Disclaimer: Do I really have to explain this?

Author's Note: Well, I'm rolling today.let's see how things are going with poor Tru-kun up there in space with Gokou and Pan-chan. Uh, oh.our "favorite" evil bad guy is back ~please insert evil laugh here~ R&R!

Chapter Four

~*Trunks's Point of View*~

I slammed the door to my room in the spaceship, actually letting it slide shut with a loud whoosh!, thinking to escape Pan's incessant bickering at the mess that I, somehow, left all over the place without cleaning up, and Gokou's constant complaint that he was hungry, tired, and smelled like rotting fish. Truthfully, I thought he carried that precarious odor, but I wasn't about to tell someone who was stronger (A/N: no pun intended) than me what he was wafting around. Smiling at my own malevolent thought, I flopped down in a chair facing my desk and began to work.

Honestly, I didn't know what had gotten into me over the past months that we had been out searching for the Black Star Dragon Balls, but it was really doing something for the work my mother had somehow snuck in my bags. I was doing figures, pie charts, and percentages with more ease than I had since I'd graduated high school, but I think it was all a rouse to put my already strained mind at ease. I missed home, not that I didn't mind being away from my father and my bratty little sister, and I was even beginning to miss skipping out on the boring days of signing papers at Capsule Corporation, but nothing could compare to the loneliness I felt being out here by myself. Sure, I had Pan and Gokou, but Pan was a teenage girl too mature for her own good, and Gokou.well, let's just say that he was different. Yeah, different was a fine word to use; it was a safe word. Aside from them, I had no one to relate to, no one who knew my exact thoughts and could easily comply with them. What I meaning to say is- I didn't have Goten.

Even thinking about him all the way out here as we headed for home made me forget about all of the weird perverse things that Pan and her grandfather had forced me into (I will refrain from mentioning one in particular, but let's just say I'll never look at a dress the same way again), and the fact that we had a strange little half-starved kid in the med lab, obviously hallucinating and brain damaged, for lack of a better term. Why the two Sons persisted on helping strange creatures I would never know, nor did I want to, but even remembering them, the family members who were just in the next room doing Kami knew what, made me long to see my best childhood friend more than I ever had wanted to in my entire life.

I didn't know why it was, but ever since we had left Chikyuu eight months and two days back, I've had this feeling that Goten and I had drifted apart over the years, particularly after the incident revolving around Bebi. He really was a sly one, trying to turn my companion into droning killer who would do anything under his command, but perhaps it was me that should have been saying that instead. He had taken control of my body twice, both times without my really recollecting it after it was all said and done, and in those moments, my younger friend had been there to save me. It was always him that had stopped the inevitable, and if my fuzzy memory recalled correctly, he had even kissed me once to save my life.

My insides instantly melted when I remembered that moment, and I lay the pen that I held poised over the paper down as I closed my eyes. That was the most exhilarating thing I had ever experienced, especially coming from someone of the same sex, even doing that with the girls I had seen hadn't compared, and I never forgot it. I can still picture it- Goten's arms tightly embracing my lax, nearly dead body which Bebi still inhabited as his warm lips linked with my own to create a seal so tight it felt as though he would devour my entire being through that joining. It was only when I had actually gained some sense did I realize what he was attempting, and as the ki flowing through my limbs warmed me to my soul, it left me with only one motivation- I kissed him back.

If only my father hadn't been there, if only Goten knew what I had felt for him then, if we hadn't been injured to such an extent where we could barely move, if.the entire scenario was based on 'ifs' and I couldn't stand that. I was so desperate for any amount of attention, that I would have done anything to get him to notice me-

"TRUNKS!!" Oh, Kami-sama, what did she want now?! That girl was beginning to infuriate me to such an extent I could have blown a hole in the wall of the spaceship. Don't get me wrong, I loved Pan -how could I not?- but she was almost as annoying as Gokou, to a certain extent, and as luck would have it, they were both my friends, and I couldn't do anything about it, not directly, anyway.

