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Author's Notes: This was harder to get out than you could believe. My brain kept wanting to skip a head by a few chapters. Don't you just hate it when that happens? I refuse to rush the posting of any of my chapters just to get to a certain part. It doesn't help that school is taking up more time then I would like. -_- For some reason I've also been on a bit of a Zelgadis/Xellos kick lately. When I get an idea for the storyline I'll probably end up posting a fic to that couple sometime.

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Tomorrow Never Knows

By: Raidne the Silent Siren

Chapter 4

"Vegeta!" Bulma's voice echoed throughout the hallways. It was immediately followed by the sound of her giggles.

Trunks, who had been on his way to the kitchen at the time, heard the shout coming from the living room. He immediately did an about face. 'I'll find a different way to the kitchen,' he thought to himself as his cheeks burned. He really, really didn't want to walk in on his parents while they were doing- He cut off the thought, his cheeks burning even more.

After managing to detour to the kitchen without hearing any more noises from his parents, he began to make his breakfast. Trunks never would have survived his growing years with his saiyan appetite without learning to cook for himself. He loved Bulma. She was his mother after all, but she had made biscuits before that could be used as bricks. The biscuits had been the more identifiable of her cooking experiments.

As he readied the stove for pancakes he thought back to the night before. He had given his mother the files he had found and had planned to go to bed. Bulma had pounced on the files quickly and had shut herself into her lab with the firm instructions that she was not to be disturbed. Much to the saiyan prince's annoyance this applied to him as well.

Instead of sleeping Trunks had ended up sparring with his father for most the night. Vegeta had surprised Trunks with his strength and had pounded him into the ground in their first fight. Well, saiyans were supposed to get stronger with every injury and when they had found him Vegeta had been pretty trashed. It didn't hurt that he also had his tail back now. Afterwards Vegeta had grunted and said 'You'll do.' It wasn't the statement of pride Trunks had hoped for, but from his father it was probably about as close as he would get and he was grateful for it.

Trunks smirked to himself and thought, 'I'm going to have to get more practice in deciphering Vegetaese.'

As he took the first stack of pancakes off the stove, he realized just how glad he was to finally have a sparring partner. He was finally going to get to know his dad. The last was the one that had him the most excited. He knew it was going to be hard to pry anything out of Vegeta but he was willing to try. He couldn't help but to feel some envy for Gohan and Gokou's relationship. The Gokou he had met had been pretty open about his feelings and had let his son know how he felt. Last night had been the first time he had spent any extended period of time around his father since his return.

Trunks quickly decimated his stack of pancakes and put his plate and eating utensils in the dish washer. He was used to doing these kinds of things for himself from when his mom would get to busy with an invention and would lose track of time, so it wasn't hard for him to just do some of the chores again now since Bulma was clearly busy with Vegeta. He had to stop another blush from forming. Rubbing a hand over his forehead, he couldn't help but to wonder why his parents couldn't act like adults instead of horny teenagers for one week.

He picked up his jacket off of a chair setting next to the door and shrugged it on as he walked out. He was going to patrol some of the cities today and see if he turned anything up. He wasn't as worried about an android attack as he had been before, but he still couldn't relax without at least knowing what they were up to. Besides, he needed something to do with his time.

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Blood dripped off of his curled fingers to puddle at his feet. The red bloomed over the cuffs of his white sleeves. He looked at the red liquid and detachedly thought of how it would eventually dry and dull to a rusty brown. Damn. He liked this shirt.

"Ple…Please no." It was barely a whisper. Almost nothing more than a breath of air. His enhanced hearing was enough to pick it up. He looked down at the thing that was barely recognizable as a human with mild curiosity. He had thought it was dead already.

It was a boy, maybe a year or two older then he himself appeared. His hair may have been blonde at some point but now it was so caked with blood you couldn't tell. There were open wounds on his face and body. The puddle of crimson liquid seemed to still be growing under his body. By all rights he should have been dead by now.

