Trunks looked up at the darkening sky, sweat beading on his brow. The first star of the night began to shine, but something was off. Collapsing on to the soft cool grass beneath him rested his head on his folded arms behind himself. The moon, peaked out from behind a passing could, there he could see the happy rabbit of the full moon. Trunks closed his eyes, even though he had no tail, something about the full moon still caused him to change. He would become easily agitated, even mean. Full moon brought out his father in him.
"This is great. The moon is so beautiful, but damn, I know it changes me." Trunks put his hand over his eyes, resting, letting the moon's unseen raze wash over him. There was no going back, he had gazed upon it already the damage was done. He sighed. Standing slowly to his feet, he looked off to his house, Capsule Corp headquarters, the lights were on, and it was past dinner time. He knew Miki and his mother were still in the dining room, more than likely chatting away as they often did about nonsense. He really wasn't in the mood to go in and have to listen to their crap. The high pitched sounds of woman were not for his liking this night, and he knew why. Being the young caring man he was, he wasn't oblivious to his own mood changes, and it was always best to hide away for the night. Even though his plan was to hide away he couldn't neglect the fact that his stomach wanted its rations. Dragging his feet he made his way into the kitchen.
Miki and Bulma had managed to get over their little conversation from earlier that day; they now sat at the dinner table chatting about the latest fashions. The other end of the table was still piled high with what was now cold food. Trunks walked in trying his best to stay unnoticed to the woman, yet he failed.
"TRUNKS!" Miki smiled as she jumped up for the table to give him a hug. She wrapped her arms around his muscular waist resting her head on his back. Normally Trunks would have turned around or at least hugged her arms, but not this night, he was cold. Trunks kept his arms straight to his sides, fists clenched. Miki paid no mind to this, she was just happy to have him in her arms again.
"Well it is nice to see you Son." Bulma added, "The food is cold but it's all yours. Do you want us to heat it up for you?" Bulma smiled a little annoyed that he had missed dinner just to train.
"No." Trunks barked. This caused Miki to step back, she'd known him for months now and not once did she ever see him so cold. ((She didn't live at CC during the Full Moons before)) "I'll do it myself."
"Well you don't have to be a grouch Trunks." Miki stated with a light hearted hope to change the mood, it had grown dark. "humph." Miki turned to sit back down in her chair.
Trunks was doing his best to control his anger. He knew it was ridiculous, he really did, but he couldn't help himself. All he wanted to do was fight, to punch to kick to have a full on brawl with something, and neither of these Human woman could give that to him. Bulma had known her son since birth, she'd known one other half Saiyan and two full blooded ones, and she could see it in her sons face in his once gentle blue eyes.
"Trunks, I guess you didn't miss it huh?" Bulma asked shyly, hoping to not set him off. He merely nodded a scowl growing deeper on his face. "Miki, I think it best that we let Trunks have the run of the kitchen; he's had a hard day." Bulma smiled trying to not reveal her sons secret, he was ashamed of this, he hated changing so much.
"Well, I really wanted to talk to you both about something…" Miki started before she was cut off by a gruff and mean Trunks.
"Get out!" He yelled never looking at her. Tears balled up in her eyes, she never liked being yelled at especially for no reason, not from the man she cared so deeply for. Bulma took Miki by the shoulders seeing the tears welling up.
"Come on sweetie, he's being a jerk." Bulma glared at her son, as she guided her out of the room. Even though she knew why he was acting as he was, she never excused it. He should know better.
Trunks threw his fist into the counter top, busting it. "Damn it!" He growled. His stomach in reply growled back. "I guess I should eat. Stupid cold food." Trunks walked over to his place at the table, not really caring that the food was cold he began to dig in. While he munched and bit his mind raced. "Why did I have to look at the sky? I knew it was a fucking full moon. God I'm so stupid. Miki…" he could consciously see how mean he had been, but his inner and outer actions were total opposites.
Bulma and Miki found their way to the living room a floor above the dining room and kitchen. Miki no longer had tears in her eyes, more anger than anything. "Let's sit and watch some TV, what do you say Miki?" Bulma smiled trying to keep the girls mind off of her mean son, yet she could tell it wasn't working. "Miki don't mind him, he didn't mean it, give him a little bit to cool down, it will be fine. I promise."
Miki didn't doubt Bulma she just couldn't figure out why he had done it to start with. That was one story the two of them had neglected to tell Miki, the fact that they were born with tails and how they would change when the moon was full. As long as Trunks never peered at the moon he was fine, but mistakes do happen.
