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Thank you exceedingly much to everyone who reviewed! Including: La Femme Chikara, animeprincess1452, and Trugeta!
To La Femme Chikara: Thank you! I'm glad I was able to succeed for my first chapter!
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To Trugeta: Thank you so much! I'm glad the Vegeta-Chain thing came across as humorous! Vegeta is the best daddy! Well, who else gives their kid ice cream for their meal?
I hope this chapter is good, as well! Thank again for reviewing!
Trunks headed for home. Due to the fact that his ship wasn't in as good as shape as it was when he'd first bought it, he decided to fly without the 'help' of demanding vehicles.
Trunks made it to his home and entered through the doors casually, glancing around. Bulma had just finished feeding Chain her twenty-sixth jar of food in the kitchen when she looked up at her son who passed by the doorway.
"Oh, you're back. Good. Goten called for you earlier today," she told him.
"Oh. 'Kay, I'll call him. Thanks, Mom."
Trunks made his way into the living room, and Bulma looked down to the young baby. "You're still hungry? Why doesn't your father ever help me?"
Trunks picked the phone up and dialed to the Son household. Soon, a voice answered on the other end. "Hello, this is Chi-Chi."
"Hey, Chi-Chi. It's Trunks. I heard Goten called."
"Oh, hi, Trunks! Yeah, he called. He said he was going over to say hi. He should have left a while ago."
"Alright. Thanks, Chi-Chi. Bye."
"Bye, Trunks."
Trunks hung the phone up and set himself down on the couch. Again, his mind wandered back to the discussion between him and Demi. He was so frustrated! Both of them were so busy...especially Demi...and it seemed to be consuming the majority of their time.
At that moment, he heard his father's voice from behind. "Trunks. While you're sitting there with nothing better to do, you can make yourself useful. I need a sparring partner!"
"No thanks, Dad. I...don't feel like it right now." He answered without looking back. He leaned back rather lazily and crossed his arms.
"What?" Vegeta was astounded. "What do you mean you don't feel like it?"
"I'm...kind of stressed out right now," he replied.
"Then get rid of it! Hitting people always gets rid of stress!" Vegeta told him.
"No thanks. You go ahead."
Vegeta growled and left the room. "Your own fault if you end up being more of slacker than you already are!"
At that moment, Trunks's attention was caught by his mother's voice down the hall near the front door.
"Hi, Goten! Come on in."
"Is Trunks here?"
"Yes, he's here," she replied. "Somewhere." She appeared in the hallway, looking around for him. "He's in the living room," she said.
Goten entered and smiled down at his friend. "Hi, Trunks, what's up?"
"Hi."
Goten noticed the manner in which Trunks seemed frustrated. "Are you alright?"
"Yeah."
"You seem kind of down."
"I'm just stressed out," he answered.
"About what?" Goten inquired.
Trunks knew perfectly well what he was so frustrated about...but he wasn't about to tell anyone. It was something he preferred to keep to himself. "I don't know. I'm just stressed."
Bulma entered the living room to cross through quickly, carrying Chain, until her attention was caught by Trunks's last remark. "What? What's going on?"
"I'm just tired," he replied, sitting forward and leaning his elbows on his knees.
"That's too bad," she said. "We're all a bit tired, I suppose. Hey, we should do something to help get everything off our chests! You know, a barbecue or something!" She smiled.
"Yeah," Goten agreed. "I know my mom's been wanting to see everyone again."
The idea of a reunion didn't sound too bad to Trunks, either. Maybe it would help get rid of some of his pressure. Perhaps Demi could come, also. That would be good!
"We should have it tomorrow!" Bulma suggested.
"That would be a good time," Goten grinned. "I think I can speak for the rest of my family. I'm pretty sure they have no other plans."
"Good! Tomorrow, then!"
. . . . . .
Trunks sat in his room, staring at the walls in his contemplation. It would be good to have a small reunion tomorrow with everyone. He had called Demi and invited her, and she said she just might be able to make it. Hopefully, she would.
He thought about what they'd discussed earlier that afternoon. She was extremely busy, too busy to even think about the next hour. She just had to let time go by and whatever would happen would happen. But Trunks couldn't stand sitting around unsure of what the next day brought, especially when it came to what they had some small plans for.
Did Demi even know what he was asking? Or was she getting it mixed up with something else? Trunks suddenly became very nervous. Did she know what it was he wanted?
Of course, he thought. She's a smart young woman; she wouldn't be that puzzled. Then again, he had never directly mentioned it. Maybe she thought it was something else...
He was so anxious. Ever since he'd first fully seen her when they had actually been enemies, he thought she was very beautiful. But that wasn't her only positive attribute. She was so honest. And her personality, though seemingly calm and under control at first glance, held passion and ardent emotions that no one as yet had discovered.
He knew that from her unhappy childhood she carried around a lot of pain, but she'd learned to accept it and move on. She was such a strong woman.
I should properly ask her when I see her tomorrow, Trunks thought. But was she really going to give back the direct answer he hoped for? Probably not, he thought. There is no way a beautiful woman like her is going to say yes. But he would never know unless he went ahead and asked.
It was a very short chapter, but I'm trying to stick to the main point and not just kill time, etc. Review!
