Hey, it's me again. I wrote this as soon as I could just so could have more reviews. Even tough there wasn't many, it was more than what I thought I'd get.
Also *My Thanks* are at the bottom of the page.
Now I don't know what to say about this chapter other than it might not be as you expected. No, sadly there is no lemon or romance. Yet, but I'll get to it.
This chapter isn't really important. I'm just trying to give you some depth about Trunks and how he acts in certain situations. Trunks will be OOC if you think being a man hoe is what he really is. Well he's not.
Until I put in the actual romance the chapters to come will just be about how the gang(Trunks, Goten, Bra and Pan) grow up over the years. I'll try to make only a few chapters of that only because I want you to see them all grow and see why they're all so close.
And the only reason I'm writing the chapters like that is because I don't want this to be another sappy romance fic. I want to make it cute and funny.
Ok, I'll stop now. On with the fic..
Wait For Your Dreams:
Why Me?
By: SiN
Warning: This is an A/U fic. Which means that I might choose to add or take out some of the events that should have taken place and create some of my own to fit my story.
Disclaimer: No I don't own Dragonball/Z/GT Akira Toriyama and *ugh* FUNimation do.
I'm not making any profit off this story. Don't even try to sue. I'm not broke, but if you were to sue me you'd have to sue every other person that's ever posted a DB/Z/GT fic and that would just be plain ridiculous.
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"No-ooo!" Trunks screamed waking up startling the girl who floated over him with an empty cup in her hand. Poor Panny wasn't expecting Trunks to react like that otherwise she wouldn't have...
"What the," Trunks groaned and flopped back down. All the while Pan tried to float away hoping to leave unnoticed.
"What a dream, so real," whispered Trunks. He shivered, just realising how cold he felt and wet, looking down he saw that most of his shirt was wet. He wiped some of the untouched sweat from his forehead as some of it mixed with the water that dripped on his face. He looked near the door and there was Pan.
"Pan," said Trunks upset.
'Uh oh,' thought Pan. Yes, she answered sweetly putting on her innocent look.
"Did you think you could get away with this, he pulled his shirt, young lady?"
"Wait a minute Trunks, I..." Trunks had a dazed look on his face and Pan took this as her cue to leave. Pan dashed out of Trunks room slamming the door behind her.
This startled Trunks. Trunks started to get up. "Why you, get back he..." But he just sat back down.
"Wait. That's what the angel said, but it was just a dream, wasn't it?"
Trunks just dismissed the thought and went to his bathroom, glancing back at the clock on his night stand table 8:00 AM ,grabbing some clean clothes and grumbling something about Pan ruining his dream and ruining his morning.
::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::30 min later...Capsule Corps, kitchen...
"Yes...uh huh... I.. Don't worry I'm sure he's on his way," said Bulma.
Trunks just so happened to walk in the kitchen and was about to grab an apple. Just as he was about to take a bite Bulma yelled, "Trunks why are you still here? It's almost 9:00."
"What are you talking about mom? It's summer vacation, no school." Trunks replied taking a huge bite.
"Trunks have you already forgotten that today is the day you start working at Capsule Corps. as the new Vice President?"
"Huh? Oh no I forgot!!" yelled Trunks spitting out the piece of apple he took a bite of.
Trunks panicked. He forgot mainly because he was thinking about his dream since the moment he awoke. But instead of blaming his dream he blamed..."Pan," said Trunks
"Excuse me," said Bulma, "I don't think now is a time to discuss about Pan."
"What I mean is if you're looking for blame here, blame Pan. It's her fault, that brat."
"What did she do?" Bulma asked leaving the real issue at hand, curious as to what Pan did.
"The brat rudely woke me up by drop..er.. splashing me with ice cold water."
"Well, first of all I told her to wake you up and if you resisted then it was okay to pour some water on you.."
But..." Trunks tried to interrupt, but Bulma silenced him with her hand.
"Second that was over 1/2 an hour ago. What were you doing up until now?" finished Bulma crossing her arms.
Trunks was at a loss for words.
"Well," he said thinking of an escape, "what are you doing here, shouldn't you be at work?" He thought he could make her angry at him enough for her to forget their conversation.
"WHAT DO YOU TAKE ME FOR?" yelled Bulma.
'Yes, it worked!' thought Trunks cheering.
"I am not falling for it Trunks," she spoke calmly. 'Shoot. She didn't take the bait. Oh no here it comes, first of all this and second of all that...'
