By this time, the young man with lavender hair was done training. He descended into a hidden cellar, which had gone dark and damp over time. Thirteen doors stood before him. Only one was real and led to his home underground. He groaned in frustration. "I can't remember… I'm too tired." He settled for knocking on each of the doors to hear which one was hollow. A door opened by itself and a young man with straw-blonde hair walked out.
"Hello, Trunks," the second man said. Trunks gave a nod, "'Lo, Seymour."
"Could you fetch me some fresh water? I need it for my hair, of course," the straw-blonde explained. "You can't keep it this luscious without the right water!" Trunks was too tired to react – he just waved good-bye and went in.
He passed huddled groups of humans on his way. They glanced at him – he didn't look back. He heard a few hushed words. "Did you hear about that girl and her brother? They haven't come back! It's been about 4 hours, that their parents knew!" A pale old lady said in one of them, to many other ladies. He was slightly concerned, but paid no more mind.
He sighed, and pushed open another door after walking through many corners. He knew what he was going to hear. "Trunks! You had me so worried!." Bulma glared at him. He only looked at her apologetically. He knew all too well how much pain he caused her every time he came home late – she lectured him about it all the time. There was a defeated and tired look in her eyes that she was sure wasn't there when Vegeta, his deceased father, was still alive. But hiding and mourning wouldn't solve anything. He tried to tell his mom this when he would go out to train. It's obviously never worked. Trunks gorged his dinner and guzzled his water down while Bulma talked about the daily news. It was usually about deaths, so hearing about it during dinner was difficult.
"And I'm sorry for you," Bulma said to one of the women sitting around the table. She looked like she had once been one of the beauties of the world once before, but now she looked stressed out and just plain tired. "I don't know where Skye or Shogo are… They left a day ago to find food. But they still haven't come back…. I had to make the food today and yesterday." She sighed. "I hope they're alright… I mean, they're all we have."
Bulma nodded, "Yes, I'd be devastated if I lost my Trunks like you lost both of your children." She said sympathetically.
Skye… isn't she the cook? Trunks thought, he remembered seeing a cook around some of the time, but didn't know if this was the person they thought it was.
Skye was hiding inside a house with her dead brother. It was night already, but she dared not use any source of light. She propped the body of her brother against the wall and then rested beside him. She could make out his outline by the light of the crescent moon. He only looked like he was sleeping. The blood wasn't even visible. "Oni-chan… she sobbed quietly. "I'm sorry… what am I going to tell Mom and Dad? We were supposed to look out for each other. You saved me but I couldn't save you. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry…" It was probably because she was just tired, but she thought that if he realized how sorry she was, he'd come back to life and everything would be okay again. Dawn was visible from the broken window. She started to drag his corpse back home while cursing their fates.