Gomen nasai! It's been a looooooong time. School, and I've been working on my original story, and drawing, and have you read Ceres, Celestial Legend? It has some VERY hot guys. I love Aki! Fushigi Yugi 12 just came out! NAKAGO KISSED TAMAHOME!!!! He's so weird...and I'm watching the Android/Cell saga for the first time. WOW, Vegeta has a sweet ass! Meow!

These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase

-Evanescence

Lightening and thunder crashed midst the rain. A small boy, no more than seven ran to the door to block the exit.

"Trunks, NO!" The boy did not heed his mother's plead.

"Take me with you Daddy! Don't leave me!" Tears ran down the boy's cheeks as he tugged on his father's gi. The man snarled.

"Do you know what I hate most about this world woman? HIM!" A white gloved finger came down to point squarely at the boy's nose.

"Move!" He ordered.

"No Daddy, I won't move! I won't let you leave! I-I'll...I'll fight you!" He took a fighting stance and his hair turned blonde.

"Very well."

"NO TRUNKS! MOVE! TRU-AAAAAAHHHHHH!!" The child coughed and spit up slightly as a fist plowed into his stomach, rendering him weak. The Prince picked up the boy by his collar and handed him to his mother growling,

"This is your child. I want nothing to do with him." He walked out the door and escaped into the black clouds. The woman collapsed beside her son. The boy struggled to his knees. He looked over at his unconscious mother. Anger and hatred boiled inside him.

"I hate you Dad, I'll never forgive you."

"I hate you Dad, I hate you. I didn't forgive you then and I won't ever."

"What are you talking about Trunks?" Pan placed a hand on his shoulder. Trunks shrugged it off.

"He left without explaining, he left Mother with a sickness; he left planting hatred inside me. At least he said good-bye." Trunks chuckled oddly. "Some good-bye. I always though he had loved us, even a little. I was wrong, terribly wrong."

"Trunks, what are you talking about?"

"That's right, you don't know Pan. You damn lucky innocent. You're dad loves you, he's kind to you, well guess what? My dad wasn't. He left us. He left me and Mother alone for five years. He's the reason Mother gets sick. He's almost killed her twice."

"He left you?" Pan gasped. "But you're dad isn't like that Trunks, he would never do that!"

"He's changed a lot since you've known him. On the outside. But deep down he's still the same cold bastard. I hate him. He left us to chase a stupid vision. A stupid vision that I inherited."

"What vision? Tell me Trunks, I want to help you!"

"Huh, you really want to know?" Trunks looked at her straight in the eye. His hand came up and he smacked himself.

"Trunks! Trunks what's wrong?"

"Nothing, I'm fine Pan."

"No you're not!"

"What are you talking about?"

"You were talking about your dad and how you hate him and—"

"I love my dad!" Trunks contradicted.

"—and that he left you and your mom for five years!" Pan finished.

"That's true." Trunks sighed. "He did." Pan was silent for a moment.

"How come you never told me?"

"I don't know, it's just a very sensitive topic, I don't like talking about it."

"You need to. You can be calm and happy, but there are emotions about that piling up inside you that you need to take care of, you can't let them build."

"Maybe you're right Pan." said Trunks.

"I'm always here when you need me."

"I know. I'm sorry, let's go back to sleep." Pan nodded and lay back down with him, resting her head on his chest. She was soon breathing deeply. Trunks found his mind back on his dream. He had not dreamed about that night for years, since he was twelve. After he and his father had come to a treaty and begun to heal, he stopped having the dreams. It was unusual that that particular dream would surface. Infact, the past weeks had been extremely uncomfortable. He felt...weird. He kept having flashbacks from the most memorable moments in the five years his father had been gone. On Goku's birthday, he had woken thinking he was seven years old again. And just now, he had had that same feeling. Except that this was different. He felt the anger and hatred that built up during those five years just as he had the night Vegeta returned. With one difference. He knew that he was thirty-three, had a wife and two sons. He knew everything that was going on. Only with immense hatred for his father. As he continued to think, Vegeta's face swam before him and as much a he tried, Trunks could not stop anger from building within. It was half past one before Trunks was able to sleep.

Trunks sat upright and glanced at his clock. It said 3:17 a.m. He had an aching feeling inside and did not know why. It was mixed in with nervousness, anxiety, and an ominous warning. Ch'rek loomed ever nearer. He came with warriors far stronger than Trunks. Then, a question wiggled into Trunks's mind. What was Ch'rek's motivation? Trunks had done nothing, he was not even a full blooded Saiyan. So why? He lay back down into the pillow. 'Why' is a powerful question.

The prospect of a baby intrigued Vegeta and Goku so much that the question 'where do babies come from' leapt from Goku's mouth. Vegeta punched him. 'For his idiocy' he mumbled to Pan. To Trunks, it was like watching him and his family from outside his body. They were so happy. Trunks would be there to, laughing and spouting out various names, if the events since Goku's birthday had not happened. So instead he stood in the corner, observing them through his blue eyes.

"Dad!" Vegeta said forcefully. Trunks emerged abruptly from his thoughts.

"What about Bulma?" Goku asked, a wide grin on his face.

"For what?" said Trunks, dazed.

"To name the baby!" said Vegeta, annoyed.

"Oh, I'm not sure how Mom would feel. To Dad, it's an honor, but Mom likes being the only Bulma in the family. I'll ask though." Trunks forced a smile. "Why don't you go help your mother think of other good names?"

"Trunks, do you know where Vegeta is?" Pan asked anxiously.

"No, why?"

"I haven't been able to find him for six hours." Trunks jumped up from where he was sitting.

"Six hours!? I'll call my dad, don't notify the police yet." Trunks snatched the phone up from its holder but before he could dial it rang.

"Hello?" said Trunks hurriedly. It was Vegeta who answered.

"Trunks it-"

"Dad!" Trunks cut him off, "Do you know where Vegeta is?"

"Yes, he's with me. Listen Trunks-" Trunks interrupted again.

"Well, where are you?" Pan sank into a chair with relief.

"We're at the hos-"

"Why is he with you? He came over to train, didn't he?"

"Yes but-"

"Let me speak to him!" Trunks demanded.

"No! Brat, listen! We are at the hospital. Bulma..." For once Vegeta's words failed him. Trunks did not need him to finish. He hung up.

"Pan," he said quietly, "go get Goku. My mother...she's in the hospital."

"Oh, Trunks..." she breathed.

"Go get Goku." Trunks repeated.

"I'm here Dad." said Goku, stepping through the door. No words were spoken while Goku searched for the energy signals of his brother and Vegeta.