Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball Z or any of its characters. They belong to Akira Toriyama. I am making no money from this piece of fiction. I only own the story.

Author's Notes: I loved writing this chapter. Inspiration struck and I managed to get it done a head of schedule. Let's just hope that this doesn't mean I have a case of writer's block waiting for me. Hope you like the latest chapter. Remember to review. Constructive criticism is always welcome.

Tomorrow Never Knows

By: Raidne the Silent Siren

Chapter 6

"Give me one reason not to send you back to where you came from." Juunana raised an eyebrow from where he lay. That was the last voice he had been expecting.

"Do I not even get a 'hello' first?" Juunana asked. Chances were Trunks was planning on killing him regardless of how he answered, so why not have some fun with the guy's head. A wordless growl was his only answer. 'Well, someone's got their boxers in a twist,' Juunana thought dryly.

Propping himself up on his elbows he looked in Trunks' direction. This was the first time he had seen him since his return. Letting his gaze slide over the boy, he decided 'boy' wasn't a very accurate term anymore. Trunks stood in front of an open window with the stars as a backdrop. His hair was longer than it used to be and it reached almost below his shoulders. The same angry, hard gaze was fixed on Juunana as it normally was, but something about it just seemed tired. He was still well muscled and Juunana had to suppress the urge to lick his lips.

"What are you doing here?" Trunks growled. His arms were crossed over his chest and Juunana noted absently that he was still wearing the same battered blue Capsule Corporation jacket.

"I thought that was obvious," Juunana answered with no small amount of sarcasm in his voice, "I was sleeping and while I am contemplating of returning to sleep, I'm carrying on a pleasant little conversation with you." He sat up a little more and let the single sheet he was using fall down his chest. He didn't worry about catching it since he was still wearing his jeans.

In the dark, Juunana could still read his expression without a problem and could easily tell that Trunks was becoming more annoyed with every word. For this reason Juunana didn't back up and lean against the wall. He didn't want to be trapped right now. He hated it, but he knew that he didn't stand a chance against Trunks now and escape would be the best way towards survival.

Silently he counted off the pros and cons of the situation in his head. 'Con-It looks like I'm going to die. Again. Pro-I'll at least die with a view,' he eyes moved a little unconsciously over Trunks' body again, 'Con-Trunks now knows that I'm alive. He doesn't seem that surprised that I'm alive.' The last thought brought a pause. Why wasn't Trunks more surprised to see him? This ruined the chances of making a dramatic entrance, damn it.

"Not that I mind that you seem to enjoy my company, but how come you don't seem all that surprised that I'm not longer a decaying corpse?" Juunana asked. He doubted that Yemma had sent a memo ahead of them to warn the world savior that his worst enemies had returned. On second thought, he probably would.

Trunks didn't answer for a moment and it looked like he wouldn't at all, "My father came back too."

If Juunana had heard this before his little stint in hell, he probably wouldn't know who he was talking about. Juunana had been in hell though, and he had met the mighty prince of the saiyans. Thinking back to when they had been returned to their bodies he remembered the dark blur that had attached itself to them as they left. "So the prince hitched a ride on the astral taxi and came home," he mused aloud.

"Why did King Yemma send you back?" Trunks asked. This had probably been eating him alive since he heard.

Juunana considered taunting him for a little while, but changed his mind. It probably wouldn't be beneficial to his health to withhold information right now. "The red bastard said something about it being mostly Gero's fault and we could have a second chance," he paused for a moment, "Personally I'm leaning toward the theory that there was a snag in the paperwork somewhere and this was some sort of loophole so he wouldn't have to deal with it."

Trunks appeared to find this at least partially believable. If Juunana had known that Trunks had met the underworld ruler before, he would have realized that he wasn't the only one who noticed his preoccupation and scorn of paperwork.

"Are you here to keep me company or is there a specific reason behind this visit?" Juunana asked. He propped an elbow on his knee and rested his chin on his hand as he waited to hear if Trunks would answer.

After a very long pause Trunks turned and made as if to leave. His body language screamed just how tense he was right then. Juunana knew it was probably taking all the guy's self control not to blast him then and there. Juunana wasn't exactly known though for using his common sense.

As Trunks turned to leave, Juunana caught sight of his sword. "Isn't the sword a bit of an overkill?" He couldn't help himself. He had suddenly remembered his thoughts from a few days before and he just had to know. He had to know how Trunks had done it.

Trunks turned slightly with his body still facing the window. He regarded the android with a glare. "What?"

Juunana rolled his eyes at the apparent clueless ness of the warrior. "The sword," he began evenly, "you don't seem to need it anymore, so why bother with carrying it around?"

To his great surprise Trunks seemed to be thinking his answer over a little. "It's a reminder." That was all he said and it was made clear that it was all he was getting.

