(Ok, here I go. Warnings: Violence, swearing, swearing, oh Kami there's a lot of swearing, death, nakedness, kissing (some people find kissing offensive), swearing, Marilyn Manson praising, Eminem bashing, swearing, Canadian spelling. I think that covers it all…)

Bubun: Ichi

Trunks can you feel it? Feel the pain Trunks. The sweet pain of your demise… it will kill you Trunks.

Trunks gave out a quiet yell as the knife cut his wrist. Then warm blood slowly began to pour out, dying his skin with the liquid.

It tastes so good! Doesn't it… Trunks. Trunks. Trunks!

"Trunks!"

"WHAT!?!" Trunks sat up in bed sweating and frantically looking around. He then felt his wrists. They were ok.

"Trunks?"

Trunks looked up into his mother's concerned eyes and realised she had woken him up from the dream. But it had been so real… the pain was so real. He had felt the blood trickle down on his hand and then heard it as it dripped onto the floor, no, into water, breaking the perfect silence, perfect silence except for that voice. It was so soft and soothing, yet at the same time… deadly.

"Trunks talk to me!" Bulma grabbed his shoulders shaking him.

"AH! Mom!" Trunks finally snapped out of his little daze and Bulma took her hands away from her son.

"Are you ok? You were scaring me for a second there," Bulma said as her hands nervously played with themselves, she had never seen her son like this.

"Oh… I'm fine… I just had this really weird dream… it felt really real…"

"Wanna tell me about it?" Bulma asked concern written all over her face.

"No. It's ok. Really mom. Just a dream right?" Trunks said not too sure about his own words. Finally he realised something. His left hand was shaking. The one that had been cut in the dream, he quickly grabbed it with his right hand and grinned a bit at his mother.

"Well you better get back to bed then, your father is taking you training tomorrow morning and you don't want to be tired," Bulma said losing all the worry in her eyes and it was replaced with that of a bit of annoyance. She may love Vegeta, but neither her nor Vegeta would admit it to anybody other than themselves.

"Yeah, that's a good idea," Trunks then looked at the clock. 12:05am. He had had the dream at midnight then, he felt a shiver go up his spine. He looked out of his window expecting to see the moon, but there was none.

It was the beginning of a cycle.

"I'll just back to my T.V. then… if you have another dream…"

"I'll come get you," Trunks grinned. "Don't worry mom."

"I know you're 19, but I just get so worried about you sometimes."

"Don't."

Then Bulma left Trunks alone in the room. His heart shuddered and she closed the door and left him in darkness, he then let out the breath that he had been holding. What was wrong with him? It was just a damn dream.

But no matter how much he told himself that, not only could he not get back to sleep, but his hand didn't stop shaking until the sun came up.

*

"Trunks!"

"Wazza?" Trunks asked half dazed. He turned his head to see his father, Vegeta, glaring at him of sorts.

"What is wrong with you boy? Are you tired?" Vegeta asked, no, demanded as they flew threw the air.

Trunks couldn't get the dream out of his mind and he was tired from not getting any sleep last night. He had gone to bed at 9:00pm so that he could get a full night's rest. But no, instead he had to wake up from his mom shaking him at 12:00am and not get enough sleep. Of course, Trunks did wonder what could of happened if Bulma hadn't shaken him awake.

"Um, no, I was just thinking," Trunks partially lied.

"Well then go faster! This is too slow for my taste," Vegeta said and then flew ahead leaving Trunks in his wake. He sighed and then began to fly faster to match his pace.

Despite how many differences the two had and how they never really 'bonded', every month him and Vegeta would go off to train. It was a cycle that the two shared, they never said anything about it, but the first week of every month the two would fly off to some island to train so Trunks didn't get lazy with his training… of course then as soon as Trunks got back he would have to do an entire week worth of school work in one day… but surprisingly he didn't care. Maybe it was worth it to be able to spend this little time with his father every month. It was the only time the two were ever really together.

Feeling a little adrenaline Trunks decided to show off and try to fly even faster than his father, in a poor attempt to beat him to the island. Of course this normally only led to his father going faster than him and beating him there without breaking a sweat. Then he would laugh at the boy… but he always laughed at the boy. Trunks did attempt it though, and sure enough Vegeta sped up and in no time Trunks landed on the island where Vegeta already was and had been waiting for several minutes.

