STRANGE GIFTS
Chapter 7 Nearly there.
Vegeta glared at the pale demi-saiyan.
"He did what?"
Goten glanced enviously at his dazed best friend. "He said he didn't have anyone to go with and said he was terrified to ask her."
The Prince threw his son a look of disgust. "Only you can manage to hurt her pride AND her less than feminine behaviour in one go brat."
"WILL YOU PLEASE TELL ME WHAT'S GOING ON!?!" Bura screamed in frustration.
"Nothing that concerns you daughter." Vegeta snapped.
"Papa..." She whined.
Under no circumstances will his daughter find out his involvment in this humilating cause. After all what idiot helps a love struck demi-saiyan get a worthy mate? The Prince of The Saiyans that's who.
Suppressing a groan, Vegeta shot his daughter a withering look.
"Leave us now Bura or I have to bring up the issue of, him," He jerked a finger at the wide eyed Goten, "Taking you to that damned celebration. I assure you, it will not be pleasant." He smirked dangerously.
Quickly thinking, Bura pouted in defense. "Papa, we're just..."
"Get out, now." It was the tone used when some unfortunate creature sneaks into his precious gravity room.
Bura shrugged helplessly at Goten, bravely pecked her father's cheek and walked out.
"Er..Mr Vegeta...about that..." The poor demi-saiyan stammered.
Vegeta cut him off with a growl. "Later. Now we must deal with my coward of a brat." Wordlessly he grabbed Trunks off the ground.
"Pan..." He whispered, eyes reflecting his despair.
Trunks could barely notice his father's voice. Strangely it sounded remarkably like Britney Spears...
"SNAP OUT OF IT!!!" The Prince shook his son harshly, the dazed man's head lobing from side to side limply.
"Ooooh! I know!" Goten cried excitedly. "I know how to get him out of it!!!"
The older man looked at him eyebrows raised. The word know and one of Kakarot's spawn do not mix.
"Bring him outside. There is no way he can ignore THIS!!!"
Moments later...
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Trunks ran desperately around the pen, screaming his head off while a monsster chased him, antlers poised.
Vegeta was fighting abhorent laughter at his son's plight.
"See? See? Told ya!" Goten beamed proudly, staring as his friend ran in circles, the mad reindeer chasing to kill him. "Er...Mr Vegeta....shouldn't we get him outta there?"
"No."
Half an hour later...
(pant pant) "What..." (huff choke) "Was..." (gasp pant) "THAT FOR!?!"
Trunks leaned on his knees, breathing his life away.
Vegeta looked at him emotionlessly. "Get up brat."
Goten laughed, "Aw...that tickles Snowball!!!" The reindeer happily licked his face, causing him to laugh louder.
"Snowball!?" *How come EVERYTHING likes Goten and not MEEEEEEEE!?!* Trunks slumped when that conjured up the thought of a certain raven haired beauty HE had no chance with now...
"Oh no you don't boy!!!"
SLAP!!!
Trunks's head swung to the side. "Ow."
Vegeta glared angrily. "Listen Boy, I will not have my efforts wasted! DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD IT TOOK ME TO FIND THAT BLASTED DRAGONBALL!?! You will take Kakarot's Grandbrat to that idiotic celebration and you shall enjoy it." He added with menace.
Trunks nodded and gulped. "Yes sir."
"Is that clear?" Vegeta whispered dangerously.
Trunks nodded furiously.
Sneering with disgust, Vegeta shoved his son out of the way. "And we shall procede with The Plan as planned." He added.
Suddenly inspired, "Father?" Trunks asked tentatively.
Vegeta spared him a glance.
"Have you seen Bura's new Britney Spears album?"
(sweatdrop...)
"Aw.....Snowball! That tickles!!!! Ahahahahahahaha!!!"
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The next morning...
Pan glared at the Dragonball, willing with her eyes to tell her it's secrets.
*So there's another set of Dragonballs.*
*Stupid Trunks.*
* Wonder who this stalker is? Wonder if he got my gift?*
She glanced at the box that arrived this morning, almost afraid to open it. Strangely enough, it was kinda nice getting gifts every day...it was just bad when she opened them.
