For our Futures

Ten Years Later

Ages

You: 10
Trunks: 11
Gohan: 19

Chapter 3

Ten Years Later

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Your head remained under the mass of covers, trying to keep the morning sunlight from pouring onto your face. It was still too early in your book and you were in no hurry to get up whatsoever. "__, it's time to get ready for school!" Chichi called out, knocking from the other side of your door. "Hurry up now!"

Your hands reached out from the covers for your pillow and folded one end of it to cover up both ears.

"__," she called out once again. "I know you hear me, so I expect you to get out of bed!"

You groaned and tiredly flipped the covers off your body. You began to swing your feet over to roll off the bed, but slipped off the edge and landed face-flat onto the floor, causing you to wake startled.

"Oww...my nose," you groaned after rolling onto your side with both hands over your nose and eyes tightly shut. After recovering from the fall, you sat up and began to rub the sleep from your eyes, once certain your nose was fine. You stretched your arms over your head while glancing over toward the window just over your bed.

You really didn't want to go to school. You never seemed to fit in. It wasn't that you were a pushover or anything like that, per se, but the other kids shun you-usually the other girls, due to the fact you were always with Trunks. Apparently you were about the only girl he would hang out with. One of the popular girls once told you she had a crush on your best friend and thought of you as her rival.

Of course, you weren't the type to care about crushes and boyfriends; you were a tomboy. You had better things to do than have a crush on a guy; Trunks was your best friend and nothing more. If he decided to go out with a girl, you wouldn't be bothered by it. What did bother you, however, would be other girls constantly stalking the two of you whenever walking or hanging out together.

'Today won't be any different,' you thought.

"__!" Chichi called out again, snapping you out of reverie.

"Coming, Mom!" you replied while getting ready and trying to hide the annoyance from hearing your name being called enough times.

It had been a decade since the Son family took you in. However, you weren't told about the day Gohan found you, or that your birth town was incinerated. Chichi did her best to bring you up as if she were your biological mother. As for Gohan, he still, at times, regretted not being there to say goodbye to his father. However, he'd smile every time you asked him if he was ok when catching him reminiscing over it. Of course, he would only tell you not to worry.

Sure, you knew who Goku was, but only assumed that he was your father.