Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Becoming Trunks ❯ Chapter 4 ( Chapter 4 )

Chapter 4

That evening, Bulma was serving up dinner. Bra was eagerly awaiting her meal at the table. Vegeta walked in to see the two of them getting ready to eat. Bulma smiled when he came in. Her husband was such a creature of habit that she could set her watch by him. He always came down to the kitchen promptly at 6:00, eager and ready to have a meal. "Where is the boy?" he asked.

"He's going out with friends, or so he says. Personally, I think he has a date because he looked really handsome before he left. I let him use my car. I didn't figure his date wanted to ride on the back of his cycle," said Bulma, pleased as could be that her son was getting out of the house. He hadn't gone out much since his graduation.

"Mommy, I helped him pick out his outfit," said Bra, pleased with herself.

"You did honey? Well, that was so nice of you." Said Bulma.

"Then he told me to get the hell out of his room," Bra added with a giggle.

Vegeta gave his daughter a look of disapproval. "Watch your language, missy!"

Bra stuck her lip out and formed a pout that was notorious for softening her father's demeanor toward her. "Well, he did!"

"Bra, you know that you are not supposed to say those kinds of words, so please don't say them. Your brother values his privacy, so don't go into his room without permission," said Bulma to her daughter. "Did you talk to Trunks today?" she asked, looking at Vegeta.

"Yes, woman, I talked to him," he said in between bites of his dinner.

"And, what did you say to him?" she responded, trying to pry more information from him.

Vegeta looked at Bulma with an expression of exasperation. He didn't want to talk about it anymore, and he was tired of her questions. "I…he…we…didn't say very much. He wants nothing to do with me, and he has made that clear."

"Well, what did he say that-?"

"That is enough talking!" he said with disdain. "Can I eat in peace, please?"

"Fine, then! I was just trying to help!" Said Bulma, now equally annoyed.

"I don't need your help on this matter. The boy hates me, and that is all there is to it."

"All teenage boys hate their fathers. It's a fact of life. He's just going through a phase right now where he's becoming a man and is figuring out his own path in life." Her words made no difference to Vegeta. Once he had made up his mind about something, there was no way to change it.

They spent the rest of the meal in silence, aside from the occasional singing and silly remarks from Bra. When Bulma was done eating, she left the room in a huff, leaving Vegeta to sit at the table and stare off into space. Bra took her plate over to the sink and walked to where her dad was sitting. She touched his arm and looked up at him with a smile. "I love you daddy," she said to him. His face softened and he pulled his daughter into his lap. She gave him a big hug. He breathed a sigh of relief that at least one of his children didn't hate him.

Trunks flew to Miyuki's apartment and arrived five minutes early. He had enough time to use his unleash his Mom's car from it's capsule. He then went to her door and when he got there he took a deep breath and then rang the bell. He heard her say that she would be right there and a few minutes later she opened the door. The vision he saw was magnificent. Her hair was down and the ringlets of curls fell down from everywhere. She had a simple yellow dress on and black sandals. He decided that yellow was an attractive color on her. "Hello." she said when she opened the door. "Come on in. I am almost ready."

Trunks walked into her apartment and stood by the door, looking around. Her apartment was small, not too much furniture. He watched her walk into another room, which he assumed was her bedroom. There was a couch and two chairs with a coffee table in the center, in the main room. Off to the side was a small table with two chairs. There were stacks of papers covering the table, along with her laptop personal computer, which was attached to several other things including a printer, scanner, and digital camera. It didn't look as if she spent much time eating on her table. Her kitchen had the bare necessities and was very tiny. That was all she had. This was very different from what he was used to. She walked back into the room with a sweater on. "Okay, I'm ready Mr. Briefs," she said to Trunks.

Trunks smiled. He held out his hand for her to follow him to the car. She took it and they went out the door. When they got to the car he made sure he opened the door for her and closed it when she got in. As he drove, they made small talk on the way to the restaurant and when they arrived, Trunks again made sure that he opened the door for her. "This is a really fancy restaurant Trunks. Am I dressed okay?" said Miyuki.

"You look fantastic. Haven't you ever been here before?"

"No, I haven't," said Miyuki, a little embarrassed.

