Four Year Wait

Chapter 3: Dinner at the Sons
Author: Trunksgf513




"Pan, you know I hate going to your house. Gohan scares me." Trunks whined over the phone.

"Oh shut up. You're such a wuss sometimes." Pan snorted.

"Hey!" Trunks exclaimed, sitting straight up in his office chair. "I am not a wuss!!" He could almost see her rolling her eyes.

"Whatever. You know these things are important to Dad. You come every month." Pan defended.

"Yeah, and every month he acts like I'm a criminal." Trunks muttered. Pan sighed on the other side.

"You know that's not true."

"Yes it is! I've gone only twice so far and he scares the crap outta me each time!"

"Okay, the only reasonhe holds these things is because we're serious about our relatinoship. I mean, after five months how could we not be?"

"Yeah, and I liked those five months of our unquestioned relationship."

"You sound like you hate my father." Pan whimpered, feigning hurt.

"No, no Pan. It's nothing like that. I like him, I really do. He's just intimidating!" Trunks said quickly. Pan smiled but remained silent. "Panny? C'mon, I wouldn't mean it like that. I'm sorry. I love you." Pan chuckled.

"Calm down Trunks, I was just joking." On the other end Trunks growled.

"Why you play with me like that, I don't know." he said, voice rising. "This business runs on proficiency and hard work, not jokes!" Pan blinked, confused.

"What?" she asked. Trunks glanced over at his mother anxiously. Hopefully Pan would pick up on the way he was talking.

"You heard me. Get back to work or I'll fire your lazy ass. If you doubt me, just ask your former president, who is standing right next to me!!" Trunks shouted as though he were angry.

"Oh." Pan said, eyes wide in understanding. "Well then, I'll see you tonight."

"Yeah, that's right. Quit delaying and get it done." Trunks ordered nastily.

"Love you." Pan said before hanging up.

Trunks sighed and hung up the phone, placing his head in his left hand. His eyes ran along some paperwork, giving Bulma the impression that he was working hard. However, his mind was in other places. Tonight would be a disaster . . . he felt it in his bones.

"Who was that?" Bulma asked, looking at her son both curious and surprised.

"Rob from internal affairs." Trunks lied. She crossed her arms and smirked, causing Trunks to tense. Please believe me, please believe me, please believe me.

"Well, it's nice to know you've finally decided to encourage hard work." Bulma declared.

Trunks relaxed, sighing softly. His mother smiled and leaned down, picking up a rather large pile of paperwork and walked over to her son, slapping the papers on his desk. Trunks gripped the shaky mahogany structure tightly to prevent it from buckling under the tremendous weight it held.

"Enjoy." Bulma chirped, heading towards the door.

"M-Mom?! This is the size of Mount Everest!! How am I gonna finish it before 6?" Trunks whined.

"I don't know. It's your fault for constantly taking off from work and leaving a large amount of paperwork unfinished." Bulma said, hand on the doorknob. "Now work hard, Mr. President. And remember you have a meeting with Relona at 5:30." Trunks' eyes grew wide and he groaned.

"Oh crap, not her . . . " he whined, holding his head in his hands.

"She's important to the business, Trunks. Don't screw this up or I'll kill you." Bulma threatened before closing the door.

"Great." Trunks sighed, taking out his pen.

The moment he pressed it to the paper it exploded, sending black ink everywhere. He jumped out of his seat, looking down at his ink-stained shirt. His eyes switched to the window, where he stared in the general direction of Dende's lookout.

"Someone up there hates me." Trunks growled. He stalked towards the bathroom and slammed the door behind him. Meanwhile, at the edge of Dende's lookout, Dende smiled.




Pan smoothed back her hair and looked into the kitchen. Her grandmother and mother were cooking while talking with her father, who was leaning against a wall. Beside him was a clock. She glanced at it and sighed. It was 6:17 and he was late.

Where is he? Pan wondered. He know's my dad's a stickler for puntuality.

