A'rite, all'ya readers in internet land..if you read the first Waterford log, you may have noticed that I had it end with a sleeping Trunks, but the next log was a perfectly awake Trunks, healed and landing there, the arena completed. Well, what happened in the short space between the two logs. Well, read on..

The lavender-haired figure literally flopped down onto the bed in the small guest room. Not even covering up, he was almost asleep. With two quick foot movements, he had his orange boots off, crossing his legs at the ankles. "Ah, this is almost better then home!", the youth exclaimed to nothing in particular. Indeed the bed in the unknown in was almost identical to the one back at Capsule Corp. Closing his ice-blue eyes, the youth, Trunks, fell quickly asleep.

Outside, that storm raged on, pelting the small inn in an immense amount of rain. But, surprisingly enough, the building didn't have one leak. Through the small window in Trunks' room, the intense lightning could be easily seen--with every bolt the small room was covered in a blue. But there was something else about that storm, something more pressing... To the east of the inn, was the 'arena', but, unbeknownst to Trunks, breaking up that huge rock was going to have SERIOUS repercussions. From the cracks in the rock, two spirits of the past emerged…their intent was unknown. As the storm kept going, the two spirits made their way towards the inn--more importantly--towards Trunks!

"Yes, this boy ought to do.", murmured one of the spirits, as it peered down at Trunks.

"But, sir," the other spirit interrupted, "do you think we should do it? He had no idea."

"Pish posh! He broke the rules, so he gets punished…exactly 100 years of haunting, damnation and the like." The other spirit answered back.

"But he's just a child, he has his entire life ahead of him. We shouldn't-"

"Have you no sense of adventure!? The boy will lead us to exciting places!"

"But..."

"Too late. I'm going." The 'senior' spirit began making itself smaller, and mist-like.

"But.." The other spirit followed..

Trunks was having a grand dream, a dream that all Sayia-jin should have. It was true, he was dreaming about sparring, and finding ways to get even more powerful, almost the opposite of the way he presents himself to others. In his dream he was sparring his father, and really showing him whatfor. Deft uppercuts, roundhouse kicks, and, of course, the Super Sayia-jin powers. All was fine until..

"BOOOY!", an unfamiliar voice echoed across the dreamscape.

"Who's there?!", Trunks answered back, his golden aura flared up, expecting anything, yet his senses couldn't pick it up.

"YOU DEFILED US! NOW WE'LL-ahem-Now we'll haunt you to the ends of the earth.", the voice answered back.

"Defiled?" Trunks wondered, "Defiled what?"

"Excuse me, sir..I'll answer this one" a timid voice answered back, "You, young warrior, inadvertently destroyed our grave site. You perceived it as a large rock, which you smashed up."

"That rock? Yes, I did break it, but I was planning on building something there.", Trunks answered back, on his defense.

"PLANNING ON BUILDING SOMETHING!!!", the first voice bellowed "WHAT COULD BE MORE IMPORTANT THEN OUR GRAVES?"

'Oi, I'm being questioned by an idiot and his sidekick.', Trunks though to himself. "Well, I was planning on building a sparring arena, and improving on the area. And then I'd invite my friends here."

"NOTHING IS-" the voice was shushed, then another voice spoke.

"Improve?" a timid voice asked, "What would you do?"

"Well, for one," Trunks answered, "I was going to ask the proprietors of the upcoming event if it could be held there. And as for this building, it was to serve as a place for the people that were participating in the event to rest and relax. I was also planing on having my mother help me in modernizing the building."

"Interesting", the voice answered, less timid then before, "But do you know what exactly this building was used for?"

"Well, I read some of the book I found on one of the tables. It had some of the history of Waterford, which I'm guessing this building was part of, and how the Oxford people invaded and killed the Waterford forces, but there was nothing in the book about this building, so far."

"Of course there wasn't," the voice answered back, "because, the building was shrouded in secrecy, and for good reason."

"So," Trunks replied, "what's the big secret of the building.?"

"Well, it's simple, really. The building was an old military bas, converted into a tavern. But, there were many a rumor about the place. One of which says that they were testing something on soldiers."

"Testing...?"

"Well, it IS only a rumor. But no one dared stray into the basement. Which almost obviously means there has GOT to be something down there. But we still have the grave destroying thing. We need to decide what to do."

"HAUNT!!", the other voice boomed.

"I had no idea it was such an important place.", Trunks replied while lowering his head. "If there was only something I could do to mend it."

"Well the 'rock' of ours is gone, no thanks to you. But as you said, you didn't know and I fully believe you. But there is no bringing the rock back to one piece. But maybe, just maybe.."

"What?" Trunks almost screamed, "I'll do anything!"

"Well, honor us, the knights of Waterford this wish: you may build your arena, but be sure to speak of the sacrifices of the countless Waterford militia."

"Sure thing! It'd be easy, all I'd have to do is give my mother the scroll and book, she could write up the history of Waterford and make it required reading for entering the building!"

"It might just work, kid. But be warned, if you slip up, just once, we will be back." The voice grew silent...and took its friend with it.

