I have started giving my friend her notebook back so she can continue with the story, so I won't have it as much anymore. She has only written a little to Chapter 7 so I want to try to keep the updates constant. I can only type this in school so please bear with me. Thanks bunches!

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"Talking"

'Thinking'

*Sound Effect*

(Me making a comment on this story because I didn't write this and I deserve a chance to comment too)

Ch. 5

Breakfast was heard in the kitchen as Vegeta made his way to his son's room. Guilt weld in him when he remembered his son's hurt face. HIS SON. He had hurt HIS SON. No sleep blessed him last night and now his patience was wearing thin. With a slight hesitation, he knocked on his son's door.

"Trunks? Can I come in?" As if the answer would matter. However, there was no answer.

"Trunks?" Vegeta asked again, slightly intimidated when he heard only silence. He opened the door.

"What the bloody hell!?" Trunks' room was practically stripped of everything besides the furniture. All traces of clothing were gone.

Vegeta rushed down stairs, "Bulma, have you seen Trunks?!"

"You mean he isn't in his room?" she asked surprised.

"He isn't even in the house." He replied. Bulma stopped what she was doing and quickly dialed for ChiChi.

"Yes?" ChiChi answered.

"Hey ChiChi, it's me, Bulma. Is Trunks at your house?"

"No… why? Don't tell me he's missing!!"

"Yeah… I-" Bulma was cut off when Vegeta snatched the phone from her.

"Tell Kakorat to meet me at my house." With that, he hung up and, though his didn't want to, called all the 'Z fighters'. Within the next 10 minutes, everyone was there.

"What's up Vegeta? It's unlike you to call a meeting." Yamcha sneered at Vegeta.

"Shut the hell up!" Vegeta growled back.

"Why are we here?" Goku asked. Vegeta glanced at Bulma who was teary-eyed and brushing Miki's hair.

"M-my liddle boy!!" Bulma wailed, bursting into tears and squeezing the life out of Miki. Everyone scanned the room; Trunks was nowhere to be seen.

"We couldn't find him…" Vegeta said, knocking out the pointless questions.

"Was he kid napped?" Krillin asked, making 18 clutch her daughter closer to her and making Bulma's crying intensify.

"I would have sensed anyone before they entered the property. Not to mention, the alarms would have gone off." Vegeta answered, glaring at Krillin for not considering their security.

"E-eh heh heh… just a suggestion…" Krillin laughed nervously.

"He could have ran away." Gohan spoke up, Videl nodding her agreement.

"My son doesn't run away." Vegeta shot back. Goten shouted his agreement.

"Well, think about it. He was mad at you, Vegeta. This isn't a physical fight. He doesn't have an outlet. With Trunks' temper, he probably took off somewhere to blow off some steam." Gohan reasoned as Videl backed him up. It made sense and everyone knew it.

"Let's split up and search. Check everywhere Trunks has ever been." Goku directed after Vegeta left the room with a blast to begin his search.

~With Trunks~

Trunks had just finished making breakfast when JC started to awake. A whimper escaped her throat as she tried to sit up.

"Hold on JC, your wounds got inflamed yesterday." Trunks brought her some medicine for the pain and some antibiotics. "Here, take these." JC's sight was blurry as she tried to reach for the pills. After a moment of watching her struggle, he grasped her hand and dropped the pills into it.

"T'anks." She murmured as she popped them in and downed the water given to her.

"No prob' … Just get well soon, okay?" JC was startled when Trunks pressed his face into her hair as he hugged her shoulders. "I'm sorry…" he murmured into her hair.

"F-For wa!?" JC's speech was a little incoherent with her feverish state.

"For leaving you when you needed me…" Trunks did not want to let go of her.

"Mmh….i's 'kay." JC sighed when she understood and relaxed into the hug.

"Why do you forgive me?" Trunks timidly asked through her hair.

"…'cuz", she murmured, her fever blush getting brighter from embarrassment.

"…" Trunks was debating on whether to pry or to confess. Being noble, he replied, "…You know… I ran away because I was scared…"

"Why?" JC was surprised when Trunks changed the subject.

"'Cuz… I thought you would hate me…" JC was befuddled as to why he was scared of resentment. Before she could say anything, Trunks continued, "… and that would have hurt real bad since………. I …………l-love…….you." (awwww childhood love :) )

"I…… love you, too." JC murmured as she snuggled into Trunks.

