A Twist of Fate-Chapter 13
"Dad, are you alright?" Gohan asked as he watched his dad stare blankly at the television. Goku glanced at his son, blinked, then took a shuddering breath.
"Yes Son. I'm fine." His mouth spread into a smile, but it didn't reach his eyes.
Gohan watched his father for a moment longer. Then he shook his head. He had no idea what was going on, but his dad has been acting strange for the past two and a half months. Especially around Trista! Then his eyebrows shot up. Could it be that my dad likes Trista!? He felt a grin spread across his face, imagining him, Trista, and his dad going on picnics and having real home-cooked meals again. His mouth watered. He hadn't had a home-cooked meal since his mom died! Maybe he could ask Trista to come over one day and cook! His eyes lit up at the thought. He quickly came out of his daydreaming when he heard a knock on the door. He spared a glance at his dad. His dad didn't move a muscle to answer it! He sighed in frustration, then went and opened the front door.
"Hey Vegeta! What are you doing here?" Gohan looked at Vegeta, confused. Vegeta never came over on his own violation.
"Did you come to see my dad?" When he saw Vegeta's nod, he added in a whisper, "my dad has been acting weird! Do you have any idea why?" Vegeta nodded. Gohan's face brightened. "Could you tell me. He really has me worried!" Gohan's face fell a moment later when Vegeta shook his head. "I have to talk to Kakkarott." Vegeta gestured towards the door. "Are you going to let me in?" Gohan nodded and moved away.
Vegeta quickly closed the door and surveyed the room, taking in the dirty dishes in the sink and the unclean look of the house. His brow furrowed. That had always been ChiChi's job. Looks like Goku can't take care of himself! Vegeta smirked. Then he spotted Goku on the couch, gazing at the TV. Vegeta's eyes slid towards the television, and one eyebrow shot up when he noticed that the TV was cut off. He quickly glanced at Goku again, then down at his son. Gohan sent him a look that said, Told you! Vegeta folded his arms and slowly walked around the couch. When Goku didn't respond, he waved a hand in front of his face. Goku looked up with a start, looking as if he had just come out of a dream. Vegeta didn't say anything, just quirked an eyebrow at him. Goku scowled at him, then sighed. He ran a hand over his face, and threw his hair. Vegeta looked at him in disgust. His hair looked as if it hadn't been brushed in a week. He had bags under his eyes, and his clothes were wrinkled.
"Have you even took a bath?" Vegeta asked, taking a step back.
Goku narrowed his eyes at him. "Of course!"
Vegeta humphed and quickly came to the assumption that he wasn't going to tell Goku what he had intended. THAT can wait for later. Goku had other problems to worry about, such as taking care of himself and his son. Vegeta's lips quirked as another thought occurred to him. Goku also has to put up with his wife this evening. Before he had even set foot off of Capsule Corporations, Bulma had made him promise to invite Goku and Gohan over for supper, even if it meant kicking and screaming. Vegeta grinned at that. He knew one way that would get Goku kicking and screaming. Vegeta chuckled to himself as he remembered when ChiChi had tried to give Goku a shot. Goku hated needles! He became serious a moment later and watched as Goku went into his bedroom. Vegeta glanced at the couch, and wrinkling his nose, sat in the chair farthest from it. He looked up an hour later when Goku opened his door. Vegeta could see that Goku had taken a bath, and had put clean clothes on. Vegeta gave a nod of his head and stood up. Goku narrowed his eyes at him.
"Why did you come Vegeta?" Vegeta's lips narrowed.
"Bulma wants you and Gohan to come over for dinner. She was also wondering if you could spend the night, seeing as how she hasn't seen you in awhile."
Goku sighed, then stretched his arms as he thought it over. He glanced down when he felt Gohan tugging at his shirt.
"Could we dad!? Please!!!" Gohan looked hopefully up at him. Goku's lips twitched and he nodded.
"Yeah!!" Gohan beamed at his dad, then at Vegeta.
Vegeta crossed his arms and stated that they'd better get a move on, because he didn't want to catch an earful from his wife. Goku chuckled, realizing it's been awhile since he even cracked a smile. Vegeta gave him a dirty look and told him to shut up, then they flew towards Capsule Corporation.
