The sun was rising from its sleep to be watched by a 20 yr old half-saiyan. It was early in the morning, and he just couldn't get back to sleep. Something was on his mind, and he couldn't let it go.
It was a year after the world had been saved, and earth was having its time of peace from the evils that threatened it. This wasn't what he was thinking about. It was more along the lines of his best friend, who he hadn't seen in a year. He hadn't tried to see him for a year.
Running a Corporation wasn't an easy thing, but he eventually fit right into it. Working late nights was his decision but somewhere along the way he had forgotten his best friend, and it bothered him. He believed he wasn't a good friend if he couldn't make time for him. 'What happened?' he thought. 'When did work become a priority over my best friend?' He sighed as he heard footsteps stop at his door.
"Trunks, sweetie, is everything all right?" asked his mother Bulma. She opened the door and came in to see her son sitting up in his bed with a look of distress on his face. She sat down on his bed.
"It's been a year mother and not once did I ever think about spending time with my best friend. If we're even that anymore."
"You've been working hard at Capsule. Believe me it's easy to lose track of what's important in your life. Heck I lost some friends at some point, but I still had the ones that were important to me in the end."
"Goten's important, I just hope we're still friends."
"Why don't you go see him today? It's the weekend after all. You need to take a break from work every once in a while."
"I don't know if that's such a good idea mother."
She smiled. "Is it possible that you're just afraid to see him? You're wondering how a year without you in his life has affected him."
"I know it sounds kind of arrogant."
"My son, arrogant, no." She smiled. "I wonder who he could have gotten that from."
"Is father up to?" The sound of gravity room went on. "I guess that answers my question."
"The only one who seems to sleep in is your sister."
"I wish I could sleep in." Trunks smiled. "Those days are over."
"I certainly hope not. Maybe when you find that special someone, then they will force you to sleep late."
Trunks got up from his bed and headed to his bathroom. Bulma knew this was her cue to leave him with his thoughts and prepare for the day.
The warm water awakened his body but didn't stop him from thinking about what his mother had said. 'Someone special,' he sighed discouraged. 'How will I ever find that if I'm sleeping with a different girl every night.' He shut off the water, dried himself off, dressed in comfortable clothes, and made his way to the kitchen.
His parents were eating as he sat down at the table. He noticed breakfast set before him so he dug in. He stopped to look at the clock, which read 7AM. His friend wouldn't be up for a while. He was a late sleeper, and he couldn't help but smile. His father noticed this behavior. "Son?" Trunks looked at his father.