There is always 'Hope'

Chapter 2 Just Ordinary

After a quick while Trunks had a full stomach and was completely satisfied. As soon as he finished he licked around his lips tasting the sweet syrup that had dripped from his mouth when he was eating his waffles. He patted his stomach lightly leaning back some against the chair as he looked around for any waiter that might not be busy. It was weird though, no customers except him and some old couple, and no waiters around. A group of laughter could be heard in the back; pots and pans falling and even dishes shattering as they smash into the floor. Trunks tilted his head to one side perking an eyebrow as his hand found the back of his neck scratching it some as he made his usual 'what the fuck is going on?' expression. He really didn't want to spend any more time in the restaurant; it was senseless for him to just stay there looking blankly at his pile of vacant dishes. If he did stay there he would just order again. Being in a place where there is mountains of food can make anyone hungry no matter how full they might be.

"Ay, nada que ver! Ya no mames y callate el osico!"

Trunks turned instantly hearing a familiar voice yelling a bunch of gibberish he didn't understand. He shuddered a bit wondering if this was some kind of bizarre language woman used when they were irritated. He's lived long enough to understand woman. Ok let me rephrase that. He's lived long enough to know what not to do to upset woman. He, yet, didn't understand them, since, like they say, "Man are from Mars, Woman are from Venus." Kind of a catchy phrase, don't you think?

"Ya! Calmate! I gotta work so dejame!"

Trunks was still without a clue of what she was saying. It was Dianne. Or Dia as she said her friends called her. She was cursing loudly at some other employer. Or at least that's what Trunks thought it was. He pondered if he should raise his hand and ask for the bill but his mind was straight away modified when she roared something that Trunks tried to pronounce softly to himself. Pendejo? Now what in the world was that? None of this commotion was his business but he somewhat felt he was in the middle of it even though he was out of sight from them.

"Stop it or I'll quit!"

Just when Trunks thought it was a good time she yells out she quits. Just his luck.

"Ok, Ok. Fine!..Ugh! I said Fine! Now leave me alone so I can do my job!"

'Now seems like a good time.' Trunks thought to himself as he gradually raised his hand up. No one seemed to pay any attention to him so he sighed softly knowing he'll have to speak up. Dianne seemed a bit on the verge of killing anyone in her path.

"Umm, Miss? Miss?…..Dianne??"

"What??"

He jumped slightly from his seat when she turned to him. She gasped when she saw Trunks smiling a bit of a crooked smile. She raised her hand sighing that she'll be with him in a few seconds. He was relived he was leaving. This really didn't seem like your ordinary, everyday family restaurant.

"I apologize for jumping at you the way I did earlier. It's just that nada que ver con this job."

"It's okay you know that..Huh?Your what job?"

She was picking up the last plate from the table almost dropping them when she heard the big HUH? from him. She rolled her eyes remembering where she was. With the pile of empty plates on her arms she managed to peek through and glimpse at Trunks chuckling a bit as she rephrased what she just said.

"I said. It's just that this job totally sucks. I mean ive only been here for not even an hour and I already hate it and my bos keeps on biting my head off. It just happens that I just became his favorite employer.

He loves me so much that he doesn't mind me cursing at him."

"I see….Some bos you got there."

"Yep. Aren't I a lucky one. Well hope you enjoyed your breakfast and if you don't come back I understand, I gotta admit the foods great but this place sucks, I wouldn't come back either. Well nice meeting you Toran."

"It's Trunks."

"Oh. Sorry. Nice meeting you Trunks. Have a nice day. I gotta say that, supposaly I won't get a tip if I don't."

Trunks simply smiled and watched her leave with the stack of plates on her arms. She kicked the door and her yelling was heard once more, same goes for the dishes, they were breaking once again. He reached into his back pocket and obtained all his change in his hand. He saw that he only had about five cents and a twenty. He wasn't willing on giving her only five cents tip, she did entertain him for the little time he was here plus she made him smile; something he hadn't done in years. He thought for a moment thinking what he would need the money for later on. Nothing came up his mind so he just placed the twenty under the salt and pepper hoping nobody would snatch it away but Dia. He glanced around and saw that he was now the only one in the restaurant so he stuffed his hands in his pockets like he previously had them and walked out.

Dia on the other hand strolled towards Trunks' table to clean it up. Her eyes widened in surprise at the huge amount of tip he had left.

"How much was the food he ate??" she whispered looking down at her hands as she counted with her fingers.

"Woah. I just found myself my favorite customer," she said picking up the money and placing it in her pocket.

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Trunks was once again in his house training, like always. He felt like he needed the exercise, which of course he didn't. He did a numerous amounts of kicks and punches in midair. It had been almost 4 hours since his non stop training and he was surprised he was tired, by now he hadn't even felt the burn but now he couldn't keep on. His legs burned and his back ached as well as his shoulders. Sweat dropped from his forehead to his cheek down his collarbone and bare chest.

"Hope this isn't a sign of aging. I know im not old, I'm only 23. Oh well, I guess I'll hit the shower."