"Goku!!! Oh man, it's great to see you!" Bulma cried as she hugged him, wrapping her arms around his neck. He grinned and hugged her back.
"Yeah well. It wasn't my choice to stay away," he stated quietly. Bulma felt her cheeks redden.
"Well! Let's put all that behind us and make up for lost time!" Bulma grasped his hand and pulled him towards the kitchen. She looked back at him. "I know you're just dying for some home-cooking!" Goku smiled in response. Gohan followed eagerly.
Vegeta watched Bulma pull Goku towards his favorite place; the kitchen, and Gohan following close behind. He snorted. They're never going to change! He thought. Then he spotted Trista a few yards away, flying towards Capsule Corporation. He lifted into the air, intercepting her path. She frowned at him, not in the least pleased. She felt her lips thin and she glared at Vegeta.
"Get out of my way," she stated loudly, making a move to go around him. He looked at her, realizing that she has yet to realize that Goku was there.
He grabbed her arm, ignoring her protest. "Goku's here." He watched for her reaction.
She gave no emotion away. Trista jerked her arm free and lowered herself to the ground. Her eyes narrowed when he tried to intercept her from going into the house. She growled at him to move, and when he didn't, she reared back her fist, ready to punch him.
"What's going on Vegeta? I thought I heard Trista's voice!" Bulma stood behind Vegeta, arms folded. She scowled at Trista when she saw that Trista's fist was raised to strike her husband. She frowned and stepped out of the doorway.
"Trista! What do you think you're doing?"
Trista glanced at Bulma, then back at Vegeta, and slowly dropped her arm. She sent the saiyan prince a glare, then turned to Bulma.
"Your husband is acting like a child. He will not move from the doorway so I can go into the house." Trista muttered, then sneered at Vegeta. Vegeta's lips twisted.
"That's probably because Goku's in there and I was just trying to give you fair warning!" He then stepped aside, allowing her access. "But be my guest. Go ahead. I'm not stopping you," he said, sarcasm laced in his voice.
Trista sent him another glare and went to go into the house, but was stopped by a wall of muscle. Her head jerked up, recognizing it was Goku just by his scent. A feeling of déjà vù swept over her and a flash of memory came back to her. When she was just coming out of the training room and had bumped into the same wall. Then she had acted foolishly, mumbling something and stepping around him. Well! She thought, not today! She glared at him, expecting him to move. He narrowed his eyes at her, gazing down at her face. Everyone tensed as they watched the two fighters. Bulma snaked a glance at Vegeta, and realized that he was watching with acute interest and readiness. Probably ready to step in if they start fighting, she mused. Really, she thought, he could be so sweet! She smiled to herself, then turned back to the two in the doorway. She watched the display of emotions race across Goku's face, then his face hardened. He took a step back, letting her through. Trista's chin rose as she walked away from him, her eyes hard, not giving anything away. Bulma silently sighed in relief, her gaze going to Vegeta, noticing that he had relaxed his stance. There was a brief pause of uncomfortable silence before Bulma cleared her throat, not liking the tension that crackled through the air. She quietly announced that dinner was almost ready, and asked if Goku would help her in the kitchen. Goku nodded, not looking at her. She studied him, noticing that his mind was miles away. She grabbed his arm and headed for the sanctuary the kitchen provided for much needed questions, and even more much needed answers.
Goku couldn't believe the way Trista had looked at him! She had acted as if he was the scum of the earth and she was to good to walk on it. He grimaced, also having noticed the way Vegeta and Bulma had studied them, as if they were about to fight. Well, he sighed, Trista sure as hell looked like it! He had wanted to grab her and kiss her senseless the moment he had seen her. But he had held back, knowing that that wouldn't have been a good idea. And he was right. She had looked at him as if he were nothing! She had practically looked right through him! He gave a sound of disgust and Bulma jerked her head up to look at him. I wonder what's going through that mind of his! She thought, clearly seeing that something was bothering him. And that something was upstairs with Gohan, careless to anything going on down here! She scowled at the container of milk she had brought out to make a cake. She quickly whipped the batter, all the while doing the same to her thoughts. She glanced at Goku again from the corner of her eye. He was clearly not pleased at the way Trista had acted towards him, she thought, sarcastically. And Trista had acted irresponsibly, sneering and glaring at him the way she did. Bulma consciously shrugged, at least they hadn't started yelling and fighting like usual. Her lips quirked at that. Hell, if she was anyone to judge, the way Trista had acted a minute ago was far worse. It looks as if she's giving him the silent treatment. Her eyes narrowed. I think that the fighting and yelling was better than this. At least we had something to break up! Now we have no idea who is going to explode first, Goku or Trista!! She glanced at Goku again. He was studied the grease stain on the wall in front of him that Bulma had made when she had been cooking the ribs. He was looking at the wall as if he wanted to blast it. Bulma gulped, hoping Vegeta would come in here soon.
