I have made minor changes to this chapter, and will for the next, to try to fix all the errors (spelling, grammatical, and continuity) that riddle it.

A/N: Ok, sorry for the long delay, my internet hasn't been working properly, for quite some time...it was awful, thought I was going to die. Well, anywho, enough of my babbling, I would just like to thank all those who reviewed my sadly short 6th chapter, and apologize greatly for the long delay. I didn't mean to make some of you think the story was discontinued, because it's not, it's still in progress, yay ^-^....unless no one's interested anymore...O.o'

Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ in any way, shape, or form, much to my dismay. Yujiko on the other hand was created by one of my friends, Tsuki Koumori, Dragon Goddess, who writes Yu-Gi-Oh fics, if any of you like those, you should go check them out by going to my favorite authors list, and clicking on her.
I'm afraid this may be another short chapter, sorry in advance.


Trunks woke up in what seemed to be the same cell he had been spending a lot of his time in, except it was completely devoid of any light. Raising his hand to his face, Trunks tried to see if his eyes could pick up the sight of it, but unfortunately no matter how hard he stared he couldn't see it. "Man, you think they could afford to give a person even a 'little' bit of light," he said angrily.

Sitting up, and pulling his knees up to his chest, he looked around for any source of light. Still with no luck, he dejectedly settled his chin, upon his drawn up knees. With a sigh he tried to think of how he'd gotten into this dark room. It all came to him like a waterfall rushing down to the ground, the blast that had nearly hit him, the maniacal laughter from the men who had attacked him unmercifully, how he'd fallen to the ground clutching his face due to the pain. Pausing the onslaught of memories, Trunks slowly, but surely, raised his arm from his knees to his face. Softly he tapped his tight cheek, expecting to feel a shot of pain he winced, but the pain never came from his touch. Blinking with confusion, he sat up and used both hands to rub his face, checking to see if there were any scars, or painful areas. To Trunks' great surprise there weren't any. 'How could that be?' he wondered to himself thoughtfully. With a nervous laugh Trunks got up, raising his hands experimentally in front of him, and feeling around for a while. After about five minutes, and three falls, he felt his hand press up against a smooth wall. Pulling his hand back immediately Trunks just stared as best he could, considering everything was just so dark. 'This can't be the cell I was first placed in,' he thought bewildered, 'The walls were rough and jagged, these walls fell like a marble of some kind.'

Lost in thought about where in the world he could be, Trunks didn't hear the soft click of the door to this room open, and Yujiko walk in silently. The tip-tap of his shoes clicking on the also marble floor of the room Trunks had been placed in.


A tiny ship landed on the uneven land surrounding an equally small house, owned by the Son family. Bulma Swiftly opened the door to her ship, and jumped out, running to the house's door, as soon as she hit the ground. "GOKU!!" she screamed out. "Goku where are you?"

In an instant Goku opened the door, allowing room for Bulma to come in. Immediately she began talking as fast as she could, not making any sense with the slurs her words were making due to the speed, she was speaking them at, "GokuyouhavetohelpmeIdon'tknowwhatI'mgoingtodo,mysonhasbeenkidnapped... yougottahelpmeIdon'tknowwhattodo... Gokupleasepl-"

A completely bewildered looking Goku raised his hand to Bulma's lips. "Shh, calm down. You're speaking so fast, I can't understand you. I know your here about Trunks though," Goku paused and a sad look flashed upon his face, "I have already tried transporting to him, but I can't seem to be able to find him. Don't worry, we will find him, Bulma." Bulma didn't move, she just stood there not even seemingly breathing, if Goku didn't know better, he would have thought her a statue. "Bulma, it's going to be ok," Goku replied softly as Chi-chi walked over to where the two stood, a small frown replacing her normal smile.

"Bulma?" she asked almost inaudibly. With that Bulma couldn't hold in the tears anymore. At first her shoulders simply shook, her head hanging low. Chi-chi quickly pulled her friend into a comforting hug, allowing Bulma to cry her pains away into her shoulder. Bulma gratefully put her head in Chi-chi's shoulder and cried her heart out. Occasionally you could hear her saying, "Trunks," and "Why?"


