I hate peace… I thought to myself as I sat in bed.
The quarter-full moon was high in the black night sky and it was almost one in the morning. There's been no signs of trouble for the past year, most people would say that's a really good thing, but it's just incredibly boring for me. I've been training my butt off almost every day since the Cell Games, even though there hasn't been any real trouble. But I keep training whenever I can, it gives me something to do and keeps me in shape in case something does come up, but I had a feeling that something like that wasn't gonna come up for a long time.
My tail flicked back and forth slowly next to me. I moaned quietly and fell backward on my bed, staring at the dark ceiling. The moonlight shined into my new room and on my face, reflecting off my black eyes and making them sparkle.
"Peace is so boring…" I mumbled. I rolled onto my side and stared out the large window blankly. Nothing to do wait for the days to pass I guess, maybe another adventure will come up soon… Oh I hope one would pop up soon… I sighed heavily. "I doubt it…"
And guess what happened? As if on cue, the door to my room swung open and Bulma rushed in, stopping at my bed. I shot up to a sitting position and looked at her. Her hair was pale blue and reached down to her shoulders, her eyes were bright blue and she wore pink pajamas.
"What's wrong Bulma?" I asked, swinging my legs over the edge of my bed. Now I was wide awake. Bulma turned around and waved at me to follow her. "Follow me quick. You'll know more when he talks to you." She said, her voice, which sounded a little high pitched, was laced with excitement.
I jumped up and tilted my head to the side, stretching as I did. "What do you mean? Who is he?" I asked, my heart racing and tail twitching from excitement.
"Just come on!" She said eagerly as she hurried through the door and down the hall.
I shrugged and followed her down the hall. I was wearing my loose, black undershirt and dark grey pants, no shoes, no socks, and no light blue over-shirt. Bulma rushed down the dark hallway with a bright flashlight in her hand. I wondered what was up.
She stopped at the side door that led to a large yard next to the house and turned to me, turning the flashlight off and putting a hand on the door handle. "Okay," She started. "I don't know if this will shock you or not, but it shocked me pretty good.
I lifted an eyebrow. "Okay…" I said.
"You ready?"
I shrugged. "I guess."
She opened the door to the yard. In the middle of the grassy yard sat a large machine that stood on six long, skinny legs, and had a clear dome on the top that was open. Someone leaned against one of the legs of the machine, apparently waiting for something, or someone. Once my eyes adjusted to the dark, his details became clear. He was a young, familiar teenager with bright blue eyes and light purple hair that reached his upper neck. He noticed us and looked at us before he waved, a smile on his lips.
"Hey, long time no see Kiela." Trunks said.
A/N: Hahahaha! Trunks is back! This should be interesting... Don't be shy to leave a review too, I'd like to know what you guys think of this story and if you have any requests, or any problems, with the story. Until the next chapter guys!