Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball Z or any of its characters. They are the creations of Akira Toriyama. I am making no money from writing this.

Author's Notes: A quick warning, its going to be another chapter or two until we start getting into any real Trunks/Juunana moments. I would like to thank Nadine, Rose Angel, and Leelee for reviewing. THANK YOU! Here's the next chapter so the death threats can stop now.

And for the shameless plug part of my A/N. I wrote a one shot called 'Near You'. It is from Juunana's pov on why he hasn't killed Trunks yet. I wrote it while FF.net was down and decided to post it. Let me know what you think.

Tomorrow Never Knows

By: Raidne

Chapter 3

'Trees. Trees. More trees.' Juunana-gou had never been so sick of seeing green and brown in his life. They hadn't gotten far enough from the mountain yet to start spotting anything resembling a city and neither felt like staying in the woods. When they found a city they were just going to have to find a building that was empty of any other occupants and take up residence. They weren't going to draw much attention to themselves unless they had to.

As Juunana-gou was pondering whether or not blasting trees could actually hurt his new found parole he saw Juuhachi-gou stop in mid air and drift to the ground. He followed her example incase she had picked up something. He checked the area for any high power levels as he landed. The search turned up empty. Just great. Either his scanners were malfunctioning or his sister was. He hoped it was the latter. Him heartless? Never.

"Now what?" Juunana-gou asked impatiently.

"I saw a village," Juuhachi said simply as she began to walk.

"So?" Juunana asked crossing his arms.

"So, we don't know how long we've been dead or what has happened since then," Juuhachi said over her shoulder.

Juunana scowled. She had a point but he wasn't going to admit that. Especially not to her. "I'm sure they will be just thrilled though to see their nightmares returned to life," he remarked sarcastically as he began to follow with his hands jammed into his pants' pockets. Hmm, a stampede could be entertaining.

"I doubt they'll recognize us," she said offhandedly.

Looking down at himself he seriously doubted it.

An hour later Juunana could be found leaning against the outside wall of a small hut in wide-eyed amazement of the serious stupidity of the human race. He knew they weren't that bright but this was ridiculous. Not a one recognized he and his sister and they bought the story that the two of them had been living in the woods and just come out into the open now to try and catch up on local news. Not a single one of these pitiful wastes of space recognized him! Hell, there was even a group of girls not far away from him that thought they were being discreet when they would look at him and giggle before turning to whisper something into the ear of a friend. He wondered if they knew just how obvious they were or if they just didn't really care.

This village was a very close-knit friendly community. Whenever one of the villagers noticed the two new faces they would shout a greeting. They had already been given at least five invitations for dinner. Granted they were from the teen portion of the village. The portion whose eyes had a tendency to wander away from their faces when they were speaking to them. Juunana would have been thrilled to be able to just blast the entire place to hell but whenever he decided he would a glare from Juuhachi would stop him from going through with it. They had too much to lose now to let his ego and temper screw it up for them. At least that was what he kept telling himself while he stood against the wall and scowled as his sister talked with an elderly woman that looked old enough to be Gero's great grandmother.

Juunana's scowl deepened, if that was at all possible, as he heard footsteps coming up from his right. 'Not another one of these fools.' He groaned internally.

"I don't believe I've seen you around here before," came a male voice from his right. Juunana groaned again. Guys and girls alike had been hitting on him today and as much fun as it would normally be to string a few along, today he just wasn't in the mood.

"Not much of a surprise there since this is my first and last visit," he said coldly. He didn't bother to turn just silently willed them to realize they were annoying someone who could and would snap their neck if they hit the right buttons.

"Then this is your lucky day. If anyone can help you enjoy your visit I certainly can," the male voice answered back smoothly. Juunana almost rolled his eyes. This was truly pathetic. Did he really look stupid enough to fall for these lines? Best not to ask Juuhachi the answer to that.

"Get lost," Juunana said harshly. This little twerp just couldn't seem to take a hint.

"I'm Yokubo," said that persistent little voice. "Might I inquire to your name?"

"No," Juunana answered shortly turning to glare at the stupid human. When it didn't work he had to wonder if he had lost his touch while in hell.

