Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball Z. It is owned by Akira Toriyama.

Chapter 5
Sleeping

Trunks carried his little sister down the stairs. After she had woken up, she was completely weak. Her dream had depleted her energy. When he got to his car, she had already fallen back to sleep. 'So much for dinner.' he thought. It didn't really matter, the food wasn't for him; it was for her. She had hardly eaten anything since their mother had died, and had began to eat next to nothing since their father had passed on.

He was worried for her. She was always so happy, either that or extremely pissed at someone. But even when she was mad, he was so proud of her; and so was their father. Vegeta would never yell back at Bulla, only if he was already very ticked. Which was usually never. His father would always put on the impression that he was angry, but more often than not, he was ecstatic.

Trunks arrived at his house at 8:43 pm. He always wished that his home was closer but tonight he was glad that it wasn't. He got the chance to think of so many things on the way home. He parked his maroon Lincoln Town Car in his driveway and got out of the car. He opened the passenger side door and gently picked Bulla up. She only growled low in the back of her thought, but then she realized who picked her up. Trunks brought her inside and carried her to his room.

He laid her down on his bed and went to the dresser to get one of his old shirts and a pair of boxers for her to sleep in. He grabbed an extra pair of boxers for him to sleep in. He went to the side of the bed and gently shook Bulla awake.

"I got you some pajama's." he whispered. She sat up and turned her back to him. He unzipped her black dress. She got off the bed and let the straps fall from her shoulders. He turned around to walk out of the room, but he was stopped by a gentle whisper of his name. He turned back around to see his sister dressed in his cloths.

"Trunks, I don't want to be alone tonight." she spoke softly. He saw the nervousness in her eyes. He understood how she felt so he didn't mind.

"Let me change then I'll be back." he replied in a whisper. He entered the bathroom and took off his cloths. Then he put on a new pair of boxers. He left the bathroom to find his sleeping sister in his bed and the sheets turned down for him to climb in to.

When he laid down, he looked at his sisters sleeping body. He kissed her on the forehead and covered himself with the covers. She looked identical to their mother. Except his sister had newly died her hair to charcoal black. He wasn't going to lie, she was a beautiful woman. Trunks wrapped his arms around his sister. They both needed the comfort, the comfort of family.

She felt his arms wrap around her sleeping body, and him pulling her closer. She turned her body around so she could hear her brother's heartbeat. It was just like their father's, strong. She moaned as she listened. She loved the sound of a heartbeat. It made her want to be closer to whoever it was.

She finally fell into a deep sleep when she heard the lullaby that her father used to sing to her at night. Trunks hummed it so perfectly.