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Chapter 1: The Message
Trunks dodged his tenth ki blast in the last five minutes. His father showed no mercy as he attacked him. Trunks didn't understand why his father always wanted to train so early in the morning. He knew that he worked late, and when he came to get him up he was just gotten a few hours of sleep.
Trunks ate dirt as his father's foot met his back. He fell out of his super saiyan form and turned over on the ground.
Vegeta landed beside him, "That is enough for today. You need to work on your training more, instead of spending all of your time at the blasted company." Then he walked into the house.
Trunks just gave a sigh as he got up and went to shower and change.
When he came back down stairs he seen that his mother had made breakfast and was sitting a the table trying to make Vegeta eat. "Trunks, Mama's angel, come on and eat some breakfast." She said with her sweet face.
Trunks gave a goofy laugh and started to back out of the kitchen, "Geeze mom, it is awfully late and I can't miss my first meeting today. So gotta go." Then he turned and ran to his car, leaving Bulma fuming in the kitchen.
"The boy knows what is good for him." Vegeta said as he looked over the food.
Bulma threw a plate at him, witch he caught and sat back down on the table. "Why the sudden interest in cooking anyway? Are you sick?"
"No, thank you very much mister high and mighty. I just need a new hobby, so I thought I would try cooking." She said as she huffed and started to load the dishwasher.
"What shopping and ordering people around isn't enough?" Vegeta said as he walked out the door, a pan following him.
Trunks gave a sigh of relief when he reached his office. He could handle his father's morning beatings, but not his mother's sudden interest in cooking. The last time she made him eat her cooking he was sick for three days.
He sat down at his desk and looked at the tall stack of paper work on his desk. He heaved a sigh and dug in.
Three hours later he was half way through and getting hungry. As if reading his mind his secretary walked in. She was a rather attractive woman with pink hair and green eyes. Trunks could tell that she had a thing for him, but he didn't really look at her that way.
"I figured you would be hungry so I got you a sub from the cafeteria, and here is the rest of the paper work." She said as she sat a stack on top of the other, making it three times as tall. Then she handed him the sub.
"Thank you so much Abby." He replied as she left the room, his voice laced with sarcasm.
He sat back in his chair and rubbed his eyes. Then he looked at the picture on his desk, and picked it up to observe closer. It was a picture of everyone at one of their cookouts right before they went looking for the black star dragonballs. Goku, when he was still big, with his goofy grin and his arm around Chichi. Yamchea and his latest girlfriend standing beside Tien and Launch who were holding their ten year old still. Gohan and Videl in a hug standing beside Krillian, 18. Marron, Goten, and Bulla were together and they all looked to be planning something. He and Pan were standing under the tree, and Pan was flying and had her arms around his neck from behind. He could make out Piccolo in the background, and his father standing against the tree, both looking rather annoyed. Then there was Roshi, Olong, Buar, and Choawzue sitting in the front.
Trunks smiled thinking about those days. They seemed like so long ago, like they should belong in a fairy tale because they were so close and happy. But it had only been six years since their adventures in space, and Goku's disappearance.
Trunks knew that everyone had felt the pain of Goku's disappearance, and the knowing that he would not be coming back. He also knew that no one had taken it harder than Pan. She had been so bad as to run away from home.
She had gone to stay with Dende for a while before she was ready to return to school and normal life. Trunks missed her; they had been close friends by the end of the dragonball search.
But, like everyone else, he hadn't seen her in six years. You heard things about people you knew well once, it was that a curse. When you are close to someone, then fall apart, you hear things about them from others, it is one of those things that happened. Not that Trunks cared, he liked to hear how his old friends were doing.
Last he had heard was that Gohan was head of the university, which hadn't really surprised him. Then he had heard that Goten had actually taken over Hercule's chain of gym's and fighting schools.
Trunks snapped back to reality when his sister walked into his office. She saw him put the picture and took her seat on top of his desk as she picked it up, smiled and put it back down. "I am suppose to deliver a message to you brother dear." She said as the looked thoughtful.
"What did I do now?" He asked as he opened his sub and took a huge bite.
"Nothing that I know of, unless it occurred before I got up this morning." She said smiling.
Trunks rolled his eyes at this comment, "Yeah you get to sleep late, but dad insists on waking me at dawn. Why can't we switch training times?"
Bulla, when she did train with Vegeta, always did so in the afternoon. "Because he knows that I am just like mom, if I don't get my beauty sleep, Cell would be scared."
Trunks laughed, knowing what she said was true.