Vegeta had now long been in space. He was quickly heading to the Transversial galaxy, where he had recently felt his son's ki flare up, and die back down. Quietly ranting to himself about allowing someone to kidnap his son, and not being able to help, he was so pre-occupied with cursing himself that he didn't notice the enormous foreign ship, flying next to him. He was roused from his self-hate lecture when he heard an "EEEE de EEEE de EEEE" come from seemingly everywhere, and saw red lights flashing left and right. "What the-" he said, before the entire ship shook with the impact of a laser from the foreign ship hitting his small and miniscule shuttle. Falling to his knees from the force, he silently cursed himself for being caught off guard, and quickly got up, running to the ships navigational area. Grabbing the 'steering wheel' he expertly dodged the next four or five shots. Smirking at how easy this was, Vegeta definitely wasn't expecting what seemed to be a force field of some sort, grab his ship, and drag it towards the much bigger shuttle. "Oomph." Being thrown forward, from the sudden change of direction, Vegeta scowled deeply, as the foreign ship's side opened up and engulfed him whole. The sides slowly sliding shut again.


Trunks gasped as he was roughly grabbed by his throat, and dragged none too gently out of the room, into an equally dark hallway. He could hear his captor breathing heavily, out of anger he assumed. With fear in his eyes, Trunks trued to tear the restricting hand off of his tiny and vulnerable neck. A mix between a grunt and snort was heard from the man with whom the hand belonged. "You are wasting your time, brat." A familiar voice rang out. "I suggest you stop your struggling before I cease it permanently!" Trunks immediately stooped fighting, allowing himself to be dragged through dark hallway after dark hallway. Recognizing Yujiko's voice almost immediately, Trunks wondered how he was managing to walk so confidently through the pitch black hallways, with out tripping or running into walls.

Yujiko stopped walking after a while, and much to Trunks' relief loosened his grip on the frail neck of his. Another voice boomed through the new room they were in, "Well, well, well, it seems sleeping beauty has finally decided to honor us with his presence." It said mockingly. A sudden jolt of fear gripped Trunks' heart as he remembered that same voice hovering on his memories. After the explosion, he had thought it was a dream. He had woken up in a liquid filled glass confinement. This also was dark. He heard that voice in the background shouting at people for allowing his one and only hostage to be nearly killed. He heard the man giving orders for the scars of his to be dealt with, and threatened to kill everyone in the room if his orders weren't carried out perfectly and as if to prove it the man had killed a person who happened to be unfortunate enough to be within arms grasp of him. Hearing the unfortunate man give a strangled scream, and a gurgling noise come from him made Trunks felt sick to his stomach. Trying to go back to sleep, was out of the question though, the man's voice boomed out, vibrating the walls, and shaking Trunks to the bone, with nefarious laughter. The man said something about not touching Trunks eyes, because of how fun things would be now, before leaving the room, to Trunks' immense relief. The same voice that had called him a weakling after knocking him out with amazing and ungodly speed. "Drake?" Trunks confirmed more than asked in a scared, hushed tone, his voice shaking slightly.


"Yes, I am Drake" Drake smirked down at Trunks' cowering body. "I am surprised you remembered my name..." he continued before laughing a psychotic laugh." Hmmm, now that you have awoken what SHALL I do with you?" Drake asked as he started stroking his chin. "Yujiko, I would like you to take this wimp to the 'special' training room, and make sure he is 'entertained'," With a final laugh Drake turned away from Yujiko and his captive, striding with an 'air' out of the room.

Yujiko grabbed Trunks again, and draged him out of the room. 'What is going on?' Trunks thought. 'It's still dark, and no one else seems to think there's something wrong with that...and why isn't anyone tripping or even stumbling around in the dark?' Trunks continued to wonder about this mystery as he was led to another room by Yujiko.


Vegeta was extremely pissed at this moment and was using all his self control not to blow the hell out of the ship while he was in it. The alarm on his shuttle had long since stopped when Vegeta had gotten fed up with it and smashed it to oblivion. Now he was waiting for his captors to do something with him. Growling with anger Vegeta slammed his fist into the door. "IF YOUR GOING TO TRY AND KILL ME, THEN FUCKING DO IT, DON'T JUST LEAVE ME HERE TO DIE WITH BOREDOM AND ROT!!!" he yelled in his aggravation. Suddenly the door to his shuttle opened. 'What the hell' he thought.

