Never Been Dissed

Chapter two: Party Preparations.

As usual, Goten was sitting on the roof of his house rambling on and on to the loveliness on the other end. He beamed every time she giggled a 'yes' to him.

Goku on the other hand was making an effort to remain unwearyingly for his appetite to return. Ever since Goten had begun dating the ladies he didn't mind if and only if he didn't neglect his daily training with him, however, everything altered, as Goten grew older. He went out more and used the phone frequently that it aggravated him as he was paying interest to Goten's side of the conversation:

'So, is that a yes?'

'Well then, how about we just skip that part of the date and go directly to the fun part.'

'Is that so? What else have you heard about me?'

'I can't lie to you there. I admit I get a little feisty for a while but believe me it's all worth it, you'll be asking for more in the morning.'

'Yeah!'

'Explain to you? How about I just show you all night long.'

'Alright, Mmhmm. But-'

"Really? You're first time? Well since you put it that way I can make it extra special just for you. I'll just kiss you tenderly, move downward to your neck, to your shoulder, your breasts and then lower until I-'

After that he just lost his passion for food as his imagination drove him to the scene his son was describing. It certainly scared the shit out of him to hear Goten talk that way to an innocent girl and he nearly jump out of his skin when he heard him give the sweet girl a moan like answer. As he shivered at the thought of his good-natured son screwing a kind girl drove him to the edge. He grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and threw him out of the house wanting to eat in peace.

Goten in contrast was stunned by his father's actions. He didn't know what caused his father to act so violent, it wasn't his fault his mother had gone out with Bulma and left him frozen steak in the microwave.

***

"I knew it!" Trunks as pissed as he was didn't care he was taking off his coat along with his tie and letting it fall to the ground. He unfasten the buttons on his wrists and rolled them up his arm then undid the first three buttons of his shirt.

Goten was too occupied on his phone call and was utterly off guard that he didn't perceive his best friend's fury drawing near him crossly and hasty. Perfect, Trunks thought as he sped promptly through the air clutching a glimpse of Goten's body relaxing on the roof of his residence.

"Friday night it is, babe." He hunged up his phone with this vast triumphant smirk on his face. There were simply two things that were victorious on manufacturing a Son Goten smile, which were a massive, infinite buffet of his much loved food groups, the meat and dairy group, and a fine, fresh pair of tanned legs. Guess he couldn't aid finding himself irresistible to a pair of legs enveloped about him forcefully not wishing to depart from around him. In addition to his love of food, well, it was a portion of him so there was no way he couldn't smile when he caught sight of food, any kind of food.

"What the fuck?!"

"Well, isn't this a surprise? Me, running into my one and only best friend, the one person I can trust on getting me out of trouble not in trouble."

The way Trunks' eyes amplified as he mentioned the word 'trouble' made Goten's spine quiver since he discerned closely what he was speaking about.

Just as Trunks observed Goten inserting his phone back into its compartment sited on his waist he charged at him grasping him from behind. He had his arms enveloped around both his arms, somewhere in between his elbows, striving to cut of his circuit of breathing as his fists locked on his chest. With the strength Trunks incriminated at him, they both fluttered directly off of the roof and crashed aligned with a duo of trees as Goten made an effort to fight his way out of his grip. As soon as they advanced on the ground after a minority of hits from the trees and from each other, Trunks had Goten restrained to the ground, clutching his arms with his hands and mending most of his weight on his legs. Goten still fought back but it was no use, when Trunks is annoyed there's no stopping him. A very like characteristic he has from his father.

"Man, what gives?!"

Goten thought about spitting him comprehending that will divert him granting him sufficient time to flee from his grasp but then again that will only get him outraged.

Trunks reserved his defiant stare on him, eyebrows narrowed, pissed of scowl on his lips, and eyes that wouldn't part from his.

"Ok! Sorry! What was I suppose to do? Tell her you skipped a few meetings just 'cause you were too damn horny and just had to go and find a chick to screw?!" When he didn't acquire a reply from him not even a blink he continued. "Sure, why not? Hello? Yes, Bulma? Oh Trunks? Well, you know him. He doesn't care what happens to that stupid Corporation, he'd rather go around fucking girls than staying by your side knowing how proud you are of him. Yes, I'll be sure to tell him that his grounded. Pfft, like he gives a damn." His exaggeration wasn't benefiting him one bit but he choose to carry on. "But no! I didn't say that. I thought I might as well make her day since she was worried sick of where you could be and she told me how Bra and her had just had had an argument over nothing serious, but you know how sentimental your mother can be. And with all that work she had to do on her own since YOU weren't there and neither was that secretary of yours, hell should I know where she was. So I told her you were throwing her an anniversary party since I overheard her telling my mom how much she feels unloved and bla bla bla. So I have no fuken idea why you're so pissed, all I did was place a smile on your mom's face!"

His blank star didn't adjust. All I did was place a smile on your mom's face!. It echoed in his mind and bounced out his lips. " A smile on my mom's face?"

