Age:

Trunks: 11

Goten: 11

Pan: 11

Bulla: 11

Down on the brick wall sat Dane, playing with his fingers as he sat there, staring at nothing.

"Huh, where is he?" he mumbled to himself. He watched as cars pass by. He looked up at the sky and saw birds flying. He chuckled when he remembered his friend telling him that he almost flied.

The sun was shining down on him, making him wish that he had an umbrella right now. He closed his eyes. He didn't feel the sunlight anymore; it was like something was covering him from the sun. He opened his eyes and saw it was someone standing before him, and to his dismay, it was Roderick and his pals.

"Huh, look what we have here," he said. His hand took hold of Dane's shirt, lifting him up. "It's the wimp."

Dane gulped; just when he thought he had got away from them, they just popped out of no where.

"Isn't it weird to have a sunbath in the middle of the day?" said Roderick.

"What a weirdo," laughed his pals.

Roderick's smile turned into a frown. "I had not forgotten what had happened on Monday, so now its payback time." He lifted his fist up, preparing to strike. Dane closed his eyes, waiting for the punch.

"Hey!"

Dane's eyes snapped open. Everyone turned to where the voice had come from. Standing there was a boy with black hair.

"Let him go," he said.

"Beat it kid!" said Roderick. "This is none of your business."

"Actually it's my business, that's my friend who you're just about to hit."

"Friend?" asked Roderick. He turned to Dane. "Since when do you have friends?"

"Who cares if I have friends or not?" said Dane, speaking bravely now that Trunks was here.

"Well then, guess your friend will get a beating too." His four pals smirked and turned to Trunks. Two of them charged at him. Before anyone could see it, Trunks charged straight forward, knocking both of them down. The two boys gasped, including Roderick. "Get him!" The two boys agreed and attack. The first one tried to punch him but Trunks ducked, he came up again and punched him. The second tried to kick him but missed, Trunks took hold of his leg and spined him around. He let go of his leg and the boy flew straight to Roderick. He bumped into him and they both fell down. Dane quickly got up and ran to Trunks. Roderick pushed the boy off of him and stood up. He glared at Trunks while Trunks glared back. Just when Trunks thought he was going to charge towards him, Roderick turned around and ran for the hills, along with his pals.

Trunks scoffed, "What a loser!" He turned around and looked at Dane. "What was his problem?"

Dane shook his head. "I rather not talk about it."

Trunks shrugged and went past him and started walking forward down the road.

Dane picked up his bag and caught up with him. "What's with the wig?"

Trunks looked up, "Oh this?" He removed the black wig revealing his lavender hair. "Don't want anyone to recognize me." He put the wig in his capsule and into his pocket.

"Please tell me how'd you learn how to fight like that, and don't tell me you don't know?" Dane looked at Trunks, waiting for his answer.

Trunks sighed. "I wish I knew."

Dane threw his hands in the air. "Oh come on! You kicked 15 year old guys' butts and older guys. You move fast in a blink of an eye. One punch from you and they are down. How comes you don't know?"

"I told you I don't know," said Trunks. "I've been like this ever since I was born. I am stronger, faster and I can fly."

Dane frowned. "No one can fly, Trunks."

"But I can. I almost fell down from the tree when I was getting Gus and I felt myself floating, when I looked down at the ground I fell down."

"It could just be your imagination."

"It's not my imagination, I'm telling you. Why can't you believe me?"

"Its not that I don't believe you, I just can't believe this, what you're saying is impossible."

Trunks stopped. "So you're saying if I show you, you will believe me then."

Dane nodded. "Yes."

"Follow me." Trunks took his hand and ran.

"Trunks, this is insane," said Dane. They were both on top of a rooftop. Trunks was looking down. "What are we doing here anyway?" Trunks stood on top of the platform and turned his head to Dane.

"You want me to show you."

Dane shook his head with a frighten expression, "No Trunks! Get down now."

"I'm the prince; you can not give me orders." Trunks turned and put his foot forward where there was nothing. He closed his eyes and jumped.