Thank you exceedingly much to everyone who reviewed! Including: La Femme Chikara, animeprincess1452, and Trugeta!
To La Femme Chikara: Thank you! I'm glad I was able to succeed for my first chapter!
To animeprincess1452: I'm glad it was a good start. Thanks much!
To Trugeta: Thank you so much! I'm glad the Vegeta-Chain thing came across as humorous! Vegeta is the best daddy! Well, who else gives their kid ice cream for their meal?
I hope this chapter is good, as well! Thank again for reviewing!
Trunks headed for home. Due to the fact that his ship wasn't in as good as shape as it was when he'd first bought it, he decided to fly without the 'help' of demanding vehicles.
Trunks made it to his home and entered through the doors casually, glancing around. Bulma had just finished feeding Chain her twenty-sixth jar of food in the kitchen when she looked up at her son who passed by the doorway.
"Oh, you're back. Good. Goten called for you earlier today," she told him.
"Oh. 'Kay, I'll call him. Thanks, Mom."
Trunks made his way into the living room, and Bulma looked down to the young baby. "You're still hungry? Why doesn't your father ever help me?"
Trunks picked the phone up and dialed to the Son household. Soon, a voice answered on the other end. "Hello, this is Chi-Chi."
"Hey, Chi-Chi. It's Trunks. I heard Goten called."
"Oh, hi, Trunks! Yeah, he called. He said he was going over to say hi. He should have left a while ago."
"Alright. Thanks, Chi-Chi. Bye."
"Bye, Trunks."
Trunks hung the phone up and set himself down on the couch. Again, his mind wandered back to the discussion between him and Demi. He was so frustrated! Both of them were so busy...especially Demi...and it seemed to be consuming the majority of their time.
At that moment, he heard his father's voice from behind. "Trunks. While you're sitting there with nothing better to do, you can make yourself useful. I need a sparring partner!"
"No thanks, Dad. I...don't feel like it right now." He answered without looking back. He leaned back rather lazily and crossed his arms.
"What?" Vegeta was astounded. "What do you mean you don't feel like it?"
"I'm...kind of stressed out right now," he replied.
"Then get rid of it! Hitting people always gets rid of stress!" Vegeta told him.
"No thanks. You go ahead."
Vegeta growled and left the room. "Your own fault if you end up being more of slacker than you already are!"
At that moment, Trunks's attention was caught by his mother's voice down the hall near the front door.
"Hi, Goten! Come on in."
"Is Trunks here?"
"Yes, he's here," she replied. "Somewhere." She appeared in the hallway, looking around for him. "He's in the living room," she said.
Goten entered and smiled down at his friend. "Hi, Trunks, what's up?"
"Hi."
Goten noticed the manner in which Trunks seemed frustrated. "Are you alright?"
"Yeah."
"You seem kind of down."
"I'm just stressed out," he answered.
"About what?" Goten inquired.
Trunks knew perfectly well what he was so frustrated about...but he wasn't about to tell anyone. It was something he preferred to keep to himself. "I don't know. I'm just stressed."
Bulma entered the living room to cross through quickly, carrying Chain, until her attention was caught by Trunks's last remark. "What? What's going on?"
"I'm just tired," he replied, sitting forward and leaning his elbows on his knees.
"That's too bad," she said. "We're all a bit tired, I suppose. Hey, we should do something to help get everything off our chests! You know, a barbecue or something!" She smiled.
"Yeah," Goten agreed. "I know my mom's been wanting to see everyone again."
The idea of a reunion didn't sound too bad to Trunks, either. Maybe it would help get rid of some of his pressure. Perhaps Demi could come, also. That would be good!
"We should have it tomorrow!" Bulma suggested.
"That would be a good time," Goten grinned. "I think I can speak for the rest of my family. I'm pretty sure they have no other plans."
"Good! Tomorrow, then!"
. . . . . .
Trunks sat in his room, staring at the walls in his contemplation. It would be good to have a small reunion tomorrow with everyone. He had called Demi and invited her, and she said she just might be able to make it. Hopefully, she would.
He thought about what they'd discussed earlier that afternoon. She was extremely busy, too busy to even think about the next hour. She just had to let time go by and whatever would happen would happen. But Trunks couldn't stand sitting around unsure of what the next day brought, especially when it came to what they had some small plans for.
Did Demi even know what he was asking? Or was she getting it mixed up with something else? Trunks suddenly became very nervous. Did she know what it was he wanted?
Of course, he thought. She's a smart young woman; she wouldn't be that puzzled. Then again, he had never directly mentioned it. Maybe she thought it was something else...
He was so anxious. Ever since he'd first fully seen her when they had actually been enemies, he thought she was very beautiful. But that wasn't her only positive attribute. She was so honest. And her personality, though seemingly calm and under control at first glance, held passion and ardent emotions that no one as yet had discovered.
He knew that from her unhappy childhood she carried around a lot of pain, but she'd learned to accept it and move on. She was such a strong woman.
I should properly ask her when I see her tomorrow, Trunks thought. But was she really going to give back the direct answer he hoped for? Probably not, he thought. There is no way a beautiful woman like her is going to say yes. But he would never know unless he went ahead and asked.
It was a very short chapter, but I'm trying to stick to the main point and not just kill time, etc. Review!