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Notes: Sorry these chapters are so short. I'm a slow writer. (I like to think of it as meticulous.)

Disclaimer: I still don't own DBZ or its characters, but I do have a life-sized Trunks wall scroll. I'll stop writing before I give that up, so you better not turn me in! ^_^

Chapter Two


On a lawn several miles from any city, sat a boy of probably 14 or 15. Most would expect a boy of his age to be enjoying the late summer afternoon to roughhouse with his friends or sit sipping lemonade with a pretty young girl and watch the sun fall beyond the horizon.

But not this young boy, a close look at this particular boy would reveal that he, not unlike so many others his age and in this time, had seen more than those three times his age. A look into his young eyes would reveal a soul that had been scarred almost beyond repair.

Suddenly, this not so young boy jumped up. "Mom!" he yelled into the all but abandoned building behind him, "I'm going out!"

"Trunks!" came the almost frantic reply from the woman inside. She dropped the schematics she had been pouring over and with almost super-human speed burst out the front door and ran to her son. She stopped behind him and placed a hand on his shoulder just before he crouched to take off. "Don't you dare go out and do anything foolish."

She knew that he had heard the news reports about West Town. They had been listening to them all afternoon.

For months, ever since, well, ever since he came home that stormy night all alone, her only son had been almost desperate to find himself in mortal danger once again. Day after day, he had trained for countless hours only to fall into bed, almost unconscious, when night fell and start anew the next morning.

But not today, today had been different. He had stopped some time after lunch and sat on the lawn all afternoon. He stared off into the distance and listened to the news reports until all that was left was static.

Another city had fallen.

"Mom, there has to be something I can do." He looked at her through lavender bangs desperately seeking her assent. "It's what Gohan would have done. He wouldn't have wanted me to just give up!" He was pleading with her now. Pleading for her to understand. Pleading with her to allow him to do this one small thing to help atone for his inability to save his mentor, savior, and best friend.

Sighing, she dropped her head a bit and relented. "Go. Do what you can." She knew that they were probably long gone by now, both the androids and the humans they had mercilessly killed, or they would be by the time he got there.

She really didn't know what he thought he could do at this point, but if he could find something to help heal his broken spirit, then it was worth the risk. Almost. "Just," she paused for a second and looked him in the eye, trying to convey her entire meaning, "be careful." She knew he heard her silent plea for him to come back.

He nodded once and took off in the direction he had been staring all afternoon.

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More Notes: Before you get on my case about Trunks not being 14 or 15 in the DBZ Movie, I want to make a couple of things clear about how I'm approaching this story. I think the things that happen in the main timeline could happen in the Mirai Trunks timeline, but they don't have to happen in the same order or the same time. The androids have to have had some impact on the timeline. All I know is that before Gohan dies Trunks is 13 or 14 and does not have a sword and when we see him 3 years later he does have it. So I'm basing this story during those 3 years. If that's a problem, I apologize.