Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Giving In ❯ Chapter One ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: Why is this thing even needed, y'all already know I don't own DBZ so why do I keep writing these things?

Author's note: Trunks is 16 in this story Vegeta is 30 and Kathi is 26. As a side note, she also has a few surprises of her own in this story but you'll find those out when I write the later chapters.

Oh, and one more thing before I go. Trunks will decide to start a band and…Vegeta agrees to join in…what will he do in the band?

He was training intensely in the gravity room, every fiber of his being concentrating on the impossible task of becoming a super saiya-jin. Sweat dripped from his body, tiny beads of moisture that hit the floor with dull splashes with each move he made. His muscles strained against the intense gravity as he executed a beautiful back flip then slowly stood straight. He'd been in the gravity room for nearly six months straight. Ever since the death of his mate and young daughter. Only hunger called him out of the building and even then he went hunting for food instead of heading into the house. He didn't want to look at his teenaged son because the boy's blue eyes reminded him of his mother's eyes. Everything about his half-breed son reminded him of her. Today, however, he decided to risk the hurt of seeing her eyes in his son's face and go into the house. His father in-law was also grieving because his own wife had died in the fatal accident that had claimed his daughter and granddaughter. Someone needed to watch the boy and take care of the house and he was the one who had to decide the person worthy of dealing with his half-breed brat.

Rolling her dark brown eyes in exasperation, Kathi listened to several of the women, who were also auditioning for the job, giggle about the young man they would be taking care of. In all honesty she could care less about the way the boy looked and wasn't interested in men that happened to be under the legal age limit. She had her sights set on making money and moving on to another career where she would be her own boss. Her motive for being here was nothing short of selfish and she really didn't care. Moving forward in the line, she watched another group of six walk away from the expensive house with fearful looks in their eyes. Apparently they hadn't passed the test either. Shrugging mentally, she sighed and leaned against the wall. She was in the next group of six and was damn sure that she wouldn't leave without a chance to speak with the boy's father.

Yawning as he watched the last group leave, he motioned for one of the robotic servants to lead in the next group then frowned when he felt an unfamiliar ki around his house. Getting to his feet, he stalked over to the window and studied the yard curiously. Where had he felt that ki?

Following the lady in front of her, she snorted when the teenage boy they had talked about came running down the stairs.

"Father!" Trunks, not paying attention to his surroundings, skidded to a halt at one end of the hallway then turned and ran back the way he'd come. He stopped, however, when a feminine hand reached out and grabbed the front of his shirt with more strength than he would have expected to come from the tiny woman who had stopped him. Looking down at her, he smiled nervously then blushed when she arched a single brow and pointed back the way he came. "Umm…"

"I do believe your father is in there boy. Since that's where everyone is heading."

"Thank you."

Snorting with laughter, she released his shirt, allowing the tall young man to straighten it himself. "You must be Trunks."

"Hai."

"Great, now I see why the other ladies say such great stuff about you."

"What do you mean?"

"Oh god…you mean you can't hear their hearts beating wildly in their chests?" Rolling her eyes, she put a hand against her chest and started moving it like a rapid heartbeat. "They sound like they're about to go in convulsions any second now. Good grief…I can hear their hearts hitting their ribs and it kind of matches a good drum beat."

"You play the drums?"

"No, I play the guitar and the drums, gotta get it straight."

"Can you teach me?"

"Only if I get the job kid. Otherwise I've got other stuff I can do with my time. I don't have the patience to teach many things but I'm sure I could lower myself to the position of teacher of drum playing."

"Wow…"

Moving away from the window, Vegeta sighed heavily, his eyes rolling skyward when he saw all the women staring at his son, who appeared to be talking to kid. Well, he assumed she was a kid until she looked away from his son and met his eyes.

Narrowing her eyes, she held the older man's gaze then nodded and returned to her conversation. "So, where do you keep your sword?"

"How did you know I had a sword?"

"Because you're holding a scabbard in your left hand. I kind of picked it up from that."

Looking down at the scabbard in his hand, he blushed then ran his fingers through his lavender hair. "Yeah well…"

"I used to do a little sword fighting myself."

"Were you any good?"

"Nah, I had a habit of stabbing myself in the leg when I wasn't paying attention."

"Really?"

"No, I'm lying."

"Oh." Glancing over his shoulder, he watched his father scare the other women with his unbelievable list of things that were needed to be done around the house then looked back at her. "Are you easily intimidated?"

"Do I look like I scare easily?"

"Not particularly."

"Great, then you must realize that you're wrong."

"What?"

"I know when to stay quiet and how to do the things I happened to be asked to do. So…I'd say that I make up for the intimidating part by being efficient."

"Are you any good at cooking?"

Laughing softly, she let out a deep breath then nodded. "I cook well enough to feed myself."

"What about for other people?"

"I do what I can."

"But what can you do?"

"Kid, if I say that I can cook then I can cook. Just tell me how much, what amount of time you need it in, and when you start getting hungry."

"Great, you're hired."

Her eyes widened considerably then shifted to the boy's father, who had been listening to the entire conversation from down the hall. "But…"

"And you can start teaching me how to play the drums as soon as possible."

"I…"

"Oh don't worry about what father will say, he barely pays attention to anything going on inside the house as it is." Trunks' smile grew wider when she slumped in defeat and shook her head sadly. "Does this mean that you're moving in tonight?"

"Do I have a choice?"

"Not particularly."

"Oh joy." *****