Marron runs away from her parents. There is no way she would let them her marry a man she does not love. Meanwhile, Trunks moved out of his parent's wing to gain independence from his mother's auspices. Who would have ever thought that they will cross each other in a new light called MARRIAGE?!
"Ah! This is life." He gushed before sinking in a sophisticated couch then plopping his legs upon a fabric glass table."For the time being, no sniping mother, no peeve pet sis, nor gruff training with Dad. All I have to do is having spree! Trunks Briefs finally own his life Whoo!" before draining the amount of champagne glass on his hand.
Smirking as he throws his head back, he rounds a satisfying look at his new nest. It is a spacious fully-furnished bachelor's unit he brought from the highly coveted residential town in Satan City 'His Majesty's Throne'. The opulence is conspicuous in every corner, unsurprisingly for the president and heir of the vast and remunerative empire Capsule Corporation. From stylish living and dining room, two bed rooms, kitchen and bathroom toilets up to the balcony that graces him a spectacular sky line of metropolis. Complementing his heavenly abode features a host of amenities that duly provide its inhabitants convenience. He was pouring another spumante in his champagne glass when his phone rang. It was his mother. And his hello never got a chance to finish to his mother's blaring voice.
"What is this I've heard that you are moving out to your new condo?! You haven't asked my permission OUR PERMISSION. Isn't our house big enough?! Are you trying to elude Cherry- Hello! Hello!. He already hit the phone off.
Bulma savagely hands back the cordless phone to the maid who twitched a bit. Her face mangled in make-up has been wrinkled out of irate to her only son. Then after a while, returns back to their supposed visitors along with an apologetic, at the same time, feigning smile for his son's absence.
" As I have expected they already found out," he thought smilingly.
He is 28 years old, a young top executive, borne out of crème-dela-crème family of society. Dashing façade, sinewy body-built, luscious and lavender hair, and most importantly SINGLE. That made virtually every women to growl at his feet just to get a tiniest fraction of his attention. By his human side, he already proves undeniably big to his mother that he has the ability to maneuver their colossal family empire; nonetheless he distastes his stolid life as the president. While as a Saiyan, he regularly gets a masochistic training with his Dad. He knows that he kept pushing it so he will not fall behind to his ultimate rival,Kakarott, living bloodline. Still with champagne on hand, he went to his balcony sensing a familiar ki. It is his final day from his 3 day leave so he would took advantage of it. Not only that he outwitted his mother who has been compelling him to marry and gave her grandchildren by introducing bevy of girls ,probably daughters of their business conglomerates, that he sternly detests, but at last after 28 years of life, he gains liberty.
Any women would be riveted at the sight of a ravishing lavender-haired man in a disheveled panjama and skimpy muscle white sando.
"Dude! You have kept me waiting for centuries huh? He hollered to the spiky handsome young man who is already ducking from air.
"Shut up! Mr. Wily Pres. You almost send Aunt Bulma to an early grave." Goten said as he returned his smack on the back.
" When you are wedded to a stubborn Prince of all Saiyans you will become immune to any irritations." He said chuckling.
"Cut that trifles! I've got better and HOTTER ideas to celebrate." Goten's eyes twinkling in waywardness.
He first raised an eyebrow before throwing the bottle of spumante at him. He turns his back as he shouts," Brand new chic for the new chick boy!"
That made Goten guffaws.
Concurrently, at a remote small island in the midst of immeasurable ocean…
A blonde girl is pacing up and down agitatedly.
"No. No they can't be. I-I cant ," then stopping feeling queasy, " Eww! Kami forgives but I can never attain even in my dreams to marry an old man! She exclaimed at the top of her lungs. While outside, Master Roshi perched at the back of his turtle wryly said," Poor young lady for had not been for her beauty, that old man would never pursue to ensnare her, a reminder of my ordeal to her equally stunning mother. After spending a couple of hours tossing-turning-and lamenting she finally concluded a decisive plan.
" That man has been goading my parents ever since ,and no matter hard I protested, they would never listened. They misconstrued his generosity as pure but not…. The only option left is to slip way."