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Author's Notes: I've got Chapter 8 out! Yay!

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Tomorrow Never Knows

By Raidne the Silent Siren

Chapter 8

Vegeta walked into the kitchen and slammed the door behind him. This was his usual entrance so it didn't warrant any large amount of attention. The renewed air of confidence and smug grin though would have turned a few heads. He let his gaze slide over the kitchen and was faintly annoyed to find it empty.

He just killed his own murderer and there wasn't even anyone here to fix him a victory meal. Where was that damn woman anyway?

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Bulma tapped away at her computer affectively loosing herself in the schematics that ran across the screen. Since so many of the remaining humans now lived in villages or cropped together in the abandoned cities, she had been trying to think of some ways to improve on the food supply that hadn't been all that stable in years. She had recently thought of an idea for making a capsulated greenhouse that ran off of hydroponics for the villages that had a stable water supply. She was still working out the kinks to fix it to be used in the cities where clean water wasn't always easy to come by.

She had always been someone to use her anger up relatively quickly. She would usually scream at the unfortunate person or object that had invoked her wrath or would throw something. In the past years what anger she felt tended to last longer and be much harder to get rid of. Living under constant threat of attack had not been good on her nerves. It had on the other hand forced to her to become more creative and put all that energy to more interesting uses. She would still scream and throw things but she had matured. If it hadn't been for these changes she probably never would have taken on the task of creating something so much larger than her other projects such as the time machine. Now all that pent up anger was being put to use again. She had done her appropriate screaming and throwing, the broken flasks laying on the tiled floor were testament to that, and she still couldn't sit still.

Chichi's shouts were still echoing in her ears. She glared at the screen as she worked out possible blueprints and tried to concentrate on the numbers and designs in an attempt to block out the memory of the argument. It had been more than an argument and she knew it. One of the few friendships she still had had just ended in angry, bitter words.

When they had first met neither of them had tried to form a friendship. When Chichi had married Son, neither had really ever gone out of her way to get to know the other. When Trunks was born Bulma had often over heard the whispers from the ones that still couldn't trust Vegeta for what he had done when he had come to earth. She had always known that Chichi hadn't trusted Vegeta. In the beginning even Bulma had held on to her doubts on whether or not he had changed. But when Gokou had died Bulma had started to make the first attempt in years to get to know the other woman. When Vegeta had died Chichi had been the first person to come over. When they were finally the last of the original group they had started to be friends. In the back of her mind Bulma had known that Gokou would have been happy that they were there for each other, but knowing him he probably hadn't ever picked up on the fact that they weren't friends to begin with.

Part of the problem with them getting along in the first place was that Bulma had never been able to understand why Chichi had put up such a fight to keep Gohan from training when he was younger. The world was in danger after all. Then as the androids continued to kill and slaughter and she noticed her son's own violent reaction to it, she had wanted to stop him with every fiber of her being from going out and fighting. That's when she began to understand why Chichi hadn't wanted Gohan out there. She had wanted her baby boy out of danger and, as a mother, Bulma could relate.

In a fit of anger she slammed her fists against the desk that her computer sat on. It hurt. Tears stung her eyes but she wasn't going to let a damn drop fall. She was as stubborn as her mate was.

She sat very still in her chair until she had regained control of herself.

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Trunks hurried into his usual clothes and left his bedroom. His father was down stairs and he thought he had felt his ki rise earlier as if he had gone super. He had been half a sleep at the time so it hadn't really registered at first. Now he was awake and heading for the kitchen. He was a saiyan and needed something to eat.

He walked into the kitchen and saw his mom leaning against the counter sipping some coffee. Trunks wasn't sure but he thought her eyes looked a little red. His father was sitting at the table with a plate in front of him. The amount of food he was consuming was enough to make some people cringe. Trunks looked over to the stove and saw more food still sitting out. He went over and made himself a plate. He noticed absently that the majority of it was meat. It wasn't the kind of thing his mom would have cooked normally. Could Vegeta cook? Trunks decided he didn't really want to know. He sat down at the table with his plate and looked uneasily between his parents.

"So how was your day?" he asked no one in particular.

His mother shrugged and his dad grunted something about the androids. Trunks gave him a startled look and waited for him to elaborate.

