Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Colors Black and Red ❯ Dinner ( Chapter 3 )

Hey kids, back again. To Megan's question, this is an A/U fic, they aren't Saiyans and there are no such things as ki blasts. OH I wanted to make something clear, this is a Trunks and Pan fic… they will get together in the end… it's just gonna take some time and some doing. It may surprise you, LOL it may surprise me. Here we go…..

Trunks stood in his bathroom shaving. He was humming a random tune clad only in a towel. As he lathered his face, his thoughts went to the dinner that would come in a few hours. At first he thought himself a fool to invite her the way he did, but she had accepted. Not only had she accepted but they also had a date for the weekend. Where would he take her? It had been so long since he had enjoyed the company of a woman, especially one as captivating as Macy. It was like she knew exactly what to do, but she didn't DO anything. Macy was just Macy. She argued with him, disobeyed him, and wasn't swayed by anything he did. That's what he liked about her; she had spunk. Her presence just oozed supremacy. She made it seem that she could not be dominated, and that made him want to all the more. Trunks smirked in the mirror and continued to shave. It was going to be a good night he could feel it. No worries of the business, it was a free night; no worries of his sister, she would be with him; and no worries about Macy, she always made him smile.

Having known her brother her whole life, Bra knew that he was excited about the evening, as was she. She didn't have to get them started after all. Bra wanted so badly for her brother to find something that would cure him of his… she couldn't find a term for, but it needed to be fixed. She put a satin Blue skirt on with a shiny black bodice. She looked at her clothes… nothing casual at all. She wondered when she had given up the jeans she loved in college to wear thin sleek dresses every night. That had been long ago, before she wanted to sing, before she wanted to spend the rest of her life with Ubuu, before she learned so many things. Bra put those thoughts out of her head. Not that they were unpleasant, she just didn't know what spawned them. After slipping on her shoes, she made her way to the lounge to have a seat and wait for Trunks.

Goten had just left her, as he always did before she went out. He worried for her, she thought. Her clammy hands told her she was nervous. There was no reason on earth that she should be nervous. It was just dinner with her boss and current target, but still that light feeling was there. She had chosen to sport a red little cocktail dress with her black combat boots and black choker. There was just something about those colors she liked she couldn't explain it. Having perfected the black eyeliner to make her eyes look cat-like, she put her coat on and made her way to get a cab to Focus where she would have a nice dinner with a nice guy that sooner or later, whether she liked it or not, had to die by her hands.

Ubuu and Bra sat at the table while Trunks paced. She thought his nervousness was adorable. Ubuu tapped her hand, "Is he ever going to sit down?" he whispered with a smile

"No, not until she gets here." Bra laughed.

"Bra what's on the menu tonight?" Trunks asked.

"I think we're having chicken parmesan with pasta and meat sauce why?" Her brother had never been one to be choosy about his meals.

"Do you think Macy will like Italian?" He asked in worry.

"It's my favorite, why?" The girl in question said as she came in the doors. Trunks whirled around quickly, a pleasant smile coming to his face.

"You're here," He went to her and helped her with her coat. After helping her, he admired her very striking attire. "And look amazing." He said after his pause. Macy smiled down-shifting her head to avoid eye contact. His eyes they held too much for her. Held things she didn't want to think about and couldn't think about in the end. "Come sit. We'll have wine." Trunks said as he led her to the table.

"Thank you, Mr… Trunks." She smiled brilliantly showing her sparkling teeth. Trunks smirked at her correction.

"I'm glad I've almost broke you of that habit."

They all shared an exquisite meal of fine, rich Italian food. Of the four, no one could remember having a better time. At first, Macy and Trunks were both fidgety and nervous. That faded quickly, as everyone talked about their day. Soon it was time to get the club ready to open. Ubuu and Trunks went to carry supplies up, leaving the girls alone. It was a perfect time to prod Macy a little. Bra grinned.

"Dinner was lovely." Bra said in her normal bubbly tone.

"Yes, it was." Macy agreed with a nod as she carried the remains of their meal to the back where everything would be washed. Bra followed in hot pursuit.

"You know, Macy, I think my brother likes you, a lot. What do you think?"

"I wouldn't be at liberty to say; besides you should know better than me. You've known him longer." Macy raised an eyebrow knowing where this would lead.

"Well, I guess that means he does like you then." Bra winked at her. Macy's only reaction was to roll her eyes to the top of her head and walk a back in to the main room. Bra wasn't one to give up and followed right on her heels. "He tells me you have plans for this weekend."

"And?" Macy asked not giving away anything she felt or feared.

"And, I was wondering what you were doing."

"I don't know. Why don't you go give you brother the run down then come back and tell me?" Macy said in a sarcastic humor. Bra pouted a little.

"He already sent me away, and told me I was nosey earlier." Macy giggled.

"You are. Look, we're just friends. I'm sure whatever we do will be simple." Bra smiled as she thought, `welcome to the family.'

Macy began wiping mugs, glasses, and stemware for the night. Letting her do her work, Bra went back stage to warm up for her first number. Macy did the work meticulously. She was driving thoughts that she should not be having away from her head. Trunks and she weren't even friends she would tell herself in hopes of believing it eventually. Time passed and it was time to open. Macy welcomed the men who ordered drink after drink, tossed phone numbers at her, and gave her horrid pick up lines. She flirted back a little, hell they gave great tips, but it also took her mind away from her boss, her crazy inner battle with her feelings, their date, and his beautiful eyes.

Sorry it's so short guys things have been rough. I'm having some personal problems right now so I don't know when I can update again. I think next chappy I'll skip some time and just move on to the date. How's it going so far? Anyone lost? Anyone confused? Anyone… well if you are, feel free to review and I'll try to help the best I can. I have lots of fun writing this story; it's just finding time to do so. I hope you guys like it and don't give up on me. Later taters DBPrincess116