Sara woke up the next morning refreshed. She yawned and stretched her arms and upper back. After she rubbed the sleep from her eyes, she took a look around the room. There was a full-length mirror next to a large window where sunbeams shone through and onto the floor. Against the wall across from Sara's bed was a small, dark brown dresser. From this distance, all she could make out on top were a brush and a small comb.

The bed was small but soft. The pillow had no pillowcase and so the blue stripes were showing. There was a thin, white sheet and a fuzzy brown comforter. It wasn't much, but these days you had to come to expect that. Since he attack of the androids on May 12th, real estate values had gone way down on planet Earth. The androids destroyed everything in their path. It was all the people could do to survive. Those monsters had killed so many people. ("Hey! One of those monsters is hot!" *Danika glares* "Never mind.") So much screaming, everyone running for their lives...Earth had become a living Hell. Sara remembered how hard it was to find food and shelter and seeing how much destruction had been going on, this place was actually pretty nice.

Sara stepped out of bed and walked over to the full-length mirror. She was a mess. ("Oh, gee, thanks." Will you knock it off already!) Her hair was a mess of tangles, her clothes were wrinkled and torn, and there were visible mud spots.

'I can't go out looking like this! I don't want Trunks to think I'm...wait, why do I care what he thinks?' ("I'll tell you w-mmmm" *Danika covers Sara's mouth with one hand and continues to write with the other*) 'Oh, well.'

Sara picked up the brush off the dresser and began to brush out the tangles. After her hair looked normal again, she opened the dresser drawer and searched through the clothes to find a replacement outfit. Now, Sara isn't one of those girly girls who obsess over clothes and makeup and how her hair looks. She would settle for something nice and comfortable that fits. Her hosts were very generous and it would be rude and spoiled for her to be picky about clothes, but....

'Oh...my...God! Does she really go out in public in these clothes?!' Sara looked desperately through the drawer for something less...er..."unique."

("Unique is an understatement, wouldn't you say?" *Danika tries to think of a diversion.* Hey, Sara! Shouldn't you go feed Elvis? (Note: Elvis is Sara's dog, not the dead rock singer) "Oh, all right." *Sara leaves* Whoo Hoo! Ladies and gentlemen, Sara has left the building! Finally some peace and quiet!)

In the very back of the drawer, Sara found a light blue tank top and a pair of blue jeans. She changed out of her old clothes and into the new ones. She walked down the all, past the living room, and into the kitchen.

Bulma was stirring something at the stove and Trunks as sitting at the table with a plate of scrambled eggs. Obviously he hadn't counted on the fact that Sara would be up this early. He was wearing a pair of dark blue sweat pants and his hair was still tied back in a ponytail. However, he was completely without a shirt.

"Good morning."

Bulma and Trunks looked up. Trunks gave a look of surprise, blushed, then quickly grabbed his jacket off the chair and tried to cover himself up.

'What do you know; a modest guy, that's something new.' Sara gave a small giggle. He was so cute when he was embarrassed. (And any minute now, Sara is going to burst in here to yell "Cute, nothing! He's hot!"...If she doesn't stop drooling first. So I'll save her the trouble. Ahem.....)

....iHe's so hot when he's embarrassed/i. (There, that should make her happy.)

Sara sat down at the table next to Trunks.

"G...good morning." Trunks was still slightly red in the cheeks; still embarrassed about being seen with his shirt off. Sure, it was no big deal usually, but Sara was still practically a stranger. He had only met her yesterday and frankly, he hadn't learned much.

"Good morning, Sara, you have a nice sleep?" Bulma didn't seem to notice how uncomfortable her son looked.

"Yes, thank you. The room was very nice...Oh, I hope you don't mind, I kinda borrowed your clothes; mine were pretty torn up..."

"No problem. Those clothes don't really fit me that much anymore. Would you like some eggs and bacon?"

"Um...Yes, please, but just the eggs."

"Don't worry, I'm not going to burn the bacon or anything."

"No, it's not that, it's just...I'm a vegetarian."

"Oh! Okay then, no bacon. How do you like your eggs?"

"Scrambled is fine."

"Oh, darn, we're out of milk."

Bulma grabbed her Capsule Corp. hat and purse. "I'm gonna run down to the store real quick and pick up some milk." She looked at Sara and Trunks and grinned. "You two behave yourselves while I'm gone." She gave a wink.

"MOM!"

Bulma chuckled and walked out the door.

"Sorry about my mother. She thinks she's a real comedian."

"It's okay."

For about 5 minutes or so, they sat in silence. Every now and then, one would gather the courage to sneak a quick glance at the other.

(Ahhh....*Danika laid back in her chair and took a sip of her warm cocoa.* (She hates hot cocoa, so that's why it's warm cocoa.) Now I can sit back and relax. *Suddenly, the door bursts open. Sara is standing in the doorway. Her head has grown three times its normal size and she has miraculously sprouted fangs.* "So this is why it's taking you so long to write the fanfiction! You goof off every chance you get!" 'Oops, busted' Oh! Hey, Sara *sweatdrop* Heh heh, w-would you like some cocoa? "No. What I would LIKE is for you to quit fooling around and write this fanfiction....Hey! How come this font is so big?....Why you little cheater!" Ahem um...uh...back to the story!)

"So...you live here with your mom, just you two by yourselves?"

Trunks nodded. "Yeah, we've lived here together for a long time now."

"Sorry I walked in on you two earlier."

"It's okay....We didn't expect you to be awake for sometime, so we weren't prepared."

"Yeah, I noticed." Sara smiled.

