One year later

A dark shadow moved through Capsule Corporation, moving carefully not to disturb the quiet environment of the lab and the storage rooms.

A glistening of pure, smooth steel reflected in his hand as it was caught by a lost moonbeam that forced it's way through a opening in the blinders of a window. His face always remained in the shadow as he moved silently around finding his way through the hallways in the large building.

He stopped at the door of the main lab, the door was ajar, and the fluorescent light of many computer screens broke through the crack.

He carefully peered around the corner, he noticed to his shock a woman was fast a sleep on the working bench, a strange looking tool still in her hand.

"Damn.. That is very inconvenient" he muttered under his breath, the sound of his voice carried through the surroundings of the lab, reflecting against the walls and machinery. He was stunned how loud his voice sounded even though the room was filled with soft buzzing of machinery. The woman made a soft sound and moved a bit. Her grip around the tool loosened. 

"That's way more inconvenient" he spoke to himself, this time not disturbing the serenity of the silence. The tool wobbled in her hand and fell on the table, causing it to make a soft metal to metal sound. The sound echoed through the lab.

He held his breath for a moment studying the beautiful face of the woman for any signs of   alarm. But she didn't he sighed as he let his breath out again.

"That was a close call" before a smile of gratitude to the gods could grace his face, his eyes widened. The tool lay now unsteady on the edge of the table. He was in a terrible internal conflict; Go to the table and get the tool before it falls and gain the big risk of waking her up. Or wait and pray it will stay on the table.

He chose unwillingly for the last option, he did not want the hurt anyone, but if he had to he would. This technology, he had to get it one way or another. Killing was only a small bump on the road to wealth and success. He sighed deeply as the tool regained stability.

He prowled into the lab, like a tiger in high grass, not making a sound to alarm his prey of his presence. He arrived at the main computer, the bluish light reflected on his face, showing a face of one that is eager to possess.

A face…

The face of a man, used to the dark shadows, but strangely the face was handsome in a 'bad guy' kinda way.

He sat down on the chair that was standing in front of the computer, silently he sat down. The seating of the chair was absolutely the best he ever felt, he laid the knife down next to the computer. He let his fingers examine the framing of the computer screen. He smiled a devilish smile.

His fingers moved swiftly over the keyboard trying to find the right password. A loud bang followed by the multiple resonance's scared him out of his concentration. Shocked he looked back at the woman. She was sitting upright and rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. The tool was laying on the floor. She must have knocked it of the table.

Shock embraced his heart and instinctively he gabbed the handle of his knife, holding it in a 'ready-to-strike-position' He moved towards the woman. Groggy eyes looked at him, the look in her eyes could not yet hold fear, it was like she didn't know what she was looking at. He struck swiftly, once, twice, the hot, dark fluid ran over his hand a muffled cry was the last sound that came from the now limp body.

He pulled out the knife for the second time, feeling the strange sensation of warm, blood covering his hand. He looked at his hand, all bloody, holding a knife.

In realization of what he had done he turned and ran, he wanted to get out of there. His mind went black, he couldn't believe it he killed someone,

he killed someone…

In his desperation to flee he triggered a few alarms. Fed by the alarm noises he hurried more. Once outside he couldn't stop running he went on and on till he could no more. He fell on his knees in the grass, he looked at the moon and tears of regret rolled down over his cheeks.

Trunks' sound sleep was interrupted by an annoying sound… he turned around on his other side and put his head under the pillow to muffle the sound. Then it came to him… it was the alarm in the lab!!

Trunks jumped out of bed and ran to the hallway where he met with Bra.

"Trunks… what is going on?" she asked Bra concerned.

"I think it's the alarm. Go wake mom and dad, I'll go see what's going on okay?"

"Right" and Bra went off.

Trunks ran outside towards the lab, When he got there he switched on the light and typed the code to stop the alarm. He looked around to see it there was any damage done in the hallway. Everything looked normal. He started walking keeping on guard for the unwanted visitor. He checked every room to see if there was any thing unusual. The door of the main lab was ajar. He walked over and looked inside. To his horror he saw his mom lying on the floor in a dark puddle.

