I hope you guys enjoy this. This fic has a lot of OCs in it, but I think you'll still enjoy it. It's going to be a companion to another fic I am planning out, that I still haven't decided what to name. I have had this idea in my head for a while now, so it's nice to finally get it out. Reviews are very welcomed.
"It All Takes Time"
Chapter 1:
"Hey, Goten." Trunks Briefs tapped on his best friend's shoulder, trying to get him to wake up. The bell was about to ring, and he knew that he would get scolded yet again if he was caught. "Come on, man. You gotta wake up or she's gonna get pissy again."
"Just five more minutes." The demi-Saiyan mumbled in reply.
"Goten, the bell rings in three." Trunks flicked his ear, which caused his friend to jerk his head up in response.
"24!" He shouted, raising his hand. Everyone turned and stared at him, then bursted out laughing after a few seconds of an awkward silence.
"Mister Son." The teacher, who was just about to finish her lesson, slapped her hand on her chalkboard. "You were sleeping in my class again, weren't you?"
"No ma'am!" Goten tried to lie. Trunks put his hand to his face.
"Then tell me just what the number 24 has to do with your English lesson!"
"Uhh..." Goten looked around, trying to cover for himself. "I'm sorry, ma'am. I don't know."
"I am retaining you thirty minutes after class." She glared up at him as the bell rang.
"Nice going, bro." Trunks shook his head as he stood up with his things and left the room.
"Dude. We agreed that if it was math and I got asked a question, you'd flick my ear."
"So what? We have a system now?" Trunks asked, getting irritated with his friend's schenanigans. "Just go and take your punishment like a big boy. I'll be waiting for you outside."
"Whatever." Goten sighed and crossed his arms.
"Have a good weekend, Mr. Briefs." The teacher gave her farewell as he left the room.
Just what am I going to do with Goten? Trunks thought to himself as he put his books away in his locker. The guy's gotta learn that with every action there's a conciquence.
"Hey, man." Trunks was greeted by his locker neighbor, who was dialing in his combination.
"Oh, hey... Uhh..."
"The name's Bryant." He smirked over his shoulder.
"Right. Sorry." Trunks smiled, embarrassed. "I'm bad with names."
"No problem." The blond boy brushed it off. "We don't talk anyway, so it's not your fault."
"You're right." He nodded, feeling a little better about it. "So what's up?"
"Do you and your friend feel like going to a party tonight?"
"Depends." Trunks said, raising an eyebrow. "What kind of party?"
"Oh, ya know. Just those kind that you have when your parents are out of town on business trips and you feel like wrecking the house to rebel." He smirked.
"Uh. I guess so." He laughed nervously. What is with this guy?
"Awesome." Bryant took out a piece of paper and handed it to Trunks. "It's my cousin's place and it starts at 10:00. Better see you there, bro." He shut his locker and left Trunks there, staring at the paper.
1101 North Ridge Avenue
North Ridge? Trunks raised his eyebrow. That's the new gated community that just went up a year ago. I wonder what kind of work this guy's parents do to get a place like that.
"Ugh." Trunks broke his train of thought when he heard Goten shut his locker. "Dude, she said the next time I fall asleep in class, she's going to call my mom."
"Well, maybe you should spend your nights actually sleeping in stead of texting Feliece all night." His friend rolled his eyes.
"Well, maybe you'll understand when you get your own girlfriend." Goten scoffed.
"Whatever." Trunks sighed. "You feeling up to going to a party tonight?"
"Yeah, I guess. Where at?"
"North Ridge."
"Dude! Those houses are sweet! I fly over them when I go home every day." Goten looked pretty stoked. "Think I can stay over, so mom doesn't get suspicious?"
"Yeah. Sure." Trunks nodded, pushing off of the ground as they got outside, making sure no one was looking at them.
A few minutes later, the duo arrived at Capsule Corp, greeted by Trunk's little sisters.
"Trunks!" Miko, who was now three, ran and hid behind her big brother's leg.
"Get back here!" Bulla yelled after her.
"Hey, what's going on?" Trunks raised his eyebrow at the youngest of the two.
"She tore the head off of my favorite doll!" The five year old complained.
"It was a acident!" The toddler cried.
"Come on you guys. It's just a toy." Trunks groaned. "Where's mom? Can't she help settle this?"
"Mama's in the lab." Bulla crossed her arms and puffed her cheeks out.
"Miko, did you really pull the head of of Bulla's doll?"
"Yes..." She mumbled in admittance.
"Can you tell me why you did it?" Her brother questioned her.
"Because it was ugly." Miko bluntly stated.
