Thanks for all the great reviews, guys! This chapter is rated PG for some content.
A week later . . .
"Mr., Briefs, call on line five," his secretary's voice echoed from his phone.
"Who is it?!" He snapped with great annoyance.
"Marron," she said nasally.
"Oh, put her on!" He replied excitedly.
"Hey Trunks! How's it goin'?" She cheerfully greeted.
"It's rough, but it's gotten better since you called."
"Oh stop! Listen, Papa and I wanna know if you'll be up for a spar tonight. We've even talked
my mother into sparring!!"
"You talked Juuhachi into doing something besides complaining?!"
"Unbelievable, isn't it?"
"Well then, that's settled. A spar it is. I'll get out of her early tonight and see you at
home at six."
"Okay! Don't be late!!!"
"I won't Marron-chan. Later!" He hung up the phone, musing on the past week's events. He had
stayed with Krillin's family at Kame House ever since he flew Marron home. It was the best week
of his life! He wasn't as stressed about work; he felt like he was wanted; and he felt like he
belonged--- even if it wasn't his family! He was brought from his daydreaming by the sound of
his mother yelling, "Trunks Briefs!!! Are you listening to me!?!?!"
Marron hung up the phone and sighed. She too was experiencing the best week of her life.
Trunks had really livened things up around Kame House. He and her father talked about fighting
Majin Buu while her mother sat there and gave them both a stone glare. Her mother was certainly
a funny one. She didn't seem to like Trunks much, but then again, he was the son of Vegeta.
Picking up her pen, she began to write the opening of her new novel. The main character was a
warrior with a heart of gold. She had tried to base him upon her father, but she couldn't
imagine her heroine having sex with her father. For that matter, she couldn't imagine anyone
having sex with her father!!! She sighed again and began to daydream about Trunks. A light
bulb went off in her as she thought of the demi-Saiyan.
"Hey! That's a great idea!!! I'll base Yurasu (*yurasu means rock in Japanese) upon Trunks.
And what a lucky break, my muse lives with me!" She giggled a bit too loudly for her mother's
sensitive android ears.
"Krillin!" Juuhachi bellowed.
"Yes, dear," he answered.
"Trunks has been here long enough. Don't you think it's time he went home?"
"Juu, Trunks has only been here for a week. Let the boy stay for awhile. He feels at home
here. Is it the Marron thing?"
"No, he uses all my shampoo. Of course it's the Marron thing!!! I just heard her giggling
about him!!!"
"I don't understand why you're so upset over this. You didn't mind when she dated Goten a
little while ago."
"Goten is the son of your best friend. Trunks is the son of Vegeta!"
"So?"
"You know, Vegeta, the one who allowed Cell to absorb me!?"
Krillin threw up his hands in protest. He had no idea that his wife was still harboring that
resentment. Sure, Vegeta should not have allowed Cell to absorb her, but if he hadn't; she and
Krillin might not have fallen in love. He stormed off in a fit of anger which surprised
Juuhachi. 'What's his deal?' She thought.
"Gomen, Kassan, I'm sorry that I didn't hear you come in," Trunks tried apologizing to his
furious mother.
"You didn't hear me come in, or my talking to you for the last five minutes!!! Really, for
someone who is a demi-Saiyan, you sure don't have the senses for it!" Bulma fumed as she
placed her hands upon her hips.
"Gomen nasai, Okassan. What can I do for you?" He said with big puppy dog eyes-- the eyes
that made Bulma's heart melt.
"Well, for starters, you can tell me where you're sleeping at night."
"Nani?!?"
"Trunks, I know that you've not be staying here anymore. I came in last night to bring you some
food, and your stuff was gone."
"I'd rather not say where I'm staying," he said softly as he looked down at his belt buckle.
"Oh, really? Trunks, do you finally have a girlfriend!?" Bulma asked excitedly, almost giddy.
"No, it's nothing like that."
"Now, Trunks! Don't be shy. You're a very handsome, young man. Any girl would die to catch
you as her own! Wait 'til I tell your father! He's been cursing to Dende for some
grandchildren and heirs," she smiled before walking to the door.
"Mom! Don't tell Dad I have a girlfriend because I--"
"Trunks, it's okay to live with someone and not be married. After all, your father and I have
never married," she winked and left.
"Now, what am I going to do?" Trunks asked before he leaned back in his chair and ran his
fingers through his lavender locks.
