Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Playing House ❯ Chapter 1

 

 

 

Playing House

Chapter One

 

** Standard Disclaimers Apply**

 

The blue haired inventor known as Bulma Briefs stared down at the telephone in her hand with a look of horror. She couldn't believe what she had just done. It had to be a bad dream. There was no way in hell that she had just told a possible investor that Trunks was married. Nope, there was no way, that would have been suicide for her credibility. She turned her eyes to the note pad on the side table. There in her quick had writing was a note stating that a Mr. Wilkinson would be coming to visit Trunks and his new wife in two weeks. Yep, it was real and she was in deep trouble. For the millionth time she reminded herself to think first and speak later, if she would have done that she wouldn't be in the predicament that she was in now. After setting the phone back on its cradle she head for her lab. It was time to do a little problem solving.

 

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The bodies of two sparing partners sat motionless on the grass lawn of the CC compound. Each exhausted from the fight that they had just had, their harsh breathing the only sound between them as they rested. Slowly, one fighter turned to study the other. Trunks couldn't believe how much the girl lying beside him had grown. It seemed like only a few weeks ago that she was the little kid that had gone into space with him. It had been almost ten years though, and she had defiantly grown up. She had gone from the weak little tomboy who at times could be annoying, to a powerful and mature young woman.

 

“What are you staring at boxer boy?” Then again, old habits die hard.

 

“I'm just looking at you. You've changed a lot you known. You grew up.”

 

Pan huffed at him “Yep, that's me, Miss Mature. When do you think that you'll be joining me in here in adulthood?”

 

The purple haired male gave her a sour look that quickly turned into a smirk. “Just as soon as you can beat me in a fight Panny.” Trunks wasn't sure what made her madder, the reminder that he was stronger or the use of her hated childhood nickname, but she looked ready to kill. He waited for her to take a swing at him so that they could begin sparing again.

 

Pan turned to Trunks. “I should kill you” she spat at him “but I have a date that I'm going to need to get ready for soon.” She then stuck her tongue out at him and turned her face skyward. “I'll punish you later.”

 

“A date? Who's the lucky guy?”

“I'm not sure, it's someone that works under dad, it's a blind date.” Pan shifted a bit. “I wish mom and dad would stop trying to set me up, it's become pointless and annoying. They have the worst taste in guys and they refuse to take no for an answer. I mean most of the guys just like me because of my family. The ones that were half way decent only stuck around long enough to find out how strong I am, then their gone. I hate it.” She turned and looked at him. “If I didn't want a family so much I'd say to hell with it all and become a spinster.”

 

“Would it help if I told you I know exactly how you feel?” Trunks gave a small smile at Pan doubtful face. “It's true, every woman that I have every dated has seen only seen one thing in me, CC. I have yet to find a woman who can honestly say that she likes me more than she likes my money. I also have my mother on my back about grandchildren. Just wait until your parents start with that, it can get ugly. Sometimes I wonder if I'm asking for too much. What do you think?”

 

“I think that blind dates are evil, and that parents should not be able to interfere in the children's love lives.” Pan slowly got to her feet and held out her hand to help Trunks up.

 

“Maybe we should just marry each other and save ourselves the aggravation of finding that special someone.” Trunks said as she stood up. “Can you see us telling our families that we were getting married?”

 

“My dad would kill you, he thinks I spend to much time with you as it is, and mom would say that you were too old for me.” Pan put her finger to her chin in a thoughtful pose. “Uncle Goten would be cool with it, but Grandma Chi would probably get her frying pan out after you. Your family wouldn't be any better.”

 

“Your right, my father would hit the roof.” Trunks deepened his voice “The son of the Prince of All Saiyans joining with the spawn of that third class clown, the world would come to an end!”

 

The two began laughing as they walk towards the main house, Vegeta would definitely kill them before he saw them together.

 

 

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Bulma sat at her work table looking at a paper that contained her list of options.

 

 

 

Options

 

Tell Mr. Wilkinson the truth

Say that his wife is in another country

Build Trunks a robot wife

Find some one to pretend to be Trunk's wife

 

Telling Wilkinson the truth was out of the question, not only would they loose his support but most likely the support of some of their other investors, Mr. Wilkinson had a lot of friends. Saying that Trunk's wife was in another country also wouldn't work. Wilkinson would want to meet her eventually and it would look strange for newly weds to be separated so soon after marring. So options one and two were down. Three wasn't looking very promising either. She was a genius but she had never built anything that could pass for a human before and they only had two weeks. That meant that three was out and that option four was the winner. Bulma pulled out another piece of paper and began to list what kind of woman she would need.