Goten nodded. He was thankful he wasn't maintaining quiet, any longer and he assumed he was untaken to go mad. He heaved himself up with the help of Trunks.

"Sorry 'ten but, I don't know. It's just that this corporation business is getting to me and..I'm just not myself."

"It's all good. But I guess I'm sorry as well since I put you to this and now you-"

"Yeah, but I never thought about that. A smile on my mother's face. You should have seen her when she stormed into my office with that beautiful smile that lit her face up. It's been a hell of a long time since I've seen her this happy."

Goten nodded yet again agreeing with his best bud. He didn't contain the opportunity to see his mother's features but by the means he spoke tenderly as he explained to him told everything.

Just like Goten had clarified earlier, Bulma was busy. Now that Trunks was the mature man that he claims to be she supposed it was going to be easier for her around the company. Not as much work as back then, someone who she can depend on and trust with vital packaging along with essential meetings she couldn't attend.

At home it was more like she was the man of the house being she did most of the exertion. Nothing ever tainted with Vegeta though, she didn't know if it was appalling or not. He gobbled like a pig, behaved like a pig, agitated like a pig and was as passionate as a pig can get which obviously was 1.5%. It was ghastly enough to dispute with Vegeta but Bra was faithfully the identical thing, but it miffed her more to have to oppose with her beloved daughter. Maybe it was only hormones being that Bra was turning fourteen.

Finally, Trunks offered to help her around work, well not exactly offered but demanding him was the exact thing. What was the dissimilarity? He benefited out some but she speculated what got into him lately. He developed a little less responsible. She scarcely caught glimpse of him during the day. He was changing one way or another; he seemed….unusual.

***

Subsequently weeks of preparation for the ideal anniversary party, Trunks with the help of his best friend Goten and some others, lastly ended days of rigid work and vast amounts of gift buying.

The party was, yes, designed by Trunks himself but he couldn't do it entirely by his lonesome. And of course who better to help him but his one and only best friend, Goten as well as his dear baby sister Bra. Well in reality Goten offered his help since he felt rather guilty for putting Trunks in this mess in the first place. As for Bra, well you can't exactly say she was willing to help.

~*~*~

"Bra, you do this for me and you'll never have to do anything for me anymore"

"Hmph. Like if I ever do anything for you anyway. Now leave, I'm busy!"

"Doing?!"

"I need to practice!"

"Practice what?"

"Dancing! Now leave!!"

Trunks didn't discern what to do but stare at Bra as she started doing what she called dancing? He witnessed her isolating her rib cage in a circular motion sliding her chest side to side lifting her chest and pushing it in back positions. She seemed utterly way out of the definition of dancing. He leaned against the doorway raising his right hand to scratch his chin. Dancing? Is she out of her mind? He couldn't help himself but chuckle vaguely at his sister's unfortunate effort to dance.

She contemplated she was doing a great job until she heard an agonizing chuckle. Rotating her chest to the beat of the music was what she was supposed to do, her instructor told her so. She was just a beginner so she didn't care if she looked a bit stupid but once you put the pieces together your results become great seductive dance moves. Besides her diminutive chest rotations weren't meant for her brother's personal amusement, they were more like for….Goten, whom was positioned nearby Trunks eating away a sandwich he had prepared on his way upstairs.

She congested with her chest exercise and went ahead with her 'head slide', moving her head horizontally side to side in motion of the rhythm being careful not to turn or tilt. From the corner of her eye she tried to watch Goten as well as keep concentration on her movements.

After twenty minutes of inspecting Bra, Trunks' tolerance ran out and he strolled into her room spinning the music off. Hoping that giving her his most heartrending look would convince her.

"Bra, please. I really need your help. I mean, come one, I'm begging you."

She turned her head away from him with no interest of what he was saying. She walked over to her bed grabbing a favorite pillow of hers and hugging it to her sitting across from him.

"Bra?"

"If I help you, would you give me something in return??"

"Yes! Anything, just name it!"

She grinned gleefully at his reply and locked her gaze at Goten, who was unaware of what was going on between the two siblings.

"You want Goten?!"

~*~*~

***

"Goten hurry up!"

"Dammit! Wait up! Can't you see that I'm busy?"

Emphatically as Bra and Trunks had discussed days earlier, Trunks was willing to do anything to get Bra to help him out. He required all the help he could get which was not much.

After an extended debate between him and Bra with no awareness of what Goten had to utter against the situation they all contracted.

At first Trunks was astonished by Bra's demand. But it was clear that she didn't exactly want Goten but more like wanted his assistance. Ever since her best friend, Pan, declined to accompany her when desiring to go shopping she has let pass out on the impressive on sale days, Pan favored to spend a beautiful day with her grandpa Goku. Of course her mom wouldn't go with her given that she was constantly too occupied to spend any time with her and her father always seemed to have locked himself in the Gravity Room whenever she was in a shopping mood. As for Trunks, he was out of the question; she was to never ask him to go with her anywhere since that day that she was seven and he left her at the mall seeing as his teenage hormones couldn't resist chasing after the skirts roaming around in the store.

