"You've never been out of that ship? Err, I mean house." Seventeen asks me.

We're all standing a distance away from my home, sitting on broken chunks of cement with metal wires sticking out of the sides. They wanted to take me further out, but I didn't want to worry about Father coming home to find me missing. I'm dumbfounded and I constantly look at the building. I never wouldn't have known it'd look this bad, as if it's been through a war. A motley collection of broken building and such are shattered around us with plants growing on them, like a disease.

Seventeen clears his throat and my mind jumps back and realize he was talking to me the whole time. "So, how have you lived this long?" He asks.

"I dunno," I say stupidly. I look back up at him, leaning against the bark of a dead, but still standing tree. I clearly see he's annoyed with my answer. Sitting ten feet away, Eighteen lays cross legged on another cement chunk. Still I can't tell whether or not she likes me as much as Seventeen does.

We've only been out here not even thirty minutes and I already want to go back inside. Would have had more fun if they weren't too tired to play with me. I fold my knee up to my chest and begin thinking to myself of stuff we could all do as I pick the dark, dry scab on my knee.

"Said you'd tell me about Father." I take my eyes off of Eighteen and stare back up to Seventeen. I could tell he was thinking deeply about something else as he glared at my home.

"Well, what would you like to know?" He finally answers without looking down. I put a dirty finger to my lips and think. Well, there was a lot I didn't know about Father. And about myself too.

I can't think of one right away and say, "Why doesn't he like me?" I admit that sometimes Father makes me think I hate him whenever he hurts me and my feelings, but I don't mean it. Inside, I know all I really want is to make him proud to have a son like me.

"Why don't you ask your dad?" He replies. Dad? What's that?

"Is that a type of food... Dad?" I say slowly.

He gives me a crooked look and faces towards his blonde friend. After a short moment of silence she picks up her head and realizes he was waiting for her to answer.

"Have some common sense, Seventeen. It's clear that Vegeta hasn't taught he much more about life than fighting, eating, and shitting," I narrow my eyebrows at the last word. "I bet you he doesn't even know who his mom is." Eighteen finishes and lays back down. Mom? I'll ask them about that word later, too.

Seveteen snorts, his light blue eyes close. "You're right. My mistake, Trunks."

Can't tell if they're making fun of me or not. I push myself off the hunk of cement and land on the ground."Vegeta? You two are trying to confuse me, ain't ya?" I place my knuckles on my hips, like a cool fighter would do.

Thin laughter tinkles from Eighteen. "Seriously? This brat doesn't even know who Vegeta is?" The laughter slowly dies away as Seventeen and I narrow our eyes at her.

"Eighteen, can you, like, shut the hell up?" Seventeen frowns at her. I frown as well. Feel stupid and dumb now. Was I supposed to know what a Vegeta was? I don't care. Let them laugh at my face, I'll kick their butts if they push it.

Seventeen flashes a smile down to me. Something in my brain told me I could trust him better than Eighteen, even though she was pretty and everything. Now that I think about it, Seventeen doesn't look real ugly either. Maybe even pretty in boy standards. Wish I was handsome like Father and Seventeen. He playfully shoves me in the shoulder.

"Hey, sport, don't listen to her," He nods his head her way. "Lets see... Well basically Vegeta is..." He pauses. We both stand together in silence for ten seconds.

"Ain't you gonna tell me?" I impatiently ask.

"I'm deciding."

"I'll decide for you: You're gonna tell me now or I'll pinch you!" I snarl at him clenching my jaw.

"No, silly, I'm deciding how to tell you not if I should tell you at all. Note that you might get confused a bit." Seventeen ruffles my purple hair.

I hear Eighteen again as she leans off her spot and struts over to us. She sets a pair of almond-shaped eyes on me.

At first, I only see her pale lips in the moonlight as she walks, not paying attention to anyone else. I gaze back up to her bright eyes and they squint in annoyance.

"Vegeta is what you called your 'Father'," She says with an attitude. "And he's in trouble. Very bad trouble."

What she said sticks in my mind for a long time. Trouble? Oh, crap! I know how it feels to be in trouble and it's not a good feeling.

"What do you mean 'trouble'? Is he hurt?" I ask with concern. They both open their mouths to answer, but are too late before I spill out more questions, "Can I help? How do you know he's in trouble? Oh, no! He's not coming back home, is he? Could you guys help me find hi-"

"Slow down there, cowboy," Seventeen says and pushes himself off the tree. Again, he uses words I've never heard before. Cowboy? "One question at a time."

Eighteen sighs. "All you got to know is that we're here to help, Trunks. Just don't. Tell. Vegeta." She said her last sentence spaced out. I open my mouth to ask another question, but her hand flies up to my face and stops me.

"No more questions about it." She says. I figure I'll give it five more minutes and ask then. To get their minds away from this, I change the subject.

"Like, where are your guys' fathers?" I randomly ask.

"We don't have a father anymore." They answer sharp and simultaneously. Something says to me that I shouldn't ask anymore about it.

"Okay, then," I spit out in the same tone they used. "Are you two like best friend or somethin'? Is that why you two have the same haircuts?" I laugh as I finish.

"Hardly," Eighteen rolls her eyes.

"We're twins." Seventeen follows up.

"Oh, so like, you were made in the same factory? Wow." I say, shaking my head.

"Fantastic. Is that what Vegeta told him when he asked where babies come from?" Eighteen looks over at her twin with a lazy voice.

I open my mouth and answer for myself, "Not! Babies come from eggs," I close my eyes thinking about the spider egg sacks I used to pop and smile. "I've seen it myself."

They ignore me. "Anyways, Trunks, could you do me a favor?" I open one eye and look up at him.

"If you tell me what my father is in trouble for, then yes." I challenge.

"Oh, back to before, I see?" He responds. Beside him, his twin sister glances at him. "Fine, I will."

"No way, Seventeen." She hisses at him, clamping his arm. Seventeen returns the look as if saying don't worry.

I brush off the my suspicion, thinking they might have a good reason not to tell me right away. Knowing Father, he'd get into deep crud if he was in trouble at all.

"I'll give you an answer once you agree to my favor."

"Okie-dokie." I say with little effort.

"I'm sure your Father has asked you to do this before: Power up to your fullest for me." He orders.

"Are you a fool? Vegeta will sense him if he powers up." Eighteen punches his arm.

He sighs and rolls his eyes. "Will you let me do my own thing for five seconds? Vegeta probably constantly senses him. One big climb in power level won't worry the Saiyan." He shoves her aside with a grunt.

I nod and plant my shoes into the ground. Biting my lip in concentration, my fists tighten and my eyes shut to blackness. "Here we go..." I say, my voice quivers. I take a couple breaths. Remembering what I always do and what Father showed me before I power up to control myself I count in my mind.

One.

My energy drops in my tummy, I can feel it. I turn off any outside disturbances and all I hear is my blood moving in my ears now.

Two.

I can sense pebbles and rocks around me lift off the ground. A dim light begins to slice through the darkness I see.

Three.

I give out a shriek. My eyes burst open and I see the familiar blue aura surround about me. I can see flashes now and I feel my hair flying up all around me. It's not exactly Super Saiyan, as my Father says, but a good place to start.

"Holy shit..." I hear one of my friends say.

"Are you reading what I'm reading...Seventeen?"

"His power level... Damn, Vegeta wasn't fucking around all these years."