Be Silent
Disclaimer: I only own Nanaki, not DBZ.
Author's Note: I am SO impatient. I just update whenever I feel like it. Probably every day. Oh well, it's fun, and I'm sure you people don't mind.
Chapter 9: It worked!
For several weeks Trunks dropped numerous small hints. Every one of them caught Bulma's attention. Then Trunks had the chance of a lifetime. "Hey, Aki, you do know there's a dance at my school, right?" he asked on day as they passed the door of the room Bulma occupied.
"Am I supposed to care?" she spat back. "It's not my school until next year."
"They're letting students from your grade come if they have dates from my school."
"I don't, so why the hell are you bothering me?!"
"Come on, you know you want to come. Just think of who'll be there."
Nanaki whirled to face him. "I. Don't. Care," she hissed. "Why are you suddenly bugging me? You follow me around and say stuff about your idiot friend. Well you know what? He's a retard, and so are you. Now leave me alone." She turned back and began to stalk off.
Trunks just smirked. "You know you like him, Aki." He could see his mother out of the corner of his eye straining her ears to listen. It was working.
Aki fixed him with a venomous death glare before stomping down the hall and slamming her bedroom door. Bra peeked out of her adjacent room to see what all the noise was about before she scuttled towards Nanaki's door. She knocked lightly.
"Go away Trunks!" Aki shouted.
"It's Bra!" The door was opened just enough for the toddler to be allowed inside.
Trunks shrugged and walked towards the hall phone to call Goten and inform him of the progress. To his great surprise, his mother was already using the telephone. He overheard the conversation.
"-So I was just wondering if maybe you could put in a word?" asked Bulma.
"You bet I can, I'll be glad to finally see Goten dating someone I can trust." Trunks recognized the voice as that of the ever-protective and always-suspicious Chichi. He silently celebrated. His little plot had worked, and even faster than he had anticipated. Goten would be thrilled.
He ran to his room and grabbed his cell phone, quickly dialing his friend's number. Goten picked up the other end and answered with a groggy "Hello?"
"Goten, wake up or you'll think you dreamed this," Trunks said.
"I am awake. Tell me."
"It worked."
"Huh?"
Trunks rolled his eyes and snorted. "You're NOT awake. The plan worked, idiot. My mom's talking to yours right now so that you'll take Aki to the dance."
"Really? That's great! Can I go back to sleep now?" Goten asked pleadingly.
"Yeah, whatever. See you at school."
"Bye." Goten hung up the phone and laid his head back down on his desk where he was supposed to be doing his homework. He noticed that he had drooled on his Trigonometry and switched to a fresh piece of notebook paper. He hadn't written anything down yet anyway.
A knock came at the door, and he called for whoever it was to come inside. It was Chichi. "Goten, honey?" she said. "Could I ask you something?"
"Sure Mom. What is it?" he replied, suppressing a yawn.
"Nanaki needs someone to take her to the school dance. Would you do it?"
He shrugged, trying to hide his excitement. "Sure, I'll take her," he readily agreed. Chichi smiled warmly and patted him maternally on the head before returning to the phone.
Goten turned back to his homework paper, but he certainly wasn't doing his homework. He began to draw hearts on the paper as he daydreamed, filling all of them with "Goten + Aki 4-ever" or "Son Aki."
Disclaimer: I only own Nanaki, not DBZ.
Author's Note: I am SO impatient. I just update whenever I feel like it. Probably every day. Oh well, it's fun, and I'm sure you people don't mind.
Chapter 9: It worked!
For several weeks Trunks dropped numerous small hints. Every one of them caught Bulma's attention. Then Trunks had the chance of a lifetime. "Hey, Aki, you do know there's a dance at my school, right?" he asked on day as they passed the door of the room Bulma occupied.
"Am I supposed to care?" she spat back. "It's not my school until next year."
"They're letting students from your grade come if they have dates from my school."
"I don't, so why the hell are you bothering me?!"
"Come on, you know you want to come. Just think of who'll be there."
Nanaki whirled to face him. "I. Don't. Care," she hissed. "Why are you suddenly bugging me? You follow me around and say stuff about your idiot friend. Well you know what? He's a retard, and so are you. Now leave me alone." She turned back and began to stalk off.
Trunks just smirked. "You know you like him, Aki." He could see his mother out of the corner of his eye straining her ears to listen. It was working.
Aki fixed him with a venomous death glare before stomping down the hall and slamming her bedroom door. Bra peeked out of her adjacent room to see what all the noise was about before she scuttled towards Nanaki's door. She knocked lightly.
"Go away Trunks!" Aki shouted.
"It's Bra!" The door was opened just enough for the toddler to be allowed inside.
Trunks shrugged and walked towards the hall phone to call Goten and inform him of the progress. To his great surprise, his mother was already using the telephone. He overheard the conversation.
"-So I was just wondering if maybe you could put in a word?" asked Bulma.
"You bet I can, I'll be glad to finally see Goten dating someone I can trust." Trunks recognized the voice as that of the ever-protective and always-suspicious Chichi. He silently celebrated. His little plot had worked, and even faster than he had anticipated. Goten would be thrilled.
He ran to his room and grabbed his cell phone, quickly dialing his friend's number. Goten picked up the other end and answered with a groggy "Hello?"
"Goten, wake up or you'll think you dreamed this," Trunks said.
"I am awake. Tell me."
"It worked."
"Huh?"
Trunks rolled his eyes and snorted. "You're NOT awake. The plan worked, idiot. My mom's talking to yours right now so that you'll take Aki to the dance."
"Really? That's great! Can I go back to sleep now?" Goten asked pleadingly.
"Yeah, whatever. See you at school."
"Bye." Goten hung up the phone and laid his head back down on his desk where he was supposed to be doing his homework. He noticed that he had drooled on his Trigonometry and switched to a fresh piece of notebook paper. He hadn't written anything down yet anyway.
A knock came at the door, and he called for whoever it was to come inside. It was Chichi. "Goten, honey?" she said. "Could I ask you something?"
"Sure Mom. What is it?" he replied, suppressing a yawn.
"Nanaki needs someone to take her to the school dance. Would you do it?"
He shrugged, trying to hide his excitement. "Sure, I'll take her," he readily agreed. Chichi smiled warmly and patted him maternally on the head before returning to the phone.
Goten turned back to his homework paper, but he certainly wasn't doing his homework. He began to draw hearts on the paper as he daydreamed, filling all of them with "Goten + Aki 4-ever" or "Son Aki."