*steps into the dungeon, where Mirai Trunks is chained to the wall*

Had enough yet?

MT: LET ME DOWN FROM HERE!!!!!!!

Are you going to be nice and help me with this story?

MT: *nods*

Okay! *unlocks him* Now get on with the disclaimer.

MT: *growls* Anshin does not own DBZ or any of the characters except for Chibi MT.  Dende's visiting Mr. PoPo, who now lives in sayinonsugarhigh's head. 

Thanks for reminding me, FutureBoy.  Go read her fic, 'That Interdimensional Thingy' and review it so she'll actually update.  I have a feeling the attack bunnies will show up soon.

MT: Stop calling me FutureBoy! *goes SSJ*

What are you gonna do about it? *goes SSJ as well*

MT: …

On with the fic!!!

            I was four.  Gohan was 14, and he was the only friend (other than Mom) that I had left.  The world chose such a cruel fate for me…I suppose I was just born at the most inopportune of moments.  When only one year of my life had passed, Goku, Gohan's father, died.  A few months later, two hell-spawned monsters, androids, were set loose upon our world.  Everyone died:  the father I will never truly know, the Namek Gohan once called master, everyone.

            The attack left Gohan and I almost alone, the half-bloods of a lost race.  As soon as I could walk, Gohan, still only a boy himself, began to train me to harness my energy and use it.  The training was intense—it lasted almost two full years—and was only carried out because my mother knew it was what my father wanted.

            Gohan's loss left him hardened to the world, resulting in an anger he often took out on me.  I remember sitting on the grass on the rarest of blessings, a perfectly calm day, as he showed me again and again how to bring out my energy, how to fly, and even what it meant to become a Super Saiyan.  But a child's mind is easily distracted, and it frustrated Gohan to no end that I was more interested in a passing butterfly or the slowly drifting clouds than in learning the techniques that could one day save my life.

            So of course he couldn't have been more excited when I finally formed a small orb of pure energy between my hands.  I stared in absolute awe at this tiny ball of light I had created, and was extremely disappointed when my own surprise caused it to disappear.

            Gohan worked with me night and day, every chance he got, teaching me how to master this skill.  He carefully instructed me on how to first form a ball and then throw it. My first ki blast did little more than scratch the surface of the rock it was aimed at, but I was so caught up in my own childish joy to care.  Once I could effectively use energy blasts, Gohan took my training one step further—he was going to teach me how to fly.

            Learning how to fly is the hardest task in the world, but once you learn it, it simply comes like second nature.

            Gohan was hovering a few feet above my head, watching me as I stood there, eyes closed, concentrating hard.

            "Come on, Trunks!  You can do it!  Just remember what I told you."

            I could feel my energy rushing up around my four-year-old body. 'Just put your energy underneath you…' It kept ringing through my head.  I clenched my fists tighter and strained to break free of gravity's hold.  Gohan dropped down beside me.  "No, relax.  If you're all tense, it'll never happen."  So I let every muscle in my body go slack and tried again.  An even greater burst of energy swirled around me like a tornado.  Slowly, my feet left the ground…

            "That's it!  You've got it!  Keep going!"

            I rose five feet straight up, my head pounding from concentrating so hard for so long.  I felt all of my energy being expelled, and suddenly I lost control.  I had no energy left, and I fell back towards the ground.  I landed softly in Gohan's outstretched arms.  "Nice catch…" I whispered, and then passed out.

            Gohan took care of me for the next few days, even after I had regained my energy.  It was still too dangerous to go back to Capsule Corps, even though I hadn't been home for weeks.  That year, I celebrated my birthday as best I could with Gohan, but it didn't feel right to be celebrating at all with our world and my mom's life in peril.  So the next day, with Gohan as my escort and guardian, I tested my new ability and flew home.

So…?  Yeah, I know, it's probably not as good as the first one, but I was interviewing MT for it, so you know.

MT: What's that supposed to mean?

Every time I mention Gohan, you get all upset.  I understand, but it's kinda difficult to write a story when you're having such a hard time trying to talk to me.

MT: Sorry.  Gohan, why did you have to go alone?!?!?!?

See?  I'll leave him alone for a bit.  I think he blames himself for Gohan's death.  Speaking of Gohan, I think the next segment will be from Gohan's POV, or maybe I'll even try 17's POV.  Thanks for reading!

MT: Gohan!!!!!!

*sighs*