Mira Trunks knelt down and placed roses on his mothers grave. It had been a year since she passed away, but Trunks still felt like it was yesterday. He looked over at the other graves along side hers.
Gohan, Vegeta, Piccolo, Goku, Teinshinhan, Chotzu, Krillen and Yamcha. Everyone of them great fighters against the androids.
One year since he had lost his mother, three since he defeated the androids and cell, and over seven since his sensei died. Why did time seem so blurred together when there was so much pain?
Trunks stood up and flew back towards capule corp. Below him he saw the repairs being made by construction workers. It was going to take longer than he thought to fix everything. Maybe he should grab some tools and lend them a hand. He landed in front of his home and went inside. The roof had been fixed about a year and a half ago when his mother first started to get sick. His tools were in the lab so he ran downstairs to get them. If he kept himself busy he would probably feel better.
Once he was in the lab he walked over to the tool rack he jad put up ans grabed his tool box. After so many years of reackage one learned how to use a hammer. He was about to leave when he saw the time capule on the shelf.
Trunks thought about leaving to the past a few years and warning himself about his mothers illness, but knew that it wasn't what his mother would want. He shook his head and flew outside. Now wasn't the time to think about the past.

Along a different time line . . .

"OWW! Goten get her off of me!" Chibib Trunks said.
"Say uncle!" Pan shouted in his ear as she tightened her strangle hold.
"GOTEN!" Trunks shouted, looking to his friend for assistance.
Gotem shook his head back and forth. He knew better than to get in Pans way when she was fighting.
Trunks struggled beneith her knowing that it was useless. He growled deep in his throat. He hated loseing to Pan.
"UNCLE! Now get off of me you freak!" he said.
Pan smiled down at her elder and got off of him. "You know Trunks," she said. "if you worked out more I think I would have more of a challange."
Trunks glared at her. "I happen to have a job that I have to go to everyday. I don't have time to goof off and train like you do."
Pan stared at him like she wasn't buying it. "I'll give you a week to train but then I am gonna track you down and give you a rematch."
"But-" he started.
"I'm not going to hear it." Pan said. She turned and then took off.
Trunks and Goten watched her go and Trunks smacked goten in the back of his head.
"Ow." he said. "What was that for?"
"That," Trunks said. "was for not helping me out."
"She's just seventeen." Goten said. "I thought you could handle it."
"Bull shit." Trunks said. "She is getting better than her father and he's a mystic sayjin!"
The pair walked inside of capsule corp and they sat down at the dining room table. Goten reached for an apple in the bowl and ate it in two bites. He reached for another.
"You know," he said around a mouthful of fruit. "it wouldn't hurt for you to train a little more. You have been getting weak since you started to work as the vice prez."
"Oh yeah!" Trunk said turning to him. "What about you?" He poked goten in the ribs. "You've been getting a little flabby in the midsection."
"You're both wimps." a voice said.
The turned and saw Vegeta entering the kitchen. He had a towel wrapped around his shoulders and had sweat dripping down his face. It was clear that he had been training in the gravity room. He walked up to them and snatched up the third and last apple. Goten was about to complain, but Vegeta kept talking.
"Tomorrow you will take off work and train with me in the gravity room." he said.
Trunks opened his mouth to protest, yet Vegeta still continued.
"You will do so untill you are up to the standards that I think you should be." He smiled his classic Vegeta smile. "And if you don't, I promise that I will tell Pan about thoughs baby pictures of you having a tea party."
Trunks licked his lips nerviously. "But, uh, mom needs my held at work dad."
"No I don't." Bulma said as she came in. "I fact I think that some training will do you some good."
Trunks stared at his mother blankly. Bulma smiled and said, "I saw your little 'spar' with Pan."
Trunks groaned and looked from Vegeta to his mother to Goten, who had his arms in the fridge.
"Alright." he sighed. "But you've got to train with me." he said looking at Goten. Goten spun around with a sandwitch in his mouth.
"Murfr?" Goten said. He swallowed. "What'd I do?"

"Bye Trunks!"
"Thank you so much!"
"Hpoe to see you agian real soon!"
Mira Trunks waved back at the crowd of people as they went inside their new homes. It had taken all day but the new school district was up and running. Some kids haven't gone to a school above ground in so long that they were actually wanting to go.
Trunks went through an open window of his home and turned the lights on. He stared around and was startled by the emptiness. He walked down the stairs to put up his tools. The nights were the worst. Durring the day he could hang out with the survivers and talk about their plans for renivation. But at night, he laid awake and thought about how lonely he was. No family, no real friends and no one to come home to.
He went over to the tool rack and put up his tools. As he stood there his blue eyes wandered over to the capsule case. The Hope 1, the Hope 1B and the Hope 2. The Hope 1 was the time capsule that he went back in time with, the Hope 1B was the one Cell stole and Hope 2 was the one his mother was working on before she died.
Hope 2 was a special time machine that could detect different timelines through their enery trail. His mom had created it so that if one wanted to they could go the point where the timelines split and go through the warp tunnle to a second times future. In other words he could go to the pasts future. The one where his father and mother were still alive. Were everyone was.
No, he thought. I shouldn't. If I did it might back fire. Mom never had time to test it. She said that one of the possabilities was that the driver could go into a weird alternate denention.
He stared at the capsule.
Trunks opened the case and poped the top of the Hope 2 and tossed it aside. A slightly larger time machine appeared before him. On the side was written: HOPE 2. It still needed a little work, but Trunks beleived he could do it. He grabed his tools and got to work.

