Fourth Chapter!!
Trunks smiles and takes the ball back from you. "Dragon balls. There are seven of them. And if you collect all seven, you can make any wish you want and it'll come true. Pretty cool, huh?" Your eyes widen and you stare at the shining object, baffled. "Anything?" you ask in disbelief. He nods. "Well, pretty much. But you can't wish for anything outside of the power of the person who made the dragon balls." You cock your head in confusion. "Who made them?" you ask. Trunks turns the ball around in his hand and looks down at it. "Kami. The earth guardian." he says, still staring at the stars in its center. "But he needs to be alive, or the dragon balls won't work. Problem is," he says, looking back up at you. "He might not be alive for too much longer." You frown, perplexed, "Why not?" "Kami can't live if his other half isn't alive. You see Kami is part of one divided being. His other half, Piccolo, got caught by the androids a few days ago." Trunks blinks a bit sadly and looks down at the bed. "He escaped, but I don't know where he is now. All the dragon balls are still here, though, so I know he's alive. But if he dies, it'll be impossible to wish my friends back."

Still blinking in surprise, you point to the dragon ball. "Is this the only one you have?" you ask. Trunks shakes his head. "Nope. Mom and I have collected four of them already." You look down at the ball, glistening saffron. "Where'd you get this one?" He smiles back. "As a matter of fact, I found it right before I met you. My mom invented this thing called a dragon radar, it shows you where each dragon ball is located." He swipes his hair to the side and continues. "I saw it on the radar and went out looking. Right after I found it, I heard you scream." You nod back, smiling slightly. "So, that means there's three left?" you ask. "Yep. I was gonna go looking for another today, but it's kinda late now." Glancing towards the clock on the table by the bed, you see that it is 2:00 AM. Exhaustion suddenly hitting you full force, you slump back on the bed, yawning. Trunks stands up and takes the empty tray off you. "You probably want to get some sleep, huh?" he asks. You breathe in deeply, nodding. "Yeah. I do." He walks towards the door and turns back to look at you. "There are some extra nightclothes in the dresser, I think." he says, giving a small smile. "Have a good night. See you in the morning." Smiling wanly back, you nod and wave as he turns away and walks out, closing the door behind him. Stretching, you slide off the bed and stumble over to the dresser. Pulling open a drawer, you see a neatly folded pair of blue pants and a black t-shirt. Tiredly shedding your own clothes and replacing them with the others, you sigh contentedly when you notice that they are extremely light and comfortable. Sliding back into bed, you extend your arm and turn off the lamp, barely able to tuck your arm back under the covers before falling into a deep sleep.
The next morning, you wake up suddenly to the scent of cooking bacon. Quickly jumping out of bed, you stand up and pull the band around your wrist around your hair, keeping it out of your face. You smile when you feel that the sharp pain in your arm has decreased to a dull one, although your leg remains a bit sore. Swinging the door open and making your way down the hall as fast as you can, you begin to hear the popping of sizzling grease and turn into the room on your right. Glancing around in what appears to be the kitchen, you see Bulma standing over the stove, a spatula in her hand. A moment later, she turns around to face you. "Morning ****." she says cheerfully. "I made some breakfast. Want some?" Eyeing a stack of pancakes on the counter hungrily, you nod. "Sit down. I'll get you a plate," she says, turning towards to cupboard. You walk over to the table and sit down, watching Bulma set the platter down in front of you. Staring ravenously at the bacon, sausage, eggs, and pancakes, you grab your fork and begin to scarf it down. Bulma sits down in the chair next to you and takes a sip of her coffee. "Is it ok? I'm not much of a cook," she laughs. You swallow and grin at her. "It's great, thanks." Suddenly, something pops into your mind. "Hey Bulma, where's Trunks?" you ask, taking another bite of sausage. She sets her cup down and looks at you. "He's out looking for survivors. He does that almost every day. I mean, you're the only person he's ever found, but he still insists on going all the time." She sighs and looks pensively up at the ceiling. "I get so worried about him sometimes." Swallowing, your thoughts travel over Bulma's words. Trunks must have a huge heart to be so concerned about everyone, to go out every day in hopes of saving one person's life. You smile, happy to know that at least one of those people was you. You are about to get up when you hear someone's footsteps pattering against the carpet, down the hall.
Looking down the hallway, you smile when you see Trunks walking towards you, unbuttoning his jacket. He smiles back and walks into the kitchen, waving at Bulma. "Hi mom. No one this time." he says. Bulma rolls her eyes and scoffs. "I'm not surprised. When are you going to understand that everyone has left this city?" she asks, taking another sip of coffee. Trunks shrugs. "I just wanna be sure." He directs his gaze towards you. "Hey ****. Sleep well?" You nod. "Yeah, thanks." you say, smiling. "Hey Trunks. Didn't you say you wanted to go looking for another dragon ball today?" He nods. "I was thinking about it. Why?" ""I'd like to come with you." you say excitedly, grinning at the anticipation of collecting all seven balls and meeting Trunks' friends. His eyes widen. "Um, you could. But are you sure you want to?" You nod eagerly. "Yeah! It sounds like fun. I-" You stop talking when you remember that Trunks would most likely be journeying by flight, something you're unable to do. You look down disappointedly. "I can't fly." Trunks grins. "That's okay. We could go another way." You look up confusedly. "You mean by car?" you ask. "It's like a helicopter, but it has more sitting space inside. That ok?" Your lips curl into a broad smile. "Awesome!" Trunks smiles back and gestures for you to follow. "C'mon, let's go." He turns around and begins to walk down the hallway, and you follow happily behind him...