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Prolouge

Sunsets are beautiful when you have someone to share them with, but when your alone, its not the same. You need someone to be with you once in a while. Yet most people are alone forever, never laying eyes on a sunset with someone.

Then there are meadows with an ocean of flowers and seas of orchilds and buttercups, blooming here and there, showering the meadow with a aroma of purfume. Sunsets are wonderful when viewed from meadows, you have a wonderful view and a lovely scent, and a beautiful place to be at.

Yet, all of these precious things will soon go away, leaving room for darkness and shadows to over throne the light. So I suggest you go enjoy these precious moments with someone soon, before its all gone...

It's too late for me... I'm in love with the Goddess of Darkness...

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"Trunks! Get up, you are going to be late for your training!" yelled a grouchy voice, which belonged to the Prince of all Saiyans; Vegeta. Yet, he recieved no response. 'I guess I'm gunna have to drag him out of bed...' He entered Trunks room as glanced at the sleeping bundle of blankets. A smirk appeared on his face. He held his right hand out, his palm facing Trunks and blasted Trunks out of bed.

"Ahhhh! I'm up, I'm up!" Trunks screamed as he rolled onto the floor, dodging the attack before it hit him. "What is your problem!" Trunks yelled, glaring at his father, who was walking out the door.

"You wouldn't get up," he merely said, as Trunks slammed his door shut and went to get ready for training.

'Should I shower now? Nah, I'll be training afterwartds and I'll get dirty again, so its best if I don't shower and train, then after that I'll shower,' Trunks thought as he chose out his training outfit, which was a dark green shirt with a Japanese symbol meaning strength, he pulled out a black baggy pants with green lining and quickly put them on. He got on a pair of white socks and white and green gym shoes and ran out of his room towards the GR.

"Your late," answered a grouchy Vegeta.

"Sorry," Trunks replied bitterly as he looked at his father, and notice that Vegeta was staring at his shoes.

Then he realized something... He was wearing his shoes backwards! Trunks smacked his head in stupidity and ploped his fourteen year old body on the floor and corrected his shoes.

Vegeta just shook his head, and powered up, making Trunks do the same, an their training began for the day.

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It was five in the afternoon and Trunks staggered into his room all beated up and sweaty, his nice clothing were torn up. He laid on his bed and closed his eyes. He was too tired to even open his eyes, so he drifted to sleep.

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"Trunks..." said a soft voice very slowly; it came from nowhere

"Who said that?"

"Oh Trunks..." it said again, yet slowly.

"Show yourself!"

"Silly Trunks..." It hummed.

"Who are you? And what do you want with h-"

"Silly Trunks..." It hummed again.

"I'm not-"

"Trunks, don't you know me? Don't you know my voice?" the voice giggled as it hummed around.

"I'm not-"

"SILENCE!" the soft voice, which was now booming extremely loud; bellowed. "I know you aren't Trunks, Vegeta!"

"Vegeta... I'm not Vegeta?"

"Fool! You sound like Vegeta and look like Vegeta, therefor you are Vegeta!" the voice snapped.

"Lies, I'm Trunks!"

"See for yourself..." it said sofly once more, then a mirror appeared in front of him and he saw jet black spikey hair, glaring eyes, and a smirk across his face.

"This can't be..." but as he said that he was staring into the mirror, and... his lips didn't move, he looked away and looked around. "This isn't real... My mouth didn't move!"

"Oh really?" the voice boomed. "Or is it that you didn't say anything?"

"I did say something!"

"I didn't hear anything..." the voice said sofly... behind him. It giggled. "I think your blind!" Trunks turned around and saw a girl with straight black hair that reached her shoulders and dark brown eyes staring at him. She giggled. "Hi!"

"Er... Hi-" but before he could say anything else, his lips were silence by a kiss. The girl just lanched her lips at his and she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. Trunks wanted to shove her off, but something inside him held him back, and without him wanting to, his arms wrapped the girl. The girl played with his hair, as so Trunks.

Then, after a good two minutes, she pulled away, blinking, then she looked up and stared dreamily into his crystal blue eyes, and giggled. "Hi, I'm-"

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"Trunks, get up!" yelled a familar voice as it shook him. "Get up, stinky! You need to shower!"

"Go away Bulla..." Trunks muttered at his younger sister.

"Just because I'm two years younger doesn't mean I can't tell you to wake up and shower!" Bulla prosisted as she shook her brother. "Fine!"

Trunks was just snickering to himself as Bulla tried to shove him off the bed.

"Man, you've gotten fat!" Bulla muttered as she tried again.

"Hey!" Trunks shouted as he got up, dropping Bulla to the floor. "What's that suppose to mean!"

"Oh, nothing..." Bulla snickered. "Anyways, now that your up, go take a bath!" This statement ending up being finished by Trunks throing a pillow at Bulla's face.

"Take that!" Trunks laughed.

"Jerk..."

I hope you like it, this is only chapter one, remember...