Chapter 2
"Trunks? Man, you ok?" Goten asked prodding his dumbstruck friend. Trunks was staring listlessly at the hologram of his mother and some dark haired man. She looked so happy, happier than she had been living on the refugee colony. She had never told him why or how they had come to live on the refugee planet, only that at one time she had lived on a small blue planet with her parents and friends, neither of which she had ever mentioned by name. Of course, she had never mentioned his father or how they met, that was a forbidden subject.
"How could that…?" Maron's unfinished question floated in the air between them. Trunks slowly blinked twice and hesitantly relaxed.
"That's not her," he stated simply. Both Maron and Goten's eyes widened slightly.
"Whoah, how come? It looks like her!" Goten exclaimed.
"Because, don't you think she would have told me if she had once been a queen? I mean that's kinda something you tell your son. Besides this guy says she's his 'late' wife. That means she died, and they wouldn't have said that if they didn't have proof," Trunks calmly explained to the two dumbstruck faces.
"Yeah, but, Trunks, that's looks just like her!" Maron rushed on.
"I'm sure there are plenty of blue-haired people out there. I mean we only live on planet. There could be tons out there for all we know!"
Goten just quietly sat there staring at the hologram, "Come on, Trunks, blue hair? I cane believe maybe blonde or brown, but blue?"
"You two are making this a bigger deal than it is," Trunks growled angrily standing up.
Mr. Mitsumi glanced up to see the fourteen year old boy leaving his classroom without permission, "Mr. Briefs, where pray tell do you think you are going? I didn't give you permission to leave my class."
Trunks flashed a cocky grin, "I would love to stay and chat, Mitsumi, but I have better places to be and better people to see. Laters!"
Trunks once again flashed his grin and ran out the open door, leaving a furious teacher and two confused friends.
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"Stupid, Goten and Maron. That woman wasn't my mother. So they had the same color hair and eyes. Anyone could have had the same coloring. Besides she would have told me. I'm her son, so of course, she would have told me," Trunks mumbled kicking a pebble furiously. The pebble shot off colliding with a tree leaving a whole where it had once passed through.
Blue eyes began to water with tears, but were hastily wiped away by dirty palms. Trunks gazed up into the yellow noon day sky and wondered at the injustice of it all, losing a mother and never knowing a father.
"Shouldn't you be in school, boy?" a voice shouted out. Trunks whirled around to come face to face with a scar-faced man.
"There is nothing there I need to know that I don't already."
"Sure you don't? You're the brightest kid in the entire galaxy," the man mocked.
"I never said that…" Trunks mumbled.
"Well, then you still have things you need to learn! You're mother is going to bust an artery when she finds out you skipped," the man laughed.
Trunks narrowed his eyes, "Only if she finds out."
"I'm not the one to tell secrets, what with all of my own, but I'm going to advice you not to continue these little escapades."
"I've only done it once, Yamcha!" Trunks cried out.
Yamcha slyly smiled, "One time too many."
"S'not like you have to listen to that stuck up prick…thinks he knows so much," Trunks growled under his breath.
Yamcha raised an eyebrow, "Means he's a lot like you, huh?"
"What! I'm not some stuck up prick!" Trunks yelled mortified.
"Well, then stop acting like it!"
"I'm not like him…"
"Alright stop the pity party, what's got you?" Yamcha asked. The normally vibrate boy was now staring at the ground listlessly.
"Nothing just stupid Goten and Maron. Said some lady in a picture was my mother! She's not, though!"
"Your mother? I though Miss Chi-chi was your mother. Who was your mother?" Yamcha asked puzzled by the news.
Trunks looked up into the other man's eyes, "No, my mother was gorgeous. Her eyes were as blue as the Rotali flower, and hair to match. I don't remember much about her. She disappeared when I was about four. She left to go somewhere. Said she'd be right back…"
"She sounds pretty," the older man agreed. "What was her name?"
"Bulma. Bulma Briefs."
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Yamcha's eyes widened until they were as large as saucers, "Bulma Briefs was your mother!"
Trunks glanced over at the man curiously, "Yes, why? Have you heard of her?"
"Heard of her? I used to date her! Back on Earth I was her boyfriend! Well until…" Yamcha didn't finished.