"Trunks!" exclaimed Dane, he ran forward, hoping he would grip his hand but Trunks was far below. He watched in horror as Trunks was going down.

Trunks was trying, he was really trying his best. He then felt something in him rising and his stomach doing flips. Before his back could make contact with the ground, he stopped. Trunks eyes snapped open; he glanced down and saw he was floating

He grinned and looked up. "Ha! Dane! See?"

Dane gasped when he realized that Trunks was telling the truth. He left the rooftop and ran down the stairs.

Trunks felt his back bumped the ground. He groaned and held his head and back. He stood up when he saw Dane coming out of the door that was at the back of the building.

Before Trunks could say anything, Dane held up a wooden stick in front of Trunks. Trunks raised an eyebrow.

"Who are you and what have you done with my best friend?!" Dane was looking angry, at the same time scared.

Trunks laughed. "Whoa, it's me." Dane's eyes widen and he lowered his stick. "Believe me now?" Trunks smirked at the look of Dane's face.

"How in the world did you do that?" Dane asked.

"I don't know," shrugged Trunks which had seemed to annoy Dane a lot more.

"There's got to be an explanations for all of this!"

"You're right," Trunks eyes brightened. "What if I'm a super hero?"

Dane punched Trunks's arm playfully. "Super heroes are not real."

"Well maybe I'm a-"his eyes widen in realization.

"What is it?"

"It is already 3, I got to go home, oh grandpa's going to kill me!" He took off running. Dane didn't want to follow him because he was too fast for him.

Capsule Corp Palace

Trunks came at the back of the palace and went into the back door before anyone noticed him.

He came to the stairs that led to his room. Before he could take another step, a voice stopped him.

"Where've you been?"

Trunks jumped. He turned around and saw Wills Briefs.

Trunks laughed nervously and scratched the back of his head.

"Hi grandpa."

"Hi," said Grandpa Wills smiling down at his grandson. "You are little late."

"Sorry," apologised Trunks.

Grandpa Wills nodded. "Go and wash, dinner is almost ready." He patted his head and walked up stairs. Trunks followed behind him. He stopped at his door and watched his grandpa went inside his room. Before Trunks could go in his room, he saw two maids walking in, the other was caring a dish with hot water while the other carried medicines.

Trunks went over to the door and peaked in. He saw his grandpa sitting next to his grandma who was lying on the bed.

"Trunks, come in," said Grandpa Wills, knowing Trunks was behind the door.

Trunks pushed open the door and walked in. He went over to his grandparents.

"Grandma, are you feeling okay?" he asked, looking down at his grandma.

Grandma Honey nodded and smiled up at her grandson. "I'm feeling okay."

"You're not, you're still sick," said Trunks with a worried expression. "When are you going to be fine?"

"Soon," said Grandma Honey. "As long as I'm drinking my medicine I'm going to be fine."

Trunks nodded, smiling a little.

"Trunks, why don't we both step outside for a while," said Grandpa Wills. He and Trunks walked out of the room; Grandpa Wills closed the door and they both walked out and stood on the balcony.

"What is it grandpa?" Trunks looked up at his grandpa who was looking out at the view.

"Some people have been telling me that you've been getting into fights," said Grandpa Wills making Trunks gulped. "Is that true?"

"Well you see huh…I was only defending my friend."

"Who exactly is this friend of yours?" asked Grandpa Wills, eyeing Trunks.

"He's Dane…huh…"

"Isn't his father a gardener who works down at the flower shop?"

Trunks nodded. Grandpa Wills sighed. "Trunks, my daughter was lost or kidnapped long ago; we needed an heir that time and that was when we found you."

Trunks sighed. They have told him that many times and each time he always felt sad, thinking his parents had abandon him or they did not want him. "You're the only child here and I chose you as my heir, so be careful of what you're doing." Trunks nodded in understanding.

Grandpa Wills looked down at him. "Something's been bothering you, what is it?"

Trunks looked up at him, wondering if he should tell him. "Do you think I'm a freak?"

Grandpa Wills raised an eyebrow. "Why would I think that?"

