I'm back peoples. I know I Haven't written anything in a long time, but, that's changing now. This is a kind of messed up fic. Mainly because the pairings are Trunks/ Bra, and a bit of Goten/Pan. Don't like it, don't read, because I don't want nasty reviews about the pairing.

This chapter:

Bulla: 5

Pan: 5

Goten: 8

Trunks: 9

Summary: Trunks and Bulla were sent off on their own when the Plutonians attacked their planet. The two siblings were caught and put into slavery. With their parents dead is there any hope for them? Will anyone save them from this fate, or with they realize that the only people they need are each other?

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN ANY DRAGONBALL MATERIALS. THE SHOWS BELONG TO TOEI ANIMATION BUT THIS FAN FIC IS MINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AND ONE DAY I WILL OWN DRAGONBALL Z AND NO ONE WILL STOP ME BWAHAHAHAHA!!!!

Enjoy the story.

It was a cold night, the night sky was clouded by the smoke arising from one of the many cities that have been destroyed. On a hilltop overlooking the burning city was a group of people, watching the destruction.

There were four small children in the group. One, a purple haired boy who looked around the age of nine, holding the hand of a small blue haired girl who looked five. Next to her was a dark haired boy, who looked the same age as the purple haired boy, and finally, a dark haired girl about the same age as the blue haired girl, was clinging to the darker haired boy. She looked up at him, then turned her attention to one of the men.

"Grandpa, what's happening?" the five year old asked. A spiky haired man looked down at her, forcing a small smile.

"Don't worry, Pan. We'll take care of it." he said gently. He then turned to the dark haired boy. "Goten, I want you to look after your niece while we are gone."

"I will." the young boy said, standing tall and proud. Goku smiled down at his son and granddaughter before turning to his wife.

"Chichi, no matter what happens, I love you, more than anything." he said, picking her up and hugging her. The small, dark haired woman wrapped her arms around her husbands neck, tears slipping from her eyes.

"I love you too, Goku. Please, be careful, and don't try getting killed."

"I won't." and with that, Goku and Piccolo lifted up into the air. Vegeta turned to his mate and children, a grim look on his face. He wasn't good at goodbyes, he never was. He embraced his wife, hugging her tight.

"Bulma, I- I love you. More than I can ever let show." he said, then turned to his children. The girl, Bulla, went up to him and reached up. Carefully, Vegeta lifted her up, and motioned for his son to come to him. Trunks did as told, and felt his fathers arm go around his shoulders. "I love you both. Trunks, watch over your sister, and when your mother tells you too, I want you to run as far and as fast as you possibly can, but do not get separated, hear me?"

"Yes sir." Trunks replied, not letting his tears escape his eyes. He wanted to be strong like his father. Vegeta set his daughter down, patted his sons shoulder, looked at his wife one final time, and took off into the night, praying he would be reunited with his family again soon.

Bulma watched Vegeta until she couldn't see him any longer, then turned to her two children. Trunks looked up at her with worried eyes, and Bulla was looking out at the burning city.

"Mom, what's going on. Please tell me." Trunks said, using the arm he wasn't holding his sister with to grab his mothers hand. Bulma sighed and squatted down so they were eye level.

"Some bad people have come, and they want you, your sister, Goten, and Pan." Bulma said, her eyes flickering to the niece and nephew sitting on the ledge of the cliff, holding onto one another. She looked back at her children about to speak once more, until she heard a loud blast. The blue haired woman stood up and looked around, her senses telling her something was very wrong.

"GOTEN, PAN, COME HERE!" she yelled, making all the children jump. Goten and Pan raced over to her, wide eyed.

"What's going on?" Goten asked. Bulma simply shook her head.

"No time to explain. Listen to me now, I want you all to run. Run as far from here as possible, and do not look back. No matter what you hear you mustn't look back. Stay together, I don't care how, but stay together." The young demi-saiyans looked at her, and she growled. "GO!" And they ran.

Trunks and Goten picked up the younger girls, and ran as fast as their legs could take them, not even turning back when they heard the deadly scream of Bulma. They didn't turn back when they felt dangerous ki coming after them. They didn't turn back when they felt all familiar ki vanish. The foursome just kept running, and running, and running. The small group finally stopped running when they saw the sun coming up. Trunks finally looked behind them, and when he saw there was no one following them, he put his sister down, who had her arms wrapped tight around his neck.

"I think we're far enough away. We've been running for five hours." he said, turning to his best friend, who was setting his niece down. Goten looked over at Trunks and then back at a sleeping Pan.

"We have to find a place so they can sleep."

"Yeah." Trunks agreed, looking over at his own, half asleep sister. He gently picked her up, and followed Goten, not knowing where his friend was leading him. After a few minutes the small group arrived in a clearing, with a lake and trees. Goten went over to a shady patch of grass under a tree, and gently placed Pan down, being careful not to wake her. Trunks walked over, and set Bulla down next to Pan.

"What now?" he asked.

"I don't know. You're the oldest, I figured you would know." Goten said, looking at his best friend. In truth, the eight year old was terrified. He had a strong feeling that his family was dead, and he didn't know who was coming after them, or why. Sighing, he sat down right where he was standing, putting his head in his hands. Trunks sat down beside him and put a hand on his shoulder.

"It'll be okay, Goten. We'll think of something." he said, smiling softly. Goten smiled back slightly and yawned.

"I think I'm going to try and catch some sleep." Goten finally said, getting up and going over to a slightly larger shady area and stretched out, closing his eyes. Trunks shrugged and found another shaded area across from Goten, and also stretched out, falling into a deep sleep.

Trunks was awoken when he heard the familiar shriek of his little sister. His eyes shot open and he jumped up, freezing when he saw a very large man holding Bulla up by her hair.

"Let her go." Trunks growled, his voice dangerously low. The man chuckled and swung Bulla a bit, causing her to yell in pain. Before Trunks could lunge, he felt arms go around him and lift him up, nearly crushing him.

"You're not going anywhere little guy." a deep voice behind him said, squeezing his mid section until he heard the satisfying crack of ribs. Trunks bit his lip to keep from screaming, and he tilted his head, just in time to see a fist come crashing down on his head, knocking him unconscious.

Trunks slowly opened his eyes, quickly shutting them in pain. His head felt like a thousand bricks had been dumped on it. Once more, he opened his eyes, then very slowly, he sat up, his vision adjusting to the dark. He looked around, blinked a few times, and sighed. A small whimper came from the corner of the room, and his head whipped around, his eyes landing on Bulla. She was curled up in a small ball, crying. Trunks got up and went over to her, but was quickly lurched backwards. He looked down, and saw a chain attached to his leg. Growling, he looked back at his sister, who did not have a chain on her leg.

"Bulla." he whispered. The little girl looked over at him, her cheeks stained with tears. "Come here." he said, holding out his hand, motioning for her to come to him. Bulla sat up, and crawled over towards her brother, who wrapped his arms around her, hugging her close. Bulla wrapped her arms around him tight, her head resting against his chest.

"I'm afraid." she whispered, squeezing her eyes shut. Trunks held her and laid his head on top of hers.

"It's going to be alright B-chan, I promise you." The little blue haired girl looked up at him and sniffed. He brushed away her tears and smiled. Bulla smiled back at him and snuggled closer into the warmth his embrace provided, falling into an unpleasant sleep.

Well, that was the first chapter. I hope you liked it.