Trunks slowly became aware that he was laying on a cold, hard floor. He opened his eyes, but saw nothing but blackness. Where was he? His mind seemed to be working slower then usual. He weakly pushed himself up into a sitting position and pushed his shoulder length hair off of his clammy face. He felt out in the dark until he met the wall and leaned against it wearily. As his reeling mind cleared, he remembered where he was.

Well, he didn't exactly know where he was, but he remembered the past few days, at least. Not that he wanted to remember them.

Trunks had come back to this timeline for nothing more then a visit. Although Vegeta had been anything but loving to him, it had been nice having a father figure to train with. As well, he found it strangely comforting to be with other Saiyans. In his timeline he was the only one left.

However, things hadn't worked out as planned. He had transported back into a secluded forest, and had just put away the Time Machine into it's capsule when he had encountered Dr. Raichi. Trunks barely remembered him, but he did recall that Dr. Raichi had been bent on killing all of the remaining Saiyans. He hadn't been able to go super Saiyan, and the old tuffle had taken him down so easily that it embarrassed Trunks to think about it. When he had woken up, he had been in… this… facility? Trunks didn't even know what this place was. They had been questioning him and torturing him when he didn't tell them exactly what they wanted to know for the past few days. Trunks smiled bitterly as he remembered how angry they were getting, since he was still flat out denying that he even knew what a Saiyan was, never mind that he was one. Still, what did he have to loose? His mother was in a different timeline, and the Bulma of this time didn't even know he was here. He wasn't about to endanger Vegeta, Bulma, or even his younger self by saying anything about his family.

There was one thing that kept popping into his mind as he sat in silent darkness. They had brought Gohan in this morning. Or- at least Trunks thought it was Gohan… Trunks had meant to come back just a few months after the Cell games, so that everyone would have been the same age. However, maybe he had miscalculated, or the Time Machine had glitched, because Gohan didn't look like he was 11 anymore. He was a teenager now, and Trunks wouldn't admit it aloud, but it made him a little uneasy. Gohan was starting to look like the man who had trained Trunks his whole childhood, the man who had died for him, the man who had made Trunks who he was today. Trunks swallowed. But Gohan wasn't that same person. He would have to remember that this Gohan was just an older version of the kid he had known five years ago. But it was proving to be hard, especially with the serum they had injected him with earlier when he yet again refused to talk. He surpressed a shiver as he remembered the vivid visions that he had experienced. He had watched Gohan die by the hands of the Andriods again and again, he had felt the emotional pain as if it was amplified. He shouldn't feel this drained, he should be stronger. Trunks was secretly glad that Vegeta had no idea where he was. He didn't even want to imagine what his father would do if he knew his son was dwelling on the past and letting it affect him this much. Trunks closed his eyes and focused on his breathing, but before he could relax, the door to the room opened and two men in white dragged Gohan in and left him, unconscious, in the middle of the room. They left before Trunks could even react, and the sound of the door slamming shut echoed in the small cell. Trunks let his eyes adjust to the darkness again, then weakly crawled over to where Gohan was laying, breathing unevenly. Trunks felt his arms shaking, barely even able to support his weight. He swore under his breath at the energy suppressing technology they had developed. He finally reached Gohan, who was now only a few years younger then him, and put his hand on Gohan's wrist, checking his pulse. It was uneven and his skin was clammy. Trunks didn't know what he could even do for Gohan, there was nothing in this room but them. Gohan began to mumble incoherently in his sleep, and Trunks rubbed his arm comfortingly, although he knew that it probably wouldn't do any good.

What felt like two hours later, Trunks had managed to bring Gohan over to the wall next to him, where he sat, trying to meditate, or at least trying to retain some sort of strength. However, it wasn't helping, and he still felt weaker then he could remember ever being. Suddenly, he sensed that Gohan was waking up and turned quickly towards him.

"What… happened…" Gohan mumbled hoarsely. He was clearly just as disorientated as Trunks had been after waking up from the Serum.

Trunks reached over and gently helped Gohan into a sitting position. "I'm fairly sure that they gave you the same thing they gave me, in which case, I am truly sorry. And don't worry, your dad, and Piccalo for that matter, don't blame you for any mistakes in battle you've ever made." Trunks decided that it would be better to comfort Gohan then to pretend he hadn't heard him yelling about his deepest regrets and fears for the past few hours.

Gohan drew in a quick breath. "I'm…. sorry you had to hear that." He rubbed his hand through his hair awkwardly.

Trunks turned toward Gohan. Even though it was dark, his eyes had adjusted, so it wasn't that hard to make out his face. Gohan wasn't meeting his eyes. "Gohan, don't worry about it. If you had been in here while I was messed up on that horrible stuff, you probably would have had to listen to me screaming about … well, about your death."

Gohan turned towards Trunks. "My death?"

Trunks kept forgetting that it was definitely some time since Gohan had seen him. "Well, I think the main thing that injection does is make you relive the most painful memories of your life. In my timeline, Gohan was my mentor, like Piccalo was to you. The androids killed him." Trunks said bluntly.

