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Celebrity Trunks

"The nightmare ends now!" the Saiyan half-breed, Trunks, called out as he fired the fatal shot at a very surprised Imperfect Cell.

"This can't be!" Cell called out as he tried to deflect the beam as he hovered above Trunks. "How can you be so strong?! It's impossible! No!" Cell was vaporized down to the last cell in the energy beam.

"It's over. It's finally over."

With the defeat of Cell the future is saved, but with the Z Fighters dead in the wake of the Androids, the only person left to defend the Earth from any future threat is Vegeta's son, the half-Saiyan Trunks. With no immediate dangers lurking over the horizon the only thing Earth has to look forward to in the future is the peace it has long sought. Even with the prevailing peace, however, Trunks knows that danger can strike at anytime and though he enjoys the peace that ensues from his victory, he still continues to train.

It has been several months since Trunks returned from the past and defeated the Androids and Cell. Doing nothing but training constantly in the wake of this peace, his mother, Bulma, has decided its time for an intervention.

Bulma and Trunks sat quietly at the dinner table. Trunks had just come in from a four hour training session to eat dinner. As in the past, he will return for another four or five hour training session before going to bed. In the morning he will train again while she cooks breakfast, only to break long enough to eat before going back. It drove Bulma crazy watching her son continue to live as if the war was still raging. Trunks had always finished eating long before Bulma. Today was no different.

"Thanks for dinner mom," Trunks said as he headed for the door.

Bulma couldn't take it anymore. She rose from seat, slammed her hand into the table, and shouted, "Hold it right there mister!"

Trunks screeched to a halt and sheepishly turned around to look at his mother.

"Sit down. I'm not done yet."

"Yeah, but—"

"Sit!"

"Yes ma'am." Trunks sat back down in his seat looking like a kid who got caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

They sat in silence for a few moments while Bulma continued to eat and gathering her thoughts. "Trunks, I'm worried about you," she said.

"What do you mean? There's nothing to worry about anymore. The Androids and Cell are gone."

"That's just it. There's nothing for you to fight. There's no world that needs to be saved. You did your job. You've earned your rest, but you keep going on like there's a battle to be fought."

"I know, but I want to stay in top condition in case something else happens."

"And what if nothing happens? You're only young once, Trunks. Enjoy it while you can."

"Well, I guess I can go to the beach or something."

"That's a good idea. The beach will be full of eligible young girls. You won't have any trouble finding a girlfriend."

"Mom!" Trunks says as his cheeks blush red.

Instead of training after dinner, Trunks packed for a trip to the beach. He had never packed for any kind of trip before so wasn't sure exactly what he should bring. The thought of getting away was both frightening and soothing. He was excited to get away and enjoy the life he had fought so hard to have, but was nervous at the same time. It was, after all, something new, entirely different from what he was accustomed to. During the battles with the Android, Trunks had learned to sleep with his worry and became a light sleeper. This was his first restless night in years.

The next morning Trunks piloted a hover car to the west coast, ready to a relaxing day the beach. What he found took him aback. A resort had sprung up on the beach depicting none other than the savior of the world, Trunks Briefs. The resort sign flashed Trunks' Getaway and his face was plastered virtually everywhere. A sweat drop fell behind Trunks' head. Wow, Trunks thought, I guess mom was right, I don't get out enough. I had no idea this was here. Well, I guess this is as good a place as any. I just hope I don't get mobbed.

Trunks parked in the Trunks' Hotel Parking Lot and went to the check-in counter. Looking around to see nothing but his own face staring back at him, Trunks was having second thoughts. As soon as he walked through the front doors of the lobby headed turned and voices shouted, "Oh my god! It's him! It's Trunks!" Trunks suddenly found him self surrounded by beautiful women screaming his name and grasping for him. Trunks was quickly backed into a wall. "Trunks!" a voice called out. "Up here!" Trunks looked at the staircase across the hall and saw a man standing at the top landing, waving him over. Using the bukujutsu technique, Trunks levitates into the air safely out of reach of prying hands and dashes to the landing. The mob of girls tried to follow him, but the base of the staircase was guarded by several bouncers. "This way," the man said, motioning Trunks to follow him. Trunks did so. The man led Trunks to an elevator and inserted a key.