He looked into the injured boy's one good gray eye and lifted a hand. He was growing bored with this toy. The last thing he saw was the blood stained expression of horror on his victim's face.

Then the roles changed.

He found himself looking through the eyes of the boy and could see himself. He could see his own cold blue eyes as they stared down at this sight of death and despair and didn't once blink. He saw his lips twist into a malicious smirk. He could feel the boy's despair, fear, and pain as if the emotions were his own. He tried to shout at himself not to go through with it, but the lips of the body he now inhabited would not move.

"Goodbye." It was his voice. It lacked all emotion except a hint of audible amusement. Then he saw the energy blast.

Juunana sat bolt upright in bed with a gasp of shock. His eyes darted around the room half expecting to see Yemma. When all they met were walls he began to relax. He put a hand to his head as he slowed his breathing. It had been just like when he had died and that bastard had made him relive everything. He was alive now. Damn it, why should he still have to deal with this kind of shit.

The villagers must have brought it on. That particular memory of his was of a boy he had played with before his untimely death. He hadn't thought of it in so long he had nearly forgotten about him. He knew he couldn't remember the boy's name. He knew he would always remember the look on his face when he had been killed though. The dream guaranteed that. The despair, the pain, the fear, all that he was used too by now. It was the look of betrayal that was going to make this one memorable. The kid had actually thought Juunana had given a damn about him. It must have been because he had wasted so much time before finally killing him.

He stood up and picked up his white tank top to pull over his bare chest. He pulled on his boots and over-shirt as he left the room. There was no way he was going to get anymore sleep. Hell, it would probably be in his best interests to find another place to sleep altogether. The last thing he needed was to wake up Juuhachi one night. He didn't care if they both had similar memories or not. His pride just wouldn't be able to take it.

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Juuhachi glanced up when she saw her brother enter the room. He looked like hell. Normally this was where she would point it out to his attention but she just wasn't in the mood. She had a pretty good idea why he looked half dead and it was the same reason that had sent her out a few hours earlier to see if any of the little shops they had seen earlier had sold coffee. Damn Yemma.

They didn't need sleep the way humans did, which meant they usually didn't sleep at all. They usually just needed a few hours to reenergize their power cells and do maintenance but since they had been in those machines of Gero's to repair themselves, their so-called infinite power supply seemed to be not so nearly infinite. They were going to need sleep if their bodies were going to finish some of the more miniscule repair work that the tubes hadn't taken care of. If the dreams she had had the night before were all she had to look forward to when she closed her eyes at night, she would rather be just a little bit slower then normal.

"You look like shit." Juuhachi quickly revised her earlier decision at her brother's comment.

"And you look like a cadaver," she said with her arms crossed in front of her.

"My, aren't we in a cheery mood this morning," Juunana said sarcastically. He glanced at the dilapidated couch in the middle of the room, apparently trying to decide if the risk of angering the rodents and other vermin that probably called the thing home was worth being able to sit down. He must have decided against it because he ended up mimicking his twin's pose and leaned against a wall.

Juuhachi took a deep breath before speaking again. She was angry as it was and her annoying twin wasn't helping matters. She had come to a decision when she should have been sleeping and while part of her knew she had to do it, the rest of her was not happy.

"We need to go back to Gero's today," she said. She waited to hear the angry outburst she expected from Juunana.

"We need to WHAT?" he asked, his voice low and controlled. The place didn't exactly bring up warm and fuzzy thoughts in her either but it had to be done.

"I was thinking," she began again.

"Well that explains the way you loo-" she glared at him, daring him to finish what he was saying. Instead he put on a fake innocent look and grinned, "What?"

"I was thinking," she glared at him to make sure he didn't interrupt but he just kept grinning at her to continue. "We used to be human."

"So?"

"Shut up and let me finish." A deep calming breath later, "I don't know about you but I wouldn't mind knowing something about myself before we were changed. Gero probably kept files somewhere." After spending several years in hell for the crimes she had committed she had to admit that she wanted to know if there had ever been a time where she was different.