"If you don't mind," Juunana started again, "I've answered some of your questions. Now you can answer some of mine." He ignored the glare that the half saiyan was sending him. He had gotten worse from Juuhachi on many occasions.

"Like what?" Trunks growled out. He was getting very annoyed and he was still turned toward the window as if to leave, but his face was turned in Juunana's direction.

"Where did all that strength come from?" Juunana didn't have to elaborate.

Trunks narrowed his eyes. Neither of them moved for a long moment. Trunks turned away from the window, as if he had come to a decision, and leaned against the wall instead.

"I'll answer your questions if you answer mine," Trunks said. His arms were crossed again and some of his hair was hanging in his face.

Dropping his hand from his face, Juunana leaned back against the headboard, deciding that it was safe to relax since Trunks would have killed him by now if he was going to do it at all. He thought the proposition over for the whole of a second before answering. "I'll think about it," he said, moving on quickly before Trunks could do anything, "So, where did all the power come from?"

"A year's worth of training," came the flat answer.

"Huh?" was Juunana's eloquent reply. His brain would probably blow a few circuits to understand how anyone managed a year's worth of training in a few days' time. He was annoyed to see Trunks' closed off expression. It didn't look like he was going to get an explanation. He was beginning to miss the days when the boy's hatred and rage would be written so clearly in his eyes or in his features.

"What are you going to do now that you're back?" Trunks asked quietly. "I answered your question, now you can answer mine."

"Actually I said I would think about it," Juunana smirked, seeing Trunks starting to get angry. "I also don't consider that much of an answer unless you feel like elaborating a little." He stood up so that he wasn't looking up at Trunks anymore. The other boy's eyes didn't leave him for a second.

"That's all you're getting," Trunks said.

Juunana shrugged and took a few steps forward, "I guess that's fair." He took another step forward and noted how Trunks' eyes narrowed. He could have some fun with this. Juunana turned his eyes to the ceiling as if he were considering something, "What will I do? Hmm. To tell you the truth," he paused to smirk at Trunks, "I haven't the faintest idea."

He heard Trunks growl something uncomplimentary under his breath. He must have been annoyed with his answer. Tough.

"How do I know you're not going to start killing again?" Trunks asked. He must have been fighting the urge to reduce Juunana to the molecular level. Well he would just have to rattle him a little and maybe he would forget.

Juunana took another step forward and saw him visibly tense up. "Would you believe any thing that I had to say?" he asked. One more step and they would be nearly touching. He could feel the heat radiating from the other's body and was a bit surprised at the effect it seemed to be having on him. It felt oddly good, murderous glare aside. He catalogued the changes it brought in him and shoved them to the back of his mind to decipher later.

"Why should I?" Trunks asked. His eyes still trained distrustfully on him.

"Then why ask?" Before the other could respond he went on, "How do I know you won't try to kill me anyway?" He took the last step closer and when Trunks seemed too surprised by the move to push him away he spoke again. "After all, neither of us has any reason to trust one another." His bare chest just brushed against Trunks'.

He then leaned forward and let his lips brush against his. It was a light touch and hardly more than a brush of skin. "You could kill me at any time," he reminded Trunks, without lifting his face or his mouth, which resulted in another light brush of skin on skin. Trunks suddenly gasped as if the situation he was in had just hit him. When he did so, Juunana felt the shift of air on his face. It was far to tempting to just lean in the rest of the way and deepen the kiss. He was only crazy though, not suicidal.

Trunks suddenly made a noise, that sounded suspiciously like a squeak, and was gone. Juunana blinked at the now vacant spot in front of him. Damn. Granted it was fun to shock him that easily, but it took the fun out of messing with his head when he just left before Juunana could get more of a reaction out of him.

'Well,' Juunana thought with a sudden smirk, 'there's always next time.'

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Trunks sat numbly in the center of his bed. His hands rested on his knees as he stared at the wall across from him. He had just gotten home an hour before. It had been a very short trip home. He couldn't think of any time he had flown that fast while fighting the androids or Cell. He knew he had never been this confused before. When he had gotten home he had climbed in through his bedroom window so as not to alert his parents to his late night trip. He certainly wasn't up to trying to explain what he had been doing. He had only paused long enough to shed his sword and jacket before collapsing onto his bed, boots and all. He had hoped to lose himself in the oblivion of sleep but after a while he had realized it wasn't to be. Now all he could do was sit on his bed and do his best not to think about what had happened. It wasn't working out the way he wanted.

'Why did he do that?' Trunks thought forlornly to himself. The android was probably just playing with him. They were incapable of any real emotion after all. Unfortunately for him, Trunks had no such luxury. Right now he had more emotions than he could name swirling through him and he had no way to sort through them all.

