Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Becoming Trunks ❯ Chapter 10 - The family dinner ( Chapter 10 )

Chapter 10 - The Family Dinner

Bulma made the reservations for the Briefs family's favorite elegant restaurant. She made sure everyone who was invited, knew exactly what to wear and what time to be there. "You can plan the plans," Bulma said to herself as she twirled around in her office chair to look out the window, "but you can't plan the outcome." The dinner party actually served two purposes. The first was for Miyuki to get to know the family and to be photographed with her for the press; the second was to welcome Bulma's mom and dad back from their extended vacation. Her father was certainly taking advantage of his retirement by whisking her mom off to exotic locations just about every month. "I need a cigarette," Bulma sighed in exasperation. Officially, she didn't smoke anymore, as far as her doctor knew. Unofficially, she had one every once in a while, but she never bought her own so it didn't count.

As the evening drew near, Miyuki had rummaged through her closet ten times trying to find the perfect outfit. "Nothing! There is nothing to wear! I can't go. I will just call Trunks and tell him I can't go," she said out loud in frustration.

"What do you mean you can't go? Don't you feel well?" asked Trunks, concern in his voice.

"Besides the fact that I may throw up any minute and I don't have anything to wear, I am just peachy!" she shouted into the phone.

"I'll be right over," he replied and before she could protest, he hung up the phone.

"Great! He is the last person I want to see right now!" she wailed before flopping down on her couch lighting up a cigarette.

Five minutes later, Trunks showed up and knocked at her door. She opened it and let him in. He was wearing a cream-colored dress shirt and khaki slacks. He also wore a tie. "You are wearing a tie?" questioned Miyuki. "I thought this gathering was supposed to be casual. Now I really can't go!" she whined and walked away from him.

"Here, I'll take it off. You can wear it," he said as he loosened and slipped it over his head. He walked up behind her and turned her around. He then placed the tie over her head and tightened it around her neck. "It looks perfect."

Annoyed, she crossed her arms and gave him a disgusted look.

"Oh wait, I know what's wrong." He gently uncrossed her arms and removed her shirt. The tie fell delicately between her breasts. "Yes, I think that has to be my favorite outfit," he said and smiled at her.

She couldn't help but smile back at him, and then smacked him on the shoulder. "This isn't helping!" she declared as she crossed the room and picked up her cigarettes. She took another one out of the pack and lit it. "You have no idea how nervous I am," she said softly with her back to him.

Trunks walked up behind her and placed his hands on her bare shoulders gently rubbing the tension out of them. "Miyuki, you are dazzling no matter what you are wearing."

Miyuki turned to face him. He is so sweet, she thought. Never before had anyone called her "dazzling." She put her cigarette in the ashtray, and slid her arms around his waist, hugging him tightly. After a few moments she slowly pulled away from him and looked him in the eyes. "If I'm not wearing a shirt, then neither are you," she stated as she began unbuttoning his dress shirt.

"Sounds fair to me," he replied un-tucking his shirt from his waistband. He undid his belt as well. "Do you want my pants off, too?" he asked.

She nodded her head and pulled his zipper open, which caused his pants to fall to the ground. He stepped out of them along with his shoes. She again slid her arms around his waist. "I am not sure the press is going to like our outfits," said Miyuki as she brought her lips closer to his.

"Fuck the press," he whispered huskily as their lips came together. They continued kissing until Trunks pulled his lips away and placed them on her neck. For some reason that he couldn't explain, he kept being drawn to her neck area. He had an overwhelming urge to bite it.

Miyuki's eyes were closed. She slowly opened them and, with a dreamy look, smiled. "We are going to be late," she murmured to him.

He smiled and picked her up, whisking her away to the bedroom at an exceptionally fast speed.

As he laid her softly down on her bed, a loud clap of thunder roared across the sky. He gently removed the rest of her clothing and lay down next to her. With nothing but his tie left between them, they made passionate love to each other. Lightning flashed and thunder roared outside her bedroom as the pair shared their most incredible climax to date. Again, as their bodies were intertwined, Trunks had an incredible urge to bite her neck. It puzzled him to no end. He made a mental note to ask someone if the same thing had happened to them.

When they were done, Miyuki quickly remembered her predicament of having nothing to wear and rushed out of bed to get herself together. "Get up! We are going to be so late!" she said frantically.

"Mmmmm, come back to bed," said Trunks, a very relaxed and sexy smile on his face.

She ran to the living room, gathered up his discarded clothes, took off his tie, and threw the garments at him. "Get up! We should have been at the restaurant ten minutes ago!"

"Crap! Is it that late?" said Trunks with a look of shock on his face.

Miyuki went in the bathroom and started hurriedly brushing her teeth. At that moment the doorbell rang. Miyuki ran over to answer the door in her bathrobe, toothbrush hanging from her mouth.

"Oh, I see you are all ready to go," mocked Sayuri, looking at her friend's attire.

"I don't have anything to wear," complained Miyuki barely understandable with the toothpaste dripping from her mouth. She walked over to her kitchen sink and spit.