As if to answer her question the doorbell rang and in walked Trunks. She almost laughed at his appearance. His hair was ruffled and clothes askew, probably from fast flight. On his shirt he had a rather large splotch of black ink, surrounded by littler dots. His expression was a cross between frustration, confusion, and apology. He smiled tiredly and looked down at her.

"Sorry I'm late. My meeting ran past its alotted time. I rushed over, I really did." Trunks whispered.

"Hey, it's alright. I understand." Pan said, trying (unsuccessfully) to neaten his hair.

"Ah, it's nice to see you made it, Trunks." a deep voice said from the doorway. The couple turned towards the kitchen to see Gohan staring at Trunks suspiciously. "Care to tell me why you're late?"

"My mom dumped six hours worth of paperwork on me three hours before I was supposed to leave. That and my meeting ran over. I'm sorry I kept you waiting." Trunks explained. Gohan looked at him, unconvinced.

"Did you finish the work?" Pan asked, trying to change the subject.

"No. It took a lot of begging, but I got Bra to take care of the remaining stuff." Trunks said happily.

"Well then, isn't that comforting? My daughter's dating a man with a commitment problem." Gohan joked dryly, smirking. Trunks plastered a smile on his face and laughed nervously.

"So how's it going, Gohan?" he asked.

"Alright. How about you? I understand you've been busy lately." Gohan said. Trunks nodded.

"Oh yeah. I don't know what's up with my mom. She's been extending all these offers to businesses I haven't even heard of. The paperwork coming in from them is phenominal!" the president exclaimed.

"I can understand that." Gohan said, nodding sagely.

"Dinner's ready!!" Chi-Chi called. Beside him Pan took Trunks' hand, walking with him to the kitchen. Gohan followed closely behind.

Dinner began rather uneventfully, with the usual banter and chit-chat being exchanged between all. Finally Gohan pushed his plate away and folded his hands over his stomach, signifying that he was done eating. Trunks noticed this and quickly glanced up at the scholar, pulling a smirk from the elder Saiya-jin.

"So how are those company deals coming along?" Gohan queried. Trunks gulped and looked up. The questioning session had begun.

"It's pretty good. We've bought four new companies and we're working on the fifth. They're basically throwing themselves at us because of my mother's generous offers." Trunks replied.

"Mhrm. Is there anything else throwing itself at you?" Gohan asked, eyes narrowing.

"Uh . . . " Trunks hesitated. He looked down and smiled, returning his gaze to Gohan. "Besides ink, no."

"Really? No girls are trying to seduce the all-powerful president of Capsule Corporation?" Gohan questioned.

"Dad!" Pan exclaimed. Trunks only smirked.

"Why would I need girls if I have a woman?" Trunks said smoothly, taking Pan's hand and kissing it. Gohan frowned while Chi-Chi and Videl cooed. Pan only rolled her eyes, pulling her hand back when he was done.

"Aww, that's so romantic. It reminds me of the time Goku brought me home a basket of fruit. Of course he ate it all on the way home, but it showed me he loved me." Chi-Chi rambled, stars in her eyes. Everyone looked at her strangely, but she didn't seem to notice. The slam of a door ripped everyone's attention from the over-emotional woman.

"FOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!!" a deep voice screamed.

In seconds Goten sat at the table, grabbing everything in sight and eating with a speed that rivalled his father's. Within a matter of minutes he was done and he stretched, unaware of the eyes that lay on him. He finally looked at his mother, who was still staring at the ceiling dreamily.

"Good food, ma." Goten commented, licking his lips.

"Thanks, honey." Chi-Chi mumbled, distracted. Slowly Trunks began to eat again, shoving some beef in his mouth. Goten looked over at him and smiled.

"Hey Trunks! How's life?" he asked loudly. Trunks flashed him a thumbs-up, then shoved some more beef in his mouth. "Cool. How was your meeting with Relona today? Did she come onto ya like usual?" This comment caused Trunks to choke, and he hit his chest furiously in order to force the food down.