Goku noticed that Bulma kept glancing at him, and he sent her a reassuring smile, which didn't seem to reassure her at all because her eyes narrowed. His smile disappeared, and replaced with a frown. He gave a sound of disgust and quickly left the kitchen. Why the hell is Trista acting so negatively towards me? I hadn't done a damn thing to her! Well, he thought, there was that one time that they had almost did it, but he had stopped in time. Was that what this was all about? His mouth thinned into a straight line, and he crossed his arms. She couldn't have feelings for me, could she? His mind answered a second later with a NO, of course not! Not with the way she had acted towards you a few minutes ago! Goku sighed, clearly not liking where this was going. He pondered over reasons as to why she was so mad. Well, he started, there was that time they had left her sleeping in the clearing, and it had started raining. But he quickly shook his head. That was months ago, she should be over that by now! Then there was that time when he had been glancing at her one too many times across the dinner table. He shook his head a second time. That couldn't be it either! That's just ridiculous if she's still mad about that!! Goku groaned. He fell heavily onto the couch, thinking he would never understand women!!
"Trista, do you hate my dad?" Gohan glanced at her from his perch on the balcony. They had finished talking and now he was walking across the railing, waiting for dinner. Trista's head came up from the book she had been reading.
She hesitated before answering. "It all depends on what you mean by hate." Gohan glanced at her face, but she gave nothing away.
Trista's gaze quickly went back to her book. Gohan frowned at her bent head, thinking of how to ask his next question. Trista started talking before he could put it into words.
"Because you know that Goku has been most unreasonable to me! And besides, I don't even think that your dad likes me." Her eyes briefly met his and skidded away. Gohan's eyebrows furrowed.
"But how could he not like you? I like you!"
Trista sent him a small smile. "I know Gohan. I like you too." Then her eyes shifted, noticing where he was sitting. She cleared her throat. "Could you get down from there. You're making me nervous!"
Gohan grinned. "What are you talking about? I can fly!" Gohan laughed at her expression.
She scowled. "Yeah, well. Just get down okay?" Her eyes returned to her book.
Gohan quirked an eyebrow. "Ok. But I can fly, you know I can. So can you! Why don't you want me on the balcony?"
Trista practically squirmed. She didn't meet his eyes, and stared hard at her book. She pressed her lips together, not ready to tell him. Gohan said her name questionably and she looked up. He raised a eyebrow. Her lips quirked at his grown up expression. She sat the book down.
"You promise not to tell anyone!?" Gohan nodded. Trista sighed, then said, "I'm afraid of heights, and you give me the willies sitting on that balcony railing!" Her cheeks reddened.
Gohan's eyes widened. "What are you talking about, you're scared of heights? But you fly all the time! And it never bothers you." He paused. "Does it?"
Trista chewed on her lower lip. "Actually," she began slowly, "I only fly because I have to. If I had a car, I wouldn't fly if my life depended on it!" She shrugged. "And besides, I don't want to look like a "weakling" to anyone."
Gohan laughed. He laughed!! Trista narrowed her eyes at him and frowned. She can't believe he laughed at her! Gohan noticed her expression and apologized, explaining that he was just surprised at her confession. She grinned at him, telling him she understood. She dog-eared her page and closed the book. She threw it on her shelf with all the others, then led the way out of the door.
"Time to eat!" Gohan said, sniffing the air.
