ff: Bells & Whistles
Bells & Whistles
"Future"
The wedding was like a fairy tale.
Trunks made sure that this one was obviously out of love. It was
what my grandmother and his mother had envisioned. He wanted the
world to know that this one was of his heart's choice, not some
convenience for business purposes. He had even invited those pesky
reporters if only to prove that our wedding was the real McCoy.
This time I was the bride in white, but even still, those tears
formed in my eyes but for an entirely different reason. Bra looked
at me and smirked that all too common Vegeta smirk. She knew.
This time, these were tears of love and happiness, not those tears
of longing and sorrow.
For some reason our honeymoon
paled to what we had done that one night we tore up my room. But
it was good nonetheless. We were finally allowed to show our love
for each other without strange eyes upon us scrutinizing us because
of our age difference or some other reason unknown to us. Actually
we still got strange eyes, but that was more because of Trunks
being his goofy self. It was hard for people to grasp the fact
that one minute he was a serious, skilled corporate president/CEO
and the next minute he was a goofy, foolish boy who loved to play.
I'd never ask him to lose those endearing traits. My father said
he may be schizophrenic, but I don't think so. I just think my
dad's jealous because Trunks figured out how to master the skill
of being an adult and kid at the same time. It's something my
father never found or could scientifically explain. I told him
it's like when he was a warrior and student at the same time,
but to him, it wasn't the same. He said the scholar in him always
won. I'd comfort him and tell him that the odds were against him
anyway. He had two women molding his future...his mom and his
wife. No male can win against those odds. Vegeta suffered the
same fate. His mate and his daughter turned the mighty prince
of saiyans into a loving father and earthling. An earthling with
saiyan pride, he'd say, but c'mon, how far will that go? He's
succumbed to the power of the human female too.
And now I have my Trunks. He's
all mine. Of course I have to pass threatening glares to all those
women who still stare and google over him. His company fan club
still exists though they tred carefully when I'm in the building.
In a way it's a positive thing. He's mine. They can stare and
drool all they want, but he's my catch. He doesn't even look at
other females with interest. He's very shy around them now, moreso
than he was. I guess I have that 'power' that the other females
with saiyan mates have.
I'm no longer a financial assistant
in Satan City. I'm now the Senior Vice President of Capsule Corporation.
Trunks technically calls me co-president, but he's just saying
that because he doesn't want me to feel like I'm under him. In
essence I'm glad I am. He's been trained to run this company all
his life. I haven't. Capsule Corporation rebounded (as did the
Briefs fortune) once we married. Upon returning to work after
our honeymoon, Trunks was quick to jockey the stock market and
acquire enough shares to initiate a hostile takeover of his ex-wife's
company. Take that bitch! Sorry, I couldn't resist. Anyway, Trunks,
being the gentleman that he is, didn't release anyone from that
company including his ex. They are merely overseen by Capsule
Corporation. In fact, I'm the head overseer of that. Excuse my
snickering please.
Trunks was right when he asked
me about that time of the month and said "oops." Oops
is right. I was indeed pregnant from that night. But that was
a given. Thanks to Trunks' medical exams during those months he
and his ex were trying to have a child, it was found that he had
the highest sperm count ever taken at that hospital. It happens
to be the largest hospital on this planet too so that says something.
I'm due to have a little boy. Bulma can rest easy. An heir is
about to be born just a few short months from now. Trunks is a
bit worried. He said being a daddy and running a company are two
very different things. I hope so. I'd hate to see him initiate
a hostile takeover of the dinner table. I assurred him that he'll
do fine. He has all the right traits for being a great father.
He just needs to act normal. Oh wait, is there a normal for him?
Okay, now I'm nervous. Just kidding. We'll both do fine. And I'm
never going to tell my father about that night before the wedding.The
night my son was conceived. He'd pummel Trunks. I told my mother
though. She let me in on a little secret. She and my dad did a
very similar thing before their wedding night. In fact, I was
conceived that night. Like father, like daughter eh? Okay, maybe
I will tell dad. He has no argument against it now that I know
that. Thanks mom!
I recently had a sonogram done.
The little tike within me is, like his daddy, hung like a horse.
Trunks gleamed with masculine pride when the doc said that. The
child will also sport a tail. Trunks and I have decided it will
remain. We haven't decided on a name yet, but Trunks seems fixed
on Dante. He said, the tike was produced from the passionate inferno
we had created that night in my room and that the events that
led up to us getting together were a hell in their own right.
I really don't want my child knowing that's how he was conceived,
got his name, and that his daddy proposed to me while we were
both naked and that all of it was on tape.The poor lad would end
up sexually wounded before he even hit puberty.
So that's how "I got my man."
I knew if I put it into writing that it would sound like a movie
or something. Now that I look back and reread it, it is definite
movie material. Nah, Trunks wouldn't go for it. He would want
us to play "us." He would say nobody is as perfect as
ourselves. His pride is still there afterall.
END. Fade to black.
Pan Son-Briefs