Classes were starting soon, Trunks noted as he glanced at his companion
sitting on the floor, meditating. He had been given the task of watching
over a being whose past was virtually unknown, save the memories of a
Namek, a Kai, and a Saiyen. She had not moved in the past four hours and
Trunks wondered what she was thinking about. He glanced at the front door
and opened it, even before a knock had sounded.
"So how's the married couple this morning?" Yamcha asked and Trunks looked at him.
"We're...not married," he replied.
"Tell that to your grandparents. So, what have you two been up to? Anything your parents shouldn't know about?"
"Oh yeah. Come in and look."
Yamcha followed Trunks into the apartment and Trunks pointed to the corner Loren sat in.
"She's been like that for the past four hours. I was just getting ready to leave," Trunks said.
"Where are you going?" Yamcha asked.
"Just out. Why? Do you have a suggestion?"
"No. I could take you to a restaurant I frequent if you're hungry. They've got this really beautiful waitress there."
"Is the food good?"
"The food? Yeah, it's good. Come on. The lunch specials are almost over." ********************************************** Vegeta put on his boots and walked out of the bedroom. He dodged a robot that rolled past and turned around to meet Bulma's cold gaze.
"Where do you think YOU'RE going?" she asked and Vegeta glared at her.
"What does it matter woman?!" Vegeta demanded.
"I need some work done here."
"What are you talking about? You have robots that do everything."
"Vegeta, you will never understand, will you? All right, if you want to go out, here's a list of things I need done in the city. I'm afraid I can't leave Dad right now."
"But..."
"Would you like me to cook tonight?"
"Those are unfair tactics!"
"Not according to MY rules."
"All right! I'll do the stuff on this list."
"Here."
She handed him a capsule and Vegeta looked at it.
"What is this for?!" he demanded.
"Transportation. There's no flying in the city."
"Then I need to change my attire."
"Fine. I've got to go back and help Dad. There's some food in the kitchen for you. Ask Mom where it is if you can't find it."
"That mother of yours doesn't know where anything is," Vegeta muttered as he walked back into the bedroom and put on a pair of leather pants, a white sleeveless shirt and a black leather jacket. "I may as well fit the standard if I'm going to ride this thing." ************************************* "There she is. Her name is Mocha. Isn't she beautiful?" Yamcha asked and Trunks glanced up from the menu.
"Huh? Yeah, she IS nice," Trunks said and went back to reading the menu.
"You prefer blondes, don't you?"
"What? No, not at all."
"So if she's not there for pleasure, how are you going to get a girl that IS for pleasure?"
"What?"
"Oh come on, Trunks. Didn't Vegeta teach you anything?"
"Sorry. Yeah he did. I'm sorry. I'm pretty hungry so that's all I'm thinking about."
"May I take your order?" the waitress that Yamcha had been watching asked. "Oh hello again, Yamcha. I see you brought a friend."
"This is Trunks," Yamcha said.
"Do you work for the Capsule Corporation?"
"Huh? Oh my coat. My mom gave it to me. It's my grandfather's company."
"Is it really?"
"Yeah. Um, can I order now?"
"Huh? Oh of course. What would you like?"
"Could I get two number threes?"
"I thought you weren't fond of the number threes, Yamcha."
"Huh? They're both for him. You know what I usually get," Yamcha said.
"But the number threes are really big. Are you sure you want two?" Mocha asked.
"Yes please," Trunks replied.
"So what are you going to study at school?" Yamcha asked.
"I'm not sure yet. I think the family wish is that I become a scientist like Grandpa. Dad wants to see me in the military. I don't exactly know what I want and I don't like going against Father."
"You went against him when Cell was around."
"Cell was deceiving him, playing on his one weakness. I only wanted to stop him for the sake of everyone."
"So are you going to choose the military?"
"I don't know. I mean, yeah I've got the physique for it but I don't know if I've got the mind for it. I don't know if I've got the mind for a scientist either. Also, there's one reason why I'm not sure about the military. I wouldn't know what to do with her."
"What is she exactly?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, we all saw what she turned into at the tournament. Sorta like Zarbon, only worse. What the hell is she?"
"I don't know but she's not all that bad. She didn't kill Father and she could have."
"How do we know that she won't snap and go on a killing rampage one day?"
"Here you two are. Boy, you've been talking for awhile. What's going on?" Mocha asked as she set the plates on the table.
"Thanks Mocha. We're just trying to figure out what he should take at college," Yamcha said.
"Well right now, I'm just taking the basic stuff that everyone takes," Trunks said as he picked up a fork.
