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Author's Note: Hi. Thanks for reading. I'm glad you liked it. Sorry about the delay, had problems accessing the internet. Anyway, here's the next part. Enjoy :)

Chapter Two: Making the Right Impression

The sky was a clear blue and the sun was shining brightly. It was still quite early. That was one of the not so good points of using public transport. If I had taken the later bus I would most definitely have been late. So obviously I had to take the earlier one. I was sitting on the lawn, making a daisy chain, when a scarlet sports car pulled into the college. The number plate read 'TRUNKS1'. No prizes for guessing whose it was. And there he was.

"Wow Trunks, that's a great car," said a girl with blonde hair and the tiniest skirt imaginable. Her hand was on his chest. It was obvious she was admiring more than just the car.

"It is impressive, isn't it?" Trunks smiled. Then he looked in my direction. Quickly I turned my gaze onto the daisy chain I had started. It was a chain of three flowers.

"You can take me for a ride anytime," another girl giggled, holding onto one of his bare arms.

"Hey, there," Trunks had left his fans and had started towards me. I assumed he was talking to me, but I just ignored him. Referring to someone as 'hey' to get their attention was far from flattering. "Hello," he said, now standing in front of me and waving his hand in front of my face. I looked up and stared at him. It is kind of difficult when someone is trying so hard to be a nuisance.

"I do have a name, you know," I told him.

"You never told me your name," he said crouching before me.

"You never asked."

"Are you always like this?"

"Like what?"

"Nah, it doesn't matter," he stood up and began walking away.

"If you've got something to say then say it," I told him as I got on my feet.

"Fine," he began, turning around "You think you're too good for anyone."

"What?" Where was all this coming from? He didn't even know me. "I don't know what you're talking about, and I don't know what you want from me, but I've never thought like that."

"Okay then," he tapped me on the nose. "If that's true, go out with me." It sounded like a demand.

"Wow, you sure know how to impress a girl don't you?"

"What do you say then?" He persisted. I couldn't believe it. He was being serious.

"I don't think there's enough room for me."

"Meaning...?"

"You already have more than enough company," I paused briefly.

"If you're talking about them, you're wrong. I'm not seeing anyone at the moment. I guess they just can't get enough of me."

"I didn't mean them."

"Huh?"

"Your over-sized ego," I affirmed, making a fist and tapping him gently on the head. "Bye."

I was making my way along the corridor when I bumped into Miss Suzuki.

"Nasake, your report was great," said Miss Suzuki, looking rather pleased.

"Thank you, Miss Suzuki," I sighed in relief.

"I was wondering, since you already know so much about the company, if you'd consider doing a piece for the college newspaper."

"Really…?"

"There's a new model that they're working on, and because of the college's reputation, Capsule Corp is willing to give us an exclusive interview. Of course for them it is also a chance for publicity."

"Sure, I'll do it," I said with enthusiasm.

"Great they're expecting you anytime this afternoon," she smiled. "I leave that with you then." Miss Suzuki then went on her way.

"Miss Suzuki, I um…," I called back slowly to her, realising what I was agreeing to. What if I bumped into Trunks?

"What is it?" She stopped suddenly and turned back to face my direction. "You can make it, can't you?"

"Yeah, of course," I said quickly, changing my mind. "No problem. Sorry about that."

"I knew I could count on you."

That's what I thought she'd say. Well, it was a good opportunity for me as well. Besides, Trunks didn't own Capsule Corp yet. His family did. This was business. He probably wouldn't be there anyway.

"Hi, I'm here about the interview for the college newspaper," I told the lady at reception.

"That's fine. I'll show you the way."

"Thank you."

The lady knocked at the door. Then opening it enough to stick her head through she called out "There's a girl from the college to see you about the interview."

"Sure. Send her in." It was another woman.

"You can go straight in," the receptionist told me.

I entered the room, the door shut behind me.

"Hi there," said a woman with turquoise hair. She looked kind of busy. "You can call me Bulma. You are?"

"Nasake," I said quietly.

"Well, take a seat Nasake and uh, help yourself to something to drink," she indicated the table. "I shouldn't be too long now."

I did as she said and helped myself to a drink, not wanting to seem rude. Hour passed after hour. Bulma kept apologising to me for the delay and I just sat as patiently as I could manage and saying that it didn't matter.

Just then the door opened and in came Trunks. I don't why I was so surprised, his family did own the company, after all.

"Hi Trunks," Bulma said looking up from her project. "Just the person I need. Nasake this is my son, Trunks." She was his mother? Trunks looked almost as shocked as I did. Not for the same reason as me, of course, but because he hadn't noticed I was there until then. He turned round and stared at me. "Trunks, this is Nasake. She's doing the article on Capsule Corp for the college paper."

"We've met."

"You have? That's great," she said with a sigh of relief. "Then you won't mind showing her around." Then Trunks's mother addressed me "Nasake, Trunks will be able to answer all your questions, okay?"

I just nodded in response.

"Shall we?" Trunks motioned for me to go with him.

"It was nice to meet you," I told her as I followed Trunks towards the door.

"It was nice to meet you too. I'm just sorry I couldn't talk to you myself," she paused for a second "but I'm sure it'll be more fun discussing it with Trunks."

I simply smiled. Then I left the room. Trunks came out after me and pulled the door shut. Then he started down the corridor. I walked alongside him silently.

"I didn't think you'd show up at Capsule Corp," he said stopping suddenly.

"Why do you say that?"

"Well, you didn't seem too sociable earlier."