"First of all I'm here because I'm taking an emergency trip to Los Angela's at 4:00 PM in the afternoon. Second of all I know you're just trying to cover up your embarrassment because you were blaming an innocent six year old child and it was your fault and your fault only that you're late. Which reminds me... GET GOING, NOW!" screamed Bulma
Trunks was so startled by Bulma's sudden tone change that he flew towards the window almost smashing it when Bulma yelled again.
"Trunks you can't fly there and get dressed properly."
Trunks looked at his clothes and cursed. He ran up the stairs and sped down the halls to his room.
::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::20 min later ...
Trunks emerged from his room and ran to the kitchen to say goodbye to his mom.
"Bye mom."
"Took you long enough," replied Bulma. 'Hope this doesn't become a habit,' she thought. Little did she know that being late was only the beginning.
"Sorry, had to make sure I dressed appropriately and still look good enough to melt hearts," said Trunks turning to leave.
"You mean give heart burn after seeing your face and your funny clothes," said Pan sticking out her tongue. Bra who was beside Pan started giggling, Pan followed after her.
"Brat's right," said Vegeta walking in. "That is no way for a Saiyan to dress, hmph, let alone a Saiyan Prince."
"What would you guys know," mumbled Trunks
"What was that," said Vegeta lifting one eyebrow and looking directly at Trunks.
Trunks just quickly said nothing and ran almost again forgetting he was late for his first day of work.
:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: 2:00 PM...Capsule Corps. Main Building...
"Oh, he's so-ooo dreamy," sighed one girl
"Wow what a cute but! Oh my God, he's looking at me," said another
"No he isn't, he's looking at me-eeee," cried another girl.
Soon more girls gathered to see a very embarrassed Trunks walking down the halls.
"Well Mr. Briefs it seems you'll be very popular with the ladies," said a middle aged man walking beside Trunks.
"Of course he'd be popular, he takes after his mother. Haven't you seen the way the men still gawk at her when she comes," said the other man, that was a little younger standing beside him.
Trunks just starred at the two men beside him. "You know I wouldn't say that if I were you. My dad has great hearing and if you talk about my mom like that near him. Trunks paused picturing a very pissed off Vegeta. He'd kill you."
The older man paled remembering who Mrs. Briefs husband is.
"What's the matter with Butch?" said the younger man.
"Haven't you met Mr. Vegeta?"
"No?"
" Mike you've got no idea how scary he is, no offence Mr. Briefs," said the older man.
"None taken. I know my dad and scary doesn't come close."
"Uh, ok" said Mike looking confused.
"Well Mr. Briefs here is your new secretary Mrs. Haruna," said Butch while they approached a very attractive woman.
"Hello Mr. Briefs I was assigned as your secretary. I'm sure it'll be a pleasure working you," said the woman approaching the three men.
"Well now that you've met Mrs. Haruna I'm sure she'll guide you to your new office Vice President Trunks," said Mike.
"Why not the office I used before?" Trunks asked.
Mike answered, "Your mother said that office wasn't good enough for our new Vice President."
"She said that?"
"More or less," said Butch shrugging.
"Don't tell me she out did herself over an office."
"Only the best for you sir," said Mrs. Haruna.
"Well we better be off, I'm sure you'd like to get to work," said Butch leaving with Mike.
"What are you talking about? Poor kid," said Mike.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
Trunks could still hear them arguing as he left. 'Yeah I agree with ya. Poor me.' thought Trunks as he to left with Mrs. Haruna.
:::::::::::::::::::::::::10 min later ...Capsule Corps... Trunks new office...
"Here are some more papers for you to sign," said Trunks' new secretary.
She placed it on his desk, bending over for no other reason than to show some cleavage.
"Uh, thanks Mrs...Mrs..," stuttered Trunks a little uncomfortable, because she still was leaning on his desk and he couldn't remember her name.
"Mrs.Haruna. Your welcome boss. Anytime. Anytime you need me for anything I'll just be outside your door waiting for you," she said leaning in for a kiss, but instead she...
......... She looked strange, Mrs. Haruna, she had a deep voice, she had a tight look to her face, looked a little built ,and she was fairly tall for a woman. Trunks was lost in thought till he felt something wet move up his cheek.
"Huh.. Ahh!" Trunks fell back surprised to say the least when he felt his secretary move her tongue up his left cheek.
She got of his desk carefully, making sure some of his papers fell off . She bent down to pick them up giving Trunks a good view of her rear while he was still on the floor from shock.