He wished he had just blasted the android the second he had realized it was him in that damn apartment. He hadn't been able to bring himself to kill someone while they were sleeping. Then he had been to surprised by the realization that the android was having a nightmare to do it. He hadn't even known they could have nightmares. Trunks had recovered quickly. He was in control of himself when Juunana-gou had woken up. Then he only wanted answers. At first during the questioning he had expected the other one to show up at any second, since they were usually together. He wasn't sure what it meant that they had been uninterrupted.

Then there was the kiss. When Trunks had felt his lips on his, he had felt warmth shoot through his body and a weird feeling had filled his stomach. He hadn't known what to do. He had frozen and that fact alone terrified him. Juunana-gou might not have known it, but he could have killed him easily in that moment, and he wouldn't have reacted. The moment his senses had begun to come back to him the only thought that could take root in his brain was to flee. He was ashamed of how he handled it. He should have shoved the android away and done something, not freezing and running away.

Trunks pulled his knees up to his chest and did his best not to think at all.

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Bulma balanced on the edge of her computer chair with her tongue poking out of the side of her mouth and a look of pure determination on her face. She was so close. All she had she had to do was join these two wires and make a few more adjustments and she would be finished. The object of all this attention was a small black box sitting on the table in front of her. With a final twist of her wrist, she collapsed back into her chair with a triumphant sigh.

She smiled down at the deactivation switch with the air of a warrior returning from battle victorious. She just had to make a few minor adjustments and close up the metal casing. If the androids tried anything now, she was ready.

A grumble from the region of her stomach interrupted her musings, angrily reminding her that she had forgone breakfast that morning. It wasn't the first time she hadn't bothered to eat so she could put in a few hours of work on her most recent project. She pushed her chair back and walked out of the lab and down the hall so she could grab a sandwich. She really needed to get around to putting a refrigerator in her laboratory so she could work straight through without having to stop when she needed food.

After fixing a ham and cheese sandwich, Bulma looked out the window to watch her mate and son sparring in the yard. She scowled when she saw the trenches that had been ripped through her lawn, most likely from ki attacks. She was going to have to have a word with Vegeta about that.

She watched as Trunks charged his father just to be swatted aside a moment later. She didn't know much about fighting, but someone couldn't spend as much time with her friends as she had not to pick up a few things. She knew enough, at least, to know that Trunks' mind wasn't completely in the fight. She watched as Vegeta berated their son; she had a pretty good idea about what.

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"Juunana," Juuhachi-gou said in her usual monotone. Her brother was lying on the sofa she had brought in earlier that day and was apparently counting the cracks in the ceiling. Every so often he paused to throw a small energy blast into a corner. A charred rat corpse could be found after every toss. "If you could pause long enough in your genocide of the rodent population, we need to discuss something."

Juunana glanced at his sister. In a bored tone, he said, "What?"

"We have to decide what we're going to do," Juuhachi began. She watched him for a reaction. He had been acting oddly since he had come back this morning. She wasn't sure where he had been, hadn't asked, hadn't checked her sensors to find his location, and frankly had no real desire to find out where he had been. She had been thinking about how they were supposed to handle their second shot at life and had decided it was time to come to a decision.

"About what?" his eyes narrowed suspiciously.

Juuhachi let out an exasperated sigh at the apparent ignorance of brothers. "'About what?'" she mimicked. "About what we're going to do to combat air pollution. What do you think? About how we are going to handle our return. We can't just sit around here all the time, scurrying around in the shadows just long enough to get what we need."

"You mean a come-back tour?" his eyes glinted dangerously and his lips curled into his old cruel smirk. From the look on his face she knew he was already planning just how to go about it and still manage to give Yemma the finger, from a safe distance.

"No," she said firmly. Juunana suddenly looked like a little boy whose puppy had just been hit by a car. "I was thinking of something a little less harmful to our sanity," she did not feel like going back to hell, "and might help us out when we die again."

Juunana opened his mouth with the clear intention of arguing the possibility of being killed again, but she cut him off, "You will listen to me before you say one more word." She stood over him and crossed her arms, unleashing the full force of her glare on him. For some reason he seemed amused but she didn't question it since, for once, he was quiet.

"We already helped one village and I thought we should try to stick with that. The secluded areas where we get our news would be good spots to consider." She smirked suddenly, "It's not like it would hurt your reputation either, since most of those people still think the news of our deaths is new."

Juunana scowled at his sister, all traces of amusement gone. He opened his mouth to speak again but Juuhachi uncrossed her arms and held up one finger for silence. "I'm not finished yet."

After glaring at her for a moment, Juunana backed down and put his hands behind his head. "I don't want to go back to hell," she said, looking her brother in the face, "so no killing. I don't care how tempting it is. Don't do it."

