Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Little Warriors All Grown up ❯ Offer ( Chapter 12 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Disclaimer: I do NOT own DBZ, all characters and everyone else is belongs to Akira Toriyama!

I’m sorry for not having updated in a while! Life is starting to get busy once more as college is starting again.
For a little while I wasn’t too sure where I wanted this story to head, but I’ve got a plan now... So I hope the trail I’ll be going down you, the readers, will enjoy :)
Just a reminder that generally my FanFiction page is updated far more often with things such as grammar errors. I haven't yet come back to MedmiaMiner and changed what I've already fixed. Perhaps I will later.
I have the same penname on FF than here. ZWorld.

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Goten walked in the halls of Capsule Corp with a full smile on his face. The torture was finally over and he could finally walk in freedom without an annoying itch to distract him. Why such a simple task had caused him such annoyance in the first place, he had no idea. He was just happy that it had an easy-fix.

He was supposed to be heading towards Vegeta’s Gravity Room to spar, but he honestly didn’t feel like it. He especially didn’t feel like taking a few punches while wearing jeans. Sparring in jeans was the most uncomfortable thing ever as he learnt the hard way.

So instead of heading towards the GR, he kept his ki low as he walked the halls. He’s barely within the last few years walked through all the hallways that were inside of Capsule Corp as normally he would just be in the area of their living quarters. He thought about heading to his apartment floor to have another look over his soon-to-be home, but he felt like exploring.

As he walked round to the west side of Capsule Corp he came across a door that was closed. –That’s weird, I don’t remember this being here- he thought to himself. This floor he’s walked over thousands of times as a kid while growing up. But then again, he and Trunks rarely ever went towards the west side of the dome-shaped building. Curiously he checked if the door was locked. He pulled the handle, only for the door to open soundlessly. He beamed a smile as he felt his curiosity grow. This is the things he liked. He loved to see new things and explore them. He wasn’t just quite ready yet to settle down like Trunks has been planning to do.

He flicked the light switch on from the wall and was dumb folded as he stared at the room.

“What in the world?!” he exclaimed as his eyes followed the walls and items.

All over the walls, starting from his left all the way to his right were full of images of all the Z-fighters through the years. Shelves were full of items that seemed somewhat of importance. He eagerly walked next to the wall, looking at all the portraits of group snap-shots and others of his father and Bulma.

He eyed the shelves that were full of items. Old proto-types of the Dragon Radars caught his eyes for a minute until he saw old armour sets that belonged to Vegeta. His eyes ran over his dad’s famous power pole and other objects. He even came across the sword that was given to Trunks by Tapion.

“Wow, this is amazing,” he whispered as he reached out for a photo of his very young dad and Bulma.

“Pretty neat huh?” Bulma asked as she stood in the door-way watching Goten.

Goten smiled. For once Bulma didn’t catch him off guard. He knew she was wondering about, probably looking for him. It was only matter of time that she would eventually find him. He sighed knowing she was probably only here to tell him that Trunks is waiting for him in the GR.

“It’s been a while since I’ve been in here,” she spoke once more, entering the room to stand beside Goten.

“My gosh! That is an old photo,” she smiled, taking it out of Goten’s hands.

“Yeah, amazing how much dad and I looked alike,” he agreed.

There was a minute of silence as Bulma’s thoughts went elsewhere. Goten guessed she was probably remembering her past and everything she went through.

“I didn’t know you had made a room like this,” he spoke.

“Yeah.... Just a few years after Majin Buu I decided to do a little something different. We needed a place to keep all of our memories and items. So I designed this room to keep it all in here without deteriorating,” she explained.

“Pretty good idea if you ask me,” Goten smiled.

“It’s actually really nice to see all of this stuff. There’s only so much my mum and Gohan has told me, but seeing images and actual items is even better. Even when dad came back and started telling his adventures to me as bed-time stories, it doesn’t beat actually seeing it for yourself... But he didn’t really explain in great detail anyway. He mainly spoke of the fights.”

“Yeah, sometimes it’s better to see it for yourself,” Bulma agreed, placing down the image.