He levitated himself into his room and headed straight for the shower.

After 20 minutes he laid in his bed arms crossed behind his head thinking about Dia.

Dia?

He blushed furiously at himself. Why was he thinking about a waitress? She had no affect on him whatsoever. Or did she?

Nah.

She just made him smile and laugh and almost gave him the time of his life with her rudeness and dreadful language. Which by the way he figured out that it was Spanish. Weird though. He'd never met anyone who knew Spanish. Not that it interested him just made him ponder what the hell she was yelling about.

He couldn't lie to himself and deny that she wasn't beautiful because she was. She was pretty, no she was beautiful, nope she was beyond beautiful, she was gorgeous and if there was a word bigger than gorgeous she would be that.

Her image was stuck on his head. Beautiful, dark brown hair that rested just above her chest with matching dark brown eyes and a very attractive body; firm chest, slim waist, beautiful, tanned, legs. And a smile that lightened up everything around her.

It had been a long while since he had been with a woman. It was hard to find a decent one who wouldn't want him for his look and/or money rather than his personality. He knew he had a great personality, his mother always said so. Mothers always know best, don't they?

"Mom, how I wish you were here with me bugging me about my relationship with girls."

Sad. His thoughts ran back to his mother.

'I really need to keep myself busy. I can't go on living like this,' he said softly rolling over on his bed crying himself to sleep just like used to do so when his father was gone.

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"Im leaving! My shift here is over!! Well, for today that is."

Dianne cursed soon after she grabbed her coat and actually ran out the restaurant.

"Dia! Get back here! Te crees especial o que?? Ven pa' 'ca!" Her bos hollered as he watched her run off like a little girl.

"God, what am I going to do with that girl? Acting that way ain't going to get her no where in life."

He shook his head angrily at himself as he continued washing the dishes.

"Finally im free!!" Dia screamed out not caring about the staring faces. She closed her eyes inhaling a huge amount of air and exhaling it. She loved it when she was alone. She had gotten used to it by now. She was, as many people could tell or would say, not normal. Different was something she adored to be. Being the same bored her and she teased people when they made fun of her cause she was different but she laughed cause they were all the same.

The only thing that made her different was that she loved to express herself and her opinion was always heard whether it was a good thing or not. Whatever was on her mind didn't stay in her mind, it always managed to fly out of her mouth.

"Well this sucks! I managed to finish work but now I have nothing else to do but to go home."

She kicked the sidewalk while cursing loudly.

She peeked into her pockets searching for her keys as she went up the steps to her apartment door.

"Home sweet home but boring!"

She threw the keys on the couch and slid her coat off placing it on a kitchen stool as she fumbled around looking inside the fridge.

"What do we have here….frozen french fries, my favorite." she exaggerated as she grasped the bag of frozen fries and ripped it open emptying it on a pan located on the stove.

Minutes later she walked to her bedroom and turned on the t.v hoping there would be something good on.

"Ooh goody, Sailor Moon is on."

She joked hoping someone would laugh at her stupid exaggerated joke, but of course she was alone; the only thing keeping her company were her fries, changing the channel she took a whole bunch of fries, as many as her hand could handle, and stuffed them in her mouth.

She paused when she flipped through the channels and came across a movie, which was already ending; it showed a young couple realizing they were always in love and ending the movie with a loving kiss.

Dia narrowed her eyes and threw the remote at the television set after she turned it off.

"Oh give me a break, theres no such things as happy endings."

She sobbed a little still chewing on her fries. Looking down at the nearly empty plate of fries she sighed losing her appetite and placing the plate next to her lamp as she turned it off and drifted off to sleep.

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D-Chan

I was sitting down in my Cosmetology class bored as hell. I had a final but the test was only five minutes long and that class is about 4 hours long so I had lots of time to kill. Even though I did some Cosmo stuff it still didn't kill enough time. So I just sat down and wrote down all the ideas I had for this story. I think I might stick with Me rather than Marron, but I'm still not sure.

As many of you can tell I included some words in Spanish. I just thought it might be fun and interesting. For those who don't know any Spanish this is what the words mean:

Ay, nada que ver! Ya no mames y callate el osico. =

Like Whatever! Stop Bull shiting me and shut the fuck up.

Ya! Calmate! I gotta work so dejame. =

Ok! Calm down! I gotta work so leave me alone.

Pendejo. =

Stupid or idiot.

Te crees especial o que?? Ven pa' 'ca.=

You think you're special or what? Get over here.

Oh and also in the first chapter, on the part where the young kid asks Trunks for his order and he says:

"Good Morning Sir, welcome to 'fleur-de-lis cerise', here's your menu." Well fleur-de-lis cerise means Flowers of Cherries. I was looking for a fancy restaurant name so I searched for french words and I combined flowers with cherries, thus making fleur-de-lis cerise.

Ok I think I talked a little too much.

Well I hope you enjoyed this chapter.

^_^. Plz review. I won't update until you all review.

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