❤~Trunks' New Found Love~❤
My name....: Misaki
Meaning: Beautiful Blossum
Looks: Dark purple hair (looks redish in the light) Goes about 3-4 inches from shoulder. Tanish-palish skin. Brown eyes, shorter than Trunks
Clothes: Has glasses (I'm a bit near-sighted...) Blue jeans, black boots with buckles, a button down detective-looking shirt with a black tank top underneath.
Crush: Trunks ❤
Personality: A lot like Trunks...polite, loves to fight, but if you get me mad, almost like Vegeta, but not as bad!
Parents: Yamcha and Some girl he married named Lunna
Race: Human. Just Human. (Also with NO powers, I am doomed to fight with my fists and feet.)
(Btw, Trunks is 13 in this. A little less than a year older than me!)
Now time for the STORY!
"MOM!!!" I yelled, waiting for an answer.
"Yes, honey?" My mom called back, walking down the hallway into my room, which I unhappily shared with my sister.
"Are we going to visit Capsule Corp today?"
"Yes, so get dressed!"
"WHOOO HOOOOO!!!!" I cheered!
I'm Misaki, age 12, and with a HUGE crush on a guy, (you should know who.) life can get a bit tough, blushing every second of the day when you're around him, stummbling when you try to catch up with him, and ALWAYS the worst, the messed up speech when you try to talk to him. I %@#$* hate that!
"Hurry up, Misaki! We're leaving in a couple minutes!" Dad yelled.
"YEAH! Hurry up sissy!" My red-haired blue eyed sister, Annie, yelled.
"Huwie up sissy!" My little blonde haired brother, Steven, yelled after Annie.
"I'm COMING!!!" I happily yelled as I grabbed my sketch book and pencil, then ran down the hallway to the front door where everyone was waiting.
"Ok!" I said.
"Put that sketch book down! You'll be talking to Trunks the whole time, anyway!" Annie teased.
"Fine." I said.
"How does Trunks ever deal with Bra? Isn't she worse than Annie...?" I thought.
We all went to the car and climbed in. We drove off down the street, busy with cars, trucks, and busses. Passing streets filled with people, we finally got to Capsule Corp, and outside waiting was Goku, Gohan, and Pan.
We parked, and Annie jumped out of the car and ran up to Pan.
"Hi frying Pan!" She joked. (Rude...)
"Hi Annie-fiz!" She said back.
"Annie-fiz...?" I thought, while climbing out of the car.
"Hi, Yamcha!" Goku said, happily...?
"Hi Gohan, Goku, and Pan!" I said, bowing.
"Oh, come on, Misaki! No need to be that polite!" Goku joked.
We all laughed, and Bulma opened the door, knocking Goku in the head. Vegeta followed her, laughing very hard.
"Ow..." Goku moaned.
"Idiot." Vegeta coughed. (Not literally coughing, you know that joke, right?)
"Hi!" Bulma said cheerfully, ignoring Vegeta, "Don't mind him, you know how he is!"
"Yeah!" Yamcha laughed.
"Well, it's breezy out here, please, come in!"
"Thank you!" Annie said.
We walked inside the huge house, and inside was Videl sitting on the couch, watching TV. Krillin, 18, and Marron were sitting at the kitchen table, eating some chips, while watching TV from afar. Trunks was walking over to us.
"Hey, Misaki!" He said.
I felt it coming. The dreaded blushing.
"H-Hi Trunks!" I said, feeling nervous.
He smiled at me, then turned. He looked back. "C'mon, follow me!" He said, then walked off.
I followed him.
"She draws him all the time in her sketch book! With little hearts all around!" Annie said, looking at Bulma and Vegeta. "I also read her diary, it talks all about her life- but Trunks is mentioned all the time.
"Is that so?" Yamcha replied, "Why do you always have to get into her books and papers and read or look at all of them?"
"Please stop that, honey. This is her privite life, not yours." Lunna added.
"Humph." Annie turned.
"Is she telling the truth?" Bulma asked.
"We'll never know, until something happens."
"If something happens." Vegeta said.
They all turned to him.
"Who knows?" he continued, "My son might start to like-like someone else."
"Well, I think Misaki is perfect for him. They have so much in common!" Bra said, walking over.
