Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Becoming Trunks ❯ Chapter 5 ( Chapter 5 )

Chapter 5

For the second night in a row, Trunks hardly got any sleep. He couldn't shut his mind off long enough to fall asleep. He was thinking about his new job and not wanting to get up late. And especially about the kiss he'd shared with Miyuki.

His alarm went off. Groaning, he managed to drag himself out of bed and into the shower. Once he finished drying off, he dressed in his Capsule Corp. polo, which had been given to him for his first day of work, and a pair of shorts. Human Resources advised him not to wear nice clothes because he would be working hard and those would get ruined.

He went downstairs to the kitchen to find Bulma making breakfast. Vegeta was sitting at the table reading the latest news and Bra was eating sugarcoated cereal and singing some nonsensical song. "Hi honey," said Bulma.

"Coffee!" was all that came out of his mouth. Bulma smiled at her son and poured him a fresh cup.

"I don't know how you can stand to drink that garbage," observed Vegeta making a face.

Trunks didn't acknowledge that he heard his father's comment. Instead he plopped down in a chair, placed his cup down on the table, and began to stretch the morning's kinks out of his back. Bulma dished both her men up a generous portion of the breakfast she had prepared. For the most part, everyone sat at the table in silence, each lost in their own little world. Bulma was obsessing over all the things she needed to accomplish for the day. Vegeta was intent on reading all the bad news. Trunks thought about his date and his new job. Only Bra, made noise, her typical, little girl gibberish.

"I've got to get to the office," announced Bulma. She got up from the table and cleaned up the breakfast dishes. "Good luck on your new job today, honey," she said to Trunks, and gave him a kiss on the cheek. She kissed Bra on the forehead and then did the same to Vegeta. Her husband merely grunted and did not look up from what he was doing. She went out the door.

Trunks stretched his arms again, trying to wake up. Vegeta eyed his son suspiciously. "Out late?"

Trunks looked at Vegeta and thought about saying something snide, but decided not to. "Yeah, out late," he mumbled his reply. Taking his last gulp of coffee, he got up from the table. He walked out the back door of the kitchen, not a word to his sister or father. Bra continued to play with her cereal more than eat it. Vegeta groaned under his breath.

"So you're the new guy they sent from Human Resources," said a very large man to Trunks. The man spit into a near-empty cup he had sitting on his desk. "Have you ever done this type of work before?"

"No sir, I haven't," replied Trunks.

"Well, it ain't gonna be easy," said the man leaning back in his chair. As he spoke, Trunks caught a glimpse of chewing tobacco lodged inside one of his fat cheeks, evidently what he was spitting into the cup. Riding from his chair, the boss said in an irritated tone, "Come with me." He waddled over to a group of men who were standing around laughing. "Boys, this here is Trunks. He will be working with us. Try not to go too hard on him, seeing this is his first day and all," he stated sarcastically. The group of men laughed.

A skinny little man came right up to Trunks and looked him in the eyes. "So, why are you so special?" he asked. "You don't look all that special to me. What do you think boys?"

"He looks kind of scrawny to me," another man chimed in. They all laughed again.

Trunks realized that this was not going to be easy. He did not have any desire to become friends with these men, but he did want to do a good job. A most sinister smile came across his face as the men continued to laugh. `If they only knew how strong I am,' he thought. "So, where do I start?" he inquired.

The skinny man pointed to a large pile of boxes. "All those need to be moved to the back of the warehouse and emptied. They need sorted by type and put on the shelves. Most of them go on the top shelves," Again snickers were heard. This was obviously a job that none of them wanted to do, so they were passing it off to the new guy.

"No problem," said Trunks cheerfully. He walked over to the pile of boxes, effortlessly picked up five of them and started walking to the back of the warehouse.

The group of men fell silent. Several jaws dropped and gasps could be heard. "What the hell?" said some of the men. They had never seen someone pick up one of the capsule boxes, let alone five! They all had to use a forklift to move that many boxes at one time.

