Chapter 3
6 Weeks later
"Bulma, Where do you want this stack of paper?"
Bulma looked up from her latest contraption, "Just put it on that third shelf over there." Sam walked to the ladder by the door and climbed up. The minute she set got half way up, Trunks walked in. He handed her the stack of papers. She looked like she was having a hard time holding them and the ladder rung. He levitated up and held unto them while she steadied herself. After a while she got the papers up on the shelf, and he was back on the ground. "Don't fall." "Would you catch me if I did?" "Depends." "On what?" "On whether you'd slap me if I did." He was leaning against the table close by. When she didn't say anything, he tapped the ladder, causing Sam to lose her balance and fall his way. He caught her.
Bulma turned around and found him holding Samantha. With a smile on her face she said, "I don't know what is going on, but do I need to leave you two alone?" Trunks immediately set Sam down on the ground. Sam straightened her jacket and looked anywhere but at Trunks. "You two realize that both of you are blushing.", Bulma said, trying not to laugh. The two looked at each other and then away quickly.
"I'm going to the kitchen." "Bulma, do you need anything else?" Bulma was still smiling, "No you can go. Just stay out of trouble."
Sam and Trunks walked out of the lab.
"I wonder what she meant by that." "I don't know, she's your mother."
The two walked down the hallway. Then Trunks stopped. Sam turned and asked, "What?"
Trunks looked back towards the lab, then past Sam, toward the kitchen. "What is it?", Sam asked again. "Shh. Come on.", Trunks said opening the door to her room.
"What is with you?", she asked once he closed the door. "Don't you see what she is doing?" "No what?" "She is trying to set us up. The rooms, her comments, everything. Now I get it."
Trunks leaned against the wall. "Well, how do we get her off our backs?" "What do you say we.......", Trunks trailed off at the end.
"Come on, let's just go.", Sam said interrupting him, "We can figure something out later." Sam started for the door, But Trunks stopped her. "Wait." He was quiet for a minute then said, "It's my mom." "Are you sure?" Sam went to the door and opened it just a crack. "Shoot." She closed the door. "Where are we going to go?" Sam took hold of Trunks jacket and led him to the closet.
They were both in the closet with the door closed before Bulma opened the door, looking for Sam. 10 minutes later: "I think we can get out now." "Alright. Come on." The minute the door was opened both fell out into the room. "Let's get out of here." Trunks said getting up. Both teens left the room not saying a word. Both thinking their own thoughts.
2 days after Trunks' 18th birthday: ( several months later) (Sam had stayed even after school started.)
Trunks woke up that morning around 7:30. He heard the shower running in the bathroom, and someone singing to themselves. "She's up this early, taking a shower, on the weekend. Unbelievable." He got up and got a shirt out of his dresser drawer. He walked past the bathroom. "Trunks is that you?" "Yeah, who else would it be?" The water shut off. "Would you hand me a towel?" He walked over to the door, "Why?"
Sam rolled her eyes. "Please." "Alright hang on." He reached in and got a towel off the hanger on the other side of the door, made sure he was looking elsewhere, and held out the towel closer to the shower curtain. Sam reached out, took the towel and closed the curtain. She wrapped the towel around her body and took the clip out of her hair. She grabbed her bathrobe off the hanger on the door and put it on. As she brushed her hair out, she opened the door.
Trunks had already dressed and was looking for his shoes when she opened the door. He looked up and said, "So, what's with taking a shower so early on a weekend?" "What is with you? Ever since you turned 18 you've been giving me all these mixed signals. One minute your real nice to me and the next your a jerk."
He had been staring at her for a while, " I don't know what your talking about."
Sam looked at him, his arms crossed over his chest. 'He's hiding something. But what?', Sam realized that he was staring at her. 'Crap! Why do I hate him so much, but yet, when he looks at me, I practically melt.'
Trunks was leaning against the dresser, arms crossed. When he looked over at her, she looked away. 'Well, would it really hurt anything?....But she's only 15. Her parents would probably kill me. Yeah, I could just see her dad when he finds out. With a shot gun in hand he would ask the one question, did you or did you not do this to my daughter? I answer yes or no, and he blows my brains out either way. But maybe she would be worth it...yeah if she wasn't so stubborn. But maybe...no....there is absolutely no way that will happen....no, no, no, no.'
She looked over at him. "Don't think to hard, you might hurt yourself." He rolled his eyes and closed the door. Sam just shook her head, went into her room, and closed her door.
In the lab, Bulma was leaning against the wall next to the intercom. 'Good thing they both forgot to turn this things off.' When she heard both doors closed she turned the intercom off. "When will those two learn? You can't fight what is inevitable.
Sam put on a pair of pants and was pulling on her t- shirt when someone knocked. "You dressed?" "Yeah just give me a sec." She pulled her shirt down and straightened it. "okay come on in."
The door opened and Trunks stood in the door wan wearing his usual out fit. "You ready?" "Yeah. Just let me find my shoes." She bent over, looking under the bed. Her jeans were kind of tight And he could tell that she had something in her back pocket, but he wasn't sure what. 'Wait, why am I looking there anyway? It really doesn't matter what she has in her back pocket.' He averted his gaze somewhere other than her. Sam found her shoes, put them on, and grabbed her jacket. "Okay. Let's go." He was going to be teaching her the electrical stuff that needed to be done in the training room. They left the room.
