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A Chance of a Lifetime – Chapter 15
A scream escaped her as someone jumped in front of her. Acting on instinct, she swung. The lights came on. Trista blinked, looking around at everyone gathered in the kitchen. Then looked down. Yamcha lay at her feet, out cold. A hand came up to cover her mouth.
"Oops," she said, a snicker escaping.
Everyone laughed, Krillin coming up and nudging the warrior with his foot. All the man did was groan. A chuckle escaped her.
"I guess I hit him a little harder than I thought!" she smirked, crossing her arms.
She finally looked up, surveying the room. There were balloons and streamers everywhere. A huge cake sat in the middle of the table. Taking up most of it, really. She watched in amusement as Goku sneaked a taste. A snort passed her lips, and she rolled her eyes. She finally looked at Bulma, who was trying to wake the man on the floor.
"What's going on, Blue? Is it someone's birthday?"
She watched in amusement as Bulma let Yamcha fall, his head thudding on the floor as the woman shot to her feet. The woman started fluttering her hands.
"Oh my God! It was supposed to be a surprise! Happy Birthday!"
Trista rubbed her ears at Bulma's shout. "Okay, don't worry. I'm surprised. I didn't even know it was my birthday!" she admitted, a small smile on her lips.
Bulma turned and glared at everyone.
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!"
"Thanks," she murmured, grimacing a little. She stepped over Yamcha's unconscious body, making her way towards the cake.
"Wait!"
She turned, scowling at Bulma as she headed towards her, a box of candles in her hand, a lighter in the other.
"Uh uh," Trista said, frowning.
Bulma blinked at her, a crestfallen look on her face. "Why," she whined, "it's tradition. Don't you wanna have your candle age on your birthday cake?"
Trista was silent for a moment. "No," she stated. She flinched as Bulma screeched.
"Why not!? Don't you want everyone to know how old you are!?"
She scowled at the woman. "I already know how old I am. I'm twenty. There! That's done. Now can we eat!"
Bulma glared at her, pushing her away from the cake. Everyone chuckled. She crossed her arms.
"I swear Blue. You piss me off sometimes."
"Why," Bulma demanded. "I just want you to have a great birthday, especially when your family isn't here! Well, except for Trunks."
Trista didn't say anything, just looked away. She ran a hand through her hair, slowly walking over towards the boy, listening with half an ear as Bulma counted the candles on the cake. She slung an arm around Trunks' shoulders, staying quiet for a few minutes.
"Thanks," she whispered. She rolled her eyes a moment later. She could practically feel the blush rising on his cheeks.
"What do you mean?" he asked, an innocent look on his face.
She tightened her hold, smirking when he squeaked. "I know you're the one who set this up," she said softly, watching Bulma smack Goku's hand away from the icing.
"How do you know that," he asked, folding his arms.
She narrowed her eyes at him, not saying anything. After a few minutes of watching him squirm, she finally spoke.
"Because no one hear except for you would know my birthday," she stated quietly, an exasperated breath coming from her as Bulma called her over. She scowled at the woman as Bulma beamed at her. Everyone around them laughed.
"Now we have to sing the birthday song!" Bulma commanded.
"Ugh! No!" Trista said, a pained look on her face. She could see everyone else with the same expression. Well, except for Bulma!
"Yes," the woman stated.
"If you start singing Blue, I'm leaving!"
Someone muttered "Amen" from the group. Trista narrowed her eyes as Bulma opened her mouth. Acting quickly, she ripped a piece of cake off with her bare hands, and shoved it in the woman's mouth.
There was absolute silence for a moment as Bulma's eyes bulged.
Everyone roared with laughter. Trista smirked, licking some of the icing off her fingers. She went and washed her hand, a smile appearing as Bulma came over, fury in her eyes and blue icing covering her mouth. Trista snickered.
"What!?"
A laugh escaped her. "You have a blue stain around your mouth," she said, chuckling. "It matches your hair!" she said, bursting out laughing.
Bulma glared at her for a moment, before a smile slowly slid across her face. Alarm shot through Trista. She eyed the woman.
"What are you thinking of doing, Blue?"
