Goten vs. Trunks
Chapter Two: Betrothed
"Did you talk to Goten?" Bulma asked as Trunks walked in the front door and spread himself on to the sofa.
He nodded.
"What did he say?"
Trunks grunted.
"Well, ok, but before you turn into a grunting couch potato make sure to set the dishes out on the table. Our guest will be here in an hour." Trunks let out a long groan, but got up and walked into the kitchen.
"Mom!" Bulla yelled as she ran into the house slamming the front door open. "Mom, dad and I found some really cute stuff!" Bulma smiled as Vegeta walked into the house with a frown that you could barely see; seeing as how he was caring all of the bags Bulla had bought.
Bulma laughed as she took some of the bags from Vegeta and put them in Bulla's room. Trunks, on the other hand, was trying very hard to hide that he had taken something that belonged to his father; it was working, for now.
Trunks stared at his father as he walked into the kitchen. "What?" Vegeta asked with a frown.
Trunks shook his head. "Nothin'." He said as he began to pull plates out of the cabinet. Vegeta frowned again and walked out. Trunks let out a great sigh.
Vegeta walked into his room and sat on the bed. He had a strange feeling that he hadn't had since he had left the planet of Vegeta and everyone he knew. He slowly got up off the bed and walked to his dresser drawer. He pulled it opened and began moving his clothes around. A few minutes later he returned to the kitchen, where Trunks and Bulma were setting up the food. "Where are the old pictures that I use to keep in my drawer?" He asked calmly.
"Pictures..." Bulma asked setting down the potatoes. "What pictures, darling?"
"Don't play innocent with me. The pictures I had long before Trunks was born! What happened to them?" He yelled impatiently. Bulla had heard the noise and had rushed into the kitchen. Trunks and Bulla looked at each other. They had never seen their father yell at Bulma before.
Bulma walked slowly back over to the kitchen counter and sighed. "Trunks why don't you go find Goten and his family and tell them that we're ready. Bulla, you can find Marron." Trunks slowly walked by his father and pushed his little sister out the front door of the house.
"Well, I'm waiting for an explanation." Vegeta hissed. He grabbed Bulma by the arm and pulled her over to him.
"Sweet heart calm down. The pictures are safe. I put all of them, but one, in a box and stuck it under the bed so that they wouldn't get ruined." She pulled herself free of his grip.
"…And the one missing?"
"I gave it to Trunks. He found that one interesting for some reason."
"What was is of?" Vegeta asked sitting down at the table.
"It was the one with Kiore in it."
"Goten!" Trunks called over the screaming of Chichi. Trunks watched as Gohan, Goten and Goku flew out of the house and up into the air as pots and pans flew over their heads.
"Hey Trunks, How yah doin?" Goku asked catching his breath.
"I'm guessing Chichi isn't ready to go yet?" Trunks asked laughing as he dodged a pan that whizzed by his head.
Gohan squinted. "Nah." He said flying a little higher.
"I'm sure we'll be ready in a few minutes," Goku said. "In the mean time, Gohan and Goten are welcome to go on ahead."
Goten smiled as he and his older brother followed Trunks into the thick grey clouds ahead.
"Wow. It looks like there's gonna be a storm." Gohan said as he and the other two boys arrived at the Brief's house. "I've never in my life seen the sky look so bad." He said looking out the window. Goten and Trunks nodded in agreement. As Gohan walked into the living room of the house, Trunks grabbed Goten's shirt and pulled him up the stairs. He shut the door behind him as Goten sat down on Trunks's bed.
"What's the deal Trunks? This is one of my really good shirts." He said smoothing his brand new tee out.
Trunks walked over to the bed and sat down beside his friend. "I think my dad knows about the picture my mom gave me earlier. He came into the kitchen and started yelling at my mom. He's never yelled at her like that before, especially not over some old picture."
Goten shrugged, "Maybe that picture was really special to him. I mean it's off his best friend or… his sweet heart…or?"
"Yeah, they use to be sweet hearts, I mean…" There was a knock at the door, which interrupted the boys' thoughts. Vegeta walked in with his arms crossed. He looked at Goten and cocked his head towards the door. Goten slowly got up, looking at Trunks, and walked passed Vegeta, and back down the stairs to join his mom and dad, who had just arrived.
Vegeta shut the door. He walked over to Trunks's window and looked out, his arms still crossed. "Somethin wrong dad?" Trunks asked breaking the silence. His father turned and faced him.
"Do you know who the girl is?" He asked calmly as he sat down in a chair at the foot of the window. Trunks shook his head. "Her name is Kiore. She and I were betrothed."
"What happened?" Trunks asked cautiously.
Vegeta smirked then a frown spread across his face. "When Vegeta was destroyed I didn't think it was fair that she should have to stay with me, so we made a deal. Since she had to be married to someone in my family we decided that she would marry the heir, which of course is my first born son, you." "She came to earth a little after Goku. I don't know where she is right now, but she said that she would show up around her sixteenth birthday, which is the day she would meet the man she would spend the rest of her life with."
Trunks felt as if the air in his body had been knocked out. "I'm betrothed to her? She would have to be years older than me now!"
Vegeta smirked again. "She's different. She doesn't age, not unless she decides to. She turned sixteen yesterday. I would expect her to turn up any day now."
Trunks's head was spinning. He was betrothed to a beautiful brunette who was only one year younger than himself. What would Goten say?
"Hahahahahahhaha! You're betrothed!" Goten giggled as he fell out of the chair he was sitting in and knocked all of his food onto the ground. He rolled around on the grass clenching his stomach.
"Wow, is it that funny, Goten?" Trunks asked trying his hardest not to get angry. He didn't think it was funny, not one bit. Just thinking about it made his insides squirm.
Rain began to pour as Chichi and Bulma started cleaning up the dinner dishes. Goten and Trunks had decided to go inside since there clothes were soaked and sticking to their bodies. As they walked up to Trunks's room they heard something hit the window. Trunks opened his door and walked in his room. He and Goten looked around. Nothing was misplaced and the window was shut. Trunks still had an uneasy feeling. Goten walked to the window and looked out.
"Trunks, look at the sky." He said as he put on dry clothes that Trunks had lent him. Trunks walked over to the window as he took off his shirt to reveal his muscular abs. It had began raining harder now and the clouds were dark, almost black.
"Something's not right, Goten." Trunks said as he turned around. "The clouds are so dark now. And it's raining harder. I've never seen the weather like this before." Trunks suddenly remembered what his father had said earlier. 'She turned sixteen yesterday. I would expect her to turn up any day now.' He had said. "What if she shows up tonight?" He asked aloud.
"Don't worry so much, Trunks. I'm sure if she shows up you'll like her." Goten tried to reassure his friend, still trying to keep his giggles under control.
"I don't think me liking her is going to be a problem. Just admitting to myself that I'm betrothed…it's gonna take me a while." He said.
"Hey, no one said you had to get married tonight. You're only seventeen and plus, your dad said she was just gonna met the man of her dreams not get married in that one night." Goten was right. No one said he had to be married right away, but still, Trunks wasn't sure. "Oh…Trunks, look outside." Goten said suddenly. Trunks turned and opened the window. Everything was dry. There wasn't a cloud insight.
"How is that possible! This is too weird." He said turning to Goten who shrugged. Maybe he and Goten were wrong. Maybe Kiore wasn't going to show up. Only time would tell.
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