"You have one less android to concern yourself with," Vegeta said before taking another bit of his lunch.

Trunks heard the crash and clatter of glass. He turned quickly to see his mother bending down to clean up the broken remains of her coffee mug. He left his seat to get her a washcloth to clean up the mess.

"What happened?" Trunks asked quietly as he bent to help Bulma.

Vegeta shrugged, "We fought. They lost." He smirked, "I had been wanting to do that for years."

After Trunks had helped his mother clean up, without any help from Vegeta, he sat back down at the table and ate the rest of his lunch in silence. He shot Bulma a few glances every so often but she looked like she was thinking about something because she kept frowning and staring at the tiles. Vegeta didn't attempt to break the silence once while they ate.

After Trunks finished eating he put away his dishes, there weren't any leftovers to throw out, and left the house. He told his parents that he was going out but he had his doubts that they had heard a word he had said.

When he took to the air Trunks didn't put much thought behind where he was going. He tried not to think of how he wished he had asked his father which of the androids he had managed to get. It shouldn't matter to him which of them had died first. Both would have to go eventually to protect what remained of the Earth. After the incident though he still had some questions floating around his head that he would have liked answered.

'I have to know,' Trunks thought to himself. He tried to remember when he had picked up on his father's ki. He adjusted his flight accordingly. He was now heading in the direction where he had detected Vegeta's raised ki.

He turned his mind off to any of the thoughts that were nagging at his mind as he flew. These were things he did not want to consider and so did his best to ignore them for a while.

He hadn't needed his extra sense to tell him where to find the battle site. His eyes would have sufficed. He was already beginning to see the edges of the destruction. Vegeta had wanted to make sure that his opponent had been dead. He went deeper into the center of the city. When he finally found a body he nearly flew over without slowing. It took a few minutes for his mind to process what he had seen and he flew back.

He landed lightly next to the person on the ground. His descent didn't even stir the ink black hairs lying around the figure's head. The person was lying on their stomach and their hair obscured what other features would be visible. Trunks knew without turning him over that the person lying on the ground was Juunana-gou. Juunana-gou was dressed in darker clothing than Trunks was used to seeing him in and he realized that subconsciously he had been keeping an eye out for a brightly colored bandanna.

Bending his knees, Trunks sat on the balls of his feet casting a wary eye over the android in front of him. He still expected him to sit up and cry that it was joke and pummel in like he would have years ago. He didn't. He didn't look like he could or would be able to for a long time. Trunks wasn't even particularly sure that the android wasn't dead yet. The smell of blood was thick in the air. Do androids have pulses? He was saved from finding out by a ragged gasp for breath from Juunana-gou's throat. Trunks tensed. He had to stop himself from reaching unconsciously for the sword that he wasn't wearing. He had always worn it while facing the androids and he hadn't carried it much after they were dead. Now it seemed odd not to have it at hand even if he didn't need it anymore.

Juunana-gou didn't move or make a sound again. Warily, Trunks reached out to turn him over. He paused when he felt the back of his shirt. He had smelled the blood but no wounds had been visible at the time. The black shirt under his fingers was tacky with dried blood. He wondered how many more wounds the dark clothing hid. He didn't pause again as he turned the android over.

There were minor cuts on his face but there were obviously worse injuries from the scent of the blood in the air and the evidence was on his hand from the brief touch to Juunana-gou's back. Seeing the half dead android brought back many memories. He could remember every time he had been left to die in a puddle of his own blood and every time he had passed out from the pain of his injuries in the remains of the wall he had just been thrown through. He powered up a ki blast in his hand. It wouldn't take much more to end this right now. He hesitated. Juunana-gou was completely defenseless like this. His father could have done it but he wasn't Vegeta.

He let the gathered ki dissipate. He could just leave him but that would make him no better than them. He couldn't let him live either. He would be far too dangerous once he healed. If he could heal that is. A treacherous little voice in the back of his head whispered, 'He hasn't killed anyone since returning.' Trunks replied, 'That we know of.' To Trunks' chagrin the voice replied, 'When have they ever not made a show of what they were up to?' Trunks' frown deepened. He looked down at the half dead android again. Damn, he didn't want to help him in anyway.