"Hi Bra!" Annie waved.
"Hi, Annie!" Bra waved back.
"They do have a lot in common..." Bulma said, thinking.
I walked into Trunks' room, which is packed full of papers and books in the shelves. His bed has a blue-green blanket, purpleish sheets, and three big, snow white pillows, adding to that, the bed is pure wood, very expencive. He has three first place science fair tophies, and five first-honors certificates framed on the wall. The walls are white, and the floor is carpeted with a soft, grey carpeting. His clothes are all hanged, neatly, inside his opened closet. He has a black desk, with a desk lamp, and a purple laptop. Four big books are placed neatly on the corner, and a water bottle sits on the back-right corner. A TV (not flatscreen surprisingly) is placed on the oppisite side of his bed, on the right side of the room. (Meaning his bed is on the left, facing it.)
"Wow. You're room is so...neat!" I said, "Crap that came out wrong!!!"
"Hahahahahaha! If it's not, my mom would kill me!" He laughed.
"Hahaha!" I laughed, with him.
He sat down on his bed, and patted his hand next to him. "You can sit if you want!"
"Ok!" I nodded....finally something came out right! I think I need to calm down...
I sat down, then nervously looked at him.
"Sooo... um... dang, how do I say this..."
My stomach jumped, is he going to tell me that he likes someone else?! Or does he know I like him and tell me he likes me as a friend?
"W-what are you trying to say..?" I questioned, trying to get this sad-fest over with.
"Uhhhh..." He said, and his cheeks started to get a bit pink. "Well, this is embarassing...I even practiced in front fo the mirror for an hour!"
"...?" I didn't know what to say.
"Let me start this off easy, do you, you know, have...plans Friday night?"
My stomach felt like it exploded.
"No..." I shook my head, feeling so excited inside.
"Would you like to.........g-go on a date with me?"
I stared at him for a couple seconds, then he looked straight into my eyes, which made my stomach jump...again.
I nodded again.
Then, suddenly, we both started leaning in closer, and closer, then we both shut our eyes. And just when we were really close....
"DINNER TIME!!!!" Bulma yelled from downstairs.
....which made us both jump.
"Uh, er..." Trunks stummbled in words,
I kinda looked over and down, and felt my cheeks getting hot. I can't believe we almost kissed!
"I guess we'd better go get some food..." I said.
"Um...yeah." He said.
While we were halfway down the stairs in silence, he turned to ask me something.
"Back there, you know, when we almost kissed, um, did you...mean that?"
"Y-yeah....d-did you?" I asked.
He slowly nodded. I smiled, then he smiled back.
"I know this might sound weird, but do you...you know....wanna be my girlfriend...?"
I stopped and looked at him, then he stopped and looked at me.
"First off mister, that didn't sound weird." I said.
"Second off, yes, of course!" I smiled.
He let out a sigh of releif, "Don't scare me like that!" He laughed, while putting his hand to his forehead.
We continued walking down the stairs, closer now, and Pan asked, "Why are you two so close together?" ...Which made everyone look over.
We looked over at eachother and blinked a few times, he whispered to me, "Follow along."
Piccolo looked at us weird....(I noticed) He heard Trunks, but I'm sure he'll keep it to himself.
"I don't know." Trunks shrugged.
"Me neither." I added.
"They're just faking, they do know." Piccolo said, everyone turned to him, then back at us.
"Da** you, Piccolo!!" I screamed inside my head.
"Uuuuhhhhhhhh......" Trunks 'uhh'd' trying to think of a new plan. (uhh'd...about that, couldnt think of anything else.)
"Well, explain yourselves." Vegeta ordered angerly.
"Trunks, is there something you would like to tell us?" Bulma questioned.
"Ummmmmm..." Trunks 'umm'd'
"EXPLAIN YOURSELF!" Vegeta yelled.
"Tell them, or I'll have to do it." Piccolo stated.
"We're....um.....a...er....a....couple now....."Trunks said, looking down, scratching the back of his head.
Everyone gasped, exept Piccolo. (Even Vegeta gasped!)
(I know you all hate cliffhangers!!!! I'm going to tourture you all!) :3
To. Be. Continued.