Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ or anything related to it, nor do I make money out of this.

A/N: This is the fist fic I have ever written, so please review and tell me your honest opinion off what you think of it. Is it good? Is it bad? Where does it suck? I welcome every kind of feedback even flames, as long as they hold useful criticism and help me to improve my writing skills.

"..." speaking
'Italics' thinking
dream (beginning end)
... location


Chapter 1

Bra's room

"Hey Goten, guess what? Daddy allowed me to go to Paris with you. Isn't that great?" she said excitedly.

"Why would we need his permission to go to Paris? And why would you want to go there anyway, I mean we just visited her yesterday, so what's the big deal?"

"Argh! Goten you moron, not Paris as in our friend Paris, but as in Paris in France. You know that really big city with this huge iron tower (Eiffeltower) and the romantic flair. Or have you already forgotten that we wanted to go there next week?" the angered blue haired beauty screeched.

"Nonononono, Bra honey. I remember alright, I just needed som time to get it. And never ever would I forget something like that, I'm not dumb." he told her hastily. "By the way, how did you get Vegeta to say yes?"

"..." but before she could utter a word the black haired half Saiyan cut her off.

"No, don't say it, I don't even wanna know." he interjected.

"Kay" the princess said grinning. "But Sweetie I ..." and once again she was cut off in midsentence, however this time not because of her boyfriend rather due to her, in her oppinion stupid and annoying, older brother, who had snatched the phone out of her hand just for the fun of it.

"Hey, give me the phone back, I'm talking, give it back" she shouted while jumping and trying to get it back from the teen, who held it about his head out of her reach, though her attemps were fruitless. "Come on Trunks, I'm talking to Goten, please give it back" Bra whined as she still tried to get a hold of the phone.

"Goten, eh. Some love talk, well I better stop that and redeem the poor guy." he said in a mocking tone and slowly raised his finger on the off-button.

"You wouldn't dare."

"Oh, wouldn't I?" the teen asked challenging while preparing to end the phone call.

"Oh no, you don't" she cried as she lunged at him with the intention to knock him down, but failed miserable, as the lila haired demi just stepped aside, and fell ungracefully on the floor with an "Aughhh" and a laud thud.

Snickering Trunks grabbed the phone, "Hi bro! She'll call you back later. Bye" was all he said before he hung up. Baffled Goten looked at the phone. "Weird family, really" he mumbled and hung up too.

"Trunks, why the hell did you do that?"Bra asked annoyed and poked her brother into the chest.

"Calm down sis, I needed to talk to you."

"And that couldn't wait?" she questioned further still poking him.

"No, now listen. And stop poking me and sit down!" he told her fed up with her nagging. To his own astonishment she obeyed and sat down on the bed. "So" he continued, "I got the present for mum and dad, here." and handed her an envelope, "I also talked to grandpa, he agreed and said he would manage the rest so mum could go."

"Oh, that's great, thanks. Do you think they will like it?"

"Like it? Mum will love it and dad, well, he'll love it too, even if he says it's shit and he'll only waste precious training time, he'll go along with it. You know him, he would never admit that he likes it."

"Right. Anyway, what do you think daddy got for mum?"

"I don't know, but I bet he'll hate the party she's giving."

"Yeah, probably."

"Hey Bra. Do you remember the last time she did that?"

"Mmmhhhhh. His face was priceless, like today at breakfast as he looked at mum as if she had grown a second head. Hahahaha. That was so much fun, I wish I had had a camera." She laughed.

"Me too, me too, but we can always do that tonight." He told her snickering.

Bra nodded her had in agreement and wiped away her tears as she heard cars pull in the driveway. 'Trucks? Why would there be ... . Ah, the party service and the catering. Wait, they're already here!'

"Oh, then I better get ready for the party." She thought out loud.

"Bra, the party won't start for another eight hours, so chill out."

"WHAT! Only eight hours. I only have eight hours to go shopping for a dress, matching shoes and a purse, then I have to do my hair, my make up, and ... . I'll never get ready on time" the Saiyan princess cried out exasperated.

"Women" the demi muttered unter his breath and disbelievingly shook his head.

"WHAT did you say!" his sister questioned him in a dangerously and way to calm tone, one that froze you on the spot and you know you're as good as dead.

"Uhh..., ahh...I...ahh...uhh...nothing. I... better go and ...ahh... help mum." the Saiyan teen stuttered and fled, once again, to escape his sister's wrath.

Trunks slendered aimlessly through the halls of the huge C.C. compound, after leaving his little sister to do only-God-knows-what. As he came past the living room he saw people carrieing tables, chairs, decoration, ... , for tonight's celebration, around. He spotted his mother in the midst overlooking the work. The asolescent decided to help, due to the fact that he was bored to tears and had nothing else to do for the time being.

'Well, nothing better to do, so, oh well.'

"Hey. Mum. Do you need any help?

"Always honey."

"So what shall I do?"

"You can mow the lawn, because the bot is broken and I don't have the time to repair it. Could you do that for me? It would really help me and you would do me a great favor with that." Bulma said, while at the same time telling the workers where to put the decoration, tables, chairs, ... .

The teen groaned but nevertheless only said "Sure.".

"Thanks Trunks, you're great son."

"No problem mum" he answered defeated and let out a heavy sigh and walked out to the backyard to retrieve the old mower.

'Why me? Why, from all the works, do I get the one I detest the most? Life isn't fair. Argh! What the fuck I'm thinking? It is my own damn fault for asking in the first place. What in the seventh hell did possess me to ask and do this anyway?

Oh, yeah, I remember boredom. Ahhh, I'm so stupid.' He berated himself mentally. 'Well, I better get started and get it over with.' and started the dreaded task.


I hope you liked the first chapter; amd sorry for the terrible layout, but fanfictiction won't let me keep my originale one and I can't modifiy it to my liking here.