"My my my, if it isn't little Vegeta?" a familiar voice rang out.

"Who's there?" Vegeta called out in an agitated voice.

"Ha ha ha, you really should calm down and relax my dear Prince Vegeta." the strangely familiar voice laughed. "You really haven't changed much, have you?" the somewhat taunting voice asked again.

Vegeta growled yet again in frustration, "Why don't you show yourself? Or are you to afraid to?" he replied coolly with a smirk.

A sigh was heard from the shadows of Vegeta ship. "You don't recognize me, do you Vegeta?" The man asked, a hint of sorrow residing in his voice.

"Why should I?" Vegeta retorted.

"Well, you'd think you'd remember the man who saved your life at least five times while you were a kid, but what can you expect of royalty?" Was the answer Vegeta received, as an elderly man walked out of the shadows, and stood in front of Vegeta, a tail quivering behind him.

Vegeta's eyes widen in surprise when he saw the tail, but he quickly covered it up with a scowl. "I don't remember you," he snarled, "How dare you imply that I, The Prince Of All Saiyans, am in debt to YOU a mere old man, for saving my life!!!" The old man sighed one last time before taking a seat in front of Vegeta with a small grunt, he said with a small smile, "Ahhh, these old bones of mine can't stand being in use for too long anymore..."


Trunks gasped for air as he was unceremoniously tossed to the ground, a blunt stick shoved into his gut. Yujiko laughed harshly in the background. "What a pathetic baka!" He laughed. Trunks jumped up only to fall to his knees as someone, or some ones knocked him down again with a few good smacks in the back. Trunks' eyes bulged and his heart sped, fearing for his life...'How could they be hitting me with such accuracy in this kind of light?' He thought naively. Another loud roar of laughter erupted from Yujiko as he this time yelled out, "Oh the pleasures of beating up a poor, defenseless, and blind man! Or should I say blind boy?" With another howl of laughter Yujiko threw a blast of energy at Trunks, Trunks of course sensing it, wasn't stupid enough to stay put, he quickly sped forward, only to have his head ram full-force into another man's fist.

"Well, it seems the boy is learning.....how to help the enemy knock himself out...PAH!!!" Yujiko yelled continuing with his unnerving laughter, which was the last thing that Trunks happened to hear, before he succumbed to the darkness that was tugging at the edge of his mind, since his collision with the fist.


Bulma was in her room crying herself to sleep, and being all out miserable. Many tissues were surrounding her bedroom, as she tried to sleep her pains away. Sleep slowly took her away from her wretched life, and she dreamt of meaningless things. Her worries and pains leaving her for the time being, as she fell into a fitful slumber. "I want my son back..." she whimpered in her sleep. Her dreams suddenly shifted from 'happy' memories of her family all being together to the dragon balls, and what sounded like Goku's voice saying, "We can wish your son back to us if you collect all of the seven dragon balls." With that Bulma gave a faint smile knowing that she now had a plan to get her son back, other than just to wait and see what happens.


Trunks woke up, with his head throbbing, in another cold dark room. At first he couldn't remember where he was. Sitting up lazily he rubbed his eyes, instantly stopping as he felt a sharp pain shoot through them. His eyes brimmed with tears as he recalled the other night's events. "I'm.....blind?" he asked himself in a dismal voice.

"'Bout time you caught on to that, little one," a voice behind Trunks sneered sending chills up his spine. Trunks was then roughly picked up by the back of his shirt, and carried off by none other than Yujiko out of the room, and through hallway after hallway.


It was almost midnight and Trunks was finally back in his cell. He slowly lay back down on the bed that was placed in the room with him. A pained moan escaped his lips as his arm slipped causing him to fall painfully on his bruised sides. He had just gotten back from another one of his 'training classes'. This time he was pitted against more enemies who packed stronger punches than the last, and it had left him as purple as a grape. "How am I going to get out of here?" he asked himself, voice quivering with the sudden thought that he may stay here for the rest of his life. Choking back a sob he slowly rocked himself to sleep.


