Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ I Never Dreamed ❯ Chapter 16 ( Chapter 16 )

I Never Dreamed

By: AMCM74

Chapter 16

"No Way IN HELL!" Mark yelled as Trunks shouted "Over my dead body!" then in unison "I hate him."

"The story we are prepared to tell the media is that Son Pan and Mark Devero are an item, and that Trunks Brief was merely concerned about her personal well being. Since she is a close family friend."

Devero shook his head "Pan has already made her decision. I have been informed she is marrying Mr. Brief."

Trunks looked at Devero with surprise as he added. "He is correct. It will also be hard to conceal the fact that in five more months Pan is going to be having my baby."

Bulma sank to the couch and looked at Pan. One of the reps looked at his papers, then threw them behind his head grabbed a note pad and started writing franticly

The rep known as Travis looked at Devero's' emotionless expression then to Trunks' somber one "Congratulations, I hope a wedding is in order."

Trunks looked at Pan who was patting a very stressed out Bulma's hand "Shortly." Pan leveled her eyes with Trunks. She could feel the pressure in the room.

The silence was deafening. Vegeta walked in and cast a few looks around the room "Awe, I thought you, idiots had left. Woman, when are you getting rid of them." He noticed Bulma's eyes welling up with tears. "What have you done to my woman?!? I swear if you have caused her any pain I will..."

"Trunks is pregnant." Bulma cried as she rushed over to her husband.

"Umm yes. Something like that." Devero finally snickered a bit, but was cut down by evil looks through out the room.

Vegeta growled, "Who told! I wanted to tell her. I finally get a chance to tell her something that will shut her up, and one of you blabs. Who ever it was step forward so that I may kill you quickly." He advanced on the party bringing his fists up.

Trunks stood with his arms crossed as he debated with himself. It would be so gratifying just to say it had been Mark, and watch his father solve his problem. "It was me, Dad." then raised on to signal to his father. "What I want to know is who told you?"

"You did, but that is a long story." Vegeta looked down at his shirt. The blasted woman was getting his spandex wet.

"The real question here is what are we going to do about this situation? Capsule and Global are the most important things at this moment. We can't wait around and let your soap opera life style sink the ship so to speak." A Capsule rep looked over at the Global reps mad doodling. "Got any ideas yet."

"Putting in applications at the nearest McDonalds sounds good." He muttered as quietly as he could. "We should stick with the best friend approach for right now. Until we get a chance to cram this with the other PR personal."

"Sorry, but I have a best friend." Trunks refused.

"Ahh yes we know, A Mr. Son Goten, Pan's uncle in fact. We already took care of him."

"Took care of. What did you do to Uncle Goten?"

"We handed him a camera and told him he would be the lead photographer on a new Sports Illustrated Swim suit magazine in we in the Sates. He seemed really happy about it." One of Global's men responded "Trust us, it was not an easy thing to do. The cost was tremendous, but we knew there was no chance he would say no." He flipped to a page in his book with a picture of Goten on it. There was a short biography by it. "It say right here in the biography that he has a weakness for beautiful girls."

"Let me see that." Pan stood up and snatched it from the man. The book contained massive amounts of information on family and friends. There was even a picture of Piccolo and a few sentences about him. "I don't believe this. How did you get these? What are you, secret members of the CIA, FBI, IRS or maybe MIB?

"We're worse. We are exactly who we say we are, PR reps."

Devero flipped through his folder "What is this tennis, jogging, volley ball, paintball." He showed the page to Travis.

"These are some activities we would like to see you and Mr. Brief taking part in together." Travis smiled, he seemed very proud of himself.

Trunks started to laugh "Hey, sure why not. I wouldn't mind hitting you tennis balls, leaving you panting by the side of the road, eating sand, covered in paint."

Mark shot Trunks a thumb up, and took a pen out of Travis' jacket and began writing on the paper. "Here you go all fixed. There you go."

Travis scowled at the page "You crossed out all the athletic activities. What are these chess, checkers, and monopoly?"

"If that isn't good enough you can add feeding pigeons to the list." Mark smiled "I know exactly where I stand in this relationship."

Trunks scowled "If you think you can beat me at monopoly bring it on."

"Done!" Devero fired back. "Just find me the board, moneybags."

Pan jumped up "I know exactly where they are kept too." She stepped around Trunks. He watched her rush out of the room with a happy expression. She really did want him to work things out with Devero. That was not likely to happen. Trunks had a new short-term goal. HE was going to be the new ruler of Park place.