"I get off at three today, if you're not busy," Mocha said.
"No I'm not busy. It's my day off," Yamcha replied as he watched Trunks eat. "Man, I sure miss Goku."
"So how's the married couple this morning?" Yamcha asked and Trunks looked at him.
"We're...not married," he replied.
"Tell that to your grandparents. So, what have you two been up to? Anything your parents shouldn't know about?"
"Oh yeah. Come in and look."
Yamcha followed Trunks into the apartment and Trunks pointed to the corner Loren sat in.
"She's been like that for the past four hours. I was just getting ready to leave," Trunks said.
"Where are you going?" Yamcha asked.
"Just out. Why? Do you have a suggestion?"
"No. I could take you to a restaurant I frequent if you're hungry. They've got this really beautiful waitress there."
"Is the food good?"
"The food? Yeah, it's good. Come on. The lunch specials are almost over." ********************************************** Vegeta put on his boots and walked out of the bedroom. He dodged a robot that rolled past and turned around to meet Bulma's cold gaze.
"Where do you think YOU'RE going?" she asked and Vegeta glared at her.
"What does it matter woman?!" Vegeta demanded.
"I need some work done here."
"What are you talking about? You have robots that do everything."
"Vegeta, you will never understand, will you? All right, if you want to go out, here's a list of things I need done in the city. I'm afraid I can't leave Dad right now."
"But..."
"Would you like me to cook tonight?"
"Those are unfair tactics!"
"Not according to MY rules."
"All right! I'll do the stuff on this list."
"Here."
She handed him a capsule and Vegeta looked at it.
"What is this for?!" he demanded.
"Transportation. There's no flying in the city."
"Then I need to change my attire."
"Fine. I've got to go back and help Dad. There's some food in the kitchen for you. Ask Mom where it is if you can't find it."
"That mother of yours doesn't know where anything is," Vegeta muttered as he walked back into the bedroom and put on a pair of leather pants, a white sleeveless shirt and a black leather jacket. "I may as well fit the standard if I'm going to ride this thing." ************************************* "There she is. Her name is Mocha. Isn't she beautiful?" Yamcha asked and Trunks glanced up from the menu.
"Huh? Yeah, she IS nice," Trunks said and went back to reading the menu.
"You prefer blondes, don't you?"
"What? No, not at all."
"So if she's not there for pleasure, how are you going to get a girl that IS for pleasure?"
"What?"
"Oh come on, Trunks. Didn't Vegeta teach you anything?"
"Sorry. Yeah he did. I'm sorry. I'm pretty hungry so that's all I'm thinking about."
"May I take your order?" the waitress that Yamcha had been watching asked. "Oh hello again, Yamcha. I see you brought a friend."
"This is Trunks," Yamcha said.
"Do you work for the Capsule Corporation?"
"Huh? Oh my coat. My mom gave it to me. It's my grandfather's company."
"Is it really?"
"Yeah. Um, can I order now?"
"Huh? Oh of course. What would you like?"
"Could I get two number threes?"
"I thought you weren't fond of the number threes, Yamcha."
"Huh? They're both for him. You know what I usually get," Yamcha said.
"But the number threes are really big. Are you sure you want two?" Mocha asked.
"Yes please," Trunks replied.
"So what are you going to study at school?" Yamcha asked.
"I'm not sure yet. I think the family wish is that I become a scientist like Grandpa. Dad wants to see me in the military. I don't exactly know what I want and I don't like going against Father."
"You went against him when Cell was around."
"Cell was deceiving him, playing on his one weakness. I only wanted to stop him for the sake of everyone."
"So are you going to choose the military?"
"I don't know. I mean, yeah I've got the physique for it but I don't know if I've got the mind for it. I don't know if I've got the mind for a scientist either. Also, there's one reason why I'm not sure about the military. I wouldn't know what to do with her."
"What is she exactly?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, we all saw what she turned into at the tournament. Sorta like Zarbon, only worse. What the hell is she?"
"I don't know but she's not all that bad. She didn't kill Father and she could have."
"How do we know that she won't snap and go on a killing rampage one day?"
"Here you two are. Boy, you've been talking for awhile. What's going on?" Mocha asked as she set the plates on the table.
"Thanks Mocha. We're just trying to figure out what he should take at college," Yamcha said.
"Well right now, I'm just taking the basic stuff that everyone takes," Trunks said as he picked up a fork.
"I get off at three today, if you're not busy," Mocha said.
"No I'm not busy. It's my day off," Yamcha replied as he watched Trunks eat. "Man, I sure miss Goku."