A week later Mira Trunks stood smeared in oil, gazing proudly at his finished time capsule. The large yellow and blue time machine stood shining in the center of the lab.
He did it. But could he go through with it? The fuel meter said that there was only enough for one trip. So if he did go he couldn't came back. Also, he wasn'tsure if he would go to the right times future.
Trunks went up to his room and showered. When he was done he dressed in clean clothes. His usual black pants, black tank top, yellow boots and belt. He looked at himself in the mirror. He blue eyes seemed to stand out even more with his tanned skin. He touched his long hair. For some reason he let it grow out. Probably because there was nothing to fight. His sayjin blood was itching for a real challange.
Trunks picked up some siccors and began to cut his hair. Lavender locks landed on the floor and Trunks trimmed it to the same style that he had when he first went back in time.
He went around the room and tossed his things into his duffle bag. He slipped his blue CC jacket over his shoulders and went into the living room. He had called some of the refuges and told them that they could have anything that he left behind. He packed everything that he needed or that had sentemental value in capsule boxes and loaded them in the Hope 2.
Trunks put his bag behind the seat and sat down in the drives seat. He needed to go to where time split. That was when he first went back in time and faught King Cold and Freiza. He entered the time coponents in the computer and braced himself.

Pan flew over the open plains toward Capsule Corp. It had been a week and she was ready to give trunks that rematch he so badly needed. Goten told her that Vegeta was training him all week. Pan nearly giggled with joy when she heard. Hopefully he could whip Trunks into shape.
She was just flying over some vallies when she felt something to her left. It was a high power. Higher than she had felt in a long time. It scared her. At first she thought about going to get the others when she felt something, familiar. She held up her sayjin pride and flew towards the power.

Mira Trunks didn't realize he was holding his breath untill his lungs ached for air. He took a deep breath and jumped out of the Hope 2. He legs wobbled a bit and he leaned his back against the time machine.
This new modle was so much faster that he didn't even remember going through the warp tunnle. He sat up and looked around. He was in the middle of some type of desert. Jagged rocks rose up from the red earth and wind blew up dust. The area wasn't familiar so he assumed that it was a success.
Trunks capsuled the time machine after getting his bag out. He then looked at his tracking watch. It said that Capsule Corp. was about twenty miles east. He picked up his bag and was about to blast off when he heard someone land behind him. Trunks spun around and saw a beautiful young girl, about fifteen to him, wearing a red shirt and a blach vest. Her dark hair was held back by a orange bandanna.
"Well, well, well," she said with her hands on her hips. "what do we have here? Some weak little Trunks. Ready for the beating of a lifetime?" Pan took a fighting stance, raiseing her fists.
Trunks stared at this girl. Was she kidding? He could snap her like a twig and here she was calling him weak and threatening him.
"Who are you calling weak?" he sneered evily.
"You!" she said smiling.
Trunks smiled even more at that. "Go home girly." He turned and started to walk away.
Pans temper rose. It was obvious that Trunks power had risen but that gave him no reason to act like a jerk!
Trunks had walked about three yards when a ki blast hit him in the back. The duffle bag fell out of his grasp as he hit the ground. He turned and glared at the girl. The scowl slid off of his face as she powered up and when . . . SUPER SAYJIN!!?
"You're a- a- a super sayjin!" he said in shock.
"Oh really, I hadn't noticed." Pan said sarcasticly. "Now prepare for your last battle, because this will be your final resting place." She charge to him and threw a punch, only for him to catch it. She threw the other to have it caught too. Pan stared at Trunks and paled. How did he get so strong? she thought. AND he isn't even gone super sayjin yet.
She swung her legs up, trying to get him in the gut, but he tossed her against some rocks. She got up groaning and flinched when she felt the pain up and down her back.
"Damnit! Go super sayjin!" she shouted as she ran towards him. Trunks ducked and dodged all of her blows. He couldn't deny that she was indeed a sayjin, although a weaker one. He wondered if he did go into an alternate demention. This girl knew his name and threatened to kill him. She was possably an enemy to this times Trunks.
He formed his energy into a large blue blast and fired it at her. It knocked her against the rocks again, but this time she went through them.
Pan stared up at Trunks face and passed out cold.
Mira Trunks grabed her by the vest and rose his fist to give the final blow when he saw something written on the vest.

Pan Son.

Trunks let go of Pan and let her fall back to the ground.
"Great."







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