Juunana opened his mouth to speak but Juuhachi cut him off. "And if you say one thing about refusing to go back there until you need repairs, I'll be more then happy to oblige you." She uncrossed her arms and let them hang at her sides with her hands in fists. She gave him a glare that could probably make flowers wilt. He snapped his mouth shut and glared right back.

He was the first to look away. It had been close though. He turned his head to glare at the wall to his right. He gave a stiff shrug and muttered 'whatever' and that was it. Juuhachi stared at her brother for a few moments longer to make sure he wasn't about to argue with her further. When he showed no more signs of resistance then he did already she decided he must have gotten less sleep then she had thought and turned to leave. Her sensitive hearing picked up Juunana's quiet steps and that was the only way she knew he was behind her.

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It didn't take long for the twins to reach the lab of their late creator. Neither was overly thrilled to be there. Juunana hadn't made any smart-ass comments along the way and it was kind of making Juuhachi nervous. Well, as nervous as she got.

She didn't know it, but Juunana was mostly keeping quiet now because he found her reaction amusing. He knew his sister well enough to tell when something was bothering her. He had to be able to know, since he was usually that something.

When their feet touched the ground, he heard the crunch of rock under his boots. The black over-shirt billowed back a little as he landed. Juuhachi walked ahead as Juunana trailed behind. They seemed to be doing this a lot since they had come back. Juuhachi would be ready to go ahead while he would still be waiting behind. Damn, he must have been out of it if he was getting this symbolic. He rubbed his eyes tiredly and resumed his scowl; this was not going to be his day. He could feel it.

The corridor was dimly lit but their enhanced vision could cut through the shadows easily. The big hole in the wall would have been hard to miss even with normal eyes.

"This is new," Juunana muttered. He shoved his hands into his pant's pockets. He wasn't nervous. Trunks was the most likely person to have done it and he doubted the boy would have stuck around after realizing the place was empty. Besides he hadn't heard anything move yet and the kid would probably jump at the chance to kill them. 'That guy really needs a new hobby,' Juunana-gou couldn't help but to think.

Juuhachi didn't comment, just walked in and looked around. Once again Juunana was left to follow. Something about this was beginning to wear on his nerves. He wrinkled his nose in disgust after he got a good look at the room. Someone hadn't bothered to pay their cleaning bill.

"Empty," his sister's voice came to his ears. He had found a dead rat and had been busy trying to figure out how long it had been lying there. He had also been trying to think of a way of sneaking it into Juuhachi's bed while she was sleeping one night. He hadn't seen what she was doing until now. He looked up to see her going through an old filing cabinet.

"So someone stole all of Gero's old porno?" he asked curiously. He smirked slightly when Juuhachi shot him a dirty look.

"No," she said, the frustration leaking into her voice, "there are files missing and I think they were the ones we needed."

"We?" he asked. "I thought you were the one that wanted to dig into our past."

She closed the drawer with an audible clank. "You're as curious as I am, you just don't want to admit it."

Juunana snorted derisively. "Sure," he muttered and walked out of the room. He didn't care that they had once been human. He may not be going on any killing sprees any time soon but damn it that didn't mean he had to act like those creatures. He left without bothering to see if Juuhachi were following him.

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That night Trunks lay in bed, tossing and turning without any sign of respite. When morning broke he would not remember the horrors that he witnessed tonight. Until dawn came with the blessing of light he would relive the images that flickered behind his eyelids. These weren't the first nightmares he had had with the androids playing key roles. They were the first, however, where they weren't the antagonists. These images weren't his memories. They were merely the imaginings of his brain that had formed from learning things he'd rather never have known. Why should he be forced to feel anything but hate for beings of such evil? It wasn't right.

Trunks cried his last silent tear as a ray of morning light fell across his face. His eyes scrunched briefly at the sudden intrusion before they cracked open. The dreams were already dissolving into the mists of his subconscious.