I do not own any of the characters or plot of the dragon ball franchises; they belong to Akira Toriyama This was written solely for entertainment purposes. Have Fun! I hope you enjoy this!

The lily-cheeked goddess called the moon had already made her appearance in the expanse above. The stars were roaming across the night sky as the Earth danced on her axis. The end of Bulma's white coat tails fluttered in the soft lavender breeze. Stern black clouds approached from the western heights, imminently holding their angry tears. Bulma nervously brought her chin to her shoulder to see if he was still behind her. His footsteps were unremarkable, as usual. A sigh of relief passed by her lips when she realized that his choppy silhouette was still in view. She was eager to get back to the craft hanger in the east garden. Vegeta silently mocked her with his lack of haste.

"Vegeta, what are you waiting for?"

"Not afraid to be too far away are we?"

"No!"

Bulma turned on her heels. Her hands were firmly placed on her hips. Vegeta's eyes narrowed and he crossed his arms across his built chest.

"You've been working in there all damn day. Your weak human ears are probably playing tricks on you."

"I'm positive."

She strolled off without him along the dark path. He didn't need light to see that her nose was in the air; he could hear it in her voice. He followed her footsteps along the path.

"I'm going to give Kakarott's harpy a piece of my mind…"

"Why?"

The last letter got stuck on her tongue. Her lips curled in intrigue.

"She has filled your head of this nonsense about bandits in Satan City."

"Earth to Vegeta: there was a random brick sitting on our porch this morning!"

"Your brat son did that… I am wowed. A brick. So scary.

"It's just wow-idiot. Say it with me, w-o-w."

"Say this with me, woman. Mass hysteria."

"Just shut up."

Her words echoed against the hollow metal structure. Bulma practically shoved him through the side door of the hanger. She peaked around the dome from behind Vegeta's shoulders before flipping on the hanging yellow lights above. He rolled his eyes at her humid panting breath on his neck. Of all things to fear, it was bandits-not space aliens, mad scientists, or demonic monsters- human bandits made of normal flesh and bone.

"Come…There is nothing here to see."

Her small hands still rested on his shoulder blades.

Meanwhile Trunks pulled his legs tightly underneath one another. He stared at the cover of Treasure Island debating on if the first few paragraphs could lull him to sleep. He batted his thick lashes at the thought of staying awake a few more minutes. He cut his lamp of with clumsy fingers, and he brought the cusp of his comforter to his neck…paying no mind to his cracked door. He had nearly drifted away when the obvious sound found his ears. The loud creak caused his eyes to shoot wide open, but he was sure. It was merely his mother, at least he thought. Then he felt a glimmer in the dark, a spike of energy. It was as minute as the nervous twitch of an eyebrow during a conversation. He shuffled to the other side to peer through the door. A glimpse of violet flashed before his eyes. The patter of soft footsteps trotting down the hall was enough to rouse him to amble out of bed.

"Mom?", he called in a coarse voice. He poked his head just past the thresh-hold of the door.

Trunks looked left, right then left again before he stepped into the hallway. His bare feet were sticking to the cold hardwood floor. A strange swipe of air echoed in the dark as someone dashed by the end of the hallway.

"Bra-chan, why are you awake?"

His voice was tempered with the coarseness of eluded sleep, but a smirk of mischief gnawed at his cheeks.

"Grandma will be looking for a certain little girl… better that she finds you before I do."

He thought he was closing in on her at the end of the hall when he recognized the patter of soft footsteps again.

Two can play at that game.

Trunks began to tip-toed in the opposite direction to back track her through the square of hallways in the compound. His spine straightened, as the realization hit him.

"Bra please come out before dad realizes that you've been wondering around by yourself!", he said in a strained whisper.

He would ease a little bit closer and Bra would make a mad sprint around the corner. A few more moments passed before Trunks tried a different tactic altogether.

