Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball Z or the song "Someone Else's Star" sung by Bryan White. I am simply writing about them.
Author's Note: This is a songfic, and song lyrics are in italics. If I mess up any of the lyrics, I am terribly sorry. If you can't tell, the boy in this story is Trunks.

Alone again tonight
without someone to love

I lie awake in my bed, thinking about a subject that crosses my mind all too often. Love. More specifically, the lack of someone to love. Well, I have lots of people to love. My parents, my little sister, my friends. But that's a... a... different kind of love. It's like a brotherly kind of love. I'm looking for the kind of love a boy has for that special girl. I need that kind of love.

The stars are shining bright
so one more wish goes up

I roll over onto my stomach and prop myself up on my elbows. As I look around my room, the gleaming stars outside of my window catch my eye. They're so beautiful. When I was a little boy, I loved to look up at those same stars and try to find the different constellations that I had once seen in a field trip to a planetarium. I could never find a single one, though. But as I look up at the millions of tiny suns tonight, I'm not thinking about constellations. I'm thinking about wishes. I pick out a star that I haven't wished on yet and quietly mutter the poem.

Oh I wish I may
and I wish with all my might
for the love I'm dreaming of
and missing in my life

I finish the wishing star poem and look up at the little star that I had picked tonight. "I wish for the love I'm dreaming of. I wish for the love that's missing in my life." The star sparkles a bit as if to say that it heard me. I can only hope. I know that it sounds stupid. I know that stars can't really grant wishes. But for some reason I still try. I try every night. It hasn't worked yet.

You'd think that I could find
a true love of my own

Yeah, if I didn't know any better, I'd think that, too. I guess I'm pretty good looking. And there are certainly enough girls who think I'm the greatest. Girls who'd love to be my girlfriend. I overhear girls at work talking about me and saying how cute I am. I wouldn't be surprised if I found that I have a fan club. I've gone out on a couple of dates with some of those girls, but they're not for me. I think that they're more interested in my looks and my money than the actual me. I want a girl who can love me for who I am.

It happens all the time
to people that I know

Lots of people I know are in love. Lots of them have found the happiness that I long for. I smile as I think of my buddy, Goten. He's one who always seems to have a girlfriend. He's with Paresu, now. Whenever I see them together, they look so happy. They love each other. I want that kind of love. Goten always tells me to just keep waiting, and that I'll find someone really soon. But I'm tired of waiting.

Their wishes all come true
so I've got to believe
there's still someone out there who
is meant for only me

There has to be someone out there. Someone I'm meant to be with. There is somebody for everybody. Isn't there? I hope so. And I hope I find the one for me.

I guess I must be wishin'
on someone else's star
It seems like someone else
keeps gettin' what I'm wishin' for

I clench my fists and can't help but wonder if I'm wishing on somebody else's star. Maybe I keep wishing for someone else to find the right girl. It sure seems like it. Someone else always seems to be getting what I wish for on those stars every night. Perhaps I just need to find my star. I sure haven't found it yet.

Why can't I be as lucky as those other people are
I guess I must be wishin'
on someone else's star

How am I going to find my star? It's one in a trillion. It would be pure chance if I happen to stumble upon it any time soon. Come to think of it, it would be pure chance if I find it before I die. What if I never find my star? What if I wish on someone else's star for the rest of my life?

I sit here in the dark
and stare up at the sky

I raise myself up off my bed and I walk over to the window. I open it and a nice, cool breeze blows into my room. I jump out of the window and fly up to the roof. I lie on my back on the top of my house and stare up at the stars, wondering which one is mine. A cool breeze blows and rustles my hair. I shiver a little. A T-shirt and boxers aren't exactly the thing you'd want to wear on a cool autumn night like this.

But I can't give my heart
one good reason why
everywhere I look
it's lovers that I see

I turn from the stars and gaze upon the moon. It's a beautiful full moon. It looks just about as lonely as me. It's all alone up there in a sea of stars. Just like me. I'm all alone surrounded by lovers. Everywhere I look there are people in love. I can't take a walk in the park without breaking into tears. There are so many couples there. Some are kissing, some are having picnics, and some are sitting in the grass, not talking, just enjoying the other's company. I can't stand seeing others with the sort of happiness that I don't have. I know it's selfish. It's just that it makes me sad to think of what I could have, but don't.

Seems like everyone's in love
everyone but me

Maybe I'm exaggerating a little, but I feel like the only one who's not in love. I feel like the only one who hasn't met that special someone. Am I the only one in the world who doesn't have the happiness that love brings? No, of course not. But it sure feels like it.

I guess I must be wishin'
on someone else's star
It seems like someone else
keeps gettin' what I'm wishin' for
Why can't I be as lucky as those other people are
I guess I must be wishin'
on someone else's star

"Which one of you is mine?" I ask the stars, as if they'll answer me. "Which one will grant my wish?" Now I'm talking to stars? I put my hands to my face and massage my forehead. "Where is my star?" I ask myself.

"What are you talking about, Boy?" asks a voice, interrupting my thoughts. I sit straight up and turn around. Standing behind me is the last person I thought I'd see on the roof this late at night. My father.

"F-f-father?" I manage to say.

"Yes, now what are you babbling about?" He lowers himself slowly to sit next to me. His tone is different. He usually sounds really angry when he talks, but now he sounds... almost content.

"Um, well, there's a kind of love that I'm missing in my life. And I've been trying to find the right girl for me, but I can't find her. So I've been wishing on a star every night for a few months. I've been wishing to find that love. But I never find it. Other people find it, so I think I'm wishing on someone else's star. I was trying to find my star." I regret it as soon as I say it. Whatever respect Dad has for me is now being washed away. A toilet flushing sound haunts me from the back of my mind.

"That's foolishness. Stars are only big hot orbs millions of miles away from us. They have no power to grant wishes like Shenlong."

"I know." I hang my head. I sure feel stupid. I should've stayed in my room and watched the stars through the glass.

"Then why do you do it?"

"I guess because it makes me feel better." What a lame answer.

My father sighs. "I once felt the way that you do." I look at him, surprised. He's not yelling at me for being foolish like he would normally do. Instead it looks like he's going to tell me a story. Woah. What's the sudden change in him? He continues. "All of the Saiyan women were gone and I thought that I could never find love. Frieza destroyed all I had ever loved, and I felt that he had destroyed all I ever could love. So I pushed all feelings of love to the depths of my heart and let hate take over. But I was lonely. Then, I met your mother, and love resurfaced in my heart. Love is found in the strangest of places, and if I can find it, surely you can, my son." He turns his face and looks up at the sky.

I stare at my father. I had never heard him say anything like that. Hearing encouragement from him makes me feel a whole lot better. I guess it's because he's my dad. Maybe advice and encouragement works better when you get it from your parents. Or maybe it makes me feel better because Dad's never like this. Maybe the rarity makes it more valuable or something. "Yeah. Thanks, Dad," I say to him. "Um, why are you up here?"

He points at the moon. "I like to see the full moon. Something about it makes me feel... calm." It must. I've never seen my dad like this. I remember what I was thinking about the moon earlier and I tell this to my father. He chuckles. "It might look lonely, but somewhere, far away next to some other planet, there's another moon that looks just as alone."

Slowly, the realization of what his words mean sinks into my head. Of course! Why hadn't I ever thought of it that way before? Somewhere out there, my true love is looking for me. Just like I'm looking for her. There is someone who feels just the way I do. Someone out there shares my pain. Once we meet, that pain will be gone.

Why can't I be as lucky
as those other people are
oh I guess I must be wishin'
on someone else's star