I'm amazed by all of your reply's thank you! The subject matter coming up
is unusual in a fanfic but I wanted there to be some unconscious link
between the two, so I figured why not torture Trunks?! Let me know what you
think!!
Disclaimer-see chapter one
Chapter 2-Sleepless nights
Trunks unlocked the door to his apartment and stepped inside. He threw his coat and keys on the floor and flopped on the couch covering his eyes with his arm. He had just had another miserable date. Thanks to his mother. In fact he had almost given up dating all together due to his 'little problem'. Actually it had all begun about two years ago, up until then he had a different woman every week. Heck sometimes every night.
He sighed thinking back to the first time his problem occurred. He and some red head were in the back seat of his limo, they had skipped the fore play since they were on their way to a Banquet for C.C. It was time for him to 'perform' and it wasn't happening. He kinda laughed it off and told her maybe later, but she was very disappointed although she said it didn't matter. Well that was the first of a string of fiascos. He put it off as a fluke, I mean he was a Prince after all there was no way that he could be impotent, no way at all.
His worry finally over came over his embarrassment so he went to see his private doctor (no pun intended). Anyhow several dozens of tests later he was declared to be in perfect physical form and it was eventually blamed on stress. After a humiliating discussion with his mother he took two weeks off but it didn't help. In fact he staved off women all together except for social events, at which he kept them at arms length.
He sighed thinking of how low he had sunk; he even went to his father for advice. His father, he groaned just thinking about it. He had gone to Vegeta out of desperation since the vacation didn't work. He remembered the scene vividly he had stopped Vegeta on the way to the gravity chamber one morning. They entered and Vegeta had faced him annoyed.
"What is it brat?" He spat.
Trunks fidgeted nervously for a second before looking Vegeta in the eye. He quickly explained his problem to Vegeta. Vegeta snorted, and called him an 'imbecile' as he walked away. Trunks fell to his knees in defeat. His life sucked.
Trunks sighed again as he sat up from the couch. His mother had set him up with an acquaintances daughter and reluctantly he had agreed. She was beautiful with auburn hair and sparkling ... well actually he couldn't remember her eye color or her name either for that matter, but he was very attracted to her. And the feeling was mutual, in fact he thought that maybe the curse was behind him. They headed back to her hotel room after dinner and got very, very close and then... Nothing. To make matters worse she laughed at him, showing her true colors. Laughed at him, Trunks Briefs. Trunks had left angry.
Angry at her, himself, and the whole situation. He remembered Bra mocking him at dinner one night he came to visit. How she found he didn't know, he was surprised it wasn't plastered on the front of all the newspapers by now. Anyway Bra snickered at him saying that he probably wore it out. Lucky for Bra his father walked in mid-strangle.
He jumped a little as the phone rang interrupting his thoughts. What now? he thought as he rolled off of the couch and crawled to the phone which was just out of reach. He would of ignored it except that it was his private line, since it was after midnight it must be important.
"Hello?"
"TRUNKS!!!" His mother screeched as Trunks pulled the phone away and winced.
"Are you trying to make me go deaf mother?" Trunks asked getting back on the phone.
"Sorry Trunks, but I need you to go to America. Arnold Philips the Vice President there just had a gall bladder attack and had to have emergency surgery. He had a major deal to close on Monday and you have to be there instead."
Trunks groaned. "Can't someone else handle it?"
"No Mister because YOU ARE! Now your plane leaves in two hours, I suggest you start packing." Click.
Trunks grumbled under his breath as he pushed himself off the floor and headed to his room. Well, he hasn't been to America in several years. Maybe this will end up being a good thing.
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Pan sat across from her parents as they ate. She was a little nervous about mentioning her interview, realizing that it was best to just get it out in the open she took a deep breath.
"Guess what happened at school today?" She began smiling so wide her cheeks hurt.
Gohan smiled back at his daughter "Hmmm, let me guess, you were awarded the Pulitzer Prize."
"Better! Mr. France set me up for an interview with a major Corporation for an internship program!"
Videl looked up and smiled at her daughter's excitement. "That's great sweetheart!"
Gohan frowned a thin little crease on his brow marring his perfect skin. "What about your other responsibilities?"
"Well I've thought it all out. My college classes are in the morning so I can work there in the afternoon and teach classes on the weekend."
Gohan grunted as he continued eating.
"What's the name of this company?" Videl asked ignoring her husband.
Pan looked surprised. "Oh didn't I tell you? It's Capsule Corp."