"If you get in bed now, I won't tell mom and dad that you've been wondering around…"

Relief flooded his senses after he heard the small girl's bedroom door ease open. Trunks peeped into Bra's bedroom, and she was curled underneath a mound of quilts. He loomed over her small sleeping form in the white canopy bed. Both of his hands were poised by her sides.

"Boo!"

Oh Shit!

Instead of being greeted with the sound of laugther, Trunks witnessed garbling, startled squeals of fear. She indeed had been asleep.

"Shhhh"

Trunks plucked her from the bed, enveloping her in his arms. He flipped the small bed over and quickly scanned the open and clear closet. He was holding Bra so tight that he was squeezing the breath out of her. Bra's shrill cry caused his ears to ring. In a matter of minutes Vegeta blasted through the door.

"What happened?"

Vegeta ripped the five-year-old from her brother's grasp, and she nestled into his shoulder. His brows furrowed as he stared a hole into his oldest child.

"Explain this. Now."

" Dad, there is someone in here…", Trunks whispered. His shimmering blue eyes bounded around the room. Bra looked up at Vegeta with her swollen eyes. Vegeta carefully examined the overturned bed with his perplexed onyx orbs.

"Trunks was hiding behind the door, den he scared me…"

Lines formed on Vegeta's forehead as the face of his son became hollow and glazed over. Bulma casually strolled into the dark room.

"Why are you three in here with the lights out?"

Vegeta brought a single finger to his lip and motioned for her to 'come hither' with his fingertips.

"What?"

Bulma entered the room with a reluctant stoop of the shoulders as if she was trying to be quiet. Vegeta handed Bra over to her mother. Trunks understood his father's silent request all too well.

Stay with your mother and your sister…

Vegeta grasped the French door handle and gave it a flick of his wrist. He seized immediately, as the gears of his brain began to get stuck of their spindles. A small figure was huddled underneath a crimson cloak. The red cape was like scarlet ribbon zipping between Vegeta's legs, yet the assailant made no sound. Trunks dashed away as fast as his legs could carry him. The red shawl teased him, always gliding just a few inches from his reach. The nimble being led him down the hall, to the bottom of the stairs then through the back entrance. They both busted through the back door. Trunks could feel the clotting dirt kicked from his bare heels to the back of his calves. The specter in front of him disappeared in the tall untamed grass as they approached the aircraft hangar. The gales off the storm were bearing down on them as they navigated across the field. Trunks paid little mind to the stinging drops of rain, and he was too caught up to catch the shiver that was lingering in the cool night air. Trunks pushed the sliding side door, but it wouldn't budge. The prints of small boots were traced in the mud just in front of his clear foot prints. The shuffling prints ceased just in front of the entrance. His heel dipped into the soft dirt. He lifted his toes just to see how far they dangled over the edge of the tiny print. He nearly turned back around to get the keys from his mother's office desk back at the compound.

"What am I thinking?", he said shaking his head.

A warm orange light evolved in the palm on his hand, dissolving the lock into nothing in an instant. Trunks pushed the door away with ease and stepped into the hangar. The lights slowly flickered on with the flip of his finger. Bulma's wrenches were hanging neatly on the wall. Even her pens were still in place in a tin can on her greasy metal work bench. All drawers appeared to be intact and in their proper place. A closer examination revealed nothing out of the usual. Trunks briskly looked over his shoulder and his pupils dilated. A whisper, a subtle moan reached his ears. He thought it could have been summoned from the corners of his young imagination.

"Dad? Mom?"

His voice cracked with anticipation. He eased to the entrance of the hangar to step back out into the rain.

"ACHOO!"

The silence was betrayed by a sneeze. Trunks scanned the air above him. The red shawl rippled over the rail of the catwalk. He ducked outside, back into the rain. His ki flowed from his core to the soles of his feet, lifting him from the ground. Trunks rose to the roof of the hangar. His legs were poised for a soft landing. He landed just behind the red hood. His cheeks grew red at the sight of the small green capsule resting in hand under the thick red fabric.