He was met with his father's cold laughter.

"What do you call that boy? You obviously have not been training enough," Vegeta scolded as he continued his laughing.

"Well… with all the school work I get-"

"Do not make excuses for yourself boy!" Vegeta scolded.

"Sorry dad," Trunks said putting his arm behind his head.

"Come on, we have to train," Vegeta then got up to walk away.

They'd fight for a bit, then go find themselves food, and finally they'd go to sleep. Not exactly what most people would call 'father + son' time, especially when most of it was yelling at Trunks for not being just as good if not stronger than Vegeta was. Vegeta didn't mean it in a mean way, it was just constructive criticism for 'the boy' to learn by and try to better himself. If he would never beat Kakarotto, then Trunks would have to. Of course, Vegeta knew that he would beat Kakarotto one day.

*

Trunks.

Trunks looked down at his wrist to find it cut again, and now he could see. Before he could just hear and feel. Now he could see a slender girl with a small build holding onto his cut wrist smiling to herself. The two were levitated it seemed, about a foot off ofwhatever may by the ground. No, he realised. It was water. What really shocked Trunks though was how directly under him a cloud of his own blood was forming.

You've hurt yourself Trunks.

"What?" Trunks looked to his right hand and saw it holding a bloody knife. "No!"

That isn't good Trunks… let me make it feel better.

Then she leaned over and by slightly moving her hands the cut started to bleed anew, and then she bent her small head down and started to lick the wound. Trunks' face turned to disgust and he winced as her small licks caused tremendous pain through his body. And then her hair, oh Kami, her long white hair began to inch towards him…

"NO!" Trunks screamed and found himself sitting in the middle of a forest. Beside him were some bones beside a died out fire. It was so cold; he was so cold and shaking. What had just happened? Who was that girl? He was sweating so much and as the cool breeze passed by he shuddered violently.

He suddenly looked up towards the moon; there was a small sliver where yesterday there had been none. He didn't have a watch or anything, but he could bet anything that it was just after 12:00am. Trunks then curled up into a fetal position. The feeling he had was so cold and empty inside. He almost felt like crying…

"What is the matter with you boy?" Vegeta's voice suddenly came from his right.

Trunks' head snapped up with tears just forming on the brim of his eyes to see his father standing right beside him, and if Trunks didn't know better he'd say that Vegeta was… worried. A tear then trickled down the right side of his face and we quickly wiped it away, but not fast enough for Vegeta to see it and arch an eyebrow.

"Are you… crying?" Vegeta asked out of more curiosity than worry it seemed.

"No, it was just cold, and the wind hit my eye and…" Trunks stumbled over his words. He did NOT need his father to think he was some sort of wimp. This was the only time they ever saw each other, why the hell was this happening to him?

Vegeta got a slight grin or snarl on his face. "You are a horrible liar…" Vegeta said and then turned to walk away.

"Shit," Trunks said silently as his father disappeared into the shadows of the forest. Then he felt it. Unlike last night his left hand wasn't shaking, no, his whole body was shaking, but there was a slight numbing pain where the cut would have been. "SHIT!"

*

The next day was a bit awkward; Things went just as they would have gone, but no talking. Trunks wasn't sure if Vegeta was mad at him for letting the tear slip. Vegeta wasn't too sure what 'the boy' had been crying about. It was odd. He had been meditating when suddenly he had felt Trunks' ki waver slightly, so slightly that he doubted he could have felt it if they weren't so close, then he had heard him scream out. So, he got to Trunks side very fast. He hovered above him for a bit in the opposite direction that he had been staring at, and then when he curled up he flew down to his side.

What had he been staring at? Why was he shaking so much? It hadn't been that cold. Then he remembered what Bulma had said before they left. She had just mentioned it on the side, and he had forgotten about it until now.

"He had a nightmare last night, started yelling in his sleep, so I woke him up and he got all… dissociated. He was staring at the moon, even though there was none, and wouldn't tell me about the dream."

The moon! Vegeta suddenly realised. Trunks had been staring at the moon. But why in the world…?

"Dad?" Trunks voice came from behind him as they finished their match. "Um… about last night…" Trunks was trying to find a way to explain it. He couldn't help it, the feeling was just so much that it had completely consumed him… but how the hell would he tell that to his dad?

