This is my first fic, and my first AU fic. In this AU, it follows the marai AU except that before Goku died, he had gotten Chichi pregnant. And the androids strike 3 years late when Trunks was four. I don't mention any names in this chapter but it is pretty obvious. The identity of the characters would unravel itself in this chapter. Please R&R:)

"Daddy, where are we going?" the child looked up, tears brimming in his eyes. "As far away as possible." His father replied, not bothering to look at him. "How about the others?" he asked again. He received no reply-an awkward silence was suspended between both of them and all the child could hear was his father's heavy breathing. "Daddy? Mummy and the other's are going to be alright, right?" "Shush child..." The man ran his fingers through his son's limp, lavender hair. He stopped, and paused to look around him, to see how far he had gone, to see if they were still on his tail. To see if there were any more places in the world to hide. "Daddy?" the four year old inquires again. "His father's onyx eyes look down into his. "Is everything going to be okay?" His father hesitated before replying, "Yes, son. Everything is going to be fine." The child buried his head into his father's chest and collapsed, crying.

He picked him up and brought him into the cave. "Now son," he said, setting his child down "I need you to listen to me very carefully, alright?" The kid nodded. "I want you to stay in here. Don't go outside, no matter what you hear, understand? It's too dangerous. I want you to stay in this cave and wait for me or your mother, got that? No matter what you are not to leave. But if-and I mean only if-they come, you are to run away as fast as possible, no matter what happens you are not to turn back. Clear?" The kid nodded again. "Good," his father heaved a sigh of relief. He stood up to leave. "Daddy? You are coming back, right?" He saw his father stop at the edge of the cave. There was a pause, and without turning back he said yes. But he stood there for a while and finally stalked back and swept his child into his arms. "I love you..." he whispered. His son faltered a little-his father was not a man of such words. But instead he wrapped his arms around the man's neck and wept, instead of commenting-it was not the time. "I love you too, Daddy." With that he took off.

That was three hours ago. The four year old looked up into the sky, and saw the streaks of red that lined the sky all the way to the horizon. The setting sun had always warmed and amazed him, but today he felt that the red streaks resembled the blood of his friends and family. He did not stop the tears that followed. As much as he didn't want to believe it, he knew-deep down in his heart he knew, that his father was not coming back. He had never felt so utterly alone before.

He decided he needed to go home. It was just an instinct, a hunch, but he needed to return to his house. Something needed to be done. he wasn't sure what, but he was confident that he needed to go. So he headed home. In which direction he was going he had no clue, but he just had a feeling. An instinct that needed to be followed. And so he arrived at Capsule Corp. The place was in ruins. What he had once regarded as his home was destroyed in just a matter of seconds. He felt a rage boiling within him. He needed to destroy. He needed vengeance. He needed to avenge everyone. He needed... from the corner of his eye he spotted a small movement. A streak of raven hair. He rushed over although part of him resisted, thinking he raised his hopes too high. Who could possibly have survived this? But the child's curiosity overtook him. And he saw another. A pair of dark eyes, reddened and puffy, full of tears. The four year old recognized him at once. Instinctively he brought the younger child close to him and hugged him, stroking his hair, soothing him. Both kids stopped crying. It was there and then, at that very moment, the older child found the desire to love and protect. Perhaps he wasn't alone in this world after all.