“So Gohan ended up giving you the power pole?” Goten asked. He knew the power pole and Nimbus cloud was passed onto Gohan and not long after, when Goten was 7 years old, Gohan had given Goten the full ownership of Nimbus. But the power pole Gohan rarely spoke of; even his mother never said much about it.

“Yeah, he didn’t have much use for it anyway,” she chuckled.

Goten walked around, looking at more photos against the walls. He stopped when he found a picture of his mother, father and older brother.

“I got a question for you Bulma,” Goten spoke, moving along again to find pictures of himself as a baby in his big brother’s arms.

“Sure, what’s up Goten?”

“Do... do you ever miss adventures?”

“Well...Sometimes... But then no, not really. I was very brave at 16 years old, when I first started on this crazy adventure. But as time went on, I decided to stay out of it as much as I could,” she snorted.

“Although, you know Goku, he always has a habit of somehow forcing me into the picture, whether it be needing the Dragon Radar fixed, a spaceship or Kami-knows-what else.”

“If you could do it all over again, would you?”

“Well sure! Well, maybe not the really tough times like being stuck on Namek by yourself or dying. But everything else was a blast. That’s why I made a room like this. I wanted to keep all the memories that we all hold. You couldn’t even start to think about how much we all have been through.”

Goten just nodded as he carried down the walls.

“What do you think Goten? Do you enjoy looking at all of this stuff?”

“I really do, but the more I look the more jealous I become,”

“Why?” Bulma furrowed her brows.

“You guys have had such an amazing adventure throughout your life... and yet, here I am, the only adventure I ever had was Majin buu.”

“You’re so much like your father sometimes,” Bulma broke the silence that lingered.

“Sometimes yeah,” Goten agreed, smiling as he scratched the back of his head.

“So you still want adventures and freedom huh?”

“Yeah, I’m not quite ready to settle down and work. But you see that’s the thing; I don’t think I’ll ever be the type of person who’s going to sit in an office and work. I’ve got too much of Goku in me to be like that,” he spoke sternly.

Bulma nodded, walking around the room. She smiled as she looked at the old Dragon Radars. She was thankful at how much she has improved from the first ever prototype. She looked over to Goten, lifting her hand up to scratch her chin.

“I’ve been thinking actually,” She started.

“Haha and?” Goten asked, turning around to her with a smile.

“I need a new worker,”

Goten’s eyebrows lifted. He wondered where she was leading this.

“See, sometimes my customers absolutely hate how slow postage is. Funnily enough, I can invite things that fit into capsules, but I could never figure out a fast mailing system... other than Goku of course,” she giggled.

“So I was wondering if perhaps you wanted to work for Capsule Corp? We need someone to deliver special capsules and other documents to people. And, well, since you can fly and all, you could really help us out.”

Goten just stayed silent. Maybe this was the opportunity he was looking for?

“It would give you at least a little bit of travel. Of course, you could always stay in the different towns and cities while you deliver stuff. Maybe it would give you just a little more freedom than the jobs you’ve been looking at.”

Goten liked the sound of that. Spend his day flying around to different parts of the world to drop off things to customers. Even the option of staying the night somewhere new sounded great! He eyed a picture of the Briefs that was taken when Trunks was still a baby. It had Bulma, Trunks as a baby, his grandparents and an older looking version of Trunks. Gohan has spoken of the future version of Trunks. They always named him as Mirai, if he could remember correctly. Though, in saying that, nobody ever spoke much of him. Sure a few stories were told, but there was always a hush-hush feeling about it. He always just thought it was not spoken much of because of Trunks. Bulma seemed like she didn’t want everyone comparing her son to Mirai, which was fair enough.

Bulma’s offer was great. He wanted to accept it, but for some reason he kept thinking back to Trunks. Where were they heading? They barely just confessed and somehow managed to do a few crazy things while drunk. Was it really a good time to go around when he should be sorting things through? He shook his head. –What am I saying; it’s not going to take up all of my time. I can easily fly home and visit Trunks.-

“It sounds like a really good offer,” he spoke.

“And we’ll pay you too, just like any other employee,” she winked.

“I’ll do it then.” He extended his arm towards Bulma. She smiled, shaking it back.