If there was something that Trunks didn't expect while traveling back to the past, it was the fact he was constantly bombarded with compliments from all the women his mother had employed at Capsule Corp.
Yes he was always told he was a handsome young man, but he just figured that's something all mothers say about their sons. Gohan certainly never complimented him on his looks (and he honestly wouldn't be sure if that situation would fare any better than the one he's in right now).
Of all the things that had to happen, he really, really, wish he planned for something like this. Maybe the Androids would attack, or Father would suddenly bark at him that they're going to train.
But he really didn't need his mother and a few other friends drunkenly hitting on him. He had no idea how he managed to end up in this scenario other than the fact he's just too darn nice for his own good. "I guess there's one thing that I didn't inherit from father.." The half-saiyan thought.
"Heeeyy! Big tall and musculaaar! Get your cute butt over here!" If looks could pain a picture, Trunks's face would paint a picture of pain and suffering. He stiffly walked over towards the giggling gaggle of ladies, and he had to force out every syllable just to be polite. "Yes? Is there something I can do for you ladies?"
His body language was begging to just go back up to the room Bulma had set-up for him, and keep at his studies. Gohan always stressed that relying on pure strength alone would only get him so far. You had to be smart and strong.
Bulma snickered, leaning back and outright guffawing. "What a polite little scamp he is! Could you bring us some more booze...handsome?" At this point, Trunks was silently asking Kami to strike him down where he stood. "D-Don't you think you ladies have had enough for tonight?"
The girls paused, then began laughing loudly. "Aahahaha! Too rich too rich!" Bulma snickered, wiping her eyes. "He's probably right though ladies, we should go back before our husbands kill us!" Another round of snickers, and soon they departed for the capsule car, Trunks obviously driving.
As he drove all of his mother's friends home, a terrifying thought struck him on the way to Capsule Corp. His father dealing with his drunk mother. Silently, and only to himself so Bulma couldn't see, Trunks wept in despair.
The Worst Possible Scenario (one-shot)
Yes he was always told he was a handsome young man, but he just figured that's something all mothers say about their sons. Gohan certainly never complimented him on his looks (and he honestly wouldn't be sure if that situation would fare any better than the one he's in right now).
Of all the things that had to happen, he really, really, wish he planned for something like this. Maybe the Androids would attack, or Father would suddenly bark at him that they're going to train.
But he really didn't need his mother and a few other friends drunkenly hitting on him. He had no idea how he managed to end up in this scenario other than the fact he's just too darn nice for his own good. "I guess there's one thing that I didn't inherit from father.." The half-saiyan thought.
"Heeeyy! Big tall and musculaaar! Get your cute butt over here!" If looks could pain a picture, Trunks's face would paint a picture of pain and suffering. He stiffly walked over towards the giggling gaggle of ladies, and he had to force out every syllable just to be polite. "Yes? Is there something I can do for you ladies?"
His body language was begging to just go back up to the room Bulma had set-up for him, and keep at his studies. Gohan always stressed that relying on pure strength alone would only get him so far. You had to be smart and strong.
Bulma snickered, leaning back and outright guffawing. "What a polite little scamp he is! Could you bring us some more booze...handsome?" At this point, Trunks was silently asking Kami to strike him down where he stood. "D-Don't you think you ladies have had enough for tonight?"
The girls paused, then began laughing loudly. "Aahahaha! Too rich too rich!" Bulma snickered, wiping her eyes. "He's probably right though ladies, we should go back before our husbands kill us!" Another round of snickers, and soon they departed for the capsule car, Trunks obviously driving.
As he drove all of his mother's friends home, a terrifying thought struck him on the way to Capsule Corp. His father dealing with his drunk mother. Silently, and only to himself so Bulma couldn't see, Trunks wept in despair.