"Oh." Gohan said softly. "Right. I forgot." Gohan turned slowly, as if he was still in pain, towards Trunks. "Why are you back here again anyway? I mean, not that I'm not glad to see you, but does the world need saving again?" He said wryly.

"I think if anything needs saving, it's us." Trunks said slightly sarcastically, then softened. "I really just came back for a visit." Trunks gestured around the dark room. "So much for that, though."

"Yeah." Gohan said softly, rubbing his eyes.

"I hope that someone looks for you, because you're the only one who knows that I'm in this time." Trunks said softly. "My mother and father have their real son, they don't have any reason to think about me in the slightest."

"If Vegeta had any idea you were in here, there would be hell to pay." Gohan said bluntly.

"As soon as he got here, he'd be so weakened by the energy suppressors that he'd just join us." Trunks said tiredly. "But I doubt that anyone will ever find us."

"Don't say that." Gohan said, fear in his voice.

Trunks turned to Gohan. "Do you really think they're just going to question us, then just send us on our way?" When Gohan didn't answer, Trunks continued. "We're going to die in here. And we can't even fight back, even though I think we both know that if we had our power, we could easily kill everyone in here." Trunks grit his teeth and clenched his fists. "Boy, do I want to."

Gohan rubbed his arms distractedly, which were stripped with cuts from his questioning with the doctor earlier. "My mother will look for me."

Trunks appeared to be thinking. "Gohan… are our mothers friends?"

Gohan frowned. "Not really. But … uh… You…. I mean Trunks, and Goten are."

"Goten?"

"Oh, right. Goten… my younger brother." Gohan explained. "He's just a year younger then … you. The little you, I mean. God, this is confusing."

"It's ok, I know who you mean." Trunks smiled in spite of their situation. "You never had a brother in my time. Well, I'm hoping that your mother asks mine if she's seen you."

"What good will that do?" Gohan asked.

"Well, at least in my time, my mother developed technology which can hone in on certain energy types. A locator of sorts." Trunks thought for a moment. "Actually, the technology is probably similar to the Kai surpressor that Raichi made. Except with Bulma's, it just finds the energy, instead of containing it."

"She can find us?" Gohan said, his excitement rising, despite how weak he was.

"Assuming she's made that device, yes." Trunks said. "At least then we have a chance to get out of here."

Gohan felt hope, in spite of himself. "If I know my mother, she's already sent out a search party."

"I hope so." Trunks said. "Do you know why Raichi did this to us? I mean, why hasn't he gone for Vegeta? Or the younger me"

Gohan frowned. "I don't know. He … said something about wanting to deal with us first… As for why he hasn't gone for the younger you, I … think it might have just been pure bad luck that he found you first."

Trunks sighed. "Well, from what I hear, we'll probably be seeing Raichi sooner then later."

Gohan nodded. "And won't that be a great reunion."

Trunks leaned against the wall again. "I just hope that someone comes for us before then. Or we find a way out of here."


Chi Chi grit her teeth angrily. Gohan had gone for firewood the night before, and had never come back. At first, she had thought that he had just decided to camp outside, or something like that. It was the type of thing that Goku would have done. However, when he didn't show up the following day for breakfast, she knew something was wrong. Her sons never missed breakfast. She paced back and forth around her kitchen, wishing that Goten would come back. She had sent him out looking for Gohan about an hour ago.

As if on cue, Goten walked in. The fear on his face was evident. "Mom… I couldn't find him." His tiny shoulders sunk in disappointment.

Chi Chi sunk into a nearby chair. "You can't sense his energy?"

Goten paused. "He… he might be too far away."

Chi Chi felt her eyes well up with tears. "Or dead." She knew she shouldn't be saying that in front of her five year old son, but he was a warrior, a Saiyan, like her husband.

Goten ran over and hugged his mother's legs. "He isn't mom, I know he's not."

Chi Chi found his words comforting. She straightened her back. "You're right. He's far too smart and strong for that." Chi Chi seemed at lost as to what she should do.

Goten was staring at her face questioningly. "Mom… maybe we should get help from Trunks parents."

Chi Chi thought this over. Her and Bulma had become very competitive with one another lately, especially since both of their sons were training for the upcoming World Tournament, but she definitely needed help finding Gohan. Bulma and Gohan had been friends, so she'd be sure to help. Chi Chi patted her son, who looked so much like Goku, gently on the head. "You're right." She smiled at him. "Let's take the Nimbus, it'll be fastest."

Thankful that they were at least still trying to find Gohan, Goten nodded. "Lets go!" He grabbed Chi Chi's hand and pulled her towards the door.

Review please! Also, next chapter will include Goku on King Kai's planet. (Where he is when this story takes place) In case you want an exact point, it's after the fight with Cell, but before Gohan goes to high school. Thanks for those who have watched and/or reviewed! XO Ariel.