Trista chuckled at his male habit. The laughter immediately died on her lips when she soon realized that they were to dine with her, or rather, her, Bulma, and Vegeta. She gave a disgusted sound in the back of her throat, then immediately felt guilty. She looked down at Gohan. She liked his company. She liked kids period. Then she frowned, remembering one that didn't like the fact that she had refused to go out with him. She scowled. Trunks was persistent, she would give him that. She had sighed with relief when he had finally realized that she was not going to date him. Vegeta had tried to tell him, she had tried to tell him! But he had finally got the message when she had flat out said NO! she was not going out with him, not ever! Trista inwardly grimaced as she remembered the hurt look on his face. She hadn't wanted to hurt him, and that was the reason she had kindly rebuffed him, but jeez! Enough was enough. She had plainly told him that, and he had left the day after, saying that he was going to train with Goku. They hadn't seen him since. He's probably somewhere sulking, she mused. She came out of her thoughts with a jolt. Or rather, a very male, very masculine, chest jolt! Why the hell do they kept meeting like this? She immediately went around him. Goku reached for her arm, but she jerked away from him, sending him a nasty look.
"I need to talk to you." Goku kept his voice low, as not to draw attention to them.
Trista flipped her hair back. "I have nothing to say to you," she sneered at him.
A muscle twitched in his cheek as he ground his teeth together. He gave a frustrated growl and grasped her wrist. She opened her mouth to shout at him, but he quickly remedied that. Her eyes widened when she felt the pressure of his mouth against hers, then he quickly drew back.
"I'll do it again if you so much as raise your voice!"
Trista narrowed her eyes and her nostrils flared in outrage. Her eyes shot sparks at him. He ignored it and pulled her into a room, closing and locking it behind them. He finally let go of her wrist, which she immediately began rubbing. Goku's mouth twisted.
"I didn't hurt you." He stated flatly.
Trista's chin rose a notch. "That's for me to know." She spun around, surveying the room he so rudely dragged her into. She frowned when she realized it was the bathroom.
"Why the hell do you want to talk to me in a bathroom?" she sneered, turning partly towards him.
"It was the closest room." He said sarcastically.
Trista put her hands on her hips, and her frown deepened. "You wanted to talk, so talk!"
Goku's lips thinned. "You calm down and I will talk!" He folded his arms.
Trista growled in frustration. She knew, she knew that this was going to be a long night! She leaned up against the counter, and waited.
"Dad, are you alright?" Gohan asked as he watched his dad stare blankly at the television. Goku glanced at his son, blinked, then took a shuddering breath.
"Yes Son. I'm fine." His mouth spread into a smile, but it didn't reach his eyes.
Gohan watched his father for a moment longer. Then he shook his head. He had no idea what was going on, but his dad has been acting strange for the past two and a half months. Especially around Trista! Then his eyebrows shot up. Could it be that my dad likes Trista!? He felt a grin spread across his face, imagining him, Trista, and his dad going on picnics and having real home-cooked meals again. His mouth watered. He hadn't had a home-cooked meal since his mom died! Maybe he could ask Trista to come over one day and cook! His eyes lit up at the thought. He quickly came out of his daydreaming when he heard a knock on the door. He spared a glance at his dad. His dad didn't move a muscle to answer it! He sighed in frustration, then went and opened the front door.
"Hey Vegeta! What are you doing here?" Gohan looked at Vegeta, confused. Vegeta never came over on his own violation.
"Did you come to see my dad?" When he saw Vegeta's nod, he added in a whisper, "my dad has been acting weird! Do you have any idea why?" Vegeta nodded. Gohan's face brightened. "Could you tell me. He really has me worried!" Gohan's face fell a moment later when Vegeta shook his head. "I have to talk to Kakkarott." Vegeta gestured towards the door. "Are you going to let me in?" Gohan nodded and moved away.
Vegeta quickly closed the door and surveyed the room, taking in the dirty dishes in the sink and the unclean look of the house. His brow furrowed. That had always been ChiChi's job. Looks like Goku can't take care of himself! Vegeta smirked. Then he spotted Goku on the couch, gazing at the TV. Vegeta's eyes slid towards the television, and one eyebrow shot up when he noticed that the TV was cut off. He quickly glanced at Goku again, then down at his son. Gohan sent him a look that said, Told you! Vegeta folded his arms and slowly walked around the couch. When Goku didn't respond, he waved a hand in front of his face. Goku looked up with a start, looking as if he had just come out of a dream. Vegeta didn't say anything, just quirked an eyebrow at him. Goku scowled at him, then sighed. He ran a hand over his face, and threw his hair. Vegeta looked at him in disgust. His hair looked as if it hadn't been brushed in a week. He had bags under his eyes, and his clothes were wrinkled.