Trunks shrugged, "I am stronger, faster than anyone and I can fly."

Grandpa Wills stared at Trunks for a long time and then burst out laughing. "Good one, Trunks."

Trunks frowned; he knew he wouldn't believe him. He sighed and walked back to his room.

After Trunks had left, Grandpa Wills stopped laughing and had on a serious face. He knew that Trunks was not normal, he knew that from the very beginning. The time will come when he would have to tell Trunks the truth.

He shook his head and left the balcony and went into his room where his wife was sleeping.

The next day, Trunks and Dane were walking to school.

"Why didn't you take the car?" asked Dane.

"Nah, I'm better off walking," said Trunks. "And I also know you'll be lonely walking to school by yourself."

Trunks and Dane were in their black uniforms. Trunks looked up at the blue sky, wondering when he will be able to know how to fly. He was disappointed that his grandpa didn't believe him; he didn't blame him because no one believes in those things, well, no one but Dane and him.

"I told my grandpa," he said.

Dane looked at him. "And what did he say?"

Trunks shook his head. "He doesn't believe me."

"Too bad," said Dane. "We still need to figure out how or why are you like this."

Trunks nodded. They both arrived at the Orange star school. Students were walking in, some stopping to talk with there friends. Trunks touched his head, making sure his black wig is there. He needed the wig so no one would know his identity. Everyone knew that the prince of the East has lavender hair. Everyone knows what he looks like because he used to be in magazines.

In Space

A round space ship was making is way to Earth.

In there was a guy sitting in the control room looking up on the big screen. A flash of light came on and the screen revealed a man with spiky black hair, he had a frown on his face.

"You're highness," said the guy to the man on the screen.

"Are you there yet?" asked the man with a rough voice.

"Almost," said the guy.

"Remember, just tell him what he is and bring him here," said the man. "Do you understand?"

The guy nodded. "Yes." The screen went off.

School was finished and Trunks walked out of the back door. Dane soon followed behind him.

"Huh Dane, you should go ahead," said Trunks stopping. "I don't want to go home right now."

Dane raised an eyebrow. "Why can't I go with you?"

"Your dad might be looking for you," said Trunks.

"Nah, I should just go with you," said Dane. Trunks sighed and nodded. They both turned but soon stopped when they saw Roderick with three big guys. Roderick was glaring at them but was aiming at Trunks.

"Now what does he want?" asked Trunks with an annoyed voice.

Dane shrugged in response. The guy that was standing beside Roderick came over to them.

"Who are you?" asked Trunks looking up at him.

"Name's Johnny," he said. "My brother told me that you've been beating him."

Trunks glanced at Roderick and back to Johnny. "That's not how I remember it."

Johnny furrowed his eyebrows, "Are you calling my brother a liar?"

Trunks nodded, "Yeah, absolutely."

Johnny glared at him and took hold of his shirt. "You listen to me, brat. No one beats my brother but me."

Trunks raised an eyebrow. "All he got was a push and he ran to you crying? What a coward."

Johnny glared daggers and before he could say anything, Trunks kicked him in the gut making him let go of his shirt and groaned. Trunks jumped up and did a side kick at his face, making him fell backwards. The two guys ran to them.

Dane pulled a bicycle from a boy, "Mind if I borrow this?" He hopped on it and rode it forward passing the guys. Trunks ran and slide under their legs. They both turned around, Trunks did a back flip, kicking their faces. Trunks ran to Dane and hopped on the bicycle with him and Dane started paddling.

Johnny got up and ran to his car and drove after the two boys, almost bumping some kids and teachers.

"Dane, he's coming behind us, hurry!" said Trunks.

Dane paddled with all his strength. They rounded the corner, hoping they could loose him but he was still behind them.

"He's after me," said Trunks. "Dane, you go ahead!"

"What? What about you?" asked Dane.

"I'll be fine!" Before Dane could say or do anything, Trunks jumped down from the bicycle. He rolled on the ground but was able to stop himself.

He stood up and saw that his arm was a little injured. He looked up and saw Johnny coming to him with speed.

