Blue Velvet

Blue Velvet

Chapter 2 – Back to Amethyst

Disclaimer:  I don't own anything DragonBall, unfortunately, and I don't claim anything.  Anything else mentioned, that's not mine, belongs to it's respective owner.  The characters Kiye and Laanah are mine, and the club Amethyst is my own creation.  Any similarities with other clubs are purely coincidental. 

It had been about two weeks since Trunks and Krillin went to Club Amethyst.  Trunks had been training hard and hadn't really thought about going back.  It didn't seem to be much of an issue.  Krillin, however, was burning to go back.  But he didn't say anything, since everyone seemed to be concentrated on training.  After a while, though, he couldn't take it anymore.

He casually strolled into Capsule Corp. and walked over to Bulma.  She didn't look up from what she was doing.  "Hey, Bulma, what's up?"  She finally looked up at him and started to answer, but was cut off.  "That's great, hey you wanna go clubbing tonight???"

"Hmph!  Are you kidding?" she said, looking back down at what she was doing.

"Well, no, actually…"

"Well, sorry.  But I've got way too much work to do to be going to some stupi-,"

"I'll go with you."

*thud*

"Trunks???" Bulma looked at her son as if he was ill.  She put down what she was working on and walked over to examine his forehead.  He dodged her hand and walked up to Krillin.

"We haven't been in a while and I wouldn't mind going back," he shrugged off their questioning glances.  They're looking at me like I'm on something.  It's just a club.

Krillin quickly dismissed the attitude of surprise, replacing it with excitement.  "Alright!!  I'll be over at 8:30!"  Krillin waved as he ran out the door.

Bulma was still staring at her son.  "Trunks?"

"I'm gonna go train a little more.  Bye!"

-6:30-

Krillin barged into Capsule Corp asking for Trunks.  "Oi!  Where is he!?"

Bulma gave him a funny look.  "Well, Krillin.  You said you were going to pick him up at 8:30."

Krillin gave her a look that seemed to say 'and your point is…'

"He decided to go train before you guys went to the club," she said simply.

"What!?!?"  Krillin was about to go into hysterics when Trunks walked in.  He was covered in sweat and stunk to high heaven.  "What is your problem!??"

"Ummmm.  Well, I just felt like training a little before we went."

"We're going to a club!!  You're all sweaty!!  That's bad!!"

*sweatdrop* "I was going to take a shower, you know," he said looking at Krillin like he was insane.  He then started walking towards his room.  Krillin followed him partially down the hallway, taking deep breaths to calm himself down.

"Okay.  You take a shower, then we'll talk."  Trunks nodded and Krillin headed to the family room to watch some T.V. while he waited.

Fifteen minutes later Trunks walked into the family room wearing his usual outfit.  Krillin didn't even look up.  "And that's exactly why I came early."

Trunks was clueless.  He just stood in the middle of the room looking around confused.  "Ummm……okay…"

"We…are going to get you some new clothes," Krillin declared, standing up and walking to the door.  Trunks followed him slowly.  He knew there would be no point in arguing, so he just sighed.  He really did hate shopping.

-at the mall-

            Krillin was speed walking through the massive complex of people.  Trunks could barely keep up with him and was getting very tired of going from store to store, trying on this and that, just to find out that none of it looked good on him.  Not to mention the noise.  One could barely hear themself think, let alone hear what store someone is telling you to go to next. 

            Krillin started to lead Trunks into another store.  Trunks sighed, "Alright, Krillin.  This is the last one.  No more after this.  Got it?"

            "Yeah.  I can feel it man, this is the store," Krillin said with too much confidence.  Trunks didn't even pay the last comment any attention, since that's what he had said about the last five stores.

            "Whatever."

            Krillin gasped and walked over to a large rack of shirts.  Trunks followed him very slowly, nearly dragging his feet.  Krillin was standing there holding up a black leather jacket.  He had a look of pure joy on his face.  Trunks snatched it out of his hand and tried it on over his clothes right there.  Krillin just looked at him. 

            "It fits.  It looks good.  Next."  Trunks just wanted to get it over with.

            "Okay."  Krillin wandered off somewhere getting lost in the clothing racks.  At first Trunks just stood there wondering what to do.  Then he started to look for clothes for himself.  It'll take him forever to find something.  If I find something before he gets back, I'm paying and leaving.

            He ended up holding a navy blue tank top with 'dauntless' across the front in gold Japanese symbols and navy blue pants.  He didn't even bother looking for shoes, because he really didn't care if anyone was looking at his feet.  Since he didn't see Krillin anywhere, he just made his way to the checkout counter.  He was almost there when he saw Krillin, still browsing, with his arms full of clothes for himself.  He rolled his eyes and went to the checkout.

            Krillin had spotted Trunks and walked over to the checkout.

            "Heh heh.  I'm glad you found something," Krillin said with a cool smile.

            "Whatever.  Let's pay and go."

            "Alright."  They paid for their clothes and went home.

            After Krillin dropped Trunks off at Capsule Corp, he headed home to get a shower and change into his new attire.

            Trunks didn't need to take another shower, so after he dressed, he waited rather impatiently for his friend to pick him up so they could go.  He had gone through hell that day and he wanted to get something out of it.  He looked down at his shoes.  Maybe I should've gotten some new shoes for this outfit.  Ah, well.

*ding dong*

            "Finally," Trunks quickly walked to the door, waiving goodbye to Bulma on the way.

            "Hey man.  Ya' ready?" Krillin asked as Trunks opened the door. 

            "What do you think?" he said as he passed Krillin and got into the car.

            Krillin hopped into the driver's seat and they were off to Club Amethyst.

-at Amethyst-

          "Kiye…I don't feel like being here.  Do we have to stay any longer?" Laanah whined.  They had had a huge party the night before and Laanah was so tired that she could barely stand straight.  Interestingly, Kiye didn't seem tired at all.  She was singing fine, and didn't have a problem standing at all.  She had a break and came down to talk to Laanah.

            "Laanah, don't whine.  It's annoying," Kiye said without looking at her.  She was fiddling with some paper in her hands.  "What's the big deal?  We're always here at this time."

            Laanah tugged at her hair.  She really wanted to go home, and Kiye was over here making some strange paper art.  Some very strange paper art.  "Kiye, what the heck are you doing?"

            "Paper art," she said simply as she lifted up the finished product.  She had shaped the piece of paper into a very nice looking sword.

            Laanah gave her a funny look.  "Where did you get that paper from?" she said eyeing the small paper with something scribbled on it.

            "Oh, some guy gave me his phone number.  I had no use for it, so I made something productive out of it," Kiye said with a shrug.  She looked up at the stage as the other singers left.  "Anyway, I'm staying.  You're staying.  So go do something."

            "You're so mean," Laanah gave a fake pout and walked off into the crowd.  Kiye just sighed and slowly returned to the stage.  She actually didn't want to be there either, and she could've left.  But she stayed anyway.