Trunks's gaped at the other man, "You knew my mother well enough to date her? Wait what is dating?"
"Dating? You don't know what dating? Where did you grow up, under bush?"
"No! I grew up here!"
"They don't date around here? Well, I guess not. It is a different planet and all. Man, to find another Earthling and here I thought I was the last. Man, to find Bulma's kid. All I need now are Goku, Tien, Krillen, and Choatzu and the whole gang would be here again. Those were the days. Out looking for the dragonballs…"
"You were looking for some dragon's balls?" Trunks asked in disgust.
"No! No! The dragonballs were, well it's a long story…"
Trunks grinned, "I've got time."
"Course you do, kid, but it's hot out here and I'm a bit peckish," Yamcha laughed.
"You are one strange man, Yamcha."
"Yeah, sure, kid."
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"Ok! Will you tell me now!" Trunks asked impatiently. They had left the road and were now sitting in the cool of Yamcha's house, though most would call it more of a shack.
Yamcha frowned and slowly slid into a broken chair, "You sound just like your mother, always impatient. Everything had to be her way or no way."
"That doesn't sound like my mother," Trunks murmured walking around the room. "She was more caring, putting my comfort before hers."
Yamcha raised a sweaty hand to his forehead, "Maybe she grew up. I know I did. I was desert bandit when I was young, back on earth I mean. I don't jump to conclusions as quickly either. Moving around in space really made me stand up and take notice of who I was."
"Really?" Trunks asked disinterested. "You know, Yamcha, you live in a shit hole."
Ina flash Trunks was quickly thrown into the wall, "Hey! What was that for!"
Hands crossed Yamcha smirked devilishly back at the lavender-haired boy on the ground, "You insulted my house."
"This? This is not a house, Yamcha. This a shit hole," Trunks smirked back.
"I should beat the shit out of you for insulting my dwelling, but I might hurt you too much. Wouldn't want that harpy of a mother out for my blood," Yamcha mocked.
"You couldn't hurt me even if you tried! I've gotten so much stronger than you! I bet you couldn't even land a punch!"
"Tough words from someone so young," Yamcha remarked. "I'd like to see."
"Fine!" Trunks scrambled up and fell back into a fighting position.
"Not in here! I don't want my house ruined!" Yamcha commanded. "Outside!"
"Your such a sissy, Yamcha," Trunks laughed shaking his head.
"Yes, but I'm not going to be the one who has to sleep outside because you feel like punching a hand through my wall!"
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An hour later both were laid out under a tree cooling off from their spar. Both were relaxing in the tranquility of being the only ones out there…
"I beat you."
"Oh shut up, kid!"
Trunks leisurely sat up, "Well, I did. Fair and square."
Yamcha rolled his eyes, "Yeah, well, I guess I'm getting rusty."
"Yeah, you just don't want to admit I've gotten better than you! Admit it!"
Yamcha studied Trunks for a second before talking, "you're nothing like I've ever fought before, Trunks. You're ten times stronger than any human I've ever met. You learn things quicker than I can teach them to you. And look, remember that bruise I gave you yesterday during training? It's gone. Maybe your not completely human."
"Not completely human? I don't even know what I am," Trunks replied. "I didn't even know where my mother was from before now."
"So you don't know what your dad was?" Yamcha questioned.
"Nope."
"Your friend Goten reminds so much of my friend Goku. Same hair, same naivety," Yamcha commented.
Trunks turned to face the other man and laid back down on his stomach, "You were going to tell me about the adventure and the dragon's balls."
"Not dragon's balls. Dragonballs. There's a difference. Belive me."
"Well?"
"Well what?"
"Tell me!"
"Ok! Hold your horses. Geeze do you have any manners?" Yamcha quipped.
Trunks looked confusingly around, "What are horses and how do I hold them?"
"You don't know what horses are! Man, what the hell am I working with?" Yamcha mumbled. "Never mind. I'll tell you the story, just stop being so demanding. Think you were a prince or something."
"Ok! Ok!"
