Disclaimer: Again, I don't own any of the DBZ people. I only own Sam, and
anyone related to her.
Oh and thanx for all of the reviews! Really appreciate it. Like I said,
this is my first fic so it's nice to know that someone's reading it and
likes it. ^_^
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Chapter 2
With the way he was holding her, she was about 10 inches off the ground. She opened her eyes and found herself looking straight at him. "Um....I'm, ah, sorry about that. I just..", Sam stuttered, letting go of his jacket. 'She was scared out of her mind.', he thought looking at her. "You can, um, let me go now.", she said, bring him to realize that he was still holding her. With Sam's hands on his shoulders, he slowly lowed her to the ground as her hands slid down his chest. 'God. He just had to have me facing him didn't he. Oh well, if he wants to start this. 2 can play that game.', she thought before her feet touched the ground.
"You work out or something?", she asked, adjusting her jacket. "I train. Not that it's any of your business. My mom's probably in the lab, so come on.", he answered walking toward the house.
Sam rolled her eyes then ran to catch up, her bag slung over her shoulder.
They walked into the house in silence. When Trunks stopped, Sam almost ran into him. Without looking at her he said, "Straight down this hallway, last door on your right."
"What, you not coming?, she asked suspiciously. "Why? You want me to?", he asked, turning to look at her. "No. I was just asking. You got something better to do?" "Not that it's any of your business. I'm training with my dad today. Now if you don't mind, I need to change." With that he walked into the nearest door, and closed it behind him.
Sam made her way down to the lab to find Bulma working on something. "Um...Mrs. Briefs?" Bulma stood up and said, "Bulma please. I'll be done in just a minute." Not 5 minutes later, Bulma stood back up. "So...you must be Sam. I really appreciate the help here. With my husband always training and thinking he's to good for stuff like this, but when it comes to the meals and other things, I'm the one he yells for. And Trunks,.....well let's just say that he was never interested in this sort of thing."
"Well, I needed to get out of the house for the summer. And plus mom was saying that I needed to meet more people." Bulma merely nodded her head as she wiped her hands on a towel.
"Mom?" The intercom cracked as Trunks' voice sounded. "Yeah Trunks?" "Did she find her way down there without getting lost?" Sam looked over in that direction, thinking, 'Why that jerk! He'll pay for that one.' "Trunks would you stop. I know you think that any girl younger than you is immature, but could you be nice for 2 weeks at least." "Oh, I guess I could. But I'm not saying I'll like it. Later mom." Silence followed.
"He takes more after his father than I thought.", Bulma said to herself out loud. "His father is stubborn?" "No doubt about it. Always has been and I suppose always will be.", Bulma answered no looking at the teen that sat on a nearby stool.
"Well come on. It's almost lunch time and I have to go find something to fix. That is if Goten and Trunks haven't cleaned out the refrigerator yet.", Bulma said leading the way to the door. "Well, I'm really not that hungry. I don't eat much.", Sam commented closing the door behind her. "Neither do I . But with these two I have to fix something. We can just have a sandwich and coke or tea, whichever."
~ In the kitchen ~
"Trunks, Vegeta ,lunch is ready.", Bulma said into the intercom. She finished pouring herself a glass of tea just as the guys walked into the room./
Sam stood by the counter next to Bulma. When Trunks walked in Sam looked up. "Wow. He really is well built. Ignoring him will be a lot harder knowing that he will look like that most of the time.'
Trunks noticed Sam was staring at him, "Problem?" Sam snapped back to attention,
"Yeah, you walked in." "Ha, ha, funny. Mom when are we getting rid of her?", he asked walking to the counter. "Trunks, what did I tell you about that?," Bulma exclaimed, then to both of them, "Now would you two stop. I mean, she hasn't even been here an hour , Trunks. Now are you two going to be able to get along for more than 5 minutes?"
"Doubt it." "That's up to her."
"Unbelievable." Bulma turned back to putting the stuff on the counter back in the refrigerator. "Oh Sam. You don't know where your room is do you?"
Sam looked over at Bulma. "No." Bulma smiled. "I know just the one. Follow me." Trunks had seen the smile, He followed them, leaving Vegeta at the table, not that he minded.
As the two girls walked down the hallway, Bulma turned to Sam and said, "So, how do you like it here so far?" "It's great, but I'm not so sure that Trunks likes me very much. He seems kinda threatened by me.", Sam said.
'What does she mean 'threatened by her'? I'm not threatened by her. She's just so...' "Trunks, why are you following us?", Sam asked, catching him off guard. Trunks then found out the reason Bulma had that look. The bed room chosen for Sam was right next to his!
"Mom, your kidding." Bulma didn't say anything to him, but to Sam, "Okay, the rooms connect to the bathroom. Your stuff is already in there, so I will leave you to unpack." Then to Trunks, "Oh and don't kill each other." And with that, Bulma walked away.
Sam and Trunks stood there in the hallway facing each other. With out a word both opened the door to their rooms and closed the door behind them.
Sam leaned back against the door and sighed. "I don't believe this is happening. Not an hour ago I met him, and already I'm fantasizing about him. Ad this is not helping."
