Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ A Simple Plan ❯ Laundry ( Chapter 3 )
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By: Tenshi no Sendo 
Bulma begins to get suspicious!
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Horror / Action / Martial Arts | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 08.01.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 195 | Status: Work In Progress
Bulma begins to get suspicious!
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Horror / Action / Martial Arts | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 08.01.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 195 | Status: Work In Progress
Chapter 3
‘ARGH!!!’ I sit bolt upright. Where am I? I’m in my bed? What’s going on? Was that a dream? Standing up, I walk over to the sink in the room and look in the mirror. Checking over my chest, I see that there aren’t any injuries. What the fuck’s going on? It was a dream! Huh, that’s the first time I’ve had a dream in ages. Especially one like that! I shiver, which makes me notice that I’m covered in a cold sweat. Grabbing a flannel, I wet it and wipe myself down with it. I toss it back into the sink and go over to my jacket. I know there’s one in here I saw it earlier. Ah ha, found you! Feeling the cold plastic and metal tube between my fingers, I pull out my last stick on me and inject it. I collapse back onto the bed and fall asleep immediately.
Pulling the covers off of me I smell something I haven’t smelt in ages. The smell of mom’s cooking. Well, it makes a change from cold cans of the shit in stores. I get out of bed and shove on my old shirt and jacket. Then I head out the door and down the stairs. This has to be the first time I’ve been hungry in ages. I guess I must’ve had a bad night. When I get to the kitchen, Bulma is setting down the food on the table. She looks up at me and invites me over. I head over and take a seat. Bulma places an empty plate in front of me.
‘Help yourself’ Something strange is going on here. I’ve got the weirdest feeling of Déjà vu!
‘Boy! Outside now!’ Looking around, I see Vegeta only inches behind me. This is getting weirder. I don’t know where I’ve seen this before. I guess that’s my fault. Well, mine and Flame!
‘I’m eating. Can’t it wait?’
‘TRUNKS!’ He pulls me by the neck of my jacket and drags me outside.
‘Boy, what is this?’ He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small tube. Shit, where’d he find that? It’s one of my empties. I thought I destroyed them. Guess not! Damn, it makes sense now! I must’ve had a bad night last night and taken a stick. Fuck, and he found the empty coz I would’ve gone straight back to bed.
‘Tell me! I found this in your room last night.’ He was in my room?
‘What were you doing in there?’
‘The woman wanted me to check if you were all right. We heard you shouting last night!’ That means I was right.
‘Well!’ He still wants to know what it is! Shit, what do I say?
‘It’s….. So I can sleep! I’ve had some bad nights for a while now, so the doc gave me that!’ He eventually nods at me. Good, he brought it!
‘Let’s go back inside and eat!’ He doesn’t wait for a response as he walks into the house. I shrug my shoulders and follow him in. Following him to the table, I sit back in my seat and continue to eat the food on my plate. Soon enough, I’ve finished my 4th serving and drank my 9th cup of coffee. Vegeta is still finishing his 6th plate of food as I get up to help with the dishes.
‘Boy, cleaning is a woman’s job!’ As usual, he’s being a chauvinistic arsehole. I turn to pick up a few more plates, but Bulma takes them from my hands.
‘You don’t need to do that Trunks!’ It’s not like I have anything better to do.
‘Why don’t you go over to see Gohan? I’m sure he’ll want to see you. Besides, I have to finish off some very important work today, and your father…. Well, he’ll more than likely be in the Gravity Chamber all day, as usual!’
‘Won’t he be busy or something?’ I want to see him, but I don’t want to get in the way!
‘Oh, don’t worry. Gohan’s a teacher now and it’s school holiday’s.’ Well, I guess that answered my question. Oh well, I guess I might as well get it over and done with now.
‘Well, it’s probably best to go and see him after lunch. He’s normally busy in the morning with Goten!’ Goten? Who’s Goten? I guess Vegeta must have noticed the puzzled look on my face because he then proceeded to answer my question.
‘Goten is Kakarot’s youngest brat!’ Well, that explains that then! I nod my head in acknowledgment. I guess I might as well go. It’s not like I’ve got anything better to do anyway! Making my way into the lounge, Bulma follows me in.
‘Trunks, did you want to go and get some new clothes?’ She looks down at what I’m wearing. It’s the same things I wore yesterday and to bed. I shake my head.
‘It’s all right. I’ve got more clothes upstairs. I just forgot to get changed this morning. That’s all!’ She smiles at me in agreement.
‘Fine. But if you need anything, just ask. Bra would be more than happy to take you shopping.’ Again, a new name!
‘Bra is our youngest child!’ And yet again, he’s the one explaining. Strangely enough, that didn’t come as much of a surprise to me. I shake my head as an answer to Bulma and head upstairs to get changed.
