usual disclaimers apply
Author's Note: Sorry for taking so long to get this out. I stop writing when I'm stressed, busy, and/or depressed. This past month has been all of that and more.
For Trunks, the minutes ticked away extremely rapidly. His mother told him to change out of the tuxedo jacket and place a black casual jacket on. In reality, Trunks felt as if he were being prepared to go to a funeral...his funeral.
"It's not going to be that bad son."
"Then YOU go on this date in my place, mother."
"Sarcasm has never gotten you very far Trunks."
"No, but at least it gives me the satisfaction of knowing I got the point across."
"Oh just relax! Geesh Trunks, you're going send yourself to an early grave with emotions like that."
*If only you knew mother-dearest.* Trunks thought.
Elsewhere, the winning bidder was being followed. Once in the hallway, away from the ballroom where the auction took place, the winner was confronted.
"How could you?" It was the one who had voiced aloud earlier in the ballroom.
"What are you worried about?"
"You're such a traitor."
"I am not. I did this for charity. Nothing's going to happen. It's just a night with friends. Besides, I need information from him. That's all."
"Who gave you the money eh?"
"Actually, it's money I've had. I'm thankful of all the stock shares Bulma and later Trunks have given me over the years. I cashed some of them in."
"You're so cruel. Why can't you give him to me for tonight?"
"You're still too young. Your father wouldn't approve, especially knowing how much you like him. You're a bundle of hormones."
"So, it's not Trunks your dad's worried about. It's you. The way you scheme, Trunks could very well be duped by some creative plot you come up with. I wouldn't be surprised to see you try to seduce him. "
"He's not that gullible and I would never!"
"Never? Ah,but he is that much of a gentleman. He actually listens and obeys women. Bulma taught him well."
Pan pouted. She couldn't believe she was ousted by her grandmother! The she thought about a previous statement that had been made. "What information do you need from him that you couldn't get during some visit to the Briefs or them to us?"
"Because when we visit, Trunks is always around Goten or you. I need to speak with him alone. This is the perfect opportunity."
"There's things called telephones."
"Pan, you sound so much like your father when he was a boy. It usually got him into trouble or some punishment courtesy of me."
"I'm used to trouble."
"I know. That's what I'm afraid of. Oh look! There's your mother. She's motioning for you to join her."
"Fine. But grandma, just know that I'm still mad at you."
"Pan, in another year or two you will be able to bid on him. I doubt your overprotective parents would have allowed you on a date even if you won him tonight."
"I'm still mad at you." Pan said with a hmph before departing to rendevous with her mother.
A bit later...
Trunks awaited his date in the limo. This would be where he met her for the first time. Little did he know that he already knew her. In fact, many years ago, she used to change this handsome man's diapers!
Soon he could hear commotion outside of the car. All he could see out the darkly tinted window from his seated position was a beautiful dress that flattered nice curves at the waist and a pair of beautifully toned legs. Perhaps this wasn't so bad afterall. Feeling a resurgence of confidence, Trunks placed his dark shades back on his face and assumed a calm, relaxed sitting position with an arm graced across the top of the seat.
The woman then entered. Trunks had already began his cool, laid-back behavior, one many ladies were charmed with. That is until is was shattered by recognition.
"Oh come now Trunks, I doubt I'll fall for that routine. I've seen it too many times from you AND from my youngest son."
"Last time I checked that was my name."
"But, why are you here?"
"I happen to be the winning bidder you lucky stud you."
For some reason Trunks wasn't impressed.
"Why?" was all Trunks could say as his nerves jumped tenfold. His brain was racing with possibilities, from simple to obscene.
"Am I going to get what I paid for or are you going to sit there with sweaty palms and a cold sweat?"
"No ma'am. Uh, driver, to the restaurant please." Trunks spat out quickly as the driver snickered to himself before putting the car into drive and checking for oncoming traffic.
The ride to the restaurant was in complete silence aside from a snicker from the driver. Oh how Trunks would remember that the next time employee performance appraisals passed by his desk.
Upon reaching the restaurant, the driver opened the doors for both occupants. The restaurant was in the swanky, affluent portion of Western Capital...a part ChiChi rarely saw...if ever.
A small private room, with a small private table. ChiChi was slightly taken aback by Trunks' popularity. Sure she knew he was popular, but didn't quite realize he was THAT popular. Ah, the perks of being the most powerful and most eligible bachelor on the planet! She now saw a bit of why Trunks chose to remain single. This was the life!
ChiChi, following traditional protocol,(much to Trunks' dismay) allowed the man to do all the ordering. So, Trunks had to order for both of them. He chose a dish he knew would appeal to this powerful, elderly woman...large grilled tuna steaks, filet mignon, and the natural helpings of home grown corn and potatoes. A salad and soup lead the meal and a beautiful cheesecake lined with strawberries ended it.
During the meal, ChiChi was quick to compliment the chef on how delicate he managed to get the tuna steaks. ChiChi knew her fish well. She also saw exactly how a saiyan curbed one's appetite in public. She almost felt sorry for Trunks. He had to do this so often and deny his nature to wolf down a entire's menu's worth of food. No wonder Trunks and her sons, Gohan and Goten were so lanky thin...they starved themselves in public!
ChiChi had to get down to business however.
"Have you spoken with my Goten lately?"
"We spoke about four days ago, why?"
"Has he said anything about his uh, current girlfriend?"
*Was his current girlfriend Parisu, or had she dumped him...* Trunks thought as he tried desperately to figure out which girl ChiChi was referring to. "Current girlfriend? What do you mean?"
"Parisu. Has he talked to you about that girl?"
*Whew...it's still Parisu* Trunks thought with a subtle sigh of relief. "Well, a little. What do you wish to know?"
