Trunks x Fem!Reader - Saiyans Are Bad At Secrets

Let me just start by saying that Trunks and I had been dating for a while—practically two years. We had met during some weird pep rally because both of us were trying to sneak out of it and had bumped into each other. We sat by our lockers, just sitting and talking and at one point when we heard a teacher walking around the halls he forced me into the spacious locker behind me, climbing in as well. We were pressed tight together, there was hardly any room at all. It was entirely awkward and it didn’t help that we had crushes on each other—though his crush to me was unknown at the time. After we were in the clear, we jumped out and he asked me out on the spot. Anyway, here we were now, happily dating. Anyway, even despite these two years, I had never met anyone Trunks knew except for Goten from the Son family. I can understand being embarrassed about your family, so I wasn’t pushing him to introduce me to anyone, anytime soon; something I’m sure he’s grateful for. But considering I had never met his family, you can imagine my shock when I got an invitation to the Briefs’ house for a party, along with a large guests list. I didn’t even know any of the people on this list, aside from Goten and Trunks—some of them were really weird names. I sigh quietly as I put the invitation in my pocket. I guess I had to find a dress…


Two days later…


I look at myself as I pass a shop window on my walk to the address, trying to decide if this was casual-formal or just casual. I was dressed in a pleated, thigh-high skirt and a tight, button-up shirt with black strap heels. Please, let me look okay to these people. This was the best that I could think of. When I make it to the house, I can’t stop my eyes from widen in shock. I know the Briefs are basically the richest family in the world, but I still didn’t expect for their home to be this big! I mean this place was enormous! And from the loud music that was practically making the area near me vibrate with the sound waves, I can tell the party is in full swing. As I walk into the yard, suddenly everyone stops whatever they’re doing to look directly at me. My eyes widen in shock and I can’t help but to look down faintly. I was shy as is, now I have at the very least 15 people staring dead at me, singling me out. Oh great...but the silence is instantly shattered by a very loud, feminine voice. “Hiii!! You must be Trunks’ little girlfriend!!”  A woman with light blue hair and equally blue eyes comes rushing up to me, despite wearing bright red heels. This woman has skills I need. I nod my head, still blushing from mildly.

“And…you are, ma’am?” I question quietly.

“Oh, I’m so sorry! I’m Bulma Briefs! Trunks’ mother! I wish I could’ve met you so much sooner, you’re such a pretty little thing! Now, how did such a cute little girl like you get with my slacker of a son?” She asks me, smiling innocently. I feel a sweat drop slide down my cheek as I realize the way we got together probably wouldn’t fly with his mother, but I guess I should be truthful. I explain our circumstances and I see Bulma look at me with her arms crossed, an unreadable expression. “Ugh! I can’t blame him for skimping. Those rallies are just a way for the popular people to show off the stuff they have! I used to skimp out on those too!” My eyes wide in surprise as his mother actually encourages behavior most other parents would scold their teenagers for doing. I think maybe this woman and I will get along great. I smile up at her.

“Anyway, you’re the girl he was so nervous to talk to before all of that?” A male questions me, appearing out of nowhere and scaring the ever living hell out of me. His flame-shaped hair stood at least six inches away from the top of his head, though he was ironically fairly short.

“Y-yes sir, though I hadn’t known he was nervous about talking to me…” I stutter, slightly afraid. After a few moments of staring at me—as if he were appraising me—he nods and walks away from me without another word. I look after him, very clearly confused about what just happened.

“Don’t mind him, sweetie. He’s cold to everyone. That, honestly, was a really sweet introduction for him. He didn’t insult you once.” She says, smiling widely. I can’t help but blink in surprise. “But, I’m distracting you from the fun! Go ahead, make yourself comfy! I’ll go grab Trunks from his room.” She races off, into the compound as I pick a random, empty table to sit at. These people must be really friendly because suddenly at least five people are sitting near me and trying to engage me in conversation—all of this just from me sitting down for a couple of minutes alone. Krillin—I learned their names almost instantaneously upon them sitting by me—and his family were first, their daughter Maron asking where I got my nails done. I think I’ve seen her on the cheerleading squad but she was a few years younger than I was so I was never formally introduced to her. I didn’t know she knew Trunks. I told her that I did my nails by myself and instantly she begins to beg me to help her do hers and teach her how to upkeep. Honestly, my nails naturally grew the way they were—I just painted em. I blush, looking down as she praises my looks until I feel a hand on my shoulder. I look up and see Trunks behind me, smiling.

“Hi honey.” He greets, leaning down to steal a kiss from me. I happily kiss him back and can’t stop the love-struck smile that appears as I gaze up at him. “Mom, can you uh…make sure that everyone keeps it toned down? She doesn’t exactly know how strange we can get.” Bulma’s eyes snap towards me before she nods and smiles.