Bulma didn't say anything, just turned, and stepping over Yamcha's body, went towards the cake. Trista eyed her for a few minutes, slowly making her way over to the table.
She gasped as cake splattered her in the face. It was quiet in the room for a moment, before everyone burst out laughing. She narrowed her eyes, wiping some cake off her face. She reached over and grabbed a piece.
"You really think that's funny Trunks," she said softly.
He didn't have time to duck as a huge piece covered his features. Within minutes a food fight broke out, cake going everywhere. They slung cake, laughing, ignoring Goku's wail that it was going to waste. Trista never had a better time.
After awhile the food fight died down. She followed the others going through the kitchen door to go wash up, eying Vegeta. He hadn't gotten anything on him. The others were scared to throw anything his way. She smirked, watching him narrow his eyes at her.
"What?"
She stopped in front of him. "You know, you're missing something."
The others paused, watching her with wide eyes, some smiling.
Vegeta narrowed his eyes even more. "And whats that?"
He didn't have time to duck as she splattered him in the face with a piece of cake. A snarl came from him. She quickly ran, laughing as she raced like hell to her room.
After she finally showered and changed, she quietly made her way downstairs. Not sure if Vegeta would still be pissed, she peeked around the corner. He was standing right there, scowling down at her. With a yelp, she turned and ran. After realizing he wasn't following her, she tiptoed back towards the living room. She peeked again. He was still standing there. Narrowing her eyes, she grinned, walking around him, smirking as he growled.
"Icing looks good on you Vegeta!" she shouted over her shoulder, chuckling as he snarled.
They were all back in the kitchen, the place cleaned up and no bodies on the floor. Yamcha flushed in embarrassment as she walked in. She smiled in apology at him, before sitting with the rest of the group.
"What are you all talking about?" she asked as she caught something about wrapping and "better than yours!". That came from Bulma.
"Your presents," Bulma stated, smiling at her. "Trying to choose who's you'll open first."
Trista stared at her. "You got me presents!?"
Bulma looked surprised. "Of course sweety! It's your birthday!"
"So?"
"You can't have a birthday without presents!" Bulma stated, absently fiddling with the bracelet on her wrist.
"I do."
Everyone got quiet, looking over at her. "What do you mean?" Bulma asked, her brows furrowed.
"I've always had a birthday without presents," Trista stated. "What's the big deal?"
"But you've had cake, right!?" Goku asked, almost desperately.
Trista furrowed her brows, thinking. "Once. I think." She shrugged.
"What?" she asked at the look Bulma was giving her.
"Aw sweety!" Bulma came around and clutched her in a hug.
She shot a pleading look at everyone, asking them to get this woman off her.
"Blue. Blue!" the woman finally moved away. "Jeez, it's no big deal. It's just another day!".
"No it's not!" Bulma said loudly, stomping her foot.
Trista arched a brow, snickering. "Are you throwing a hissy fit?"
Everyone chuckled as Bulma glared at her. Trista just smiled.
After a few minutes, it was decided, with no inquired input from the birthday girl whatsoever, that Bulma's would be opened first.
"Okay thanks," Trista said, eying the blouse. She scowled at the woman. "You'll probably wear it before I do!"
"What! It's pretty! And feminine!" the woman stated, crossing her arms.
Trista raised a brow. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"OKAY!" Krillin said loudly, pulling another gift in front of her.
She looked at them in surprise. "You got me two gifts?"
"Honey," Bulma said softly. "Everyone got you something."
Trista blinked at her. "Oh," she said, a smirk appearing on her face. "Even Piccolo!"
She laughed at the look on the nameks face. "You are too easy green man!"
Everyone chuckled, waiting for her to open the present. She sighed. "You know," she said, taking the bow off and sticking it on Gohan's forehead. "I really don't need anything you guys. The cake was enough."
"Just open the present!"
"Yeah, I helped pick it out!" Gohan said smiling. She sent him a smile of thanks, opening it the rest of the way.
She stared at it, a brow lifting. She was quiet for a couple minutes. "What is it?"
"Duh its a tool kit! You can help Bulma with some stuff in the lab. Trunks said you're real smart!"
They watched a slow smile appear on her face, a devilish twinkle appearing. "Okay," she said, looking over at Bulma.