"Weren't we supposed to be there ten minutes ago?" asked Sayuri.

"Yes, but like I said, I can't find anything to wear."

"Maybe I have something. Let me look. You do know it is pouring like crazy outside, don't you?"

"Damn, I'm not sure I have a hardtop capsule." Miyuki emptied out her purse and found a convertible capsule and a scooter capsule, but no vehicle that could get them to the restaurant without getting soaked.

At this point Trunks strolled into the living room, all dressed and putting the finishing touches on his tie. "What's going on?" he asked.

"More drama," answered Sayuri. "It is pouring down rain and we don't have a way to get to the restaurant without getting soaked."

"Do you have a capsule car on you?" asked Miyuki, looking hopefully at Trunks.

"Um, no. I flew here. But fear not, ladies. I happen to know the owner of Capsule Corporation personally. I will give her a call." Trunks announced as he got out his phone. He speed-dialed his mom's personal number. "Hi, mom."

"TRUNKS! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU!" bellowed the voice at the other end of the line.

Trunks was so startled by his mother's tone, that he juggled and almost dropped the phone. The two girls giggled as they watched his face turn red. "Mom…"

"Everyone is here waiting for you, and you aren't here. This dinner was supposed to be for you!" shouted Bulma.

"Mom…" said Trunks a little louder, trying to get a word in edgewise.

"Your grandmother and grandfather made a special trip to see you. You know it is hard for your grandfather to get around these days!"

"MOM!" shouted Trunks with more urgency.

"All of the Sons are here, including Gohan, Videl, and Pan. I am not sure how much longer I can hold off all these hungry Saiyans!"

"MOM! Listen! It's pouring down rain and we don't have a proper car capsule to get there. All we have on hand is a scooter and convertible," said Trunks, managing to finally get his mother to listen to him.

"Oh, well! Why didn't you say so? I will send your father over to get you. Here he is. Give him directions." From his end, Trunks could hear Bulma handing the phone to Vegeta.

At the restaurant, Vegeta raised a black eyebrow at his wife as she placed the device into his hand. "Hello," he said into the speaker. Vegeta hated dealing with cell phones. In fact, he avoided dealing with most technology whenever possible.

Trunks gave Vegeta directions and he, being the arrogant Saiyan that he was, didn't bother writing anything down. He handed the phone back to Bulma when he was done and got up to leave.

"Where ya going Vegeta?" asked his least favorite person in the world, Goku.

"Not that it should matter to you, but I am going to pick up the boy and his woman to bring them here. It is raining and they don't have a way to get here," stated Vegeta.

"Can I come?" asked Goku in his ever-cheery tone that annoyed Vegeta to no end. Goku was hungry and wanted to do something to take his mind off waiting for the food to be served.

"Certainly not!" exclaimed Vegeta.

"Please, Vegeta?" pleaded Goku.

"Oh, let him go with you. Goku can help you find it," said Bulma knowing that her mate was not as good at finding places in a car as he was in the air.

Vegeta gave his wife a disgusted look and started to leave.

"So, can I go?" asked Goku, looking hopefully at Bulma.

Bulma rolled her eyes and motioned for him to follow Vegeta, so he did. The tow emerged from the restaurant to find that it was raining cats and dogs. Vegeta activated the car capsule and they both climbed into the vehicle as quickly as possible. "I'm warning you. You'd better keep your mouth shut, Kakarott."

"Okay," agreed Goku.

Back at Miyuki's apartment, Sayuri found her a lovely skirt with a matching sleeveless blouse to wear.

"Didn't I tell you I would find something for you?" asked Sayuri, pleased with her selection.

Miyuki put the clothes on and looked dazzling, just like Trunks knew she would. She quickly fixed her hair and touched up her make-up and managed to be ready when Vegeta and Goku arrived. Luckily for her, the fact that they had gotten a little lost had given Miyuki a little extra time to make herself beautiful.

Trunks was shocked to see Goku walk in with his father. He recovered from his surprise to introduce Goku to the two ladies and they all headed for the car. He had a very bad feeling about this particular combination of Saiyans. "Father?" ventured Trunks. "Are you sure you don't want me to drive?"

"I can drive, boy! I found this place didn't I? Do you also think I am a bad driver?" he responded, venom in his eyes as he looked at his son.

"No! Not at all! I was just offering to help! You go right ahead and drive," said Trunks nervously, trying to sound more positive than he felt. Trunks sat back in his seat with Miyuki and Sayuri on either side of him. Miyuki took his hand. She was growing a little nervous herself.

Vegeta started the car and began to drive. "You might want to turn on the windshield wipers," suggested Goku, pointing to a button on the dashboard.

"I was just about to do that, Kakarott!"

"Okay, I am just saying…"

"Don't say another word or I swear I will kill you!" barked the Prince of all Saiyans.

Goku sat back in his seat trying very hard to keep his mouth shut, but he was certain Vegeta was going the wrong way and they were getting lost again. Trunks and the ladies also knew he was going the wrong way, but were too terrified to mention it.