"Oh, well, my mom brings us here all the time so they know us. You could wear a T-shirt and shorts and they would let us in.," he blurted. After he said it, he wondered if it was the right thing to say to her. `Man,' he thought, `am I going to have to second guess everything I say tonight?'

"Well, let's just hope no one recognizes you and takes our picture and puts it in tomorrow's paper," she said.

At that point they had made it into the restaurant. The host recognized Trunks right away. "Oh, Mr. Briefs! We have the best table waiting for you and your lovely lady friend."

"Do me a favor." Trunks said to the host while slipping him some cash. "We would like to be discrete so if the paparazzi or anyone else for that matter shows up, please keep them away from us. No one is to bother us!"

"Oh! You have my word, Mr. Briefs! No one will bother you!" He said with reassurance.

Miyuki witnessed this transaction and was taken aback. This was going to be a very interesting evening, she thought to herself.

They were escorted to their table, which was the best one in the place. The host pulled her chair out for her before Trunks could. He supposed that was acceptable, but he would have to check with Goten on that one. They both opened their menus and began scanning the contents. Miyuki was uncertain what she should order. Everything looked so good. "What's good here?" she asked.

Trunks went on to describe several dishes that he had tried and enjoyed. This didn't help her nail down a choice. The waiter came to the table to take their drink order. "Just water for me," said Miyuki.

"Same here," said Trunks.

The waiter went on to explain several specials that were available that evening. Unfortunately, this too, did not help Miyuki make up her mind about what she wanted. "Why don't you pick something for me?" she asked Trunks. Lately, the big decisions about life seemed easy, but the smaller ones, like ordering dinner, seemed to be getting more and more difficult for her.

Trunks felt a mixture of confusion and magnitude at the request to pick out her dinner. What if I choose something and she doesn't like it? Will she ever want to see me again? He decided to ask her more questions about what type of food she liked. He narrowed down the choices and decided on one of the specials. The waiter came back with their drinks and took their meal orders. After he took their menus, they couldn't hide behind them and they were forced to face each other. Trunks thought back to what Goten had said about women wanting to talk about themselves and what questions he had thought to ask her when they got here. Now, his mind was a complete blank. All the planning he'd made in his mind was to no avail. As he sat with her, all he could think about was how lucky he was to be there.

Miyuki smiled at him. "So, what are you going to do this summer?" she asked him, breaking the awkward silence.

"Well, I am starting a new job tomorrow on the loading dock at Capsule Corp.," said Trunks.

"Oh, good for you." She said. "What will you be doing?"

"I'm not sure. Loading I guess," he said with a smirk. What am I doing? he thought. I should be asking her the questions. "What about you?" he managed to say.

"Work, work, and more work," she said. "Oh! And exercise. Did you know I teach the aerobics classes two days a week at Capsule Corp.? That's how I got to know your mom."

"I didn't know that. Maybe I will stop by and check it out." Said Trunks.

"Not too many of the guys do aerobics. In fact, I don't think any of them do."

Trunks smiled. "So, tell me more about how you got your job at Capsule Corp.," he said, hoping this would get her talking.

"Like I told you before, I got a job the summer after I graduated. It was in the sales department, taking orders over the phone for overseas businesses. When the fall came, I started college. I had my own apartment by then, so I needed to continue working. At that point, I started going to aerobics. I had no idea who your mom was when I first met her. I think she liked the fact that I treated her like anybody else, and that's how we got to know each other. It was sort of comical when I finally realized who she was. Is this boring you?"

"Not at all," said Trunks. It really wasn't. He wanted to know everything about her.

"Okay. Well, my sales team won an award for the most profits made and there was this big dinner and presentation, blah, blah, blah. Anyway, your mom was there, and she saw me. We hardly recognized each other because we were so used to seeing each other in sweaty workout clothes. She came up to me and said her secretary was quitting and asked me if I wanted the job. Of course, I said yes! Who wouldn't want to be secretary for the president of the company?" She stopped and looked at him, making sure he was still listening. Her experience with men had been that you couldn't keep their attention very long. Trunks seemed to be genuinely interested in what she was saying so she continued. "Your mom was great! She gave me a flexible schedule so that I could finish school on time and, when I graduated, she made me her personal assistant in the lab. I pretty much oversee the whole capsule creation process. I love it!"

