"Trunks sweetie," Bulma asked in a sweet loving, caring, I-can-do-no- wrong type tone, that was what gave Trunks his first suspicion that something was up.

"Yes mother dearest," Trunks said smiling with an equally sweet tone just to humor her.

"Well you see honey Vegeta and I," Bulma began as Trunks then tuned her out. Something was indeed up. When did mom and Vegeta ever have a decent conversation in which they both agree with each other? NEVER! There up to something and he didn't like the smell of it could just be his mothers new cheap perfume YIKES it reeked! Of course he tuned her back in just to see what this was all about.

"We've decided that you need to be around other children your age," Bulma continued as Trunks once again tuned her out. VEGETA agreeing for me to be around other kids MY age. This was a joke right? Right? There was no way Vegeta would ever speak for the benefit of himself, Trunks in this manner. Bulma had to have forced him somehow someway.

"Vegeta has agreed to letting me send you to Boot Camp," Bulma finally finished. Trunks's eyes when wide at these words. This was some Joke! Some cruel JOKE! Vegeta 1- would never ever agree to anything his mother said. 2- Boot Camp?! Honestly?! 3- Bulma forced him to agree. She had to have!

"BOOT CAMP?! MOTHER PLEASE!" Trunks shouted enraged at the thought of leaving his lovely pampered home. "This is a JOKE RIGHT?! Your not literally considering shipping me off the the unknowns?! AND FATHER AGREED TO THIS?! When was this?! WHERE WAS I WHEN THIS HAPPENED! When this decision was being made! I knew you guys hated me BUT this is ridiculous!"

"We don't hate YOU!" Bulma said, "Well at least I don't."

"Mother think about it," Trunks said, "Your not thinking clearly, your sending your only son off to a hell whole out it the middle of no where. I WON'T GO! YOU CAN'T MAKE ME! I'LL DRAG YOU TO COURT IF I HAVE TO! THIS IS CHILD ABUSE!"

Bulma stared at Trunks, "That's IT no more TV!" She said shaking her head in dismay. Trunks gapped, "YOU CAN TAKE AWAY MY TELEVISION BUT YOU CAN'T TAKE AWAY MY WILL! I WILL NOT GO AND THAT'S FINAL!"

The next day Trunks was kicked out the door and on to the bus by Vegeta literally he was KICKED out the door.

"BYE SWEETIE HAVE A NICE TRIP!" Bulma yelled, "WRITE US EVERDAY AND TELL US WHAT'S GOING ON AND HOW YOUR DOING! She then started waving her son goodbye as Vegeta smirked.

"You know Bulma with the brat gone we have the house all to ourselves," Vegeta said smirking devilishly as Bulma grinned. They walked inside the house planning only Denda knows what.

One the bus Trunks sat pissed off as ever as all the kids around him sang the Cinderella song 'Bippity Boppity Boo' which was really annoying Trunks. He was 8 years old and forced to ride a bus full of retards and morons to a place out in the middle of nowhere all because his parents said so. Boy was his life dandy and good. Ooh it was the best! Trunks sighed 'why me' he thought sourly as he pushed the kid next to him out of the seat, might as well have a little fun while I'm here he though evilly.

At camp there new instructor walked up and down the line examining each and every one of the 'new recruits' as he put it. He was a tall bulk man somewhere in his 40s with gray hair already starting to come in over top his original dark brown hair and a short milk type mustache. Trunks thought he looked like your gym teacher from hell mixed with a Jackass Drill Sergeant.

"My name is Coach Killer," he spat out causing some of the kids to step back, "And from the looks of you all I take it you're a bunch of mama's boys." Trunks's eyes narrowed he did not like that comment very much nor did some of the other kids. One in particular coughed while saying 'jerk' this only made the coach snap his head in his direction.

"What's your name boy?" Coach Killer questioned eyes staring at the boy.

"Tom," the kid said.

"Well Tom," Killer said walking toward him, "I want you to DROP AND GIVE ME THRITY! MOVE IT! NOW!" Tom wide-eyed dropped down to his hands and knees and started doing push-ups.

"Let that be a lesson to all of you!" the coach said turning to face the other children, "I do not accept kids that are idiotic sissies like Tom! Anyone caught doing anything I find inappropriate will be force to do extreme acts of exercise until I say otherwise. DO YOU COPY THAT?" All the kids nodded mumbling a small 'yes sir' "I CAN'T HEAR YOU?" he shouted.

"YES SIR!" they all shouted.

"Good," he said smugly, "Leave to your assigned caverns, tomorrow you will be woken up at the crack of dawn! Then you training shall begin." With that said he left as the children scattered into their bunks. 'This is going to be one jacked-up camp' Trunks thought as he to made an exit to his bunk.