Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Becoming Trunks ❯ Chapter 3 ( Chapter 3 )

Chapter 3

Trunks spent most of the night tossing and turning, thinking about Miyuki. He wanted their first date to be perfect. He went over and over what they would do and what he would say. He had a hard time falling asleep. Exhaustion finally overtook him well into the early morning hours of the next day. He had set his alarm for 7:00 so that he could get to the office his mom had told him about and apply for a job, but shut his alarm off when it rang and went back to sleep. He woke up at 8:30. "Crap!" he cursed, and bolted out of bed. He took a whirlwind shower and put on some casual clothes for his interview. He didn't want to get too dressed up, but he didn't want to go in looking like a slob either.

As soon as she arrived at her office, Bulma called Human Resources as soon as she got to her office to notify them that her son would be in to apply for a job and that they had better have one ready for him when he got there. She also informed them that he wanted no special treatment when he got there and that he wanted an entry-level job. She suggested that something on the loading dock would be perfect since loading boxes is what he had mentioned the night before. They obliged, of course, and although they didn't have any current openings on the dock, they set one up just for him. "But, she distinctly said no special treatment. I heard her," said the secretary to her supervisor.

"I know she said not special treatment, but she also said she wanted him on the dock. Do you want to tell the president of the company that her son can't work where she wants him to because there are no openings?" replied the supervisor.

"Good point," she supposed, and went on to create a position for Trunks.

When Trunks arrived, they had him fill out an application just like any other person who walked in off the street. Afterwards, they did a quick interview, told him he was hired and that he could start the next day and where to report. Not everyone got a position that quickly at Capsule Corp., but HR knew better.

With that out of the way, Trunks walked back to the house. He hadn't seen his father since their argument and he liked it that way. He expected Vegeta to have some snide remark about him working like a common laborer instead of training. Once home, he went into the kitchen. To his delight, both his sister and father were nowhere to be found.

Trunks got out his cell phone and dialed Goten's number. "Goten, it's Trunks. I have something very important to talk to you about."

Goten was still in bed when he called and only half-acknowledged what he said. "Yeah what's so darned important?" he asked with a yawn.

"I have a date tonight."

Goten immediately woke up and dropped the phone. When he regained his composure he picked the phone back up. "I'm sorry. I must be dreaming. I thought you just told me you had a date tonight."

"Quit being an asshole. Yes, I have a date tonight," Trunks said with irritation in his voice.

"All right! I didn't know you could get a date without my help."

"Very funny. Now I need your advice." Said Trunks.

"What do you need my advice for?" questioned Goten.

"I want this date to be perfect, so help me figure out where and what to do," said Trunks, a hint of desperation in his voice.

"Ah, I see. You need the help of the master to get on the good side of your woman. Well, my friend, you have come to the right person. First off, what does she look like?"

"Does it really matter what she looks like when planning our date?"

"No," said Goten, "I just want to know what she looks like. Is she a dog or what?"

"No, she is the most beautiful woman I have ever met in my life," said Trunks. He leaned back in the kitchen chair he was sitting in and envisioned her face on the ceiling. "She is an angel."

Goten scrunched up his face in disgust. "Dude, they are always angels till you get to know them. Then they change. They are sweet and innocent until they trap you in their web of feminine wiles, and then they change into she-devils."

"Sorry about your luck, but I am telling you she is not like that," asserted Trunks to his friend.

"Oh, and what makes this girl so different?"

"She's older. She told me she doesn't like to play games," said Trunks.

Goten was silent for a moment taking this information in. "How in the world did you meet this woman, and, more importantly, does she have a friend?"

"She works for my mom, and yes she does have a friend. I met her friend last night at her apartment. She's her next-door neighbor."

"Dude, you were at her apartment? Then, why in the hell are you asking for my advice?"

"Goten, it wasn't what you are thinking. I was walking her home. Can we get back to planning my date please?" begged Trunks

"Okay. Let's see. She's older. How much older?"

"I'm not sure, but she is old enough to buy alcohol," replied Trunks.

"So, she is over 21. She definitely would not like the places you and I hang out. You need to take her to a really fancy restaurant. Oh, and be sure to open the door for her, pull her chair out from the table, let her sit before you, and always take her coat for her," said Goten. "Are you getting all this?"

"Oh, man, I better write this down," said Trunks. "Hold on while I get a pen." Trunks searched for a pen and some paper and wrote down everything his friend said. "Is that it? What about after dinner?"

"There is no `after dinner'. I suggest that you take her to a place with really slow service. Oh, and be sure to ask her a lot about herself and listen intently to everything she says, even if you are bored out of your mind," said Goten.

"Did you just break up with someone, because you aren't usually this cynical."

"As a matter of fact, I did," said Goten. "So, have a great time while I stay home all ALONE."

"Oh, right! Like you've never done the exact same thing to me."

Trunks heard a commotion at the other end of the line and the unmistakable voice of Chi Chi yelling, "Goten, get your butt out of that bed! You have chores to do!" she screeched.

"Gotta go, guy! Talk to you later and I want to hear EVERYTHING!" Goten hung up before Trunks could even say good-bye. He could hear Chi Chi still yelling even as he hung up.

`I have to find a fancy restaurant.' He remembered one in town that his mom always insisted they go to on special occasions. He looked up the number and made a reservation for 6 o'clock. Okay, that's done, he thought. Now, what to wear? He quietly went to his room, hoping no one else it the house heard him. To his surprise and annoyance his sister was waiting for him when he opened the door. "What the hell are you doing in my room piglet?" he yelled at his sister.

"Aww, I'm telling Daddy that you called me that," said Bra.

"Who gives a damn about Dad?" replied Trunks and started chasing after her to throw her out of his room.