Gohan choked on his food as Pan watched his face turn from red to blue.
"Are you okay dad?" Gohan nodded as he pounded himself in the chest with his fist as he swallowed and gulped in the fresh air.
"I'm sorry sweetheart, did you say Capsule Corp?"
Pan nodded "I'm supposed to meet Mr. Phillips there on Monday, he's in charge of all the offices in the U.S.!"
Pan frowned when Gohan didn't reply, "Come on dad! You're the one that said I had to make my own way in life and be responsible. If I work there and at the dojo, I'll be able to save for a car even faster. Please, daddy?"
Gohan sighed, as he looked into his daughters sparkling eyes. He knew that the Briefs rarely came to the U.S. and if they did they certainly wouldn't be meeting any interns. "Ok, as long you keep your grades up."
His body warmed at Videl's smile as Pan ran around the table and squeezed his neck. "You guys are the best!"
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Gohan lay next to his wife her skin still damp from their exertion.
"Do I smell weird?" Videl asked lazily tracing a finger over his sculptured torso.
Gohan looked over at her strangely. "Of course not, why do you ask?"
Videl informed him of her earlier conversation with Pan.
"You think it's a Saiyan thing?" Videl asked.
Gohan nodded "Probably, I thought the other girls I know stunk but I thought that it was just their perfume. "
"So Saiyan's choose their mate by scent?" Videl asked.
Gohan shrugged his skin gently rolling over his taunt muscles. Even after almost two decades of not training Gohan's physique still was awe- inspiring.
"I don't know, I never really thought about it." Gohan replied.
"I think we should tell her." Videl said suddenly.
Gohan turned over on his side with his back to Videl. "We've been over this before."
"I know but she's changed so much lately, when she was little it was no big deal but now. I don't know, I think she'd be able to handle it."
"You think she'd be okay with knowing than she's part alien. In fact that she comes from a race of uncaring murderers that destroyed everything and everyone that got in their path. Or how about we tell her that she had a tail and that if she looked at the moon she would of turned into a giant monkey and destroyed the world."
Videl spoke softly, "Actually, I thought we could tell her that she is different from other teenagers. That the blood of the strongest beings in the universe runs through her veins and it is nothing to be ashamed of." Videl paused. "Or maybe I should tell that to you." She added softly as she turned her back to his.
Disclaimer-see chapter one
Chapter 2-Sleepless nights
Trunks unlocked the door to his apartment and stepped inside. He threw his coat and keys on the floor and flopped on the couch covering his eyes with his arm. He had just had another miserable date. Thanks to his mother. In fact he had almost given up dating all together due to his 'little problem'. Actually it had all begun about two years ago, up until then he had a different woman every week. Heck sometimes every night.
He sighed thinking back to the first time his problem occurred. He and some red head were in the back seat of his limo, they had skipped the fore play since they were on their way to a Banquet for C.C. It was time for him to 'perform' and it wasn't happening. He kinda laughed it off and told her maybe later, but she was very disappointed although she said it didn't matter. Well that was the first of a string of fiascos. He put it off as a fluke, I mean he was a Prince after all there was no way that he could be impotent, no way at all.
His worry finally over came over his embarrassment so he went to see his private doctor (no pun intended). Anyhow several dozens of tests later he was declared to be in perfect physical form and it was eventually blamed on stress. After a humiliating discussion with his mother he took two weeks off but it didn't help. In fact he staved off women all together except for social events, at which he kept them at arms length.
He sighed thinking of how low he had sunk; he even went to his father for advice. His father, he groaned just thinking about it. He had gone to Vegeta out of desperation since the vacation didn't work. He remembered the scene vividly he had stopped Vegeta on the way to the gravity chamber one morning. They entered and Vegeta had faced him annoyed.
"What is it brat?" He spat.
Trunks fidgeted nervously for a second before looking Vegeta in the eye. He quickly explained his problem to Vegeta. Vegeta snorted, and called him an 'imbecile' as he walked away. Trunks fell to his knees in defeat. His life sucked.
Trunks sighed again as he sat up from the couch. His mother had set him up with an acquaintances daughter and reluctantly he had agreed. She was beautiful with auburn hair and sparkling ... well actually he couldn't remember her eye color or her name either for that matter, but he was very attracted to her. And the feeling was mutual, in fact he thought that maybe the curse was behind him. They headed back to her hotel room after dinner and got very, very close and then... Nothing. To make matters worse she laughed at him, showing her true colors. Laughed at him, Trunks Briefs. Trunks had left angry.
