"What!" Trunks said and looked around.  He seemed to be in a room of some sort.  Cold gray walls surrounded him, and nothing else.  He froze as he heard crewel laughter echo, cold enough to chill him to the bone.

"18!" he gasped.  Again the laughter came from everywhere.  "No!" Trunks screamed and looked around in a blind panic.  Android 18 strolled, unconcerned through one of the walls.

"Hm." She smiled at Trunks as she slowly advanced towards the half-Saiyan.  His eyes widened in shock and fear and he bolted away from the Android.  Something caught his foot and he screamed as he headed to the floor.  He hit and the breath was knocked out of him.  He sat up, struggling to breath and franticly looked for 18, but she was nowhere in sight.  Trunks rose to his feet and again heard the laughter that had haunted many of his dreams.  He spun around and came face to face with Android 18.  He took a step back but something had caught his foot.  He glanced down and saw nothing, but he still couldn't move!  He tried pulling away but instead went crashing to the floor.  Pain shot through him as he landed on his back.  18 sneered as she stood over him.  Trunks' eyes widened in terror and he tried to struggle back away from her as her hand reached towards him.  Trunks threw his arms up to hide his eyes as a blinding ball of blue-white power appeared in 18's hand directly in front of Trunks.  He waited for 18 to strike him but nothing happened.  The blue light faded and Trunks cautiously lowered his arms.  He saw—nothing!  No walls and no android…nothing.  Trunks calmed his racing heart as he studied his surroundings.

Blackness surrounded him, blacker than the heart of an android.  Trunks could see nothing.  He slowly raised himself up on his knees.  His eyes darted around, looking for anything as he panted for breath.  He stood up and still nothing appeared.  Trunks spun around suddenly and was kicked by 18.  Her attack sent him across the ground.  He bounced three times before he could roll to a stop and scramble to his feet.  18 advanced and Trunks dropped into a fighting stance.  She charged and it was all he could do to keep his feet against the android.  He was quickly loosing ground and 18 showed no signs that she was tiring or that Trunks' counter strikes where affecting her at all.  Trunks' back slammed up against something and he used one hand to see what it was.  A wall, smother than glass and harder than steel.  He started to panic again.  His breath came in short gasps as he looked for an escape.  At least 18 had drawn off her attack and stood at the ready, sneering at him.  Trunks decided to attack her and hopefully catch her off guard.  He charged her and threw a punch at her face, hitting her between the eyes.  He stared at her in shock.  His attack hadn't even made her flinch!  He began shaking in terror.  This was exactly like what had happened to him when he was younger.  It flashed before his eyes again:

"He's dead." 17 said, raising Trunks' head with his foot.  Surprise washed over the faces of the two androids as Trunks spoke.

"Why?" he said in a strangled voice, "I don't get it.  Why are you two doing this?" 17 smiled cruelly down at him.

"Hm, Dr. Gero created us for the purpose of world domination but that doesn't really matter to us, not at all."

"You see." 18 continued, "Whenever we see humans it angers us.  We hate you humans."  Trunks had managed to raise himself up to his elbows.

"What!" he growled, "You monsters!" He struggled to his feet and attacked 17 with his fists.  "You can't get away with this!" he cried.  None of his attacks did the slightest damage to the smiling android, which made Trunks even more enraged.  "All those people an' all those children!"  He swung his fists at 18, still doing absolutely no harm.  "I won't let you do this anymore!"…

18 grabbed his wrist and flung him over her head and off into the darkness.  Trunks stumbled to his feet and took off at a run.  But no matter how fast or how far he ran, 18 still stood the same distance behind him.  His name echoed in the darkness and he stopped and tried to look in every direction at once.

"Trunks" came the voice again, more urgent this time.  He felt like he was clawing through mud, back to a light he could more feel than see.

"Trunks!"

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I realize that this is a very short chapter…even for my standards, but I'm trying to work on two other stories in addition to this one, not to mention the heavy load of homework that the teachers are laying on us right now.  But I will update soon.