Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Nevermind ❯ Work Order ( Chapter 9 )
[ P - Pre-Teen ]
By: Ravenpan 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.12.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.1K | Visits: 235 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.12.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.1K | Visits: 235 | Status: Work In Progress
Shonen Ai. I don't own them, I just do mean things to them. I realise these chapters may seem short (barely three pages) but it's easier for me to seperate into scenes that way. I hope you still enjoy the stuff I put these boys through!
Innocence is Futile.
NEVERMIND
By Raven Pan
IX - Work Order
Wednesday, March 24
"Oi, Chibi!" I walked into our house, shutting the door behind me. "I'm home!"
"I'm in the bedroom!" I heard your voice call to me. I couldn't help but laugh a little as I put down my briefcase.
"I just got home... can I at least take a break first!?" I headed up the stairs to our bedroom, then stopped at the sight of you... and blinked. "Uh... Chibi?"
You were in front of the mirror, standing in a pair of suit pants and top. You looked a bit messy, though it looked like you were attempting to be neat while trying to put on your tie. "Yeah?" Your tongue was stuck out a bit, that way you always do when you're concentrating. I could see you were even biting down on it slightly.
"Why are you getting all dressed up?" I couldn't help but raise an eyebrow as I stepped forward - taking off my jacket and hanging it up.
"Cause I need to figure this out by tomorrow... damnit, how the hell do you tie this thing without choking yourself!"
"Here, lemme show you." I stepped up behind you and started tying it slowly. "Fat over skinny, then through the loop near your neck.... go back in the direction with fat the same you did before one and a half times, so there's a flat in the front, come up behind through the neck again and down through the flat." I paused as a thought came to me. "So, why you need to wear a tie? Chichi ask you to come home for dinner?"
"No... I got a job." I couldn't believe it - watching dumbly as you started slowly untying it so you could remember how to put it back in that half windsor I'd shown you.
I stepped back, "You... got a job..." you had to be kidding.
"Yeah... I was getting tired of just sitting around home all day... I wanted to do something, earn my keep, ya know." You looked over your shoulder and smiled... and it was like a stab to my back.
"You don't need to though," I frowned slightly.
"I know I don't NEED to... but I want to." He turned, and tilted his head while looking at me. Damn... it's the puppy look.
After I sighed, I couldn't help but roll my eyes and grab his tie. I pulled him forward, and kissed his nose, "You don't need a job."
"I want it, though." Why?! Don't I make more than enough for the both of us? "I want to do something... go somewhere. I mean, it's not a really big important job... just something to do."
I'm sure you could think of something to do... "Damnit." I dropped my hand from his tie... mie tie around his neck actually, and crossed my arms. "Goten, you just got out of the hospital a week ago. You don't need a job... you've got me to take care of you." Let me take care of you!
"But I don't want you to have to take care of me, Trunks. I'm a big boy now. I can take care of myself." Okay... so you had a point there....
That didn't stop my frown from turning into a scowl though. I guess I hit defensive mode. "If it's more money you want, you know you only have to ask." And that's true! I'd give you anything.
"I don't want money, Trunks!" Why are you looking at me like I just ran your niece over?! "I just want to DO something... make something of myself, like you have."
I haven't done anything... you know that Mom forced this on me. I wanted to be an architect! "Goten... it's not like I asked to be president of Capsule Corp," I huffed out.
"I know that... Trunks... I just," you sighed. "Forget it."
Fine, I'll forget it... I promised we wouldn't fight anyhow. So, with a sigh, I walked out of our room. "What do you want for supper?"
"Don't care. Whatever you want is fine."
I stopped at the top of the steps, and looked back to see you sitting on the bed, loosening the tie. "Damnit, Chibi - what do you want, blood?" So much for forgetting it....
"I want you to realise that I want to be an adult too... I'm tired of being the 'chibi'."
What the hell? "But I've always called you that...." I could tell I was probably blinking stupidly too. I mean... I've always called you Chibi... you never had a problem with it before!
"But you've always TREATED me like that too!" you stood as though that'd put more fight into your words... but you didn't need to - they already hurt. "You treat me like I can't take care of myself! I'm thirty seven years old, Trunks! I'm not seven anymore!"
I narrowed my eyes. This was uncalled for! "What's that supposed to mean, Goten? You want me to call you Sir now? Get you a fucking secretary and make appointments and shit?" Okay, maybe I didn't have to go that far... but I was angry!
Definitely not that far, as I saw tears well up in your eyes. "I just don't want to be treated like a kid anymore...."