Vegeta stifled a laugh, "Go find something to eat boy." The way he said it was so cold. Was Vegeta now trying to avoid his son? Did he hate Trunks all of the sudden for last night?

"Dad…" but Vegeta was already gone.

Trunks ruffled his hair with his right hand a bit frustrated. His left hand had, as pre usual, stopped hurting as soon as the sun came up, but he still didn't want to go through that again. The answer of course came easily to Trunks: 'Don't go to sleep'. How the hell was he going to keep himself occupied until past midnight though? He should have brought that manga…

Finally deciding he should eat something, Trunks went off in the opposite direction of his dad to go find something to eat… or go kill something to eat. There weren't very many things on this island though, and after two days of sparing, Trunks would be surprised if any of the island's inhabitants had stayed on the island and not swam to shore. Sighing Trunks figured it would be berries for dinner… and then breakfast tomorrow… and then dinner, seeing he would be fighting his father tomorrow he wouldn't have time for lunch so-

Trunks mind trailed off as the sun completely disappeared in the horizon. It must be about 7:00pm or something. He couldn't remember the exact time the sun was setting at the moment, but 7:00pm sounded just about right.

"Dammit, it's so much easier to find berries with light," Trunks grumbled a bit and then went on a frantic berry search while there was still a small amount of light. He never had any of the luck.

Finally Trunks found a bush of berries just as all light diminished and the stars started to come out.

Trunks…

"Huh?" Trunks looked around trying to find where the voice had come from. He suddenly felt so cold. Looking up he saw the moon a bit bigger right overhead. "But… it can't be midnight…"

You've hurt yourself Trunks.

"What the fuck?" Trunks grabbed the last of the berries and started back to where he had spent last night, but what good would that do? Without even really noticing it Trunks started to walk in Vegeta's direction.

That isn't good Trunks… let me make it feel better.

"Get the fuck away from me," Trunk said through clenched teeth. He wasn't dreaming, so why could he still hear that horrible voice? It was so evil. Suddenly Trunks doubled over in pain dropping his berries as his wrist started to throb with pain, it was just like when that girl had been licking it the night before, only this time she wasn't, and he got even more worried.

Picking himself up and forgetting the berries, he started to walk faster towards his father. For some reason he felt that if he was near him, he would feel better. No, he would feel safe with his father… or anybody for that matter, but if he left the island, if he thought about leaving Vegeta would think he was a lunatic, or worse a coward and disown him or something.

Trunks can you feel it? Feel the pain Trunks. The sweet pain of your demise… it will kill you Trunks.

"Shut up," Trunks said silently and then walked right into Vegeta.

"Shut up?" Vegeta was actually hoping that he was talking to him… even though he hadn't been talking he has hoping that 'the boy' had been talking to him and not someone that wasn't even there.

"Oh, dad. You surprised me," Trunks said a bit dumfounded that he hadn't noticed Vegeta sitting there.

"Are you blind boy? I was sitting right here-"

"Nice night isn't it?" Trunks desperately attempted to make conversation.

Vegeta raised an eyebrow. "Are you feeling well?" Vegeta was not about to let him telling nobody to 'shut up' drop, especially when he had been crying last night.

"Oh me?" Trunks asked and Vegeta wondered whom else he could have been asking. Maybe Trunks wasn't feeling too well. "Oh I'm feeling fine, just fine and dandy. Yup, there's absolutely nothing wrong."

"I almost wish you could lie…" Vegeta said in his monotone voice.

"I can lie," Trunks attempted to defend himself.

Vegeta then began to laugh. Trunks smiled; at least the subject was changed. "You cannot even lie at saying that," Vegeta said and then turned back to his fire. "I should train you to lie as well as fighting, which by the way, needs a lot of improvement. How can you call yourself a Saiyan-Jin when you fight so… horribly."

"Only compared to some," Trunks mumbled and sat down beside him.

Both were relieved to change the subject, but deep down inside in a little room that Vegeta barely opens, he was really worried about his son.

*

As Trunks and Vegeta talked on and off through the night, Trunks got thinking about the dream, he starting thinking about the first one, and he suddenly realised the voices had been two different people. The first hadn't been the girl. It was a man. The realisation made him shudder again, there was two then. Would there be another person this night… Midnight was approaching; he wasn't tired so there was no way that he would fall asleep…

"Are you cold?" Vegeta asked coldly and almost mockingly as he noticed Trunks shudder.