When I reach my makeshift room, I head in and empty my clothing capsule onto the bed. Looking down at the pile of clothes the first thing I notice is that my entire wardrobe is black. Next thing I notice is the smell. I haven’t done my laundry in months. It’s more a case of, if the clothing can still be worn, I wear it! I guess I’ll be forced to take up Bulma’s offer when she sees the state of my clothes. Well, I can hear her making her way here. As predictable as ever! 3, 2, 1…
‘Trunks, I just came to see… Whoa! Trunks, Erm, what’s that smell?’ How did I know? I grin before turning around to face her. My mask back in place!
‘That… would be my dirty laundry!’ I try to seem sincere, but I fail miserably.
‘Hun, what’s going on? Why are your clothes in this state? Why hasn’t the other me cleaned them? Or you?’ The thought of my real mother causes an old pain to resurface in my heart. I cringe inwardly.
‘Trunks?’ I suppose I’d better give her an answer.
‘Well, mother and I have been busy helping the others, so we haven’t had much time to do anything else. And all the robots are kinda damaged!’ Buy it, buy it, buy it! She nods her head. She brought it!
‘Well, I suppose your going to have to go shopping then!’ She has a smug grin on her face. I look at her, puzzled. She shakes her head, as if to say, it’s nothing.
‘I’ll just go tell Bra that you need to go clothes shopping. Meet her downstairs in 5 minutes.’ She then leaves the room. I follow her to the door and shut it behind her. Then I search my clothing pile to find my hidden capsule. I eventually find it hidden in the sleeve of one of my shirts. Keeping an ear open for people approaching the room, I open the capsule.
It pops open to reveal a black case, no bigger than a couple of shoeboxes. Opening the lid of the case, I reach inside and pull out a handful of the contents. Anyone who knew the real me would know what I was doing, but luckily, they’re oblivious to it all! That makes it so much easier! I count out four sticks of Flame and out the rest back in the box. Re-capsulating the box, I open my storage capsule and hide it in there. I have a feeling Bulma will want to throw out my old clothes so I’ve gotta hide my supply. I re-capsulate my clothes bag and my storage box and place them in the capsule case.
Then I head to the bathroom to ‘get ready’. As I reach the bathroom, my hand instinctively reaches to pull up my sleeves. I walk into the bathroom, lock the door and stand by the sink. Looking at my arm, I continue to pull my sleeve back and look at my arm. The marks look even worse in daylight. Tracing my hand along the largest one, I start to remember the cause of the jagged, violent looking scar.
‘ARGH!!!’ I sit bolt upright. Where am I? I’m in my bed? What’s going on? Was that a dream? Standing up, I walk over to the sink in the room and look in the mirror. Checking over my chest, I see that there aren’t any injuries. What the fuck’s going on? It was a dream! Huh, that’s the first time I’ve had a dream in ages. Especially one like that! I shiver, which makes me notice that I’m covered in a cold sweat. Grabbing a flannel, I wet it and wipe myself down with it. I toss it back into the sink and go over to my jacket. I know there’s one in here I saw it earlier. Ah ha, found you! Feeling the cold plastic and metal tube between my fingers, I pull out my last stick on me and inject it. I collapse back onto the bed and fall asleep immediately.
Pulling the covers off of me I smell something I haven’t smelt in ages. The smell of mom’s cooking. Well, it makes a change from cold cans of the shit in stores. I get out of bed and shove on my old shirt and jacket. Then I head out the door and down the stairs. This has to be the first time I’ve been hungry in ages. I guess I must’ve had a bad night. When I get to the kitchen, Bulma is setting down the food on the table. She looks up at me and invites me over. I head over and take a seat. Bulma places an empty plate in front of me.
‘Help yourself’ Something strange is going on here. I’ve got the weirdest feeling of Déjà vu!
‘Boy! Outside now!’ Looking around, I see Vegeta only inches behind me. This is getting weirder. I don’t know where I’ve seen this before. I guess that’s my fault. Well, mine and Flame!
‘I’m eating. Can’t it wait?’
‘TRUNKS!’ He pulls me by the neck of my jacket and drags me outside.
‘Boy, what is this?’ He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small tube. Shit, where’d he find that? It’s one of my empties. I thought I destroyed them. Guess not! Damn, it makes sense now! I must’ve had a bad night last night and taken a stick. Fuck, and he found the empty coz I would’ve gone straight back to bed.
‘Tell me! I found this in your room last night.’ He was in my room?
‘What were you doing in there?’
‘The woman wanted me to check if you were all right. We heard you shouting last night!’ That means I was right.
‘Well!’ He still wants to know what it is! Shit, what do I say?
