Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ/DBGT or blah, blah, blah
Writer: Disclaimer Dawn
Pairing: T/M Rating: PG-13Trunks POV:
Do you know that feeling? When you look around, noticing the stuff you're really used to. It's usual so you don't really look at it much, it's the same stuff isn't it? Why would you waste your time looking at the things you know? So you circle round your room just browsing, not sure what you want to see but then just want to find it. And then you do.
Then you feel something.
It might not be the most noticeable thing in the world but you still see it. This is your little old bobby blue bear. You pick it up and stroke it. It's warm and soft. And then you start to think. Who gave this to me? When did I get this anyway? So you stare for a few seconds however, you don't find out anything. So you put by your computer desk, next to your other valuable possessions. The difference between this bear is that you never over look it. Another time you look for something you may just spot it and stare for a second. Thinking. Feeling the same feeling. This happened to me. I am not talking about furry teddy bears. It's about a person.
A girl.
So it's Capsule Corps 75th year anniversary. Everyone is there. Goku, My best friend Goten, Chi-chi, My little sister Bra. Everyone. It's not so exciting for me. Goten's talking about his new girlfriend. Bura said something to me however I wasn't even listening, but anytime I gave a little "yes" she seemed to sound pleased. So there I was. In the middle of a triangle of boredom. Suddenly Bra giggled. I turned to her then to Goten's confused looking face.
"What did I say?" I asked looking at both of them. Bra managed to stop smirking.
"Goten asked you if he should get his new girlfriend roses or carnations but you said yes." Bra churned in smirking at my mistake. The joke wasn't even funny. However then nothing is. I looked to Goten apologizing and was suddenly grabbed by my mother.
"Trunks where have you been?! My business companions are anxious to meet you!"
Oh no. I hated meeting people through my mother especially "Business companions." I tried getting out of it however my mother just had to pull me by the ear. Which was even more embarrassing shaking hands with these people if you're rubbing you ear like a grimy vagrant.
One of the weird folks smiled at me "Nice to meet you."
I greeted back politely shaking his hand .
We talked for a few minutes about business in Europe. He was very eager for me to do a promotion there but then my mother nudged him. He's eyes sparkled as if remembering something and called someone from the crowd.
"Trunks have you met my daughter Jemima?"
I knew it. Another set up by my mother. It happens every three months. She just had to convince one of her friends to get their daughters interested in me. It doesn't take much convincing (I'm not bragging or anything but who in their right mind wouldn't want their daughter dating a multi-billionaire who was single, handsome and youthful?) some of these girls are just dying to see me.
I stare at this girl. She's a red head and her hair is unbelievably curly. It's not long but it seemed very thick and full. Her eyes are emerald green however seem dull and lifeless. She looked 24 and had small ears.
This girl smiled at me "It's nice to meet you." Then put out her hand.
I stare at the hand but then glimpse at my mother. Already she was spinning another fairy-tale. I'd clasp Jemima and tell her that she was beautiful and would she be my bride in this multi-million mansion. Mum drifted into a dream world filled with noise in the air as well as grandchildren…
Good Dende. I wanted to shake her. Why was she always putting me in this situation? Jemima was good looking but I wasn't head over heals about her. She seemed too posh and her name proved it. Jemima. What kinda name was that? It sounded like some sorta jelly. And she seemed too hopeful. She kept flapping her eyelashes acting all righteous. I hated that. It reminds me of Bra anytime she needs to swipe one of my credit cards. I shoke Jemima's hand and excused myself. You should have seen my mother's mouth. I think Jemima bursted in tears however I didn't care. It was crowded so my mother would find me so easily. Especially now. She'd thump me real hard. It was really hard though going through the crowd. People had to keep greeting me and I nearly got caught when some guy popped out of nowhere.
As I was being chased by my now fuming mother my senses were not working. She'd drag me back to Jemima then arrange a wedding if I liked it or not. She may not do that but her thumps would just make it seem reality. I hated it when she got mad at me however it was her fault for trying to set me up.
*Crash*
I froze. It seemed the whole hall froze to. Everyone seemed to be staring at something. Which was weird. The whole room was noisy before however now everyone had to stare at me because I knocked into a waiter. He apologised for staining my suit then ran to get a cloth or something. It wasn't everybody that looked just a few solemn looking folks. And there were two businessmen (they both looked gay from my view)but that was it. Still it was embarrassing. My face was probably red, my mother would catch me in a few seconds and blow a fuse over the mess.
"Need any help?"
I sighed ready to get a knocking. It was going to be mother I thought. The voice was soft so it was probably Bra. Then again it could be Jemima ready to cry all over me. It wasn't my mother. It wasn't Bra. And thank Dende it wasn't Jemima. It was her.
She smiled softly at me her then glanced at my now tarnished suit.
"Here, have this." She handed me a cloth, nodded softly and knelt picking up the broken pieces of glass. When all this happened all I did was stare at her not sure what to say. I didn't have time to say anything though. The next thing I knew my left ear was being pulled out of my head.
"Owww,owww,owww!"
"Don't you oww me young man!" My mum hissed pulling harder "How could you do that to poor Jemima? She's crying buckets because she thought you didn't like her!"
"So…oww! Quit it!"
None of my shouting and complaining helped. It wasn't until she saw her that she stopped all her lecturing about me not trying to be social with young ladies. She stopped in mid rant and spotted her.
"Marron?"
Marron?!
Marron smiled her blue eyes beaming. She nodded then giggled softly. Marron. I heard that name before. However I wasn't so sure where. Mother stopped nagging me and went to great Marron more formally. She spotted the broken glass on the tray and became curious. I opened my mouth but then Marron spoke.
"Well." Marron sighed deeply "I broke some of the glasses. I'm sorry."
"Don't worry about them!!" She took the tray then stared at me "GO on! Say hello to Marron."
Mum left me alone for once. She seemed happier than before so I guess I won't hear about Jemima for a while. Marron smiled at me. I grinned back. I took out my right hand out. She nodded and accepted it.
"Nice to…see you." Her eyes once again dazzling in front of me …I never saw such eyes. They were cool and kind but somehow familiar in a way. Through my 26 years of living I've never seen anything like it. I couldn't describe her eyes as the ocean because then it'll ruin its uniqueness. It wasn't just her eyes that made her appealing. She had blonde hair and had the cutest nose I'd ever seen.
I stared at her for a moment. Actually we both stared at each other. I don't know why but it seemed okay if we did. Something just made us. It was strange, never had a someone made me feel so funny. But then I let go not really sure what to say.
"I'll see you later then?" And I left not waiting for a reply. Boy was that lame. My only hope then was if I cold run into Goten or someone. However that didn't happen. For the second time that night I was rude to a female. Marron didn't burst out crying like Jemima but then she …just…seemed so calm. Her eyes didn't stop beaming. I could hear a "bye" and that was it. I felt cold. It was cold to do that I know so I walked back but she wasn't there. All of a sudden cold air swept through me. It was then I realised what a mistake I made…
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