"But, back to my mission. As you know, well actually you probably don't, but I talk to Pan from time to time. She had requested that I ask you to meet her for lunch on Friday at eleven. Well it would kind of be brunch, but she said she wanted to talk to you." Bulla said. She raised her eyebrows when Trunks almost choked on the last bit of his sandwich.
"Did she say why?" He asked after regaining his breath.
Bulla got up and headed for the door, "I was just supposed to give you that piece of information, and nothing else. I do know why, but I can't tell you." She smiled at him before closing the door behind her.
Trunks' mind whirled, why would Pan all of a sudden want to see him? Did he do something; did he not do something? The thoughts kept coming. 'Okay Trunks, it is Wednesday, so you can handle two more days. This is no biggy.' He told himself.
It was Friday morning and he was the one who woke his father up. He thought Vegeta was going to rip his head off and tell him they weren't going to spar, but he just mumbled under his breath all the way outside.
As usual his dad beat him, them gripped at him for not training enough, or not meeting saiyan standards. But that was his dad, and it came with the package, so he had learned to ignore it.
When he got to the kitchen he found his mom hadn't cooked and made himself so cereal. When his sister walked into the room he tried for the hundredth time in the past two days to get her to tell him why Pan wanted to see him.
Bulla finally slammed her bowl down on the counter and looked at him, "Trunks you only have three and a half more hours, I think you can handle it." Then she stormed out of the room.
Trunks got to work, and could not work. He paced his office asking himself why he was so nervous; after all it was just Pan. So he ended up blaming it on the fact that it had been six years. After deciding this fact he looked at the clock, "11:02 am, Shit!!" he said as he grabbed his jacket and ran out the door.
He cursed himself all the way to the restaurant for being so careless.
When he finally reached the restaurant he cursed himself again for not just flying there, it was now 15 after.
He went in and told the hostess who he was looking for, and she pointed to a booth. Trunks walked in that direction, all he could see was half of the back of someone with raven hair.
When he reached her and she stood to greet him his mouth fell open.
Hey everyone, it's me again...just tryin out some new things. I hope you like this so far, kinda left ya hangin there at the end, but it builds interest I think. Let me know if you would like me to continue with this story or not, and that of course means REVIEW, please review. That way I can know whatcha think. Thanks bunches
Chapter 1: The Message
Trunks dodged his tenth ki blast in the last five minutes. His father showed no mercy as he attacked him. Trunks didn't understand why his father always wanted to train so early in the morning. He knew that he worked late, and when he came to get him up he was just gotten a few hours of sleep.
Trunks ate dirt as his father's foot met his back. He fell out of his super saiyan form and turned over on the ground.
Vegeta landed beside him, "That is enough for today. You need to work on your training more, instead of spending all of your time at the blasted company." Then he walked into the house.
Trunks just gave a sigh as he got up and went to shower and change.
When he came back down stairs he seen that his mother had made breakfast and was sitting a the table trying to make Vegeta eat. "Trunks, Mama's angel, come on and eat some breakfast." She said with her sweet face.
Trunks gave a goofy laugh and started to back out of the kitchen, "Geeze mom, it is awfully late and I can't miss my first meeting today. So gotta go." Then he turned and ran to his car, leaving Bulma fuming in the kitchen.
"The boy knows what is good for him." Vegeta said as he looked over the food.
Bulma threw a plate at him, witch he caught and sat back down on the table. "Why the sudden interest in cooking anyway? Are you sick?"
"No, thank you very much mister high and mighty. I just need a new hobby, so I thought I would try cooking." She said as she huffed and started to load the dishwasher.
"What shopping and ordering people around isn't enough?" Vegeta said as he walked out the door, a pan following him.
Trunks gave a sigh of relief when he reached his office. He could handle his father's morning beatings, but not his mother's sudden interest in cooking. The last time she made him eat her cooking he was sick for three days.
He sat down at his desk and looked at the tall stack of paper work on his desk. He heaved a sigh and dug in.
Three hours later he was half way through and getting hungry. As if reading his mind his secretary walked in. She was a rather attractive woman with pink hair and green eyes. Trunks could tell that she had a thing for him, but he didn't really look at her that way.
"I figured you would be hungry so I got you a sub from the cafeteria, and here is the rest of the paper work." She said as she sat a stack on top of the other, making it three times as tall. Then she handed him the sub.
"Thank you so much Abby." He replied as she left the room, his voice laced with sarcasm.