Clearly annoyed, the boss waddled back out to see what all the commotion was about. Then he, too, witnessed Trunks walking with the boxes and he gasped. "Get back to work, you toads!" he bellowed to the idlers. They scrambled to their assigned areas and began working diligently, all eager not to be "shown up" by the new guy. The rest of the morning Trunks spent putting away the supplies. As the day progressed the dock got much busier.

At around noon, Bulma decided that she needed to have lunch with her son and showed up at the dock with her entourage of assistants, Miyuki being one of them. The large man with the chewing tobacco in his mouth was the first to notice Bulma's arrival and immediately stopped what he was doing to greet her. "Why Mrs. Briefs! To what do we owe the honor of your visit?" he questioned as he bowed to her.

"Get up Kwang! Quit being such a brown-noser! I came to see how my son was doing and to have lunch with him. Where is he?" she asked, looking around. Although she didn't like Kwang very much as a person, she respected him as a supervisor. No one else had managed to get this group of men to put out the kind of work that he was able to.

Kwang's face held a look of complete surprise when he realized that the new guy to whom he'd been so rude since he got there was none other than the big boss's son. "Uh…um…your son, Mrs. Briefs?"

Upon hearing that the new guy was Bulma's son, a number of the other employees were so shocked by the news that they dropped several things on the ground. The skinny little man, who seemed to be the second-in-command, came over to Bulma and said, "I will get him right away Mrs. Briefs." He scurried off to find Trunks. In the meanwhile, Miyuki was getting really nervous. She had no idea how she would get through this lunch without giving away their little secret, but she had to try. Bulma must not find out about her and Trunks! It would ruin her relationship with her boss, she was sure of it.

Trunks came around a corner, his white polo shirt covered in dirt and sweat. "Hi, Mom," he said and gave her a kiss on the cheek. He saw Miyuki standing behind her and gave her a quick wink. Miyuki didn't wink back, but instead made a face at him.

"Uh Trunks, lunch is usually thirty minutes, but you take as long as you want," said Kwang as Trunks walked out with his mother and her entourage of white lab coats.

"I'll be back on time, boss," Trunks replied, flashing a little wave at Kwang.

Lunch was excruciatingly painful for Miyuki. Trunks sat directly across from her at the table and Bulma sat next to her. They were at a long table in the lunchroom. "Honey," said Bulma to her son, "you remember Miyuki from the other day in my office, don't you?"

"Um, vaguely," he said with a smirk.

Miyuki pressed her lips together, trying to keep from smiling. She felt him rub his foot against her right calf and the touch sent waves of pleasure throughout her body. Shaking it off, she gave Trunks a nasty look and he stopped what he was doing.

Bulma happened to be talking to one of her other assistants about something and totally missed the exchange between the two. She turned back to face the two of them. "So, how is your first day of work going?"

"Fine, just fine. It's pretty easy," he responded between bites of his lunch. He had been working hard all morning and was very hungry.

"Well," said Miyuki, rising from her seat. "I need to be getting back to the lab. Nice to meet you, um, what was your name again?" she said.

"Trunks," he answered. He supposed he deserved that dig for what he had said earlier.

After Miyuki left, Bulma moved over to sit next to her son. She got close to him and asked, "So, what do you think of her?"

"Who?" questioned Trunks.

"Oh honestly! Of Miyuki!" she said as she flicked him on the head with her thumb and first finger.

"Her? She's okay, I guess. Why do you ask?" replied Trunks, a little wary and curious as to why his mother would be interested in what he thought about her.

"Because she is available and I really like her," said Bulma with a twinkle in her eye. "Why don't you ask her out?"

"Mom!" exclaimed Trunks.

"Well, I'm just saying…oh never mind." Bulma looked at her son's shocked expression and decided to drop the subject. Her approving of a girl her son dated was like the kiss of death.

The rest of Trunks' first day at work went much like the morning, the only exception being that the men he worked with were much nicer to him than they had been before lunch. By the time he got home, Trunks was worn out. He took another shower and, after drying off and changing clothes, sprawled out on his bed. He debated on going downstairs for dinner or calling Miyuki. He chose to call Miyuki.