"Right..." Trunks looked down at the decapitated doll in Bulla's hand. "Miko, you should really apologize to Bulla for what you did."
"But Trunks." She whined.
"No complaining. Just do it, kiddo." He said, pushing her foward.
"I'm sorry..." Miko heaved a big sigh. "That you have ugly dolls."
"Come on, man. They're just going to keep fighting." Goten nudged Trunks.
"Yeah, you're right." He sighed and led the way into the building.
"So, you think I could invite Feliece to this party tonight?" Goten plopped on the couch, grabbing his phone.
"Beats me." Trunks shrugged, tossing his bag next to him. "The guy who invited us seemed like he didn't care. I've never really talked to him before today."
"Who was that guy, anyway?" He questioned, typing away on the device.
"He said his name was Bryant." Trunks answered, turning on the TV.
"As in Bryant Cooper?" Goten looked up, wide eyed.
"Oh, that's his last name?" He asked as he flipped through the channels.
"Dude, Bryant Cooper is captain of the competitive dance club."
"Competitive dance club?"
"Feliece was in it for a couple of weeks, then she dropped out. She said that it was too intense." Goten explained. "Like, they get all these awards and stuff and they only accept people who are the best."
"Sounds boring to me." Trunks shrugged and kicked his feet up on the table in front of them, staring at the TV.
"Yeah, probably." He agreed, putting his phone down and joined Trunks in watching the program.
"West City Beach. How dumb can people get?" Trunks rolled his eyes at the complaining girl on screen. "Being paid to have sex and do drugs for the fun of it. Gotta love our planet, right Goten?"
"Yeah. It's times when I watch things like this when I wonder just why we didn't let Buu turn people like K-Boo into candy." Goten groaned, when she started talking about how bad her farts smelled to the camera.
"Hey, boys, how was school?" Bulma asked as she passed through the room.
"Same." The two Saiyans replied in unision.
"You sound so enthused." The scientest said sarcastically.
"Hey, mom. You mind if Goten and I go out for a while tonight?" Trunks asked, looking up from the TV.
"It depends." Bulma said. " Just where exactly will you two be going?"
"It's just a party that a friend of our's is throwing in North Ridge." Trunks reassured her. "We won't get in trouble, and we'll be home before 2:00."
"Midnight."
"1:30."
"1:00."
"Deal." Trunks agreed on the negotiation.
"Dude! Did you see that?!" Goten was pointing and laughing at the screen, not paying attention to the mother-son duo. "Tock just shoved a fish down K-Boo's pants!"
"What are you two watching?" Bulma wrinkled her nose as she saw a grown man throw a beer in his girlfriend's face.
"West City Beach." The boys answered, which caused Bulma to shake her head in response.
"Just a bunch of garbage if you ask me." Vegeta said, appearing in the doorway with a towel around his neck and a water bottle in hand. He obviously just got done with another training session in the gravity room.
"Not our fault." Goten defended. "There's nothing else on."
"At least it's better than those imaginary teletubbie things your sisters watch." Vegeta shuddered. "Where are those girls anyway?"
"Last time we saw them, they were outside arguing about Miko decapitating Bulla's doll." Goten answered.
"Yeah. They tried to make me fix it, since they couldn't find you, mom." Trunks growled.
"You're such a good big brother." Bulma laughed.
"Yeah, yeah." He rolled his eyes.
Later that night, Trunks and Goten found themselves in front of a magnificent two-story home in North Ridge.
"Dude. You sure this is it?" Goten gaped at the house.
"No, Goten. The other house with our whole school pouring out of it is the right place." Trunks stated with sarcasm in his voice. "Of course this is it."
"Hey, guys!" Trunks heard a familiar voice call out to them. It was Bryant. "Glad you guys could make it." He said, fist bumping them both, then stepped back to stand next to the girl who had followed him over.
Trunks looked at the pair up and down. They both had porcelin skin, similar bone structure in their face, and a nice physique which indicated that they obviously athletes. Bryant had white blond hair, while the girl next to him had more of a dark golden blond. Bryant's eyes were golden brown, while the mystery girl had icy eyes similar to his own.
"So is this your cousin?" Trunks asked after finally coming to the conclusion that they had to be related after seeing their similar features.
"Nah, bro. This is my twin sister, Bridget." Bryant laughed like it was a joke. "Our cuz is inside, making sure nothing gets trashed too bad. He's one of those people that doesn't know how to lay back, so I suggested that we have this little party here."
"Ah, I see." Trunks said, taking the cup that Bryant handed him. He looked over at Goten, who took a gulp and wrinkled his nose. "Did you spike the punch?"
"Yeah, bro!" Bryant laughed. "It's a party after all. What fun is it without some booze?"
