The young boy stood there in the shadows of the sleeping trees. They were cast by the almost full moon that beat down over the boy. It was good that it was not full for a tail still danced innocently behind him. The boy was not lost. He was not stuck to that spot. He was just thinking, meditating about his future. He was trying to find who he was to become. He searched his emotions and explored the stars looking for signs. The winds howled and whipped around the branches of the trees. The wind ruffled his hair and pulled at his clothes yet he still remained unaffected. He didn't find what he searched for though. This saddened him for he was young and foolish believing that perhaps he was just there, his life unimportant and without meaning. He had nobody to tell him this wasn't true. He was alone, always alone….

He was used to it though, it's the way he liked it. He was clear of distraction and foolish ideas of lust, love, & friendship weak thoughts, girly thoughts. This is how he had been taught or rather how he had observed from his father for he, as most boys are, was just like his father. His father may not have been the best example for him to follow but he was all that he had. His face changed a little bit into a frustrated yet sad look of desperation.

His father had always been to busy to really train him…actually his father had been to selfish and to out of the real world to even learn his son's name. He always refered to Trunks, this was the boys name, as boy. Trunks liked his mother she had been so strong even though she was helpless against much of the world…. A tear streamed down the boy's face as the memory, that haunting memory, engulfed him once more.