Trunks forgot everything around him and ran towards his mother. And kneeled down beside her. He lifted his mother up into his arms, at that moment he realized the puddle she was lying in was her own blood.

"Mom no, don't die, don't you dare to die. You hear me?" he whispered softly.

Bulma opened her eyes, she smiled weakly. He mouth moved as if she wanted to say something. But the words just didn't come out. Her eyes closed and her body went limp in Trunks' arms.

Bra walked outside, a little confused she found her parents room completely empty. An eerie feeling crept up on her a feeling something was wrong… terribly wrong. Her feelings were confirmed when she heard a loud cry from inside the lab. She began to run,

run…

She reached the door of the main lab. She stopped before entering… afraid of what she might find inside. She took a deep breath and stepped into the lab.

On the floor she saw her brother, he was holding something… something lifeless. Fear embraced her heart as she recognized the bluish hair. Tears filled her eyes.

"Mom! No!"

Trunks looked up at Bra, a mixture of pain and disbelieve in his eyes. This look scared Bra.

"She's… dead Bra, she's dead!" screamed Trunks behind his tears sounding like he needed to convince himself

Bra fell down on her knees next to Trunks, tears flowing richly. Murmuring words, words beyond recognition.

Trunks mood swung around, hate and revenge could be read in his eyes.

"I will make the one responsible for this pay… no, not just pay, he will suffer… suffer incredible pain. But no pain is equal to this pain…" Sarcastic regret flowed in his tone.

Vegeta's head snapped up, he lost his concentration and fell to the ground in the middle of what seemed to be an extremely complicated exercise.

"Damn… what is that ki… It's Trunks!" it made absolutely no sense whatsoever to Vegeta that his son, in the middle of the night, raised his ki to this level in intensity.

"Ah well I was done any way, I might as well check it out" murmured Vegeta as he rubbed his sore behind.

As he stepped outside his sensitive nose picked up several alarming fragrances. The smell of fear and fury, but above all the scent of…

death.

 An uneasy feeling crept up on him as he walked in the direction of the lab, and the scent of death became stronger. He walked into the lab he saw his daughter on the floor, next to Bulma.

It wasn't difficult to figure out were the scent of death came from, his heart skipped a beat as Bra looked at him, moistly eyes filled with the pain of loss.

"Oh dad, she's gone, she can't be gone, she's too young to die," cried Bra. "And Trunks, he went mad, you have to go after him dad, before he hurts himself, or someone else." Said Bra and she pointed to a hole in the roof.

Vegeta could only nod. He took of, heading towards the place where he could sense Trunks.

Trunks landed next to a dark figure leaning against a tree not far from the CC building. Trunks could smell the blood of his mother on the man.

"Get up and try taking on me instead of women," challenged Trunks.

The man didn't move.

"Hey, I'm talking to you!" yelled Trunks annoyed, and he punched the figure. He fell to the ground. Trunks could see a object stuck in the chest of the man…

suicide.

"No this is not fair! This is so… " Trunks didn't finish, he was about to strike out at the tree to give it an annoyed punch. But his arm was held back.

Annoyed Trunks looked aside, he saw his father standing there, his face dead serious.

Ironic really, dead serious

"Let me go dad!" screamed Trunks and loosened the grip his father had on his arm. But now his anger was cooled a little and he no longer had the urge to hit something. He looked his father in the eyes, surprised of what he found there…

true pain…

compassion…

and…

love.

"You can do as you wish, I'm not going to stop you, I only want to tell you whatever you do, it will not bring your mom back," the calm voice of Vegeta made Trunks forget about his anger and tears found their way out.

He turned away, hiding his tears.

A shiver ran down his spine as he felt a touch, a touch he only experienced once before. An embrace, a tight embrace. He let himself go there, tears flowing. To his surprise he felt a wet stain on one side of his shoulder. He drew back from the embrace to see his father, Vegeta, cry.

This made him realize just how bad things were.