AN: Hey everyone! It's been a while! Yeah, Real Life is crazy. Anywho, I've decided to start back writing once again. I'm probably a bit rusty, but hopefully it's not too bad! I hope you all enjoy this! Btw, this is an alternate universe, so no Saiyans and now senshi. I am also taking creative license with everything in this story, hence why it's a fanfiction.
Without further ado, please enjoy! :)
Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own :(
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Prologue
May 18, 2000
A currently four-month pregnant blue-haired woman dressed in a business suit was standing in the foyer of her mansion with her husband waiting for her son to come out and say goodbye. She would soon be leaving for a business trip and her husband was coming with her. After her business meeting, the blue-haired woman and her husband would go on a mini vacation. Her twelve year old son, however, opted to stay home. That didn't mean he couldn't come downstairs and kiss her goodbye though.
"Do you think he'll be fine by himself, Vegeta? We've never left him alone before."
Vegeta rolled his eyes. "Of course he'll be fine, Bulma. Besides, his grandparents are here, so he's technically not alone. Quit your worrying woman."
Before she could respond, their lavender-haired son came running down the last flight of stairs. He jumped the last few steps and landed perfectly before grinning and playing his air-guitar.
Bulma laughed at her son while Vegeta just smirked and shook his head.
"It's good to see we'll be really missed, brat."
Trunks grinned at his father. "Of course I'll miss you guys! But you can also take your time coming back!"
Bulma shook her head before walking over to her son. "Ok, Trunks, we'll only be gone a week. The important numbers are on the fridge-"
"Mom, I'll be fine! Besides, Grandma and Grandpa are still here!'
"That's what I said," Vegeta grumbled.
Bulma ignored both of the men in her life and continued, "If your grandparents aren't here and you need something, I left the Son's number on-"
"Come on, Mom! Goten is my best friend! I've known his number ever since I could talk!"
A car horn sounded in the distance.
Bulma looked at her son and smiled before kneeling down and grasping him in a tight hug. Trunks blinked in confusion as he felt something wet brush against his cheek. "Mom?"
"I'm sorry baby, it's these stupid hormones. I'll miss my baby boy," Bulma said as she wiped her eyes.
Having been taken by surprise by his mother's behavior, Trunks didn't even bother telling his mother he's not a baby, rather a young man. He hugged her back just as tightly. "I love you mom."
Bulma cried harder. "I love you, too Trunks."
Vegeta smiled softly at his family as he walked over. "Ok you two, that's enough of that," he said, helping Bulma to her feet and rested a hand on her waist.
Trunks glanced up at his father and grinned mischievously. "You gonna cry too?
Vegeta rolled his eyes while smirking, "Not on your life, kid."
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Once his parents left, Trunks got permission from his grandparents to invite Goten over. They were in his room, Goten on a bean bag and Trunks in his bed, engrossed in a game of "Basic Reality IV" when the phone rang.
"Aren't you gonna get that, Trunks?"
"Why, so you can try to beat my kill streak? Besides, my grandparents are home. One of them'll get it."
Goten shrugged and continued mashing buttons with his tongue out. "Dude, I'm totally gonna win!"
"Over my dead body!"
A scream suddenly pierced the air, followed by a sob. Trunks immediately hopped up out of his bed and ran towards the source of the scream, Goten hot on his heels. They ran to the kitchen and saw Trunks' grandmother on the floor, clutching her chest and his grandfather holding the phone against his ear, fighting back tears. Trunks looked between the two of them, worry etching his features.
"What's wrong?"
Dr. Briefs hung up the phone and looked sorrowfully at his grandson and Goten. He took a deep breath.
"Trunks…I…it's-" Dr. Briefs could hold back the tears no longer as he looked at the worried faces of his grandson and his grandson's friend.
"Uh…Dr. Briefs?" Goten asked. He always hated when people cried. It usually made him want to cry.
"Grandpa, you're starting to scare me. What's going on?"
Dr. Briefs looked away, not able to meet his grandson's eyes. He kneeled down to comfort his wife, who began sobbing uncontrollably on the floor.
"Trunks," Dr. Briefs began again, "It's your parents."
Trunks' eyes widened in worry and unshed tears. "What's wrong? What happened? Are they alright?"
Dr. Briefs looked away once again.
"Grandpa! Answer me!" Trunks yelled. He knew. The moment he saw his grandmother's expression, he knew.
He just didn't want to believe it.
Dr. Briefs let out a shuddering sigh. "Your parents…there was an accident, and they…they didn't make it."
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Trunks had locked himself in his room and cried for five days straight. He barely ate and rarely slept. He mourned his mother and his father. He also mourned the little brother or sister he never got to meet. Trunks was really looking forward to being a big brother.
Now, he would not have that chance.