"My name is Shang-Yo," the man told Vegeta. Vegeta's eye brows furrowed as he wondered why the name sounded so familiar. "You don't remember me do you?" Shang-Yo asked, laughing a bit.

This only angered Vegeta who yelled, "WHY SHOULD I REMEMBER YOU?! AND WHAT DO YOU WANT WITH ME??" Standing up he held his fist in front of Shang-Yo's face. "I advise you to speak quick old man, before I kill you!" Vegeta said in a calm, threatening voice. This caused the old man to chuckle, before he quickly moved behind Vegeta, and gave him a sound whack in the back of the neck, startling him long enough for Shang-Yo to put him in a position where Vegeta couldn't move in any direction without causing himself pain. "What the HELL is going on???" Vegeta yelled outraged.

"Hmph," Shang-Yo said, "you still let your temper get the better of you, it seems." Vegeta was shaking with anger by now.

"What do you want?" He asked Shang-Yo.

"Isn't it obvious? Hmm, I guess not, if you don't even remember me," Shang-Yo thought to himself.

Vegeta snarled, "Stop mumbling to yourself, and just tell me the damn answer!!!"

Shang-Yo let Vegeta go, and walked to a seat to his right. Sitting down he smiled faintly, "I was your guardian when you were still a little boy. I tried, I guess in vain, to get you to fight with your mind, instead of your emotions." Vegeta stared at the old man for a while, before blinking slowly and responding with, "I think I'd remember you if you really were what you're saying you are. You expect me to believe you were here just waiting for me to come along so you could help me with something?"

"Yes, I do expect you to believe that, because for one you were way too young to remember me, since you've gone through so much since we last met. Not to mention unbeknownst to you I have been keeping a close eye on you to make sure you didn't get into too much trouble, at the wishes of your father, and I noticed your son kidnapped, and you coming to his rescue, but just as I said you fight with your emotions, not your mind. So you of course, rushed out to find your son, with little food, and really no good idea of where your son could be. Did you really expect to find him, and bring him back alive, with what little supplies you have?" Shang-Yo asked.

Vegeta growled with anger. "What do you propose I do then?" He snarled at Shang-Yo.

"Well, I happen to know exactly where your son has been taken, and I believe that the only way for you and your son to live would be if I were to help you get to him, and bring him back."

"What...you don't think I'm capable of saving my own son?!" Vegeta yelled.

"No, I know your not capable of saving your own son without my help," Shang-Yo stated with a small smirk.

"Why you little b-" Vegeta started as he ran to hit the old man in front of him who swiftly moved out of the way, and struck Vegeta at the nape of his neck as he passed him, knocking Vegeta out. "Hmmm, whether you want my help or not, I'm giving it, I will not disappoint your father, and let you rush to your death trying to save your son." With that Shang-Yo walked away leaving Vegeta in the room unconscious.


It was dark when Vegeta woke up with a splitting headache. Groaning he sat up, clutching his head. "That man shall die..." he muttered to himself, just as the door opened and none other than Shang Yo walked in.

"Feeling better now?" He asked with a faint smile tugging at his lips.

"I'll feel better once I've killed you," Vegeta muttered through clenched teeth.

"Now why would you kill me?" Shang Yo asked mimicking innocence, perfectly, "If I were to die than who would help you with your son?"

"I can save my own son," Vegeta growled menacingly, "I don't need yours or anyone else's help!!!!"

"Tsk tsk tsk...such arrogance shall get you killed," Shang Yo said, shaking his head, "and what would your wife think of losing BOTH her son and husband?"

The question shocked Vegeta. He had never considered Bulma in any of this. His only motivation had been to rescue his son by any means necessary. He wondered briefly how Bulma would deal with the loss of both him and Trunks and immediately stopped the thought right there. He did not like where it took him. He resigned to let Shang Yo help him....for now anyway.

"Alright, old man, I won't kill you at the moment, but watch your back, I can't assure you that I will be able to resist the urge for long." Shang-Yo did nothing but laugh at this remark and with a nod said, "Alright then, come on," and walked out the door, motioning for Vegeta to follow him.


