A Twist of Fate- Chapter 11
Trista scowled as she flipped through the channels. There is absolutely NOTHING on! She sighed and clicked the T.V off. Trista crossed her arms and sat back, closing her eyes. Goku hadn't talked to her in a month, and he did his best to avoid her at all cost. She remembers one day that sticks out. A week had went by since her and Vegeta talked on the beach. She had tried to explain to him that she had no feelings what so ever for the spiky haired saiyan. Vegeta had just waved her off, saying that he wasn't a fool. Trista had growled in frustration and had left. She had just been coming out of the training room, and had bumped into a wall of muscle. She looked up and Goku was standing there, watching her. She had murmured something like an apology, but she wasn't sure, and had quickly went around him, into the house. She had taken a shower afterwards, and had come down to eat. Goku had been in the kitchen when she walked through the door. They had just stood there, looking at each other, not saying anything. Then Trista had quickly grabbed a plate of food, and left Goku standing there. He kept glancing at her throughout the meal, and she had become frustrated with him and threw her fork down. She knew it had been childish, but dammit, she had been uncomfortable. Everyone had stopped talking and was watching her. She had stood up, knocking her chair to the floor. She had stomped out of the house, and had flown off. She heard later that everyone had started yelling at Goku, mostly Bulma. Asking him what he did. He had shouted back that he hadn't done anything to her, hell, he hadn't even talked to her in weeks. Then Vegeta had started yelling at Goku for raising his voice to his wife, and Goku had flown out of there, straight threw the roof. It had taken Bulma and her crew two weeks to fix it. Goku hasn't came around since then. She did feel guilty for that, but Bulma repeatedly assured her that it was their choice who came into their home. Trista had argued that if she hadn't gotten so mad, that none of this wouldn't have happened. Bulma had smiled at her and said that she knew how frustrating love could be. Trista had stood there, her mouth hanging open. She then yelled that she wasn't in love with that prick, and had stomped off. Bulma had just smiled. Trista's eyes narrowed. She still hasn't talked or seen Goku in almost two months.
"Whatcha doing?" Gohan crossed the carpet, and threw himselft on the couch.
Trista smiled. At least Gohan is welcome here.
"Nothing. Just thinking."
"About what? My dad?"
Trista narrowed her eyes and shook her head. She gave up a while back convincing Gohan that her and his dad were NOT getting together. She sighed. Can't blame a kid for trying. He must really miss his mom.
"I was just thinking. Nothing important." She sat up. "So, do you want to do something?"
Gohan face brightened.
"Sure. It really is boring around here. Everyone is either in the gravity room training, or they're working on machines and stuff."
Trista told him to wait there and raced upstairs to her room. She quickly rummaged threw her closet, then smiled when she found what she was looking for. She made her way downstairs and sat the board game on the coffee table. Gohan looked at the game, then at her, confused.
"What is this?"
Trista opened the box and took out the Monopoly board, the cards, and the dice. She glanced at Gohan and smiled.
"It's a great game. It's called Monopoly!"
She quickly went through the procedures of how the game is played, and the rules.
"Pick a man," she said, gesturing to the metal characters.
Gohan looked them over and finally chose the dog. Trista grabbed the wheel barrow. She positioned them at the starting block, and rolled the dice.
Vegeta quirked an eyebrow when he heard laughter coming from the living room. He glanced through the doorway and saw that it was Goku's brat and Trista playing some sort of game. They were rolling on the floor, laughing. He guessed their laughter was the contagious kind because he felt his own lips twitch. He scowled, and shook his head. He planted a serious expression on his face and walked into the room. Trista and Gohan looked up at him, wiping tears from the corners of their eyes.
"What?" Trista asked, still chuckling.
Vegeta crossed his arms.
"You should be setting an example for the brat, not encouraging him."
Trista quirked an eyebrow at him, then stuck her tongue out at him. She knew it was childish, but she couldn't resist. He growled in frustration at her lack of maturity, and turned to leave.
"You wanna play!"
Vegeta didn't turn around. "NO."
Trista shrugged. She knew he was going to say no, but hey, it was worth a shot. She rolled her eyes at his back, and resumed the game. Vegeta quickly glanced back at them. They were playing the game again. He walked down the hall towards the gravity room. He heard them laughing again, and felt his own lips spread into a smile on their own accord. His cheeks became red and he stomped the rest of the way to the gravity room. He was definitely getting soft!
Goku landed outside of Capsule Corporation. He dreaded going in there. If he could get his son and leave without seeing anyone, he would be fine. He quickly glanced around, making sure nobody had seen him. This is ridiculous, he thought. Goku quickly searched for his sons ki, then made his way towards the living room. He stopped in his tracks when he realized Trista was with Gohan. Maybe he could quickly leave and wait on the balcony until she leaves. He froze when Trista looked up, then looked down at the game board. She told Gohan that his dad was here, and he turned around.
"Dad!" Gohan said as he launched himself at Goku.