*So today's Christmas eve.* With a sigh, she leaned back on her bed. *May as well...*
She leaned over and pulled the ribbon free from the box. It sprang open.
One eyebrow raised, she studied the capsule. Without thought, she threw it.
BOOM!!!
"Hmmnhanhhmahammllff!!!!" (Translation: HELP!!!!!!)
Bout an hour later...
"Panny...lunch is ready..." Videl opened the door.
Her daughter, her face looking like it's been squished against the door for longer than necessary fell in a flat plank.
Videl saw the problem immediately. "Honey, you've got a spaceship in your room..."
*Great conclusion mom...* But all she could manage was a deep, aching groan.
"Oh, is this from that nice stalker of yours?"
"I....need....help..."
Meanwhile...in Capsule Corporation...and I mean the office...
Trunks stared down at the small, white envelope with apprehension. He was stuck in a mode of cronic depression. He could stand ANYTHING a measly envelope could throw at him! He was DA MAN!!!
With cautious relunctance, he gently opened it, and took out the small, Christmas card.
And opened it.
"SILENT NIGHT!!!!!!"
With a roar, all the windows in his office broke in concession. The many objects on his desk were sent slamming against the opposite wall, and one surprised Corporal President lay on the floor, hair standing straight up. The small white envelope silently burning itself into a crisp.
If he could hear ANYTHING at the moment, he would've heard half the building outside his office, laughing their heads off.
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Exhaling like his life depended on it, Trunks stepped out of the car.
Clammy hands anxiously held a large, not to mention, expensive, bouquet of flowers.
"Breathe man, breathe."
He ran a hand through his hair, lips set grimly in his task.
*Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit...*
The walk way seemed to go on forever as he slowly paced up it.
*Why am I doing this? I should go...what if they left already? This is stupid. I should go...yeah...I really should go...* He stood, looking blankly at the closed door.
Just as he was about to take the coward's way out, it suddenly blew opened.
"Trunks? I thought I sensed your ki..." Gohan looked at him strangely.
Looking like a deer caught in headlights, Trunks fought to stammer a reply.
"Who is it honey?" Came Videl's voice upstairs.
"It was just Trunks!"
"Trunks!?"
Cold sweating, Trunks bowed stiffly. "Gohan, sir, is Pan ready?"
A look of complete confusion crossed the older man's face.
"Er..." To his horror, he started to paw his feet nervously.
Gohan just gave that strange look again. "Trunks? Explain why Pan should be ready."
Trunks gulped, and mentally prepared.
Fortunately, Pan took that time to come down.
"Dad, who was at the door....!?!" She stood half shocked on the stairs.
Trunks gaped open mouthed, blinking slowly to memorise the vision before him. *Wow...*
An angel stood, gazing her enchanting eyes at him, the cream of her silk dress clinging to incredibly subtle, yet even MORE obvious curves. Midnight hair done up in a neat bun, a few tendrils of renagade hair falling perfectly over the incredible beauty of her face.
He gave a deep sigh.
Thereby causing The Strange Look from Gohan again.
Pan blinked. "Trunks, what are you doing here?"
Usually when they had a fight, he would leave her alone for a few days to get over it, then they'd both apologize upon a chance meeting until she got annoyed and hit him. Strangely, this method worked.
Then why was he here?
Besides looking good enough to eat in that black navy suit of his and oh so incredibly handsome.
She sighed deeply.
Meanwhile, Trunks was trying to find a logical answerr that didn't seem bad, perverted or dorky to her earlier question.
Taking a breath bordering on hyperventilation, "I came to take you to the ball princess."
*OMG!!! Ring! Ring! Telegraph for the King of the Corny!*
Pan looked slightly taken aback, her mouth suddenly going dry.
"Wha...? C-can you repeat that?" *Did he just say that!? Did he?! DID HE!?! Okay, a little corny but..."
*Oh ddon't make me say it again!* Trunks glanced nervously at Gohan who, as expected was taking EXTREME interest in their conversation.
Gathering courage, he tried again. "Pan, would you do me the honor of being my date at Capsule Corpation's annual Christmas Ball?"
*Date!? Did he say DATE!?! I must be hearing things...*
"S-sorry, what?" She said weakly.
"Oh for God's sake! He's asking you to go to Bulma's Party with him!!!" Videl, who had been hiding exclaimed in half exasperation and excitement.