"Trunks-kun, where in Dende's name are you?! If you don't answer me right this- oh, there you are!" The nearly five foot, tomboyish girl stood in my now open door, staring death through my back, which I had turned to the entrance in hopes to feign intense study. Why couldn't I have inherited my father's coldness? For once, this would have been the opportunity to use it, especially when I didn't feel like talking to her, or Gokou. Time to use the stupid, innocent act I had somehow acquired around her.

"What is it, Pan-chan? Can't you see I'm busy?" Not too sickeningly sweet, but with just enough of it to soften any girl's heart. Thank the kaios it had worked.

"Yeah, I know you are, but Ojisan said to get you. There was an incident down in the medical lab, and-" I nearly knocked the chair over as I hurriedly stood up and spun, scaring Pan at the speed of my movement. I knew there was something wrong with that boy we had rescued; I had known all along.

"What is it?! Did he say?!" Pan's face was rather pale; I guess she hadn't seen me this worked up since the last planet we had been on. I'm going to save myself the trouble and refrain from mentioning just how horrible a time I had there. Why did it always seem like someone or something was out to get me? I was just lucky, I guess, and all the times I had been in a tight spot on this trip, Goten hadn't been there to bail me out. Oh, well, I was still alive, wasn't I?

"N-no, he didn't, but I think you should just-" I rushed past her before she even finished the sentence, flying quickly through the hallways without a glimpse backwards. When I finally reached my destination, the door was ajar, with trays of medical needles thrown haphazardly on the floor. I picked up a fistful and entered, only to be greeted by a swift body tackling me to the ground, a roar deafening my ears. A tightened hand landed solidly with my jaw, and despite being half Saiyajin, I saw stars spinning around my head. So much for my reflexes.

"Ojisan, that's Trunks!" Pan shouted, pulling my attacker and myself from a daze. What the hell? Gokou had struck me?

"Oh." There was a paused silence and then it must have made a connection with the older Saiyajin's brain because his small form leapt off mine with the finesse of a fighter beyond that of his physical appearance. "OH! Trunks-san, I didn't mean to do that. I didn't know it was you." I sat up, waving my hand around and rubbing my partially sore jaw.

"Don't worry about it, Gokou. I kinda figured-"

"GET THOSE THINGS AWAY FROM ME!!" The childish-looking man literally plastered himself to the far wall, his large black eyes wider than bowling balls as he stared at me. What in the -oh, the needles. I quickly tossed them behind me, not noticing that Pan had to duck to avoid them, and smiled impishly.

"Gomen, Gokou-san, I didn't realize that I had those-" A devilish laugh filled the air, and I felt my ki spiking. What was the deal with everyone interrupting me?! My eyes leveled with the boy, correction, creature, cowering in the corner of the med lad, limbs trembling and half exposed by the ripped material of his strange clothes. He was mumbling something, now that he wasn't giggling relentlessly, but I couldn't make out what he was saying, even with my sensitive hearing.

"Ojisan, what's wrong with him?" Pan stepped beside me, a quizzical but otherwise serious look on her face, and Gokou only stared, his usually carefree demeanor replaced with something more solemn, giving him the almost exact persona of my father.

"I don't know, but I suggest we find a hospital, and fast. How much longer until we reach Chikyuu?" Pan instantly replied with a guessed estimate, and a few hours later, we sat in an infirmary, hands clasped together and expressions that would have looked much better being 'happy-go- lucky' on our faces.

It was considerably boring, waiting for the doctor's thesis, but what were we to do? Gokou and Pan would not abandon him, even though they had no clue as to who the boy was, and I was forced to wait with them. Where was help when I needed it? In fact- where was Goten and what was he doing at this moment? Oddly enough, I didn't have to wait long to get my answer.

A/N: Well, another chapter finished! Yeah, for me, and most likely for all the people reading this! The next part will be up as soon as possible, and finally my own ideas of how GT, during this part, were supposed to be will shine through, although I think they are as of this moment. Who would have guessed? Please review, and possibly give me suggestions!!