Hey! yes I'm back and I'm not dead.. sry for all yall who read mah last story and yes I'm going to eventually finish it, but I'm at the block and I know where I want to go with it I just don't know how to get there.. so that might take awhile.. so while I'm workin on that I wrote soemthing else.. so plz plz plz plz review! Luv ya

Chapter 1

"Mama, what's wrong?" a pair of blue eyes widened at their mother's distress. Matching blue eyes looked down at a small boy.

"Nothing, sweetheart. Momma just had something in her eye," a young woman smiled brushing away her tears. "Come sit in Momma's lap."

The small boy eagerly crawled onto his mother's lap resting his head against her breast. She smiled lovingly down at her small son and brushed his soft lavender hair out of his face.

"You're going to need another haircut again, Trunks."

The boy stuck his tongue out and wrinkled his nose in disgust, "Ugh! Why do I always have to get my haircut? Goten never does. His hair is always everywhere, and his mom never does nothing about it!"

"Well, his hair is different from yours, silly. Plus I know for a fact that his mother tried to once, but he cried so much she finally gave up. She just said he wasn't big enough, not like you, of course," she smiled slyly.

"Goten is a big baby. He cries over everything!" Trunks huffed, screwing his face into a frown.

"Well, you can't get too mad at him. He is just three, not so big as your four."

Looking up Trunks smiled, "I guess not, and he is fun to play with when he's not crying."

"That's right. By the way, where is he? It's almost noon and you two are normally out and around causing trouble," his mother asked.

"His mom told me he can't come out to play 'cuz he's sick. It's not fair! Both Gohan and Goten are sick!" Trunks frowned again. Blue eyes widened in worry and glanced quickly outside at the yellow skies.

"How about you play inside today, ok? Momma's got to go by the lab for a few minutes. Think you can stay inside and out if trouble until I get back?"

Trunks rolled his eyes and huffed, "Of course! I'm not three ya' know."

"Of course not, sweetheart, that's why I ask that you stay away from the door and windows and if anyone comes to the door don't answer it unless it's me or Goten's mother ok?"

"Yes, ma'am…" Trunks sighed.

"Good, now be good, I mean it, Trunks!"

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10 years later

"Come on, Trunks, I'm bored and huuuuuungreeeee!" Goten whined holding his grumbling stomach. "Mom's making mah favorite! I don't wanna miss it!"

Trunks continued to stare at the small house partially demolished. It had been ten years since his mother had left to go work at her lab. Ten years since she had told him to stay home an out of sight. Ten years since she had never come home. It wasn't until he had finally gotten so hungry that he had snuck out to find food at his Aunt Chi-chi's place that he realized his mother wasn't coming back. After that terrifying discovery Aunt Chi-chi had taken him in and raised him as her own. She was great, but she just wasn't as loving as his mother. What he could remember of her that is. He remembered her blue eyes and her laugh. It was more than what he could remember of his father. He didn't even know the man's name. He was pretty sure Chi-chi knew, but the one day he had asked she had looked so sad and frightened that he had decided he probably didn't want to know. What he did want to know was what happened to his mother and hurt those that had taken her away from him with as much pain as possible. That's why he had evolved himself in martial arts. In secret of course otherwise Chi-chi would blow a casket. She didn't want any of her sons to pursue such activities which included Trunks, but he had convinced Goten to try it out with him. For the past three years they had trained in secret from an elder man named Yamcha.

He was from a recently blown up planet called earth. He had come to the refugee planet to find other earthlings, but just found a broken planet filled with broken people from all over the northern galaxy. He had continued training hoping to join the army, but after a braking a leg that wouldn't heal he had given up his dream and lived his life as a hermit with his blue cat-like friend Puar.

Yamcha had taken an instant liking to Trunks, said he reminded him of someone he once knew back on earth. So for the past the three years he trained Trunks and Goten under his old masters training to the point were both students surpassed their master.

"Hurry up, Trunks! Mom's gonna kill us if we don't hurry!" Goten complained. Trunks shook his head to rid himself of the images of his mother and smiled up at Goten.

"I'm coming! Geeze, you're so whiny, Goten!" Trunks smirked. "I'll race you! One…Two…Three…Go!"

Trunks shot off from the road and raced towards their small house at the edge of the woods, Goten staring wide eyed behind him.

"Hey! No, fair! You got a head start!" Goten yelled and dashed off.

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"TRUNKS! GOTEN! GET YOUR LAZY BUTTS OUT OF BED NOW! YOU'RE LATE FOR SCHOOL!" screeched an annoyed Chi-chi marching into the boys room to find both dead to the world. Goten laid on his bed sprawled everywhere feet on his pillow and blanket hanging on his head. Trunks laid on his back mouth wide opened head hanging over the edge of the bed. Chichi clenched her fist and tried to calm down, luckily for the boys' hearing Gohan ran inside at this moment to wake his brothers.

"Hey, Goten, Trunks! We need to go! We're gonna be late!" noticing that neither moved he stepped closer. "Guys! The food is all gone! It's disappeared!"

Instantly both were up, eyes darting around to find an irate Chi-chi and a laughing Gohan.

"Not funny, Gohan, I was havin' a good dream…" Trunks grumbled falling back, forgetting he had been hanging from the edge of his bed, and hit the floor with a dull thud. Goten yelled out in laughter, pointing at his fallen comrade until he too had fallen to the floor.