"Aww now don't be like that," the boy said running a hand through messy brown hair and giving a very practiced smile. Juunana wondered absently if this was supposes to warm him to the boy. If it was the attempt had died stillborn because he was getting closer and closer to just bashing the boys head into street and going on.

"Excuse me," another voice interrupted the threat that was about to leave Juunana's lips. "I'm going to have to steal my brother away for a few moments."

When the little worm finally slithered away Juunana wondered if he was relieved or annoyed that he didn't get to scare him away. He finally settled on indifferent.

"I hope you don't mind me pulling you away from such charming company," Juuhachi said sarcastically.

"I would have preferred tossing my so called 'charming company' into a meat grinder," he said back. "So what did Grandma Moses have to say?" he asked shoving his hands into the pockets of his black jeans.

"Furui," she emphasized the word, "was able to tell me more then I really wanted to know." She sounded almost regretful when she said the rest.

Juunana gave her a sideways, "Do I really want to know?"

His sister took a breath before going on, "We've been dead for five years."

He grimaced, "I guess I should be relieved then that I didn't look even worse then I did when we got back if we had been lying in mud for that long."

"Be serious for one moment," Juuhachi said sounding exasperated.

"You're the one that is always calling me a child," he pointed out bemused.

He heard her let out an exasperated breath and turned to watch her try to fight the immortal creature that was her temper back into the abyss to be summoned later when he did something along the lines of putting her underwear in the freezer. Or itching powder down her shirt. Maybe mixing mayonnaise with her shampoo. Or-

He broke the thought off when he saw Juuhachi readying a punch. "What?" he asked faking innocence.

"You're hopeless," she said dropping the fist.

"I've been trying to tell you-," he began.

"Oh shut up," she interrupted him by saying. She crossed her arms before going on. "Anyway I heard the villagers were putting up a building and I volunteered us to help," she glared at him the entire time she said it daring him to argue with her. It was a wasted effort since she had shocked him so much he couldn't immediately speak.

"You WHAT?" he spat out. The paralysis didn't last for long.

"I volunteered us-," she said slowly as if talking down to a small child.

"I got that part," he broke in harshly. "Why?"

"You heard Yemma just like I did."

Juunana couldn't help but groan. 'Right, I almost forgot that I am on parole,' he thought acidly.

"Come on," she said uncrossing her arms and grabbing one of his. "It's this or going back to your many admirers," she said pointing to where Yokubo was standing next to some girl and waving to them.

"What exactly is it that we are going to have to do?" he asked as he followed Juuhachi.

*****

Minikui chuckled to herself as her cousin watched his most recent target slip from his sights. 'Poor Yokubo,' she thought sardonically. The handsome boy that had evaded her cousin was walking away with some attractive blonde girl.

"Shut up," the annoyed boy to her side growled.

"But it is just so funny," she said covering her mouth with her hand. Her dark eyes twinkled with malicious humor.

"Go fuck yourself."

"You're just mad because he won't do it for you," she giggled.

"You're not one to talk," he said a slight trace of laughter in his voice.

Minikui tossed dark brown hair over one shoulder. "I have no idea what you are talking about my dear cousin."

"You haven't gotten the Briefs heir into your bed yet now have you? I could be wrong. But I doubt it." Yokubo's mouth was twisted into a cruel smirk.

"I'll get another chance," she said while mentally reviewing when the last time it was since the purple haired Briefs boy had been to the village. "That's more then you can say. Those two probably won't be back for a long while." Her lips curved into her earlier smirk at his failure.

Yokubo turned quickly and backhanded his cousin across the face hard enough to knock her onto the ground. He turned swiftly and walked away leaving her to bitch about how she was going to get back at him for bruising her face.

*****

Time went on at Capsule Corp after his father was miraculously returned to them. Days passed and not even a peep from the androids. Trunks had been sure that they would have done something by now. It wasn't that he had been hoping for an attack he just wanted some clue as to where they were.