 

Woman Would Need

 

To know Trunks and his habits

To have been seen with Trunks in the past

To know a little about business

To be willing to put her life on hold for one month

To understand that the marriage would not be real and would not lead to a real marriage

To be trusted not to tell anyone what she was doing

To be conferrable enough to with Trunks to be able to act like a newly wed

 

Who did she know that would fit all of those qualities? None of the girls Trunks had dated would work. They would take it too seriously. None of the younger women the work at CC would be right either. She couldn't pay a stranger to do it and she doubted that any of Bra's friends would make good choices. What was she going to do?!

 

Salvation suddenly came to her in the form of two people laughing. Looking out the window she saw her son throw his arm around Pan's shoulder as the two headed for the main house. Quickly she compared Pan with her list.

 

Pan was Trunk's best friend she knew just about everything about him. She had also been to a few social business functions with Trunks, and she had a degree in business. She worked for CC so she could take the time off from work and she had no romantic interest in Trunks so she wouldn't see this as a way to `catch' Trunks. She could be trusted and she and Trunks causally touch each outer often, they would have little trouble appearing as newly weds. The kissing might be a little hard, but they could work on that. Pan was perfect for the job. Now all she had to do was convince the two of them to agree to her little plan. Bulma smiled, it was time to work her both her business and motherly charms, and if they didn't work then she would beat the two a Chichi frying pan until they gave in.

 

Bulma headed for the main house.

 

 

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When Bulma reached the main house she went straight to one place that every saiyan goes to after sparing, the kitchen. There she found her son and hopefully his soon to be pretend wife eating a snack that could sever twenty people. They both look up at her when she walked though the door.

 

“Hi you two, did you have a good spar?” Bulma asked in a sickingly sweet voice. The two demi-saiyans looked at her, then each other, and then back at her.

 

Trunks sat down his sandwich. “What's going on mom? You only use that voice when you want us to do something we probably won't agree too.”

 

“Trunks honey, you shouldn't be so critical of me. How do you know you won't agree to it I haven't even asked you yet?”

 

“So you do want something.”

 

Bulma sat down at the table and looked at both of them. “Yes, I'm going to need both of your help. A big investor is coming here to stay for a month and I need you two to show him the good side of C.C.'s founding family.”

 

Trunks gave her a doubtful look. “Why is coming here and why didn't he talk to me about it?”

 

“Well, he's an older gentlemen and he believes that a man's family life affects the way he dose business. He wants to meet you on a personal level Trunks and he came to me because we knew each other years ago and he hadn't been aware that I had passed the company on to you. It would be good for C.C. if we had his support. If he joins some of the unsure possible investor will follow.” Trunks nodded his head satisfied with her answer but still suspicious.

 

“Ms. Bulma” Pan spoke up. “You said you need my help too, what do you need me to do?”

 

“Oh! I nearly forgot. Mr. Wilkinson wanted to meet Trunks new wife as well and seeing as Trunks isn't married I thought that you would be perfect to play the part of the newest Mrs. Briefs while he's here.”

 

“Oh, o.k. if that's what you need me to …….WHAT?!?!?!” Pan jumped out of her chair. Trunks followed her up.

 

“Mom, what did you do? Why dose Wilkinson think that I'm married? Why didn't you correct him on the issue?” With each question Trunks's voice grew louder until he was nearly shouting. Pan looked like she was going to fell over.

 

Bulma turned red and gave them both a withering look. “Don't you dare shout at me mister. I brought you into this world and I can take you of it. As I said before Mr. Wilkinson is an older gentlemen who believes in family. He wouldn't support a company that was run by a young single man, so I told him that you had just been married. Of course it was a small and quiet ceremony, and we won't be announcing it for awhile because we don't want the press bothering the newly weds. Wilkinson agreed to keep it quiet and he wants to invest, but he wants to meet the happy couple first.” She looked over at Pan. “Pan is the only female who knows you well enough to pull this off. All the two of you have to do is act like your married for one month, that's it.”

 

“Mom this…..”

 

“Ms. Bulma I…..”

 

Bulma's hand flew up to stop whatever they were going to say. She gave them both her strongest `I'm your mother do as I say look' and told them “You will do this.” Both young adult sat back down with their heads bowed and agreed to do what ever she wanted them to do. No one can resist `The Look'.

 

Her voice changed back to it's sickingly sweat tone. “Good! Now you two don't worry about a thing, I'll set it all up. You just work on being conferrable with each other. You'll need to display signs of affection for this to work so I suggest that you start practicing. Pan you can move in here next week so that you can be use to living here by the time Mr. Wilkinson comes. Don't worry about your family I'll explain everything to them.” Bulma gave them both a smile. “There is nothing for you to worry about, we're going to pull this off.” With that the blue haired woman left the kitchen muttering about all the things she needed to do.

 

Trunks looked over at Pan “Are you o.k. doing this?”

 

“I'm going to have to be” Pan sighed. “I needed to go and cancel my date, I'm a married woman now.”