It had been 19 years since Buu had been defeated. There were short interruptions of the peace, but overall, the years were quiet. During this time, Goku and Chi Chi had a third child, a girl, named Gotu who was now 18. Both Saiyan's children had drifted from fighting ways. Their lives became ones of normalcy and human comforts. Gohan had a successful career in biology and a family of his own with Videl. Goten focused on entering tournaments and winning them. With his winnings, he was able to sustain a life without working until the next tournament. Trunks was now the president of Capsule Corp. and spent most of his days at his office, while Bulla helped her mother continue to invent things. Due to Chi Chi's insistence on Gotu studying, she was able to graduate high school early and complete college with a degree in business by 18. Bulma hired her to manage some of the resources at Capsule Corp. and work for Trunks. And so our story begins…
Trunks glanced over at the nameplate on his desk. The boredom of the day was getting to him. His mother always spoke about how fortunate they all were to have experienced this type of "peace" for the last 19 years, but sometimes, he wished a little action might come their way. He assumed this is the Saiyan blood in him. A knock came at the office door. "Come in."
"Mr. Briefs, the new manager is here to meet with you." His secretary announced with a smile.
"Yes, yes, let him in." Bulma had hired a new manager without Trunks' consent. As aggressive as Trunks could be as a Saiyan, he was even more so as a business man. Most managers they had couldn't handle his high expectations. Most lasted less than a month. He was sure this would be just another man in the bucket. To his surprise, however, a young girl walked in. Her hair was a deep brown, almost black, and fell straight to her shoulders. Her eyes reminded him of Gohan's somehow, except they were the turquoise color of a super Saiyan's. She was tall and slender and had an air of optimism about her. And most of all, she looked familiar to him somehow. As she put out her hand to shake Trunks', she introduced herself, "Gotu".
"Goku's daughter?!" Trunks exclaimed. Seeing her grown up this way made him realize how long it had been since he last saw her. She had to have been 7, maybe 8, the last time. Trunks spent much of his free time with Goten at his home or out in town and simply never had occasion to visit the Son's house. Gotu laughed at his surprise.
"Yup! Your mother thought that someone with a "fresher" outlook might be able to handle you." She smiled as she spoke. Something about her last words made Trunks smile back. They spoke about their families for a short amount of time, and then they moved on to business matters.
As they got up to end the meeting she looked at Trunks inquisitively. "Trunks, do you ever wish that something would happen? I mean, I don't want anyone to get hurt, but I feel like I need a challenge. At least you and Goten and Gohan all experienced a battle in your times. I've seen nothing. I constantly listen to these incredible stories. I need to experience something." She looked guilty as she said it.
"I don't think you should feel bad for feeling that way. It's in our blood to yearn for battle. But to answer your question, yes. Sometimes I do feel like I need a challenge." Suddenly, it dawned on him. "But maybe, we need to create our own challenges." Gotu looked at Trunks with a Goku-like confusion on her face. "I mean, look at our fathers. They don't sit around and hope for action. They train, constantly, with each other. Sometimes they go into space to train or with King Kai. They don't let themselves become stagnant. Maybe it's our own faults we are so bored."
Gotu's face changed from confusion to determination as she looked up and smirked at him. "You're right. So, what do you say we meet at 6 every morning before work? You have a gravity room in the corporate building, right? I say we make our fathers proud and start giving our Saiyan blood a workout."
"What?! I didn't mean… Well… I can't fight you…" Trunks looked down to his feet. 'I couldn't train with a woman' He thought.
"And why not? Is it because you think I'm too weak to give you a challenge?" A warmth and light suddenly overtook the room and Trunks looked up to find Gotu standing in front of him, a super Saiyan. A super Saiyan with immense power at that. Her eyes were the same color, but her hair had turned the signature gold and acquired volume.
"Fine." He mumbled. "But don't expect me to go easy on you. Remember, I'm a lot older than you and.." He stopped.
"And you're a man?" Gotu laughed. "Oh please, I grew up with two half-Saiyan brothers and Goku as my father. If you think I can't keep up with you just because I have breasts, then perhaps you're more like Vegeta than I thought". She smiled and powered down before leaving the office.
'Fine' Trunks thought. 'We will train together. But I'll show her that it's not so easy to keep up with me. And what did she mean by "like Vegeta" anyway?' The surprise of meeting with and planning to train with Gotu ruined his focus. About an hour after the visit ended, Trunks flew out the window to go home. There was no point in working the full day. The staff was fine and his mind was elsewhere.
He entered the Briefs' home quietly, hoping to avoid his mother's scolding. Unfortunately, as he passed the kitchen, she spotted him. "TRUNKS WHY ARE YOU HOME?! DO YOU EVER ACTUALLY STAY AT WORK FOR THE FULL DAY?!" He cringed at her high pitched voice.
"Mom, its fine. They are fine. How often was grandpa ever actually at the office anyway?"
"Your grandfather stayed home and INVENTED new products for the business. It's not like he sat outside getting a tan all day. You are not an inventor. It's your responsibility to stay and manage the company."
"Sure, sure." Trunks mumbled as he walked away, hearing his mother continue to huff. She didn't understand what it was like to have Saiyan blood. The ease and boredom of an office was almost too much to bear at times.
"Trunks, wait." His mother caught up to and Trunks stopped, bracing himself for more screeching. "Did you see Gotu today?"
"Oh, uh, yeah. She seems fine. We're thinking of training some mornings before work. She's got a lot of Goku in her."
"Training? But, you haven't trained in a couple of years. Why now? And why with her?"
"We're bored, mom. You wouldn't understand. Gohan and Goten seem perfectly satisfied with an average, human life, but I guess we aren't. It's not like we can train with our fathers. We aren't even near the same level as them. Hopefully, we can give each other the challenge we're looking for. We'll see."
Bulma smirked knowingly. "I understand, Trunks. How can you think I wouldn't? Did you forget who I married? Your father is never satisfied. He always needs to be challenged. Goku gives him that challenge in training, and I give it to him in brains." She winked, and Trunks blushed.
"Uh, yeah, just do me a favor and don't tell Dad. I'm not sure I want to hear his opinion on me training with her." Bulma winked again and gave a thumbs up.