"Have you even took a bath?" Vegeta asked, taking a step back.
Goku narrowed his eyes at him. "Of course!"
Vegeta humphed and quickly came to the assumption that he wasn't going to tell Goku what he had intended. THAT can wait for later. Goku had other problems to worry about, such as taking care of himself and his son. Vegeta's lips quirked as another thought occurred to him. Goku also has to put up with his wife this evening. Before he had even set foot off of Capsule Corporations, Bulma had made him promise to invite Goku and Gohan over for supper, even if it meant kicking and screaming. Vegeta grinned at that. He knew one way that would get Goku kicking and screaming. Vegeta chuckled to himself as he remembered when ChiChi had tried to give Goku a shot. Goku hated needles! He became serious a moment later and watched as Goku went into his bedroom. Vegeta glanced at the couch, and wrinkling his nose, sat in the chair farthest from it. He looked up an hour later when Goku opened his door. Vegeta could see that Goku had taken a bath, and had put clean clothes on. Vegeta gave a nod of his head and stood up. Goku narrowed his eyes at him.
"Why did you come Vegeta?" Vegeta's lips narrowed.
"Bulma wants you and Gohan to come over for dinner. She was also wondering if you could spend the night, seeing as how she hasn't seen you in awhile."
Goku sighed, then stretched his arms as he thought it over. He glanced down when he felt Gohan tugging at his shirt.
"Could we dad!? Please!!!" Gohan looked hopefully up at him. Goku's lips twitched and he nodded.
"Yeah!!" Gohan beamed at his dad, then at Vegeta.
Vegeta crossed his arms and stated that they'd better get a move on, because he didn't want to catch an earful from his wife. Goku chuckled, realizing it's been awhile since he even cracked a smile. Vegeta gave him a dirty look and told him to shut up, then they flew towards Capsule Corporation.
"Goku!!! Oh man, it's great to see you!" Bulma cried as she hugged him, wrapping her arms around his neck. He grinned and hugged her back.
"Yeah well. It wasn't my choice to stay away," he stated quietly. Bulma felt her cheeks redden.
"Well! Let's put all that behind us and make up for lost time!" Bulma grasped his hand and pulled him towards the kitchen. She looked back at him. "I know you're just dying for some home-cooking!" Goku smiled in response. Gohan followed eagerly.
Vegeta watched Bulma pull Goku towards his favorite place; the kitchen, and Gohan following close behind. He snorted. They're never going to change! He thought. Then he spotted Trista a few yards away, flying towards Capsule Corporation. He lifted into the air, intercepting her path. She frowned at him, not in the least pleased. She felt her lips thin and she glared at Vegeta.
"Get out of my way," she stated loudly, making a move to go around him. He looked at her, realizing that she has yet to realize that Goku was there.
He grabbed her arm, ignoring her protest. "Goku's here." He watched for her reaction.
She gave no emotion away. Trista jerked her arm free and lowered herself to the ground. Her eyes narrowed when he tried to intercept her from going into the house. She growled at him to move, and when he didn't, she reared back her fist, ready to punch him.
"What's going on Vegeta? I thought I heard Trista's voice!" Bulma stood behind Vegeta, arms folded. She scowled at Trista when she saw that Trista's fist was raised to strike her husband. She frowned and stepped out of the doorway.
"Trista! What do you think you're doing?"
Trista glanced at Bulma, then back at Vegeta, and slowly dropped her arm. She sent the saiyan prince a glare, then turned to Bulma.
"Your husband is acting like a child. He will not move from the doorway so I can go into the house." Trista muttered, then sneered at Vegeta. Vegeta's lips twisted.
"That's probably because Goku's in there and I was just trying to give you fair warning!" He then stepped aside, allowing her access. "But be my guest. Go ahead. I'm not stopping you," he said, sarcasm laced in his voice.