Angry at her, himself, and the whole situation. He remembered Bra mocking him at dinner one night he came to visit. How she found he didn't know, he was surprised it wasn't plastered on the front of all the newspapers by now. Anyway Bra snickered at him saying that he probably wore it out. Lucky for Bra his father walked in mid-strangle.
He jumped a little as the phone rang interrupting his thoughts. What now? he thought as he rolled off of the couch and crawled to the phone which was just out of reach. He would of ignored it except that it was his private line, since it was after midnight it must be important.
"Hello?"
"TRUNKS!!!" His mother screeched as Trunks pulled the phone away and winced.
"Are you trying to make me go deaf mother?" Trunks asked getting back on the phone.
"Sorry Trunks, but I need you to go to America. Arnold Philips the Vice President there just had a gall bladder attack and had to have emergency surgery. He had a major deal to close on Monday and you have to be there instead."
Trunks groaned. "Can't someone else handle it?"
"No Mister because YOU ARE! Now your plane leaves in two hours, I suggest you start packing." Click.
Trunks grumbled under his breath as he pushed himself off the floor and headed to his room. Well, he hasn't been to America in several years. Maybe this will end up being a good thing.
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Pan sat across from her parents as they ate. She was a little nervous about mentioning her interview, realizing that it was best to just get it out in the open she took a deep breath.
"Guess what happened at school today?" She began smiling so wide her cheeks hurt.
Gohan smiled back at his daughter "Hmmm, let me guess, you were awarded the Pulitzer Prize."
"Better! Mr. France set me up for an interview with a major Corporation for an internship program!"
Videl looked up and smiled at her daughter's excitement. "That's great sweetheart!"
Gohan frowned a thin little crease on his brow marring his perfect skin. "What about your other responsibilities?"
"Well I've thought it all out. My college classes are in the morning so I can work there in the afternoon and teach classes on the weekend."
Gohan grunted as he continued eating.
"What's the name of this company?" Videl asked ignoring her husband.
Pan looked surprised. "Oh didn't I tell you? It's Capsule Corp."
Gohan choked on his food as Pan watched his face turn from red to blue.
"Are you okay dad?" Gohan nodded as he pounded himself in the chest with his fist as he swallowed and gulped in the fresh air.
"I'm sorry sweetheart, did you say Capsule Corp?"
Pan nodded "I'm supposed to meet Mr. Phillips there on Monday, he's in charge of all the offices in the U.S.!"
Pan frowned when Gohan didn't reply, "Come on dad! You're the one that said I had to make my own way in life and be responsible. If I work there and at the dojo, I'll be able to save for a car even faster. Please, daddy?"
Gohan sighed, as he looked into his daughters sparkling eyes. He knew that the Briefs rarely came to the U.S. and if they did they certainly wouldn't be meeting any interns. "Ok, as long you keep your grades up."
His body warmed at Videl's smile as Pan ran around the table and squeezed his neck. "You guys are the best!"
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Gohan lay next to his wife her skin still damp from their exertion.
"Do I smell weird?" Videl asked lazily tracing a finger over his sculptured torso.
Gohan looked over at her strangely. "Of course not, why do you ask?"
Videl informed him of her earlier conversation with Pan.
"You think it's a Saiyan thing?" Videl asked.
Gohan nodded "Probably, I thought the other girls I know stunk but I thought that it was just their perfume. "
"So Saiyan's choose their mate by scent?" Videl asked.
Gohan shrugged his skin gently rolling over his taunt muscles. Even after almost two decades of not training Gohan's physique still was awe- inspiring.
"I don't know, I never really thought about it." Gohan replied.
"I think we should tell her." Videl said suddenly.
Gohan turned over on his side with his back to Videl. "We've been over this before."
"I know but she's changed so much lately, when she was little it was no big deal but now. I don't know, I think she'd be able to handle it."
"You think she'd be okay with knowing than she's part alien. In fact that she comes from a race of uncaring murderers that destroyed everything and everyone that got in their path. Or how about we tell her that she had a tail and that if she looked at the moon she would of turned into a giant monkey and destroyed the world."
Videl spoke softly, "Actually, I thought we could tell her that she is different from other teenagers. That the blood of the strongest beings in the universe runs through her veins and it is nothing to be ashamed of." Videl paused. "Or maybe I should tell that to you." She added softly as she turned her back to his.