A week later . . .
"Mr., Briefs, call on line five," his secretary's voice echoed from his phone.
"Who is it?!" He snapped with great annoyance.
"Marron," she said nasally.
"Oh, put her on!" He replied excitedly.
"Hey Trunks! How's it goin'?" She cheerfully greeted.
"It's rough, but it's gotten better since you called."
"Oh stop! Listen, Papa and I wanna know if you'll be up for a spar tonight. We've even talked
my mother into sparring!!"
"You talked Juuhachi into doing something besides complaining?!"
"Unbelievable, isn't it?"
"Well then, that's settled. A spar it is. I'll get out of her early tonight and see you at
home at six."
"Okay! Don't be late!!!"
"I won't Marron-chan. Later!" He hung up the phone, musing on the past week's events. He had
stayed with Krillin's family at Kame House ever since he flew Marron home. It was the best week
of his life! He wasn't as stressed about work; he felt like he was wanted; and he felt like he
belonged--- even if it wasn't his family! He was brought from his daydreaming by the sound of
his mother yelling, "Trunks Briefs!!! Are you listening to me!?!?!"
Marron hung up the phone and sighed. She too was experiencing the best week of her life.
Trunks had really livened things up around Kame House. He and her father talked about fighting
Majin Buu while her mother sat there and gave them both a stone glare. Her mother was certainly
a funny one. She didn't seem to like Trunks much, but then again, he was the son of Vegeta.
Picking up her pen, she began to write the opening of her new novel. The main character was a
warrior with a heart of gold. She had tried to base him upon her father, but she couldn't
imagine her heroine having sex with her father. For that matter, she couldn't imagine anyone
having sex with her father!!! She sighed again and began to daydream about Trunks. A light
bulb went off in her as she thought of the demi-Saiyan.
"Hey! That's a great idea!!! I'll base Yurasu (*yurasu means rock in Japanese) upon Trunks.
And what a lucky break, my muse lives with me!" She giggled a bit too loudly for her mother's
sensitive android ears.
"Krillin!" Juuhachi bellowed.
"Yes, dear," he answered.
"Trunks has been here long enough. Don't you think it's time he went home?"
"Juu, Trunks has only been here for a week. Let the boy stay for awhile. He feels at home
here. Is it the Marron thing?"
"No, he uses all my shampoo. Of course it's the Marron thing!!! I just heard her giggling
about him!!!"
"I don't understand why you're so upset over this. You didn't mind when she dated Goten a
little while ago."
"Goten is the son of your best friend. Trunks is the son of Vegeta!"
"So?"
"You know, Vegeta, the one who allowed Cell to absorb me!?"
Krillin threw up his hands in protest. He had no idea that his wife was still harboring that
resentment. Sure, Vegeta should not have allowed Cell to absorb her, but if he hadn't; she and
Krillin might not have fallen in love. He stormed off in a fit of anger which surprised
Juuhachi. 'What's his deal?' She thought.
"Gomen, Kassan, I'm sorry that I didn't hear you come in," Trunks tried apologizing to his
furious mother.
"You didn't hear me come in, or my talking to you for the last five minutes!!! Really, for
someone who is a demi-Saiyan, you sure don't have the senses for it!" Bulma fumed as she
placed her hands upon her hips.
"Gomen nasai, Okassan. What can I do for you?" He said with big puppy dog eyes-- the eyes
that made Bulma's heart melt.
"Well, for starters, you can tell me where you're sleeping at night."
"Nani?!?"
"Trunks, I know that you've not be staying here anymore. I came in last night to bring you some
food, and your stuff was gone."
"I'd rather not say where I'm staying," he said softly as he looked down at his belt buckle.
"Oh, really? Trunks, do you finally have a girlfriend!?" Bulma asked excitedly, almost giddy.
"No, it's nothing like that."
"Now, Trunks! Don't be shy. You're a very handsome, young man. Any girl would die to catch
you as her own! Wait 'til I tell your father! He's been cursing to Dende for some
grandchildren and heirs," she smiled before walking to the door.
"Mom! Don't tell Dad I have a girlfriend because I--"
"Trunks, it's okay to live with someone and not be married. After all, your father and I have
never married," she winked and left.
"Now, what am I going to do?" Trunks asked before he leaned back in his chair and ran his
fingers through his lavender locks.