Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Looking Back: No Longer an Option But a Lifeline ❯ Not a Normal Corner Store ( Chapter 4 )

Chapter 3: Not a Normal Corner Store

 

Sometimes in extreme weather, such as hot and cold, your mind creates images you want to see. So that must be it. My mind is playing tricks on me.

 

-Trunks

 

It had taken an hour or so to get the hard on down. He had taken a cold shower, but that still hadn't helped. Even after taking care of it himself it hadn't gone away completely. Did his body crave her's that much? He always told her he couldn't live without her, but after everything happened, he thought he just might be able to. He had done so for the last ten years, and he had made quite a name for himself. He was always seen with the most beautiful women and was always known as a lady's man. His reputation had suite him well.

 

He was now forty years old and his mother was begging him to settle down. She wanted grandchildren from him and a secure heir to the company after he died. Hell, his younger sister had already married his best friend. They had one child just recently and he was secretly jealous of their happiness. In truth, he did want a family, preferable before his midlife crisis hit. Every once in a while he dreamed of what it would be like to have a family. A beautiful wife that loved him, one in which he too loved. A woman that cared more about who he was as a person and less about his good looks and billionaire status. One that wouldn't be so worried about what her figure would look like during and after pregnancy. A woman that would be willing to have as many children as possible with him. A woman that would have the same interests as him, maybe even a woman he could tell his heritage to. Tell her that that he was only half human. His human mother being the heiress to a multi-billion dollar corporation, and his father, the prince of an almost deceased extra-terrestrial warrior race. He had met only one woman like that, but sadly, it was not meant to be.

 

He walked down the stairs and through the many halls that would take him to his destination. The kitchen. It was about two in the morning and time for food. His stomach craved a bowl of cereal at that moment and he was wishing his mother would take him up on his offer to put a second kitchen for snacks upstairs. Unfortunately for him, and his father, she claimed that if he wanted to eat constantly then she was not going to make it easier for him.

 

As he entered the kitchen he turned on the lights and they illuminated the room. Everything was clean. His mother had cleaned the kitchen before going to bed. Dishes were clean, counters were wiped, and there was nothing left on the stove. Everything had its place and was in it. Nothing was out of the ordinary, but he got a strange feeling something was about to happen. He looked around, not sensing anyone, and sure enough, no one was there. He was sure there were eyes on him, but he didn't know whose they were. It didn't feel human, and it didn't feel extra-terrestrial. Nothing living. If it wasn't living, what could it be? He wasn't sure, but he felt it in the pits of his stomach.

 

The thoughts of his stomach brought back his memory of why he was in the kitchen in the first place. He walked towards the cabinet and grabbed a box of cereal, one with lots of sugar. As long as it had sugar, he didn't care. He then walked towards another cupboard and grabbed a large bowl, big enough for the entire box of cereal. He pulled out the drawer beneath the counter and took out a spoon placing it in the bowl. Walking to the island in the middle of the kitchen, he placed all of his contents onto the hard wood island and poured the entire box of cereal into the bowl. Looking around for the milk, and realizing that it wasn't there and went to the fridge to retrieve it. He looked at the refrigerator and his heart started beating. He got the feeling once again that he wasn't alone. Or that something was happening. He didn't know, but he stepped towards the refrigerator and slowly reached out for the handle. Taking a deep breath he opened it and looked inside.

 

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“Damn it,” he cursed as he walked into the corner store with the little bell signaling to whoever wasn't behind the counter that someone was there. He was surprised to find a corner store open in this weather. It was a snowstorm now; no longer raining. As expected, it was freezing outside. He shook the snow from his hair and clothes as he looked around. It was very small, and very simple. Not much to the store. He would be surprised if there was any milk.

 

He walked around the small store, which was no bigger than one hundred fifty by fifty. As he followed the walls of refrigerated goods looking for milk, a man walked through a door that led to the back supplies. Trunks looked up at the man that smiled at him and Trunks smiled back. The man seemed to be in his mid-forties, he was about Trunks' height with black hair and dark brown eyes that were almost black.

 

“Here you go.” Trunks snapped out of his examination of the man and realized that this man was standing right in front of him. In his hand, he held two half gallons of milk.

 

“Thank you,” Trunks said hesitantly. He got a feeling from this man, the same feeling he had been feeling for a while. As if someone was watching him. As if it were this man that was watching him. But that couldn't be, Trunks had never met this man before in his life. At least, he didn't think so. It wasn't a bad feeling, just weird. So who was he?

 

“The baby is hungry, huh?” the man said.

 

Trunks was once again taken from his thoughts as he answered the man's question. “Umm, no. I don't have any kids. I'm just hungry.”

 

“That's kind of hard to believe,” the man said in a joking manner. “I've been working in this corner store for years, and the only men I have seen come here during a storm are ones who's wives forced them to get something. Usually milk or chocolate. It's always the babies or the food cravings.” The man laughed as he finished saying this. Trunks couldn't help but laugh along with him. He could only imagine how many men came in getting things for their wives. With storms like these that only came one every few years, all the stores would close. It must have been very good business for this man to keep his small shop open, even if not many people went out for food.

 

“No, I'm not even married. Just really hungry,” Trunks laughed as he walked to the counter to pay for the milk but the man did not follow him. He turned around to find the man staring at him. He felt a little nervous under his stare. “Can I pay for this? Not to be rude ore anything, I'd really like to get home,” Trunks asked.

 

“Don't worry about it, just take it. Besides, the baby needs it.” Trunks just stared at the man, wondering if he had some type of short-term memory.

 

“I told you, I don't have any children. And I have the money to…” Trunks tried to finish his sentence but was interrupted.

 

“Your wife is waiting. I think you really need to get home.” Trunks stood stock-still. Who the hell was this guy?

 

“I told you all ready, I don't have any children and I…”

 

“Your wife is getting worried.”

 

Trunks could do nothing but stare. There was no way this man could be this dense, could he? After a minute of deliberation, Trunks just shook his head and took the two half gallons and walked towards the door. “Whatever, thanks for the milk though.

 

“You better hurry,” the man said behind him.

 

“I will,” Trunks said, tired of telling the man otherwise. Trunks walked out of the store, walked around the corner and took to the sky, not once looking back.

 

“That man was nuts,” Trunks laughed to himself.

 

He landed on the front porch of Capsule Corporation and walked inside, milk in hand. Still shaking his head at the memory of the conversation he had only minutes before. He walked into the kitchen and placed one of the half gallons into the fridge and placed the other on the island in the middle of the kitchen. He poured himself a bowl of cereal and was about to pour in the milk when something stopped him and his heart began to beat rapidly. It was a baby, it was crying, and it was coming closer. It was right outside the kitchen door. His heart began to beat even faster as he turned around to see who it was behind him, and what he saw made his heart stop. It was her.

 

“Trunks, you're back, I was starting to get worried. Did you get the milk?”