Disclaimer: Dbz is not owned by me so don't sue me for borrowing the characters . alright?

Author's Note:  I LIKE CHEESE! ...sorry muh daddy made meh write that...IT WAS ALL HIM! IT'S NOT TRUE!!!

Goku: -=Thwaps his son on the head with a block of cheese=- Tell the truth!

Gohan:  I am!! You're the obsessive cheese man! Not me!

Goku:  -=blinks=- What does...obseeesive mean?

Gohan: -.-; You have got to be kiddng meh...

Goku: NOoooo! I'm serious!!

Gohan: Sorry dad, but you're gonna have to look it up for yourself

Goku: -=Nibbles on the block of cheese=- But...there are too many words in that...big book of words o.o;;

Gohan: DADDY! It's called a dictionary!

Goku: What's a dictio-

Gohan: -=slaps a hand over his fathers mouth=- Don't even ask that....you just said it was the big book of words...

Goku: Mph ph p mmm p p mmphphh mm

Gohan: -=Sweatdrops and takes his hand off his fathers mouth=-  What is it..?

Goku: -=Grins and holds out the block of cheese=- Want some?

Gohan: -=Jumps up and down and throws a tantrum=- NO NO NO! I DON'T LOVE CHEESE! I DON'T! I DON'T! I-...well...maybe a lil taste...

Goku: That a boy! -=Give you the rest of the block of cheese=-

Gohan:  -=Stuffs it in his mouth and glares at his father=-  Never do this to meh again...

Goku: Okay....-=takes out a cup of coffee=-

Gohan: -=Stares at the cup of coffee=- DADDY!!!! -=pounces him and grabs the cup=- mmmiine!

Goku: -=Grabs it back=- Nuh uh! Write you fanfic first...or else your story will be stained with your insane coffee personality.

Gohan: @.@ GIMME THE COFFEE!!!

Goku: O.O ack!  -=runs away clutching the coffee mug=-

Gohan:  COME BACK HERE WITH MUH COFFEE!!!!!! -=chases after him=-

o.o um well.....I'm gonna get back to the story now ^-^;;  Some of ya's are wondering what happened to Trunks so here you go!

Chapter 3: Trunks' Purpose

                Trunks awoke to find himself in an enclosed area consisting of few windows and no doors.  He sat up and rubbed the back of his head, still feeling the distinct pain of being knocked out.  Looking around at his surroundings, memories of the previous events came flowing back into his memory.  That's right... thought Trunks.  I've been kidnapped...darn it.  Well I guess there's nothing to worry about, I mean, my dad will come to get me...right? Doubt filled the young boys mind as he stared out the window and into the endless space he was traveling through.  They took me off the planet!? 

                As if the heavens above heard his question, one of the walls panels rose and standing in the doorway was one of the many lackeys to Taskama.  "Heh, so you've finally woken up.  What a weakling, one blow and you've been out for 3 days..."

                Trunks head turned from the window and he stared right at the newcomer.  Three days? I've been out for three days and my dad and the others haven't found me? That can't be good.

                The crony watched as the boys expressions changed as if he was thinking hard and hadn't noticed the creature's entrance.  Growling, the stony creature said, "Can't you talk!?  You scum; I don't know why Taskama hasn't ordered your execution yet!"

                Shaking his head, Trunks returned to reality and staring at the lackey he listened and scowled.

                The creature scowled back and threw a bag at the young saiyan, and began to exit the room.

                Trunks caught the bag and stared at it then looked up at the retreating figure and managed to make out through clenched teeth the words,  "What is this...?"

                Turning, the crony stared down at Trunks and actually grinned with a sickly humor.  "That, my friend, is your dinner.  And I suggest you eat quickly because Junto will be down here before too long to take you to your meeting with our lord."

                His eyebrows arched as he listened to the creatures words and then his gaze returned to the bag he held.

                The creature left and Trunks was again left to his own thoughts.  If no one can help me then I'm going to have to figure out how to free myself on my own.  Trunks crossed his legs and placed the bag on his lap, then, carefully as if it may contain a bomb, he opened it and looked inside.  From what he could gather, it looked as if the creatures had tried to create earth food....but failed miserably.  Reaching into the bag, Trunks pulled out the first thing his hand came in contact to and shuddered as he took it out.  The object was soggy and, if his guess was right, Trunks decided it must be a sandwich.  Eeew I can't eat this!  I'm going to starve here if I can't find some real food!  He stood up and threw the bag aside.  Once, again his eyes search skeptically around the room.  Maybe I can blast down that wall panel, if that thing came through it then its hollow and can't be too hard to get through...

                Trunks started formulating many plans but none seemed to give him an answer to how he was going to get home provided he was able to escape this room.  My best chance is to wait until we land.  From the sound of things, this Taskama guy is pretty powerful and if he's a lord then he must own some planet or other.

                Walking up against a wall, Trunks slid down it and sat.  "Man...I wish Goten were here.  This wouldn't be so bad if I wasn't stuck here by myself."

                The door panel reopened then and Junto walked in.  "Aw so I see our little prisoner truly has awoken," he commented and then noticed the bag of food on the adjacent side of the room. "I see your a picky eater, no matter.  You may not live long enough to starve yourself."

                Trunks growled as he recognized the being before him and stood up.  "Why am I here?  What do you guys want from me!?

                Junto laughed in amusement and smiled down upon the young saiyan.  "You're questions will be answered soon enough.  But for now, follow me and if you try anything funny you can count on being knocked out for another three days."