"Uh… no, just had a creepy thought," Trunks grinned a bit trying to hide the fear that crept up through him.

"Oh? What?"

"Nothing…"

"That you can tell me?

"What?"

"Nothing that you can tell me?"

"Uh... no-"

Suddenly Trunks was no longer sitting by the fire with his father, he was back over the bloodied water with that girl still licking his wrist and her hair still creeping towards him… but it was impossible for him to be there… he was still awake. The hair then fastened itself to his forearms almost cutting circulation and causing extreme pain.

"What the? How the hell?" Trunks asked shocked beyond belief that he could be having a dream if he was awake… but wouldn't that mean that this wasn't a dream, that it was real.

I'm a lot more powerful than before… Trunks.

Trunks shook his head as the hair tighten and circulation was getting cut off to both his arms… but he could still feel the pain in his wrist, he was just thankful that she wasn't licking it anymore. She stared into his eyes with a cold stare. Her eyes were white. No pupils, no iris, just a deep abyss of white.

"What are you?"

You always thought I was so weak, that you would have to 'protect' me. But you never did!

Her eyes started to glow.

EVERY PROMISE YOU MADE TO ME YOU BROKE!

"I have no idea who you are!" Trunks protested as he lost all feeling in his arms, except his left wrist of course.

LIAR!!!

Trunks suddenly felt himself smash into something very hard. He looked around and found he was back on the island. He was shaking. Trunks then noticed that he was beside a cliff or something… who had done that?

"Go home boy."

Trunks suddenly looked to his right to find his father standing beside him with a scowl. What the hell was going on? How in the world had any of what just had happened happen… Trunks' mind began rambling. It wasn't a dream… it was real…

"What just happened?" Trunks asked getting back to his feet finding a new ounce of strength to feed off of.

"I could ask you the same thing," Vegeta answered in his royal fashion not moving from the position he was in. "You simply started to stare off into the distance… so I awoke you."

"You couldn't have just shook me or something!?!" Trunks suddenly yelled at his father, Vegeta was taken aback but didn't let it show.

"I tried," Vegeta hissed out.

"I bet! Like you give two shits about me anyway!"

"What is the matter with you?" Vegeta's face was suddenly showing his anger, what in the world was Trunks so mad about anyway? He had been helping him… in his own way of course.

"What's the matter with me!?! I just got slammed into a fucking cliff!!! What's the matter with you!?!" Trunks shoved his father accusingly and was met with a cold glare.

"It is not like a hit you that hard, you would have gone far past this cliff had I."

"It doesn't matter dad!"

"Go home boy," Vegeta repeated the first thing he had said and was met with a dumbfounded look. Obviously Trunks hadn't heard him the first time.

"What do you mean?" Trunks suddenly lost all his anger and hostility.

"Something is not right with you, go home," then Vegeta turned and walked away.

"Otousama…"Trunks mumbled and then his knees gave out. Wherever the anger had come from in the first place had suddenly diminished and he was left weak and hollow. "Don't…" he suddenly felt his eyes blacking over, "leave me… again."

(Author here! I decided I was going to explain a bit about the beginning of this lovely… well actually… not so lovely story. First of all, I began writing it when I was very depressed and this story popped into my head! *I'm feeling much better now though* It seems most of my stories are written on a very down note *except Juuban High* and that's why it's very difficult to continue writing them because I have to get in that mood again, but that's not what I'm here to say. I have come to explain some things. First of all, 'Otousama' is another way of saying 'Tousan' and for those people who don't know Japanese that means father. 'Otousama' is just much more formal. Yes well. I decided that because most people don't know Japanese out there that I wouldn't use it too often, and there's a good reason he says it there, but well… I'm not giving anything away. Now, 'Yume Mi' means 'Dream Watcher' *I think, I got this translation from 'X'*, I suppose it could also translate as 'The Dream Watcher' and I'm not sure if that's properly spaced, but I know for sure that 'Yume' means 'Dream' *rambles on for a bit more*. And for the first bit, 'bubun' means 'part' and 'ichi' means 'one'. So, any questions e-m me at [email protected], and PLEASE REVIEW!!! I WANT YOUR IMPUT!!! Arigatou, Sayonara.)