"And from what I remember, you were sociable enough with everyone for the both of us. Besides this isn't a social visit."

"Relax, I know. You're here to write the article. You didn't count on bumping into me at all," there was a hint of sarcasm in his voice as he said that. He was full of himself.

"I'm sorry to burst your bubble, but that's absolutely right. The truth is I didn't know who you were until just a few days ago."

"You didn't?" His face was full of surprise.

"Should I have done?"

"What did you want to know?" Trunks asked me. No doubt he was trying to change the subject. From that point on, Trunks was surprisingly quiet, speaking only to answer my questions. Maybe I touched a nerve.

There was a light breeze, the leaves rustled in the wind and the birds were singing. It was going to be a weekend of great weather, a time to be spent outdoors. Trunks and Goten, however, were indoors.

"Hi, guys," Goku greeted Goten and Trunks. "What are you doing in on a day like this?"

"Thinking," Trunks replied distractedly.

"Hey, better you than me," Goku grinned. "Well, maybe I'll see you guys a bit later. I'm going to go and train. Don't work yourselves too hard."

"Yeah, see you later dad," said Goten.

"Bye Goku," said Trunks.

"You're still thinking about her, aren't you?" Goten began suddenly.

"I'm just planning my next move."

"It'll have to be something ingenious to get her to get close to you. Even I could have told you that trying to make a girl jealous isn't the best idea."

"Who are you trying to make jealous?" Chi Chi asked them, walking into the room. She eyed them suspiciously.

"Hi, mum. It's nothing serious," Goten told her with a smile, trying to break her inquisitive smile.

"I hope you boys aren't trying to break another girl's heart?"

"The opposite actually," said Trunks.

"Trunks is having a difficult time trying to court her," Goten added.

"Really," Chi Chi's expression softened, "that's just too bad, Trunks. Dating does require some talent. Fortunately, for my Goten it comes quite naturally to him."

"Mum," Goten blushed, but Trunks just stared in disbelief.

"Goten, do you want to lose the bet?" Trunks whispered sounding frustrated.

"Why do you say that?"

"Well, don't you think by drawing everyone's attention to it, you'll end up helping me win?"

"How do you figure that?"

"Everyone likes to have their say, Goten. They'll want to give me some kind of advice."

"That maybe true," he grinned, "but from where I'm standing, I get to play the guy who gets all the girls just like that," Goten said, snapping his fingers.

At that point, Goku entered the room, "Hi everyone," he said with a big smile.

"Finished training already, dear?" Chi Chi asked him.

"I didn't even start. I went out there, but then I had this strange feeling in my stomach. So I decided that it would be best if I came back and ate first. Supper is almost ready isn't it, Chi Chi?"

"Not long now, Goku," she replied. Then she faced Trunks "You'll be staying for dinner, won't you Trunks?"

"Thank you," he accepted the offer.

"Great. Then Goku, maybe you can give Trunks a few pointers."

"He already knows how to fight, Chi Chi," he said with a glance in Trunks's direction.

"Does everything have to be about fighting?"

"What else is there?" Goku had a bewildered expression on his face.

"The reason you married me," Chi Chi hinted, desperately hoping that Goku would understand what she meant.

"I know this. It was because…"

"Dad," Goten whispered, drawing hearts in the air with his fingers.

"Don't help him, Goten," her tone was firm.

"It was because… you asked me to." Goku had the expression of someone who had achieved victory in a great battle. "That was it, wasn't it?"

"Yes Goku…" she was calm at first, "and if I asked you to, would you jump off a cliff!?" Chi Chi shouted.

"Where's the sense in that?" Goku said still clueless.

Then Chi Chi stamped out of the room and slammed the door shut.

"We're ready whenever you are, Chi Chi," Goku called to her.

The door opened "Well, you'll be waiting a long time," she retorted and then she slammed it shut again.

"Now, what was it you guys wanted to talk about?" Goku turned to Goten and Trunks. They just exchanged glances, taken aback by what had just happened. Somehow, Goku didn't seem like the right person to be giving Trunks pointers on this topic.

"Your mother said that I should talk to you," Vegeta told him.

"She did?" Trunks looked puzzled. He never mentioned anything to her.

"Something about needing my advice, but I didn't think you had any problems in that department."

Then all of a sudden it made sense. Chi Chi must have said something.

"I don't," Trunks was defensive.

"Well, what is it then?"

"There's this girl," he was hesitant at first, but what more did he have to lose, "she won't take much notice of me."

"You can't force her to be interested in you."

"I know that."

"Is she really worth the trouble?"

"My reputation depends on it."

"Well, I suppose upholding your reputation is an important reason. You don't want people thinking your soft."

Concern came over Trunks's face at Vegeta's last comment. His mind wandered to what his father's reaction would be if he lost the bet and had to make the announcement.

"What would you do?"

"Can't say I've ever really thought about it," he paused, "You just want her attention, eh?"

"That'd be a start."

"Then I'd have to say, fear is the best strategy," said Vegeta. "When a woman is afraid, she's sure to look for comfort in strong arms. That's when you make your move."

"So you're saying that I should scare her?" Trunks asked, still a bit unsure.

"I'd like to think of it as protecting rather than scaring," he paused for a moment, "but it doesn't hurt to add something to the equation to give you the chance to protect her."

"What sort of something?"

"How would I know? Use your own imagination."

"Hmm," Trunks thought about his father's advice.

"Now if you don't mind, I'd like to get back to my training."

"Sure. Thanks."

That's all for now, so I hope you enjoyed it.

Thanks again,

Lady Leonhart 5/07/04