"Thank you Mister—uh—" Trunks said.

"Dinero," the man concluded. "It is a pleasure to finally meet you Trunks."

"What is all this? Why is my name and face everywhere?"

"Just a little something to say thanks to the one that saved the world. You're a hero Trunks. It's the least we can do."

"This really wasn't necessary."

"Nonsense. I, uh, thought that eventually you'd find your way here, so I prepared."

"Prepared?" This put Trunks on edge.

"That's right. I have a special cabin built just for you." The elevator finally stopped and opened to an underground parking lot. "It's located just on the western boarder of the resort where you'll be waited on hand and foot while you stay here."

"Really? That's great. Wait-a-minute. How much is that going to cost?"

"It's a steal at only a thousand zenny a night!"

"A thousand zenny!" Trunks exclaimed as he fell from shock.

Trunks paid the seven thousand zenny for the seven nights he decided he would be staying. He was taken to the cabin by hover car. On the outside it looked like a normal cabin with nothing special about it and he started to question his buy. However, the inside was completely different. It was beautiful, coated with nice furniture, fancy paintings, some of which depicted Trunks and Gohan. The inside literally tried to look like a palace, and coming pretty close to it. In the kitchen were cooks preparing the evening meal while maids kept the cabin in order. Wow, Trunks thought. This is my cabin? No way. This isn't a cabin, it's a palace. This was well worth the money. Trunks was ushered to his room and unpacked. He decided to check out his little mansion before setting off to the beach. The place was like a maze to Trunks and was definitely built for more than one person. Trunks spent most of the day just walking around his personal house and getting to know the crew. He found it quite strange that there was no training room of any kind. He was even a little disappointed. Well, he did come here to relax, and that's what he intended on doing. The sun was going down so he'd really start his vacation tomorrow. With all the commotion of the day, Trunks had nearly forgotten to call Bulma to let her know that he would be gone for several nights instead of just a day. The last thing he wanted was for her to worry.

The next day Trunks put on his bathing suit and left for the beach. Though he was on private land, people gathered not too far from the boarders. He entered the water and noticed people begin to gather around the boarder of the land boundary. Wow, Trunks thought, a sweat drop appearing behind his head. I didn't know I was so popular. He dove under water and swam into the ocean, far away from the shore, beach, and crowd. He thought he could find peace in the deep sea. Being such a good and natural fighter, he was able to hold his breath for minutes at a time and when he came to the surface for air, he was far from shore. He floated on the surface of the water, closed his eyes and relaxed for the first time in years. He had no worries. There were no Androids, no Cell, nothing. He was at peace.

He floated for quite some time, staring up into the sky. He was thinking about his adventures in the past, fighting side by side with Earth's Defenders, his father and the legendary Goku. It was quite a time. Then his peace was disturbed by a large boat; a yacht. He waded in the water and looked up to the deck. Lining the side were beautiful girls in swimsuits. They dropped a ladder and urged Trunks to climb up and join them. Confused, Trunks climbed up the ladder. Everyone was drinking and dancing, easily managing to make Trunks a little uneasy. The girls were acting very wild and not letting him leave their sight or side for a second. They were giving him drinks, holding on to him and trying to kiss him any place their lips could land. They begged him to show some feats of strength that he used to save the world and since Trunks was so nervous at this point, he was planning to try and use this opportunity to leave. He walked to the front of the deck, pointed his hands into the air and fired a huge ki blast that flew several hundred feet in the air and exploded like a fire cracker, creating a bright light of red and white energy. When the light cleared and the girls looked to where Trunks was, he was gone. They called for him as they looked about, but Trunks was already heading back for his cabin. So much for rest, he thought. With all these girls chasing me, I'll never be able to relax. But maybe that's what I need, someone to talk to. Maybe spending time with one wouldn't hurt. I just can't handle that many.

So Trunks' vacation began, but it looked like he would be doing more running than resting. Being a world hero seemed to have its drawbacks, but maybe he can get used to them. Stay turned for the next episode of Dragon Ball TA.