Trunks smiled back. He had to admit she looked very pretty whenever she smiled.

(I can't believe I just wrote that. "What's uTHAT/u supposed to mean?!" Well, it's kinda sappy, don't you think? "Shut up and keep writing!" Geesh, bossy, bossy. "Hey, you were complaining about me not letting you write before, remember?!" You mean like you're doing now? *Sara slaps Danika upside the head.* Okay, I'm writing, I'm writing!)

"So are you feeling any better?"

"Yes, I didn't have any trouble walking this time, but if I did, I'm sure you would have caught me, right?"

Trunks blushed and looked down. "I just didn't want to see you get hurt...that is I...I mean..."

("Okay, now it's getting a little sappy." How many more times are you going to interrupt me? "Shush! This fanfic needs less you and me and more me and him!" *Danika rolls her eyes and mumbles something about slave driver and continues writing*)

"Anyway, I'm glad you're feeling better."

Bulma stuck her head in the doorway. "Hey, you two aren't doing anything in here, are you?"

"MOM!"

"*giggle* I'm just kidding, Trunks, relax."

Bulma put down the milk and turned to Sara. "Don't worry, he's always shy around pretty girls."

Trunks groaned and covered his face with his hands. Bulma leaned down and whispered to Sara, ignoring Trunks's glare. "Don't worry, Sara, just follow my advice and he'll warm up to you in no time." Bulma laughed.

Sara forced a smile and gave a fake laugh. "Ha ha....sure." 'Note to self: Do not listen to uanything/u this woman says, for humanity's sake!'

Bulma grinned. 'Man, I'm good. These two will be together in no time thanks to me! Wow! Who would've thought you could wrap brains and beauty into such a neat little package like me!'

("Sound familiar, Danika?" Yep, same old Bulma. She may be smart...but she's not even half the cute little genius I am. *Sara rolls her eyes.* "Oh, brother.")

"So, Sara, do you remember anything about having a boyfriend?"

This time it was Sara's turn to sweat drop. "Uh, no..."

"Hey, what do you know! Trunks doesn't have a girlfriend. Pretty big coincidence, huh, Trunks?" Bulma nudged Trunks with her elbow. Trunks shut his eyes as his lip twitched.

'What did I do to deserve this?'

("Ooooh poor Trunks...Can I slap Bulma now?" No you cannot! "Awww." *Sara looks disappointed.* "Can I flick her off?" NO!)

"Come on, Trunks, admit it! You like her, don't you?"

"Mom! Knock it off!"

Sara was feeling just as embarrassed as Trunks was now. So what if they liked each other a little bit? She didn't have to make a production out of it! It was really none of her business anyway!

Bulma noticed how grim Sara and Trunks looked. "Man, you two need to lighten up! You both look like somebody's died."

'Somebody is going to die if she keeps that up! Who does she think she is? Cupid?!' Sara could just imagine herself strangling Bulma.

"Hey, I got a great idea! Trunks could give you a tour of Capsule Corp.!" Bulma turned to Trunks. "What do you say?"

"Sure."

Soon Trunks and Sara were walking down the endless halls of Capsule Corp.

"Is your mom always like that?"

Trunks nodded.

'No wonder he doesn't have a girlfriend. His mom could scare anyone away...not me, though...What am I thinking?!' Sara looked at Trunks and smiled. He gave a little smile back. Maybe she did have a crush on him after all, and maybe...maybe he felt the same way about her.

"So...what exactly do you do here?"

"Well, nowadays, we just live here, but long before the androids attacked, we were a major corporation. My grandpa was a scientist. He invented a small capsule that could just about make anything portable. The capsule became so popular that we had to start mass production to keep up with demand."

"Oh."

For about five minutes, there was silence. Sara looked around.

"There sure are a lot of rooms here."

"Yeah, my grandparents were pack rats."

Sara noticed some bowls on the floor. "What are those for?"

"Huh? Oh, my grandpa used to collect stray animals. We don't have many pets any more though, just my grandpa's old cat..."

"Meow..."

Sara looked down and saw a small black cat with large eyes. "Awww....how cute...." Sara bent down to stroke the cat's fur.

("KITTYYYYYYY!!!!!!" Ow... *Danika rubs her ears*)

"Can I hold her?"

"Sure, she seems to like you."

Sara smiled and picked Kitty up. "Hi there."

"Meow."

Sara was delighted! "She's sooooo cute!"

Trunks smiled. "She was my grandpa's favorite."

Sara could see why; that soft black fur, those large staring eyes, and the cute little way she said "meow." Sara could play with her for hours and never get bored.

"Meow."

Sara couldn't help but grin. "I love it when she says 'meow' like that!"

Trunks smiled, but gave a little sweat drop. 'Well, at least she's happy, but I guess we can forget about the tour.'

Bulma stuck her head around the corner. "Hey, how's the tour coming...huh?" Bulma looked at the small black cat in Sara's arms. A smile crossed her face, and the background began to blur.

("What?" You know, a flashback sequence. "Oh.")

'Wow, I can't believe it, it's been so long....I remember before the androids attacked. Dad was always playing around in his lab. Days seemed like minutes to him; he'd spend hours on end working away, and whenever he started working, he'd always have that same black cat on his shoulder. Dad always said he wasn't an animal person....but that cat was his best friend....Dad was the one who inspired me to become a scientist....like father, like daughter, I guess. But I never understood why he always had that cat with him...I guess even the greatest of inventors can't stand to be lonely....'

("Uh huh....yeah, that's REAL touching and all, but can we iplease/i get back to the story?" ...*sigh* Everybody's a critic...)