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Trunks: Why did it take you so long to update?!
VT: For your information I have been sick too!
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VT: Watch it busters!
Chapter Four- Stay
Trunks flew quickly across the desolate landscape. The sky was still dark and murky from the previous storm, and threatened to open
again and let loose another horrendous downpour. Trunks did not want to be stuck in that storm. Finally he reached the shabby city that Gohan
had decided to 'live in'. Seldom was Gohan was ever really at his apartment. More often he was flying over all four corners of the globe.
Trunks smiled slightly as he thought of Gohan. His brave warrior.
Finally he reached the broken down apartment building. Nervously he approached the building, and then went into the deserted hall and
rang the button with Gohan's number on it. It buzzed for a moment, before Brett's grinning face appeared on the screen on the intercom. He
was giving a peace sign, and then waved to Trunks.
"Hey kid, what are you doing here?" Brett asked.
"I'm here to see Gohan. He's here, isn't he?" Trunks replied.
Brett nodded, and then put a look of pretend sadness on his face.
"No one ever comes to see me anymore... Only when the great super star is here... Just kidding, come on up Trunks."
Trunks gave a nod, and a slight smile, before grabbing the doors and heading up the flight of stairs.
Brett opened the door when he got up to the right door.
"Does your mom know you're here Trunks?" Brett asked, completely serious now.
Trunks shook his head as he entered the apartment.
"That's what I thought." Brett answered with a sigh. "You Saiyans are going to be the death of me."
"Where's Gohan?" Trunks asked, wanting to go see his koi right away.
Brett gave a little smile.
"He's in the back bedroom. Got to warn you though, he's got a really nasty cold. You're probably going to get sick if you go see him."
Brett warned.
"Saiyans don't get sick." Trunks replied as he headed in to see Gohan.
Brett gave a smirk and shook his head.
"Bet he gets sick within the hour."
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Gohan was desperately searching for the tissue box that Brett had placed somewhere near the bed, when he heard the door open.
"God dammit Brett!" he yelled, not bothering to look up. "Where the hell is the fuc-"
It was only then that Gohan looked up and saw not Brett, but Trunks who looked equally surprised and amused.
"...tissue box...Uh... hi Trunks..." Gohan ended choppily.
Trunks strode across the room, bent over and picked something off the ground. Gohan turned bright at seeing the tissue box in
Trunks's hand.
"Thanks." Gohan said smiling.
"No problem Gohan." Trunks answered in a quiet tone.
Trunks sat down slowly on the bed next to Gohan, who was still staring at him in shock.
"What are you doing here Trunks?" Gohan suddenly asked.
"I wanted to make sure you were alright Besides, my mom is at work all day, she'll never even know I was gone." Trunks replied.
"You shouldn't have come." Gohan said.
"You don't want me here?" Trunks asked, looking hurt.
Gohan shook his head.
"It's not that. I don't want you to get in trouble with your mom. She may be right."
"Oh to hell with that! You know she's not right!" Trunks exclaimed.
Gohan let out a chuckle.
"You're right. I don't want her to be right." Gohan said, nodding.
Trunks smiled and lied down, snuggling close to Gohan.
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Around an hour later, Brett was awakened from his nap on the couch to the sound of yet another sick period.
But this time it wasn't Gohan. Brett sighed, lifting himself from the couch and went into the bathroom to see Trunks holding his head,
with tears streaming down his face.
"Guess Saiyans do get sick." Brett said, standing in the door way.
"Shut the fu-"
"Watch your mouth." Brett replied absent mindly cutting him off.
"Guess I should go call your mom and make something up."
"Kami! No! Brett please. Don't she'll figure it out if you tell her I'm at your apartment! Brett!" Trunks kept yelling as Brett went back and
grabbed the phone.
"Don't worry kid, I think I can pull one over her. Especially if I convince her it's good for you to be here."
Trunks stared wide-eyed as Brett dialed his mom's cell phone number.
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Bulma picked up her cell phone as it rang, never taking her eyes off the computer.
"Bulma Briefs speaking."
"Mrs. Briefs? Hi this Brett."
Bulma paused for a moment.
"Yes?"
"Well... I don't mean to sound rude or anything, but I have a suggestion for you." Brett continued, being sure to sound as polite as
possible.
"Go ahead Brett, I'm sure it's not rude at all." Bulma replied.
"Well, last night I heard you told Gohan that you didn't want him seeing Trunks anymore, is this correct?" Brett asked.
"Yes, this is correct. I feel that he is a possible dangerous influence, and is too old for Trunks." Bulma answered.
"I agree completely Mrs. Briefs." Brett lied.
Bulma was slightly taken aback.
"You do?" she questioned.
"Of course. You don't want an extremely young teenager flying to Kami's-knows-where over the planet, fighting a very dangerous
source, while being with a much older man that could possible force him to have sex." Brett explained, hoping that he was hitting the nail on
the head.
Bulma paused, Brett hadn't exactly understood her reason, but that was the answer she had given Gohan.
"Yes..." Bulma trailed.
"So, last night when Gohan came home, he was extremely upset with your judgement. However, I did explain to him where you were
coming from, and though he still doesn't entirely believe it, he does trust and respect your judgement now. He was able to leave this
apartment, and city with a clear mind." Brett tried to stress the fact that Gohan was NOT in the apartment. "So, maybe it would be a good thing
if Trunks heard the same thing. I mean, he would be hearing it from a neutral person, but still a friend, that plays no role once so ever in the
whole thing." Brett explained.
Bulma pondered this for a moment.
Brett got a little nervous hearing the silence on the phone.
"Because after all, hearing these words from his mother are just going to seem like some rules he needs to break, rebel against. Do
normal teenager behavior."
"Yes... that is a very good idea Brett... Maybe he should stay with for a few days. I'll drop him off this afternoon, is that okay?" Bulma
caved in.
"NO!" Brett literally shouted. Bulma couldn't go home and find that Trunks was already gone. "I mean...er... if you drop him off here, he'll
suspect something of course. He'll just think that it's your doing. I'll go over there, and pick him up right now, okay? That way he'll think that he's
just going to get a few days of fun to hang out with me, get what I mean?"
"Alright Brett... Thanks again!" Bulma said, sounding relieved.
"No problem Mrs. Briefs. Let's hope this whole thing blows over soon."
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Brett sighed as he hung up the phone and stared at the kid in the bathroom.
"You owe me big time." was all he said.
"That was really good Brett. You even had me convinced there for a minute." Trunks said, still holding his head.
"Yeah, well I got to go over your house and pick some of your stuff up so your mom will know that you're gone." Brett replied.
Trunks smiled and nodded.
"For now though you better rest." Brett said, nodding towards the back bedroom where Gohan was.
"Thanks again." Trunks said as he headed towards the room.
"Saiyans...they're gonna kill me." Brett repeated for the second time that day.
Trunks: Dammit! Now I'm sick too!
VT: Sick party in the bed! ::jumps into the bed::
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