Trunks lay in his cell wondering about life before he had been kidnapped. "Life wasn't all that bad," he muttered to himself, "I don't even care that Vegeta acts like he hates me, I just want to go home..." He sat up and 'stared' defiantly at where he assumed the door was. "And I will!!" he stated confidently, more as a reassurance to himself.

He stayed sitting in the corner of his cell, staring with unseeing eyes at the door until he fell asleep. Shortly after Yojiko slammed open the door and walked into the cell roughly grabbing Trunks by the neck before he could even completely wake up. "You're going to have to be quicker than that, if you want to live," he replied smugly, pulling Trunks close to his face. "Now, come on, it's off to another lesson..." With that he dragged Trunks back to the training room where he proceeded to beat the living shit out of Trunks. When Trunks felt he couldn't take another punch and prayed for death, Yojiko laughed and said, "Now, let's see how you do with Dominick and Rojalit."

Fearing for his life Trunks quickly stood up, as he felt the ground below him shake and heard the booming of what must be Dominick and Rojalit's footsteps. Quickly taking to the air he smiled inwardly when he came up with a plan. Using the little strength he had left he flew towards the sound of footsteps and laid a punch when he felt he was close enough, being rewarded with the feeling of his fist colliding with skin. The battle continued on in Trunks' favor for a long while, for Trunks could hear every move his opponents made. By now he was smiling broadly, with his achievement, but his smile soon disappeared as Yojiko came up behind him and smacked him behind the head, effectively knocking him out. "Very good," Yojiko said, "Now that we know you aren't deaf let's see how you can do when your enemies are completely silent..."


Trunks 'looked' around himself in total fear, he couldn't hear anything! There was no wind, or birds chirping, or ANYTHING! He couldn't even hear anyone breathing!

'What in the hell is going on?!' Trunks thought to himself in a dead panic. He cautiously raised both of his hands in front of him, and twirled them in front and back, trying to make sure nothing was standing right next to him.

He was paranoid that something was going to jump at him from behind. 'Why can't dad be here?' He asked himself, 'Wait! I don't need him; I can take care of myself! I'm not weak' He told himself confidently. With a smirk he charged in the direction that seemed most likely to hold his secret enemy.

While flying he listened to see if anyone was near him, but unfortunately he didn't hear anything till it was too late. A look of pain crossed his face as he felt what seemed to be a long sword being stabbed right through his abdomen. He fell to the floor, shaking as a warm liquid pooled around him. His eyes began to haze over and the last thing he heard was the malicious laughter of Yojiko and another man he didn't know.


Vegeta was getting quite annoyed with following Shang-Yo. It seemed as if they were just walking in circles.

"Are we almost there, old man!?" Vegeta yelled not too kindly.

"You must be patient if you wish to retrieve your son." Shang-Yo replied calmly, only pissing off Vegeta more.

"Enough of this, old man, you either stop fucking around with me, and tell me where Trunks is, or I can kill you right here and now, and use your ship to do my bidding!" Vegeta yelled at him.

Shang-Yo merely stared at Vegeta as if nothing had ever happened, and continued walking. "In this room, please," he said holding out his hand to the door to his left, gesturing for Vegeta to enter. Who with a small grunt proceeded into the room, and took a seat that was close to the door. He seemed to be in some kind of a meeting room.

"What do you want to tell me?" He asked, trying hard not to just kill the man on the spot.

Shang-Yo ignored Vegeta's question and walked to the front of the room, where he pressed a small red button. "Watch and learn, my easily agitated friend."

The back wall lit up with images of a man wearing dark clothing. Then it switched to a map of a world, Vegeta had never seen. The pictures on the back wall kept changing, till it came to a picture of Trunks being carried by the android Yojiko.

Vegeta immediately jumped out of his seat, "Where is that?" he demanded, glaring daggers at Shang Yo, "Tell me now!"

Shang-Yo turned sadly towards Vegeta, "That, I'm afraid, is the planet Thayet, a planet that is heavily guarded by the U.W." With a sigh Shang-Yo shook his head, "there is no possible way to get your son, without the consent of King Drake."

Vegeta stared at Shang Yo angrily, "What the hell does all that mean? What's the U.W. who's Drake? And what does all this have to do with Trunks?"