He grasped Gokus' hand and dragged him towards where they had been playing. He explained to his dad what Monopoly was, and Goku listened, his eyes never leaving Trista's bent head. His eyes narrowed. She won't even look at me! He watched her calmly start putting the game board and cards away. It's like she doesn't even care that I'm standing here. He felt his frown deepen. It's as if I don't even exist! He shifted his eyes away from her to his son.
Trista listened to Gohan as he explained the rules and the way to play the game Monopoly. Her lips quirked at his enthusiasm. She didn't look up when she felt Goku's eyes on her. Stay cool, she thought. She calmly began putting the game up, she prided herself on being able to do this without shaking. She knew she looked calm and collected on the outside, but inside she was all nerves. She silently gave a shuddering breath as he bent down, almost to eye level, as he picked up his son. She turned her face away when she saw him move his head to look at her. She frowned. I DO NOT like him! She kept repeating that to herself over and over. She saw him out of the corner of her eye when he stood up. Her mouth watered as his muscles rippled. She swallowed.
"What are YOU doing here!?"
All three heads turned towards the doorway. Bulma stood there, hands on hips, feet spread for battle. She glared at Goku. He silently groaned. This is exactly why he didn't want to come. He narrowed his eyes at her and frowned.
"I came to get my son." Goku spoke to her, his voice emotionless.
Bulma hesitated. She could hear the hurt and anger in his voice. Maybe I was a little hard on him. Then she glanced at his face. Well, she thought, he doesn't look like he's going to apologize anytime soon. She strengthened her resolve.
"Well, hurry up and leave."
Then she glanced at Trista. She had her head bent, not looking at anyone.
"Is he bothering you?"
Trista shook her head.
"Cuz you know I can get Vegeta in here to take care of it."
There was silence for a moment. Goku didn't glance at Trista, but he held his breath, waiting for her answer. He sure as hell didn't want to get in a fight right now. He wasn't in the mood.
Trista quickly glanced up, then shifted her eyes.
"No Bulma. He's not bothering me."
Bulma gave a nod of her head. "Good!" Then she glared at Goku. "See that you don't." She spun on her heel, and left the room.
There was a brief silence, then Gohan said goodbye to Trista, and they flew off. Trista let out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding. Then her body reacted. She clenched her fists as they started to shake. No, she shouted to herself, I won't let it happen. But she realized it was already too late as she sunk onto the couch, her body shaking from the nearness of the saiyan. She let out a sob and buried her head into her hands. Two months without seeing him, she realized, had left her aching for the sight of him. She couldn't believe it, she just couldn't believe it! She had fallen in love with that jerk!
Trista scowled as she flipped through the channels. There is absolutely NOTHING on! She sighed and clicked the T.V off. Trista crossed her arms and sat back, closing her eyes. Goku hadn't talked to her in a month, and he did his best to avoid her at all cost. She remembers one day that sticks out. A week had went by since her and Vegeta talked on the beach. She had tried to explain to him that she had no feelings what so ever for the spiky haired saiyan. Vegeta had just waved her off, saying that he wasn't a fool. Trista had growled in frustration and had left. She had just been coming out of the training room, and had bumped into a wall of muscle. She looked up and Goku was standing there, watching her. She had murmured something like an apology, but she wasn't sure, and had quickly went around him, into the house. She had taken a shower afterwards, and had come down to eat. Goku had been in the kitchen when she walked through the door. They had just stood there, looking at each other, not saying anything. Then Trista had quickly grabbed a plate of food, and left Goku standing there. He kept glancing at her throughout the meal, and she had become frustrated with him and threw her fork down. She knew it had been childish, but dammit, she had been uncomfortable. Everyone had stopped talking and was watching her. She had stood up, knocking her chair to the floor. She had stomped out of the house, and had flown off. She heard later that everyone had started yelling at Goku, mostly Bulma. Asking him what he did. He had shouted back that he hadn't done anything to her, hell, he hadn't even talked to her in weeks. Then Vegeta had started yelling at Goku for raising his voice to his wife, and Goku had flown out of there, straight threw the roof. It had taken Bulma and her crew two weeks to fix it. Goku hasn't came around since then. She did feel guilty for that, but Bulma repeatedly assured her that it was their choice who came into their home. Trista had argued that if she hadn't gotten so mad, that none of this wouldn't have happened. Bulma had smiled at her and said that she knew how frustrating love could be. Trista had stood there, her mouth hanging open. She then yelled that she wasn't in love with that prick, and had stomped off. Bulma had just smiled. Trista's eyes narrowed. She still hasn't talked or seen Goku in almost two months.
"Whatcha doing?" Gohan crossed the carpet, and threw himselft on the couch.
Trista smiled. At least Gohan is welcome here.
"Nothing. Just thinking."
"About what? My dad?"
Trista narrowed her eyes and shook her head. She gave up a while back convincing Gohan that her and his dad were NOT getting together. She sighed. Can't blame a kid for trying. He must really miss his mom.
"I was just thinking. Nothing important." She sat up. "So, do you want to do something?"
Gohan face brightened.