"R-Really!?" Trunks exclaimed, revealing his cherry-red face as he sat straighter to see JC's eyes.

"Y-yeah…." JC smiled at him. The medicine was taking effect so her pain was dulling. Trunks' smile stretched ear-to-ear. Just then, an alarm went off.

"Holey Sweat Potato Pie!!" Trunks shouted as he rushed 10 yards away, to the 'kitchen'. "I left the stove on! Breakfast is ruined!!.... Oh well." Trunks dowsed the fire with water and tossed the burned food into a trashcan. He then pulled out an ex-large pizza from the oven and set it on the counter top to cool.

JC looked puzzled. Trunks glanced at her, grinned, tapped his temple, and said, "Always thinking." JC giggled.

"So you knew you would ruin breakfast?" she asked, leaning into a bean bag while picking up her bunny.

"N-no… I knew we would need something else to eat eventually, and I didn't want to waste my time with you by cooking…" he trailed off with a blush, causing JC to blush as well.

Feeling a surge of energy, JC staggered up and tried her best to sneak up behind Trunks, who was busy cutting the pizza. With a smug smile, she glomped him from behind.

"Thanks you, Trunks!" she spoke into his ear.

"W-whoa! Your welcome!" Trunks was taken by surprise, not expecting her to be able to get up that well. "Careful…" Trunks murmured as he watched JC stumble back to her bean bag.

As JC sat, she glanced at her bracelet. The dragon balls were rosy pink in color. 'That must symbolize the feeling I'm having right now… I wonder what it's called…' as she puzzled over this, purple started to swirl in, 'Well, there goes that pretty color' JC thought, disappointed, causing the color to get darker. She stared at the stars inside. They were deep green: worry and Anxiety. 'Miki….'

"Trunks?" she called as he brought the pizza next to her.

"Yes?" he asked as he settled right next to her, placing the pizza on a low table.

"What's going on on the surface?" she asked as she grabbed a slice.

"Well, when I left, my family and friends were explaining Earth to this girl who was in the crash-"

"Is she alright!?" JC cut him off.

"Yes, my mom took care of her." He paused, looking at JC's relieved expression. "She thinks your dead, you know?" JC rolled her eyes.

"She is such a drama queen!" this answer took Trunks by surprise, "All she has to do is look at her dragon balls to know for sure I'm alive! Jeez! What a pain!" JC ranted as she stuffed her 5th slice of pizza in her mouth.

"Are those really dragon balls?" Trunks asked, eyeing the color-changing spheres.

"Yep!" JC smiled, holding up her wrist.

"Why do they change color?" Trunks asked as they turned a pale orangey-yellow.

"They reflect my emotions! Different colors and combinations mean different things."

"Why are the stars different?" Trunks asked, eyeing the dark color.

"The stars show my sister's emotions"

"And she has another set like these?"

"Yep! They're connected. The dragons they summon are twins, just like me and Miki." JC smiled as she watched the shifting colors.

"Why are there two 1 stars?" he asked looking at her earrings.

"Oh, one is fake." Trunks stared at the earrings.

"How…?" he frowned, confusion preventing him from finishing his question. "It changes too…" he settled on stating the obvious.

"I said it was fake, not that it doesn't change too." JC sighed, wondering how to explain, "It's just awesome like that." She smiled, satisfied with her explanation.

"I see!" Trunks laughed. 'Wow, she likes things simple!'

"How long till I can see her? Can you bring her here?" JC asked, hope shining in her eyes.

"I think… it would be… better for you to heal first…" Trunks didn't want to disappoint JC, but he also didn't like the idea of sharing her. If he were to leave the cave now, his father or Goten or even Goku or Gohan might see him and this cave wouldn't be his anymore."

"…. You can't bring her here?" Her expression fell, leaving a devastated appearance on her face a moment before she collected her thoughts and hardened her face. Trunks saw her earring flash with silver streaks.

"Well… I'm hiding right now, so I can't leave." The thought of leaving JC again ripped soul-shattering pain through him, "I can't leave you…" Blue, green, and a hint of purple swirled into her earrings, but Trunks took no notice. He was busy staring into the emerald sea of her eyes.

"Oh…" JC weakly smiled as her head slightly tilted, "Then I'll deal with it."

I will see if I can type up Ch. 6 over the weekend or Omi (my friend) might take her notebook back so I can see Ch. 7 when she gets it written. We'll see how it works out. Thanks bunches for reading! Omi's the happiest person in the world right now!! :)