Trunks sighed as he looked over his paperwork in his office. He was almost 21 and he was still single. His mother was starting to get after him about making an heir to the company, but every single girl that he had been out with just wasn't right. It wasn't his fault that they were all after his money. Most of them were heiresses to other companies, but he could tell that they weren't the sibling that was in control of said company.

The door to his office opened and he frowned. "I'm kind of busy Gotin." His childhood friend was only a year younger than him, but she rarely acted her age. "Come back later."

"You forgot, didn't you?" Gotin asked. She was kind of pissed. Trunks had been putting this off for weeks. She just wanted to spend some time with him.

"I didn't forget," Trunks snapped, "I just have responsibilities. Not that you would know about that."

"You've rescheduled on me five times, Trunks," Gotin argued.

"I told you, I'm busy. I don't have time for your silly pranks," Trunks growled.

"You used to have time. All you do is work, Trunks," she pressed. "It's turning you into a zombie."

Trunks looked back down at his papers. "Those pranks are for children, Gotin. We're adults now. It's time to act like it."

Gotin froze then frowned. "Are you trying to say that I'm not good enough for you?" She knew that Trunks was focused on dating right now. Secretly, she had been hoping for him to notice her, but it never happened.

"Gotin, I have work to do!" Trunks shouted at her, then turned back to his work. He could sense her still standing there. "Just leave, I'll call you later." He didn't get why she was being so difficult. Quietly, Gotin turned around and left, leaving him to his work. Trunks sighed. He would have to make it up to her at some point.

Trunks looked at his date book and sighed. He was booked all week. Between business meetings and dates, he didn't have time for her. He would have to call her later and see if he could get her to agree to an extension. Gotin would have to see that he was right. Hell, maybe she would start to grow up. She may be mad now, but she would cool down eventually.

Gotin stopped in front of a small house and sighed. She was staring down at the ground as Marron came out. "Gotin? Are you okay?" The blonde asked as tears began to fall down her face.

"I…I give up," Gotin sniffed. She just couldn't keep this up anymore. It was time to move on. But even as she thought that, her heart felt like it was ripping into pieces. Trunk didn't even bat an eye at the idea of her not being good enough, so it had to be true.

Marron walked over and gave her friend a hug. "Why don't you come inside? I'll get you some tea." She had to pull Gotin into her house. The blonde knew that the girl had feelings for Trunks since they were children, but it just never happened.

Gotin felt herself be pushed down on the couch. She was still crying. She really should have known better. Trunks just saw her as one of the guys, hell everyone did. She looked down at her baggy t-shirt. The female Son just didn't feel comfortable about her own body, she was just too muscular. Then there were the scars that came from training. She wiped her face and sighed. "I've been wasting too much time."

Marron returned with the tea. "Have you tried a little sex appeal?" she asked, only for Gotin to turn red and look away. "You know, men are thick."

The fighter took a cup. "But Trunks isn't. He's smart. I'm just… not the one. Some other girl will be." She let those thoughts take over, letting her heart break. She had to let go. Trunks didn't want her. If anything, he didn't want to do much with her anymore. She was starting to think that he was pushing her away because he knew about her feelings.

"Gotin, any guy would want you," Marron said, taking at drink. "Trunks is just blinded by paperwork. He'll come around."

Gotin looked down at her cup. "I don't think so." She stopped Marron before the girl could argue. "We've known each other since forever. I know he's not interested in me." The words hurt to say. She could just imagine what kind of girls Trunks wanted; an heiress to some corporation that would make tons of money. The girl would be some spoiled brat with giant boobs and a slender frame, more like a model. She had seen some of the girls that Trunks had dated over the years. Gotin had never dated anyone. She always kept her options open just in case Trunks asked. But that day would never come. Trunks would never see her as anything but a friend… she shook as a new thought pierced her. What if they weren't even friends anymore? She wasn't one of those high society chicks. Gotin chugged her tea as she let her tears fall down her face. "It's finished, Marron. From now on, I'll forget about him." He told her to grow up…she could do that.