Trunks turned and ran down the road. His speed was faster than a car which left Johnny in wonder.

Trunks was running in the middle of the road. He stopped when he saw a truck coming to his left; he turned to Johnny who was driving straight to him without a thought of stopping.

Trunks waited; when Johnny was a meter away from him, Trunks dashed to the side. Johnny's car came to the middle and that was when the truck hit it. Luckily for Johnny, he saw the truck coming before so he jumped out of the car before it hit it.

Johnny rolled down the ground and passed out. Some people who had witness the event came to see, so did other people.

Trunks was a little frightened of what had just happened. He turned around and ran to a place he did not know. He was almost out of the city when he stopped. He looked around, not too many people were walking around this area, and no cars were around. He furrowed his eyebrows. He could have sworn he had felt something. Just when he could take another step, he felt it again. It was like something was coming. He looked up at the sky. He scanned the blue sky and clouds until his eyes landed on a black dot. Could it be a bird? No, birds don't fly that high. The black dot was getting huge by the minute. Trunks could feel the ground moving and every bit of rocks were shaking. Some people thought that it was an earthquake and started running to take cover. Trunks looked back up and began to understand; the black thing was actually a plane or spaceship. It was coming down with much force like it has no control, it was going to crash.

Trunks watched as it landed at somewhere behind a hill as it shook the ground. Trunks could see black smoke rising. He thought about turning back but his curiosity got the best of him and he started running towards to whatever that had just landed.

He arrived and saw that it had created a big hole in the ground. He walked further to it. With every step he took, he was thinking what could it be and more importantly, what could be inside.

He stopped on the edge of the hole and looked down. He gasped in surprised; it was a weird looking spaceship. He wondered if he should go down there; but before he could make a move, the door of the spaceship opened and out came a man with black hair and moustache.

"I really need to work on my landing," he said. He did not see Trunks until his eyes landed on him. He looked surprised. "Well guess I don't need to look for him," he muttered.

He smiled at Trunks. Trunks raised his eyebrows, the only question the popped into his mind is, does he know him?

Trunks eyes widen when that guy did the unthinkable, he jumped up and flew to Trunks. Trunks moved back, almost falling.

"Well hello there," said the guy. "My name's Hercule and I've been sent to Earth to get you." Trunks furrowed his eyebrows. Hercule frowned. "Oh look at that, you shouldn't have said that, now the kid's going to think that you're here to kidnap him," he scolded himself.

"Are you?" asked Trunks.

Hercule looked down at him. "Oh no am not."

"Then why did you say you've been sent here to get me?"

"Well," Hercule scratched his head. "You see, do you think you belong here?"

Trunks looked at him weirdly. "Well of course I belong here!"

"But you're different than the others, right?"

"How do know that?" Trunks looked at the guy who was in a brown GI, up and down.

"Huh so you have figured it out."

"Figure what out?"

"That you can do things others can't."

Trunks didn't know how he knew all that but he was getting interested. Maybe this guy can answer all his questions. "Do I not belong here?"

Hercule shook his head. "No you're not."

"Then where do I belong?" Trunks was uneasy of what he was about to hear.

"The truth is Trunks, you're an alien," said Hercule, making Trunks's eyes widen. "You are from a planet call Vegeta-sie, that planet is for aliens like you that we call, Saiyans."

Trunks shook is head. "It can't be..."

"It's true. You saiyans have special abilities, you can do things like flying."

"Flying?"

"Yes."

Trunks was trying to believe all this. "All this time I was wondering how I am like this, and the answer is that I'm a saiyan?"

Hercule nodded, "Is all true, Trunks."

"How'd you know my name?"

"I was sent here, they told me your name."

"Who is they?" asked Trunks. "Who sent you?"

"I was sent by the Ministry of Saiyans," said Hercule. "They are looking for children like you who had been lost in the battle."

"What battle?"

"That's a story for later."

Trunks furrowed his eyebrows and asked the one question that he hoped he knew. "Do you know my parents?"

Hercule bit his lip and tried to look for the right answer. "Well your parents are at Vegeta-sie; you just had to find them."

