Liar
Bulma sat at the kitchen table reading the morning newspaper and sipping coffee. Trunks had just stirred and was making his way down the stairs. "Good morning, mom!" he said cheerfully as he strolled into the kitchen. ""Hey, sleepyhead! How are ya'?" she asked with a smile. "I'm fine, really disappointed, though." He said remembering yesterday's disappointment. "It's alright. He'll slip up and lead you right to him. I just hope no more lives are taken." She said optimistically. "Yeah…" was all Trunks said as he searched the fridge for food. He took out butter and milk and decided to make himself buttered toast and a glass of milk. "How's your project coming along?" he asked looking back slightly. "Better," Bulma responded. "I finally got the gears to run smoothly and next I'm going to work on the bottom trough." "Sounds pretty good." Trunks said in reply. He knew that building things was his mother's passion, so he often based conversations on that. He poured his glass of milk, but it came up short. "We're gonna need more milk." He said turning to his mother for suggestions. "Oh, sweetie can you run to the store and get some, please? I have a grocery list on the refrigerator of other things to get while you're out." Bulma said pointing to the note. Trunks rolled his eyes at the new chore and grabbed the list. Bulma reached in her pocket took out her wallet, which contained her credit card. She handed her son the credit card and sent him on his way. "I'll be back soon, mom." He yelled from the front door. "I love you, honey!" she yelled back. Trunks flew into the air towards to supermarket.
Faith got out of the shower and began applying moisturizers. She threw on her clothes and did her hair. She walked down the stairs to see what she could make for lunch. As she looked in the fridge, nothing really interested her. "Eating again, already?" a deep voice came from behind her. She turned around with a smile and saw Seventeen standing with his arms folded and a smirk on his face. "Humans usually eat 3 squares a day. Some eat even more than that." She informed. "Well, you're not a normal human, now are you?" he joked. She laughed, but then regained her seriousness. "I think I'm going to go out and buy some things." She said as she closed the refrigerator. "Oh really? Like what?" Seventeen asked, placing his hand on his hip. "Um… more food, maybe some clothes, girly stuff, I don't know. Do you want anything?" she asked, hoping he would actually want something. "Not really." He said. He wasn't as needy as human were. "Would you like to come along?" she asked grinning. He scoffed at her suggestion. "What, you want me to carry your bags for you? Or wait outside like some sort of bouncer?" he remembered how his sister used to make him wait outside while she shopped for hours. "No, I actually wanted you to come inside and see if there was anything you'd be interested in." she said honestly. "Plus, your company's not that bad, either." She smiled heartily. Seventeen couldn't help but smile back. "Alright, fine. But don't have me waiting in there for hours!" he warned. "Sure, sure… it'll be in and out." She agreed and they hopped into the car that had driven them to the house the first time and sped towards the supermarket.
"There's a new store I want to try out. It opened about a month ago and they are having a super sale on everything." Faith said as they sped through the air in the hover car. "Oh," Seventeen responded as he drove. He didn't really care about that stuff since he wasn't really a shopper or anything. He didn't even expect to pay any money, either. He was most likely going to blow the place to smithereens once she was finished shopping. That was his way of saying, "Seventeen was here". He grinned at his thought. "I think it's about 35 miles away from here, though." She added in. "Really? What direction?" Seventeen wanted to know since he was driving, afterall. "I think it's to the east. It's 8 blocks away from a huge building called Capsule Corporation." Faith said, racking her memory. Capsule Corporation…Residence of Dr. Briefs, Vegeta, Bulma Briefs and Trunks Briefs. Seventeen's programming read through files. "Capsule Corporation, eh?" he said with an evil grin crossing his face. "Yeah, do you know where that is?" Faith asked smiling, thinking he could find a quicker way there. "Yeah, I know exactly where it is. I think I'll have to pay it a visit one day. But for now, lets go shopping." He said knowing his plans exactly. Faith thought it was strange that he said that but paid little attention to it as they neared the huge shopping store.
They parked in the large parking lot that was full of cars, all of which Seventeen looked at, scoping out his next ride. They walked inside and noticed how crowded it was. Seventeen was fighting back the urge to depopulate the place, but knew that would only sabotage what Faith was trying to do. Faith turned around and looked at him. "Hey, you go and find whatever you want, and I'll meet up with you by the register, okay?" she directed. The idea sounded good to him, so he nodded and they both took off in opposite directions. Good, at least I don't have to follow her around like some kind of boyfriend or something. He walked towards an isle where a man who worked at the market was on a ladder stocking up the top shelf. The man seemed to be struggling to get the second to last item on the shelf and tried to boost himself up on his tip-toes. The ladder wobbled a bit, and the man struggled to keep his balance. He decided to try again and repeated the whole routine. Seventeen watched the poor man and decided to walk over. As he neared the wobbling ladder, he decided to give it a little push with his finger. In result, the ladder slowly made an "L" shape towards the ground and the man gave a yelp before impact hit. He groaned in pain as he lay disoriented on the ground. Blood began to seep from his head. Seventeen snickered and kept walking.
