The rain, like it had been for almost a week, poured in a violent frenzy. Flash flood warnings would be sounded throughout this part of Japan, if there were anyone left alive to hear it. Without the rain, there would be no difference. It is gloomy and bleak no matter what time of day or what season it was. Nothing ever changed. Trunks took into accepting this kind of scenery, secured with the knowledge that he was able to alter the past so this future would not repeat itself.

Trunks stood on top of a pile consisting of broken concrete and steel, all that is left of a skyscraper that had once stood tall and proud. Fortuneatly, he was wearing a clear pancho without a hood over his Capusle Corp. jacket to keep most of his body dry. This was his mother's idea, Trunks forced himself to believe that was so. However, she's been dead for over almost two years now. Don't stand outside in the rain Trunks, pneumonia can kill you Bulma used to tell him long ago. Well Okaasan, Trunks thought, you didn't think that depression over the lost of Father could kill too did you?

Within a few seconds Trunks' hair was soaked to the scalp and dripping wet down to the ends. He didn't care as he tucked most of it behind his ears. As the wind picked up, it gave off a frost-like chill in the air, compliments of the rain. There was nothing left to look forward to here, only to be reminded of the many millions of people who have died in the struggle for ultimate destruction of the world. Vejiita, Trunks' father, was one of them.

Bulma never really mentioned much about Vejiita to Trunks. When she was near to breaking down into heavy tears she would tell stories, but Trunks respected his mother's wish to keep the memories of her late husband in her heart only and so he never really asked. He had found his answers though, when he traveled to the past. Okaasan of the past was delighted to see how tall and strong her newborn son would grow up to be, although felt sorry that this older version of her child had lived through such pain and suffering.

Vejiita-san of the past had also taken interest in knowing that his chubby runt of a son would become a great Saiya-Jin warrior, much like himself. Of course, knowing the Prince of Saiya-Jins, he normally kept this fascination to himself. That was just fine. Trunks finally learned and realized that his father did in fact care about him.

It was because of this that Trunks sometimes envied his past self, who was come to be known as chibi Trunks. This young infant would live a much happier life and would know of his parents' love for him. Chibi Trunks has so much to look forward to in life, without having to watch death every moment of every second of everyday that passed by.

Trunks sighs, taking in the fact that such a powerful fighter like himself could have so much things on his mind. Weary of this long and tiresome stroll down memory lane he flies off to his home, the only building left standing on the entire planet. It casted an eerie chill deep within his soul, the knowledge. The fact that he, Trunks Briefs, was the last survivor of this long dead world.