Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Trina ❯ Shopping ( Chapter 3 )

Chapter Three: Shopping

 

 

After she'd been introduced to everyone, Catrina and Trunks left. He flew them home, supporting Trina around her waist below him. She laughed with glee. She'd flow a few times, but it used up a lot of energy. Landing outside of his “modest” five bedrooms, four and a half bathroom house, Trina gasped in awe. It was beautiful!

 

It was made from red brick and oak. The house was two stories with an attic. The windows took up whole walls in some places. Stepping into the front entrance, she stared in wondered at the beautiful living room. The furniture was exquisite.

 

“Wow, Trunks, it's beautiful,” she breathed, her eyes drinking it in.

 

“I'm glad you like it,” he said. He gave her a tour of the downstairs, stating that all of the bedrooms were on the second floor. Finally, he led her up to her room, directly across from his own. She gazed at the queen size bed done in oriental purples, blacks, and golds. Black and gold curtains hung in front of the windows. A walk in closet was directly to the left of the bed. She also had an adjacent bathroom with a sunken tub and separate showers.

 

“Trunks, it's wonderful. Thank you,” she exclaimed, hugging the man who had become her protector of sorts. She gently kissed his cheek, surprising the Saiyan, before she jumped onto her new bed. It was so soft! She could just sink into oblivion right now.

 

“Tomorrow we'll go shopping for some clothes. We'll also get you an ID. I'll pull some strings.”

 

“Okay, Trunks,” she murmured sleepily, already succumbing to the land of dreams. Trunks gave a small smile. She was so innocent in her actions. It still surprised him how affectionate she was. She'd been like that at the picnic, too. She'd given Bulma a big hug before they'd left, thanking her for everything. She was like a fresh breeze blowing away the buildup in his life.

 

He entered his room, stripping to his boxers before climbing between his sheets. It took him awhile to get to sleep, thoughts of his new housemate plaguing his mind. Finally, black started to creep across his mind, allowing him to fall into oblivion.

 

The next morning, Trunks awoke to the smell of frying bacon. Taking a quick shower and dressing, he headed downstairs to see Trina cooking breakfast. He quietly set himself at the table, the dishes already laid out for use. He watched Trina putter around the kitchen, as if she belonged there. She set heaps of food on the table, more than two people should be able to eat, but one of the people eating was a Saiyan.

 

“How come you fixed so much,” he wondered.

 

“I saw how much you all ate at the picnic last night. I figured it must be a Saiyan thing,” she stated.

 

“What did you say,” he demanded worriedly, “how do you know about Saiyans?”

 

“Calm down, Trunks, I simply noticed that Vegeta and a few others ate quite a bit more than everyone else. Bulma said something about him being a Saiyan, and I figured the others who were eating like him must be Saiyan as well,” she said.

 

“Oh, sorry. I'm just not used to outsiders knowing our secret,” he whispered, embarrassed by his behavior.

 

“That's okay. I know what it feels like to try and hide who you are. Where I'm from, people hate and fear mutants. You have to keep it secret for your own safety,” she said softly, a look of great sadness crossing her features. They ate breakfast silently, each lost in their own thoughts. Trunks still wondered where she came from. He believed her about the other dimension thing, but he wanted to know more about her. Little did he know that Trina was having the exact same thoughts concerning Trunks.

 

After breakfast, they cleaned up the dishes before heading out to Trunks' car. They climbed in and were getting ready to leave when a silver convertible stopped them. A beautiful woman stepped out. She had beautiful blond hair that fell gently to her shoulders. Her eyes were the softest shade of blue, though they concealed a cold heart. She was curved in all the right places, perfectly proportioned, and Trunks' girlfriend Veronica.

 

“Trunks,” she exclaimed shrilly, laughter lighting her voice, “where are you going?”

 

“I'm taking Trina shopping Veronica. Was there something you needed,” his impatience barely masked. Narrowing her eyes slightly, malice creeping in, Veronica continued walking toward Trunks. Trina hated her on sight. Leaning onto the car door, showing her ample cleavage, she gave Trunks a seductive smile.

 

“I was just wondering if we could go out tonight.”

 

“What time?”

 

“How about eight. There's this new restaurant I'm just dying to try,” she drawled huskily.

 

“Fine. I'll pick you up at your place at eight,” he said curtly. A brief flash of anger crossed her features before she once again masked it. Trunks saw nothing, but Trina did. Her dislike of Trunks' girlfriend grew.

 

“Sounds great. See ya,” she said, kissing Trunks passionately, and staking her claim in front of the other girl. As he pulled away from Veronica, she gave Trina the most malice filled glare she'd ever seen. Involuntarily shivering with fear, she wondered at the bad feeling she had concerning that woman.

“Are you cold,” Trunks asked quietly. Trina shook her head in the negative, forcing herself to get her emotions under control. She just prayed her bad feeling wasn't a bad omen. After they driven for about thirty minutes, they arrived to the city. Trunks drove to the Gap.

 

Helping Trina from the car, he followed her into the store. Over the next several hours, they bought clothes, lingerie, shoes, and “personal care items” as Trina would say. She'd refused to allow Trunks to see her in her new clothes. She wanted to surprise him. He had promised to take her to dinner tomorrow night as a sort of celebration.

 

She had to admit, though, she was having more fun than she'd had in ages. It sort of reminded her when she'd taken Marie and Jubilee shopping in order to seduce Logan and Remy. That trip had been fun, too. Suddenly, a wave of sorrow washed over her. She missed her friends. Even though they hadn't hung out as much lately, mostly due to Logan and Remy's insatiable appetites, they were still close. Shaking herself from her melancholy, she resumed her trek through the store.

 

Finally, Trunks thought. He'd feared they'd never leave that stupid store. But he had to admit, they had gotten everything they'd needed. A small smile lit his face. Trina had enjoyed herself. She was fairly radiating joy. He was happy that he had been able to do that. They drove home, both recalling the events of the day with joy.

 

That night, as Trunks got ready for his date, Trina's bad feeling continued to grow. Sitting on the couch, she couldn't concentrate on what was going on with her TV show. Hearing footsteps descend the stairs, she turned to face Trunks and gasped.

 

He was dressed in an evening tux, his long purple hair tied back. The tux outlined his form perfectly. In one word, he was breathtaking. A small seed of jealously took route in Trina. She firmly told herself that she couldn't have romantic interest in Trunks. First off, they'd only known each other two days, secondly, they were just friends, and thirdly, he had a girlfriend. A very beautiful, vicious girlfriend.

 

“You look nice,” she murmured.

 

“Thanks,” he smiled.

 

“Trunks, I don't have a good feeling about Veronica,” she burst out. She just couldn't hold this back.

 

“I don't think you should go out with her tonight. Actually…I don't think you should go out with her at all,” she whispered frantically.

 

Trunks face hardened. He gazed coldly at the girl in front of him. How dare she presume to know him or his relationship? He continued down the stairs, his cold gaze never leaving Trina's. When he reached the bottom, he continued on until he stood directly in front of her.

 

“My relationship with Veronica is none of your business. Furthermore, if you presume to tell me whom to date in the future, I will throw you out to starve for all I care,” he whispered viciously. Tears slowly formed in Trina's eyes, but she refused to let them fall. Nodding her head mutely, she cast her eyes downward, hoping he would leave soon.

 

“Good. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a date to get to,” he stated before turning and exiting the house. Hearing Trunks' car fade into the distance, she finally let the tears fall.

 

“Oh, Trunks, you don't even realize what you've gotten yourself into,” she whishpered.