom, bye." The phone clicked back into place, and he got up and started to pack his things.

When he got to the airport, he looked down at his ticket. He was nervous. He didn't want to face the face of the boy he had been with all his life. How could he tell him that he was on his mind every second of everyday? How could he tell him he didn't mean to it was just something about the younger boy that made him weak? How could he tell him he stared at him every time he wasn't looking at him? His raven black eyes and hair was what gave him an animalistic attraction, his smile that reduced him to a puddle. He shook his head, trying desperately to think of something else besides his best friend Goten.

He boarded the plane in the first class section. He decided to sleep the whole way home because of the lack of sleep he got on his one-month vacation. In his heart he knew he couldn't stay in Tokyo forever. He was the President of Capsule Corporation after all he couldn't just leave his mother to take care of it for the rest of his live while he hid from the world. As he drifted off into sleep, he couldn't control where his dreams took him.

Trunks woke up to the sound of the plane wheels hitting the ground, and he sighed in frustration. His dreams about Goten were getting more graphic, and he knew it. He didn't want to know what that meant. He just wished these feelings would leave him alone. After he walked out of the plane and into the place where loved ones waited for those who had left them, he sensed a familiar ki passed the crowd and walked passed them to see the smiling face of his mother.

"Mom, I thought-

"I wanted to be here just in case you needed me sweetie. A mom always knows you know." Trunks holding onto her tightly surprised Bulma.

"Thanks for coming mom." He buried his face in her embrace.

Bulma welded up herself but pushed her feelings down. She didn't want to cry hysterically in an airport of people. "No problem Trunks. I wanted to come anyway. I missed my baby boy."

"Mom!"

"Sorry sweetie, I'm just a bit emotional."

On the ride home Bulma noticed her son falling asleep. She noticed the bags under his eyes. She sighed as she brought her hand to her head and rubbed it. She was really worried about him, but he wouldn't tell her what was wrong. He was too much like Vegeta in that way. As she pulled up in the driveway, she shook Trunks awake, which made him cranky.

"I'm sorry Trunks, but we're home. You can sleep all you want today but tomorrow-

"I know I know back to work."

She watched as he got out of the car and headed towards the door to meet his sister Bulla who hugged him. He hugged back and then let her go-to-go inside to his room. As he headed up the hall with his stuff, he spotted his father at the end of the hall coming towards him. He made it to the door of his room but not before his father had to say something.

"You look weak son. You should start training tomorrow."

"Sure thing." As he brought his hand to the knob of his door, his father stopped him with what he said.

"Whatever is occupying your mind, you might as well not resist it. The feeling will become increasingly stronger and stronger everyday."

"Wait! How do you know-?

"Your mother." He walked away without another word to his son.

He certainly had a lot to think about, which wasn't going to help with his sleeping situation. He sighed as he threw himself on the bed, closed his eyes, and drifted off.