Trunks immediately blushed, quickly adding, "If that's okay with you Gohan..."
Pan quickly went down the stairs, staring intently up at him. "Do you really mean it? You want ME to go with YOU to the ball." She desperately tried to grasp the concept in her mind.
Trunks beamed at her. "Of course, I wouldn't WANT to go with anyone else."
Blink. Pan suddenly grinned broadly. "Then what are we waiting for???????"
She quickly grabbed his arm, sailing happily through the open door. "We'll see you there Dad! Bye Mom!"
Trunks opened his mouth to speak.
"Trunks, I'm so happy." She smiled at him.
He would've been happy to die with that one statement, but sine he didn't, he got in the car with her.
"Bye Gohan...Videl...!"
Gohan opened his mouth in mid shock. A hand on his shoulder prevented the near intrusion. Not to mention Videl's glare of 'I-want-to-have-grandchildren'.
The night was blissfully peeaceful.
Trunks glanced at Pan, unaccustomed to the lingering silence.
Pan met his gaze. *This is...weird.*
They stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity.
"WHAT OUT!!!" She screamed suddenly, eyes wide.
He looked back just in time to advert the giant headlights of a truck. The car spun and settled evenly on the road.
Both let out a relieved breath.
Pan started laughing.
"What's so funny?" He asked indignantly.
She giggled. "You. I see you still haven't learnt how to drive huh, Underwear Boy?"
His lips twisted. "I can too." It sounded childish even to him. Pan erupted in laughter.
She bit her lip to stop, making her look wholely cute.
"You look beautiful tonight Panny." He said softly, eyes glancing off the road at her.
To her horror, Pan blushed. Light heartedly she told him to 'keep his eyes on the road for once'.
Unknown to her, Trunks let out a contented sigh.
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A/N Nearly there ppl. I'm so sad. I got cut off my internet so I couldn't hand this in. (cry sob) Oh well, guess I have to change that summary. I'm uploading a ton of stuff since I'm suffering from the disease known as internet deprivation right now and am threatening to be extremely bored so I'm typing away. Be back soon!
Chapter 7 Nearly there.
Vegeta glared at the pale demi-saiyan.
"He did what?"
Goten glanced enviously at his dazed best friend. "He said he didn't have anyone to go with and said he was terrified to ask her."
The Prince threw his son a look of disgust. "Only you can manage to hurt her pride AND her less than feminine behaviour in one go brat."
"WILL YOU PLEASE TELL ME WHAT'S GOING ON!?!" Bura screamed in frustration.
"Nothing that concerns you daughter." Vegeta snapped.
"Papa..." She whined.
Under no circumstances will his daughter find out his involvment in this humilating cause. After all what idiot helps a love struck demi-saiyan get a worthy mate? The Prince of The Saiyans that's who.
Suppressing a groan, Vegeta shot his daughter a withering look.
"Leave us now Bura or I have to bring up the issue of, him," He jerked a finger at the wide eyed Goten, "Taking you to that damned celebration. I assure you, it will not be pleasant." He smirked dangerously.
Quickly thinking, Bura pouted in defense. "Papa, we're just..."
"Get out, now." It was the tone used when some unfortunate creature sneaks into his precious gravity room.
Bura shrugged helplessly at Goten, bravely pecked her father's cheek and walked out.
"Er..Mr Vegeta...about that..." The poor demi-saiyan stammered.
Vegeta cut him off with a growl. "Later. Now we must deal with my coward of a brat." Wordlessly he grabbed Trunks off the ground.
"Pan..." He whispered, eyes reflecting his despair.
Trunks could barely notice his father's voice. Strangely it sounded remarkably like Britney Spears...
"SNAP OUT OF IT!!!" The Prince shook his son harshly, the dazed man's head lobing from side to side limply.
"Ooooh! I know!" Goten cried excitedly. "I know how to get him out of it!!!"
The older man looked at him eyebrows raised. The word know and one of Kakarot's spawn do not mix.
"Bring him outside. There is no way he can ignore THIS!!!"
Moments later...
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Trunks ran desperately around the pen, screaming his head off while a monsster chased him, antlers poised.
Vegeta was fighting abhorent laughter at his son's plight.