Trunks's blue eyes brightened knowing that his parents were alive but he wondered how he would find them. "How am I going to find them?"

Hercule shrugged. "That's up to you."

Trunks looked down at the ground. Hercule sighed, "I need to speak to the people that had found you."

Trunks looked up at him. "Okay, but my grandfather is not good with strangers so, be nice."

Hercule nodded.

Capsule Corp Palace

Trunks and Hercule walked in the palace. Hercule was looking everywhere, a little amazed.

"Are you amazed?" asked Trunks, looking back at him.

"A little," said Hercule.

Trunks stopped when he saw the two doors opened and in came Grandpa Wills.

"Trunks!" he said. "Thank god nothing happened to you. Dane told me what happened and- who's this?" He looked at Hercule.

"Huh grandpa, this is Hercule," said Trunks, pointing to Hercule. "And Hercule, this is my grandpa."

"Nice meeting you, sir," said Hercule giving his hand to Grandpa Wills. Grandpa Wills eyed him weirdly. Hercule wondered what he had done wrong and looked over at Trunks. Trunks did a little bow. Hercule looked confused; he looked at Grandpa Wills' shirt and saw that it had a royal crest on it. Hercule eyes widen in realization that this was a king he was talking to. "Oh sorry," he bowed down, feeling a little embarrassed.

"Looks like he's not from around here," said Grandpa Wills. "Where are you from?"

"Huh…" Hercule wondered if he should tell him now.

Trunks took Grandpa's Wills arm, "Grandpa, there's something we need to discuss. Shall we go to the other room?" Grandpa Wills nodded. They all went to a room. The walls were coloured white and portraits were hanged on the wall. Grandpa Wills and Trunks sat on a sofa that was white with blue patterns and Hercule sat on the other sofa.

"So what is it?" asked Grandpa Wills.

"Where exactly did you find me?" asked Trunks looking at his grandpa.

Grandpa Wills raised an eyebrow, "I told you, at the-"

"Yeah I know, but where exactly?" This was the first time Trunks has interrupted his grandpa, but Grandpa Wills didn't say anything. "Was it in a spaceship?"

Grandpa Wills was taken aback by the question. "How did you know that?" he asked.

"So it was a spaceship then."

"Answer my question Trunks."

"I told him." They both looked at Hercule. Grandpa Will furrowed his eyebrows. "I told him, he does not belong here, he was sent from a planet called Vegeta-sie."

"He was sent from-what?" said Grandpa Wills.

"Come on, you know he was an alien when you saw him in the spaceship with a tail," said Hercule.

"With a what?" asked Trunks while Grandpa Wills was quiet.

"A tail," said Hercule. "I'll explain later."

Trunks looked back at his grandpa. "Grandpa Wills, why didn't you tell me?"

"I was going to when you are older," said Grandpa Wills. He looked back at Hercule. "Why are you here?"

"I'm here to take him back," replied Hercule.

Grandpa furrowed his eyebrows.

"What? No! His home is here now!"

"He's parents are there," said Hercule. "He could find them."

"For what?" said Grandpa Wills. "They did not want him when they sent him down here."

"How would you know if they want him or not?" asked Hercule. "They could have better reasons."

Grandpa Wills did not say anything. He glanced at Trunks. "What is your decision Trunks?"

Trunks sighed, "I want to find my parents." Grandpa Wills had a frown on his face; Trunks knew that he would disagree. He looked at Hercule for help.

"Okay here's an idea," said Hercule. Grandpa Wills and Trunks looked at him. "Let's just say that Trunks can still stay here, could he just come and school in Zagon."

"What kind of school is that?" asked Grandpa Wills.

"Its a school of all aliens," said Hercule. "There he could learn how it is to be a Saiyan and know some of his powers. He's going to stay there for the whole year and come back when it is the holiday."

Trunks looked at his grandpa. After a while, Grandpa Wills nodded.

Well that's it. Trunks felt like this is the start of a time he would be experiencing something new. He couldn't wait to see what his home planet looks like.

A/N: This is my first DBZ fanfiction. I hope you guys like it!