It had been nearly a week since Bulma had demanded that her son get a girlfriend. Trunks hadn't really paid her much mind. Why did he the New Prince of Saiyan's need a girlfriend? He didn't need one; he was more interested in becoming stronger, in order to protect the world from any in coming disaster, at least that's what he told himself. Maybe that was all he needed to be stronger so he wouldn't fear the outcome if something evil once again arrived on Earth. Just maybe that would alleviate his sadness.

The Capsule Corp residents had finally managed to be 100% damage free, as long as Trunks didn't get too carried away with training. As the house was being rebuilt, Bulma had made a wing just for Trunks and his training. It was the top floor on the West side of the complex, two flights up from the Briefs living quarters. She knew he was a Saiyan, she knew fighting was in his blood in his soul. There was no way she could ever deny him that. In this revamped part of the house she created a new gravity room, this one much more stable then the pod capsule his father trained in and it could withstand up to 1,000 times gravity. (Though she never told Trunks that.) She had hoped he'd never need or want that type of gravity, unlike Vegeta, who was never satisfied and always had to have more power. She had also included a shower, infirmary, a small storage of food (enough for a small village), as well as a library. She felt he needed to educate his mind as well as his body. Even though 98% of the books were fighting manuals and stories like, "The Art of War." However she kept his bedroom just down the hall from hers. She found this to be the most effective way of getting him out of that room.

As Capsule Corp grew and began creating new items Bulma was in the need for some new staff. Even though the world had been destroyed, nearly 2/3rds of the population had died during the androids little joy ride through the world. With the reconstruction it brought a lot of people from the wilderness and small shanty towns into the big cities. For the same reasons most people go to the big cities. Work. It was hard to find young qualified employees. Most everyone that had any particular skill (other than running and hunting) was older, that last generation that was given the privilege of a full education. Through it all she managed to find the right people for the right job. You can never have to many strong young men running around to move heavy equipment, seeing how she couldn't get her son to get out of his gravity room long enough to help.

At first, Trunks didn't even notice all the new comers to the compound. They never bothered him, except on the rare occasion they needed to refill his food store or check on some loud explosion. Even then very few were ever brave enough to go up there. They feared being mistaken as a moving target.

It was a nice sunny Tuesday morning the air was crisp with the coming fall freeze, not even 7:30 am yet, and Trunks was already in his gravity room starting his morning workout before breakfast. Bulma awoke to a loud explosion. She shot straight up out of her bed. The first thing to her mind was Trunks. "Damn it boy! How many timed have I told you….KAMI!" She screamed and she ran up the stairs to Trunks's wing. "Man I really regret having put that stupid thing up stairs." She thought as she got to the top of the final landing. She could see smoke coming from the door to the gravity room. She feared the worst. What had Trunks done? She bolted to the door and typed in her manual override code to stop the gravity room. As soon as she had typed in the last number she began unlocking the door. The door was thick, and heavy. She was nearly too weak to get it open. All the while her mind just swamped with fear.

As she peered into the room trying not to chock on the billowing smoke that was now feeling her lungs. The internal sprinkler system had even turned on; she began to call out to her son. "Trunks?! Hello Trunks? Are you alive?" Panic in her voice as she yelled. There was no reply. Tears began to run down her face. "Trunks? Trunks! SON! Tru…." She was cut off when she heard a faint moan coming from the far corner of the room. She dropped to her knees so she could crawl on the floor to avoid any more of the smoke. She saw what appeared to be blood washing down the drain with the sprinkler water. Her heart sank. Had he finally become his father and blown himself up just to get stronger? She finally managed to make her way to him. He was leaning on the wall, one leg bent the other straight out. His right arm holding his left shoulder as his arm lay limp beside him. His face was bruised, beaten and battered. He was covered in blood. She scooped him up in her arms the best she could. He was too heavy for her to move on her own, and much to injured to be drag somewhere.

The explosion had woken the live in staff. Because the compound was so large and housing was still hard to come by Bulma had offered many of her employee's rooms in the bottom south wing. Lucky many of these staff member were the young strong men whose second job was to go help with Trunks. These young men came charging in, calling out to Trunks and Bulma. "Miss Bulma? Miss?" The tall man with the short blonde spiked hair called. He was an attractive fellow if you liked beefed up macho men with no brain. The other two just stood behind him covering their faces from the smoke, which was finally dissipating thanks to the sprinkler and vent system. "I'm over here! Hurry! He's hurt bad!" Bulma yelled as she held her son in her arms. The three men scooped him up and slowly but surely carried him to the infirmary.

As they carried him out Bulma called the doctor, via speed dial. "Hello, Dr. Chow's office, how may I help you?" A sweet woman's voice on the other end stated.

"YES I need Dr. Chow here right now! Please, my son…he's hurt…..bad." In between words she sobbed trying not to get tears all over the phone.

"Ummm. Yes miss, may I ask who this is?" The woman asked with what one would imagine was a blank stare.

"YOU FOOL! BULMA! Bulma Briefs! Get over here…Capsule Corp. Just send the stupid Dr. NOW!" She screamed as she hung up the phone and darted to her son's side. As he now lay in the infirmary bed with an oxygen mask on his face. Still bleeding profusely.