"Ok, well, it all really started when your mother found the first dragonball…"
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"…So, Goku was fighting the demon king's son, Piccolo, when the space pods started to appear. That's when the Saiyans showed up. Real powerful people. You've heard of 'em right?" Trunks quickly nodded wide-eyed. "Turns out they were looking for a man named Kakorrot and needed our planet for an intergalactic sale. Earth was a very fruitful planet and very pretty, an excellent accommodation for a wealthy alien. So our planet was purged. You know what purging is right?" Trunks again nodded though more hesitantly. "OK, then you know that they normally only leave a few survivors. Most of 'em end up here. Well, when they attacked they headed straight for the tournament arena because all of the best fighters were located there, what for the tournament and all. They killed a few of the weaker ones, calling them worthless. It was mass genocide! They killed everyone, woman and children, everyone. They decided the Z senshi, that's what we called ourselves, were strong enough to live, not that they left us unscathed. They took out Krillen first. Poor guy, he's fast, faster than the rest of us, but they caught up with him. He barely lasted two seconds. Out like a light. Choatzu was next. They were impressed by his physic talents, but with such little fighting power they decided he wasn't worth their time. It only took one blast. Tien in a fit of anger rushed at them, knowing they were stronger than him, not caring. He stood up against them better than Krillen, but it didn't take too much. I have to say that I considered running. I was terrified of death, and we didn't know then that they were going to let us live. I was about to make a run for it when Goku and Piccolo fell into fighting stances. It seemed they had reached a truce for the moment, long enough to take out the invaders. It took them a total of ten minutes to knock them out and only because Piccolo double crossed Goku at the last second. Didn't matter, Saiyans are ruthless. I ran then. I knew I wasn't strong enough and at the time I was dating your mother. I figured if I could find your mother she could give us a ship to escape on until I was strong enough to come back and face the Saiyans. I was running through her doorway when they caught up with me. I will never forget her scream. One minute she was standing in front of me. The next all ahd gone black."
Trunks laid there mortified, "What happened next?"
"I woke up in a rejuvenation tank. Alone. Do you know what one is?"
Trunks nodded, "I've heard of them, but I've never seen one in real life."
"Ok, then you know that they're filled with healing fluid. It's a real creepy thing when you have no idea where you are, or what you're in. I kind of paniked, destroyed about two of them before the techs cam eina sorted everything out."
"What did they do to you?"
"They treated me like some kind of slave. Nothing real bad, though I got beaten up a couple of times, ended up in the tank about three times before we reached the planet. When we reached Planet Vegeta I was bought by an older Saiyan. He treated me about as nice as a Saiyan could I guess. They're not the sentimental type, but he did train me. By the time he died, must have been around 100 galactic years, I was as strong as most third class Saiyans. Most slaves if strong enough join the army. It ahs better privileges and you get more respect. Saiyans don't really like aliens, so to get any respect you must be really something. I joined for about two years until I hurt my leg, never really healed correctly and so I quit. After that I left Planet Vegeta and searched the galaxy for more humans. Never found any until you told me about your mom."
"Wow, I don't know what I would do if my planet was destroyed and everyone I knew was killed. How did you do it, Yamcha?" Trunks asked.
"It was hard, but I knew there had to some out there. I knew some had to have survived. And I was right! Your mom lived and even had you!"
Trunks glanced down again, "Yeah, and then disappeared."
Yamcha frowned down at the boy, "I don't think she did that on purpose, Trunks."
Trunks just sat still.
"Though in my opinion, when she had you she should have gotten rid of you before you became as annoying as you have!" Yamcha laughed. Trunks smirked and lightly punched his master.
"Hey you better get on home, your brother should be hoem soon, too."
"Yes, mother," Trunks grumbled pushing up to his feet.
"Tomorrow after school, and don't pull that little stunt again!" Yamcha ordered. Trunks continued on towards the road just waving a hand to signify he heard him. Yamcha just smiled at the retreating back, "Stupid, kid. Just like your mom."
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Trunks was currently on his way home dawdling along the way. He kept his eyes to the ground and stared idly at his feet. It wasn't until he was sitting on his butt that he realized he had run into someone. Rubbing his head he raised his eyes to meet matching obsidian ones, glaring down at him in annoyance. Trunks continued to stare at the man raising his eyes to stare at the dark flame like hair, down to the furry belt around the man's waist.
Trunks gaped openly, "Whoa."
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