A place just for us
A/n: yep I even do DBZ. It's also one of my favorites. And I also don't own it or anything to do with it. But I do own my two or tree or many other made up characters in this fic. By the way this story takes place a year after the final episode of DB-GT. Enjoy!
New beginnings
Storm clouds rose high over west city, and many shops were closing early, workers hoping to get home before it started to rain. Through the window of a large building just outside of west city, a young man was watching this all take place. A slight frown played upon his lips as he talked furiously into a cell phone held closely to his ear.
"Goten can you believe it? The news said that we would have clear skies all day today", said the boy to his friend.
"I know man. I was so looking forward to that concert too! I was planning on taking Vivian there", said Goten from the other line.
"Vivian? Oh no, don't tell me you went out and gotten a new girlfriend? What ever happened to Lisa?"
"Umm…well it didn't work out to well between me and her".
Just then another voice was heard through the line. "Goten get off the phone! It's bad enough that your father isn't around! I don't need anymore stress with you running up the phone bill"!
The young man laughed openly, running a hand through his short, lavender hair. "I'll talk to you later then Goten"?
"Yeah, ok man….Sorry about that, but you know how my mom gets sometimes", said Goten with a sigh.
"GOTEN! GET OFF THE PHONE NOW"! Came the voice again.
"Well I gota go Trunks. I'll talk to you later. Bye", said Goten hanging up the phone.
"Later man", said Trunks doing the same.
Trunks sighed heavily as he took another look trough his bedroom window. It had been a year since Goku left with Shenron and the world, restored to peace. It was total chaos just before that, with baby taking over. It felt like hell having to lose control of his body for so long. But he couldn't forget all the fun he had had too.
Trunks shook his head clearing his thoughts. 'Maybe I'll take a bath', he thought removing his shirt and pants. He was just about to remove his boxers when there was a sharp noise at his door, as it opened revealing his little sister standing in the doorway, hands on her hips.
"Jesus Christ Bra! What the hell"? He roared, pulling his boxers firmly onto his waist.
Bra blushed, turning her back on her brother, out of respect. "Eww…sorry". She said waving the card key she used to open the door.
"Gezz…Don't you know how to knock anymore? What, are you afraid to break a nail ok something"? Said Trunks, now pulling on a robe. A blush creeping on to his own features.
"I did knock boxer boy, but you were probably too busy day dreaming to hear it. Anyway, it's your turn to help mom set the table, she sent me up here to get you", she said throwing the card over her shoulder which landed on the blue carpet of Trunk's room.
"Fine now I know! Now can I get some privacy"?
"Fine", replied Bra, storming off in the direction of her bedroom.
Trunks and his sister haven't been seeing eye to eye lately…It's not that they hate each other. It's just that it's kinda always been that way. Bra or Balla as they called her was very straight forward, much like their mother Bulma and was more into shopping and doing her nails then anything else. Trunks, on the other hand, was slightly like his father. He preferred fighting, training, and hanging out with friends. The only thing that the two happen to have in common was the ability to fly and the fact that they have the same parents.
Trunks went up to his door and closed it, locking it. Then he decided to remove the rest of his clothes in the bathroom jus in case someone else decided to barge into his room. After his bath he headed downstairs to meet his mother in the dinning room. he was just halfway down the stairs when his cell wet off. His eyebrows arched slightly as he answered it.
"hello"? He said into it as he entered the dinning room flashing his mother a quick smile as he removed the rather large pile of dishes from her arms and carried them over to the table.
Bulma eyed her son choice of clothes which was a tight black muscle shirt and his casual off-white shorts. Complete with belt and matching boots.
"Hey trunks what's up"? answered the high pitched voice on the other end.
Trunks rolled his eyes; a crooked smile plastered itself onto his face. "Oh hey Pan. You know we do have a house phone".
"Oh sorry. It's just that I thought you would be out at the concert you were talking about", said pan removing the bandana she always wore.
"Not this time Pan. It's cancelled", said Trunks.
"Oh that's too bad", said Pan, sarcastically.
"Yeah right, miss still too young to even go to a concert", said Trunks mockingly.
"Ha ha, very funny Trunks. I still think that it isn't fare that I can't go. I mean, I'm ten times more mature than Goten and he gets to go…why can't I"? Said Pan, smugly.
Trunks chuckled. "Ha! I think you right about that one Pan".
The two were then sent into a fit of giggles.
"Umm...I'll have to talk to you later pan. I've got house duty tonight", said Trunks, placing the dishes in their correct places on the table.
"Oh, ok, I see. Well till next time trunks"?
"Yeah. See you", he said placing the last dish and cup into place.
"Ok then. Bye Trunks", said Pan hanging up.
Trunks did the same and placed his cell phone into his pocket.
"Pan's such a sweet girl", said bulma, from behind.
Trunks rolled his eyes. "Are we talking about the same pan"?
"Oh stop it", replied Bulma, giving her son a playful pinch.
Trunk's eyes schemed over the table then stopped on his mother, brow raised. "There are only four of us here mom and there are six sets of plates. Are we having guest"? He asked, curiosity clearly shown on his face.
"Oh! How could I forget"? Said Bulma, with a now eerie smile on her face. "I met some nice people at the mall today. A nice lady and her daughter, so I invited them over for dinner".
"You invited total strangers to dinner? Dad is gona flip mom"! Said Trunks, biting his lower lip.
"Oh, it's alright. I've already taken care of your father, no need to worry", she said scaring Trunks just a little.
"I hope their not total losers", said Trunks, taking a seat at the table.
Bulma sighed and started placing the drinks onto the table. "Their both wonderful people and I'll bet you'll get along just fine with her daughter, she's around your age ya know", said stated now placing the food on the table.
"That all depends. Is she hot"? Asked Trunks, with a huge gin on his face, which earned him a smack in the back of the head.
"What does it matter, what she looks like"? Asked bulma, finishing the table and wiping off her hands on the apron she was wearing.
Trunks was just about to answer when the door bell rung.
"Oh! Their early. Trunks go get Bra and your father", said Bulma walking quickly over to the door.
"I just hope their as wonderful as you say they are", replied Trunks, leaving to retrieve the rest of his family.
A/n: well…that was interesting. Hope you liked it and don't forget to review I have a lot planed for trunks and this new visitor. Till next time!