Faith grabbed a cart and began swiftly moving around the produce section grabbing all that she thought she would need. She then moved on to the canned food section and filled a portion of the cart with those items. She moved on to the pasta, then snacks, then pastries, then on to the dairy section. She paid attention to no one around and focused entirely on what her tasks were. This is why she was oblivious to who was across from her grabbing a gallon of milk to put in the shopping basket that was draped across his arm. Trunks looked over at her. Wow, she's beautiful… was his initial thought. But suddenly, it came to him. Hey, that's the girl who saved Seventeen! What is she doing here? I bet she knows where he is! He thought as he walked over to interrogate her. "Hey, you!" he said, and her head snapped towards him. She instantly recognized him and her heart sank into her stomach. "Where's the android? I owe him a PERSONAL gift for what he's done!" he said with murder flowing through his veins. Oh my God, he's going to find him! Faith's mind panicked, but her exterior maintained its cool. "I don't know, I haven't seen him since the last time you saw him." She lied so perfectly. Trunks looked over her face thoroughly, trying to detect any deceit. "Yeah, well thanks to you, that worthless machine has killed another population!" Trunks said with anger building inside of him. "How was I supposed to know? My reason for saving him was because I knew that since his sister was gone, he was in a vulnerable state and would probably be more opt to stop killing. I mean, he has no one influencing him anymore and no one to try to impress. So, that was my logic behind saving him." Faith explained to the best of her abilities. "Well, you were wrong." Trunks said coldly. "I swear, if you're lying to me about knowing where he is…" Trunks said pointing a finger in her face. Faith's heart began beating rapidly. "You have nothing to worry about, so cool it." She said, faking a small smile. He kept his gaze on her as he walked away, and once his mind was finally at ease, he turned away.
Faith hurried and scurried about the store looking for Seventeen. Her heart was thumping in her chest and she broke out into a cold sweat. Seventeen was in the chocolate isle observing how they made sculptures out of chocolate. Suddenly, a cart screeched a turn towards him, and a frantic Faith was panting and clearly shaken up. "That boy… he's here!" she said through her heaving breaths. "Is that right?" Seventeen said as he smirked with a challenge in mind. "No, Seventeen! Seriously, he wants to kill you and I won't be able to stop him this time! Please, just listen to me! We've got to get out of here!" she said, pleading as quietly as she could. Her eyes were desperate and she was full of panic and deep concern. She peeked over the other isle when she heard footsteps coming and saw Trunks making his way around their isle. Faith became hysterical and started to push Seventeen in the opposite direction. "He's coming the other way!" she said panicking. Seventeen cooperated for her sake and they quickly made their way to the front of the store. The front was crowded with people who were either walking around or in line at the register. From the back of the store, it just looked like a huge cluster of people. Faith kept an eye out for Trunks and she saw him coming around to another isle. Being the only two faces he recognized in the store, she knew that they could be seen, even from a distance. Seventeen would have been the most recognizable, especially with that trademark orange bandanna. "Quick, get down!" she said as she grabbed his bandanna and yanked him into a crouching position behind their full cart. They were so close that their faces were almost touching, but Faith was too riled up to pay much attention to it. She looked back to see where Trunks was. He was also keeping an eye out for them, as he didn't entirely trust the girl. He looked towards the front of the market, scanning carefully, and then he turned to the shelf, picked out an item and walked the opposite facing direction. Faith sighed and turned to Seventeen and smiled. "We're good for now." Her words emptied onto his lips, as they were that close. He noticed how much her breath smelled like mint. It was one of the most deliciously fragrant things he's smelled all day besides the food that he cooked.
They slowly stood up and looked around for Trunks but could not find him. He had disappeared to the back of the store near the butcher section. A few minutes later, they were next in line and Faith wasted no time to put all of the items on the sliding mat to get checked by the cashier. The cashier seemed to be doing the job leisurely, and it irked Faith a little. "Not to be rude, but can you pick up the pace? We have somewhere to be in a short amount of time, and there's a ton of people behind me who have somewhere to be, too." The cashier raised an eyebrow at her, feeling disrespected. "Ma'am, you chose the wrong day to be rushing someone, especially since today is the Super Sale and everyone and their grandmother came to shop. You need to wait." The cashier said impatiently. Faith was about to light into the cashier with a barrage of insults when Seventeen leaned over her shoulder and took his gun out of the holster and held it up to the cashier's face. The female cashier shrieked and stepped back a bit. The people in the line gasped and readied themselves to run. "You have two options, missy. You either comply, or get your brain blown to bits in front of all these people." He said in a soft smooth, yet, clear voice. The cashier grabbed the items and hurried to check them, even skipping a few items. Seventeen smiled at a job well done and put his gun away, much to the relief of the people behind him. "Thanks!" Faith said looking back at him. "Eh, it's nothing." He said proud of himself. Their groceries were packed and Faith swiped her debit card to pay for it all. She quickly punched in her pin number and ran off towards the door. Seventeen followed her, carrying the bulk of the bags purchased. The hopped into the car and sped off. They didn't know that Trunks was in the back of that line and saw them speed off from the window. "That f*cking liar!" he said angrily as he stamped his foot.
Woah! DRAMA! lmfao I wonder where this will lead...
