A/N: This was originally in answer to Presea's Christmas challenge but seeing as I'm the slowest typer in the world...couldn't give it in on time...oh well. I also somehow managed to lose it...so I had to reload it. SIGH. Read and Enjoy, don't forget to R&R.
Disclaimer: The ONLY one you would be seeing...I only own my computer, a crappy IBM and some lint which I use for food. DBZ doesn't belong to me no matter how much I try, but then I can still do the world a favour and destry FUNimation for the sake of all fans everywhere....
STRANGE GIFTS
Chapter 1- Life of the damned.
"Dum dum dum..." Trunks Vegeta Briefs, aka, President of Capsule Corporation and Prince of all...demi-saiyans, was, sadly, humming to Britney Spears. All in all, it was the lowest point of his life so to speak.
"I'm a slave...for you..."
"Mr President?"
He sprang to life, a ton of not done paperwork flying into the air in the process. Cursing he tried to reach the intercom and the papers at once.
"What is it Mrs Hanaka?"
"Chairwoman Breifs is coming..."
*Shit!* he scambled to turn off the...ugh....CD and put some order to his desk. Or, what could be called a desk under the paper jungle on top.
"TRUNKS VEGETA BREIFS! DO NOT TELL ME YOU HAVE DONE NO WORK ALL MORNING!?!"
His mother's voice reached, painfully, to his ears before she got into the room.
He looked at her sheepishly and held up the single report he HAD done.
Bulma Briefs, aka beautiful AND a genius and mother of two of the most reknown people in the world, shot him a withering look.
Trunks cleared his throat.
"You do know the yearly budget is due nxt week right?"
"Yes mother."
"AND the Capsule Corp Ball is in a month right?"
"Yes mother."
"And that your father is a big fat idiot right?"
"Yes mother."
"ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME AT ALL!?!"
He winced. *Double shit* "Yes ma'am"
The Chairwoman sighed wearily. "What am I going to do with you Trunks? You've been distracted all week! It's 25 days till Christmas, lighten up!"
He smiled. "I've just got something on my mind." *Or someone...*
Eyes narrowing, Bulma tapped her foot. "Well mister, get it, her or even HE out of your mind and START DOING SOME WORK!!!"
"Mother! You know that I'm not gay..."
Bulma threw up her hands and stomped out as suddenly as she came. The President sank back into his chair with a sigh of relief.
A frame with a very recent group photo drew his attention.
Every one had been there last Christmas. All of course, except Goku. Bura and his mother had scopped the whole day for the perfect moment. All of them had to play along and get together about every hour so they could get the Mighty Prince of all Saiyans in the ONE little photo.
The memory made him grin goofily.
Vegeta had been VERY annoyed. He could swear his father thought photographs stole his soul or somthing. Presuming there was a soul there of course.
Trunks looked at one person in particular.
Raven hair...
Ebonite eyes...
Red lips...
"You're a thirty-six year old lusting after a girl 14 years younger than you. Trunks, you are very fucked up." He looked around guiltily. "Still, she is your friend. And much more fun than this hellhole..."
Tiptoeing comically he leapt out the window.
Looks like another beautiful day...
Bulma's going to rant sooo bad to find out her son had played hooky AGAIN.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Blisters...
Hands raw...
Lips dry....
Need...water...
"COME ON PAN! THERE'S STILL THE THIRD LEVEL TO GO!!!"
Groooooooooaaaaaaaannnn...
Her spritey and about to be strangled friend strutted away with her uncle in tow.
"I swear she inherited waaay too much of Bulma..." The poor girl muttered, trudging after them wearily.
"Ohhh....OH MY GAWD!!! SALE!!!"
*One more attempt to get me into a dress and I'll scream...*
"This is sooo perfect for you Pan!"
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!"
Bura Briefs querked an eyebrow. "Problemo girlfriend?"
Taking absolutely No notice of the staring people, Son Pan grabbed her friend's neck.
"Bura, if I see one more dress I'l..."
The blue-haired beauty held up the dress that was supposedly 'perfect' for her, smirking away.
"AAAAAAARRGH!!!" Pan spun and started stomping away.
"Panny you okay?" Goten tried to peer over the boxes and bags he held.
Pan grunted, flicked at the pile in his hands and walked off, blatantly ignoring her uncle's troubled cries as the tower wavered.
She immediately blasted into the air, the moment she got out outside, not caring who saw.
*God that girl's annoying!*
"Trouble in paradise?"
She spun mid air. There were only a select few who could fly and even less that could fly AND have lavendar hair.
"I doubt you would disagree at the moment Trunks."
He laughed. "Bura can get on a person's nerves can't she?"
She floated around him.
"Hm...a suit. Playing hooky again Underwear Boy?"
He made a face.
"I like to call it constructive rescheduling."
"A...ha..."
Trunks made a hurt face. "Areb't you glad to see me? I'm hurt. Ow."
