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"Good night Trunks." Mirai Bulma whispered as she shut the guestroom door shut with a faint click as tears welled up in her eyes. Trunks had arrived safely in Mirai's time line as planned, which nearly gave Mirai Bulma a heart attack when he arrived. But after hearing his story, made her hart seem as if a sledge hammer some how smashed it into a million pieces. 'I hope this turns for the better for my would have been son.' Mirai Bulma said as she walked down the dim hall and then down the stairs to the living room.

While she was sitting in an over stuffed chair with some candles lit around the room which were mainly lit for the purpose to lift her feelings and let her think freer. 'Now, what should we both do tougher to pull up his spirits.' Mirai Bulma thought, 'He needs some family time, which my self in his time can not provide to him because I am busy being referee.'

"I have seen things go according as planned Dende, now what are we going to do with his family and friends?" Piccolo asked as he joined Dende on the edge of the Look Out.

"Well, Piccolo, I really don't know. We can always hope for the best as I have said before, or you teach me how to defend my self in a matter of hours." Dende said as he scowled in thought.

Piccolo rolled his eyes at the thought of teaching Dende how to defend him self. But how do you defend your self-agents ONE Super Saiyan? "Dende, teaching you to defend your self would be no problem, but to teach you to defend your self agents one really mad Super Saiyan is out of the question." Piccolo said folding his arms around his chest.

"Well, lets hope for the best then." Dende said as he plopped down on the white tiled floor of the look out, as if expecting the sky to fall on top of him.

"This is no time to be sitting around Dende, we need to plan for the worst." Piccolo said gruffly.

"What is there to plan? One gravesite for a green Kami, what coffin size I am? That is about all there is, and I know Mr. Popo can handle that. But you would be more trouble then I. I don't believe they have a coffin big enough for you Piccolo." Dende said rather sarcastically.

Piccolo just shook his head and left the green Kami to ponder the meanings of life as he headed inside.

"No, Father, No!" Trunks mumbled in his sleep as he tossed side to side on the bed, throwing off the covers, "I am sorry! Is it some thing I did when I was little?" Trunks said sobbing in his sleep.

Mirai Bulma, being down stairs, heard Trunks cries in his sleep and quickly left candle lit room and rushed up the stairs and down the hall to the gust bedroom where Trunks was staying.

"Trunks! What is wrong honey? Wake up!" Mirai Bulma said huffing and puffing and rushed to the bedside stepping on the comforter.

Trunks sat up automatically, breathing heavily as if he just raced his best friend, but with tears in his eyes. Mirai Bulma sat down on the bed and gave her would have been son a hug as he cried his eyes out. "Do you care to tell me what is wrong Trunks?" Mirai Bulma asked softly when he buried his head in her shoulder.

Trunks sat back a little and wiped his eyes on his hand so he could see properly, "*sniff* I-I was f-fighting dad, h-he said that I-I *cough* w-w- was not wort-hy of being hi-his *sniff* s-s-son" Trunks sobbed.

"Can you tell me more? It would help to get it off of your chest." Mirai Bulma said leaning forward to brush some of Trunks hair out of his eyes and brushed his cheek.

Trunks nodded a little regretfully as he took some deep breaths to calm himself down before he started,

"You see, it was like me telling a tale of my life, I was older, and I was like re-calling back on a day. When I was about seven or so, and I had ran away, for fun. I guess my mom got mad or some thing and made him come out after me, and he. he. fought me. and slapped me. I was only seven. but I could transform and every thing. but I did not stand a chance. Then I started crying. and he. he. he said I was too week to be his son." Trunks blurted out and started to cry again.

Mirai Bulmas eyebrows wrinkled in compassion and not knowing what to say. "Oh Trunks kun. Is their any thing I can do for you?" Mirai Bulma asked. Trunks shook his head.

"Hmmm, I know!" Mirai Bulma said jumping up, "Why don't you and me spend some time tougher? You like roller coasters?" Mirai Bulma asked and waited for a second, not even letting Trunks reply, "We will go tomorrow, and maybe after ridding all of the good rides, we could go to a water park!" Mirai Bulma said happily and left Trunks pale. A day with his mom. ugh. roller coasters? Trunks just fell back in bed. 'Why me?' He thought.

"TRUNKS THIS IS THE LAST TIME I AM GOING TO TELL YOU TO GET UP!!!!!" Bulma shouted while opening her sons' door and poking her head in to find a bed that was un-made with no breathing thing occupying it at the moment. Bulmas face paled and she yelled, "VVVVVVVVVVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTTTTTTTTT TTTTAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Her voice could be heard all over Capsule Corp. and a few houses down

Up in the look out, Dende heard it as well, due to the fact that he was focusing in on Capsule Corp. at the moment. "Uh, Piccolo, this is a good time to start running." Dende yelled and made a move to jump the side of the look out, but piccolo caught on to one of his feet and shook his head as Dende hung in the air up side down.

That is all for this chappie. I can't seem to get on ff.n at all, so no story advertising.

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