After a long ride through the countryside, night had drawn near so Phillip decided to set up camp. Trunks was asked to hunt for dinner while Phillip got everything ready. The warrior strolled through the forest until Phillip's campfire could no longer be seen. He hovered a few feet above the ground before taking flight and stopping himself in mid-air, this time above the forest canopy. His eyes were fixed to the sky as it changed from baby blue to purple. Shifting his gaze towards the sun the warrior saw the horizion glow with shades of red, orange, and yellow as the bright golden disc sank into the distance. So much like home the thought suddenly intruded into his head.

A feeling of serenity came over Trunks, something that was rare to him. He believed that watching the sunset was the cause of it, for that was what he felt everytime he watched one.

As stars slowly appeared across the sky and twinkled in an almost playful manner, Phillip had begun to worry about Trunks. Then a few moments after, the warrior emerged from the dark woods carrying the carcass of a large deer by its legs. Phillip noticed the animal had been gutted and cleaned of blood, ready to be eaten. He nodded his head in apporval.

"Ye hath done well."

Once their supper had ended, they decided to converse for sometime before going to sleep.

"Lad, I believe ye should change identity." Phillip said politely

The warrior's brow wrinkled in confusion, "Nani? Err....Why do you say that?"

"Ye should change hair color as well."

Trunks frowned,"I...I don't understand."

"Gabrielle and I both know ye is not of this land nor are you like normal people. The people you will meet, especially the King, they will know not. It must stay that way." Phillip paused but continued before Trunks could question, "It is simple, lad. Gabrielle and I saved ye from going to jail and from possible death. However, the two men in which ye displayed your remarkable powers to may try to cast great harm unto ye."

Remarkable powers? It took the warrior two seconds to remember his encounter with the two knights. Oh....that.

"You.....you were there....watching me?" asked Trunks with a stutter.

"Aye lad. Matter of fact, I was the instructor of the two ye had faced. I was away from the battlefield to observe the two as they were practicing their jousting skills."

More confusion followed by uneasiness swelled within the warrior, "Then why have you...."

Phillip laughed, "Gabrielle and I are kind folk. Although ye is a foreigner and an odd one at that, we see strength and courage within ye. Your heart shows that ye is a good man."

The warrior looked down for a moment, to let the words spoken by the experienced knight sink into his mind. After a time he looked up and nodded his head, "Thank you."

"Har! Har!" chuckled Phillip, "we have strayed from the more important topic at hand. Has ye come up with a name to be called by amongst the people of Camelot?"

Trunks thought it over for a good five minutes before replying to Phillip. "I have."

"Excellent, lad. What hath ye chosen?"

"Well, I have a few ideas."

After discussing the matter further, both the warrior and the knight covered themselves up with woolen blankets and fell asleep underneath the starry twilight.

***The grand marble staircase appeared before him like before. The same glowing brightness shined down upon him from the top of the stairs and once more he made the attempt to make it up there. The platform looked the same as what he saw before except in the middle a fire was burning from within a small wide metallic bowl. Even as the fire danced before Trunks, the silhouette figure was still unrecognizeable.

The figure seemed to look up at the warrior and remove what seemed to be a black cloak, the silhouette almost transforming to the form of a female before his own eyes. Trunks took a step forward, and then another, trying to reach her. At each step she became more and more alarmed, as if telling the warrior not to get any closer, but with each step the physical features of the woman began to show clearer. She was tall and slender, with raven black waist-length hair. Everything about her seemed perfect. The warrior could not resist.

Once Trunks was standing in front of the woman she bent her head down so he could not see her face. He hooked a finger under her chin and slowly lifted it up. From what he could tell, her face was of perfect form as well, much like the rest of her body. But just as he was trying to look for and gaze into the woman's eyes, everything around him spouted into pillars of flame.

"What's going on?!" the warrior looked from left to right frantically at all the fire columns that erupted around him. When his eyes returned to the woman, she too suddenly bursted into flame. Trunks' eyes widened and looked upon the sight with horror. The woman made a high pitched scream as the fire engulfed her and soon she was now where to be seen. The heat from the flame pillars intensified, becoming greatly unbearable. Just when he thought things couldn't get any worse the floor below him trembled violently and cracked into pieces like shattered glass. The warrior tried to fly but his stomach felt as though twenty tons where resting on it, leaving Trunks falling into the darkness.

The abyss surrounded him, giving him much ache within his soul. Slowly, ever so slowly, the darkness overcame him.........***

Trunks sat up from where he slept, sweat pouring down his face. It took him a few moments to slow his breathing and after doing so he inhaled a lungful of air and exhaled quietly. What does this all mean? He should his head and went back to his slumber surprisingly for him, without anymore disturbances.

The next morning Trunks was awakened by a few kicks in the foot. The warrior groaned and muttered towards Phillip to leave him alone. Phillip laughed and agitated the warrior some before before Trunks finally decided to fully wake up.

"Ye hath been a heavy sleeper." the knight grinned.

Trunks yawned and nodded, "Always am."

Once breakfast had finished and the campsite cleaned, the two got back on their horses and started once again down the dirt road. When the sun reached its midway point, they stopped to take a rest from the noon heat. Turning their horses loose to graze, both the knight and saiyajin sat near a small lake to refresh themselves. Not more then a minute passed before Phillip began chuckling to himself while looking at Trunks.

"What's so funny?" the saiyajin asked. The knight replied with a gesture to the surface of the lake. Trunks turned his head where, in his reflection, was his young face. Same blue eyes, same facial features, everything was the same. Except....

"What did you do to my hair?!" shouted Trunks.

"Nothing really lad. It was just a minor change."

A minor change, my foot. The warrior stared at this new face longer, realizing that while he was asleep Phillip had somehow changed his the color of his hair from lavendar to a brownish-black (try to imagine this one folks ~_^) color.

Phillip simply snickered, "Gabrielle made some dye. Have no fear, you look fine."

This is crazy! I look so Kami-forsaken stupid his mind kept rambling on and on. The saiyajin picked up his belongings and quickly saddled up his horse before Phillip even stood up. The knight got his things ready to go shortly afterward, not saying much. By the look on Trunks' face, Phillip knew he was furious.

"Take it easy lad." he started, "we..."

"Need to keep the truth hidden?" Trunks cut the knight off.

Phillip nodded, "Aye."

"Good intentions are involved, so I can forgive you." the saiyajin paused and put on a mocking smirk, "someday."

It took another full day and night for the two to continue travelling. The sun had just begun its path out of the horizon when Phillip and Trunks made it to the famous stronghold of King Arthur. The walls of the castle stood tall and sturdy, made with solid limestone. A wide canal surrounded the castle entirely which made an oak drawbridge the only means of entering and exiting Camelot. The knight and saiyajin brought their horses to a stop. Phillip then called out to the guards that stood right behind the castle's outer walls for permission to enter.