I Never Dreamed | By : AMCM Category: Dragon Ball Z > General Views: 4691 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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"So what is the big deal? I just want to know if the baby is a boy or a girl." Trunks watched Pan pace the room.
Pan stopped and glared at him "What does it matter? Is it that important to you?"
Trunks grimaced "Well, no. But I am dying to find out."
"You only have a few more months to wait. The suspense is not going to kill you." Pan sighed. She had an odd looking her eye ever since he had told her about the ultra sound. Trunks didn't like it, yet he could not place that look. "I think I am going to just go home and take a nap." Holding her stomach she looked down "I think I a starting to get about as tired as I am hungry. These hormonal rages can really take it out of you."
"Hormonal rages" Trunks ran his hand over his face. " You busted up entire meeting for a venting session?"
"No. I was really angry with you." Pan walked over and kissed him "But right now I am really more concerned with finding a good restaurant and getting some sleep."
Trunks kissed her back. "All right. I am sorry I upset you."
"Good, now go tell my father to met me at the car." Pan walked past him and out the door "I'll see you later. I love you!"
Trunks stood for a moment. This was way to easy. She was pulling something on him He just knew it, But what? Could she be leg agg again? No he doubted that. He walked back up to the office in a daze. Gohan sat out side talking with Debbie and Mark, a box of Chinese in his hand and chopsticks in the other.
"Everything better?" Gohan looked up and smiled at Trunks.
"I think." Trunks stopped by his soon to be father-in-law. "She forgave me everything, except for the ultra sound."
Mark looked curious but kept his moth shut. Gohan gave a baffled expression "Ultra sound? What about it? I thought she was done with that a month ago."
"I wanted one to determine the sex of the baby." Trunks leaned against the wall not really looking at anyone. "But she wants to wait."
Mark's laughter cut through the office again and several other men in the room looked over at them. Gohan looked over at Mark and started laughing too.
"What is so funny?" Trunks stood up
Gohan wiped his tears away "Just that you are expecting a perfectly healthy Saiyan girl!!!" Gohan rested his hand on the desk to keep from falling
Mark was on the floor "I knew that a month ago! And I am not even the dad!!"
"PAN!" Trunks roared and turned to the door and froze. Pan stood there laughing at him "When I get my hands on you!"
"Forget that! I brought my dad along to back me up!" She smiled "Besides you deserved it."
"Call the meeting Devero." Trunks stormed up to Pan who stood confidently in her place.
"Sure. But why?" Mark stood up
"I want to take my daughter out for lunch. Then daddy wants to pick her up a few things." Trunks towered over Pan, who smiled up at him "A first shopping trip, so to speak."
"Really!" Pan jumped up and hugged him in excitement.
"Of course Bulma Jr. needs a crib and a few other things."
"Bulma Jr? Pan choked.
Trunks looked in to her face with a serious expression "Just kidding!" He broke in ah happy laugh. "Got you."
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"And did you see those eyes! Have you ever seen anything like them? They were like emeralds." Marron gushed as she held up a dress to her slender form.
Bra was having a hard time focusing on her shopping. In her minds eyes she saw Mark his hand tiling up her chin as he leaned in studying her intently with those eyes. Emeralds? No his eyes were darker, like the deep green of a forest. He moved closer his lip hovering over hers. Bra could almost feel the corvette behind her as she relived that moment. She was jolted from her musings as Marron brushed past her.
"Do you think the red is a bit to brazen for me? May be I should go with the blue." Marron looked from one dress to the other.
Bra looked at the off the shoulder little red number to the very short skirted blue thing. "I think they will both make you look like an easy slut." Marron turned to Bra a hurt looking rising in her eyes. Bra clamped her hand over her mouth. Where had that come from? "I'm sorry. It's just that neither of those are really you." Bra reached out and pulled out a pale green sundress with spaghetti straps.
"You are right." Marron reached out and touched the dress. "No point in showing off everything I've got on the first date." Marron turned and hung the other dressed back up. "I am going to go try it on. Do me a favor and pray I am not wearing it to long to night." She winked at Bra with a knowing grin.
Bra felt her jaw drop. This was not like Marron at all. Bra had seen Marron in action in the past and never had the girl been so excited about guy. Marron was by no means easy but she was practically throwing herself at Devero. Damn, Mark for starting this. Marron was her best friend. What gave him the right to do this? She crossed her arms over her chest. Just last night he was holding her. Touching her. Kissing her. Sweet Dende. Bra snapped up. She was starting to dream about him again. As Marron floated out of the dressing room and twirled around Bra realized. She was falling for Devero as well.
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Devero walked through the door at Capsule. The meeting had been easily cleared out. Many of its members rushing out with the gossip that Capsule's President was finally going to take a wife as well as having a baby shortly. It had been hard to answer their questions without giving away all he knew about the couple. When it was personal these things got difficult fast. He needed to work off some of this excess energy before he went out with that little blonde, umm Marron that was her name. HE had only asked the girl out to get under Bra's skin some more. Lord knew she deserved it. Now he was pretty happy he had. Marron would be a nice distraction from the recent events. Spying Vegeta walking down the hall he shouted "Mr. Briefs."
"Vegeta" Vegeta turned and looked coldly at him. There was something really intimidating about Trunks father that was for sure. Still Mark could hardly put his finger on it.
"Yes, Vegeta." Mark rubbed the back of his head "I was wondering if you have a gym in the house or if I need to go get a temporary membership at a local one."
"So you are finally ready to train." Vegeta smirked at him. Mark knew there was more in those words then appeared. "Follow me." Vegeta lead Mark to the door of the gravity room and pulled up some Saiyan fighting Armor. "Put this on."
"I have sweats in my room." Mark replied looking at the alien suit.
"You need to wear that." Vegeta opened the door. "Trust me." With that he pushed mark inside.
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Ok Vegeta is starting Basic Training Saiyan style. Anyone else care to sign up?
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