"She's a city-woman right?"
"Uh, I guess...if suburbs are considered 'city'. She's rich--just like Videl. Parisu's just a bit more naive and ignorant than Videl and certainly can't fight. But she makes Goten look as smart as Gohan. I've never seen Goten show so much responsibility than when he's with her." *Why am I selling Parisu to ChiChi? That's Goten's task.*
ChiChi sipped her tea slowly, all the while eyeing the young man sitting across from her. Like her sons, she could read through Trunks via his eyes and facial expressions. It sent shivers through even the strongest of saiyan warriors. Perhaps it was one of ChiChi's 'mystical' powers Gohan often joked about. She saw truth on what Trunks said about Parisu and Goten. But there was something more in his eyes...perhaps longing?
"And why is such a fine young man such as yourself still available at this stage in your life?"
Trunks nearly spat his coffee across the table. Leave it to ChiChi to get down to bare bones. She and his mother must have been talking prior to this little shindig.
"Mrs. ChiChi, I honestly don't know. Perhaps the right woman hasn't shown herself to me yet. I don't believe in forcing it. If you're not looking, odds are you'll bump right into it."
ChiChi stared at him quietly and impassively for what seemed like an eternity. "I think you already have." she said slowly and calmly.
Trunks didn't firmly understand so ChiChi continued. "Sometimes what you are seeking is right in front of your face, in the most obvious place, Trunks."
For an instant Trunks' ego got the best of him and he thought ChiChi may have been thinking about him for herself. With Goku gone forever...hey, it was a possibility. But, Trunks shrugged it off. There was no way in hell that ChiChi would break her loyalty to her dear Goku, even if he was now deceased permanently. No, ChiChi had to be talking about somebody else.
ChiChi smiled gently. "You're pondering that one aren't you? All that genius intellect of yours and it still hasn't smacked you in the face yet hmm?"
"I'm sorry Mrs. ChiChi. I don't exactly follow. "
"Maybe it's not fated to happen yet...but it will." ChiChi muttered with a small chuckle that sent shivers down Trunks' spine. The way she said it sounded as if she had doomed his heart already.
"Anyway Trunks, I've said enough already. I was mainly concerned about my Goten, but you're like a son to me as well. So, I'm concerned about you too. My Gohan found true love so early in his life. I guess I was hoping the same for you and my Goten. It's funny how both of you, being so close and all, share similar fates and destinies and yet come from two very different bloodlines and upbringing."
Trunks didn't say anything. ChiChi's eerie wisdom was scaring him. He popped another potato bit in his mouth before realizing he could safely change the subject.
"Goten's in love with Parisu. He's even been asking me pointers on how he should propose to her and if he could borrow money from me to get her a ring."
ChiChi's face was already hovering over Trunks before he could finish the sentence. "Really? Are you sure?"
"No offense to you, but why would he ask you for pointers when you're not even dating?"
Trunks coudln't help but feel slightly offended. "Just because I don't date, doesn't mean I don't know how to court a lady."
"I'm sorry Trunks, that came out wrong. I don't doubt your abilities, and you've taught Goten much through the years...both good and bad, but it just comes off as odd to me."
Silence followed as they both finished their dinners. The enticing cheesecake was next to be served. Like Goten, Trunks had a weak spot for sweets. It just wasn't quite as bad, but it was evident nonetheless. ChiChi giggled. The look on Trunks' face as the cheesecake was placed on their table was comical. He looked like a dog who just had a dripping with juices, hot steak placed in front of its nose.
Unlike Goten however, Trunks served her the first piece. Then of course, like a typical saiyan, took the rest for himself.
"So, what do you think about Pan?" ChiChi blurted, breaking the silence with the piercing question.
A strawberry flew out of Trunks' mouth and smacked the wall behind ChiChi.
"You know, Gohan had that same reaction with rice when I asked him if he was marrying Videl."
Trunks chewed carefully to avoid choking on the other two strawberries that were still in his mouth. He didn't want to choke. Once swallowed, he answered.
"Oh c'mon Trunks, you're no good with the ignorant, dumb look. It only works on Sons. You are aware of how Pan feels about you right?"
*How Pan feels about me?* "Feels about me? As a friend right?"
"Oh now Trunks, I dare say she thinks you more than a friend now." ChiChi said coyly.
*More than a friend...oh boy...this one's complicated...I'm never even thought about it.* "Oh really?"
"Well, I can see you obviously haven't thought about her in the same way. Perhaps you will now. I let you sleep on that one. Now, I really must be going. I have to get back and help Videl with the dishes and finish the laundry. There's never a break on our day with saiyans about the houses." ChiChi replied as she stood.
Trunks did the same and escorted her back to the limo. As the limo drove them to the Briefs residence, they sat in silence. Trunks' mind was racing with all the things ChiChi had given him to think about. It was like a homework assignment gone bad.
The limo soon pulled into the Briefs residence and Gohan was there to pick her up. Pan was with him. Before ChiChi exited the limo, she gave Trunks a sweet peck on the cheek.
"Now that date wasn't all that bad now was it?" ChiChi said before departing.
Trunks simply sat in the limo and stared at Pan...his eyes saw her a little differently now that his brain had new information within it. Words like destiny, fate, and love shared his brain with the same word...Pan. Yes, Trunks' little devil and angel were going to have to duke this one out on his shoulders as his mind pondered the possibilities. As he exited the limo, he waved to the trio of Sons then disappeared inside the home. His stomach was full, his brain was full, and he had to get up and go to work the next day and deal with the taunts and jeers about his night out. Worse yet, the countdown for next year's bachelor auction had already begun.
Pan looked at her grandmother with a pout. "Next year grandma, I swear, I WILL win the bid for Trunks!" she said sternly before following her father to the aircar.