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Author's Note: Hi there. It's my version of the cliché involving the popular guy trying to get together with the geeky girl to win a bet. There are probably loads of these, but I wanted to see what kind of reception it got. Please note that I wrote this fic ages ago. Thanks. Enjoy!

Prize for a Saiyan's Pride

Chapter One: The Wager

"Having girl troubles, Goten?" Trunks teased him.

"I just don't understand," Goten shrugged his shoulders. "Annie kept on telling me how we should do everything together. She practically stalked me."

"Yeah, you too looked really close… literally."

"That's what I thought," he sighed.

"Why did you guys break up then?" Trunks asked him.

"She told me that I was too clingy." Trunks gave a little laugh. "I'm serious," Goten whined.

"Relax, Goten," said Trunks in a more serious tone. "You'll meet someone else. She just wasn't right for you."

"Yeah," he paused, "maybe you're right."

"Of course I'm right," Trunks said this with a grin. "The problem with you and Annie was that you let her be in control."

"I thought we had quite an equal say in our relationship," Goten raised an eyebrow.

"The truth is Goten that girls like to have a guy that can take charge and be in control. Sure they are up for equal rights but in the end they all want someone who is strong."

"I am strong," Goten retorted.

"Not like that. You're missing the point," Trunks explained. "Of course, you're strong. You're a Saiyan."

"Then what are you talking about?" Goten asked, speaking more calmly.

"You've got to take charge of your relationships."

Goten still looked puzzled.

"Don't get me wrong, Goten. In the beginning, it works great to be the sensitive guy. The girls start to think you're sweet and –

"Girls do think I am sweet."

"And then what?" Trunks asked him. Goten shrugged his shoulders.

"I'll tell you. Girls start to take you for granted. They wrap you around their fingers. That's when things start to go wrong."

"Wrong…?"

"The relationship begins to seem boring. There are the same old routines. By this time couples know everything that there is to know about each other, so they start to drift apart."

"And that's what you think happened between Annie and me?" Goten asked him.

"Exactly," said Trunks. "When the excitement is gone, one person starts to lose interest. That's why if you show them who is in charge, they'll think of you as a challenge. People have always said that girls try to change us guys', right?"

"I guess so."

"That's why you've got to keep them guessing and stop them from changing you." There was a silence as Goten thought about this. It seemed to make some sense.

"Wait a minute, Trunks," Goten began. "When did you suddenly become an expert on girls?"

"Goten," he paused, "it's really not that difficult. You've just got to learn to appreciate their needs and they'll do the same for you."

"One thing I don't get, Trunks, is this. If you understand girls so well why haven't you been on a date for ages, when I have?"

"Simple. Since Bura was born, I've had to help out more at home," replied Trunks.

"That just sounds like an excuse."

"You wish," Trunks laughed. "I could have any girl that I wanted."

"Prove it?"

"What?"

"I bet you couldn't make her fall for you," Goten smiled and indicated a girl just outside the school's entrance. Trunks looked towards her direction. From what he could see of her Trunks noticed that the girl had dark hair of a medium length, and that she was quite tall. He couldn't really see her face, but he could tell she was wearing glasses. She seemed like a nice person.

"Okay, it's a deal," Trunks said confidently as he turned to face Goten. Trunks then held out his hand.

"Don't you even want to find out who she is, first?" Goten asked in surprise.

"It's cool," Trunks smiled. "Just watch me. No one's ever been able to resist the charming prince."

"Have it your way," Goten told Trunks as they shook hands, "but let's make it more interesting."

"Do your worst."

"If you lose, you've got to tell everyone that you're gay."

"Fine," Trunks agreed almost immediately. He was convinced he couldn't lose. "If I win you've got to do the same."

Goten nodded "Oh and just one more thing. I hope for your sake, you have strong lips."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Trunks looked confused.

"It means that," Goten paused with a smile, "people say that kissing can be pretty tough when one of you has braces."

"Braces...?" Trunks tried to comprehend this.

"Is that a problem?"

"Well," Trunks hesitated, "of course not. It's all part of the challenge." Goten and Trunks exchanged glances. Then suddenly, they heard people shouting outside the front gate. Goten and Trunks followed the sound of the disturbance with their eyes. A crowd was forming.

"Why don't you watch where you're going next time, okay?" A girl wearing a cheerleading costume shouted. Her eyes were directed towards the ground on which books and papers had been scattered and… at the girl whose heart Trunks was supposed to win.

Since it was my final year I had so much studying to do that it was unbelievable. So yet again, I ended up in the library. Chewing the end of my pen, I looked around the room. There was hardly anyone else in here today. Well… I suppose it was lunch-time. Then again, who'd have time to eat? I certainly didn't with the work load I had. I suppose I should just get on with it. The sooner I finished the better. As I was about to lower my head into my books the door opened. I knew it was rude to stare, but I was just curious to see who it was. The guy that entered had short purple hair, which had been cut just below his ears, and his blue piercing eyes were fixed on me. I looked away. I didn't know him. I had never seen him before in my life, yet… he was approaching my table.

"Hi. I'm Trunks," he introduced himself and was now standing directly in front of me.

"Hi," I replied just to be polite. Then I looked up from my book for a moment. He had a really cheesy grin. It looked so unnatural that I couldn't help but find it amusing. Therefore, unintentionally I let out a little laugh.

