Disclaimer: I don't own Dragonball Z at all. It all belongs to Akira Toriyama.

Okay, I betting you guys are wondering why I haven't updated in a while. Well… I can only give you excuses. I had finals for half of the time. The other half I just lacked inspiration because my muses ran away. Also, Star Wars is easier for me to write than DBZ. By the way, perhaps if any of you are a fan of Star Wars you could maybe pop in (Hah, I'm plugging myself in my own story!)? It isn't that bad, you just have to read the books to understand anything. Even if you haven't read the books, I don't think it's too hard to follow. Oh yeah, back on track, the main reason that I haven't been posting is due to my extreme procrastination. I'm even more of a lazy bum in the summer than I am in the school year, so it takes a lot of motivating for me to do anything.

Also, I'm referring to Chibi Trunks as Trunks in this because he's going to be the only Trunks mentioned in the chapter.

Now, without further adieu… here's the chapter.

Chapter Nine

She was running, just like now. Only there were Saiya-jin chasing after her this time. It was a memory implanted into her brain since she was young. All around her there was fires and screaming. This was another's memory(1) of the Saiya-jin attack on her home world. She tripped and fell but quickly scrabbled up and hid behind nearby rubble. She lowered her Ki even further when she sensed the approach of the Saiya-jin monsters.

"Zuci(2), did you see where that brat went?" One of them barked to his comrade. It was a large male with the same looks as all Saiya-jin had – black hair and black eyes with a tail wrapped tightly around his waist. All of their armor had the elite symbol of Frieza's force.

One of them, a female and presumably Zuci, responded, "No, the little gaki just disappeared off of the scouter."

"Shimatta, I'm getting tired of this little disappearing act!" yelled another male. The expression on his face was of frustration and he punched what was left of a nearby wall to accent this.

"It's no wonder that they keep disappearing with all the noise that you make," yet another saiya-jin male commented. "Honestly, Caul(3), how do expect us to find them if you keep making so much noise?"

Caul growled and looked as if he was going to attack and the other Saiya-jin took up a stance to defend himself. Then the first Saiya-jin stepped in between them and snapped, "Stop trying to get Caul worked up, Nio(4). And Caul, save if for the Ookami-jin(5). Don't waste your strength on Nio."

The one called Nio protested against this. "Amys(6), that isn't fair! It's so boring here! There's nothing for us to do! We haven't found any of the cursed little devils for days!"

You really need to learn patience, Nio." A female Saiya-jin walked into view. "And I think I know how they keep disappearing."

"Really, Sekle(7)? Then please, elighten us," Amys said.

"It's some technique they've learned that let's them control the amount of Ki they give off."

Panic rose. How could that Saiya-jin woman know! It's a sacred technique passed on by the people of her race for years. In spite of her growing fear, she stayed to hear what else the Saiya-jin knew.

The others broke into laughter.

"I thought you were serious there for a moment, Sekle," Amys said. "It's impossible to hide your Ki amount. If it was possible, we would've already known."

Sekle growled. "You doubt me? I learned it off some stupid Ookami-jin I found finding under some building! He told me everything in exchange for his life."

"Really, and how long did he live afterwards?" Caul asked.

"Thirty seconds."

There was another burst of laughter. Anger rose from inside the memories previous owner's body. It burned through her, but still, no action was taken.

"He probably lied because he knew that you would kill him anyways. Now, let's go see if we can find any more of the blasted dogs."

One by one the Saiya-jin flew off. Even as they left her sight, the anger remained. So, one of their own had betrayed them, even though the stupid monkeys hadn't believed them. After slowly moving out of her hiding spot, the original memory owner started walked to one of their hidden bases, keeping a close eye out for any Saiya-jin warriors.

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Suki awoke with a gasp and hit her head on the bunk above her. Curse those stupid memories rising up whenever she didn't want them to! Who cared about planetary evasion when they were about to get their revenge on the Sith-spawned(8) Saiya-jin? Muttering to herself, she crept out of the bunk room and made her way into the control room. There were only two people in there, it was the night shift so there wasn't too many people on duty. Suki ignored them and made her way to the prison cams. She looked at the image of the two young Saiya-jin boys. The black-haired boy was sprawled across the lower bunk with a trail of drool trickling down his mouth. He muttered something before he rolled over and continued to sleep.