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Bulma looked out the window of the kitchen. The sky was dark but it didn't look like it was going to rain. It may have just been her mood that was making everything seem just a little bit darker, just a little bit sharper than normal. She turned when she heard the clatter of plates into the sink. Vegeta was putting the dishes he had eaten off of in the sink. She'd have to get to those later.

Vegeta was turning to leave the kitchen. He was probably going to the gravity room. He hadn't used it much since he had gotten back but mostly because he had been to busy trying to find out how strong Trunks was.

"Trunks is a good boy," Bulma spoke before realizing that she had meant to. "He's spent the down time since defeating the androids and Cell trying to help rebuild. He visits some of the villages and groups that have cropped up over the years."

Vegeta had stopped walking and was now standing and the doorway. He looked at her quietly. The look on his face said he already had a pretty good idea of what she was leading up to. He had been expecting this the minute she realized that he had been to hell.

"You could join him someti-"

"No," he cut her off.

He didn't say anything else and she just watched as he left the room.

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When Juunana felt the first pains of consciousness, he wished he could knock himself out again. The first conscious thought he had was 'I hate Vegeta. I really hate Vegeta.' Slowly, very slowly, he opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling overhead. His forehead wrinkled a little in confusion. Since when had there been a ceiling there? He unconsciously dug his fingers into the ground under him and wasn't that surprised to find that instead of scrapping his fingers against dirt and gravel he buried them into the sheet and mattress that he was lying on. He blinked a few times to clear his head as he tried to come fully alert. Severe injuries tended to dull the senses as a sort of defense. He was trying to let the pain dull but still bring his mind back up to speed. His body must have already been hard at work trying to repair itself while he had been out cold, otherwise he doubted he could have pulled off this relatively small function.

As his senses finally came to life and his mind start to clear he looked around the room. He was in his apartment, not the one that he shared with Juuhachi. He was lying on the bed still fully clothed and on top of the sheets. Juunana was surprised to see Trunks leaning against a nearby wall. He didn't show it. He kept his face neutrally blank as he watched for a moment to see what the other was going to do. Trunks just stared at him from cold eyes. He wasn't letting anything that he was feeling or thinking show on his face either. When it became clear that he wasn't going to do anything, Juunana, becoming annoyed, spoke.

"Do you plan on making a habit of this? If so I should really invest in some sort of security system." He could see anger creeping into Trunks eyes while his own face stayed completely blank.

Trunks remained silent.

"It is really quite rude to just enter someone's residence without their permission. I think that's called breaking and entering."

"Why?" Trunks voice was so quite he wouldn't have heard him if it wasn't for his enhanced senses.

"'Why' what?" Juunana asked keeping his tone bored. He was getting annoyed with this. He had just gotten the shit beaten out of him and would rather lick his wounds in private but it didn't look like that was about to happen. To bad he wouldn't be able to talk Trunks into licking them for him. It was also getting to him how he couldn't seem to raise himself up just yet without feeling dizzy.

He wasn't sure what the hell Trunks was asking him about either. "Do you want to know why I'm alive? I've already told you what I know. Unless of course you want to know how I survived your father. Do you want to know why I did the shit I did last time round? I'm sure you're curious as to why. Or," he let his gaze drop deliberately to Trunks lips, "do you mean something more personal?" He smirked when he saw Trunks blush slightly before he managed to catch himself. Juunana continued to smirk.

Trunks looked at the floor for a moment to calm himself before he looked back up to meet his eyes. Juunana could tell now that Trunks was uncomfortable in his presence. Trunks just wasn't as good at hiding his emotions as he was. Hell, half the time Juunana was thoroughly convinced that he didn't have emotions so there really wasn't much to hide. Trunks was very human and the type of person who made a habit of acting on his emotions. He basically sucked at this game.

"Why did you-" Trunks began to ask but broke off suddenly looking ill.

Juunana chuckled a little and managed to sit up a little straighter. This just kept getting better and better. "I guess this answers the question on whether it was good for you too."