The only time he watched television was to find out what caused his parents' untimely demise. It turns out the plane they were on had a faulty engine, causing the plane to crash. Due to his family's high social status, every media outlet covered the story.
They held a funeral for both Bulma and Vegeta six days after the incident. They waited to see if the bodies were able to be recovered. Unfortunately, they were not.
The day of the funeral was the worse day of Trunks' life.
Everyone came up to him and said the same thing. "We're so sorry for your loss," or "I'm so sorry about your parents," or, the one that pissed him off the most, "I know exactly how you feel."
Trunks snorted at that. 'No! You don't know how I fucking feel!'
During the ceremony, Trunks was numb. He refused to cry; he refused to think, feel, or even speak.
He just needed to get away from everything and everyone.
After the funeral and burial, Trunks immediately went home and locked himself in his room for another twenty-four hours.
But he didn't cry anymore. He refused.
Trunks refused to leave his room when company came over. Friends and family were constantly coming over days after the funeral to "check" on him and his grandparents.
Trunks just wanted to be left alone.
Slowly but surely, the traffic in and out of his house slowed down and eventually stopped. His grandmother went back to tending her gardens and the house. His grandfather went back to Capsule Corporation, the family business, full time. Yep, life was back to normal.
Except it wasn't.
And it would never be.
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Present day
An alarm blared to life in the deafening silence of an immaculately clean room located in West City Gardens, an upscale place that housed only the best condominiums. Trunks Briefs groaned slightly before rolling over in his king-sized bed to shut off the godforsaken thing. He cracked open one ice-blue eye to look at the time and sighed. He had just gone to bed four hours ago. He really needed to stop putting in these late nights.
The lavender-haired man got up, brushed his teeth and showered. He then dressed in one of his many coal grey Armani suits with an off-white button-up shirt and black tie. He was a man of expensive, yet simple taste.
He also loathed shopping. Typically, when the lavender-haired man found something he liked, he purchased it, in excess.
The young man went downstairs and fixed himself some toast and had a glass of orange juice while reading the newspaper to keep up on current events. He skimmed over the paper, getting the general gist of the goings on in West City. Anything that could be considered depressing was skipped over. Trunks still didn't watch television.
It was too depressing.
He honestly tried to watch TV again a couple of months after the passing of his parents. Everything he watched, or rather attempted to watch, had some form depressing scenes.
He tried watching comedy, but there was always a scene where something goes wrong, which was depressing. It was a supposed to be a comedy for crying out loud!
He tried watching horror. Big mistake considering there were people dying left and right.
He tried romantic comedies, but found them too…cliché. Not to mention sappy.
Trunks Briefs was not the sappy type.
The only thing the young lavender-haired man refused to even attempt to watch was reality TV. Seriously, why was half of the population trying to be such fame whores?
Finally, he tried watching the news to see what was going on in the world. That was another mistake considering all of the tragedy in the world. Trunks realized he was making a lot of mistakes in his young life. To avoid any more, he decided to swear off TV.
More accurately, he decided to swear of anything that would make him think about death, tragedy, or just the general fucked-upness of the world in general. Yes, Trunks Briefs, now owner/CEO of Capsule Corporation, Inc. lived in his own little bubble.
He was ok with that.
The young blue-eyed man decided at a young age to distance himself from anything that could possibly hurt him. That unfortunately included friends and family.
When was the last time he saw his grandparents?
In 2010. That was when he graduated from college and was handed his wealth/job on a silver platter. Dr. Briefs told Trunks he was officially retiring from the business and was moving away with Mrs. Briefs to Crystal City. That was on the other side of the continent. That would mean if Trunks wanted to see his grandparents, he would have to get on a plane.
There was no way in hell he was doing that.
Dr. and Mrs. Briefs left the day after Trunks' graduation. Trunks didn't see his grandparents off.
Once again, people who were an integral part of his life were leaving him. With his grandparents moving so far away from him, he was forced to acknowledge that, for the first time in his life, he was alone. He hated feeling like that. The day his grandparents left, he called up Goten, went out, and got positively plastered.
That was the best day of his life. At least, he thought it was.
He really couldn't remember.
Trunks glanced up at the clock on the wall. 'Time for work again.' He grabbed his leather briefcase and was out the door. The lavender-haired man went to the garage and hopped in his new expensive, top-of-the-line Sports car, and sped off towards Capsule Corporation.
So what if Trunks lived in a bubble.
At least in his bubble, no one could hurt him.
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Before anyone asks, I'm not against reality tv, I'm just not for it either. Do I watch it? Yes! Do I question my sanity when I watch it? Yes! Do I enjoy it? Sadly, the answer is yes. Do I bash it? Absolutely yes! I'm just a big conundrum, aren't I?
Haha! So anyway, what did you think? Loved it? Loathed it? Feel indifferent? Tell me in a review!