"Who's Relona?" Gohan queried, leaning forward. Trunks, recovered from his choking episode, looked up at Gohan. The elder man was staring at him intently, waiting for the wrong answer so he could possibly pulverize him.

"That's what I'd like to know." Pan said beside him, crossing her arms. Trunks gulped and was about to speak when Goten interrupted.

"She's a really nosy girl who likes Trunks a lot. Every time she goes to Capsule Corps and has a meeting with him she tries to get him in bed. Isn't that right, Trunks?" Goten asked innocently while reaching for some more food.

"Not exactly." Trunks growled.

"Then explain." Gohan snapped.

"Uh, okay. She's a representative from a company we own called Exatron. They're a company that produces parts needed for electronical equipment. I hate her guts, but apparently she loves me." Trunks said cautiously.

"Right. Have you done anything with her?" Gohan asked quickly.

"No."

"Do you plan on doing anything with her?"

"Hell no! She's revolting!!"

"Ah, so if a woman who wasn't revolting was hitting on you, you would do things with her?"

"NO!!" Trunks protested, frustrated. "I only love Pan!"

"You don't have to love someone to do something with them." Gohan said suspiciously, standing up. "So, Trunks. How about that? Would you do something with an attractive woman who came on to you?"

"No." Trunks said, trying to keep his calm. Gohan placed his hands on the edge of the table and stared steadily at the younger man.

"I don't believe you." he snarled softly. Trunks gulped, afraid.

"Wow!! These eggrolls are amazing!!" Goten commented before shoving them in his mouth.

"Yes, I know they are. Goku used to tell me the same thing! They were always made especially for him. I only make them on special occasions now. But they are rather delightful. He told me he loved the taste of them, and how they were lightly buttered . . . " Chi-Chi continued.

The only sounds in the room were the slurping noises Goten made as he ate and the bubbly rambling of Chi-Chi as she recalled the "romantic" moments she had with her mate. Meanwhile Gohan stared steadily at Trunks, who was growing more and more nervous as time went on. He began to shake as Gohan walked around the table towards him and glared at him scarcely five inches away.

"Do you feel lucky, punk?" Gohan queried, poking Trunks' shoulder. Trunks whimpered and slid down in the seat, trying to get away. Pan looked at the pair, unsure if she should butt in. Her father did look quite insane, and she didn't know if she could handle him . . .

"No." Trunks whimpered. Gohan growled.

"You cheat on my daughter, and I will make sure you never live to see another day. Do you understand me?"

"Y-Yes, S-S-Sir." Trunks stuttered. Gohan narrowed his eyes.

"I'll be watching you." he hissed. Trunks gulped and stood up, shaking.

"Uh, the dinner was delicious, Videl and Chi-Chi. I appreciate it. B-Bye Pan." he said. For a second he thought about kissing her, but the look on Gohan's face scared him, sending him flying towards the door. Pan watched him leave and sighed, resting her head on her hand.

"Mmm. Great biscuits, Mom!!" Goten shouted, oblivious to all around him.

". . . and he gave me the most beautiful - Thanks, Honey. - fish I had ever seen in my life. It cooked nicely and went well with a savory almond sauce I concocted to . . . " Chi-Chi rambled. Pan sighed and stood, walking to her room.

Why is my family so strange? she thought before closing the door.




That night, Trunks lay in his bed staring at the ceiling. In one hand he clutched a stuffed animal. It was Charles, his little bear from when he was a child. The poor little stuffed animal was missing an eye and was rather dirty, but that didn't matter to its owner. Trunks pulled the blanket further up to his chin, eyes darting around the room nervously. His lips moved, only a whisper of air escaping as he repeated,

"Can't sleep, Gohan'll get me."




A/N: Well, there's chapter three. I think this is gonna be the last one, since I ran out of ideas. ^^" However, if you guys want me to do a 'Dinner at the Briefs' where Goten goes over Bra's to eat, then I will. Just leave ur request in ur review. Adios!