Chapter 3

"Trunks" Bulma spoke, watching her son throw everything out of his closet

"What to wear…this? No" Trunks threw yet another outfit to the side after holding it up against him

"Trunks" Bulma said again

"This one? Nah"

"I said, TRUNKS!" She screamed and he jumped, the outfit in his hand flying beside him "What will you be doing on this… 'Date'?"

"Er…training mostly" He replied, rubbing the back of his head

"So you'll be wearing a Gi, right?" She asked and he nodded. Standing from her seat, she walked over to his closet and pulled out an outfit "Wear this then. Not the shirts and trousers you've been throwing everywhere for the pass 20 minutes"

"Why didn't you say so sooner?" He asked, running into his bathroom "I could have been ready ages ago!"

"Trunks…you have 2 hours until you're expected"

"Oh…right" He said, appearing from the bathroom, dressed in the Gi "I knew that"

"I sometimes wonder about you" She shook her head "Next thing I'll know, you'll be asking me about make-up"

He gasped, hands flying to his face and running to a mirror "You don't think I'll need it, do you?"

"Ok that's just wrong" Bulma frowned, rubbing her head "Trunks, its sparring. You'll be looking worse after you've finished"

"I'm sorry mom" He said, slumping his shoulders in defeat "it's just…I really like this girl and…I want things to be perfect, ya know?"

"I know" She sighed, with a smile "But there a thing called 'too much'. And right now…you're expecting too much"

"Meaning…"

"You've known this girl…what 5 days? I doubt she's even looking at you in a…romantic way…unless she's after you're money"

"Again, you are right" He said, flopping on his bed

"When aren't I?" She grinned, cockily walking out her son's bedroom "Well, have fun Trunks. And don't worry too much"

"Alright mom" He smiled, kissing his mother's cheek

"Ack! What to wear!"

From downstairs, her family could hear her clattering through her wardrobe, the thump followed by a curse every so often…

"How long do you think it will take to realize that all she needs to wear is a Gi" Chi-chi muttered, sipping on her tear

"My guess…in about…15 seconds" Videl replied, pouring tea out for her husband

"Taking bets?" Gohan asked, taking his cup from his wife

"£30 says 20 seconds" Goten responded

"Deal" Gohan shook the hand of his little brother and lifted up his watch… "Its been 10 seconds... 5…4…3…2…1…"

"Oh yeah!" Pan yelled, and the thumping stopped

"Ha ha! Think I don't know my own daughter! Who's the mommy! Hi-5 Gohan!"

"Yeah" Gohan grinned, smacking the hand of his wife "Pay up Goten"

"Let me guess" Pan said, appearing at the top of the stairs "You took bets on how long it would take for me to realize that I could wear a Gi"

"You know you're parents" Goten smiled, thankful that Pan's glare wasn't directed at him

"What gets me was…WHY DID YOU LET ME SEARCH MY WARDROBE FOR HALF A FRICKING HOUR WITHOUT TELLING ME SOONER!"

"No comment" Gohan murmured, sipping at his tea

"Ack…I'm going to have a shower" She threw her hands up and stormed back upstairs, muttering under her breath "bet Trunks doesn't go through this…hateful parents…"

"When do you think she'll realize that she has half an hour until the prince arrives?"

"My guess…" Gohan started, rubbing the back of his head as Pan screamed "Oh, about now"

"WHY DIDN'T YOU GUYS TELL ME THE TIME!" Pan screamed from upstairs

"No comment" Videl muttered and the table laughed

"You're no help" She shouted, running around upstairs