In the other room, Trunks walked over and sat down on his bed. "I don't believe this. Mom can't do this to me." He stood and walked to the door that led to the bathroom. "Oh, forget it." He walked to the door to the hallway, opened it and walked out.
Chapter 2
With the way he was holding her, she was about 10 inches off the ground. She opened her eyes and found herself looking straight at him. "Um....I'm, ah, sorry about that. I just..", Sam stuttered, letting go of his jacket. 'She was scared out of her mind.', he thought looking at her. "You can, um, let me go now.", she said, bring him to realize that he was still holding her. With Sam's hands on his shoulders, he slowly lowed her to the ground as her hands slid down his chest. 'God. He just had to have me facing him didn't he. Oh well, if he wants to start this. 2 can play that game.', she thought before her feet touched the ground.
"You work out or something?", she asked, adjusting her jacket. "I train. Not that it's any of your business. My mom's probably in the lab, so come on.", he answered walking toward the house.
Sam rolled her eyes then ran to catch up, her bag slung over her shoulder.
They walked into the house in silence. When Trunks stopped, Sam almost ran into him. Without looking at her he said, "Straight down this hallway, last door on your right."
"What, you not coming?, she asked suspiciously. "Why? You want me to?", he asked, turning to look at her. "No. I was just asking. You got something better to do?" "Not that it's any of your business. I'm training with my dad today. Now if you don't mind, I need to change." With that he walked into the nearest door, and closed it behind him.
Sam made her way down to the lab to find Bulma working on something. "Um...Mrs. Briefs?" Bulma stood up and said, "Bulma please. I'll be done in just a minute." Not 5 minutes later, Bulma stood back up. "So...you must be Sam. I really appreciate the help here. With my husband always training and thinking he's to good for stuff like this, but when it comes to the meals and other things, I'm the one he yells for. And Trunks,.....well let's just say that he was never interested in this sort of thing."
"Well, I needed to get out of the house for the summer. And plus mom was saying that I needed to meet more people." Bulma merely nodded her head as she wiped her hands on a towel.
"Mom?" The intercom cracked as Trunks' voice sounded. "Yeah Trunks?" "Did she find her way down there without getting lost?" Sam looked over in that direction, thinking, 'Why that jerk! He'll pay for that one.' "Trunks would you stop. I know you think that any girl younger than you is immature, but could you be nice for 2 weeks at least." "Oh, I guess I could. But I'm not saying I'll like it. Later mom." Silence followed.
"He takes more after his father than I thought.", Bulma said to herself out loud. "His father is stubborn?" "No doubt about it. Always has been and I suppose always will be.", Bulma answered no looking at the teen that sat on a nearby stool.
"Well come on. It's almost lunch time and I have to go find something to fix. That is if Goten and Trunks haven't cleaned out the refrigerator yet.", Bulma said leading the way to the door. "Well, I'm really not that hungry. I don't eat much.", Sam commented closing the door behind her. "Neither do I . But with these two I have to fix something. We can just have a sandwich and coke or tea, whichever."
~ In the kitchen ~
"Trunks, Vegeta ,lunch is ready.", Bulma said into the intercom. She finished pouring herself a glass of tea just as the guys walked into the room./
Sam stood by the counter next to Bulma. When Trunks walked in Sam looked up. "Wow. He really is well built. Ignoring him will be a lot harder knowing that he will look like that most of the time.'
Trunks noticed Sam was staring at him, "Problem?" Sam snapped back to attention,
"Yeah, you walked in." "Ha, ha, funny. Mom when are we getting rid of her?", he asked walking to the counter. "Trunks, what did I tell you about that?," Bulma exclaimed, then to both of them, "Now would you two stop. I mean, she hasn't even been here an hour , Trunks. Now are you two going to be able to get along for more than 5 minutes?"
"Doubt it." "That's up to her."
"Unbelievable." Bulma turned back to putting the stuff on the counter back in the refrigerator. "Oh Sam. You don't know where your room is do you?"
Sam looked over at Bulma. "No." Bulma smiled. "I know just the one. Follow me." Trunks had seen the smile, He followed them, leaving Vegeta at the table, not that he minded.
As the two girls walked down the hallway, Bulma turned to Sam and said, "So, how do you like it here so far?" "It's great, but I'm not so sure that Trunks likes me very much. He seems kinda threatened by me.", Sam said.
'What does she mean 'threatened by her'? I'm not threatened by her. She's just so...' "Trunks, why are you following us?", Sam asked, catching him off guard. Trunks then found out the reason Bulma had that look. The bed room chosen for Sam was right next to his!
"Mom, your kidding." Bulma didn't say anything to him, but to Sam, "Okay, the rooms connect to the bathroom. Your stuff is already in there, so I will leave you to unpack." Then to Trunks, "Oh and don't kill each other." And with that, Bulma walked away.
Sam and Trunks stood there in the hallway facing each other. With out a word both opened the door to their rooms and closed the door behind them.
Sam leaned back against the door and sighed. "I don't believe this is happening. Not an hour ago I met him, and already I'm fantasizing about him. Ad this is not helping."
In the other room, Trunks walked over and sat down on his bed. "I don't believe this. Mom can't do this to me." He stood and walked to the door that led to the bathroom. "Oh, forget it." He walked to the door to the hallway, opened it and walked out.