"I can't believe we've never met before, with you working there for five years," remarked Trunks.

"Actually we have. You just don't remember because you were more interested in your video game than talking to me," said Miyuki. She giggled a little at the memory of meeting the fifteen-year-old Trunks, a much different boy than the one she was sitting at the table with.

"I was?" Again, he was embarrassed. How could he have not noticed her before now? "I was an idiot back then. Not that I'm any smarter now, just different priorities."

They both laughed. They continued to exchange stories of their lives. Trunks talked a lot about his father. At one time in his life he adored his father and thought he could do no wrong. But, as he got older, he and Vegeta had butted heads more and more. He wasn't sure how much she knew about the androids. Since he had been a baby at the time, Miyuki had to have been about five or so. Without divulging too much information about his lineage, he told her about his father's endless ego.

When Trunks finished speaking, Miyuki leaned forward and said, "Your father is doing the best he can with what he knows. He sounds like the kind of man who must feel like he has to be in control of his environment. When you were younger and smaller, it was easy for him to control you. Now, you want to control your own life and he doesn't like it." Said Miyuki.

"Yeah, that's it exactly. So what do I do?" he asked her.

"Well, don't do what I did and cut your father out of your life. That doesn't work. I don't even know if my father is alive or not," she said, regret in her voice.

"I'm sorry," said Trunks.

"Don't be. I've worked through a lot of it. I have friends now and your mom sort of took me under her wing. I guess that's why I was so mad at you yesterday. I would give anything to have your mom as my mom. She's the best." Said Miyuki.

Trunks grinned. "Yeah, she is pretty special," he agreed. "You wouldn't want my dad, though."

"I don't know about that. Your dad takes an interest in you. My dad could have cared less whether I lived or died. The only time he got upset was when I took my grandmother's money and spent it on myself. My parents were way too selfish and never should have had a child. At least, I had my grandmother for a brief time."

They continued to talk about their parents until their food came. Even while eating they continued their conversation. Miyuki was really enjoying herself. She didn't feel like she had to act a certain way around Trunks because, in reality, she didn't care if he liked her or not. She was completely open and honest with him, and it felt good to be that way. So much of her past relationships had been filled with mistrust and deceit. She figured since she didn't plan on seeing him again, that it didn't matter what he knew or thought about her.

When they were done eating, Miyuki really wanted a cigarette. She hadn't had one since they left her apartment, and hadn't really thought about it till that moment. She looked around and saw that no one else was smoking. "Is it okay to smoke here?" she asked.

Trunks had forgotten all about that and hadn't requested a table in the smoking section. "I think this is non-smoking. My mom always requests non-smoking so they must have figured that I wanted the same. I'm sorry, again. I'll remember that next time." He said.

"Next time?" said Miyuki. "Aren't you being rather presumptuous?" She winked at him.

Trunks was embarrassed and panicking on the inside. "Sorry, I guess I was hoping you would want to go out with me again."

"Let's worry about that later," she said. She was enjoying herself, but she didn't want any attachments right now. She had plans already that didn't include anyone but herself. "I will be over by the bar for a minute. Be right back." She said.

Trunks watched as she walked away. Her hips swayed and her long hair brushed back and forth across her back. He had an urge to bury his mouth in the nape of her neck, surrounded by all that beautiful curly brown hair. He took a deep breath, and slowly blew it out again. While she was gone the waiter brought the check and Trunks paid for their meals. When she had not returned, he decided to go and look for her. He walked to the bar and found her sitting on a stool. She was stubbing out her cigarette when he walked up next to her. She saw him and smiled. "Are we bolting?" she said.

"No. Luckily for you, I paid the check." They both laughed. He took her arm and helped her off the barstool. They had briefly brushed up against each other several times during the evening, but this was the closest they had been to each other. Trunks caught the scent of her hair. It was intoxicating. Miyuki felt her heart flutter, being so close to him. He was much taller than she, even with her heels on. She reached up and pushed away the stray lock of lavender hair that never managed to stay out of his face. Trunks thought he would collapse when she touched him. He took her hand in his and kissed it closing his eyes and enjoying the feel of her skin against his lips.