So now here he was, Goten, with a quantity of bags and boxes too tiresome to follow Bra as well as keep his eyes away from the girls waving at him.

"Goten?! I said hurry up! I need to buy mom something."

"What?! I thought you said this bags were presents for your mother?"

"Baka! Aren't you listening to a word I'm saying? Those bags are for mom's party not mom! Now hurry up! Just so you know we're almost done"

"Thank Kami.."

As Bra made her way into a perfume store she permitted Goten to acquire a time off from carrying the various bags and allowed him to ramble around the store as long as he came back in this precise spot in accurately half an hour.

"Finally a moment of peace, but sucks that I still have to be carrying this bags around. With me carrying these the girls are 'ought to think I'm here with my girlfriend. Kuso! I might as well just wait here until that kid finishes up."

Just then a certain someone trapped his gaze. She was hot, bearing those tight pants and that black, spaghetti strap shirt. Just his luck, he come across someone who got him burning up inside but she was too much in a rush chatting with that short blue-haired kid to pay any attention to him.

Blue-haired kid!

"Goten you lucky son of a bitch." He softly whispered to himself as she prepared his way to Bra. Any friend of Bra is certainly a friend of his when she has an ass like that.

"Bra, you done shopping already?" A very happy Goten said walking towards Bra and her beautiful friend.

Knowing Goten to well she alleged something quickly to her friend causing her to bend over to hear her clearly. Kami, you are too kind, smirking cheerfully Goten leaned a bit catching a perfect view of her rear end.

"Hey!"

"You pervert!"

Bra had smacked him upside the head with a box, as she realized exactly why he had toddled over to her. Her companion on the other hand gave Bra a small goodbye kiss on her cheek rolling her eyes at Goten who was still happy to have caught the view he wanted.

"What's wrong with you? That was rude. And here I was trying to fix her up with you."

"You were?"

"No! Now let's go home!"

He couldn't contain her annoyance any longer but he would have to learn to deal with it since the deal was that he was to accompany her for a month max.

***

"Trunks chill man, everything's as planned."

"No, Goten you don't understand this party has to be perfect. Do you understand perfect?!"

"I say again. Chill."

"Mr. Briefs is there anything else I can help you with??" Ms. Burke questioned as she entered the room in which the party was located, it was similar to a ballroom with the tables and stage for the entertainment and the food court.

"No, that would be all Cecil and we're not in my office so call me Trunks, ok?"

Just as Ms. Burke had said before, she was going to help Trunks in with the party preparations but Trunks has yet to mention how he was going to repay her, which made her look forward to something special like an evening with him or maybe something more.

"Allright, call if you need my assistance."

She smiled shyly at both Trunks and Goten and made her way to Bra to help her out with the party decorations.

The party day was here and everything was perfect just as Trunks had wanted it to be. There were four people on the job so they divided it up. Trunks was to print special made invitation and hand them out personally to each and every friend and family member. Goten was to buy decorations and place them all over the ballroom. Ms. Burke was in charge of food, a very easy as well as difficult job. Lastly, Bra demanded to be in charge of the entertainment since she had someone special in mind.

"Man, that's your secretary? She is F-I-N-E."

"Yeah, so?"

"So? Are you blind or something? Can't you see what she is wearing?"

"Okay, so she's wearing a skirt, something she normally doesn't wear in the office."

"Exactly, she wants you just as much as you want her."

"What are you trying to say?"

Trunks by this point choose to walk away from him realizing the conversation was leading somewhere and he didn't want that. Knowing Goten this senseless conversation they were having was going to turn into something more.

"That that skirt of hers was practically painted on her so people like you and me can see that pink thong located underneath."

"You can sometimes be a hentai you know that Goten?"

"Hey, can you blame me? I can't help it."

Trunks just gave him a shrug like answer and walked over to a perfectly decorated table and inspected the food hoping not to have Goten follow him, which of course he did.

"I guess not. Besides I can do better and I can get anyone I desire. And I wouldn't like to be 'involved' with my secretary, that's just old and too obvious and with my mom on my tail every second it wouldn't be nice for her to find out I have turned my office into a sex room."

Goten's eye lit up and his smile grew just like it had every other time that something Trunks said gave him a brilliant Goten idea.

"Goten no!"

"No what?!"

"I'm not going to do whatever it is that you have on your mind."

"Fine! But let's just assume allright?"

Trunks nodded forcefully as he felt Goten's arm wrap around his shoulders hinting him to move in closer so no one but them two could hear another of his genius idea.

"Look Trunks, you just said that you could get anyone you want, right? Well how about backing those words up?"

"Meaning I have to what?"

"Meaning that you my friend, all you have to do is prove that theory of yours. I show you a chick of my like and you prove to me that you can get in her in bed in a matter of two weeks max."

"Go on."

"Okay, and if you do, hear me again IF you do I'll…well I haven't figured that part out but I will soon. So what do you say?"

"Deal."

Goten was glad to hear him agree since he already had a girl in mind, it would be hard to find her but it would be nice to see him fail.

***

D-Chan

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