                Trunks scowled but obediently followed Junto out of the room, hoping that they were planning to let him live at least until they reached whatever planet they were aiming for; at least then Trunks might have a chance to survive.

                "Vegeta...calm down.  You're not going to help Trunks by throwing a tantrum," advised Goku.

                "Shut up Kakorot!  If that blasted women would just finish making the ship already then we might actually have a chance of finding the brat!"  Vegeta growled.

                Goku smiled sympathetically but then his face hardened in a frown.  "Bulma is working the best she can under these circumstances Vegeta,  Trunks is her son too."

                Vegeta grunted as he went to lean against he wall.  His arms folded securely against his chest,  the prince began to mentally lecture himself for his stupidity.

                Bulma walked out of the other room and wiped sweat from her forehead which only managed to leave a streak of grease.  "Almost done,  I just have to fiddle with a few more wires and give it a little test run but it should be ready by tomorrow afternoon if I work late."

                Vegeta moved from his previous spot and appeared in front of his mate, "Tomorrow!?  Woman! I don't have the patients for this!  I want that blasted machine done tonight!"

                Bulma looked at Vegeta, her eyes unable to produce any further tears after the past three days.  "I will NOT send you out there in an untested spaceship Vegeta! I don't care what you say! I'm not losing both of you!" With that, she stomped off to the bathroom to wash up.

                His shoulders shook as Vegeta turned to watch Bulma stalk off and then his gaze landed on Goku who was sitting on the couch staring  back at him.  "Kakorot!  Outside!"

                "Huh?" Goku blinked. "But why, Vegeta?

                Vegeta growled at the younger saiyans ignorance.  "TO TRAIN YOU FOOL!"

                Goku blushed a bit and grinned.  "Oh yeah, sure thing."

                "Bring the boy forth," ordered Taskama in a calm, cold voice.

                His minions nodded and stepped back for Junto.

                Trunks looked around as he entered what he assumed was the largest room in the ship and, by the looks of it, it was also the control room.  Observing further,  he noted that this was not an ordinary control room.  This place is decorated like a throne room! Man this guy must think pretty big of himself...  Ahead of him was a set of stairs and at the top say Taskama.  Trunks growled when he saw him and then dropped his head as he followed Junto.

                "Bow!" Taskama ordered.  He stared with amusement at Trunks as the young boy was forced down to the ground by Junto.  "That will be all.  Now all of you be gone,  I wish to speak with this boy alone."

                His cronies looked at Taskama in wonder but followed his orders none the less.

                When the room was emptied quickly and left Taskama and Trunks alone.

                "So my young friend..." Taskama began, his eyes jumping with anticipation as he stared at the light hairdo boy.  "What's your name?"

                Trunks stared back with hatred, "It's Trunks..."

                Grinning, the alien lord rose from his seat and walks closer to Trunks.  "Do you know why I have brought you here?"

                Trunks rose from his position on the ground and backed up a bit.  With clenched teeth, he muttered, "I haven't a clue."

                Taskama eyed the boy and then frowned.  "Well then,  I will have to teach you of your fathers flaws..."  He pointed to one of the many chairs in the room.  "Sit boy!  You will listen to what I have to tell you...and then we will get to your fate."

                Trunks was about to shake his head but changed his mind.  If I want to live I'm going to have to get on these guys good side, if that's even possible... So he made his way to the chair.  He sat down and glared at the creature before him.

                "Good..." Taskama mused and began pacing before him.  "Trunks...do you know what your father used to do?  What his previous occupation was before he settled on the pathetic planet you call earth?"

                The young saiyan nodded slowly and muttered, "My mother thought I had a right to know and told me after one of my fathers training sessions with me..."

                "Hm...very well.  So you know of his involvement with the destruction of planets, do you not?"

                "I do..." Trunks answered slowly.

                "Well, my planet was one of many he destroyed.  He took my people from me! My family and friend, gone!" Taskama began ranting and Trunks looked on.  "Do you know how hard it was to scrap up the few men I was able to save?  Had it not been for the one ship we were able to preserve, none of us would be here.  Do you know how that feels?  To have to defend yourself against something you know is more powerful than you? Knowing you don't have the slimmest chance of winning? Do you!?"

                Trunks frowned and shook his head.  Not unless he counts training sessions with my father...

                "Of course you don't!  Up till now you have been living in a little fantasy world.  Thinking your safe and that no harm could ever come to you or your loved ones.  But I have learned that that course of thinking will get you killed.  None of us are ever safe!"  Taskama stopped pacing and dropped to his knees in front of Trunks.  He reached a hand out a stroked the boys hair.  Trunks shuddered and pulled away; Taskama dropped his hand a observed the boy before him.  "I had planned to kill you..."

                Glaring at Taskama, Trunks muttered.  "Why don't you?"

                Taskama smiled at this question.  "Because I have realized that just plainly killing you will do us no good.  My revenge will bring me no closure with that method. No. You will live...but your memories will not."

                Trunks' eyes widened.  "What do you mean?"

                The lord rose and laughed. "What I mean, my young friend, is that I'm going to erase your mind of all that you have grown to know, but leave you with your fighting skills..."

                "But why...?" Trunks ventured, soaking in the information as if it was a vile poison.

                "And then my boy..."  Taskama stared straight at him.  "And then, you will become your fathers own assassin."

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