Saiyan Roommates, Chapter 1: A Friend in Need

A Dragon Ball Z fanfic by Patworx

Author's Note: This first chapter is a little depressing. It will get much funnier in future chapters.

When Trunks woke up, his vision was blurry and his head was pounding as though he was still a kid and had just came off of another training session with his father. When he looked to the right, he saw his digital clock, which said that it was 1:16 PM. When he looked to the left, he saw the blonde, big-breasted bimbo that he had just spent the night with. She was all dressed up and was smiling at him.

"Wake up, sleepyhead," she said in a tone that combined infatuation with stupidity.

Idiot, Trunks thought to himself. She's a frickin' idiot. Just like the rest.

"I just wanted to wait for you take up," she continued. She kissed him on the cheek. Trunks just barely managed to avoid wincing. That kiss was just to romantic to him, and he hated romance.

"Ya gonna call me, tomorrow?" she asked, winking at him. Trunks forced himself to smile.

"Sure I will," he said.

So the blonde bimbo, who was dumb enough to actually think that Trunks would call her back, went back to her place, while Trunks threw up in the toilet for a couple of minutes and headed to the kitchen to pour himself a glass of scotch. This was a typical day in the life of Trunks Briefs.

His mother would go ballistic if she saw him like this. She'd always wanted him to study hard, go to college, earn top degrees, and eventually take over Capsule Corporation, continuing his grandfather's legacy. He went along with her plan and went to college, but when his grandfather unexpectedly died of a heart attack, he left Trunks with a large inheritance. Trunks was set for life after that, and decided that getting a job wasn't necessary. He is 35 years old now, and has spent the five years since then drinking and having sex with random women. Not that his mother would know about that.

It wouldn't be much better if his father saw him. Most likely, he would beat him within an inch of his life and scold him for letting his Saiyan abilities go to waste.

After finishing his scotch, Trunks sat around and watched the tube, but nothing was on. He changed the channel for an hour or two. Then, at about 3 o'clock, the doorbell rang. Trunks opened the door to find someone he hadn't seen for years: his childhood friend Goten.

Goten was the spitting image of his father, from the hair to the orange martial arts uniform. Trunks was initially happy to see his best friend, but then when he looked at Goten's face he noticed a great sadness in his eyes.

"Goten . . ." he began, but then he heard a high-pitched wimper. He tilted his head downward to find the source of that wimper, and saw a little boy who was trying with all his might to resist crying. This little boy had the same hair and uniform as Goten, but he didn't have a nose and his eyes wre big and beady. Trunks had never seen this boy before, but could tell who he was instantly: it was Goten's son, Goku. Next to Goku was a couple of suitcases that Goten had been carrying.

"What's wrong?" Trunks asked as he looked back up at his best friend.

Goten merely stood there and said in a sad, quiet voice, "Marron kicked me out."

After the Dragon Balls had disappeared, Goten fell in love with and eventually married Marron, the daughter of their trusted friend Krillin. A couple of years later, Marron gave birth to a son. They named the son after Goten's father, who sacrificed himself to bring Marron's parents back to life after the defeat of Omega Shenron. The child is six years old now.

For a moment, Trunks was speechless. Then he asked, "Why don't you come in?"

Goten knelt down to look into his son's eyes. "Listen, Goku. I want you stay outside and play while I talk with Trunks, okay. You'll have much for fun out here."

Breathing heavily, Goku nodded and sat down. He laid back against the wall of Krillin's house, and proceeded to play with his Nintendo 3DS.

Trunks and Goten left the boy and the suitcases and walked into the kitchen. Trunks poured himself another glass of scotch.

"Can I interest you in a drink?" asked Trunks.

"No, thank you," Goten replied.

There was an awkward silence. Both men knew what they wanted to talk about but neither one was comfortable enough to go about it. It was Trunks who finally broke the silence.

"So, what happened between you and Marron?"

"I honestly don't know. Things seemed to be going great up until about a year ago. There wasn't anything I noticed that drove us apart, it just seemed like she just became more and more distant for some reason. Then yesterday, she just told me that it was over and that she wanted me gone."

"And she kicked the kid out with you?" Trunks asked in a somewhat horrified voice.

"Just temporarily," Goten assured him. "She says she needs to be alone for a while so she can sort out some personal issues. I honestly don't know what those 'personal issues' are."

"Bulla has been spending a lot of time with Marron lately. Maybe she knows something about it."

"Maybe. Either way, I don't think that Marron and I are getting past this one."

At those words, a few tears leaked out of Goten's eyes.

"I'm sorry Trunks," he said as he wiped the tears from his eyes. "I've tried to be strong for Goku's sake, but-"

"Hey, it's okay man," Trunks assured him. Smiling, he walked up to his best friend and placed his hand on his shoulder. "I'm here for you. I mean it, Goten. If you want to stay here for a while, you can."

Goten smiled. "Thank you, Trunks. Thank you so much." And in that moment, there was an understanding between the two best friends.

"So," Trunks began slyly, "I was planning on ordering a hooker for the evening. Should I order you one as well?"

"Trunks!" Goten exclaimed, blushing.

"Come on, dude," laughed Trunks. He winked at Goten. "I'm sure you could stand to . . . relieve some of that tension right about now."

"Trunks, I'm serious," Goten asserted. "My marriage is still in the process of ending right now. Besides, I have to be there for my son right now, so I really can't afford to be sleeping around."

"Fine, then. Forget I asked."

"And don't order a hooker for yourself either."

"Now wait just a damn minute!" Trunks began.

"Trunks, I know you've been . . . living it up for the past few years, but you can't just bring strange women over here with a six year old in the house."

"Fine," Trunks conceded begrudgingly.

Man, Trunks thought to himself, what have I got myself into?