"See? See? Told ya!" Goten beamed proudly, staring as his friend ran in circles, the mad reindeer chasing to kill him. "Er...Mr Vegeta....shouldn't we get him outta there?"
"No."
Half an hour later...
(pant pant) "What..." (huff choke) "Was..." (gasp pant) "THAT FOR!?!"
Trunks leaned on his knees, breathing his life away.
Vegeta looked at him emotionlessly. "Get up brat."
Goten laughed, "Aw...that tickles Snowball!!!" The reindeer happily licked his face, causing him to laugh louder.
"Snowball!?" *How come EVERYTHING likes Goten and not MEEEEEEEE!?!* Trunks slumped when that conjured up the thought of a certain raven haired beauty HE had no chance with now...
"Oh no you don't boy!!!"
SLAP!!!
Trunks's head swung to the side. "Ow."
Vegeta glared angrily. "Listen Boy, I will not have my efforts wasted! DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD IT TOOK ME TO FIND THAT BLASTED DRAGONBALL!?! You will take Kakarot's Grandbrat to that idiotic celebration and you shall enjoy it." He added with menace.
Trunks nodded and gulped. "Yes sir."
"Is that clear?" Vegeta whispered dangerously.
Trunks nodded furiously.
Sneering with disgust, Vegeta shoved his son out of the way. "And we shall procede with The Plan as planned." He added.
Suddenly inspired, "Father?" Trunks asked tentatively.
Vegeta spared him a glance.
"Have you seen Bura's new Britney Spears album?"
(sweatdrop...)
"Aw.....Snowball! That tickles!!!! Ahahahahahahaha!!!"
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
The next morning...
Pan glared at the Dragonball, willing with her eyes to tell her it's secrets.
*So there's another set of Dragonballs.*
*Stupid Trunks.*
* Wonder who this stalker is? Wonder if he got my gift?*
She glanced at the box that arrived this morning, almost afraid to open it. Strangely enough, it was kinda nice getting gifts every day...it was just bad when she opened them.
*So today's Christmas eve.* With a sigh, she leaned back on her bed. *May as well...*
She leaned over and pulled the ribbon free from the box. It sprang open.
One eyebrow raised, she studied the capsule. Without thought, she threw it.
BOOM!!!
"Hmmnhanhhmahammllff!!!!" (Translation: HELP!!!!!!)
Bout an hour later...
"Panny...lunch is ready..." Videl opened the door.
Her daughter, her face looking like it's been squished against the door for longer than necessary fell in a flat plank.
Videl saw the problem immediately. "Honey, you've got a spaceship in your room..."
*Great conclusion mom...* But all she could manage was a deep, aching groan.
"Oh, is this from that nice stalker of yours?"
"I....need....help..."
Meanwhile...in Capsule Corporation...and I mean the office...
Trunks stared down at the small, white envelope with apprehension. He was stuck in a mode of cronic depression. He could stand ANYTHING a measly envelope could throw at him! He was DA MAN!!!
With cautious relunctance, he gently opened it, and took out the small, Christmas card.
And opened it.
"SILENT NIGHT!!!!!!"
With a roar, all the windows in his office broke in concession. The many objects on his desk were sent slamming against the opposite wall, and one surprised Corporal President lay on the floor, hair standing straight up. The small white envelope silently burning itself into a crisp.
If he could hear ANYTHING at the moment, he would've heard half the building outside his office, laughing their heads off.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Exhaling like his life depended on it, Trunks stepped out of the car.
Clammy hands anxiously held a large, not to mention, expensive, bouquet of flowers.
"Breathe man, breathe."
He ran a hand through his hair, lips set grimly in his task.
*Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit...*
The walk way seemed to go on forever as he slowly paced up it.
*Why am I doing this? I should go...what if they left already? This is stupid. I should go...yeah...I really should go...* He stood, looking blankly at the closed door.
Just as he was about to take the coward's way out, it suddenly blew opened.
"Trunks? I thought I sensed your ki..." Gohan looked at him strangely.
Looking like a deer caught in headlights, Trunks fought to stammer a reply.
"Who is it honey?" Came Videl's voice upstairs.
"It was just Trunks!"
"Trunks!?"