6 Weeks later
"Bulma, Where do you want this stack of paper?"
Bulma looked up from her latest contraption, "Just put it on that third shelf over there." Sam walked to the ladder by the door and climbed up. The minute she set got half way up, Trunks walked in. He handed her the stack of papers. She looked like she was having a hard time holding them and the ladder rung. He levitated up and held unto them while she steadied herself. After a while she got the papers up on the shelf, and he was back on the ground. "Don't fall." "Would you catch me if I did?" "Depends." "On what?" "On whether you'd slap me if I did." He was leaning against the table close by. When she didn't say anything, he tapped the ladder, causing Sam to lose her balance and fall his way. He caught her.
Bulma turned around and found him holding Samantha. With a smile on her face she said, "I don't know what is going on, but do I need to leave you two alone?" Trunks immediately set Sam down on the ground. Sam straightened her jacket and looked anywhere but at Trunks. "You two realize that both of you are blushing.", Bulma said, trying not to laugh. The two looked at each other and then away quickly.
"I'm going to the kitchen." "Bulma, do you need anything else?" Bulma was still smiling, "No you can go. Just stay out of trouble."
Sam and Trunks walked out of the lab.
"I wonder what she meant by that." "I don't know, she's your mother."
The two walked down the hallway. Then Trunks stopped. Sam turned and asked, "What?"
Trunks looked back towards the lab, then past Sam, toward the kitchen. "What is it?", Sam asked again. "Shh. Come on.", Trunks said opening the door to her room.
"What is with you?", she asked once he closed the door. "Don't you see what she is doing?" "No what?" "She is trying to set us up. The rooms, her comments, everything. Now I get it."
Trunks leaned against the wall. "Well, how do we get her off our backs?" "What do you say we.......", Trunks trailed off at the end.
"Come on, let's just go.", Sam said interrupting him, "We can figure something out later." Sam started for the door, But Trunks stopped her. "Wait." He was quiet for a minute then said, "It's my mom." "Are you sure?" Sam went to the door and opened it just a crack. "Shoot." She closed the door. "Where are we going to go?" Sam took hold of Trunks jacket and led him to the closet.
They were both in the closet with the door closed before Bulma opened the door, looking for Sam. 10 minutes later: "I think we can get out now." "Alright. Come on." The minute the door was opened both fell out into the room. "Let's get out of here." Trunks said getting up. Both teens left the room not saying a word. Both thinking their own thoughts.
2 days after Trunks' 18th birthday: ( several months later) (Sam had stayed even after school started.)
Trunks woke up that morning around 7:30. He heard the shower running in the bathroom, and someone singing to themselves. "She's up this early, taking a shower, on the weekend. Unbelievable." He got up and got a shirt out of his dresser drawer. He walked past the bathroom. "Trunks is that you?" "Yeah, who else would it be?" The water shut off. "Would you hand me a towel?" He walked over to the door, "Why?"
Sam rolled her eyes. "Please." "Alright hang on." He reached in and got a towel off the hanger on the other side of the door, made sure he was looking elsewhere, and held out the towel closer to the shower curtain. Sam reached out, took the towel and closed the curtain. She wrapped the towel around her body and took the clip out of her hair. She grabbed her bathrobe off the hanger on the door and put it on. As she brushed her hair out, she opened the door.
Trunks had already dressed and was looking for his shoes when she opened the door. He looked up and said, "So, what's with taking a shower so early on a weekend?" "What is with you? Ever since you turned 18 you've been giving me all these mixed signals. One minute your real nice to me and the next your a jerk."
He had been staring at her for a while, " I don't know what your talking about."
Sam looked at him, his arms crossed over his chest. 'He's hiding something. But what?', Sam realized that he was staring at her. 'Crap! Why do I hate him so much, but yet, when he looks at me, I practically melt.'
Trunks was leaning against the dresser, arms crossed. When he looked over at her, she looked away. 'Well, would it really hurt anything?....But she's only 15. Her parents would probably kill me. Yeah, I could just see her dad when he finds out. With a shot gun in hand he would ask the one question, did you or did you not do this to my daughter? I answer yes or no, and he blows my brains out either way. But maybe she would be worth it...yeah if she wasn't so stubborn. But maybe...no....there is absolutely no way that will happen....no, no, no, no.'
She looked over at him. "Don't think to hard, you might hurt yourself." He rolled his eyes and closed the door. Sam just shook her head, went into her room, and closed her door.
In the lab, Bulma was leaning against the wall next to the intercom. 'Good thing they both forgot to turn this things off.' When she heard both doors closed she turned the intercom off. "When will those two learn? You can't fight what is inevitable.
Sam put on a pair of pants and was pulling on her t- shirt when someone knocked. "You dressed?" "Yeah just give me a sec." She pulled her shirt down and straightened it. "okay come on in."
The door opened and Trunks stood in the door wan wearing his usual out fit. "You ready?" "Yeah. Just let me find my shoes." She bent over, looking under the bed. Her jeans were kind of tight And he could tell that she had something in her back pocket, but he wasn't sure what. 'Wait, why am I looking there anyway? It really doesn't matter what she has in her back pocket.' He averted his gaze somewhere other than her. Sam found her shoes, put them on, and grabbed her jacket. "Okay. Let's go." He was going to be teaching her the electrical stuff that needed to be done in the training room. They left the room.