It didn't help that dwelling on the subject of the androids was just a little easier then dealing with his newly revived father. Vegeta was the same bad ass personality that he had been in that alternate timeline but with one noticeable difference. Being in hell so long had made some changes in the arrogant prince because while he still trained constantly he had been spending a lot of time with Bulma. It was weird. Although Vegeta wasn't exactly affectionate he wasn't going out of his way anymore to deny that Bulma meant anything to him. The few times that he and Trunks had crossed paths Vegeta would make a few clipped remarks to him and that was it.

'Well what did you expect a father that gushed all over about how proud he was and how he would never leave you again,' a cynical voice asked. Trunks almost snorted at the thought. If there was one verb that could never be used in connection about the Saiyan prince it was 'gush'.

His dwelling on the android problem, or lack there of, had him heading to Gero's lab today in the hopes of finding something. Why he hadn't thought to go there the first day escaped him. Vegeta had needed that trip into the regen tank so they probably needed some repairs themselves.

Spotting the lab's entrance looming ahead he came to an abrupt stop and landed on his feet in the doorway. Every nerve tense incase of attack. His hand was ready to go for his sword in a seconds notice. His senses stretched to pick up any movement. He heard nothing. None of the shadows stirred. He didn't relax his guard for a moment but he did begin to make his way into the lab.

As he walked his boots stirred years worth of dirt and dust to waft in the air. It made his nose itch horribly. He was forced to drop his guard when he was suddenly hit with a sneezing fit. When it was over he looked around to see if anything had moved. As embarrassed as he was he noted that nothing had budged. 'They're not here,' he decided finally. There was no way they would have passed up the chance to pummel him while he was distracted if they had been.

Letting out an annoyed groan he let his eyes linger over the dark bulky shapes of the equipment in the room. He hadn't known where the switch was to turn on the power so he was stuck depending on his night vision alone. He was grateful to his father's genes for giving him slightly better then human vision. He began to fill around for anything that resembled a light switch along the wall, careful not to hit anything that he couldn't recognize. Flicking the first one he came across turned out not to be the wisest of decisions since he heard a loud rumbling quickly followed by a shattering clank. Scared of what he may have just turned on he hit the switch again and the noises ended. Much to his relief.

The second time turned out to be the charm because he managed to find the light switch. When the fluorescent lighting overhead flickered to life he looked around curiously. He had never really been in Gero's lab unless you counted the time in that other timeline when he had gone with the others in the hopes of preventing the old doctor from waking Juuhachi-gou and Juunana-gou. The first thought that crossed his mind was 'Mom would love this place.' It was true too. Being brought up by Bulma the blue haired genius he had learned a certain respect for technology but he wasn't as capable as she. He had no idea what most of the gizmos he was looking at could possibly be but he knew if his mom were here she would have them figured out and working better then originally intended in moments. It creeped him out how she could do that. He also wasn't about to test any of those odd looking devices out either. Fighting killer androids for years made you fear technology a little bit too.

Looking at a device that had sharp protrusions on one end he decided his fear was well founded. 'I don't even want to guess what some of these are supposed to do.'

With his curiosity sated he turned to leave and tried to calm the annoying voice in his head that was demanding to know what he planned to do about the androids. As he walked he had his eyes lowered to the ground. Otherwise he probably would have missed the discarded piece of orange material. Images of past fights zoomed through his mind. Juunana-gou smirking cockily at him before delivering a blow to his stomach, Juunana-gou staring down at him as he lay beaten and bloody on the ground expecting to die. It was his bandanna. Trunks closed his eyes and clenched his teeth in anger as the images became interspersed with the memory of finding Gohan dead and beaten on the cracked concrete. His knuckles turned white as his fists clenched. He was so deep into his memories he didn't realize that he had put his hand through a near by wall until he felt air sting open cuts on his knuckles.

After removing his fist from the wall he saw light shining through the hole. It must have been another room. 'But where's the door?' he thought to himself looking around. Not being able to spot one and having nothing better to do anyway he took a step back and decided to widen the hole a bit. One concentrated energy blast was all it took. Stepping into the room using a ball of energy he formed in one hand as a sort of makeshift torch he began to look around. The room appeared to be an office. A lone metal desk stood in the center of the room with a computer swivel chair lying across the floor discarded. A single filing cabinet leaned against the far wall, metal glinting back the light of Trunks' torch.