Trista sent him another glare and went to go into the house, but was stopped by a wall of muscle. Her head jerked up, recognizing it was Goku just by his scent. A feeling of déjà vù swept over her and a flash of memory came back to her. When she was just coming out of the training room and had bumped into the same wall. Then she had acted foolishly, mumbling something and stepping around him. Well! She thought, not today! She glared at him, expecting him to move. He narrowed his eyes at her, gazing down at her face. Everyone tensed as they watched the two fighters. Bulma snaked a glance at Vegeta, and realized that he was watching with acute interest and readiness. Probably ready to step in if they start fighting, she mused. Really, she thought, he could be so sweet! She smiled to herself, then turned back to the two in the doorway. She watched the display of emotions race across Goku's face, then his face hardened. He took a step back, letting her through. Trista's chin rose as she walked away from him, her eyes hard, not giving anything away. Bulma silently sighed in relief, her gaze going to Vegeta, noticing that he had relaxed his stance. There was a brief pause of uncomfortable silence before Bulma cleared her throat, not liking the tension that crackled through the air. She quietly announced that dinner was almost ready, and asked if Goku would help her in the kitchen. Goku nodded, not looking at her. She studied him, noticing that his mind was miles away. She grabbed his arm and headed for the sanctuary the kitchen provided for much needed questions, and even more much needed answers.
Goku couldn't believe the way Trista had looked at him! She had acted as if he was the scum of the earth and she was to good to walk on it. He grimaced, also having noticed the way Vegeta and Bulma had studied them, as if they were about to fight. Well, he sighed, Trista sure as hell looked like it! He had wanted to grab her and kiss her senseless the moment he had seen her. But he had held back, knowing that that wouldn't have been a good idea. And he was right. She had looked at him as if he were nothing! She had practically looked right through him! He gave a sound of disgust and Bulma jerked her head up to look at him. I wonder what's going through that mind of his! She thought, clearly seeing that something was bothering him. And that something was upstairs with Gohan, careless to anything going on down here! She scowled at the container of milk she had brought out to make a cake. She quickly whipped the batter, all the while doing the same to her thoughts. She glanced at Goku again from the corner of her eye. He was clearly not pleased at the way Trista had acted towards him, she thought, sarcastically. And Trista had acted irresponsibly, sneering and glaring at him the way she did. Bulma consciously shrugged, at least they hadn't started yelling and fighting like usual. Her lips quirked at that. Hell, if she was anyone to judge, the way Trista had acted a minute ago was far worse. It looks as if she's giving him the silent treatment. Her eyes narrowed. I think that the fighting and yelling was better than this. At least we had something to break up! Now we have no idea who is going to explode first, Goku or Trista!! She glanced at Goku again. He was studied the grease stain on the wall in front of him that Bulma had made when she had been cooking the ribs. He was looking at the wall as if he wanted to blast it. Bulma gulped, hoping Vegeta would come in here soon.
Goku noticed that Bulma kept glancing at him, and he sent her a reassuring smile, which didn't seem to reassure her at all because her eyes narrowed. His smile disappeared, and replaced with a frown. He gave a sound of disgust and quickly left the kitchen. Why the hell is Trista acting so negatively towards me? I hadn't done a damn thing to her! Well, he thought, there was that one time that they had almost did it, but he had stopped in time. Was that what this was all about? His mouth thinned into a straight line, and he crossed his arms. She couldn't have feelings for me, could she? His mind answered a second later with a NO, of course not! Not with the way she had acted towards you a few minutes ago! Goku sighed, clearly not liking where this was going. He pondered over reasons as to why she was so mad. Well, he started, there was that time they had left her sleeping in the clearing, and it had started raining. But he quickly shook his head. That was months ago, she should be over that by now! Then there was that time when he had been glancing at her one too many times across the dinner table. He shook his head a second time. That couldn't be it either! That's just ridiculous if she's still mad about that!! Goku groaned. He fell heavily onto the couch, thinking he would never understand women!!
"Trista, do you hate my dad?" Gohan glanced at her from his perch on the balcony. They had finished talking and now he was walking across the railing, waiting for dinner. Trista's head came up from the book she had been reading.
She hesitated before answering. "It all depends on what you mean by hate." Gohan glanced at her face, but she gave nothing away.
Trista's gaze quickly went back to her book. Gohan frowned at her bent head, thinking of how to ask his next question. Trista started talking before he could put it into words.