The blonde sighed. "If that's what you really want, Gotin, I won't stop you." She could see the pain on her friend's face. It would take a while, but with time, Gotin could move on or better yet Trunks would just take a hint. But looking at her friend, Marron knew that Trunks had just run out of time.

6 months later…

Trunks woke up early. He had a lot planned for today. He already knew what was awaiting him downstairs. It was his birthday after all. He was finally 21. He looked up at his calendar. This would go the same as it did every year. He would go downstairs and there would be the usual cake and presents. He had taken off work for the day. Gotin was always there on his birthday. They had a tradition of playing video games till their fingers bled. She would probably chastise him for having a messy room. With all of his work, he really didn't have time.

It was then that Trunks realized that he hadn't see Gotin in a long time. He couldn't even remember the last time he had seen her. She was coming by his work every day for a while. He wondered why that was, then shuffled that thought away. Gotin probably got herself a job and was as busy as he was. He laughed at that idea. It just seemed like a strange concept to him. Gotin was too much like her father.

But then again, why did she disappear off the face of the planet? He figured that he would ask her when he saw her downstairs. The only time that Gotin ever got up early was on his birthday.

Trunks turned the calendar page to the next month. Gotin's birthday was on a Saturday. He would have to remember to take that day off from work. They had some catching up to do.

After he got dressed, he headed downstairs. Trunks found the cake and his presents quickly. There wasn't much, a drawing from his sister, a new set of armor from his father for their training sessions, a set of keys that had to be from his mother. Trunks bet there was a new car sitting out front.

"So, you got up on time," Bra said. His sister was only 6, but she was definitely his father's mini me. "Are you going to work now?" She crossed her arms in a way that would have made Vegeta proud.

"No, Gotin's coming over for video games," Trunks said, watching Bra frown. He walked up and ruffled her hair. "It's a tradition."

"What about Maria?" Bra asked.

Trunks sighed. "She was too annoying." His sister was referring to his date with some banker's daughter. "Her voice was really high pitched."

"Jennifer?" Bra asked.

"Too twitchy," Trunks answered.

"Elizabeth?" Bra inquired.

"Too snobby," Trunks began to walk to the kitchen, but Bra followed.

"Diane?"

"Too wimpy."

"Carmen?"

"Too bossy."

"Marsha?"

"Too girly."

"Stephanie?"

"Too crazy."

"Gotin?"

Trunks stopped and looked at his sister. "Why did you bring up Gotin?" They were just friends, nothing more. Maybe Bra just got it wrong.

"Because you broke up," Bra said, looking sad. "That's got to be why she doesn't come over anymore."

"Bra, Gotin was never my girlfriend," Trunks began.

"But in high school, she was always around you," Bra said. "Then you started going after these annoying girls and she disappears."

Trunks shook his head. "That has nothing to do with it. You'll see her soon. Gotin knows when to get here."

"Have you talked to her?" Bra asked, putting her hands on her hips.

He chuckled, ruffling her hair again before grabbing a bowl from the cabinet. His grandparents were on holiday, so he expected to have cereal. "She knows. As I said, Bra, it's a tradition."

His sister rolled her eyes before running off. He laughed to himself as he finished his breakfast, staring at the clock every two to three minutes. He sat there for a while, waiting for her to show up.

At 9am, Trunks stood up from the table. It probably wouldn't hurt to turn the TV on. He moved into the living room and grabbed the remote, then waited.

An hour later, he turned on the game system. He sat there in silence once more. He tapped his fingers against the couch more than once. He picked up the remote and began to play with the menu so that he could distract himself before she showed up.

2 hours passed and he still heard nothing. Trunks was starting to get pissed. He couldn't believe it. Gotin had forgotten their most sacred tradition. He growled as he walked upstairs. In a rage, he changed his clothes and stormed out of his room, only to pass his father on the stairs.

"I didn't expect you to be off of the couch today." Vegeta gave him a puzzled look.