"Why did he snap at me? He's never done that before, what happened?" Miki questioned to herself out loud. She fondled her necklace, a deep throbbing came from her shoulder where he had passionately bitten her the night before.
"Miki did you say something?" Bulma glanced at the girl with worry in her eyes. She had always seen the happy smiling Miki, this was different this was almost painful to see.
"Oh…no." Miki softly replied, she glanced at photo on the table near her. She had looked at it many times before, but knew nothing about it, or the people in it. She picked up the black frame that housed a photo of the past. It was a group photo of the Z fighters shortly before the Androids hit. Bulma noticed her looking at the picture; she leaned over to express her joy at Miki's interest.
"What a day that was!" Bulma smiled. Taking the photo form Miki.
"Who are they? I mean I know they are your old friends but who's who?" Miki smiled.
"Well let's see here." Bulma pointed to the photo. It was a group shot; everyone was in it, including Vegeta. Bulma was so proud of herself that day; she had somehow managed to get that proud brooding man to join in on some of the fun. "That is my Vegeta right there, in the top left. Then that old guy is Master Roshi, he was a pervert. If you only knew." Bulma laughed recalling the time she flashed him for a Dragon Ball all those years before. "Beside him, that's Puar, she was a sweet cat. Then Yamcha, we dated long ago. Tien and Chazou on the far right. Then the front row, well that's me, I was so cute." She smiled laughing at herself. "Beside me is Chichi, that was Goku's wife. Goku is the guy in the center acting like a clown. Oh dear sweet Goku. And then there is Krillen and Gohan down in front, Krillen is the bald one." She looked at Miki who had her mouth open.
"Um…who's the pig? And I'm going to guess the green guy in the very back is Piccolo, right?" Miki smiled knowing she had gotten one correct.
"Yep that was Piccolo, and the pig, oh please. That's Oolong. He's a sick pervert, just like Roshi!" Bulma yelled.
Miki laughed at her outburst. Bulma held the picture close to her chest, pulling it away to run her finger down the length of Vegeta's body. "Man it was hard to get that jerk to be in the photo, but would it have killed him to smile?"
"You miss them all don't you?" Miki questioned, with a glint in her eye.
"Oh yes, yes I do. If only I could see them again, I bet Trunks would like to have them around too. He loved them in the Past. I wish I could give him that kind of comfort and those connections." Bulma looked back down at the photo, it was taken shortly after Goku had returned home, before she and Vegeta ever got together.
"Well what about the Dragon Balls?" Miki questioned. "You can bring them back with that right?"
Bulma looked at the young girl as if she'd gone mad. "Well yes, but we have no Dragon Balls, that green guy, yeah without him no balls." Bulma barked, she had thought countless times about that, if only Piccolo hadn't died.
"Well what about Namek? They still have the Dragon Balls right?" Miki questioned, with a smile.
"What?" Bulma's jaw hit the floor. "Well…yes, but there is no one to go there, at least no one who knows where it is. The original planet blew up. Besides they only let you bri…." Bulma was cut off by a spunky little girl.
"YEP! Ok, so Namek has Dragon Balls, they have 3 wishes right? So we'll wish Piccolo, Vegeta and umm…Goku back? I guess. Right? But Krillen, Tien and Yamcha have died before too. Hmmm. Crap! I guess we will just go back a year later. Right? And Piccolo will bring back the Earth balls so we can wish everyone else back." It seemed that Miki had already planned this all out; she must have paid more attention to Bulma's stories than she thought she did. "Oh and I'll go! Trunks too!" Miki smiled jumping to the floor in a runner's stance.
Bulma just bubbled words, she was so shocked at Miki's idea, and she really did think it all through. "We still don't know where it is." Bulma added not wanting to get her hopes up.
"That's ok, I'm sure we can find it. Maybe you can make a tracking device to pin point their life force, and Trunks, he knows what Namekians feel like right? Or you could update the dragon radar and maybe increase its area, so we can be, I don't know millions of miles away and still pick them up." Miki at this point was pumping her arms as if the more she moved the more likely it would come true. "We just need a ship, you got one right?"
Bulma still just stared at Miki, had she lost her marbles? "Miki, do you understand what you are saying? It won't be an easy task." Bulma stated.
"Yes, I know but…it would be fun, and I'm sure Trunks and I would be fine. He's the strongest thing in the Universe anyhow." Miki smiled as she jumped up and down.