"You're a real piece of work to hide in a little girl's bedroom. Give back what you stole, turn yourself in, and maybe you won't get hurt… Because between my dad and I… you won't stand a chance."

The short figure remained silent before him and only backed away, getting closer and closer to the edge of the roof. Trunks continue to stalk the interloper. He reached to rip the cape away and expose who was hiding underneath.

"Reveal yourself, you coward!"

His voice echoed off of each passing drop of rain. Trunks gasped when a small hand stopped his wrist in its vice grip. The hair stood up on the back of his neck when he caught a glimpse of this stranger's ki flashing before his blue eyes. He threw a startled punch under the hood, landing square in the face. The short figure collapsed onto the ground. A strange muted sound perplexed him and drew him closer to who was underneath. The stranger reached high above their head grasping something unseen. Trunks saw it in flashes of streaking lightening, wielded in their left hand. A rod carved of iron and stone, so thick that it barely fit in their thin fingers. A massive hammer projected far from the other side of their thin waist. The shaft of this mighty weapon was nearly as long as the outsider was tall. His cocky smirk melted off of his face as the massive gavel swung full force at him as if it weighed nothing. Trunks stooped out of the way of the attack. He caught the shaft with both of his hands mid swing. His brows raised as he struggled to hold the weapon back from the sheer force of will of his opponent. The handle of the mallet was jammed into his temple, using his own momentum against him. His legs were swept out from under him in a crack of thunder. The tale of the cape swirled over his head as it flew away from him once again into the wind, heading straight for the open air at the edge of the hanger. A fiery blast of ki was thrown from his hand, but it was deflected into the air by the palm of his opponent. He charged head on, throwing kicks and punches that were being dodged and blocked. Trunks plunged his knee deep underneath the hood. His knee dragged across their sharp ribs. A curdling cry of pain echoed into the night; it mimicked the retching heave of someone who was vomiting. The breadth of the hammer slammed into the side of Trunks' skull, and a veil of unconsciousness almost covered his gaze. A loud blast burned his ears, keeping him from venturing away from reality. He quickly regained his balance and joined his father. Vegeta soaked in the scorching aroma left behind from his blast.

"You don't belong out here boy…"

His words pierced the confidence of his son like a needle through his skin. Vegeta approached the doubled over figure with his arm still stretched out in active threat. His hardened features fell when two small hands of retreat begged him for no more. With a grunt Vegeta pulled the shroud away.

Dark blue eyes peered up at him underneath thick black lashes. A young lady was to be found in the collecting puddle. Her knees were tucked underneath her chin and high cheeks. Vegeta hesitated to act at first. Her large violet poms of silky hair were wobbling with fear; they were tight and neat as if they were just placed earlier that day. Her dangling bracelets shuddered on her shaking wrists. Vegeta grasped her tightly by her boney ankle. She planted a red boot hard into his chest. His eyes fluttered- it actually hurt! Vegeta drug her from reach of her weapon in one fluid motion. She dangled before them in the air upside down. The teenager barely crossed the thresh-hold of being five feet tall. Her shirt hung over her reddening face. Her denim jacket fell to the metal platform below as she thrashed her limbs in the air against Vegeta's grip. Her muscled were tense with frustration.

"Put me down!", she commanded with a firm tongue. Her voice resonated in their chests.

"Well then I suggest that you… Stop. Squirming."

Vegeta shook her at the end of each word. He hoisted her ankle high above their heads. She finally stopped trying to kick his arm off his shoulder. She folded her arms across her chest. A single green capsule clanked on the metal flight deck as it fell from her dainty knee-high boot. Trunks let it roll past him completely unnoticed. His eyes were too fixed on her pursed, pouting lips. Tears settled on her lashes as they tried to escape. Her eyes were like deep blue roses blooming above her cheeks. His frown weakened at the sight of her whimpering. A catch developed in his throat, and his eyes were filled with unfamiliar empathy.

Welcome to chapter 1 of my new series! Thank you for reading. As always your reviews and feedback are extremely important and appreciated. Feel free to PM me.