"Gotin forgot." Trunks spat. He was going to find her and give her a piece of his mind.

Vegeta pondered that idea. "I haven't seen her lately. Did you two get in an argument or something?" He had watched Kakarot's daughter as she hung out with his son over the years. Gotin was always doing everything she could for Trunks, even going along with his son's pranks back in the day.

"I don't think so." Trunks tried to think back to the last time he spoke with Gotin, but he just couldn't remember. He knew that she had shown up at his work…she had wanted him to leave work for a little while, but he was busy. Was she still mad about that? "I'm going to go see what's going on, though."

Vegeta gave his son a nod. "I bet that Kakarot will let you two use their television." His father walked off and Trunks smiled. Maybe that's what Gotin wanted all along.

Trunks ran outside then flew off. He had taken this route so many times that he didn't even have to look to know where he was going. They ran between his house and hers, sometimes in the middle of the night when they were teenagers. He felt a twinge of nostalgia as he thought of some of the pranks they used to pull. She was always up for anything he wanted to do.

Trunks dropped down in front of the Son residence, then headed for the door. He knocked a couple of times, only for Goku to open the door. Trunks was going to say hello, but the stare he was given looked like it could kill. "Goku?" Trunks questioned as the man sighed.

"I haven't seen you in a while, Trunks." Goku's eyes didn't soften at all. It was like the man was on high alert.

"I've been working," Trunks answered. "I came to talk to Gotin." Goku motioned for him to come in, which Trunks did. The heir to Capsule Corp stopped when he found Gohan behind Goku, he was pacing and from the look of it, he was pissed. "Are you okay, Gohan?"

Gohan didn't answer, he just kept pacing while muttering something to himself. Trunks sighed. What was with them? It felt like someone had died or something.

Trunks walked into the living room, only to stare at some strange man on the couch. The strange man looked around his age, with dark green curly hair. His magenta eyes found Trunks and the man chuckled. "So, you've come to stare at my greatness?"

"Who the hell are you?" Trunks already didn't like this guy, whoever he was.

"Why, I'm the greatest hunter in the world. I'm a household name, I am," the stranger said.

"Then why are you in this house?" Trunks snapped. He wanted nothing more than to snap this man's head off. He was starting to see why Goku and Gohan were on edge.

"Why not? It's not the best, my house is better than this dump, but I just had to grace them with my presence," the strange man informed him, putting his feet on Chichi's prized coffee table.

Trunks kicked it out from under his feet. He snarled, pouncing on the bastard. Just as he was about to get in a hit, his was stopped. But it wasn't the stranger. His eyes fell on what had to be the most beautiful girl in existence. Her black hair was done in a ponytail. Her black eyes were shining fiercely at him. Even her tight shirt was to his liking; her curves were nice to look at and framed her breasts perfectly. It was like he had found his perfect angel.

"Trunks? Why are you here?" She spoke and Trunks froze in place. He couldn't believe it. This was…unexpected.

"Gotin?" His eyes wouldn't stop roaming. When had this happened? His heartbeat picked up as he began to sweat.

She turned red. "Oh…I forgot that you haven't seen me in a while." She had changed her style after she gave up on Trunks. She swore that she could feel his eyes on her, examining her in a way that was more than friendly, but she pushed that thought away quickly. Trunks didn't see her that way. Besides, she got over him months ago.

"How have you been?" Trunks asked, feeling really awkward all of a sudden. Where was all of this coming from? Did this mean that he liked Gotin from the beginning?

"It's been hit and miss," Gotin began as the man on the couch coughed to get her attention.

"We're having a conversation, Asshole," Trunks growled, then turned back to Gotin. "Why is this bastard even here?"

Suddenly, Trunks's stomach twisted in knots as Gotin spoke. Everything went cold as his heart stopped in place. If his body was made of glass, it would have shattered into a million pieces.

"His name is Patrick…He's my fiancé."

To Be Continued…

This was a present to my beta reader, Pika Trebond. She already has the entire story and we decided to post it. It will update every Monday.