"Well, ok. You get Trunks to say yes to this, and I'll get on to getting the stuff ready!" Bulma couldn't help but to feel excited too. She was happy, she really was, once again she'd have her Vegeta and her friends back. Grasping hands the two women jumped up and down. It was set. Trunks just needed to give his ok. Miki knew he would.
The woman spent the next couple of hours talking, making plans and coming up with 'what if' scenarios. The clock struck 2 am as Bulma yawned causing a chain reaction, Miki in turn yawned.
"Well, I think I'll be going to bed, and you should too Miki. We have a big day tomorrow. We got some Dragon Balls to find!" Bulma stated while yawning.
"Yep, we do. Sleep well Bulma." Miki yawned in reply. Bulma turned before leaving the room.
"Thank you Miki." She said nothing else just walked away, back to her room. Miki was too excited to sleep, she wanted so desperately to tell Trunks what they had planned, and to go ahead and get his 'ok.' Trotting down the hall and up two flights of stairs, bypassing her own floor, she slowly mad her way to the Brief Family's floor, hoping to find Trunks in his room and awake.
She was in luck, his light was on, and she could hear faint sounds coming from within. "Is that boy training still?" Miki asked herself. She knocked softly on the door, hoping not to disturb him too much. She wasn't accustomed to showing up at all hours of the night even though they were intimate at times and lived together; she felt he had some strict boundaries he was ready to cross. A midnight meeting was one of them. She could hear Trunks, he had stopped his late night training, and she took that as a sign to come in.
"Trunks, you awake?" She asked pushing the door open, even though she knew very well that he was. She stepped inside, there she found him, his back to her, his eyes staring out his balcony door, and he was shirtless and sweaty. "Oh good you are awake. I have some great news!" She smiled.
"What?" Trunks yelled. "You think that is great news? I heard you and my mother. How could you two make such plans like that, without consulting me?" he barked. This made Miki step back, why was he so mad still? "They are foolish and stupid made up out of some little girls head! You don't even understand the dangers that await you out there. What about Earth? Huh? What would happen to Earth while I was gone? So selfish. Miki I can't believe you. I thought you were better than this, better than that." He scoffed turning to look at her over his shoulder, he could see tears in her eyes, yet he couldn't stop himself. "Just leave. You aren't what I thought you were. Don't bother me anymore, especially while I'm training!" He yelled; as he beat himself up inside.
Miki didn't know what to do. Just 24 hours before they were passionately together in that very room, the remnants of her clothes still there eon the floor. Now, he was cold and mean. Why had he said such things? Miki just stood there in shock.
"Trunks? But…I?" Miki started off trying to hold back the sobs.
"LEAVE!" Trunks barked, hate in his voice. Miki began to walk backwards, not sure what had just happened. Never turning from him, watching his strong body grow smaller as she walked out the door, before shutting it, she spoke.
"I'm sorry." Softly the words came out; she wasn't sure what else to say. "YOU JERK!" she screamed as she turned and ran down the hall, to the stairs and into her own room. Not seeing any part of it, because of her tears.
Trunks, who knew very well what he had done, hated himself. He yelled powering up to his highest level, the collapsing from the strain. There he lay on the floor, asleep, while Miki on the other hand remained awake face down in her pillow crying. They had never fought before, and now it was just, over.
The next morning, Miki didn't come down for breakfast, Trunks so desperately wanted her to, just so he could apologize to her, to explain to her what had happened. Yet, he couldn't bring himself to go to her. His Saiyan pride was to blame. He paced back and forth through the kitchen hoping she had just merely slept in. Bulma couldn't understand what had gotten into her son. He said nothing, just merely walked. She could tell something was on his mind, and she also could tell he was in no mood to tell her.
"Trunks, could you do me a favor? Could you go to the metal works and get me 2 tons of steel, 1 tons of copper, and half a tone of tin?" Bulma smiled. She didn't want to give away what she needed it for. She wanted Miki to break the news.
"Umm…well I kind of…" Trunks trailed off slowly coming to the realization that Miki wasn't going to show her face just yet.
"Please Trunks? It will make up for barking at me last night" Bulma winked. Trunks just nodded, she was right. He turned to make his way out the door, pausing only for a moment, hoping it would be enough to see her. He was gone. As Trunks took to the air, Miki turned the corner, knowing very well that he had left. Her eyes blood shot and puffy from a night of crying.
"MIKI?" Bulma shrieked, "What is wrong? What happened?" Jumping up and wrapping her arms around the girl. Miki looked to the ground as she told Bulma what had happened.