Shang-Yo looked at Vegeta sadly before replying, "The U.W. is the United Worlds, it is a group of worlds, kind of like the Earth's United Nations. They are led by a Saiyan, presumably the last known one, besides yourself and Goku of course, named Drake, who for some reason has taken a liking to your son."

Vegeta glared at Shang Yo, "No saiyan is going to kidnap my son, and get away with it!" He roared, "he shall feel my wrath!"

Shang-Yo stared at Vegeta, "If you go after your son, without turning the people against Drake, you shall surely die, if you come with me, we can help the brotherhood, a group of rebels who are all fighting to dethrone the tyrant Drake!"

Vegeta glared daggers at Shang-Yo, "Why would I want to help some band of rebels? All I want is my son, and I WILL get him!"

Shang-Yo shook his head, "I didn't want to do this, but I'm afraid you won't be able to !" A large group of men in arms ran into the room. "Please show Vegeta to his room, he will be joining us to the planet Thayet, and helping us with dethroning Drake."

The guards smirked and all dove at Vegeta, who tried his best to get rid of them, but only succeeding in stalling them from knocking him out, and locking him in a room.


Trunks woke up in another cell with a pounding headache; he sat up and tried to sense if anyone was around him. Not feeling anyone's presence, he cautiously stood up and moved towards the door. Placing his hand over it he re-thought his plans of escape.

'Let's see, the plan is simple really...' he said to try and reassure himself. 'All I have to do is blow down this door, and try and miraculously fly down all the hallways, blind, without running into any walls, and then once all THAT is done I have to steal a ship and blindly fly it to home!'

Punching the door in anger he dropped to his knees and curled into a ball. "This is hopeless...I'm never going to be able to escape!"

It was then that his mind decided to play tricks on him, as he saw or...more like felt his father's presence with him and heard him yelling at him for being a baby.

"I am NOT a baby!!!" He yelled out in anguish.

{Of course you are! You've always been one; you are not WORTHY to be my son! No saiyan child of mine would give up so easily!!!} The voice roared.

"What am I supposed to do??" Trunks yelled back.

{How 'bout you try saving yourself for once instead of having others do it for you!}

"I would save myself if I could, but the odds are stacked against me!!!"

{The odds aren't stacked against you, you're just to weak to do anything for yourself!}

"I am NOT!!" Trunks yelled out angrily as he jumped up and flew towards the door, sending a ki blast at it, and successfully knocking it off it's hinges, "I will show you that I can help myself!"

With that Trunks flew with all his might towards where his gut was telling him the exit was. The voice continuously taunting him the whole way.


Vegeta woke up in a cell of his own and quickly ran to the door, sending every energy blast he could muster at it. Needless to say it wasn't long before you couldn't see a thing for all the smoke. Smirking Vegeta walked outside of the now mutilated doorway. He sensed where the old man, Shang-Yo was. A small growl erupted from his lips as he walked towards the soon to be dead old man.

It wasn't long before the Saiyan found his way to Shang-Yo's room. He looked at the door that was supposed to keep enemies out, and gave a small snort at how pathetic it was. With a simple punch he had the door thrown off it's hinges and was now racing to where the old man slept. Pure hatred filled his eyes as he stood over the old man's sleeping form.

"How dare you try to keep me from my son?!" he asked voice trembling from anger. He grabbed Shang-Yo's neck and none to kindly pulled him up to his face. A small gurgle elicited from his victim's throat as his eyes popped open and fear crossed his features.

"How did you get out?" Shang-Yo asked in disbelief.

"Your pathetic attempts to keep me captive are nothing but humorous, unfortunately for you I am not one known for my sense of humor" Vegeta spat as his grip on Shang-Yo's neck tightened. "Now say your goodbyes..."

Shang-Yo's eyes widened even more and he started sputtering apologies to Vegeta. "Please, don't kill me! I didn't want to hurt you, but we needed your help!!"

Vegeta growled, "I help NO one!" With that he tightened his grip even more and gave it a fatal twist, but before he could finish the job at killing Shang-Yo he was shot from behind. Dropping the old man, he turned around to the one who shot him, death gleaming in his eyes, and he laughed an evil laugh as he shot an energy ball of his own, killing the man instantly.