"Hello," she said.

"Hi, this is Trunks. Remember me?" he asked, a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

"Um, I seem to recall meeting someone by that name. Tell me what you look like and maybe it will jog my memory," she replied with an equal amount of teasing.

"Very funny," replied Trunks.

Miyuki laughed. "So, how was your first day of work?"

"Great. I had lunch with this really cute girl today, too."

"Really? Should I be jealous?" replied Miyuki.

"No, not really. I can't even remember her name," said Trunks.

They continued to banter playfully until Trunks remembered what Bulma had said to him after Miyuki left the lunchroom. "Did you know that my Mom is trying to fix us up?"

"She is not! You are lying!" responded Miyuki.

"Yes, she is! She said I should ask you out."

"You are such a liar!"

"Really! I am not lying!" said Trunks, anxious to convince her that he was telling the truth.

"Whatever!" said Miyuki, not entirely sure that he wasn't making all that up just to get back at her. Nonetheless, they continued to talk for another half hour about their day. Flirtatious undertones were present in every remark they made to each other. Miyuki enjoyed talking to him, and couldn't help thinking about how his touch against her leg had evoked such a response in her body. She wanted desperately to see him again, but didn't want to admit it to herself.

"I gotta go. It's my dinnertime," said Trunks, not realizing the creature of habit he had become when it came to 6:00 and eating. "When can I see you again?"

"I'll be at work tomorrow," she said. "Maybe your Mommy will make you have lunch with me again."

"That would be sheer torture to have to see you in the middle of my workday," responded Trunks.

"Creep!" she indignantly shouted at him.

"You know I am not serious, don't you?" replied Trunks, a little nervous that he may have carried things too far with his mocking remarks.

"Of course I know you aren't serious. You can't wait to see me again, can you?" For some reason, she needed to hear him say yes.

"How about if I come over tonight?" he whispered into the phone.

"You're nuts. How about if we do something this weekend?" As soon as the words came out of her mouth, she immediately regretted it. Hadn't she been repeatedly telling herself that she didn't want any attachments and that she didn't want to go out with him again? And now, instead of sticking to her resolution, she was asking him out!?

Before he could answer her, Trunks heard Bulma's voice shout up the stairs that his dinner was getting cold. He quickly said goodbye to Miyuki and hung up the phone. "She wants to see me again," he said, grinning. "Cool!"

Miyuki wasn't feeling as sure as Trunks that it was such a great idea for them to go out again. There was a knock at her door, and when she answered it, it was her next-door-neighbor, Sayuri. Miyuki let her in. Sayuri went to refrigerator, as she always did and grabbed a soda for the two of them. Miyuki lit a cigarette and sat down on her couch. Sayuri could see that she was deep in thought and asked her what was on her mind.

"What do you think is on my mind?" she replied to her friend.

"Let me see, does he have lavender hair and beautiful blue eyes?" she said with a huge grin on her face.

Miyuki took another puff of her cigarette. As she blew out the smoke, she started to speak, "I'm falling," she said.

Sayuri screamed with delight. "I knew it! You really like him and you are trying to talk yourself out of it. I know that is what you are trying to do. Don't do it. Just go with it. Let yourself feel something! You have been stuffing your feelings the entire time we have known each other."

"Stop!" Miyuki had to cut her friend off. She was talking way too much as usual. "If you were really my friend, you would help me figure a way to get rid of him."

"I am really your friend and that is exactly why I would never help you get rid of him. You deserve a little happiness!" replied Sayuri. "You spend way too much time worrying about your future, and not enough time enjoying the present."

Miyuki stared at her cigarette. She knew deep down that her friend was right. She felt so mixed up inside, but it felt good. It had been a long time since the though of someone's touch made her heart skip a beat. It was scary and exciting at the same time. She shared about their date with her friend and the exchange between them on the phone and at work. She still had a silly smile on her face that would not go away. She felt genuinely happy for the first time in a very long time.