He sat back in his chair and rubbed his eyes. Then he looked at the picture on his desk, and picked it up to observe closer. It was a picture of everyone at one of their cookouts right before they went looking for the black star dragonballs. Goku, when he was still big, with his goofy grin and his arm around Chichi. Yamchea and his latest girlfriend standing beside Tien and Launch who were holding their ten year old still. Gohan and Videl in a hug standing beside Krillian, 18. Marron, Goten, and Bulla were together and they all looked to be planning something. He and Pan were standing under the tree, and Pan was flying and had her arms around his neck from behind. He could make out Piccolo in the background, and his father standing against the tree, both looking rather annoyed. Then there was Roshi, Olong, Buar, and Choawzue sitting in the front.
Trunks smiled thinking about those days. They seemed like so long ago, like they should belong in a fairy tale because they were so close and happy. But it had only been six years since their adventures in space, and Goku's disappearance.
Trunks knew that everyone had felt the pain of Goku's disappearance, and the knowing that he would not be coming back. He also knew that no one had taken it harder than Pan. She had been so bad as to run away from home.
She had gone to stay with Dende for a while before she was ready to return to school and normal life. Trunks missed her; they had been close friends by the end of the dragonball search.
But, like everyone else, he hadn't seen her in six years. You heard things about people you knew well once, it was that a curse. When you are close to someone, then fall apart, you hear things about them from others, it is one of those things that happened. Not that Trunks cared, he liked to hear how his old friends were doing.
Last he had heard was that Gohan was head of the university, which hadn't really surprised him. Then he had heard that Goten had actually taken over Hercule's chain of gym's and fighting schools.
Trunks snapped back to reality when his sister walked into his office. She saw him put the picture and took her seat on top of his desk as she picked it up, smiled and put it back down. "I am suppose to deliver a message to you brother dear." She said as the looked thoughtful.
"What did I do now?" He asked as he opened his sub and took a huge bite.
"Nothing that I know of, unless it occurred before I got up this morning." She said smiling.
Trunks rolled his eyes at this comment, "Yeah you get to sleep late, but dad insists on waking me at dawn. Why can't we switch training times?"
Bulla, when she did train with Vegeta, always did so in the afternoon. "Because he knows that I am just like mom, if I don't get my beauty sleep, Cell would be scared."
Trunks laughed, knowing what she said was true.
"But, back to my mission. As you know, well actually you probably don't, but I talk to Pan from time to time. She had requested that I ask you to meet her for lunch on Friday at eleven. Well it would kind of be brunch, but she said she wanted to talk to you." Bulla said. She raised her eyebrows when Trunks almost choked on the last bit of his sandwich.
"Did she say why?" He asked after regaining his breath.
Bulla got up and headed for the door, "I was just supposed to give you that piece of information, and nothing else. I do know why, but I can't tell you." She smiled at him before closing the door behind her.
Trunks' mind whirled, why would Pan all of a sudden want to see him? Did he do something; did he not do something? The thoughts kept coming. 'Okay Trunks, it is Wednesday, so you can handle two more days. This is no biggy.' He told himself.
It was Friday morning and he was the one who woke his father up. He thought Vegeta was going to rip his head off and tell him they weren't going to spar, but he just mumbled under his breath all the way outside.
As usual his dad beat him, them gripped at him for not training enough, or not meeting saiyan standards. But that was his dad, and it came with the package, so he had learned to ignore it.
When he got to the kitchen he found his mom hadn't cooked and made himself so cereal. When his sister walked into the room he tried for the hundredth time in the past two days to get her to tell him why Pan wanted to see him.
Bulla finally slammed her bowl down on the counter and looked at him, "Trunks you only have three and a half more hours, I think you can handle it." Then she stormed out of the room.
Trunks got to work, and could not work. He paced his office asking himself why he was so nervous; after all it was just Pan. So he ended up blaming it on the fact that it had been six years. After deciding this fact he looked at the clock, "11:02 am, Shit!!" he said as he grabbed his jacket and ran out the door.
He cursed himself all the way to the restaurant for being so careless.
When he finally reached the restaurant he cursed himself again for not just flying there, it was now 15 after.
He went in and told the hostess who he was looking for, and she pointed to a booth. Trunks walked in that direction, all he could see was half of the back of someone with raven hair.
When he reached her and she stood to greet him his mouth fell open.
Hey everyone, it's me again...just tryin out some new things. I hope you like this so far, kinda left ya hangin there at the end, but it builds interest I think. Let me know if you would like me to continue with this story or not, and that of course means REVIEW, please review. That way I can know whatcha think. Thanks bunches