Cold sweating, Trunks bowed stiffly. "Gohan, sir, is Pan ready?"
A look of complete confusion crossed the older man's face.
"Er..." To his horror, he started to paw his feet nervously.
Gohan just gave that strange look again. "Trunks? Explain why Pan should be ready."
Trunks gulped, and mentally prepared.
Fortunately, Pan took that time to come down.
"Dad, who was at the door....!?!" She stood half shocked on the stairs.
Trunks gaped open mouthed, blinking slowly to memorise the vision before him. *Wow...*
An angel stood, gazing her enchanting eyes at him, the cream of her silk dress clinging to incredibly subtle, yet even MORE obvious curves. Midnight hair done up in a neat bun, a few tendrils of renagade hair falling perfectly over the incredible beauty of her face.
He gave a deep sigh.
Thereby causing The Strange Look from Gohan again.
Pan blinked. "Trunks, what are you doing here?"
Usually when they had a fight, he would leave her alone for a few days to get over it, then they'd both apologize upon a chance meeting until she got annoyed and hit him. Strangely, this method worked.
Then why was he here?
Besides looking good enough to eat in that black navy suit of his and oh so incredibly handsome.
She sighed deeply.
Meanwhile, Trunks was trying to find a logical answerr that didn't seem bad, perverted or dorky to her earlier question.
Taking a breath bordering on hyperventilation, "I came to take you to the ball princess."
*OMG!!! Ring! Ring! Telegraph for the King of the Corny!*
Pan looked slightly taken aback, her mouth suddenly going dry.
"Wha...? C-can you repeat that?" *Did he just say that!? Did he?! DID HE!?! Okay, a little corny but..."
*Oh ddon't make me say it again!* Trunks glanced nervously at Gohan who, as expected was taking EXTREME interest in their conversation.
Gathering courage, he tried again. "Pan, would you do me the honor of being my date at Capsule Corpation's annual Christmas Ball?"
*Date!? Did he say DATE!?! I must be hearing things...*
"S-sorry, what?" She said weakly.
"Oh for God's sake! He's asking you to go to Bulma's Party with him!!!" Videl, who had been hiding exclaimed in half exasperation and excitement.
Trunks immediately blushed, quickly adding, "If that's okay with you Gohan..."
Pan quickly went down the stairs, staring intently up at him. "Do you really mean it? You want ME to go with YOU to the ball." She desperately tried to grasp the concept in her mind.
Trunks beamed at her. "Of course, I wouldn't WANT to go with anyone else."
Blink. Pan suddenly grinned broadly. "Then what are we waiting for???????"
She quickly grabbed his arm, sailing happily through the open door. "We'll see you there Dad! Bye Mom!"
Trunks opened his mouth to speak.
"Trunks, I'm so happy." She smiled at him.
He would've been happy to die with that one statement, but sine he didn't, he got in the car with her.
"Bye Gohan...Videl...!"
Gohan opened his mouth in mid shock. A hand on his shoulder prevented the near intrusion. Not to mention Videl's glare of 'I-want-to-have-grandchildren'.
The night was blissfully peeaceful.
Trunks glanced at Pan, unaccustomed to the lingering silence.
Pan met his gaze. *This is...weird.*
They stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity.
"WHAT OUT!!!" She screamed suddenly, eyes wide.
He looked back just in time to advert the giant headlights of a truck. The car spun and settled evenly on the road.
Both let out a relieved breath.
Pan started laughing.
"What's so funny?" He asked indignantly.
She giggled. "You. I see you still haven't learnt how to drive huh, Underwear Boy?"
His lips twisted. "I can too." It sounded childish even to him. Pan erupted in laughter.
She bit her lip to stop, making her look wholely cute.
"You look beautiful tonight Panny." He said softly, eyes glancing off the road at her.
To her horror, Pan blushed. Light heartedly she told him to 'keep his eyes on the road for once'.
Unknown to her, Trunks let out a contented sigh.
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A/N Nearly there ppl. I'm so sad. I got cut off my internet so I couldn't hand this in. (cry sob) Oh well, guess I have to change that summary. I'm uploading a ton of stuff since I'm suffering from the disease known as internet deprivation right now and am threatening to be extremely bored so I'm typing away. Be back soon!