Bulma was a hysterical mess. Had that been Vegeta lying in the bed she would have been upset, but still have a solid mind. But seeing her son, more beaten up the ever before nearly one armed, she couldn't help it. Her time of strife and fear should have been over, but it wasn't, with Trunks's training it had just begun.

It took the doctor nearly 10 minutes to make it to the compound and up the zillion flights of stairs to the infirmary. Lucky he only lived and worked a few doors down the road. Once there he jumped right in, bandaging, sewing and putting IV's (specially crafted my Bulma for Saiyan skin) in to Trunks's good arm.

"He's alright now Ms. Brief, just let him rest and keep him out of that room for a while. He needs to heal, he needs to sleep. I'd say this is due to over exertion. He got careless, and he got hurt." The doctor said with a calm soft tone, much like how her father uses to speak, just a little more coherent. Bulma was relieved her son would live, and once healed she knew he'd be up to the same things.

Trunks spent nearly 2 weeks bed ridden. Two days in to his rest, Bulma had moved him back down to his own room, where she felt he would be most comfortable. There he got his breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and most of all his rest. At the end of two weeks he was up and walking, still looking a bit beaten. He wasn't allowed to leave the compound or train; he became restless, and decided that he needed to mix up some excitement.

Mid-afternoon one day he got the idea to go meet all the new staff that his mother had hired. He met the big strong men that moved her experiments for her, that included the three men that saved him just two weeks before. He met the staff in the kitchen and the lab. None of which really struck him as exciting and worth being around. Nothing would ever replace the connection he felt with the Z fighters.

Trunks had one last group to meet, the main office crew; this included the woman who would pick up the phones for customer support and all the support staff that came up with the latest and greatest Capsule Corp ads. As he began to open the door to the wide vast room with nearly 25 people in it, he heard his mother calling after him.

"Trunks? What do you think you are doing up out of bed? I hear you've been harassing all the employees!" Bulma yelled, she exaggerated the severity of his meeting the safe, but she didn't want him out of bed yet, he was still hurt.

"Mom! I'm not harassing anyone! Geez! I just wanted to meet everyone." His voice got low and forceful. "I just wanted to meet them, I've been so wrapped up in my own training that….I didn't see all these people." He looked to the ground kind of ashamed to admit it, but he had been so wrapped up in himself to even notice. That to him was not a good Earth hero.

"Fine, go in there and meet them but then GO TO BED!?" Bulma screamed as she stormed off. She was happy he was more interested in meeting the safe than training, at least for now. She could still see the emptiness in his eye, and she desperately hoped he would meet someone, anyone to take his mind off of his own self proclaimed obligation.

Trunks opened the door fully, he could see into the room and everyone could see him, having just heard his scuffle with his mother they all looked at him. He blushed with embarrassment, knowing they all just heard. He introduced himself to the staff, in the most polite manner. "Hello everyone. I'm Trunks Briefs, Bluma's son." That was all he needed to say everyone knew who he was already. There was no mistaking that. They all got up to greet him and thank him for what he did. Bulma wasn't shy about bragging on her son, when it came to saving the world at least. Shortly after everyone shook hands and talked for a short time, they all went back to work. Trunks walked over to the nearest water cooler, feeling the need for a nice cool drink after all that. A tall young woman with long brown hair which was pulled back in a high pony tail walked in biting into a cookie. At first she didn't notice Trunks, but he noticed her. She felt eyes on her, as though the whole room was watching her. She was the new girl at work, she'd only been there 3 days, and she wasn't living in the compound employee housing. So she still was the outcast. She seemed to be in her own little world all the time. Yet, she was trying so hard to please everyone, while still keeping her youthful curiosity.

She stopped at her desk and put her cookie down, noticing that all eyes were focused near the water cooler. She leaned into one of her co-works and spoke.

"What's going on?" She ask inquisitively

"WHAT?! Don't you see him? Ms. Brief's son is here. And you just walk in like its nothing!" The coworker was astonished most people treated the Briefs like royalty, and to just blatantly ignoring one was even worse.

The young girl looked back up to see a tall, well built man with purple hair and blue eyes, with rippling muscles just staring back at her. She blinked and jumped back a bit. Blushing, feeling ashamed she had just miss a fine young man like that. Trunks, caught himself staring at her, blushing and turning away he had no idea why he felt so embarrassed. Her co-worker nudged her. "Go say hello, geez don't you know any better?" She scoffed.

She swallowed hard; she had just made a fool of herself in front of everyone, even him. She gathered her courage and walked up to him. Clearing her throat she spoke "Hel…Hello there. I'm…I'm Miki. Nice to meet you." She couldn't believe it, she had stuttered and stubbed over her words. How and why? She threw out her hand to shake his. As he placed his out to reciprocate she looked into his bright sapphire blue eyes and smiled. For some reason she felt at ease, for the first time in her whole life, she felt truly safe. She smiled the biggest friendliest smile she had, as Trunks blushed and threw his left hand behind his head and scratched embarrassedly.

"Hello, I'm Trunks." He smiled back "It is a pleasure to meet you. But I should go." As he made his exit all too quickly Miki sighed, as she turned to the crowed room that was just staring at her. She smiled with a laughing voice, "Well he seems nice."