"That's enough, both of you! You're going to be late if you don't hurry. Now eat and get out!"

Goten and Trunks moaned about evil mothers, but got dressed and ate with enough time to spare.

"I don't know why she yells so much. That much hot air isn't good for a person," trunks smirked.

"Oh, Trunks, she just yells when she's mad," Goten reasoned.

"When is she not mad, Goten?"

"When… we're good?"

"Don't think too hard. It'll hurt you, Goten," Trunks laughed running off so he wouldn't be in reach when Goten finally figured out the slight.

"Ok… Hey!" yelled Goten running after the lavender haired boy.

"I'm going to get you, Trunks!"

"Not if you can't catch me!" Trunks called behind him.

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"Mr. Briefs, Mr. Son, would you like to explain why you're both late? Would you like me to call your mother in for a conference?" Mr. Mitsumi frowned angrily at the boys.

Goten paled slightly and looked desperately back and forth between Trunks and Mr. Mitsumi. Both were giving each other death glares to rival his mother's. Neither student nor teacher had gotten along with each other since Mr. Mitsumi had made the comment that Trunks's mother had run away from her responsibilities to go be whore with some other man. Trunks had quickly taken care of him. Mr. Mitsumi never forgave him for the three broken bones and the black eye nor the pictures that Trunks took after he was finished.

"Well, do have an excuse today, Mr. Son?"

Goten hesitantly shook his head. He didn't really care what Mr. Mitsumi could come up with for punishment, but if he decided that he should get in touch with Chi-chi. There would be hell to pay.

"Would Mr. Briefs like to explain?" Mr. Mitsumi sneered.

Trunks smirked back and crossed his arms, "Sure. Why not?"

Goten started to pray under his breath. Mitsumi was defiantly going to call Chi-chi after this.

"See we were totally going to come to your boring ol' lecture on…what was it? Oh yeah, politics, when we were asked by this real nice gentleman… seemed to be wearin' some type of uniform, real strong lookin' too with …uh dark…pointy hair! Yeah… so he came up to us and asked how old we were… cuz' we looked so old an' all…and asked us if we wanted to join the SArmy… well we didn't want to sound ungrateful and all…I do value my life and have so much to live for…so we tried to calmly explain to him that we couldn't join, but would love to when we're older…so from there we raced here to make sure we didn't miss your oh so invigorating lesson on some dead guy's politics!" Trunks beamed up at the pissed man, and quickly snatched Goten into the classroom to take their seats in the back of the room.

Mr. Mitsumi finally walked back in the classroom, but not before giving the two boys dangerous glances.

"Looks like somebody rubbed Mitsumi the wrong way again, Trunks, Goten. You wouldn't know why, would you?" a fourteen year old girl with golden pigtails laughed at the two guilty faces.

"Guilty as charged, Maron," Trunks winked at her, earning him a smirk.

"He does? Who would want to rub him anyway," Goten asked puzzled. Maron stifled a laugh into her hand and Trunks rolled his eyes.

"Forget it, Goten, we have more urgent things to worry about," Trunks answered.

"Yeah like what you're going to tell your mother!" Maron piped up.

"I'm not looking forward to that!" Goten exclaimed.

"Excuse! Is there something you three would like to share with the class?" Mr. Mitsumi growled.

Trunks haughtily stood up and announced, "Goten, is growing fungus on his feet."

He then bowed to the clapping class and sat down earning glares from both Mitsumi and Goten.

"Mr. Briefs, if I have to get onto you one more time I'm giving dentention! Is that clear!"

"Loud and clear sir," Trunks yelled back giving the exasperated teacher the thumbs up sign.

Mitsumi silently fought the urge to throw a large book at the child's head and returned to the board to talk about politics.

"Geeze, Trunks, can't you leave me alone?" Goten whispered angrily. Maron frowned slightly at the hurt boy.

"He didn't mean it, Goten, he just said the first thing that popped in his head. Think of it as you're the first thing that pops into his head!" Maron forced a smile. Goten's face brightened. "Right, Trunks?"

Trunks glanced over at the bright face and lost his smirk, forcing a smile, "Yeah, bro, of course."

Goten punched him lightly in a lighthearted fashion and turned his attention back to the teacher. Maron gave one last disapproving glare at Trunks and went back to facing the front as well.

"Now, class, can anyone tell who are the rulers of the two mighty empires? Anyone, anyone? There is Lord Freiza of the Ice Empire, along with his brother Lord Cooler and father King Cold. Lord Freiza though is in charge of the northern quarter, the quarter we live in, and is the one waging the war on the Saiyan Empire. Pictures, pictures…"

Suddenly holograms of Lord Freiza and his two henchmen appeared.

"This is a picture of Lord Freiza and his two advisors Lord Zarbon and Dodoria. Now the Saiyan Empire, can anyone tell me who rules the Saiyan Empire? Anyone, anyone? King Vegeta. Here's a picture of him and his late wife Queen Buruma."

Maron's blue-eyes widened and she turned around sharply to jab Goten. Goten looked up at the hologram and immediately nudged a sleeping Trunks. Trunks opened his eyes and glanced towards the picture Goten and Maron were pointing at. His eyes widen-eyed and the entire room became silent.

"Trunks, that's a picture of your mom!"

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