She fought the smile and lost. "In that case, you're treating me to lunch."
"When'd I agree to that?" All innocence.
"Now."
He gave her a look.
"AND, you're carrying me. My feet are killing me."
"Such a coniving little girl. You've been spending too much time with Bura..."
He had no time to finish as she suddenly dropped her ki and jumped into his arms.
Trunks grunted. "Okay...maybe not such a little girl..."
THAT deserved a jab in the stomach.
"You do realise we're flying right? You don't even NEED to use your feet!"
"Just go Underwear Boy..."
Sigh. "Yes ma'am." * Trunks Briefs, lap dog to all women.*
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
"AND STAY OUT!!!"
Trunks and Pan collapsed outside in a heap of laughter.
As demi-saiyans go, even all-you-can-eat resturants won't take them any more. Unnecssary to say they HAD eaten all they could eat, which just happened to be, everything.
"Aww...damn, it's almost eight."
"Do you really have to go?" Trunks looked at her hopefully, and added, "You put the sunshine in my life Panny."
She laughed. "I'm twenty-two and Dad still goes berserk when I get home late."
He raised an eyebrow. "It's eight o'clock."
Pan rolled her eyes, "I KNOW." She smirked. "Still I don't want the 'Young lady, do u know wht time it is?! Your mother and I have been very worried about you.' Then my mom rolls her eyes. 'You are growing up and the world is a dangerous place..."
She cut off as he was reduced to rolling on the ground with laughter.
Trunks grinned at her. "Sad, sad person."
She hit him hard on the arm. "Shut up dork face. You know, for an old man, you sure act like a teenager."
"Well, at least I look like one." With this he flipped hair in pure vanity.
"Ha! Okay, I gotta go. Bubye Trunks." And to his utter shock, she kissed his cheek.
Before he could react, she was gone.
She had kissed him.
SHE HAD KISSED HIM!!!
*O happy day!*
Like a manic he danced around in joy.
After a while he noticed people were giving him weird looks. "Er....hehehe..." Like lightning he was out of there.
"On the first day of Christmas my true love sent to me...A Panny in a gum tree..." He bonked a fist into an open palm. "THAT'S IT!!!"
"I'll SHOW HER!!! HOHOHOHOHO!!!" Once again he was getting weird looks.
*I gotta stop talking to myself.*
"25 days till Christmas...That means I'll have that much time to convince her. A plan. FINALLY a plan!!!"
*You're doing it again...*
"Oh shut up." He walked home humming ridiculous Christmas songs, a spring in his step, and a goofy grin plastered on his face.
Not bad for a day that started by listening to *shudder* Britney Spears.
Disclaimer: The ONLY one you would be seeing...I only own my computer, a crappy IBM and some lint which I use for food. DBZ doesn't belong to me no matter how much I try, but then I can still do the world a favour and destry FUNimation for the sake of all fans everywhere....
STRANGE GIFTS
Chapter 1- Life of the damned.
"Dum dum dum..." Trunks Vegeta Briefs, aka, President of Capsule Corporation and Prince of all...demi-saiyans, was, sadly, humming to Britney Spears. All in all, it was the lowest point of his life so to speak.
"I'm a slave...for you..."
"Mr President?"
He sprang to life, a ton of not done paperwork flying into the air in the process. Cursing he tried to reach the intercom and the papers at once.
"What is it Mrs Hanaka?"
"Chairwoman Breifs is coming..."
*Shit!* he scambled to turn off the...ugh....CD and put some order to his desk. Or, what could be called a desk under the paper jungle on top.
"TRUNKS VEGETA BREIFS! DO NOT TELL ME YOU HAVE DONE NO WORK ALL MORNING!?!"
His mother's voice reached, painfully, to his ears before she got into the room.
He looked at her sheepishly and held up the single report he HAD done.
Bulma Briefs, aka beautiful AND a genius and mother of two of the most reknown people in the world, shot him a withering look.
Trunks cleared his throat.
"You do know the yearly budget is due nxt week right?"
"Yes mother."
"AND the Capsule Corp Ball is in a month right?"
"Yes mother."
"And that your father is a big fat idiot right?"
"Yes mother."
"ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME AT ALL!?!"
He winced. *Double shit* "Yes ma'am"
The Chairwoman sighed wearily. "What am I going to do with you Trunks? You've been distracted all week! It's 25 days till Christmas, lighten up!"
He smiled. "I've just got something on my mind." *Or someone...*
Eyes narrowing, Bulma tapped her foot. "Well mister, get it, her or even HE out of your mind and START DOING SOME WORK!!!"
"Mother! You know that I'm not gay..."
Bulma threw up her hands and stomped out as suddenly as she came. The President sank back into his chair with a sigh of relief.
A frame with a very recent group photo drew his attention.
Every one had been there last Christmas. All of course, except Goku. Bura and his mother had scopped the whole day for the perfect moment. All of them had to play along and get together about every hour so they could get the Mighty Prince of all Saiyans in the ONE little photo.