Suddenly, Goku looked back at Trunks and winked. Turning toward their driver, Goku declared, "Vegeta, I know you want to kill me and all, but I really think you should have made a right turn instead of a left turn at that corner back there."

Vegeta angrily slammed on the brakes and stopped the car right in the middle of an intersection. At this point, he had definitely had enough of his least favorite Saiyan at that point. He jumped out of the car and stormed over to the passenger side. He ripped the door off its hinges and grabbed Goku, yanking him out of the car. "Sorry, Trunks," said Goku as he was dragged out of the car.

"Oh shit!" swore Trunks under his breath as he watched the two men pound each other mercilessly.

As they were fighting, the three in the back seat had no idea what to do. "It's all right really! They do this all the time," explained Trunks with a nervous smile on his face. He was trying to make out exactly where the fighters were in relation to the car, but the pounding rain on the car windows kept obscuring his view. Raindrops were starting to blow in where the front passenger side door used to be. He saw the two Saiyans rising slowly into the air as they continued to throw punches in each other's direction. Then, he saw his father deliver a huge punch, which sent Goku plummeting directly towards their car.

"Oh, SHIT!" said Trunks, a lot louder this time as soon as he saw which direction Goku was heading. He quickly blasted open the door nearest to Sayuri, and grabbed the two ladies, hurling himself and them out of the car, just before Goku's falling body made contact, smashing the car to smithereens. Unfortunately, he did not have a very good grip on Miyuki and accidentally dropped her right in a puddle of mud that had formed in the street.

A wet and horrified Miyuki sat up in the puddle. Vegeta had flown to where the recovered Goku had landed and they began punching each other again. Trunks gently put Sayuri down beneath a nearby building's overhang and ran over to where Miyuki had landed. He helped her get up and Miyuki surveyed the damage to her outfit. She was covered with mud and completely soaked with rainwater. A strangled noise somewhere between a scram and a sob, escaped her mouth. At the mournful sound, Vegeta and Goku stopped pounding each other and looked over at her. Her long, curly hair, that she has so carefully put together, was now just a wet, tangled mess clinging to her face and body. Realizing the big mistake he had just made, although he would never admit that to anyone, Vegeta released his grip on Goku's torn shirt. He splashed over to a sobbing and moaning Miyuki, who was fumbling about her soaked purse to see if anything could be saved. "My cigarettes are all wet," she whined as she pulled them out, one by one.

Vegeta took a deep breath to further calm himself down. His mate was already angry with the boy. He had to get them to this dinner she'd planned or else she would be angry with him, as well. He already figured he would be sleeping on the couch over this incident for at least a couple of nights. He didn't particularly enjoy listening to the women's strident bitching when she was mad, although he did relish their passionate make-up sessions. Taking matters into his own hands, Vegeta took the sodden pack of cigarettes from her and forcefully picked her up and flung her over his shoulder. He strode over to a nearby carryout, which was situated on the corner where they had stopped and went in. "Give me a pack of these," he demanded, slamming the soggy pack of cigarettes on the counter in front of the very startled cashier. Trunks, Sayuri, and Goku had followed right behind Vegeta and his surprised passenger into the carryout.

Since she was upside-down over Vegeta's shoulder with her hair matted down into her face, Miyuki was unable to see what was going on. To make matter worse, she couldn't stop crying. Vegeta snatched the offered pack of dry cigarettes and started to leave.

"Mister, you didn't pay for that!" protested the attendant.

"I'll take care of it," said Trunks as he ran over to the counter and paid for the cigarettes.

"You," shouted Vegeta, pointing towards Goku. "Grab the other girl and let's get them to the restaurant before the woman completely flips out."

Happy to comply, Goku did as he was commanded and picked up Sayuri. For a second, he thought about mentioning his instant transmission ability, but decided against it, not wanting to make Vegeta any angrier with him by doing something he couldn't do.

"Come on boy!" Vegeta shouted, this time to Trunks. Knowing better than to argue with his father, Trunks took flight behind him and Goku as the three of them flew to the restaurant. Not knowing anything about the men's Saiyan heritage, Sayuri had no idea what was going on and just held on as best she could. Up to this point, things had gotten so crazy that nothing surprised her.

A few minutes later the soggy quintet arrived at the resteraunt. As soon as they walked into the entrance, Vegeta carefully put Miyuki down. She had eventually stopped her sobbing, but thanks to the rain and mud that covered her, was quite unrecognizable. A dripping Trunks was standing directly behind them as an equally wet Goku stood with Sayuri still in his arms. Members of the press, which had been milling about and eagerly awaiting their arrival, started snapping picture after picture in anticipation of scooping each other to tomorrow's headlines.

After shoving aside a few of the photographers blocking her way, a breathless Bulma came running up to them. She stopped, her mouth dropping as she took in the scene that met her shocked blue eyes. After a few moments of awkward silence, punctuated solely by the sounds of popping flashbulbs all around, Bulma expelled a huge sigh. "I need a cigarette," she said to no one in particular, holding her hand out.

Wordlessly, Vegeta handed her the pack of cigarettes.

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