"Because you know that Goku has been most unreasonable to me! And besides, I don't even think that your dad likes me." Her eyes briefly met his and skidded away. Gohan's eyebrows furrowed.
"But how could he not like you? I like you!"
Trista sent him a small smile. "I know Gohan. I like you too." Then her eyes shifted, noticing where he was sitting. She cleared her throat. "Could you get down from there. You're making me nervous!"
Gohan grinned. "What are you talking about? I can fly!" Gohan laughed at her expression.
She scowled. "Yeah, well. Just get down okay?" Her eyes returned to her book.
Gohan quirked an eyebrow. "Ok. But I can fly, you know I can. So can you! Why don't you want me on the balcony?"
Trista practically squirmed. She didn't meet his eyes, and stared hard at her book. She pressed her lips together, not ready to tell him. Gohan said her name questionably and she looked up. He raised a eyebrow. Her lips quirked at his grown up expression. She sat the book down.
"You promise not to tell anyone!?" Gohan nodded. Trista sighed, then said, "I'm afraid of heights, and you give me the willies sitting on that balcony railing!" Her cheeks reddened.
Gohan's eyes widened. "What are you talking about, you're scared of heights? But you fly all the time! And it never bothers you." He paused. "Does it?"
Trista chewed on her lower lip. "Actually," she began slowly, "I only fly because I have to. If I had a car, I wouldn't fly if my life depended on it!" She shrugged. "And besides, I don't want to look like a "weakling" to anyone."
Gohan laughed. He laughed!! Trista narrowed her eyes at him and frowned. She can't believe he laughed at her! Gohan noticed her expression and apologized, explaining that he was just surprised at her confession. She grinned at him, telling him she understood. She dog-eared her page and closed the book. She threw it on her shelf with all the others, then led the way out of the door.
"Time to eat!" Gohan said, sniffing the air.
Trista chuckled at his male habit. The laughter immediately died on her lips when she soon realized that they were to dine with her, or rather, her, Bulma, and Vegeta. She gave a disgusted sound in the back of her throat, then immediately felt guilty. She looked down at Gohan. She liked his company. She liked kids period. Then she frowned, remembering one that didn't like the fact that she had refused to go out with him. She scowled. Trunks was persistent, she would give him that. She had sighed with relief when he had finally realized that she was not going to date him. Vegeta had tried to tell him, she had tried to tell him! But he had finally got the message when she had flat out said NO! she was not going out with him, not ever! Trista inwardly grimaced as she remembered the hurt look on his face. She hadn't wanted to hurt him, and that was the reason she had kindly rebuffed him, but jeez! Enough was enough. She had plainly told him that, and he had left the day after, saying that he was going to train with Goku. They hadn't seen him since. He's probably somewhere sulking, she mused. She came out of her thoughts with a jolt. Or rather, a very male, very masculine, chest jolt! Why the hell do they kept meeting like this? She immediately went around him. Goku reached for her arm, but she jerked away from him, sending him a nasty look.
"I need to talk to you." Goku kept his voice low, as not to draw attention to them.
Trista flipped her hair back. "I have nothing to say to you," she sneered at him.
A muscle twitched in his cheek as he ground his teeth together. He gave a frustrated growl and grasped her wrist. She opened her mouth to shout at him, but he quickly remedied that. Her eyes widened when she felt the pressure of his mouth against hers, then he quickly drew back.
"I'll do it again if you so much as raise your voice!"
Trista narrowed her eyes and her nostrils flared in outrage. Her eyes shot sparks at him. He ignored it and pulled her into a room, closing and locking it behind them. He finally let go of her wrist, which she immediately began rubbing. Goku's mouth twisted.
"I didn't hurt you." He stated flatly.
Trista's chin rose a notch. "That's for me to know." She spun around, surveying the room he so rudely dragged her into. She frowned when she realized it was the bathroom.
"Why the hell do you want to talk to me in a bathroom?" she sneered, turning partly towards him.
"It was the closest room." He said sarcastically.
Trista put her hands on her hips, and her frown deepened. "You wanted to talk, so talk!"
Goku's lips thinned. "You calm down and I will talk!" He folded his arms.
Trista growled in frustration. She knew, she knew that this was going to be a long night! She leaned up against the counter, and waited.