Bra shrieked when he came at her. "Stop it! I just wanted to see what you were doing!"

"Well, now you've seen. Now get out!" He pointed toward the door.

"Sounds like somebody got up on the wrong side of the bed this morning," she teased

Trunks rolled his eyes and decided to ignore her. He walked toward his closet and stood looking at his clothes. I want to look good, but not too dressed up, he thought.

Bra walked over to the closet and stood next to him. "So, what are you doing?" she asked.

"Well, I am looking at the clothes in my closet, if you must know. Is that a crime or something?" he was losing his patience quickly with his sister. Simply hearing her voice would set him off these days.

Bra giggled. No matter how mean he was to her, she adored her brother. "I like this shirt." She said pointing to an off white buttoned-down shirt.

"You do, do ya?" he said and pulled it out of his closet. "What about pants?" he said.

"Um, these," she said, reaching for a pair of khaki cargo pants and handing them to her brother. "What do you think?"

He held the two pieces together. He was impressed that his little sister picked out such a decent outfit for him. "Okay, what shoes then?" he asked.

She looked back in his closet and pulled out his white sneakers. "These." She said.

Trunks thought for a minute. "I can't wear those to the place I am going. I need something nicer."

Bra turned back towards the closet and found a pair of brown dress shoes. "Are these fancy enough?" she said sarcastically.

"They are fine," he nodded. "Now get the hell out of my room." His mood turned very quickly and he chased her till she ran out of his room screaming. He figured she would go running to Vegeta, telling some lie about how mean he had been to her, but he didn't care. Nothing was going to ruin his mood or his evening. He looked at the clock. It was 1:00. I wonder if I should call her now, he thought. He couldn't wait to hear Miyuki's voice again. He sat down on his bed and pulled out his cell. He had already programmed her number in his phone. He pressed the number that corresponded to hers and placed the phone up to his ear. Please answer, he said to himself over and over.

"Hello," said the voice from the other end.

Trunks tried to imagine her mood from the tone of her voice. Was she busy? Did she want to talk? "Um, hi." He finally managed to say to her.

"Hi there!" Miyuki was glad to hear from him. She had been having trouble concentrating on her work all day because she had been anticipating his call and didn't want to miss it. "Hold on a sec." She placed her hand over the receiver and he heard muffled conversation. She got back on a few seconds later. "Sorry about that, I wanted some privacy."

"No problem, I understand. I don't get much privacy myself. We're still on for tonight, right?" he asked with anticipation.

"Of course! What time?" She couldn't wipe the silly smile off her face. She was actually excited about going out with him. She was almost giddy!

"I made us reservations for 6:00. Can I pick you up at 5:30?"

"Sounds great. I can't wait." She said.

"I'll see you tonight then." They both said good-bye and hung up their phones. She can't wait! She actually said she couldn't wait! "Yes!" he said out loud and spun around. In the doorway was his father. He had a venomous look on his face, but that was nothing new.

"Who were you talking to?" asked Vegeta, low and overconfident as he always came across.

"None of you damn business. Can't I have some peace in my own room?" shouted Trunks. "Did Bra tell you I was picking on her? Did she also happen to tell you she was in my room snooping when I wasn't in here?"

"Yes, she said you were picking on her. I tend not to believe her tirades most of the time when she tells me such things, contrary to what you may think." He leaned against the frame of the door and crossed his arms. "Your mother thinks I should speak to you."

Trunks stood his ground and crossed his arms in a similar fashion. "About what?" he said with sarcasm.

"I thought about what you said yesterday."

"Yeah?" A confrontation with Vegeta was not what he wanted to have at that moment.

Vegeta went silent. He was searching for the right words to say. He finally managed to put together what he wanted to articulate, "Boy, what do you want from me? I have no skills for this father business. I am a Saiyan warrior with no one to fight. Most of the time on this world I feel lost and alone. My only peace is found in training. Can you blame me if I want to train with you, my only son?"

For Trunks, it almost sounded like an apology, but he knew Vegeta wasn't capable of such a thing. Trunks sat down on his bed, not sure how to respond. He was still angry with him, but he could see his Father was trying to make peace. "The only thing I want from you, Father, is to be accepted for who I am, and not for who you think I should be." Trunks held his breath for a moment, expecting his father to go off the deep end like he always did when they were "talking."

Vegeta took in the words of his son and pondered them. He did not know what else to say. He prided himself on always being the strongest and most powerful, but he could never control this boy and now, more than ever, he had to accept that fact. He looked up at Trunks with softness in his eyes that was not there before. "So you're going to work for your mother?" he finally ventured.

"Yes. I start tomorrow."

"Will you be training with me at all anymore?" he asked.

"I'm not sure," answered Trunks. He didn't even want to think about it. "I'll have to see what my work schedule will be"

"Fine then." Vegeta was done talking. He had the answer to the question that had been bothering him. He walked away.

Trunks let his breath out. He wasn't sure how long he had been holding it. He could have sworn he had seen disappointment cross his father's face, but Trunks was grateful that his father had taken the time to talk to him. After all, Vegeta had never been known to be a man of many words.

Time had never crawled as much as it did from the afternoon until it was time for Trunks to leave to pick up his date. When his mom got home, she came up to his room and found him getting ready. "Well, don't you look handsome! Where are you going?"

Trunks rolled his eyes. Why was everyone so interested in what he was doing? "I'm going out with some friends." He managed to say.

"Oh, well, I hope she enjoys herself," said his mom with a knowing wink. "Do you want to take my car?"

"Sure, Mom, that would be awesome."

"No problem." She handed him her capsule and straightened his collar. She gave him a kiss on the cheek and left him alone in his room.

He looked at himself one last time in the mirror. "This is it. Don't screw it up," he said to his reflection.