AN: Wow, I actually did another one of these. Huzzah! Inspired by a classic puzzle—maybe some of you will know the ending. But it's fun, anyway. Enjoy! I don't own DBZ—blah.

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The Mystery

It was a warm summer day, and Goten and Trunks had gone off on one of the most sacred of male bonding rituals (or so they claimed)—a camping trip. It had been a perfect day for such an endeavor: clear skies, beautiful sunshine, and just the barest hint of a breeze to balance the whole thing out.

The two enjoyed a day of fishing and exploring, and when dinnertime rolled around, they partook of an enormous picnic that ChiChi had prepared for them. Once all was said and done, they packed away their various supplies into a few capsules and stretched out for what would hopefully be a good night's rest.

A while later, Goten woke up for a reason he couldn't quite figure out. Drowsily, he gazed around, checking out the surroundings and trying to remember where he was. When it clicked, he nudged his companion awake. "Trunks, wake up."

There was a snort, a groan, and a few mutters that sounded suspiciously like curses. Then came the slurred response, "You'd better have a good reason for waking me up."

"Trunks, look at the sky. Tell me what you see."

In spite of his mild irritation, Trunks obediently looked up. "I see stars. Lots of stars."

"What does that tell you?"

Trunks pondered for a minute, then said, "Well, it tells me a lot of things. Astronomically, it tells me that there are millions of galaxies and potentially billions of planets—that's what it looks like, anyway. Astrologically, it looks like Saturn is in Leo. Timewise, I'd guess that it's about a quarter after three. Theologically, it would seem that there is a higher power up there who is one hell of an artist, and we're basically nothing. Meteorologically, I think we're going to have a beautiful day tomorrow." He fell silent, quite proud of himself and his long string of deductions. Perhaps there were some perks to being the son of a genius after all.

Goten was silent for a long time as he processed all of this.

Trunks cut in again, "What does it tell you, Goten?"

Another moment of quiet.

Then the younger boy said, "Trunks…it tells me that somebody stole our tent."

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AN: Until next time!