There is always 'Hope'

Chapter 1 Food always helps

Mirai No Trunks' mother, Bulma, breathed her last breath. But she past away happily; she died like any other person should have, of old age. She spent her whole life taking care of Trunks and giving him everything he needed hoping he wouldn't feel as crappy as the place they lived in looked like. Yeah, many repairs have been done but it still wasn't the same, just as it wasn't the same to grow up not knowing you father, not having a father even though his mother had described him as arrogant, somewhat selfish, and not a very caring person; well, yes caring but afraid to show it thinking it might be a glimpse of weakness.

It had been over a year now and Trunks had finally decided to give life a chance. He had wanted so much to go in the same path as his mother. Nobody was here in flesh and blood for him. There was no friendship that he treasured and no love of his love life that he waited for and longed for. He thought there was nothing left for him except that time machine left undone by him and his mother. There was not much to do so building another time machine after destroying the other one was somewhat like a mother and son pastime, and/or a back-up just in case there was any more trouble.

Unlike him the sun shined happily as it rose in the morning. Cars drove in rapid speed as many people were late for work. Young woman jogged as they did their morning exercise.

Trunks groaned slothfully as he remained with eyes closed and lazily reached down to grab the sheets and throw then over his head to keep the sunlight from hitting his face.

"Fine! Fine! Im up, Im up! Geez, why cant you just let me sleep a little bit longer" he shrieked at his window actually expecting a response.

His window had been opened and after a few seconds of having covered his face the wind decided to blow in and move the curtains from its place and the sun shined brightly once more inside his room.

He struggled out of bed groaning and moaning at how sore his legs felt after yesterdays brutal training.

He had actually cleaned the whole house out of pure boredom and knew there was nothing left but to train since it had become a daily habit; Wake up, eat, shower, train, eat, shower, train, eat, shower, and lastly sleep. It used to be only him and his mother, just two people living under the same roof of a huge house. It was whole lot of space to cover up but now his mother was gone and the house felt emptier without her.

His hand found his mouth as he yawned for a pretty long time while he made his way to the bathroom.

Stripping down as he removed his sweat pants and boxers along with them he turned on the shower letting the cold water run first and let the hot join in later. He jumped in letting the warm water run roughly down his back. It was very soothing, the water replaced the massages his mother had done to him whenever he pulled a muscle while playing with Gohan when he was young, but being the young energetic saiyajin that he was, playing was actually harder than he thought it ought to be.

Gohan. His mentor and best friend. He was a great guy; cheerful, happy, energetic, friendly, loyal. Another person he missed dearly. Gohan, just like his mother, had gone the same path as her. He was gone.

Just thinking about them both had made his tears fall. The salty liquid mixed in with the cozy water, he could taste it in his mouth as his lips quivered.

"Why?"

There was always a numerous of never ending questions of which he always seek answers to. Why did Gohan have to die? Why did his mother have to leave him? Why was he alone? Why did he even exist? Why? Why? Why? Always why.

This was one of the many reason why he let himself be in the misery he was in now. There was nothing for him. If he was to die who would have cared anyways. Who would bother to go to his funereal? Who would place flowers near his tombstone?

He again realized he was alone. His questions always came to the word "Who".

Years and years have passed. And like any other year his birthday was weeks away. He didn't think about it much. He knew if he threw a party people would come, but that's all they would be, just people. Not family, not friends.

He shrieked when the hot water was gone and the icy water touched his skin. He jumped out of the shower turning it off and grabbing a towel drying himself as he made his way to his closet. Once dried he just threw the towel to his bed; nobody was around to watch him nude so there was need for him to wrap it around his waist. Finally finding something comfortable to wear he went downstairs

to get something to eat.

"Great! Just Great! Just when I actually felt like making myself some break feast."

He shoved his head inside the refrigerator and looked more or less and saw that he had nothing, well nothing eatable that is. His fridge contained expired milk, some oranges, half a banana, opened potato chip bags, which was odd since he didn't remember placing them in there, half a gallon of water, 3 eggs and the rest of the food had turned green.

"I don't feel much like going grocery shopping so I guess I'll just go eat at a restaurant. Hopefully I have enough money and it'll make me feel better. Food always helps you when your down."

He shook his head at his nonsense and headed to the door. On his way out he grabbed his jacket and headed for the closest restaurant. It was only about 2 or 3 miles away.

He buried his hands in his jean pockets as his head hung low watching every step he took. Everything around him felt new to him. It had been days since he had gone out. He stopped as the red light on the side walk indicated for the walkers to stop and the cars to go. As he looked up impatiently waiting for light to turn green his eyes widen as he looked across the street. He couldn't believe it. Was he seeing things or was that really him?? It couldn't be him, it cant be.

"Gohan?"

The light turned green and he rushed towards the look- alike Gohan. He placed his right hand on his shoulder and flipped him to face him.

"What the?"

"Oh, im terribly sorry, I thought you were someone else."

The guy stared at Trunks like if he was insane and dashed as far away from Trunks as fast as he could.

It wasn't Gohan. That guy had brown hair and a mustache; he wasn't as tall as Gohan either.

Trunks shook his head hoping to get Gohan out of his head. Thinking about Gohan always led to thinking about his mother as well. He hated it. He wanted to be distracted, maybe that was the reason why he trained non stop, so that way he was too tired to think about anything except sleep.

