Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Teenage Hormone's ❯ Work Day ( Chapter 6 )
A.N. Boo! Haha I bet you thought I had died or something. Just kidding. I'm really sorry for the delay and I'm going to really try to finish the next chapter soon. But in my defense school has been hectic and I do have a 98.3% in math. Yeah!
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ
Trunks cut his pancake up and shoved yet another piece into his mouth. Syrup dripped on the wife beater he was wearing, he just shrugged and kept on eating. Bulma sat across from him eating a muffin. She picked a piece off and popped it into her mouth.
"What're you doing today Trunks?"
"I don't know yet." Trunks stopped eating for a second and wiped his mouth off with the back of his hand.
"Do you want to come to work with me today?"
"It's summer vacation mom I don't want to work."
"C'mon! It'll be fun! I'll let you fire someone!"
"No thanks." Trunks bowed his head and ate more of his pancake.
"Your coming." Bulma put her muffin down and glared at him.
"Nope me and Goten are going to go out."
"I'll let him come to."
Trunks wrinkled his nose as he tried to think of another excuse not to go. He tapped his fingers on the table and tilted his head to the side. "Alright but I'm only going if Goten wants to go."
"Well go wake him up! He's still sleeping! And make sure you change into something nice."
Trunks sighed and pushed himself away from the table. He walked over to the living room and stepped over to the couch, which Goten was lying on. Trunks leaned over him and gently shook his shoulder. "Goten?"
Goten sat up quickly and bashed his head into Trunks'. "What's going on?" He said while looking around sleepily.
Meanwhile Trunks had stumbled back and was clutching his face. "Holy shit Goten! What was that for?"
Goten's eyes were half closed as he looked down at Trunks. "What are you doing on the floor?"
Trunks rubbed his chin and looked up at Goten. "I lost my balance." He rolled his eyes and sat up, leaning back on his hands.
Goten giggled and rolled off the couch and onto Trunks. Goten straddled Trunks and locked his ankles behind his back. "That was silly of you." Goten bent his head down and licked the bit of syrup off of Trunks' shirt. "You should pay attention to what your doing."
"Oh shut up you jerk, your such a tease!" Trunks shoved Goten off of him and stumbled to his feet. Trunks glared down at him. "My mom wants to know if you want to come to work with her?" He muttered through clenched teeth.
Goten sniffed. "Okay." He pushed out his bottom lip and looked up at Trunks. "I'm sorry." He whispered silently.
Trunks frowned even deeper. "You can borrow one of my suits from upstairs. Just go have a shower." Trunks turned around and marched up the stairs leaving Goten on the floor who scrambled up and ran up the stairs to the bathroom.
In Trunks' room he sat on his bed trying to pull on the pants from his suit. He was buckling up his belt when Goten walked in from his shower. Goten tried to get Trunks' eye but he just kept on looking away. Goten walked over to the closet and pulled out one of Trunks' smaller suits. It was a little bit ratty grey one and he grabbed a turtleneck to wear under it. Trunks had pulled on a navy blue jacket to match his pants on with a striped tie to go with it.
Trunks walked over to his dresser and pulled out a pair of boxers. He tossed them at Goten. "Here, and remember to get your own clothes or go to your own house one day!" He screamed at him.
Goten narrowed his eyes, turned around and stomped away back to the bathroom where he changed into the suit.
Trunks tightened his tie in the mirror and walked back downstairs. He sat at the table where Bulma was still sitting but done her muffin.
Bulma noticed the gloomy expression on his face and asked him what was wrong.
"Me and Goten had our first fight." Trunks mumbled.
Bulma leaned across the table and patted his hand. "Honey, this can't be your first fight. Countless times as you were growing up you two were fighting over something."
Trunks pulled his hand away. "Then it's our first fight as a couple."
"Trunks fights happen, and I hope they are never serious enough for you two to break up. I know this may seem kind of soon but I hope you two are together forever. Do you remember how Goten was when Paris dumped him? Now imagine that break up plus a lifetime of friendship behind it. Goten, and you, will be heartbroken. Don't get mad about something petty, because in here," She reached up and touched her left breast, "It doesn't matter."
Trunks stared at her. "Are you done?" He said dully.
Goten was walking down the stairs as Bulma stood up and slapped Trunks on the back of the head. She grabbed Goten's arm and dragged him outside to the car and got in. Trunks followed and got in the back seat.
All 3 passengers in the car were angry with each other. Except for Bulma and Goten who would give Trunks an evil eye through a mirror occasionally. Bulma sped around corners and angrily tapped her fingers on the steering wheel. She swerved her car into Capsule Corporations' parking lot and whipped into a space titled `Owner and CEO: Bulma Briefs.' Simultaneously the three opened their doors, stepped out of the car and slammed the doors shut.
Bulma mumbled `follow me' and she led the through two revolving glass doors. Inside, the first floor had very high roof, floor length windows draped with white curtains allowed the morning sun to filter in. It was quiet except for the occasional ring of a telephone and the clear secretaries voice answering it.
About 15 feet from the door there was a maple desk from which a young girl, maybe twenty years old, stepped from and walked towards the small group. She was small, maybe 5 feet tall with long hair pulled back into a ponytail. She wore a pair or black-framed glasses on her nose. She held a day planner in her right hand and a pen in her left. She wore a thigh length grey skirt with a matching top and a purple blouse underneath.
"Good morning Mrs. Briefs." She said in a tough, no nonsense voice.
"Good morning Anne." They met in the middle of the floor and turned to walk briskly towards the elevator down the hall. "This is my son, Trunks, and his boyfriend Goten."
Anne stopped and looked back at the boys who were still standing in the entrance, glaring at each other.
Anne looked at the angry looks on their faces and turned to Bulma. "Are you sure?"
Bulma gasped as Goten reached up and punched Trunks in the face and started screaming at him. Bulma and Anne began running towards them as Trunks grabbed Goten by the front of the shirt and lifted him up. Goten was still mouthing off at him.
"Boys! Boys! Quit it!" Bulma screamed at them. She managed to get to their attention after a couple more punches had been thrown. Anne helped Bulma wrestle Goten out of Trunks' grasp and try to hold them apart.
"You guys can't fight anymore, you're a couple! Now kiss and make up."
"No."
"No."
They both turned and crossed their arms across their chest.
Bulma rubbed her forehead tiredly. `Maybe this was a bad idea.' She thought.