The lavender-haired boy was lying on his stomach with his head at the foot of his bed. His right arm was hanging off the edge and he appeared to be snoring. As she examined the boys, Suki could find nothing wrong with them. They seemed so innocent, nothing like the bloodthirsty monsters she had been told about. She hadn't told the prince about the newly discovered Saiya-jin children. Her conscience wouldn't allow that. It didn't matter that their race was responsible for destroying three-fourths of her race. For some reason she didn't want the stupid little kids killed… well at least the black-haired one.

Frowning slightly to herself, she walked out of the room.

(This is a mental argument; the bold is her conscience.)

The Saiya-jin destroyed most of your race, fool! She mentally chided herself. How can you even think of trying to save one of them!

But he's only a child, he can't do much.

Shows what you know. Didn't grandpa always tell you to never trust Saiya-jin by their looks?

Gramps was a paranoid, old geezer who couldn't go to the bathroom without checking for Saiya-jin under the toilet seat first.

. . . Shut up. That still doesn't change the fact that they could threaten the Prince's victory against the Saiya-jin no Ouji's heir. They might be in league with him!

You're starting to sound like gramps. Prince Cardew doesn't matter, he's the youngest son, very expendable. Why do you think the king let him go on this assignment? The guy drove everyone loony!

It still doesn't change the fact that you're allowing the enemy to live. Now get your sorry carcass moving to the Prince's chambers and tell him!

Make me!

I'm your brain, I can sure as hell make you! Besides you're betraying the Ookami-jin for not telling him.

Whatever, I'm going to stop talking to you now.

(End of argument)

Suki shook her head. Did she just fight with herself? That was the last time she'd ever eat questionable looking local food on some strange planet late at night again. Honestly, who in their right mind would eat something called nachos? She started to walk back to the bunk room, trying to lose the sense of betrayal that had suddenly risen up to the back of her mind.

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Trunks woke up to the sound of his growling stomach. When was the last time he had eaten? Yesterday? A million, bazillion years? Who knew? All he wanted to do was break out of this stupid place and go have some of Chi-Chi's cooking. He rolled off the bunk – forgetting that he was on the top bunk due to a very violent round of rock, paper, scissors – fell to the floor with a loud bang. He grumbled and got up off the floor. Trunks vaguely realized through his early morning haze that there was a foul smell coming from the hole in the floor which sufficed as their "potty". Goten must've taken a big dump or something.

There was a bowl of water that must have been placed there while he and Goten had been sleeping. Trudging over to it, Trunks stuck his hands into the freezing cold water and splashed his face. Well that was a wake up call. When was the guard person going to give them their food? He was starving!

Trunks mumbled and stalked over to Goten. He poked his best friend a couple times.

"Oishii(9) onigiri, okaasan!" Goten muttered. "Can I have some turkey?"

Trunks hit his head. Trust Goten to be thinking about food when they had to escape from some evil villain's lair. He shook Goten this time. Goten again said something about food and turned over. Trunks scratched his head in thought for a moment before he came up with an idea. "Goten, someone's kidnapped Chi-Chi-san's pans and now she can't cook anything!"

Goten shot up quicker than Trunks thought possible and looked around in horror and anger. "Where is the fiend? I'm gonna knock him into next Wednesday and then eat my breakfast!"

Trunks sweat-dropped and cleared his throat. "Nevermind that Goten, remember what we're supposed to be doing?"

"Uhh… escaping?"

"Yes, now what were you going to do?"

"I don't remember."

Trunks hit his head. It was going to be a long day.

TBC-

Sorry for the shortness, but the good thing is that I did get you the chapter. Here's the index stuff.

Chris Bennett: Thanks for reviewing!

miroku-has-darkness: It'll be one big promotion, then.

supersaiyaman: Eh? Stranger? What stranger? I need to go back and re-read this. Thank for stopping by!

Lei: Woot, someone agrees with me that the dog is king of the Earth! Thank you! And more people who enjoy the totally kawaii Goten, but he has yet to show any signs of intelligence, whether or not Chi-Chi made him study. Oniichan is a more affectionate way to say "older brother", oniisan is the respectful version.

1. Ookami-jin have memories of certain events planted into their brains to keep their history alive.

2. Zuci zucchini

3. Caul cauliflower

4. Nio onion

5. Ookami-jin means wolf people.

6. Amys yams

7. Sekle leeks

8. Sith-spawn is a Star Wars curse that I threw in there for good measure and I couldn't think of anything else.

9. Goten pretty much said, "Delicious riceballs."

Till next time and let's home inspiration strikes me soon.