I had to close my eyes to keep from staring at the unshed tears... if I looked too long I'd lose it, and I had to be the calm one.
I'm always the calm one, right? "Goten..." I sighed. "I know you're not a kid. I know you're an adult, I just... I want to take care of you. I want to buy you everything you need, and well, everything that goes with it. I don't mean to treat you like a kid... I guess I'm just set in my ways."
Okay, I didn't mean to say quite that much. Now you're gonna think I've gone soft or something. So, I turned my back to you and went down into the livingroom to flop on the couch - my well accustomed scowl firmly in place.
I saw you wipe your eyes before you followed slowly. "But in taking care of me, I stay in here, day after day, with nothing to do. I just want to do something while you're at work... have something that I can call my own..."
"What about those three tubs of guineapigs you've managed to acquire?" I raised an eyebrow.
"Daycare?" You smiled slightly, but I could tell you were upset still. I can always tell. I watched dispassionately as you knelt beside the couch, looking up at me. "Please, Trunks. I really want to try and have a job." I don't get it! "So you got one where you have to wear a suit and tie?" You've got the best job ever... doing whatever you want, whenever you want! I know people who'd KILL to have someone take care of them so they could do whatever.... Shit, I'd kill for that. So what'd I do? I just raised an eyebrow and kept sulking, of course. This makes no sense whatsoever.
"I ain't flipping burgers," you smirked. "And I don't think my mom would bitch me out too much."
She's probably been praying for this. Damn woman. "No, she'll probably throw a party when she finds out you're society's clone," I frowned when I realised you were still being persistant.
And if it's one thing you are... it's persistant. "You really want to do this, don't you."
You nodded slowly, and I could see a hopeful look enter your eyes, taking away the tears. Good... maybe I won't make you cry this time.... "Yeah...."
I sighed. "Fine. But if you ever decide you don't like it you're gonna quit," I told you. If you wanted this so badly... who was I to take it away from you? But I wouldn't see you get into the drudge the rest of us clones have to... the coming home exhausted, malcontent, ready to strangle the first person who looks at us crosseyed.
Or maybe that's just me.
You broke out into one of the biggest smiles I've seen since you got out of the hospital, jumping up and wrapping your arms around my neck. I'm still not sure if you were trying to strangle me or not. "Sure. Thank you so much, Trunks!"
Okay... maybe not. "Gaakk!!" I half choked out, patting your back. "Uh... does this mean I've gotta stop calling you chibi, or are you trying to choke me to death before I get the chance?!"
You let me go, chuckling as you rubbed the back of your head. I must admit that is one of your more amusing 'I'm embarassed now' characteristics. "You can still call me chibi... just not around the job, ok? Can't make me look inferior when I'm supposed to be playing a big boy job."
I hate compromises. "Yeah... sure." Hn... not like you ever told me where you were going to be working.
"And now you're going to have to make appointments with ME for lunch... and maybe I'll have to stay late for work and you can come and keep me company," You said playfully. Well, two can play that game.
I rolled my eyes. Time to show you reality... maybe you would change your mind? "No, if you're going to be getting a big boy's job, and be working big boys hours... you're just gonna have to get your work done, and not use your desk for recreational activities," I smirked as I got up and headed to the kitchen.
"I thought that was the purpose for an undersecretary..." I could almost feel you smirking. You always have a comeback, don't you?
"Trust me, if your secretary is anything like mine... she wouldn't MIND being an under-secretary..." I shot back.
Then I looked back to see you scrunching up your nose, and crossing your arms. Heh, sore point. I bet you have no idea how many women try to hit on me at work... well you'll find out soon enough when the women at your new job do the same. It's annoying... maybe you'll be home within two days?
"What?" I disappeared into the kitchen to start pulling things out of the fridge for supper.
"Well, I guess I won't be needing to offer that job position to you." You little shit! I couldn't help but smirk, but I knew you were too. Especially when you started speaking again. "Anyways, who says I'm not going to BE the secretary."
"Who said you were?" Okay I admit I raised my eyebrow at the milk. I just couldn't see you wanting to work so bad as a secretary - you knew what I put mine through.
"Who said I wasn't?" I looked up at the door to see you crossing your arms in imitation of me, smirking still. You had that playful look in your eyes... I guess that's how I knew you were giving me fits for the hell of it.
"Are you?"
That cheezy grin... maybe I read you wrong? No, I couldn't have. I
never
read you wrong! "Damnit," I turned back to the fridge.