‘It’s….. So I can sleep! I’ve had some bad nights for a while now, so the doc gave me that!’ He eventually nods at me. Good, he brought it!
‘Let’s go back inside and eat!’ He doesn’t wait for a response as he walks into the house. I shrug my shoulders and follow him in. Following him to the table, I sit back in my seat and continue to eat the food on my plate. Soon enough, I’ve finished my 4th serving and drank my 9th cup of coffee. Vegeta is still finishing his 6th plate of food as I get up to help with the dishes.
‘Boy, cleaning is a woman’s job!’ As usual, he’s being a chauvinistic arsehole. I turn to pick up a few more plates, but Bulma takes them from my hands.
‘You don’t need to do that Trunks!’ It’s not like I have anything better to do.
‘Why don’t you go over to see Gohan? I’m sure he’ll want to see you. Besides, I have to finish off some very important work today, and your father…. Well, he’ll more than likely be in the Gravity Chamber all day, as usual!’
‘Won’t he be busy or something?’ I want to see him, but I don’t want to get in the way!
‘Oh, don’t worry. Gohan’s a teacher now and it’s school holiday’s.’ Well, I guess that answered my question. Oh well, I guess I might as well get it over and done with now.
‘Well, it’s probably best to go and see him after lunch. He’s normally busy in the morning with Goten!’ Goten? Who’s Goten? I guess Vegeta must have noticed the puzzled look on my face because he then proceeded to answer my question.
‘Goten is Kakarot’s youngest brat!’ Well, that explains that then! I nod my head in acknowledgment. I guess I might as well go. It’s not like I’ve got anything better to do anyway! Making my way into the lounge, Bulma follows me in.
‘Trunks, did you want to go and get some new clothes?’ She looks down at what I’m wearing. It’s the same things I wore yesterday and to bed. I shake my head.
‘It’s all right. I’ve got more clothes upstairs. I just forgot to get changed this morning. That’s all!’ She smiles at me in agreement.
‘Fine. But if you need anything, just ask. Bra would be more than happy to take you shopping.’ Again, a new name!
‘Bra is our youngest child!’ And yet again, he’s the one explaining. Strangely enough, that didn’t come as much of a surprise to me. I shake my head as an answer to Bulma and head upstairs to get changed.
When I reach my makeshift room, I head in and empty my clothing capsule onto the bed. Looking down at the pile of clothes the first thing I notice is that my entire wardrobe is black. Next thing I notice is the smell. I haven’t done my laundry in months. It’s more a case of, if the clothing can still be worn, I wear it! I guess I’ll be forced to take up Bulma’s offer when she sees the state of my clothes. Well, I can hear her making her way here. As predictable as ever! 3, 2, 1…
‘Trunks, I just came to see… Whoa! Trunks, Erm, what’s that smell?’ How did I know? I grin before turning around to face her. My mask back in place!
‘That… would be my dirty laundry!’ I try to seem sincere, but I fail miserably.
‘Hun, what’s going on? Why are your clothes in this state? Why hasn’t the other me cleaned them? Or you?’ The thought of my real mother causes an old pain to resurface in my heart. I cringe inwardly.
‘Trunks?’ I suppose I’d better give her an answer.
‘Well, mother and I have been busy helping the others, so we haven’t had much time to do anything else. And all the robots are kinda damaged!’ Buy it, buy it, buy it! She nods her head. She brought it!
‘Well, I suppose your going to have to go shopping then!’ She has a smug grin on her face. I look at her, puzzled. She shakes her head, as if to say, it’s nothing.
‘I’ll just go tell Bra that you need to go clothes shopping. Meet her downstairs in 5 minutes.’ She then leaves the room. I follow her to the door and shut it behind her. Then I search my clothing pile to find my hidden capsule. I eventually find it hidden in the sleeve of one of my shirts. Keeping an ear open for people approaching the room, I open the capsule.
It pops open to reveal a black case, no bigger than a couple of shoeboxes. Opening the lid of the case, I reach inside and pull out a handful of the contents. Anyone who knew the real me would know what I was doing, but luckily, they’re oblivious to it all! That makes it so much easier! I count out four sticks of Flame and out the rest back in the box. Re-capsulating the box, I open my storage capsule and hide it in there. I have a feeling Bulma will want to throw out my old clothes so I’ve gotta hide my supply. I re-capsulate my clothes bag and my storage box and place them in the capsule case.
Then I head to the bathroom to ‘get ready’. As I reach the bathroom, my hand instinctively reaches to pull up my sleeves. I walk into the bathroom, lock the door and stand by the sink. Looking at my arm, I continue to pull my sleeve back and look at my arm. The marks look even worse in daylight. Tracing my hand along the largest one, I start to remember the cause of the jagged, violent looking scar.