HI everyone. I'm back. I know. I've been so bad at updating. I'm so sorry. I was just being so lazy, oh and I got pneumonia like a month ago…arrgh. Not very pleasant. Anyways I'm back and I have a new chapter for MEDJAI. Yay. I know a lot of you are anxious (yeah right. I say anxious to make myself feel good. :) ) Okay so a little heads up…read this chapter very carefully. I hope you understand it…it's a little confusing but its supposed to be. It will all make sense soon. It's kind of like a puzzle with pieces popping up everywhere. Alright that's enough of my rant. Please review. Please please review. Tell me if you like this and let me know if you understand my madness. Also, I'd like to know where you guys think this story is going (just curious). Ciao for now and enjoy!

Medjai 14

Trunks stared up at the ceiling. It seemed to him that things were quickly spiraling down into mayhem. He didn't know why he had stayed. He should have just left, then and there. No compromises, no pity…that's how it should have been…but it hadn't.

The woman had broken down completely. Shock was short of what he had felt. She had dropped to her knees, begging him to stay. He still didn't know what to think of her behavior, kneeling before a Medjai…what was she thinking?

He sighed heavily and looked around the room, not even bothering to get up from the bed…at least that's what he had heard the woman call it. He particularly liked the bed. It was warm, comfortable, very far removed from the cot and the cardboard boxes he had slept in before. He hadn't really had time to examine the room he was in, but from what he had seen, he knew it was strange, just like everything else on this planet. Too bright and clean.

He got up slowly, still painfully aware of his injuries. The room was spacious, far more than the chamber Jaune, Kray and he had shared on Tournament Planet. He grabbed a small frame from one of the nightstands. He looked at the photograph. He was so young…smiling. How long ago was this? He thought, before turning the photo over. He was annoyed by all his hopeful thoughts. Since when had he become a hopeful idiot?

He turned at the sound of rustling just outside the door.

"Sorry. I thought you were asleep." Goten said, smiling nervously. "Can I come in?"

Trunks stared at the boy, who looked no older than himself. Something like recognition and grief trickled at the back of his mind. "Badly burned…"

"Your mom said you were awake."

"She's not my mother." Trunks said roughly.

Goten blinked, a little startled by Trunks' reaction. "Oh okay." He stuttered nervously. "Sorry."

"No." Trunks said after a while. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be rude."

Again Goten was at a loss for words, but this time he couldn't help but grin. "Apologizing. I think I like you better now."

"Why?" Trunks asked, somewhat curious. "Was I a bad person?"

"No." Goten said, feeling a little more comfortable. He looked around the room. He had stayed over so many nights, had sneaked out of this very room on so many occasions. There were so many memories, but those had been formed so long ago. How old had I been? Eight, nine. That was a long time ago. "You were just not the apologizing kind."

"What kind was I?"

"You were the kind that hated being wrong. You were bossy, always wanting everything your way. And you always had to win at everything. You always had to be number one."

"I-I mean this Trunks person," Trunks said, quickly correcting himself, "sounds more like a pampered spoiled neni than the long lost son that woman suffers so much about."

Goten smiled as he heard the word meant to disguise another much cruder one. Neni…

Trunks had coined it after Neninia Barron, the most spoiled and conceited person on the planet. She had definitely been the cause of many of their punishments as children.

"Nah." Goten said. "You were pretty cool, even though you were always getting me into trouble, Neni."

"Stop being such a Neni Trunks." The words floated diffusedly in his mind. He had used that word, in the past, had heard it too.

"Ahem. Ahem."

Both Trunks and Goten turned towards the source. Bulma was standing just outside the door, smiling. "Goten if I remember correctly, you were getting Trunks in as much trouble as he was you, or have you forgotten the dog incident?"

Goten grinned. "Oh that. That was hardly trouble."

"Not according to the man who had to scrub pink and purple paint from his pet."

Trunks smiled despite himself. He looked at the woman and the boy. He didn't understand why he felt relief. "They're gone. Everything is gone." He grew cold at the thought. They're not gone. They're here. And then there was anger…lies…he had been lied to…who? Gray eyes…

"Anyways Goten. Your mom asked me to get you. It's time to leave."

"Oh. Okay." Goten said, looking at his watch. "Is it okay if I stop by tomorrow Bulma?"

"Of course Goten."

"Cool. I'll see you laters Trunks." Goten said and waved.

Trunks waved back absently.

"Trunks are you okay?" Bulma asked.

"Trunks are you okay?"

"I'm just a little tired."

"I'm just a little tired."

"You sure?" Bulma asked.

He nodded. "Yes."

"Okay. You should rest." Bulma said, pulling down the covers on the bed. She waited for him to get in. At first she thought he would object, but he didn't. He seemed almost in a trance. "I'll be outside if you need me."

Again he nodded.

"Rest Trunks."

"Rest Trunks." He could hear the voice. A girl…gray eyes…no…these were different…softer…gentler… "Rest. Rest and dream azure dreams."

November 6, 2007

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