"Sure. It really is boring around here. Everyone is either in the gravity room training, or they're working on machines and stuff."
Trista told him to wait there and raced upstairs to her room. She quickly rummaged threw her closet, then smiled when she found what she was looking for. She made her way downstairs and sat the board game on the coffee table. Gohan looked at the game, then at her, confused.
"What is this?"
Trista opened the box and took out the Monopoly board, the cards, and the dice. She glanced at Gohan and smiled.
"It's a great game. It's called Monopoly!"
She quickly went through the procedures of how the game is played, and the rules.
"Pick a man," she said, gesturing to the metal characters.
Gohan looked them over and finally chose the dog. Trista grabbed the wheel barrow. She positioned them at the starting block, and rolled the dice.
Vegeta quirked an eyebrow when he heard laughter coming from the living room. He glanced through the doorway and saw that it was Goku's brat and Trista playing some sort of game. They were rolling on the floor, laughing. He guessed their laughter was the contagious kind because he felt his own lips twitch. He scowled, and shook his head. He planted a serious expression on his face and walked into the room. Trista and Gohan looked up at him, wiping tears from the corners of their eyes.
"What?" Trista asked, still chuckling.
Vegeta crossed his arms.
"You should be setting an example for the brat, not encouraging him."
Trista quirked an eyebrow at him, then stuck her tongue out at him. She knew it was childish, but she couldn't resist. He growled in frustration at her lack of maturity, and turned to leave.
"You wanna play!"
Vegeta didn't turn around. "NO."
Trista shrugged. She knew he was going to say no, but hey, it was worth a shot. She rolled her eyes at his back, and resumed the game. Vegeta quickly glanced back at them. They were playing the game again. He walked down the hall towards the gravity room. He heard them laughing again, and felt his own lips spread into a smile on their own accord. His cheeks became red and he stomped the rest of the way to the gravity room. He was definitely getting soft!
Goku landed outside of Capsule Corporation. He dreaded going in there. If he could get his son and leave without seeing anyone, he would be fine. He quickly glanced around, making sure nobody had seen him. This is ridiculous, he thought. Goku quickly searched for his sons ki, then made his way towards the living room. He stopped in his tracks when he realized Trista was with Gohan. Maybe he could quickly leave and wait on the balcony until she leaves. He froze when Trista looked up, then looked down at the game board. She told Gohan that his dad was here, and he turned around.
"Dad!" Gohan said as he launched himself at Goku.
He grasped Gokus' hand and dragged him towards where they had been playing. He explained to his dad what Monopoly was, and Goku listened, his eyes never leaving Trista's bent head. His eyes narrowed. She won't even look at me! He watched her calmly start putting the game board and cards away. It's like she doesn't even care that I'm standing here. He felt his frown deepen. It's as if I don't even exist! He shifted his eyes away from her to his son.
Trista listened to Gohan as he explained the rules and the way to play the game Monopoly. Her lips quirked at his enthusiasm. She didn't look up when she felt Goku's eyes on her. Stay cool, she thought. She calmly began putting the game up, she prided herself on being able to do this without shaking. She knew she looked calm and collected on the outside, but inside she was all nerves. She silently gave a shuddering breath as he bent down, almost to eye level, as he picked up his son. She turned her face away when she saw him move his head to look at her. She frowned. I DO NOT like him! She kept repeating that to herself over and over. She saw him out of the corner of her eye when he stood up. Her mouth watered as his muscles rippled. She swallowed.
"What are YOU doing here!?"
All three heads turned towards the doorway. Bulma stood there, hands on hips, feet spread for battle. She glared at Goku. He silently groaned. This is exactly why he didn't want to come. He narrowed his eyes at her and frowned.
"I came to get my son." Goku spoke to her, his voice emotionless.
Bulma hesitated. She could hear the hurt and anger in his voice. Maybe I was a little hard on him. Then she glanced at his face. Well, she thought, he doesn't look like he's going to apologize anytime soon. She strengthened her resolve.
"Well, hurry up and leave."
Then she glanced at Trista. She had her head bent, not looking at anyone.
"Is he bothering you?"
Trista shook her head.
"Cuz you know I can get Vegeta in here to take care of it."
There was silence for a moment. Goku didn't glance at Trista, but he held his breath, waiting for her answer. He sure as hell didn't want to get in a fight right now. He wasn't in the mood.
Trista quickly glanced up, then shifted her eyes.
"No Bulma. He's not bothering me."
Bulma gave a nod of her head. "Good!" Then she glared at Goku. "See that you don't." She spun on her heel, and left the room.
There was a brief silence, then Gohan said goodbye to Trista, and they flew off. Trista let out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding. Then her body reacted. She clenched her fists as they started to shake. No, she shouted to herself, I won't let it happen. But she realized it was already too late as she sunk onto the couch, her body shaking from the nearness of the saiyan. She let out a sob and buried her head into her hands. Two months without seeing him, she realized, had left her aching for the sight of him. She couldn't believe it, she just couldn't believe it! She had fallen in love with that jerk!