"I'm not," I sighed in relief. "Though I was trying to take your secretary's position," Tha hell?! "But no, I'm going to be some type of department head." Oh Chibi... you had NO Idea what you were getting into... did you?
You'd find out soon enough.
Innocence is Futile.
NEVERMIND
By Raven Pan
IX - Work Order
Wednesday, March 24
"Oi, Chibi!" I walked into our house, shutting the door behind me. "I'm home!"
"I'm in the bedroom!" I heard your voice call to me. I couldn't help but laugh a little as I put down my briefcase.
"I just got home... can I at least take a break first!?" I headed up the stairs to our bedroom, then stopped at the sight of you... and blinked. "Uh... Chibi?"
You were in front of the mirror, standing in a pair of suit pants and top. You looked a bit messy, though it looked like you were attempting to be neat while trying to put on your tie. "Yeah?" Your tongue was stuck out a bit, that way you always do when you're concentrating. I could see you were even biting down on it slightly.
"Why are you getting all dressed up?" I couldn't help but raise an eyebrow as I stepped forward - taking off my jacket and hanging it up.
"Cause I need to figure this out by tomorrow... damnit, how the hell do you tie this thing without choking yourself!"
"Here, lemme show you." I stepped up behind you and started tying it slowly. "Fat over skinny, then through the loop near your neck.... go back in the direction with fat the same you did before one and a half times, so there's a flat in the front, come up behind through the neck again and down through the flat." I paused as a thought came to me. "So, why you need to wear a tie? Chichi ask you to come home for dinner?"
"No... I got a job." I couldn't believe it - watching dumbly as you started slowly untying it so you could remember how to put it back in that half windsor I'd shown you.
I stepped back, "You... got a job..." you had to be kidding.
"Yeah... I was getting tired of just sitting around home all day... I wanted to do something, earn my keep, ya know." You looked over your shoulder and smiled... and it was like a stab to my back.
"You don't need to though," I frowned slightly.
"I know I don't NEED to... but I want to." He turned, and tilted his head while looking at me. Damn... it's the puppy look.
After I sighed, I couldn't help but roll my eyes and grab his tie. I pulled him forward, and kissed his nose, "You don't need a job."
"I want it, though." Why?! Don't I make more than enough for the both of us? "I want to do something... go somewhere. I mean, it's not a really big important job... just something to do."
I'm sure you could think of something to do... "Damnit." I dropped my hand from his tie... mie tie around his neck actually, and crossed my arms. "Goten, you just got out of the hospital a week ago. You don't need a job... you've got me to take care of you." Let me take care of you!
"But I don't want you to have to take care of me, Trunks. I'm a big boy now. I can take care of myself." Okay... so you had a point there....
That didn't stop my frown from turning into a scowl though. I guess I hit defensive mode. "If it's more money you want, you know you only have to ask." And that's true! I'd give you anything.
"I don't want money, Trunks!" Why are you looking at me like I just ran your niece over?! "I just want to DO something... make something of myself, like you have."
I haven't done anything... you know that Mom forced this on me. I wanted to be an architect! "Goten... it's not like I asked to be president of Capsule Corp," I huffed out.
"I know that... Trunks... I just," you sighed. "Forget it."
Fine, I'll forget it... I promised we wouldn't fight anyhow. So, with a sigh, I walked out of our room. "What do you want for supper?"
"Don't care. Whatever you want is fine."
I stopped at the top of the steps, and looked back to see you sitting on the bed, loosening the tie. "Damnit, Chibi - what do you want, blood?" So much for forgetting it....
"I want you to realise that I want to be an adult too... I'm tired of being the 'chibi'."
What the hell? "But I've always called you that...." I could tell I was probably blinking stupidly too. I mean... I've always called you Chibi... you never had a problem with it before!
"But you've always TREATED me like that too!" you stood as though that'd put more fight into your words... but you didn't need to - they already hurt. "You treat me like I can't take care of myself! I'm thirty seven years old, Trunks! I'm not seven anymore!"
I narrowed my eyes. This was uncalled for! "What's that supposed to mean, Goten? You want me to call you Sir now? Get you a fucking secretary and make appointments and shit?" Okay, maybe I didn't have to go that far... but I was angry!
Definitely not that far, as I saw tears well up in your eyes. "I just don't want to be treated like a kid anymore...."
I had to close my eyes to keep from staring at the unshed tears... if I looked too long I'd lose it, and I had to be the calm one.