Trunks was startled awake, his mouth wide open gasping in breaths. He was immediately sitting up, using his arms as braces. Looking around, he finally came to his senses. 'It was only a dream!', he though to himself. Pulling his left arm forward he bent it slightly to see his wristwatch. 'Six AM, guess I'd better stay up.', he though as he leapt from the bed. Much to his surprise, as he landed no pain shot from his right foot, nor did his left side hurt. He knew that he couldn't heal that fast, even with Sayia-jin genes. 'Or was it a dream?', he though to himself as he was clasping the 'belt' that held the sheath of Tapion's sword to his chest. This felt different, somehow. The entire setup seemed lighter then before. He just shrugged it off, as it was probably his heightened power telling him this. Heading back downstairs, the steps creaked and groaned as usual; something he'd have to fix later on. Arriving at the lower level, Trunks peered out the window to discover an already bright day; the lousy storm must have left just a few hours ago as he could see everything was still wet outside. He looked over to that table he sat at last night, the book and scroll were still there, but a new item drew his attention. A bottle, no bigger then a glass, attached to the bottle was a small note which read: "This is called Ishidaya Tea, kid. Try it, you'll like it." He shrugged at the note and opened the bottle. A slight 'fshht' sound was produced as it was opened. Placing the bottle to his mouth he downed the entire thing in three gulps--a bad mistake. After swallowing the third gulp, Trunks just keeled backwards, landing with a rather loud' THUD!'. His eyes were wide open, his arms were outstretched to either side, "Whoa! This is some powerful tea." he exclaimed. But unknown to him, it was just a bit more then tea…it was a rice tea-brewed to perfection, sweetened with some slight sugar and lemon juice...and the kicker was about fifty percent alcohol, a perfect drink, indeed. About five minutes later he stood and headed towards the door.

Finding himself outside, Trunks turned to face the arena, he had to keep his promise. He walked to the arena, taking long, confident strides. Finding himself at the large iron gates, he looked in, the cube still cut from the night before. Somehow, he just knew that he had to keep that promise.

The iron gates opened with a rather loud 'skreech', as they have the few previous times; this'd be something he'd have to fix later. For now he made his way to the six foot cube and started wondering how he was going to do this. Each tile was a good three foot square, that was two inches thick, so this was going to be some demanding work. But it'd be almost nothing for a Super Sayia-jin. He simply nodded and was instantly transformed into the highly powerful state, his completely unbound lavender hair flew up in different directions, now a pointed mass of gold; his ice-blue eyes turned to the familiar shade of aquamarine. Grabbing the first square, he placed it about twenty feet away from the corner of the iron fence, he was going to form a perfectly square arena.

Several hours passed as the youth diligently moved each and every square to the proper location. After placing the last one, he hopped back and upwards, to admire his handiwork. 'Not too bad,' he thought, 'now to show it off.' Nodding once more, the golden mass of hair once again fell back to it's original unbound lavender state, his ice-blue eyes had returned. Kicking up the white aura, he headed for home.

"Trunks Briefs! Where have you been, young man!?" His adopted mother, Bulma exclaimed--who, ironically wasn't too much older then Trunks himself.

"Well, mama, I found this place and--" He was cut off by another screech.

"You had me worried sick! Didn't you once care about your mother!? You could have at least called!"

"But, mama--" Yet again he was cut off.

"No 'but's mister! I want to know EXACTLY where you were and WHAT you were doing, and with WHO!"

"Fine, but let me explain with no interruptions." Receiving a nod from his adopted mother he started with his story. "You see, mama, it's like this. About a few miles away from the local gathering place, I found this clearing, which I then started to improve upon. That's why I came home all scratched up the past couple nights.." He noticed that the woman was about to say something and quickly looked over at her, a grim expression on his face. "Anyhow, last night I finished up, but this HUGE storm rolled in, almost too quickly. You wouldn't have believed it if you seen it, mama. In less then five minutes it was like a hurricane. I made haste to the building nearby, and, naturally, it didn't have a phone. Outside, the storm kept getting worse and worse, and I knew that I couldn't have flown in it, even if I tried." He paused for a moment, to catch his breath, and to let the story sink in. "So, I found my way upstairs and found a bed, which I just flopped on into. Later that night...these two idiots of ghosts came into my dreams, which I quickly shooed away with a promise. And that's about it."

"An amazing story, Trunks." The woman said with a slight smile. That emotion quickly changed back to anger. "But that's all it IS, a story! A likely one at that! But.." That smile returned to her face, this time, maybe for keeps. She ran to, and embraced the youth, tears streaming down her face. "I'm glad you're home..safe!"

Trunks was, of course, blushing a bright crimson. He always did near a female. He had to be careful of the hug he gave to the woman, an ill squeeze would kill her. "Yeah, I'm glad to be back. But, I'll have to leave soon, just for a few hours. There's a couple things that I didn't get done."

"Well, I guess so, on one condition."

"What's that, mama?"

"Never, EVER do that again!"

The youth's face was still red, and he did his best to hide it. "Yes, mama. It shouldn't happen again." He quickly gathered up five separate capsules, he knew the contents, which would be of major help at the arena. He turned back to his mother. "I should be home before supper!" With those words he leapt out the nearest window, kicking up that white aura, slowly taking off, fully expecting something.

"Trunks..don't get hurt, alright."

He faced the woman, and with his forefinger and middle finger gave her a 'salute' as to say "Sure thing." After that he faced back towards Waterford and fully kicked up that white aura. Taking off at full speed, he couldn't hear his mothers words, but he knew what she had said...