He was so into his thoughts that he hadn't notice a young woman running straight towards him. But the young woman wasn't aware of Trunks ahead of her; she was to concentrated on how late she was for work. She was trying to run and finish dressing at the same time. Her ponytail was a mess and she struggled on putting on her jacket.

"Oops. Sorry. Excuse me."

As soon as she had her jacket on right she went back on fixing her ponytail. While she tried to position her bun up right she listened to her wrist watch, the beeping alarm had started beeping for a mere 10 seconds reminding the young woman she was already about 20 minutes late for work.

Neither did Trunks or the rushing girl watched where they were going. He was instantly cut out of his thoughts when she crashed into him falling on top of him.

"I am so sorry sir. I wasn't looking to where I was going but it's just that im late for work and then.."

"It's alright, I'm sorry too, I was to caught up in my thoughts I didn't notice you."

He helped her up once she removed herself off him. Both of them dusted themselves off and smiled in an apology of bumping into each other. She waved to him and started running soon after he waved back at her.

"Well she might have rushed into me but she sure made my day." he slowly whispered as he watched her run off until she was out of sight.

He stuffed his hands into his pockets and was once again on his way to get himself some break feast.

After a few minutes of walking he stood in front of the place and read the specials placed outside.

"Hmm. Waffles, scrambled eggs w/ bacon, French toast, orange juice and milk. Sounds good to me and only $2.50."

He pushed the door opened and took a look around. The place was somewhat empty. It was way too early for it to have customers anyway. He took a glimpse around and saw an empty table in the corner near a window. It was a two sitter. He played with the small, plastic vase which was filled with fake roses located in the middle of the table for decoration.

A young boy, about the age of 15, came to him with a dreadfully exhausted look on his face.

"Good Morning Sir, welcome to 'fleur-de-lis cerise', here's your menu. Would you like for me to take your order right now? Or would you like to go through the menu first?"

"Um. I would like to order already. I'll just have the special for today, but….um…could you triple it?"

"Triple? Are you sure Sir? I think that might be too much for just one person, but the customer is always right so triple it is."

Trunks smiled when the boy was surprised by his order, but he didn't dare question him so on his way he was to get his triple break feast special.

After a while he wondered why they had taken so long, it wasn't that much food that he requested and there wasn't so many people in here. There was an old couple up in the front, a man who looked in his mid thirties and a small family and just teens hanging around, odd since it was early in the morning.

"Here you go Sir. A triple break feast special. Enjoy! Call me up when you want the bill."

The pile of food smelled delicious. If he wasn't the gentlemen he was he would have attacked the food right then and there. He watched as the waiter was not the same guy that had taken his order but a young lady. She seemed familiar.

"Excuse me, Miss?"

She turned around and almost bumped into another waiter carrying a bunch of empty plates from the small family whom was already leaving.

"Yes? Is there anything else I can help you with Sir?"

She blinked once. Twice.

"Hey I know you. You're that guy I bumped into this morning wasn't it??"

He nodded slightly grabbing his fork and taking a huge piece of waffle into this mouth.

"Mmhm."

"Sorry about that."

"Hish otay."

"Huh?"

With the huge stack of food right in front of him he couldn't wait any longer and take a bite. It wasn't rude of him to do so, so he did, but talking with his mouth full was rude. He swallows hard taking a sip of his milk.

"Sorry, I said it's okay."

"Oh, alright then."

"So why were you in such a hurry??"

She smirked to herself looking around if her boss was looking at her and tiptoed towards him taking a sit in front of to him. He blinked at her but didn't mind her doing so; he continued attacking his food hungrily as she spoke.

"Long story short. Im new here so I was lost, I was looking for this place and since I was already late for work I decided to ask for directions. I felt kinda stupid when I was told I was going the wrong way. Its my first day and im not making a very good impression, they only hired me because they were in need for employers. Well hope I didn't bore you, im not much of a morning person or a working one as you can tell. Gotta keep working, enjoy your food and again im sorry I bumped into you-"

"Trunks. Trunks Briefs."

"Sorry I bumped into you Trunks. Later. I think my boss saw me."

"And again I said its ok um-"

"Dianne, friends call me Dia. Nice meeting you Trunks."

"Likewise."

She ran off and jumped at the sound of her boss's voice. Trunks laughed nearly choking on his food when he saw that she was talking back to him like as if nothing; without a care in the world.

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D-Chan

1st chapter is up. I had this story in my mind for a while since it happened to me on my first day of work. Lol. So I decided to make it into a story; I wanted to make it a T/M fanfic but since im doing one already

( Hard Love) I just thought it would be neat if I was the other main character besides Trunks.

But im not sure. I have tons of ideas of where to go from here. I'll probably take myself out of the story and add Marron somehow and make it a T/M fic. But in the meantime Marron doesn't exist, but she will soon so plz get mad at me. Well tell me what you all think. Im my opinion I think its easier to write a fic with the author POV rather than Trunks' or Marron's POV. Its just that I like to write one chapter T's POV and then the other Marron's POV, I believe its more understandable. Thanks for listening. ^_^

Plz…review I love to hear what you all you think whether its bad or good. Preferable good but you can't always get what you want.

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