"Ooh, silly me," she said placing the crumpled papers back on his desk. "I'm such a clutz."
Trunks finally decided that he should get up and get her out, when she started moving towards him again. She bent down her head letting Trunks see the obvious lust in them.
"You know Mr. Briefs you seem very tense maybe I could give you a mass..."
"No!" he screamed. "No, it's okay, besides got all that work to do. I'm pretty sure you have enough work as well, a lot of people could have called. Maybe you should go and check," Trunks said as calmly as he could.
"Are you sure? A quick rub-down couldn't hurt. Here just let me." She reached for his shirt.
But before she could do anymore harm to Trunks he pushed her away as nicely as he could trying not to offend her. "No, it's okay really." He pushed her out the door.
"Oh, but if you need anyt..."
SLAM!
"Finally, she's gone," sighed a relived Trunks. He slowly made his way to his desk, picked up his black Italian leathered chair, that his mother bought, and sat down on it and sighed.
'What a day. Dende, why did this day turn out so complicating? At least my secretary wont bother me for a while, oh man I forgot her name, already. Mrs. Hatuna , Hakuna, ugh I'll just ask her later.'
:::::::::::::::::4:00 PM Still Trunks' office...
The door opened and there sure enough was his secretary standing there.
"Uh yes Mrs.... um I'm sorry I forgot your name."
"Ms. Haruna."
"Ms? I thought you said Mrs. before," said Trunks confused.
She then................................
"Like I said it's Ms. Haruna." She winked.
"Ok........said Trunks Ms. Haruna why are you here?"
"Your mother called to tell you she just left and then theres some guy named Goten on line one."
"Thank you, but you could have just buzzed."
"I 'd rather buzz you in person," she said huskily. "Remember line one." She winked, then left and closed the door.
"My first day and already my secretary Ms. Haruna is trying to seduce me. Jeez, I wonder if this is how all the females here are gonna treat me?" Trunks slouched in his chair.
Little did he know.
Trunks sighed and glanced at the phone. He sat back up. "Oh yeah! I forgot about Goten!
Hello."
"Bout time you picked up. I thought you forgot about me."
"Sorry, just have a lot on my mind," said Trunks pushing back some loose strands of hair.
"Tell me about it," said Goten.
"Why don't you come over here and I'll tell you. Maybe Ms. Haruna will leave me alone if I have a guest."
"Who's that some obsessed fan," replied Goten.
"Yeah, who just also happen to be my secretary."
"Whoa, I see. So do you think it's safe enough for me to come. Your secretary wont try and seduce me, right?"
"Goten ,shut up. But if you want a 35 year old woman to seduce you keep me out of it." Trunks cringed.
"She's 35? Whatever. Sorry if I take long getting there you're gonna have to wait a while, I' m not exactly ready."
"Ok." Click.
Trunks put down his phone. 'Wait. His mind once again started to drift off. He was thinking about his angel. *She wants me to wait. But can I? So many beautiful women throw themselves at my feet? Can I honestly keep my word?'
He leaned back in his chair. 'Ugh!! What the hell am I talking about it was just a dream. Just a dream.' He starred at his window.
'Why me?'
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So-ooooo. What do you think? Will Trunks forget about his dream and indulge himself with the many women who want him?
What about Goten? Think he has a chance with a 35 year old woman. *snickers* Why am I snickering? You'll see.
And if you didn't get the part *She then..........* Don't worry Trunks will explain. What, did you think I didn't know what I was writing. Oh, but I do.
Also in the next chapter: Pan and Bra start coming in to play. You'll see more of them, and of Ms. Haruna. *more snickers*
*My Thanks*
...............This doesn't concern you unless you reviewed my first chapter (no offence) But you can read if you want.
I just wanted to say thank you to the person ^_^ who gave me my first review. That really touched me. If you review again put your name please, I wanna know who you are. And I'll try not to put too much angst, but I'm warning there might be some. Doesn't it make it worth it in the end though if *coughs* they're happy?
Also I want to thank ~*Bee*~ , Caitie, the person who is *hey* , K-chan, and Dreamer for reviewing as well.
I'm sorry if I didn't mention your name if you reviewed. Probably because you reviewed after I put this chapter up.
I'm not trying to show off cause, I'm gonna write *My Thanks* at the bottom of all my chapters only because I want to show my appreciation and gratitude to all who review.
SiNcerely Yours,
SiN.