~~~~~~Goten's Pov~~~~~~
Hospitals are so boring. Especially when you can't even do anything. To make matters worse, I have to meet Bulma's son. I know, I should be happy that someone is coming to visit me. But I'm not. He's not even here for me. He's here for his community service. I don't want to meet some stuck up...prince! I hear a knock. "Mind if I come in?" Oh, at least he's has manners. "Of course you don't." The smirk in evident in his voice. Asshole! You could at least be nice to me. I'm in a coma. He walks over to the chair on my left. He sits down and props his feet on my bed. Um excuse me. What the hell do you think you're doing?! The sound of a page turning can be heard. Is he...he is...he's reading. He's reading when he supposed to be talking to me. What the actual hell. Dude. You're supposed to be talking to me, not reading some book. Pssh, I'm surprised he actually can read. From what Bulma has told me about him, he's some muscle head jock. Jocks are not supposed to read. They're supposed to crack skulls and shove nerds like me in a locker. Okay, so maybe that's a little stereotypical, but it's true! I wish I knew what he was reading... It's probably a car magazine. I laugh inwardly as I imagine a greaser sitting in the chair with his feet on my bed. I imagine him putting down his magazine and taking out a comb. Brushing his hair back, and then doing the signature snap and point move.
I shake the thoughts from my mind as I hear the boy speak again. "Have you ever read this book?" His voice is soft and velvety. Oh, so it is a book. "It's called The Culling" He speaks again. He starts explaining the story to me in great detail. His soothing voice was hypnotizing. I could get used to this. The more he talks the more sleepy I start to feel eventually I dose off.
I wake up after a while. Trunks is asleep. The sounds of soft snores fill the room. It's kind of cute. Maybe he isn't so bad after all. Trunks starts to wake up. "Mmm." He moans groggily. "Sorry. I fell asleep." He apologizes. "You know, I never introduced myself. Of course, my mom probably told you all about me." Well, my name's Trunks. I'm 15." He's only a year older than me. "I like to read. Mostly comics." No way. No fucking way. He actually like comics? Maybe we have more in common than I know. "I like the color blue, and my favorite movie is...wait for it...Titanic. I cry every time I watch it." This is too hilarious! Inside in laughing my ass off. "I know, hilarious right?" What can he read my mind too?
"I have to go. Sorry I was an ass before. I have this thing where I must act like the most sarcastic asshole to ever live." Hey don't worry about it dude me too. "I'll be looking forward to seeing you again." Yeah...me too. Okay, so maybe I misjudged him. He walks out the door, leaving me alone again, with this weird feeling in my stomach.
"So how'd you like my son?" Bulma says the next day. He's pretty nice actually. "He's an asshole I know. But once you get to know him, he can be very sweet." He's interesting. I smile inwardly. My day with Trunks was different. He acted like an ass at first, but then something changed. His voice got softer, and sweeter. He told me a secret that nobody else knew. At least I don't think anyone else knew. And he left me with a funny feeling in my stomach.
"He'll be coming again Monday after school." Bulma says sweetly. Great, I'll have to wait three days to see him again. I have to wait three days to figure out more about this Trunks Briefs.