"NO!" Shang-Yo yelled, "If you kill us, you have no way of saving your son!!"

"And how is that?" Vegeta asked as he once again walked closer to the old man.

"We destroyed your ship...you'll have no transportation!" Shang-Yo gasped.

"I see nothing wrong with taking YOUR ship to complete my needs," Vegeta stated with his well known smirk.

Shang-Yo's face creased with fear and desperation, "You can't kill EVERYONE on this ship!!!"

"Watch me..." was the only reply Vegeta gave Shang Yo before sending him a personal energy beam of his own.


Trunks kept flying straight. It wasn't long before he felt a slight breeze brushing across his cheeks. His face lit up with joy at the knowledge that he had successfully flown through all those passageways without hitting a single wall. Slowing down, he tried to hear if anyone was near him. When he felt he was alone he preceded in flying towards where he assumed Drake would store the ships. 'It seems I may just make it out of here' he thought optimistically.

It didn't take long for him to come to a big room filled with shuttles of all sorts. Walking in quietly he searched, with his hands, for a ship he could manage on his own. His heart skipped a beat when he found himself standing next to a space craft similar to the Correr 2000, which was a type of shuttle that his mother had taught him on. Trunks wasted no time as he quickly jumped into the ship and started it. Adrenaline was coursing through his veins, making him jumpy and excited.

"I'll show dad that I'm not as weak as he thought!" Trunks murmured, while launching the ship into the air. 'I hope I don't run into anything on my way out...that just wouldn't be right to get in a crash when I'm so close to escaping,' he prayed.


Shang-Yo's eyes widened briefly and he gasped before Vegeta's energy ball hit him in the stomach. A slight scream escaped from his lips before he was no more.

Sirens filled the air and red lights began to flash. _WARING WARNING WARNING_ the ship's alarm rang. Vegeta scowled and spat on Shang Yo. "You had to make this difficult didn't you?" he inquired, "Oh well, the more challenging, the more fun!"

Flying off into the center of the ship he began fighting all he got in his way, needless to say it was total chaos...


Yojiko was sitting in his chambers lost in thought when he felt a strong ki fly past his door. "What the!" he exclaimed while jumping out of his thoughts and rushing out into the hallway where he saw a figure disappear behind the corner.

A small smirk tugged at his lips as he followed this figure. "It seems the boy isn't as cowardly as I thought," he mused. Quietly he followed Trunks like a predator follows its prey.

Yojiko silently stalked Trunks and watched him steal his ship. Smirking he decided to play with the young boy, by letting him think he could get away. He allowed Trunks to take off into the air, before he raised his arm and took aim and the ships fuel tank. Knowing full well that if he managed to hit this, it would cause a huge explosion which Trunks was not likely to live from.


Vegeta was in a heated battle with half the occupants of the ship he planned on stealing. He smirked inwardly at the fact he was outnumbered a hundred to one, but still winning without breaking so much as a sweat.

"You people are PATHETIC!" He taunted.

He threw a quick punch at the person in front of him, and kicked the man behind him in the groin. The battle pretty much went on without interest like this for ten minutes before one of the men grabbed a gun, and shot it at Vegeta, who only had time to move so it wouldn't hit him in the heart. Instead, it grazed his left arm.

Vegeta's eyes glowed with anger, as his hair started to shift from black to gold. Many men began to run, in fear of their lives, but there were a few who were frozen to the spot out of fear.

"You shouldn't have done that," Vegeta spat, his hair completely gold, and slightly longer. He charged at the man who had shot him, and proceeded to beat the living shit out of him.


Trunks was flying out of the planets gravity when he felt a weird feeling in his gut. He seemed to be getting a signal from himself telling him to speed away to the right. Not knowing why he felt in danger, but knowing that he should obey his instincts he quickly swerved the ship to the right.

Trunks waited for a few seconds wondering if he was just being silly, that there was no danger. No more then a second later he was thrown forward as something collided with the back of his stolen ship. The impact caused him to fly right through the windshield, and luckily he was a good distance away when the ship blew up with a loud 'BANG' Trunks' eyes widened, even though he couldn't see anything, as fear struck his heart. His body freezing, unwillingly. It felt like he wasn't even in control of his own body anymore.

