Maybe because the Saiyajin race has been dead for 50 years�
His head screamed at him. �Shut up!� Trunks spoke roughly to his mind.
Or maybe you are over reacting because there is no possible way that anyone could have Saiyajin blood in them unless you were doing a little hard pumpin, or your mother and father hid something from something from you�
�Shut up!� Trunks said again gripping his head.
His muscles felt cramped, and his nerves were jumbled. He had never felt so out of control in his life.
�Mom.� He asked, feeling like a scared 3 year old. His mother had an answer. His mom knew everything.
�I, I�I don�t know what to say�to you Trunks�� Bulma said tiredly, rubbing her eyes. Trunks saw briefly the lines of worry in her forehead. But in a second, they were gone, overshadowed by a tumble of aqua hair.
�How? How is this possible?� Trunks asked sounding rather deranged. *This is insane!* His sensible sub consciousness yelled for the billionth time.
� I don�t know, Trunks!� Bulma said eyes flashing. �I don�t know!� She laid her head into her hands. � I never thought I�d have to deal with any of this crap�since your father died.�
Trunks sighed, feeling awkward, not knowing what to say.
�Where is she?� He asked, his face a masked grimace. Bulma looked at him, his father�s face on the other side of the color wheel.
�She is wandering around.� Bulma said, fingering a wisp of hair thoughtfully, although she was stressed. �I didn�t think she would steal anything.�
Trunks ran his hand through his hair, thinking. �What should I say to her? Do you think she knows?�
�Trunks, her father can only be one of four people: Vegeta, Goku, Gohan�or you, which is highly unlikely.� She lifted her eyebrows at him
�Mom! She isn�t mine, I will tell you that. I�m too young to have spawned her.� He stared wide-eyed at his mother.
�Hmmm�yes. You are right.� She turned back to the analyzed blood readouts. �She is about 16 or so��
Trunks laughed lightly. �She is probably dad�s�� he thought wryly.
�I will go find her mom.� He stated heading towards the door. Bulma spun to face him, still in her swivel chair.
�Don�t scare her, Trunks. You already knocked her out today, and likely she is confused as you are.�
Trunks nodded. He was confused. What was he feeling? Anger? Sadness?
Excitement�.?
