Again, I'm so glad that everyone like this story so much, and yes, just for you, this chapter isn't going to be so sad…well…just a little…I'm pretty sure this is the last chapter, so enjoy! BTW, you all know I don't own DBZ, right? Of course you know. ^_~ And I forgot to mention, even though I don't really need to, that I don't own Creed or any of the copyrights for their songs, I just wanted to use it in the story. ^_^

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"Dad!" I hear the younger me whine, "What is that guy doing here? He's not really me is he?" He is pulling on my dad's pants trying to get his attention.

"Yes, that is the older you and he's from a different time. Now leave me alone!" Dad yells and stomps out of the room.

I can see that my younger self is shocked and he stands there and stares at me. I bet he's thinking, "This loser who has been crying like a baby is me?" His friend Goten steps in the doorway and looks around. I can tell he is so lighthearted and kind, I wonder why he is friends with that brat.

"Trunks," my mom says. We both look at her. "Trunks is going to be staying with us from now on. I want you to be nice to him…don't play any tricks on him because he can get back at you. He's older you know and has more experience playing tricks on people, understand?" Trunks nods, but I think my mom has just given him ideas. I can see the gears moving in his head as he plans on what to do to me. Mom sees it too. "Trunks…I'm warning you. Don't mess around with Trunks."

"Mom," he says, "Why would I mess around with me?"

My mom puts a hand to her forehead. "Oh dear," she says, "We're going to have to figure out what to call you two so you don't get mixed up."

"What about if you call the little Trunks 'Boy' and big Trunks 'Trunks?' Goten says.

Trunks growls at him. "No way! That's what Dad calls me and I don't like it. I'm not going to be called 'Boy' anymore. Maybe that Trunks should be called 'Boy,' not me."

"I have an idea!" Goten yelled jumping up and down, "We can call you Trunksman! Like Saiyaman, but in place of Saiya, we'll put in Trunks."

My younger counterpart didn't look too thrilled. "I don't want to wear Gohan's costume though…"

 "You don't have to, it's just something for us to call you. I think it's cool name."

"Okay," Trunks agrees. "Call me Trunksman, Mom, but don't make me a Trunksman disguise."

My mom laughed. "Okay, Trunksman, whatever you say."

He smiled and he and Goten ran out of the room.

"So," Mom said turning to me, "I guess we'd better find a place for you to stay. Do you have a particular room you want to stay in?"

"Yeah," I replied, drying the remaining tears, "If it's not already being used." I grabbed my suitcase and led her down the hall to where my room was in my time and gestured to the door. "This is it," I said.

"Hmm… I don't even know what's in here." She opened the door and we found a hospital bed and medical equipment inside. "Oh yeah, I remember this place. We converted this place into a hospital room after your dad had an accident in the gravity room. We haven't used this thing in years. We could convert it to a room if you want…"

"That'd be great," I said.

"For now," Mom said thinking, "I think we can find you a guest bedroom to stay in until we get you a bed to sleep in…That is unless you want to sleep in that hospital bed."

"No, that's okay, I've been in one of those one too many times in my life. I'd rather have my own bed."

She nodded and led me to an elevator and pressed a button to take us up to the top of the building. The elevator opened to a room with a domed ceiling, I guess we really did go right to the top.

"Okay," Mom said as she walked in. "This room is one that your dad used to use a looooong time ago before you were born. Sometimes we would get in fights and he wouldn't even want to be on the same floor as me. So, we put a bed up here and made it nice for his Royal Highness. He hasn't been up here in awhile, so I guess it's okay if you stay here. And don't worry that it's dusty or anything because I've had the maids clean this room too, just in case he ever wants to use it again."

"This will be great," I said. "Thanks Mom." I walk over to her and give her another hug.

"It's okay, Trunks," she says softly, patting my back. She knows I still miss my own mom. Who wouldn't? "I'm here for you. Now, I have a few things to tell you about this room," she said pulling away from me. "You can open the skylight over here," she gestured to a light switch and pressed a button which opened the skylight. It stretched across the whole top part of the dome and I imagine that I'd be able to see every star in the sky when night came. "I know that you have a sitting area over here, but if you press that button by the bed, that will pull the bed back into the wall and another sitting area will pop out of the floor. The bathroom is right over there and over here," she walked to a door, "is a balcony in case you want to go outside, or go flying or whatever you guys do." She closed the door and walked over to the other side of the room. "This, obviously is the dresser and you can put your stuff in here whenever you want to. This button on the dresser summons one of the maids if you need anything. That box on the wall is the intercom for whenever you want to talk to anyone in the building."

She continued to show me about the intercom, and the codes for the different rooms, and for the whole building. "Mom," I said, "I'll manage. Don't worry about it. Can I have another hug?"

She smiles again and squeezes me to her. After a while she pulled away again and said, "You're eyes look like puppy-dog eyes right now, Trunks. Maybe I should start calling you 'Puppy.'"

"Quit coddling the boy and giving him cutesy names. He's a warrior not a stuffed animal."

I always find it amazing that my dad can walk in quietly without a soul knowing and always managing to come in at the worst possible time.

"Well, excuse you, Vegeta, but I didn’t know you were invited up here."

"Woman, this is MY room, I'm always invited in my own room."

I saw the anger in my mom's eyes. "Oh I see," she said in a deadly voice, "Your room, huh? You don't consider OUR room YOUR room? Well then, maybe I'll just let you sleep here from now on then if that's what you want, oh Prince Vegeta."

He stood there staring at her, then burst out laughing. "Woman, you need to learn how to grovel better."

"Grovel?! I was not-"

Dad cut in, "You can have this room, boy. I haven't used in a long time and I don't intend to. Just don't touch anything that doesn't belong to you, you hear?"

I nodded, shocked at his sudden generosity.

He turned to mom. "Are you happy now?" I guess he's learned how to pacify her tempers. It had taken me a long time to figure out THAT puzzle.

"Yeah, I guess," Mom mumbled.

"Hey, so this is where everyone is!" I heard Goten say from the elevator.

"Hi, Mom," Trunksman said. "We're hungry, can you make us a little snack?"

Dad raised an eyebrow. "'Trunksman?' What the hell is that, boy? You're not turning into another stupid 'superhero' like Kakarrot's oldest brat, are you?"

"No, Dad," Trunks said, "This name is just to distinguish that Trunks from me. That way when someone calls us, we both won't come."

Mom pulled a capsule out of her back pocket and opened it. "There you go, boys," she said gesturing to the refrigerator. Trunksman and Goten attacked the fridge.

Mom folded her arms as she watched Dad and I grab some food out of the fridge too. "I can tell we're going to be a very happy family." Then she walked up and grabbed some food too and we all ate as a family, just what I wanted.

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Okay, thanks for reading, I hope you guys liked this fic! There is another one I wrote about Gohan's death with another Creed song called "Weathered." I don't think it's as sad as this one was, but it's still pretty good. If you want, you can read, if not, that's okay too. Thanks for all you're reviews! See ya!

~Lady Branwen~