Not removing his eyes from her face, Juunana moved one hand to the side, pointing straight out, and let a thin, low powered energy beam loose from his fingertip. The beam went behind her and she didn't flinch when it missed her leg by mere inches. She also didn't turn to see what he hit since she already knew.

"Rats, humans, it's just one pest being traded in for another," he said. He rested his head back onto his hands and looked up at the ceiling. Juuhachi took it as the backhanded agreement not to kill the neighbors that it was. Maybe it was more like he would kill the neighbors instead of the few scattered humans, since the rats probably were the closest thing they had in the sense of neighbors. Now she just had to convince him volunteer work would look good on his record.

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Chichi closed the door to her air car with her hip and steadily made her way into her home, with a bag of groceries in each arm. Sitting one of the bags on the ground long enough to open the door she went inside. She put away the food, one item at a time.

The house was quiet around her. It has been for years now and she has grown steadily used to it. She was all alone now. After Gokou had gone, Gohan had been there even if he did spend most of his time in training. After Gohan went, her father was the one that was there for her. Now he was gone also. Old age had claimed the Ox King a year before.

After she put up her groceries, she looked through the cabinets for an idea of what she should have for dinner. Now that she was completely on her own, she only fixed small meals that were meant for one person. She could always call Bulma and Trunks and invite them over for dinner.

Chichi and the other woman had been more of acquaintances through their mutual affection, in their own ways, for Gokou. After both had lost their husbands or mates, whatever the case may be, they had started to build a tentative friendship. Sometimes they would have dinner together as a way of fighting off the loneliness they felt. They had more in common now than they had before. Both had lost men they loved and since the Ox King's death, both had lost their parents. Dr. Briefs had passed away a year after the androids' attacks had begun and her mother had been taken by disease two years before.

Sighing, Chichi walked to the phone. She hadn't spoken to Bulma in a month and decided it was time she had some human contact. Dialing the number she waited for an answer. She tapped a finger against the table top as she waited for an answer. She frowned as no one picked up. 'Bulma really needs to get a phone in that lab of hers,' Chichi thought to herself as she considered hanging up.

Before she could put the receiver back on its hook someone picked up, someone that she had never thought to hear from again. "Hello," said a gruff voice.

Chichi's hand stilled and her eyes widened. She didn't even realize that she was no longer gripping the phone until it had slid from her numb fingers. When she heard it clatter loudly to the ground she jumped slightly. She released a breath she didn't know she had been holding. Shakily she bent down and picked up the phone and reset it. She moved into the living room to sit on the couch without really paying attention to her surroundings or what she was doing.

After she sat down on the couch, she just stared forward. Her mind was no longer in the living room of her small home. 'How could Vegeta be back? Could that have been…,' she didn't finish the thought since she knew it was him. Chichi brought her hands to her face and the tears began to fall.

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"Who was on the phone?"

Vegeta placed the receiver back on the hook. "No one apparently."

Bulma tilted her head to the side. That was weird. Most people hadn't had their phones restored yet and didn't have the time for prank calls. She shook it off, not wanting to think about it and unable to form an explanation for it.

She looked her mate over for a moment. Vegeta had just come in from sparring with Trunks and had a towel around his neck. Thinking about them sparring she remembered what she wanted to have a word with him about. Summoning a stern glare she said, "I would appreciate it if you two would not kill my yard with your antics."

"My antics?" Vegeta said with a incredulous look. "Woman, you have spent to much time ordering the boy around. I am not your child to be spoken down to."

Bulma narrowed her eyes, "Not that it did me any good. He has too much of you in him to listen to me all the time."

"Speaking of the boy, he's gone upstairs and probably won't be down for a few hours," Vegeta said with a smirk. His tail swayed slightly behind him.

Bulma was sure she was wearing an answering smirk.

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Trunks sat down stiffly in his desk chair. He didn't want to dirty his bed covers by sitting on the bed. He had been really off his game today and had managed to acquire several new bruises and a rather impressive amount of dirt in his clothes and hair. When his father had finally called it quits for the night all the older man had done was scowl and walk inside. Trunks felt horrible, injuries aside. More then just his body had been injured, his pride had taken an impressive beating also.

He didn't want to think about his failure but all that left was the 'incident', as he had come to think of it. He really didn't feel like focusing on Juunana-gou's icy blue eyes and the feel of his lips against his. It was far to dangerous to. He could not trust the android and if he let himself drop his guard even for a second it could cost him more than he could afford to lose.

Wiping his sweaty face with a towel that he had grabbed on his way in, he let out a dejected sigh. Why couldn't things get easier? He had defeated two of the worst murderers that the Earth had ever seen and now, when he finally gets his father back, things have to go and be turned upside down.