Trunks flinched. Obviously he wasn't taking this situation well. Juunana continued to smirk and let his amusement at the situation show. He wasn't scared of Trunks. That much was decided. When he had first come back he had been uneasy about running into him considering this was the guy that had killed him. Right now it was hard to be afraid of a guy who was acting like a nervous teenager who had just received his first kiss. Juunana's eyes widened a fraction at that thought. No way. Trunks was somewhere in his twenties now. Granted he knew the kid hadn't had much chance to be around anyone his own age when he was a teenager but after his death he surely had some free time. 'Well, one way to find out,' Juunana thought with an evil smirk.

"I bet you're still virgin," Juunana remarked trying not to laugh too hard and shaking his head in mock shame. The look on Trunks' face was pure murder now.

"That would be none of your business," Trunks gritted out between his teeth.

Juunana studied his reaction closely. He knew there was no way in hell that Trunks would actually share such personal information with him of all people. He had been expecting a blush to give proof to his new suspicions but Trunks' reaction looked more like offended pride. Juunana gave a shrug. 'I wonder if he freaks this bad every time someone comes on to him?' He propped himself up against his headboard and watched Trunks glare at him. 'Probably not considering most people would probably leave him alone afterwards. Then he would never have gotten the chance to get laid in the first place.' Juunana would rather egg him on further and see how much it took before Trunks had a nervous breakdown or his control broke.

"Why are you still here?" Juunana asked, slightly curious. What he really wanted to ask was 'Why the hell am I still alive' but that seemed too much like admitting a weakness for him.

Trunks had another one of his pauses where he just stared ahead. That was getting very annoying. Juunana was beginning to wonder if he was going to have to do something else that would shock him out of his silence. He tried to figure out just how sturdy his legs were at the moment. He'd be damned, again, if he was going to trip on his own feet. The idea of an audience just made him more cautious. He wasn't sure if Trunks would peel him off the floor nor did he want to find out through experimentation.

Trunks suddenly turned to the window to leave, his pale hair moving with the suddenness of his movement.

"And here I was just beginning to enjoy the pleasure of your company," Juunana called after him. He laughed at Trunks' retreating back. He stopped immediately but still wore a smirk.

He looked at the window before letting his gaze slide to the door. It was probably time for him to get on his way also. His smirk dropped as he took in the distance between the bed and the door. He didn't even want to think of how he had neglected the rest of the apartment and wasn't even sure on the exact direction the front door was in.

'Well this should be fun,' he thought as he slid his feet to the floor.

Eventually, through grunts of annoyance and pain and broken streams of curses, he made it out to the street. Of course he had had to choose an apartment on the eighth floor! If he had had the energy for it he would have flown away but not before blasting the entire district to ash to release some frustration.

He looked up at the sky ready to tell Yemma exactly what he thought of him when saw something moving out of the side of his eye. He turned suspiciously to see what could possibly be happening now. With his luck it was Vegeta coming for Round 2. His eyes zoomed in on blonde hair. He immediately tensed. 'I think I would have preferred Vegeta.'

Juuhachi landed two feet away from him. She took in his bloodied and bruised appearance with a raised eyebrow.

"You look like shit." Her voice didn't change and neither did her expression.

"I ran into Vegeta," he paused for a second before raising his own eyebrow at his sister, "And your excuse would be?"

She ignored him of course. She was remarkably good at it and probably the only person alive or dead who ever succeeded at such a feat.

"How did you run into Vegeta?" she asked with a bored tone that most people couldn't manage when they were talking about running into people that were supposed to be dead.

"Think back to our grand escape. The little runt hitched a ride," Juunana said with a dismissive wave of a hand. If a casual observer could ignore his injuries and ruined clothing they would have thought he was talking about something as minor as sending back a wrong order in a restaurant.

"I take it he wasn't happy to see you," Juuhachi said with a lift of her lips.

"He was a little displeased," Juunana said.

Juuhachi looked him over again. "Can you fly?"

He gave her a look, "If I could have flown would-"

"Never mind," she cut in. She glared at him while she walked over to put his arm over her shoulders. "We're going to have to get you into Gero's hibernation tubes so I don't have to lug you're sorry ass around for the next week."

"I feel so loved," Juunana muttered as they took off. He was sure she rolled eyes but couldn't prove anything. Call him crazy but he had the feeling she wasn't going to let him live this one down.