Disclaimer: *says from inside padded white cell* I OWN IT!!!! I AM RULER OF THIS WORLD!!!! NOTICE THE CROWN ON TOP OF MY HEAD DANG IT!!!

Trunks: *from out side of steel reinforced door* It is a sad, sad story folks… she does not. Also, I do not own the company who made N64.

One more thing, I AM NOT GOING TO DO T/P FIC!!! There wont even BE any couplings in here.



It was about 11:00 as father and son flew carefree across the flawless blue and white sky of Earth towards Capsule Corp. The sun was shining bright and birds were dancing with no present meaning in the sky as the father and son duo flew by. They were use to flying people by that time, so they paid them no mind.



"Trunks they are about here! Better get ready!" Bulma's voice rang out in the large house as she stood at the window to see two shining white dots approach her house faster then the speed of light.



Trunks was still playing with his little blue haired chubby sister. He was just then making the stuffed purple cat with a white ribbon on its neck walk across to her when he heard his mother call him. His head jerked up to the door and then got up, and picked up his sister. Her eye widened in surprise, as there play time was shorted with out notice. Trunks then brought her back to her crib and set her down in the back by her favorit bear, that her father gave her. She tilted her head up in non- understanding, and Trunks chuckled, and walked out to leave her to her own device.

'The little things that can touch our life's make a world of difference.' Trunks thought as he silently closed the door behind him of Bras room. He took a long deep breath, thinking of the recent past, his father, all the shoulders that he had cried on the help of friends and the comforting words of his mother.

He then traveled slowly down the long hall that led down to the carpeted stairs that led to the living room to see his father sitting on the couch lazily flipping channels on the TV, then gave up due to the lack of interest in any show that was on, clicked the TV off and let the control drop to the couch and got up to raid the fridge.

Trunks watched his father pass by with not a single glance to him. Trunks never felt so small, useless. He was a wash with a tilde wave of emotions.

Bulma noticed that. She was about to take Vegita hell and back, but interrupted with a high-pitched cry from her baby daughter. 'Vegita, better watch your back, or I will ask Goku to do some things for me, maybe a impairment of a limb or too.' She thought looking over her shoulder as she made her way to the stares, stopped to give Trunks an understanding look and bounded up them to see what her daughter wanted.



After the look his mom gave him, he felt a little bit better. It was almost like she took off some of the dead weight off of his shoulders and put it on her own. Trunks now feeling a little bit better, decided to go out side to wait for Goten and his father. He did not feel like in the sparring mood, but hey, it could help some.



At the other Sons home, Pan was still sleeping. She had stayed up late the other night reading Nancy Drew books. Her mother decided to get her out of the 'baby books' and move her on to bigger and better things. Needless to say, her father was proud.

Videl decide to check in on her late sleeping daughter. She opened the white painted door that sealed off her daughters room from the hall and saw her daughter curled up in a ball under her covers with a stack of books on the floor in a neat pile. Videl smiled in pride. 'Another family genus in the making.' Videl thought as she crossed the room on light feet to shut the soft yellow curtain that covered the large window to block out the sun, and then crossed back hurriedly when she saw the small ball move.



Videl then walked back to the living room to see her husband comfortably reading the morning paper with steaming coffee on the small coffee table that supported a glass lamp, which was filled with seashells from their last family trip to the beach. "Morning Gohan." Videl said cheerfully seeing that her husband was up. Gohan grunted in response. He was never a morning person.

'Should I mess around with his mood, or not?' Videl thought while sitting down next to him and clicked on the TV to the morning news. She decided, wisely, not to mess around with him. Some times she acted all like merry little sunshine in the mornings just to, well, see how long it takes to get him mad. It was some times fun in a way, but then again, well he got mad, and well, headed back to bed for the rest of the day, so he did not mow the lawn. So, she got up to get him another cup of coffee with EXTRA sugar. The lawn needed to be mowed and there was only one weekend a week.



"What is it Bra honey? You hungry?" Bulma asked in the cheerful nursery after she sniffed the air for any sign that the dipper needed to be changed. Luckily, she could not smell any thing, so, she was hungry. Bulma had to feed her 6 regular (Bulma sized meals) a day.



"Come on Trunks!" Goten wined as he landed, yet another punch on his best friends shoulder. Goten was not even trying to win… he just… was. Trunks eyes then returned back to the present time. What brought him away from the current world was watching his father and Goku fight. His mind took a time trip back in time to the fight with Majin Buu with his father alone on the battlefield with the pink blob. Both families were fighting one on one with each other for entertainment out side under the canopy of the blue sky.

Goten stopped and let Trunks mind drift back into the present, "You want to stop Trunks? We can always play video games or go exploring or some thing." Goten said drifting down toward the ground and looked up at his lavender haired friend. Trunks nodded quietly and also drifted down and looked at his father and Goku fighting as super Saiyans. They were currently re-modeling the surrounding landscape of Capsule Corp. (Warning: I am more of a Goku fan then a Vegita fan, just to let you know.) Goku was currently winning, but then Vegita took advantage of the smell of food that just drifted out from the window of Capsule Corp. and landed a blow that slammed Goku into a tree. Trunks shook his head in disgust. His best friend was JUST like that.

"Come on Trunks! I get the blue controller!" Goten shouted and darted inside to the N64. Trunks then ran to the door and raced inside to see that Goten had an old favorit game of theirs on, Diddy Kong Racing. Trunks then plopped down next to his best friend and grabbed the green controller as the voice on the game said "Diddy Kong Racing! Press Start".



"Hey, Kakarot, where did our brats go?" Vegita asked when they decided to take a break. Both men were bruised, and scratched in various places and were sitting under the shade of a tree. Goku's eyebrows narrowed as he looked around. No trace of his son and Trunks. Then he nodded, "Yea, they aren't here…. Must be inside." Goku said. Then Vegita thought, 'Yea, it would not take a scientist to figure that out…!'



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Well, I am going to leave it off there. I am walking on a thin rope, because I need to get A LOT of chapters done, because as some of you know my friend is coming here for two weeks and I wont have any spare time to speak of during that time. Thank you all for your nice e-mails and messages on AIM. And yes, I really am 14, just about to step into high school.

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