As if things couldn't get any worse, a stray piece of metal that was blown off the ship came hurtling towards Trunks' not responding body. A sharp pain erupted in his forehead, before everything once again went black for him.


Yojiko cackled as he watched the ship blow up into a thousand pieces. He stood there and watched the ship until the fire finally burned out, before he turned back and walked into the castle behind him. Making his way to Drake's throne room, he wiped off his hands and made sure to plaster a fake solemn frown on his face. He knocked on the gigantic golden door to Drake's room, and waited for the slave's to open the doors, permitting his entrance.

When they did, he quickly made his way to Drake's side before telling his awful news about how Trunks had stolen one of the ships, and being blind he accidentally crashed into some other ship before Yojiko could come to his rescue.

"HE WHAT?!" Drake yelled out in anger.

"He has killed himself in his young idiocy..." Yojiko replied humbly.

Drake stood up and began to pace the room, seething with fury. "This ruins EVERYTHING!!!"


Trunks' head swam as consciousness began to sweep over him. He tried to turn, but found his body was too weak to move. Fighting off dizziness, he slowly fluttered his eyes open. Not that it did him any good, he was still blind.

"Where am I?" He asked himself, not really expecting an answer.

"You're safe now," a deep rumbling voice to his left announced.

Alarmed Trunks bolted up, which was a bad decision as a new wave of dizziness cascaded over him. "Who are you, and what do you want with me?" Trunks asked his voice trembling slightly.

"I am one of the brotherhood," the man answered.

"The what? That doesn't explain anything!"

"It does, young one, but you are too blind, figuratively speaking, to see all that I have told you."

Trunks scowled. He didn't know who this guy was, but he knew he didn't like him. Deciding there wasn't much he could do in his present state, he lay back down and fell into a fitful sleep.


The man who was watching Trunks got up from his seat and started walking towards the kitchen. He glanced around the room to make sure no one was there before entering. Sitting at the table were two other guys and a girl.

"So Ragon, how's the little squirt doing?" The girl asked.

"He's doing better than when we found him, Meliane" Ragon replied.

"Considering when we found him we all thought he was dead, I'm thinking that he could be missing limbs and be dying from cancer, and he'd still be doing better," a man with spiky black hair muttered.

"Thank you for your input, Kail," Ragon said sarcastically. Turning to the other man sitting at the table he asked, "Satora, why don't you and Meliane go see if you can find any information about this kid and why Drake wants him."

"Right! Come on Meliane." Satora exclaimed.

"I will never understand why you are so eager to do the crummy jobs," Meliane sighed.

"There is no such thing as a crummy job!" Satora defended, "In order for business to prosper even the little jobs must be done, or everything will fall apart."

"Yeah...whatever," Meliane said, "Just...let's go."

Meliane and Satora both grabbed cloaks and rushed out of the kitchen. Off to do some spy work.


It was the beginning of a new day before Trunks began to wake up again. He heard voices coming from the kitchen.

"...that would explain why Drake wanted him."

"I know, this is great, with him with us we can finally get rid of Drake and his no good companion, Yojiko, once and for all!"

Trunks didn't know who was talking, but he did know they were talking about him. 'I have to get out of here' he thought to himself. Sitting up slowly, he turned himself towards the door. Without thinking about the fact that in his accident in the spaceship he had injured his head, he stood up...briefly.

Ragon was talking with Satora and the others about their new 'ally' when he heard a crash come from the living room. "What in the hell..."

Satora was quick to action, he ran into the living room and picked a hurt Trunks up off the ground, and laid him back on the couch. He began to check Trunks for any injuries as Melanie, Ragon, and Kail entered the living room.

'So much for escaping' Trunks sighed. He didn't even bother glaring at Satora while he rebandaged the wound on his head. Everything hurt too much and he didn't have the energy to even think right.

'Dad...please come get me...I need you, I can't do this alone. I really am weak...' Trunks thought to himself as he felt Satora inject some kind of a liquid into his arm. Everything went hazy and Trunks yet again blacked out.