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[06 Jul 2009|05:30am] |
history: Only a few weeks after Turnkis' first birthday, his tiny little world was already turned upside down. At a barbeque with his mother, father, and family friends, disaster struck. Two hitmen broke into the summer home and executed every living thing in it... or so they thought. The anxious Bulma thought fast to save her young, and hid under the floorboards in a place she used to play as a kid. In only 24 hours, Turnkis and Bulma were in police care and being put into Witness Protection in New York City. They were given very little information, with only whispers of the Italian mob and cocaine money...
Bulma lost her family, her father's company, her looks and her entire identity. Her son was all she had left, and she smothered him in affection. The two inherited all the money from her father, but to Bulma it was pointless without being able to create and invent the way she could working with him. She was an inventor at heart, and in her new life was stuck teaching children at a preschool. When her son was in her class, she could already tell he was smarter than other kids his age, but had a learning block she couldn't quite identify. It didn't take her long to realize her son was dyslexic, evident as soon as he started learning to spell. He began spelling his name "Trunks", and was hardpressed to understand it wasn't correct. Despite herself, Bulma began calling him the name he wrote. "If that's what you want to call yourself, son, who am I to argue?" she joked, almost ignoring any seriousness regarding the disorder.
As the years went on, Bulma continued to feed both her and Trunks' disorders, which ranged from anxiety to ......, forever declaring there was nothing wrong with either of them. And even if there was, why did it matter? They had each other to lean on, and that was all they needed. Trunks didn't need to be perfect for anyone as long as he was perfect in his mother's eyes. Growing up in an environment as such, convinced the world had turned their back on them, Trunks was his mother's biggest supporter. He knew she had her problems, but to him she could do no wrong. They lived content in the small house they were placed, living and doing what society expected, then returning to sanctuary with the only person who understood them.
Though mother and son were completely honest with each other, Bulma rarely told Trunks anything about their past. He pieced a lot of the story together over the years, though he tried to avoid the subject because it upset her. The fact that they were forced into hiding infuriated him, and his anger only rose the more he realized how unhappy his mother was after her life's work and dreams were taken from her. Although they were completely honest with each other, Trunks chose not to let his mother see his pent-up rage. It was better for her not to worry, after all.
The first time Trunks' school suspended him for fighting, he was afraid she would be disappointed. She didn't say much, just looked at him softly, a grin offset by tears swelling in her eyes. "You're so much like your father," was the only thing he could get out of her, besides worry and hugs. The more fights he got into, the more she acted as if it wasn't a problem. She decided homeschooling would keep him safe, and so she did her best to keep him at home. Safe.
Though, no matter how sheltered he was, Bulma couldn't curb her son's thirst for revenge. It wasn't fair they had to live like this, they weren't the murderers. And why couldn't the police just take justice on the people who killed his family? They apparently knew the group that did it, how could they continue getting away with things like this? Trunks had it in his mind to do something to take justice. Nobody was there to help them, he had to take care of his mother, he had to avenge the lost. He had to fight.
Though his intelligence was far above average, after being pulled out of school, he focused more on learning to fight. Mostly self-taught, he learned from movies, videos, video games, books, anything he could get his hands on and had anything to do with martial arts. It didn't take him long to run into a mentor, Gohan, who taught him much of what he knows now. For years the two trained together, much against Bulmas wishes. Her anxiety led her to worry for her son constantly, and though Trunks would do anything for his mother, he insisted learning to fight was best for both of them.
When Trunks was just beginning to feel confident enough to track down his nemesis, his mother went missing. He searched endlessly for three days and nights, until her body was finally found in the river. No evidence found was circumstantial to murder. But by the time it was determined, Trunks no longer cared. His mind was made up, if it was anything at all... He had to get revenge...
Gohan, being the only person close to Trunks, decided it was best to keep the vengeful kid in a place he couldn't hurt anybody, especially himself.
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