I'm always the calm one, right? "Goten..." I sighed. "I know you're not a kid. I know you're an adult, I just... I want to take care of you. I want to buy you everything you need, and well, everything that goes with it. I don't mean to treat you like a kid... I guess I'm just set in my ways."
Okay, I didn't mean to say quite that much. Now you're gonna think I've gone soft or something. So, I turned my back to you and went down into the livingroom to flop on the couch - my well accustomed scowl firmly in place.
I saw you wipe your eyes before you followed slowly. "But in taking care of me, I stay in here, day after day, with nothing to do. I just want to do something while you're at work... have something that I can call my own..."
"What about those three tubs of guineapigs you've managed to acquire?" I raised an eyebrow.
"Daycare?" You smiled slightly, but I could tell you were upset still. I can always tell. I watched dispassionately as you knelt beside the couch, looking up at me. "Please, Trunks. I really want to try and have a job." I don't get it! "So you got one where you have to wear a suit and tie?" You've got the best job ever... doing whatever you want, whenever you want! I know people who'd KILL to have someone take care of them so they could do whatever.... Shit, I'd kill for that. So what'd I do? I just raised an eyebrow and kept sulking, of course. This makes no sense whatsoever.
"I ain't flipping burgers," you smirked. "And I don't think my mom would bitch me out too much."
She's probably been praying for this. Damn woman. "No, she'll probably throw a party when she finds out you're society's clone," I frowned when I realised you were still being persistant.
And if it's one thing you are... it's persistant. "You really want to do this, don't you."
You nodded slowly, and I could see a hopeful look enter your eyes, taking away the tears. Good... maybe I won't make you cry this time.... "Yeah...."
I sighed. "Fine. But if you ever decide you don't like it you're gonna quit," I told you. If you wanted this so badly... who was I to take it away from you? But I wouldn't see you get into the drudge the rest of us clones have to... the coming home exhausted, malcontent, ready to strangle the first person who looks at us crosseyed.
Or maybe that's just me.
You broke out into one of the biggest smiles I've seen since you got out of the hospital, jumping up and wrapping your arms around my neck. I'm still not sure if you were trying to strangle me or not. "Sure. Thank you so much, Trunks!"
Okay... maybe not. "Gaakk!!" I half choked out, patting your back. "Uh... does this mean I've gotta stop calling you chibi, or are you trying to choke me to death before I get the chance?!"
You let me go, chuckling as you rubbed the back of your head. I must admit that is one of your more amusing 'I'm embarassed now' characteristics. "You can still call me chibi... just not around the job, ok? Can't make me look inferior when I'm supposed to be playing a big boy job."
I hate compromises. "Yeah... sure." Hn... not like you ever told me where you were going to be working.
"And now you're going to have to make appointments with ME for lunch... and maybe I'll have to stay late for work and you can come and keep me company," You said playfully. Well, two can play that game.
I rolled my eyes. Time to show you reality... maybe you would change your mind? "No, if you're going to be getting a big boy's job, and be working big boys hours... you're just gonna have to get your work done, and not use your desk for recreational activities," I smirked as I got up and headed to the kitchen.
"I thought that was the purpose for an undersecretary..." I could almost feel you smirking. You always have a comeback, don't you?
"Trust me, if your secretary is anything like mine... she wouldn't MIND being an under-secretary..." I shot back.
Then I looked back to see you scrunching up your nose, and crossing your arms. Heh, sore point. I bet you have no idea how many women try to hit on me at work... well you'll find out soon enough when the women at your new job do the same. It's annoying... maybe you'll be home within two days?
"What?" I disappeared into the kitchen to start pulling things out of the fridge for supper.
"Well, I guess I won't be needing to offer that job position to you." You little shit! I couldn't help but smirk, but I knew you were too. Especially when you started speaking again. "Anyways, who says I'm not going to BE the secretary."
"Who said you were?" Okay I admit I raised my eyebrow at the milk. I just couldn't see you wanting to work so bad as a secretary - you knew what I put mine through.
"Who said I wasn't?" I looked up at the door to see you crossing your arms in imitation of me, smirking still. You had that playful look in your eyes... I guess that's how I knew you were giving me fits for the hell of it.
"Are you?"
That cheezy grin... maybe I read you wrong? No, I couldn't have. I
never
read you wrong! "Damnit," I turned back to the fridge.
"I'm not," I sighed in relief. "Though I was trying to take your secretary's position," Tha hell?! "But no, I'm going to be some type of department head." Oh Chibi... you had NO Idea what you were getting into... did you?
You'd find out soon enough.