Walking in he looked at the desk's top, which was cluttered with post it notes, pencils, and a lamp that looked like it had seen better days. The computer that shared the domain with the rest of the clutter had an inch of dust on it. Well what was left of the computer anyway. The thing looked gutted. Wires and unidentifiable micro chips spilled across loose papers. Remembering a few times his mother had cannibalized equipment for usable parts he discarded the computer carnage as another eccentricity shared by scientists. Seeing nothing else of interest on the desk he turned his attention to the filing cabinet. He pulled open the top drawer with his right hand, the hand that wasn't holding a pulsing ball of light. A quick scan of the file names made his eyes widen and quickly reread each one more closely. 'Subject 17, Subject 18, ' he read the names in detached awe. When his mother had heard they had found plans of the androids in the other timeline she had been adamant about finding the plans herself. Trunks had flat out refused to take her. With the androids dead he was perfectly content to let the place where they had been created lay in ruin for all time. He would be surprised if she hadn't found a way to come here on her own before now. Well looked like his mother was going to get her wish.

Pulling out the files and sitting them on the desk he turned on the lamp and began to flip through them. He might as well make sure this is what his mother wanted. He began reading.

*****

"Do you think we'll have to pay the rats rent?"

Juuhachi glared at her brother briefly before walking through the doorway. They had only been away from that wretched village for one damned day. When Juunana and Juuhachi had finished the project early they had somehow got sucked into staying for the post completion party. Juunana had spent the entire time trying to think up a list of reasons why not to kill that human pest Yokubo. It was a remarkably short list. There were only two things on it. One reason was that his body count had been fairly impressive the first time he was sent to hell and adding to it certainly wasn't going to help him any. The last was that if he did it Juuhachi would nag him. He wasn't sure which was actually on the top of his list.

After making their escape they had tried to find a city that was still suitably deserted. It was harder then originally expected. The first city they entered after finding civilization was civilization. In other words there were people. People shopping. Yes that's right people were shopping. Most the streets were lined with booths, food stands, and some of the rooms in the buildings that were still standing had been turned into makeshift shops. Juunana knew it was irrational but he couldn't help the annoyance he felt when he saw all those people milling about in the streets blissfully unaware of the fact they were being watched by the very beings that had caused all the destruction just outside of this small piece of civilization. It bothered him that so many had escaped him the first time round and it surprised him to realize that Juuhachi didn't share his views on the situation at all. Somehow seeing those people, those humans getting on with their lives made her relieved.

Well after that city proved to be a bust they kept looking until they found ruins from one of their previous games that were mostly deserted. The occasional scrounger and before mentioned rats couldn't really be helped much at the moment. Well at least Juuhachi wouldn't object if he used the vermin, and yes he meant the rats and not the humans, for target practice.

"We'll fix it up," Juuhachi shrugged.

Juunana walked in behind her. His hands shoved into the pockets of his black denim jeans he turned to investigate the room they were in at the moment. 'If this is anything like the rest of the apartment our accommodations in hell were nicer,' he thought to himself. He thought it best to keep that comment to himself. The expression on his blonde haired twin's face as she glared at the walls, floor, and old sofa told him if he voiced his observation she would be more then happy to send him back there.

"I'm telling you now that I am not using a damned rat for a pillow," Juunana tossed over his shoulder as he walked into the back rooms.

*****

Trunks placed the last paper back into its manila folder and leaned back in the now righted desk chair. There had been more then just plans for the androids in those folders. There had also been the conditioning procedures and experiments that the twins had gone through to prepare them far what they would become. Trunks felt like he was going to be sick. 'How could anyone do those things to another human being?' he thought. The things Gero had described so detachedly in his reports had left his stomach reeling. He knew dogs that were treated better then Subject 18 and Subject 17 had been. Gero hadn't even taken the time to write down their names. To him they were only numbers and because of him that was all they were going to be.

Deciding he had had enough of being in this kami-forsaken place he picked up the two folders and left.