When Trunks opened his eyes, they both remembered they were in a public place. Miyuki bit her bottom lip, trying to quell the feelings that the summoned. Trunks stepped away from her, but kept hold of her hand, as he led her out the door.

They did not notice that several onlookers in the restaurant were very interested in what the lavender-haired heir to the Capsule Corp. fortune was up to. Even though the host had confiscated every camera that was brought into the place, there were still prying eyes that wanted the story and would stop at nothing to get it.

As they walked back to the car, Trunks put his arm around her. She didn't seem to mind. He opened the door to the car for her and helped her in. Then, he got in on his side. Before starting the car, he looked at her. "Home?" he asked.

Miyuki wasn't sure she wanted to end the evening. Perhaps I could invite him in she thought. "Unless you have a better idea. We do both have to work tomorrow."

"Oh, yeah, I gotta work tomorrow," he groaned. He wasn't used to getting sleep unless he was exhausted. Even during his last year of school he had gotten by on only a couple hours sleep. He must have gotten that trait from his father, because Vegeta hardly ever slept.

Trunks started the car and began driving home. Miyuki played with his hair while he was driving. It felt unbelievable to him. When they got back to her apartment, he put the car in park, not sure if they should say good-bye. "You can walk me to my door," said Miyuki. Trunks immediately got out of the car and got to her side before she had it all the way open. If nothing else, he was going to do that right.

Miyuki fumbled around in her purse for her keys until she found them. She unlocked her door and pushed it open just a crack. She turned and faced Trunks. She was standing on the doorframe and was much closer to his height this way. "Thank you for a wonderful evening." She said. Again, she brushed back that lock of hair from his face. He reached up to her face and pushed her hair back as well, his hand lingering on her cheek. He brought her closer to him, and she did not pull away.

Their lips pressed against each other in a passionate kiss. The two of them then wrapped their arms around each other. Her body pressed against his stirred deep sensations in Trunks. With their lips still pressed together, Miyuki grabbed Trunks by the collar and pulled him into her apartment. He shut the door with his foot and leaned against it. He flipped her around and slowly lifted her to meet his lips while she was pressed against the door. Her hands explored his back outlining the muscles, which she could feel through the soft fabric of his shirt. He pulled his lips away from hers and buried his lips in the nape of her neck, as he had so desperately wanted to do at the restaurant. She moaned with pleasure at the intensity of the feelings his lips were bringing to her. She could hardly catch her breath.

All at once, the phone rang. Trunks pulled away, as if the sound had shocked him back to reality. He set her down lightly. They continued to look at each other while the phone kept ringing. "I know who it is. She always calls when she hears my door close. I don't have to answer it." By that time it has stopped ringing. Miyuki figured her voicemail had picked it up. They continued to stare at each other, each trying to catch their breath. Miyuki bit her lower lip, again trying to quell her passion. "Let's not rush into anything," she managed to verbalize.

Trunks took a step back and nodded. "You're right." He didn't want to rush into anything either. "I guess I had better go before something happens." In a way Trunks was hoping she would ask him to stay so that they could continue what they had started, but he knew in his head, that it wasn't a good idea.

Miyuki opened the door. "Will you call me?" she said.

Trunks started to walk out the door and looked back at her. "You better believe I will," he responded. "When can I call? Tomorrow? When I get home? Or when you shut the door, maybe?"

"Goodnight, Trunks," she replied, smiling as she pushed him out the door with one finger on his chest. "Call me tomorrow and let me know how your job goes."

"I will do that." He said. Miyuki shut the door. Trunks walked back to the car. He had never felt such mixed-up feelings of regret, exhilaration, and passion all at once. Regret because he didn't want her to think that sex was all he wanted; exhilaration and passion because when they kissed it was like a tidal wave of feelings that he had never felt before. He had kissed girls before. He had even made out with girls before, but it had never felt like that.

After Miyuki shut the door, she walked over to the phone to get her message. It was Sayuri, just as she thought. She called her friend and related everything that happened on the date. "I can't let this complicate my life. I'm just going to take it just as it happens and not expect anything else from it," she said to her friend.

Sayuri was very skeptical. "Just who are you trying to convince? Me? Or yourself?"