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Dirty Prank

Trunks' POV

I sit at home content in my overstuffed couch watching a heated game of baseball on the television. I wait impatiently for the phone to ring. I already know who will be calling and what for. I do feel bad for what I've done but at the same time I kind of feel like it justifies something else. What the something else may be, I have no clue. All I know is that a certain someone is going to be pretty pissed off at me.

I roll my head back onto the cushion closing my eyes. It's a Friday night and after a long day at the office at Capsule Corporation I would usually call up some friends and have a night on the town. But with Goten gone I didn't feel like doing anything but sitting home and waiting for his return. And I guess I'm pretty tired as well.

I have been a little stressed through work and my own personal problems and a night at home is well deserved. But a bigger part of me stays here to wait for this inevitable phone call. Earlier in the day my best friend had asked me to set him up on a date. I don't know what exactly came over me but I had this strange feeling that sat unsettlingly in the pit of my stomach. So in my usual manner I set up a faux meeting for him. I don't know if I did this as a joke to relieve the tension between us or if I purposely set up a meeting doomed from the beginning for some subconscious reason. But is it really subconscious if I'm realizing it?

My cell phone rings a little louder than usual and I scurry to the coffee table it rests on. I fumble it for just a second and then I answer the call.

"Hello?" I ask.

I hear Goten's voice scream across the line, "I can't believe you, you bastard! What kind of sick joke is this?"

I can barely breathe as my own laughter is the only thing I hear. My side's burn and my voice is cracking, but I hear his voice once more. "Trunks! This isn't funny!"

"Aww, come on Goten. You're not having a great time with Gail the Snail?"

"Oh yea, let me tell you. I can't decide what's better, her taking shots of box wine she smuggled in with her purse or making out with our server who is a woman and is most likely going to be pressing charges. I can't wait to carry her ass out to the car and drive her home to leave her passed out on her front porch. I'm having the time of my life!"

"It can't be that bad."

He sighs, "It's worse than you could possibly imagine. I actually had to sneak away just to call you. Now I have the worst headache; my head is pounding!"

"Why don't you just leave?"

"Because I'm not a jerk like you are! I should have known better than to rely on you for something like this."

I can tell he doesn't find this funny in the least and that last comment really stung. I'm starting to feel really bad and decide in this moment I need to make things right. "Look, Goten, just finish out the night and when you get home we can talk this out. And… I'll even…. I'll even set up a real date with a really nice girl I know ok?"

His pause is long and it worries me that he'll turn me down. I see now that hurting him hurt me too.

"Ok," he finally says, "I'll be home shortly."

Goten's POV

I sluggishly walk along the streets with an alcoholic clinging to my arm to drop her off at her house in the city. She stumbles frequently in her tacky high heeled shoes and laughs at absolutely nothing. Everytime I look at her all I think of is beating the crap out of Trunks. He made it seem like he genuinely cared if I wanted to start my life with someone else and set me up. I just didn't realize he was "setting me up".

"So Goten," she slurs, "When we get back to my place… you wanna' come in for coffee?"

"Uh… no thanks, I don't like coffee," sure I may be lying but I think now isn't the time for manners. I think now would be good time to run for my life before this intoxicated succubus starts taking advantage of me in ways I wouldn't think a human woman can but I keep walking her for some reason. It probably because of my mother brainwashing me to respect women, no matter how disgusting. I mean, the girl has been binge drinking for so long her speech has been severely affected and is now a constant slur hence the nickname the public has given her.

"Neither do I haha!" she elbows me in the side, "So you wanna' come in right?"

"No, I'm just dropping you off Gail."

We finally reach her house and we stand at the front door. Her face of delight five seconds ago turns sour and she begins to cry.

Really, Kami? Why me?

She's bawling, "But why? Is it because I'm ugly? Am I too fat?"

"No, that's not it at all!"

"Then why?"

Oh man, I gotta' think of something quick. "Uhh, no, it's because… because… I don't want to take advantage of you Gail. You're too sweet." Those words tasted horrible rolling of my tongue.

She sniffles lightly and looks into my eyes, "Really?"

"Really."

She suddenly forms a stern expression, "Really? Cause I know I'm easy."

"Uhh…"

"You're not gay or something are you?"

"What? No way!" Why would she say something like that?

She closes in and is right in my face, "Are you sure?"

"Yes, I think I would if I were." Yes, another lie.

She stands back crossing her arms. "Well then, I guess I'll just go inside." she spins around to turn the knob of her front door to walk inside except the thick wooden door never opened and poor Gail the Snail walked straight into it. She fell back down on porch completely blacked out.

I hang my head not believing what a mess this girl is. How in the world did she make it this far in life?

"Excuse me," I hear and look up. There standing in the doorway of the house is a young girl about my age with long dark hair. She was clad in sleeping pants and shirt. "What's going on out here?" she asks.

I'm taken back by this girl's presence but find my ground to speak, "I uhh… was just walking Gail home. She walked into the door and passed out. I'm Goten."

The girl laughs, "Well Goten, my name is Saike; I'm her roommate. Would you mind helping me get her inside?"

I pick up Gail and follow Saike inside. She leads me upstairs to the dungeon that is Gail's room. Without Saike looking, I unceremoniously flop "The Snail" on the bed and walk out of the room.

I follow the girl back downstairs and to the front door. I hate to be rude but I just have to ask, "How do you put up with that?"

She sighs, "You have no idea. We were friends and decided to rent this place but then I found out how much of an alcoholic she is and now I'm trying to get out but I don't have the money to leave on my own."

