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 2
The Son's home
Lazy Goten lay sprawled over the couch flipping through channels in hope of finding something good to watch, but it was clear to see that he was in deep thought and not paying any attention at all, 'cause the screen was blank and the TV not even turned on.
'Paris! When did I ever agree to go to Paris? Hell, I don't have the slightest idea where or what Paris is.' The black haired youth pondered. 'Well, maybe I said yes as Bra showed me her new bikini? Maybe; possibly; I can't remember. Anyway I better think of something to get for her birthday next month, or she'll have my head.' he shuddered 'I swear she's definitely Vegeta's daughter.'
'Yeah, Vegeta. I really wonder how she got him to allow her to go together with ME there' That means it's only a matter of time before he finds out we're an item. God, I don't even want to know how he'll react. I'll be glad if I only have a few new holes to breath through and some broken bones, Trunks too; poor guy. Wait, what the hell I'm thinking; poor me?'
"Goten! Goten! GOTEN!"
Ripped out of his thoughts he fell totally startled from the couch and bumped his head on the small coffee table. Rubbing his sore head he looked dazed and confused around, searching for the source of the interruption.
"GOOOTTEEENN!"
He jerked his head into the direction from where the shrill and loud voice came only to see something round, metallic-grey hit him dead on. A second time he fell to the floor, only this time it took him a few seconds to recover from the blow. Pulling himself into a sitting position, he pocked his head upwards, where he was met with the furious gaze of his mother, who hold a frying pan in her hands.
"Uhh ... ahh ... what's up mum?" he asked her carefully while getting to his feet and nursing his bright red face.
"Goten Einstein Son! (Sorry, I had to put that here, 'cause I just saw the episode where ChiChi wanted to name Gohan Einstein or Archimedes) Where have you been?" his mother scolded him "I called you for the last minute for lunch and you ..."
"LUNCH!" and with a shout of joy he raced to the kitchen.
"No running in my house!" the women shouted after him, but realising it was fruitless and that he hadn't heard her she just shook her head muttering "Saiyans" under her breath and also walked back into the kitchen.
As she entered the room she was not the last bit surprised by the scene that awaited her; food was spread everywhere, dirty dishes pilling high on the table, all the food nearly gone and her husband and youngest son devouring the remains of the meal into their mouths as if they were starving.
Disbelieving she looked at the mess the two made and how they were eating. 'A kingdom for tablemanners she thought (I hope that's the right saying) and joined them to eat her own portion.
After she had finished, she put all dishes onto the counter and started putting them into the sink.
"Goku, Goten be ready at 6." She told them while working.
"Ready for what?" asked her husband.
"For the party." His wife explained in a slightly aggravated tone.
"Party? Why would we go to a party? Is it time for a new prepidant?"
"You moron, it's president and not prepidant and NO it's NOT. I mean a party where a lot of people come together to have fun and celebrate something" an outraged ChiChi screeched.
"Ohh! I knew that." he defended himself, "but it isn't your birthday, or is it?" he wanted to know confused
"Argh ..." was the only sound she could get out.
"O God, sorry Chi, I totally forgot ... I swear I didn't do it on purpose, it just slipped my mind, I ..." rambled the Saiyan and run around the kitchen desperately. "I'll get you some flowers ..."
"Goku"
"... I'll go and buy you a present ..."
"Dad"
"Goku"
" ... and I'll even bake a cake ..."
"GOKU! Stop that! It's not my birthday. It's Bulma's and Vegeta's wedding anniversary" she shouted, her face beat read from anger.
Bewildered the warrior stopped in his tracks. "It's not your birthday? Ohh, I knew that, really. Hahahahaha" he laughed and put his right hand behind his head in embarrassment.
The black haired woman just shook her head along with her son at her husband's stupidity.
"Wait Bulma and Vegeta are married?" he stated surprised. At he murderous glare he received for that comment from his wife he just put up his hands to soothe her rage. "Doesn't matter. So when does it start?"
"At 7 p.m., but we need to get my father first." the visibly calming down female answered him. "So be ready, I don't wanna be late."
"Okay, we'll be on time. Hey I've an idea, why don't we go over earlier, so I can spar with Vegeta and you and your father can meet up with Bulma and her parents" suggested the full blooded Saiyan, by now grinning at his own brilliance.
"NO." was his wife simple declaration.
"I knew you would like my ... What! Why not?"
"Simple, 'cause it's a party and there will be no spars, fights, training, matches or whatever else you may call that. Understood?"
"Yeah, Chi"
"Yeah, mum" the two males stated in unison.
"Good! And now that this is clear you two can do the dishes" with that she retreated from the kitchen.
The father and son duo groaned as they looked at the amount of work that awaited them.
Not even a minute after they started a plate fell on the ground with a loud "Clirr".
"Oh, and before I forget, don't break anything" came Chichi's voice from upstairs.
"Ahhm ... sure mum."
"Uhhh ... sure honey." they retaliated while looking nervously at the broken pieces on the floor.
Trunks
'Damn it, how large is this fucking yard? If it would be any larger you could build an airport. Note to myself just shut your stupid mouth next time. Well, doesn't matter anymore, I'm nearly finished anyway.' the demi berated himself.
'That's so not fair, I'm doing this slave work, while Bra's somewhere shopping for a dress for the party so that she can show off her new dress to Goten, Marron, Uub, Pan, ... . Wait, Pan! Gosh I nearly forgot, really to bad for her that I didn't. But I better remember her or she might accidentally forget.'
Smirking evilly he took out his mobile and phoned his little sister's best friend, his girlfriend.
Ring. Ring
Ring. Ring.
'Come on, answer the phone already.'
Ring. Ring.
"Hel...yawn...lo. Who's there?" asked a sleepy voice.
On the other end snickering was heard.
"Hey, baby, it's me."
"Oh, hi Trunks. What do you want?"
"What, am I not allowed to just call my girlfriend to hear her lovely voice? What were you doing anyway?"
"Sure you are. And I WAS sleeping till you woke me up on this ungodly hour. Which is why it took me so long to get on the phone."
"Awww. Sorry sleepyhead, I didn't know you were still sleeping at 2 in the afternoon."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever. So what do you want?"
"Just called you to remember you of our little deal."
"Damn. I hoped you forgot about that." Pan muttered.
"Nope, I didn't." he said with a grin she could hear.
"Shit! Trunks do I really have to do this?"
"Yes, there's no way out"
"Arrrggghhh!"
"Nanana, temper, temper. This is only for your own good."
"Own good my ass."
"Such a foul language from such a beautiful woman."
"Ahh, shuddup. I'll see you at the party then." she grumbled.
"Sure. Bye, love you."
"Yeah, love you too." the raven haired teen said and hung up.
Just about that time Trunks finished mowing the large backyard of C.C. (Capsule Corporation) and went to put the mower back. On his way to the basement he stumbled across his grandfather .
"Trunks, what are you doing with that?" Dr. Briefs questioned, pointing on the gardening tool in his grandson's hands.
"Wha... ? Oh, that" realisation hitting him. "Well mum asked me to mow the lawn, 'cause the bot was broken and she had no time to repair it, but needed it cut for the party. So." the teen, shrugging his shoulders, explained.
"That's nice of you, boy. But why didn't you just take the new XS-2180 instead of this old thing? It would only have taken you a few minutes at best with that model.!" Bulma's father told him as he left for his lab.
The adolescent just starred after the old man. "T...That...I...Why..." was the only thing the half Saiyan was able to stutter before he passed out.