Everyone laughed as Bulma gulped.
Another present was set in front of her. It was messily wrapped. She smirked.
"That one's from me," Goku stated.
Trista quirked a brow. "You don't say," she said in a dead pan voice. Laughter came from a couple people as she slowly started opening it, then stopped. She looked over at him, narrowing her eyes.
"What?" he asked, his brows raising.
"It's not food is it?" she asked, eying the man.
Everyone laughed, even Vegeta. Goku chuckled, shaking his head.
"It would be a great gift if it was though," he said, smiling.
Trista snorted. "For you!"
She blinked as she unwrapped it. It was a set of books. She looked over at Goku.
"Thanks," she said, studying him for a moment. "You went into a book store!?"
He flushed. "Well, Piccolo helped," he admitted, rubbing the back of his head. She smirked as the namek flushed, not looking at anyone. "Thanks Piccolo," she said, smiling as he grunted.
She got up, throwing the wrapper in the trash. "I appreciate it you guys. Although it wasn't necessary," she said, grabbing the books and tool kit, throwing the blouse at Bulma.
"Hey! Don't you like it!"
"Honestly Blue," she said, not looking up as she cleaned the rest of the paper up. "It's pretty, but I'll never wear it. Now if you want it to see the light of day, you keep it. It will just sit in the closet if I keep it."
Bulma pouted for a moment, before jumping up and smiling, stating she was gonna go try it on. Trista rolled her eyes. She headed towards her room, gifts in hand.
"Hey mom!" Trunks shouted.
Trista turned around on the steps, watching as he ran up them. She waited, an eyebrow raised, as he took a huge breath.
"I was gonna give you your present later. Can I!?"
"You got me something too? Trunks! You didn't have to!"
"I know, but you're my mom!"
She punched him in the arm, smirking as he grunted. "Thanks," she said, smiling as she topped the stairs.
He turned to go down the stairs, and paused. Vegeta stood at the bottom, his eyes watching Trista until she disappeared, before settling on him. They studied one another, before Vegeta grunted.
"What did you get her?" the prince asked softly, watching the boy slowly come down the steps.
Trunks stopped at the last step, studying the man curiously. A small smile appeared.
"A picture."
Vegeta narrowed his eyes, grunting.
"No," Trunks stated, watching a brow raise on the prince's face. "It doesn't have my father in it."
Vegeta didn't say anything, just looked away for a moment. He looked back as Trunks spoke.
"Did you get my mother something?"
The prince eyed the boy, before slowly nodding. The young man smiled at him.
"What is it?" Trunks asked, curious.
Vegeta turned and started walking away. Trunks watched him for a moment, before following.
He trailed the prince to his room, where the man stopped, narrowing his eyes at him over his shoulder for a moment before opening his door. Trunks raised a brow at his odd behavior, following him into the room. He watched with interest as Vegeta walked to the nightstand, pulling the drawer open. He didn't say anything as the prince seemed to study the contents, before pulling something out. He finally turned towards him. Trunks eyes widened a little.
He was holding a necklace with a ring hanging from the delicate chain.
The prince put it in his palm, not saying anything. "Where," Trunks asked slowly. "Where did you get this?" He studied the ring, an intricate design carved into it among the green and white diamonds. The prince watched him study it for a moment before speaking.
"It was my mothers," he stated softly, taking it from the boy.
Trunks stared wide eyed at him. He watched the prince flush slightly. "I have no use for it," Vegeta snapped, narrowing his eyes at the young saiyan.
"Then why not give it to Bulma?" Trunks asked softly, watching the older man grimace.
"Tch. She would think it was a symbol of affection or some such crap!"
There was a moment of silence. "Is it!?"
Vegeta glared at him, not saying anything.
"It's nice!" Trunks finally said, after a few minutes of silence. He watched Vegeta nod, before exiting the room. He softly closed the door, chewing on his thumbnail.
Walking slowly down the hall, he furrowed his brows. He entered his room, closing the door behind him and laying on his bed. He put his arms under his head, clasping his fingers together. Trunks studied the ceiling, a slow smile appearing on his face.
A/N: I'm sorry! I just love making Vegeta uncomfortable! I love him, but it's funny!
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