The memory made him grin goofily.
Vegeta had been VERY annoyed. He could swear his father thought photographs stole his soul or somthing. Presuming there was a soul there of course.
Trunks looked at one person in particular.
Raven hair...
Ebonite eyes...
Red lips...
"You're a thirty-six year old lusting after a girl 14 years younger than you. Trunks, you are very fucked up." He looked around guiltily. "Still, she is your friend. And much more fun than this hellhole..."
Tiptoeing comically he leapt out the window.
Looks like another beautiful day...
Bulma's going to rant sooo bad to find out her son had played hooky AGAIN.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Blisters...
Hands raw...
Lips dry....
Need...water...
"COME ON PAN! THERE'S STILL THE THIRD LEVEL TO GO!!!"
Groooooooooaaaaaaaannnn...
Her spritey and about to be strangled friend strutted away with her uncle in tow.
"I swear she inherited waaay too much of Bulma..." The poor girl muttered, trudging after them wearily.
"Ohhh....OH MY GAWD!!! SALE!!!"
*One more attempt to get me into a dress and I'll scream...*
"This is sooo perfect for you Pan!"
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!"
Bura Briefs querked an eyebrow. "Problemo girlfriend?"
Taking absolutely No notice of the staring people, Son Pan grabbed her friend's neck.
"Bura, if I see one more dress I'l..."
The blue-haired beauty held up the dress that was supposedly 'perfect' for her, smirking away.
"AAAAAAARRGH!!!" Pan spun and started stomping away.
"Panny you okay?" Goten tried to peer over the boxes and bags he held.
Pan grunted, flicked at the pile in his hands and walked off, blatantly ignoring her uncle's troubled cries as the tower wavered.
She immediately blasted into the air, the moment she got out outside, not caring who saw.
*God that girl's annoying!*
"Trouble in paradise?"
She spun mid air. There were only a select few who could fly and even less that could fly AND have lavendar hair.
"I doubt you would disagree at the moment Trunks."
He laughed. "Bura can get on a person's nerves can't she?"
She floated around him.
"Hm...a suit. Playing hooky again Underwear Boy?"
He made a face.
"I like to call it constructive rescheduling."
"A...ha..."
Trunks made a hurt face. "Areb't you glad to see me? I'm hurt. Ow."
She fought the smile and lost. "In that case, you're treating me to lunch."
"When'd I agree to that?" All innocence.
"Now."
He gave her a look.
"AND, you're carrying me. My feet are killing me."
"Such a coniving little girl. You've been spending too much time with Bura..."
He had no time to finish as she suddenly dropped her ki and jumped into his arms.
Trunks grunted. "Okay...maybe not such a little girl..."
THAT deserved a jab in the stomach.
"You do realise we're flying right? You don't even NEED to use your feet!"
"Just go Underwear Boy..."
Sigh. "Yes ma'am." * Trunks Briefs, lap dog to all women.*
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
"AND STAY OUT!!!"
Trunks and Pan collapsed outside in a heap of laughter.
As demi-saiyans go, even all-you-can-eat resturants won't take them any more. Unnecssary to say they HAD eaten all they could eat, which just happened to be, everything.
"Aww...damn, it's almost eight."
"Do you really have to go?" Trunks looked at her hopefully, and added, "You put the sunshine in my life Panny."
She laughed. "I'm twenty-two and Dad still goes berserk when I get home late."
He raised an eyebrow. "It's eight o'clock."
Pan rolled her eyes, "I KNOW." She smirked. "Still I don't want the 'Young lady, do u know wht time it is?! Your mother and I have been very worried about you.' Then my mom rolls her eyes. 'You are growing up and the world is a dangerous place..."
She cut off as he was reduced to rolling on the ground with laughter.
Trunks grinned at her. "Sad, sad person."
She hit him hard on the arm. "Shut up dork face. You know, for an old man, you sure act like a teenager."
"Well, at least I look like one." With this he flipped hair in pure vanity.
"Ha! Okay, I gotta go. Bubye Trunks." And to his utter shock, she kissed his cheek.
Before he could react, she was gone.
She had kissed him.
SHE HAD KISSED HIM!!!
*O happy day!*
Like a manic he danced around in joy.
After a while he noticed people were giving him weird looks. "Er....hehehe..." Like lightning he was out of there.
"On the first day of Christmas my true love sent to me...A Panny in a gum tree..." He bonked a fist into an open palm. "THAT'S IT!!!"
"I'll SHOW HER!!! HOHOHOHOHO!!!" Once again he was getting weird looks.
*I gotta stop talking to myself.*
"25 days till Christmas...That means I'll have that much time to convince her. A plan. FINALLY a plan!!!"
*You're doing it again...*
"Oh shut up." He walked home humming ridiculous Christmas songs, a spring in his step, and a goofy grin plastered on his face.
Not bad for a day that started by listening to *shudder* Britney Spears.