"What's so funny?" he asked me.

"…nothing."

"Come on, it must be something."

"Ahem." It was the librarian. "Forgive me if you already know this, Mr. Briefs, but the library is for quiet study."

Mr. Briefs…? That name… it seemed so familiar but I just couldn't make the connection.

Trunks turned to face the librarian. "Yeah, that's cool," he told her. "I just need to ask her one more question," he looked at me as he said this. What could he possibly have to say to me? Then he looked back at the librarian and said "It's for our project." She didn't look convinced one bit. Trunks just shrugged his shoulders. I don't remember any project. I wasn't even in any classes with him.

"All right, Mr. Briefs, go ahead."

"You are…?" he asked, still smiling.

"Trying to study," I told him, calmly.

"Right," he said, his face was expressionless now. "What are you studying?" he added quickly.

"That's enough, Mr. Briefs. You've had your question," the librarian intervened.

"But –

"This is not the place for chatting up young ladies," she cut him short.

"I'll see you around then," Trunks called to me as he left the library.

"Are you all right, young lady?" the librarian asked me. This seemed like a bit of an odd question, but answered her anyway.

"Yes, thank you," I told her.

"The male species never did think with their brains," she smiled then went about her way.

Is that what he was doing? I mean… trying to chat me up? What was so interesting about me? I know it's a stereotype, but it is true isn't it? You know, that most guys are usually shallow… that they go for the girls with the bigger busts. Or that they choose girls by hair colour. Well, so I've heard. I can't really say that I'm in tune with what guys want. I don't think anyone really has a clue, not even guys themselves. Well, they do say they come from Mars.

I looked at my watch; I had twenty minutes before my next class. Well… my books were already out so I decided to stay in the library and continue studying. My assignment was due in tomorrow morning and I knew I wouldn't be able to finish it at home. There were just so many chores and besides everyone needs a break sometime… even me.

My assignment was about the business world and the achievements in technology. It was kind of boring, but hey… who said studying was fun? I began to sift through some photocopies I had made of some old newspaper articles. The one on top was about the Capsule Corporation. You got it in one. They made capsules and they had become very rich as a result. They had made capsules to contain almost anything, for example, one capsule could hold your lunch or your entire fridge. It was extraordinary. It did make carrying things a lot easier. Also, think about this. If you were going on holiday and didn't know what to take, you could pack your entire wardrobe. There was no doubt about it. The person who came up with this idea was a genius. Anyway, I started reading the article, but then as I got to the second paragraph I suddenly stopped. It said that the company was founded by someone called Dr. Briefs. Wasn't that the name the librarian used when she spoke to Trunks…? Then is he – No. He can't be. What am I thinking? How silly of me? Just because that guy had the same name as the founder of Capsule Corp., it didn't mean that they were related. Once I had convinced myself that there wasn't necessarily a link, I continued reading. Then I stopped again for a moment. There was nothing to suggest a link between Trunks and Capsule Corp, here. I went onto the next page. There was an image – in black and white, of course – of an old man and a little boy. The photocopy wasn't very clear, but I was able to read the text under the picture. This is what it said: '(Above) Capsule Corp.'s founder, Dr. Briefs, with his grandson Trunks'. What!? That couldn't be right. I checked the date on the article and then looked hard at the picture. My guess is that the child must have been about 3 yrs old in that picture. If that was him in the picture then he would be in… my year…my age. It was true.... His family owned the Capsule Corporation – he owned it.

My mind wandered back to when Trunks had entered the library and what followed. He was trying to be friendly with me, but why? Things seemed even more bizarre now. If a guy was as rich as him and as cute – yes, I did notice – why would he want to know someone like me? Surely, guys like him would pair up with the cheerleaders… That was the bell. I had to get to class.

This was going to be a lot harder than he thought. By this time, Trunks would usually have had a kiss. With this girl, though, he hadn't even managed to get her name. She was certainly different from the other girls. She seemed to be resisting his charm.

"Did you get a result, yet?" Goten asked him.

"What…?" Trunks looked puzzled. "Did we have a test or something?"

"The bet, remember?"

"Oh. Right, I – I'm working on it."

"She's not interested, is she?"

"She just doesn't know me, yet," Trunks replied.

"That's never stopped you before."

"Yeah, well," he paused. "There's something different about her. I can't explain it."

"Sounds like another excuse to me, Trunks," Goten laughed.

"Think what you like. I'll be the one laughing when I win the bet," he smiled. "What will poor Annie think?"

"We'll see. You've got three weeks anyway."

"Hey, we didn't decide on a time limit," Trunks said sounding surprised.

"Yeah, I'm sorry I forgot to mention it."

"When did you come up with this, then?"

"Think about it, Trunks. We need a time limit because otherwise it could drag on for ages," explained Goten. "Besides it will give you incentive and with your track record I don't think you'll have much of a problem. Or don't you think three weeks is enough? We can call it off it you want."

"No way, Goten. It won't take three weeks."

What did you think…? I wasn't really sure if I should post it since I wrote it ages ago, but it was just there on my computer…

Therefore, this will be a one-off, unless you guys are interested. Should I continue with this OR remove it?

Thanks again,

Lady Leonhart 22/06/04