"Oh, that's a shame."

We are silent for just a moment and I know this is unrealistically out of character for me but I really am digging this girl. So I go out on a limb, "If it makes you feel any better I can take you out sometime."

She looks up at me, "Aren't you dating Gail?"

"Uhh, no, not really. My friend set me up with her to play a joke on me. I would have felt like a jerk if I just left her at the restaurant."

She looks like she weighing her options by the way her lips a tightly shut and the way her nose crinkles only slightly. "Well," she says and I'm on edge, "I guess one night out wouldn't hurt."

"Really? Great, when are you free?"

"Tomorrow night?"

"Sure, I'll pick you up." I pull out my phone and ask her to type in her phone number. When she's finished I say goodbye and walk the rest of the way back to the apartment.

Within fifteen minutes I was walking through the front door of the apartment I shared with the ultimate prank master Trunks Briefs. I see him turn away from the TV and in my direction. I stay quiet removing my shoes and walking further into the room.

"Hey," he greets.

I'm silent just staring at him. He sighs heavily for me to hear on purpose then looks me in the eyes, "Ok Goten, I'm sorry ok?"

"Sorry? That woman is a nightmare!"

"But it was a god prank though right?" he starts laughing. I'm not laughing…

"No! You know what happened in highschool!"

He stands up and walks up to me placing a hand on my shoulder, "So what if she snuck into the guy's locker room and tried manhandling you. Some people would appreciate that."

"Yea if she wasn't disease infested then, too."

We're silent for just a minute and I can see he finally truly sees the fault in his horrible prank on me. "Ok I really am sorry Goten. I promise to hook you up with a real date this time."

I back away with a mischievous smile on my face, "No thanks, I already have one." I turn around to walk to my room and deepen the mystery and I know it's working by the way I hear him telling me to hold on.

"Whoa, what now? You already have another date?"

I turn back around and face him, "Yes I do. Her name Saike and we're going out tomorrow night."

What's that look on his face?

"Oh… well that's good. Congrats man," his smile looks broken, "I'm gunna go to bed; kind of tired."

I watch him retire to his room and can't help but feel guilty. But why in the world would I feel guilty?

I decide to not think about it and enter my own room deciding sleeping will benefit me more than watching television. I think sleep will finally disperse this headache of mine.

A ringing emitted from nowhere and in the fog of sleep I somehow realized it was my cell phone. I groan heaving myself up and glance at the alarm clock. It's three in the morning; who in the world would be calling me at this ungodly hour?

I swing my legs over the side of the bed sitting up. I grab my phone and answer. I'm not sure what I said but it apparently wasn't English.

"What?" the voice asked.

"Why are you calling me? Who is this? Do you know what time it is?"

"It's your brother, Goten. I need your opinion on something. It's kind of an emergency."

I suddenly get a small burst of energy enough to wake me up and concentrate. I knew it had to be serious if he was calling me so late. "What's wrong?" I ask, "It's not about Videl is it?"

"Actually, yea it is. I tried calling her OBGYN first but she wasn't answering her phone."

Well, it is the middle of the night and people are usually sleeping now. "Ok, what's wrong with Videl?"

He sighs, "She says she's been having cramps and has been spotting. Should I take her to the hospital?"

Way to be descriptive. "How bad is the cramping and spotting?"

"She can still walk around and she said very little."

Still half asleep I make the assumption she's experiencing something very normal and most women go through. "It's probably nothing," I tell Gohan, "Just keep a close eye on her and it anything gets worse just take her to the hospital, ok?"

He's quiet for a minute then says, "Ok. Thanks Goten. And sorry to bother you so late."

"No bother. I'll see you later."

I hang up the phone and drop it on the nightstand beside my bed. I flop back down and ready myself for sleep until there is a knocking on my door.

You have got to be kidding me…

"Yeah?" I call out.

Trunks opens my door and walks in. I didn't exactly invite him in but then again I didn't really need to. He knows he's welcome anytime.

He sits on the side of my bed, "I couldn't help but over hear your call. Is everything ok?"

I remain lying on my side not feeling the energy to get up. "Yea, I think Gohan just worries too much. I thought you went to bed?"

He looks at the floor. I've seen this look many, many times before. It's a sign of some confession that it burning in him. It has me somewhat nervous and I almost want to tell him to hurry up and spill it. His pause seems like an eternity and yet I don't really understand what I'm feeling right now. What did I really expect him to say?

"Listen," he says, "I'm sorry about earlier."

Uhh…

"I said I forgave you remember?"

"No I mean when you told me about your date with that other girl."

I don't think I'm following so I sit up like it will help me comprehend a little better.

"I mean when I just walked away. I don't want you think I was… all bent out of shape. I didn't mean to seem all deflated like that."

Now that he mentions it I can distinctly remember the expression across his face and the lack of luster in his step as he trekked to his room. But I don't know why he did that or why he's even bringing it up now.

"It's ok… I didn't even think anything of it." I know that's yet another a lie but I feel kind of awkward with a new thought coming to mind.

"Ok," he stands up and begins walking out. He turns around, "Good luck tomorrow. I'll probably be awake when you get home and you can tell me all about it." He then shuts the door gently behind him.

I get it now. Remembering everything of that moment 'breaking the news' of my date tomorrow night I now realize what that look on his face was. It was disappointment. I know it was. But I can't let this cloud my vision of what it is I want. I want to marry a great woman and start a family like my brother and make my mom proud but I feel like I need something more. This date will determine once and for all just what it is i truely want.

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Breaking my gaze from the door I lay myself back down determined to fall asleep.