Trunks and Goten walked towards Eli's house. They had seen so little of her recently, it'd be nice to see her again. As they came upon the door they saw that there was a small envelope tacked to the door. Trunks carefully tore it off.

"Meet me in our woods. Siarra should already be there."
-Eli

Goten and Trunks both shrugged their shoulders. No big thing, Eli routinely liked to speak with them all in private any way; away from the parents stepping in and editing every single word out of her mouth.

Eli and Siarra were indeed in their little 'house' in the woods. Eli sat in the slip-shod bench and Siarra in the chair near it. Eli's hands were clasped on her knees and her head staring into the ground. Siarra looked as if she had been sitting there for a while, and was getting impatient.
"So what is it you wanted to tell us?" Goten asked
"Well," Eli began,"I found out this morning that the relationship between my mother and Brutis has been going on longer than I thought it had."
"How long has it been going on?" Siarra asked.
"Long enough for me to have a four-year-old little brother." Eli answered, exasperation and sarcasim not absent from her voice.
"You have a little brother!" Trunks asked excitedly. "What's his name?"
Eli's head raised slightly, not much but still. "Chill..."

They had spoke more about unimportant things for another hour before Siarra had to leave, and another half-hour before Goten left. Trunks had noticed during all the conversations that Eli didn't have her usual demeanor. No cocky responses, no sarcasim, no Eli-ness.
"What's wrong with you?" Trunks asked.
"Me! Nothin'" came Eli's responce. Trunks had no belief in her answer.
"Come on. You can tell me if somethings wrong." Trunks said plaintively, inching closer to where Eli was sitting.
She sighed. "Trunks, if I told you something really disturbing, you would believe me right?"
"Of course." Trunks responded, sidling even closer.
Just as Eli opened her mouth to speak, the two thirteen-year-olds heard a gruff and angry sounding voice coming from the wood and heading towards them. "Girl! Where you at!"
Brutis came crashing through the brush, his demeanor softening when he saw the two.
"You've got to tell us where you're going. Your mother's worried sick." Brutis said softly, almost like a father. Eli got up silently and she and Brutis walked in quiet peacefulness back to her family's house.
"How nice." Trunks thought. "Eli finally has a family."

For the next few days Trunks mused over the conversation in the woods. Why was Eli acting like this? Why didn't she act so cocky? So normally bitchy? Not that Trunks didn't like the bitchyness; in all honesty it turned him on. But, staying on subject, Trunks was slightly worried. But, then remembering just who Eli was gave him another idea, she was probably just having one of those 'female' days when their 'monthly friend' came to visit. For a brief second, Trunks was extremely happy to be a male.
"Eli's fine." He told himself. "Yeah, just fine."