Trunks shrugged. He did have a point, and besides, it's not like the alchohol would affect him too much. He had grown up taking his mom's wine at dinner when she wasn't looking. Goten, on the other hand, he knew for a fact that he wouldn't do well.
"Well, I'll see you guys around, we're going out to the pool." Bryant said, pulling his sister, who was obviously not the partying type, along with him.
"Don't drink anymore, Goten." Trunks said, taking the cup from his friend. "It's for your own good. Trust me."
"Fine." Goten looked a bit disappointed, but got over it when he saw Feliece. "Hey, Feliece, over here!" He waved her down.
"Goten, I thought you said this was a party." Feliece frowned slightly when the two boys approached her. She had a gift in her hands and she was dressed as if she were going to a birthday party.
"It is a party, Feliece." Goten said, wraping his arm around her shoulder and walking off, leaving Trunks alone.
Third wheeled again. Trunks frowned, looking around as he saw all the teenagers dancing and having a good time with one another. He looked relieved when he saw a familiar face.
"Hey, where's your brother?" Trunks asked as he walked over to Bridget, who had her arms crossed and her back against the wall.
"Over there." She pointed, which Trunks followed to see Bryant grinding against another guy around their age to a song.
"Oh, uh, wow." Trunks said, watching them. He was shocked to say the least.
Bridget laughed a little at his reaction. "You didn't know he was gay, did you?"
"No... I didn't." He admitted, standing next to her on the wall with a similar fashion as her.
"Where did your friend run off to?" She looked up, curious.
"His girlfriend showed up, so I got ditched." Trunks shrugged.
"We choose really great company to keep." Bridget giggled.
"Yeah. I can't blame Goten, though. It's his first girlfriend, and he's totally wrapped." Trunks defended his best friend. "Even though, I don't understand all the hype about it."
"I know, right? High school relationships are so... Petty." Bridget wrinkled her nose, watching another couple across the room all over each other. "Too much drama if you ask me."
"Exactly." Trunks nodded in agreement. "That's why I'm just going to focus on school and helping my mom out with her company before I even think about having a girlfriend."
"I see." Bridget raised her eyebrow at him. "What company does she work for?"
"She's an inventor at Capsule Corp. My grandfather owns it."
"I was wondering where I have seen you before outside of school. Trunks, right?"
"Yeah."
"Well, I am honored to be in your presence." She said with a slight smile.
"So, what do your parents do? If you don't mind me asking." Trunks asked, trying to keep the small talk going.
"My dad and uncle run their own marketing company. They're the people your company goes to have them make advertisements." Bridget explained. "And my mom passed away after me and Bry were born."
"Oh, I'm sorry." Trunks said, feeling bad.
"It's okay." She smiled. "Everyone says that I look just like her, so it's like she's apart of me."
"So, do you do any sports or anything?"
"I dance in my brother's club." She admitted, obviously shy about it.
"Oh, I see."
"What about you? You seem like you have the physique of an athlete."
"Well, you see. My dad studies martial arts, and he's raised me in it as well." He laughed nervously. "I competed in competitions with Goten when I was younger, but I don't do things like that anymore. It's mostly the manditory training with my dad."
"That's pretty cool. I've always wanted to learn self-defence, but my dad forbids it."
"Why?"
"Oh, uh..." She paused for a moment. "He thinks that a girl should never fight." She recoved quickly.
"I see..."
Bridget's phone began to buzz in her pocket. "Sorry, give me a sec." She said, taking it out. A look of dread came over her face and she answered it. "Hi, Daddy... Now?" She held the phone away from her ear, he was obviously yelling. "N-no. I'm sorry. We're leaving now."
Her father obviously hung up on her. She put her phone back in her pocket and turned to Trunks. He could tell that she was a bit shaken up over something.
"Sorry. Me and Bryant have to get home." She apologized.
"Wait, at least let me give you my number." Trunks insisted.
"Umm... Okay." Bridget nodded, taking her phone out.
"It's 642-2108." He relayed the number to her as she typed away quickly on her device.
"Got cha." She smiled slightly, putting her phone back in her pocket and quickly turning away to go collect her brother, who was in a heated make out session with a different boy from before.
"Wait." Trunks grabbed her wrist to get her attention, which she jerked back, looking back at him horrified. Then she realized what she did.
"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to jerk away from you like that." She apologized.
"I was just going to tell you to call me anytime. If anything goes wrong or you just need to talk, you can call or text me." He said, looking at her serious.
Their eyes locked for a moment, and she shook her head. "Thank you. I really need to go now." She said, turning away to go pry her brother away so they could get home.
Something isn't right here.