“Alright. I’ll spread the word around sweetheart.” She wanders off and I look up at Trunks as he smiles at me again.

“C’mon sweetheart. Why don’t I introduce you to the rest of my friends?” He offers, holding his hand out for me to take and help me out. I take his hand and he gingerly lifts me. He always treated me like I was glass, being as tender with his touches as he could be. My smile widens as I’m introduced to every single one of the people at the party. Goten spots me and grins widely.

“(Name)! It’s so great to see you again!” He shouts loudly, hugging me tightly.

“Goten…you see me at school almost every day…” I mumble, but I can’t help but smile. He grins even wider.

“I know, but seeing your gorgeous body and face always makes me even happier!” He says. It doesn’t really shock me, Goten was a flirt, but he never meant any of it towards me. It was just his way of being nice and trying to help with my self-esteem, though mine wasn’t bad. I had meat on my bones—some people would think I was overweight but I’ve just got cushion. I love my curves and I know I’m sexy to the guys that actually don’t want bones.

“Goten…” I hear Trunks growl in a jealous rage. Goten turns pale before he turns tail and runs, Trunks right behind him. “I’m going to murder you, you nitwit!!” Trunks screams, chasing after the slightly younger raven. Goten eventually stops and catches Trunks’ fist, both of their eyes turning teal as he pulls his fist back.

“Boys! Calm down! You don’t want to act like some crazed monkeys in front of (name) do you!?” Bulma shouts at the two teenagers. Both of them stop what they’re doing and look down, both pouting faintly. I can’t stop myself from giggling as I walk up to Trunks and kiss his cheek.

“There’s no need to be so jealous baby. I only want you.” He smiles and leans down, kissing my nose. After that…little event, the party goes back to full swing and eventually, I’m dragged to the dance floor by Maron, the song turning to some sort of dance music. All I know is the bass is making my ear drums vibrate but I’m loving every second of it as I lose myself to the beat. Maron dances beside me, grinning widely.

“Dang, you got the moves (name)! Why aren’t you part of dance club!?” Maron shouts, grinning.

“Cause they can’t handle my free-style Maron!” I shout back, laughing loudly. She laughs as well and eventually most of the females in the party are dancing beside us, Bulma and Chi-Chi being a bit more careful to not hurt themselves but pulling off some pretty impressive moves themselves. I look to see Trunks trying not to stare at me with a blush on his face, Goten being his usual, blunt self and practically drooling as he watches Maron and I shake our hips. I hear an older voice laugh loudly and gasp as a hand comes in contact with my rear, with a sharp sting following. Roshi just spanked my ass! I turn around, to see Trunks glaring hard at Roshi as he heads towards us. “Old pervert!” I shout in surprise, lifting my leg and kicking him straight in the face, sending him flying between Trunks and Goten into a table behind them. They look at Roshi then back at me with the same comedic shocked expression as I lower my leg, dropping the offensive stance. “What? You think I’m defenseless?” I say, shrugging and smirking. Another few minutes of dancing and a hand is placed on my waist, slightly above my ass. “Back for another kick old man?” I growl out, about to roundhouse whoever did it, only to have my leg caught by my ankle. My eyes widen as I see it’s Trunks’ father, who’s smirking.

“That’s one hell of a kick.” He compliments, lowering my foot.

“Why is your hand on my hip?”

“I wanted to see how strong that kick was.” He says bluntly, shrugging. I can’t help but giggle faintly.

“Okay. So you just came here to see how good of a kick I pack, but not to dance?” I say.

“I don’t dance.” He immediately says, his eyes turning to that dark glare. But I’m not thrown off.

“Ya do now.” I say, grinning and grabbing his wrist, starting to use moves that would require him to do something. His frown curves upwards faintly and he actually starts to add a bit more movement than the basics. “There we go!” I say, grinning and laughing. He starts to dance in earnest and is dancing close to me, lifting me, spinning me and just all out shocking me. I hear a cheer and see Bulma laughing as she cheers on her husband, who’s dancing with his son’s girlfriend. I see him look over my shoulder and smirk faintly but I ignore it. A smirk was his smile. Suddenly, he grabs me and holds me close as we dance and my eyes widen. His smirks get wider and suddenly the air is heavy with death, doom and destruction. Before I can even react, I’m lifted and thrown about 20 feet in the air. I gasp loudly as a large beam of…I’m not sure what, goes under me and over a ducking Vegeta’s head. The beam disappears and Vegeta catches me, bridal style, that shit-eating smirk still on his face. My eyes are wide in shock, as my brain tries to process what just happened. Vegeta puts me down and suddenly he’s tackled by Trunks, who’s hair is now a yellow color. I tilt my head curiously as the two start fighting, both of them throwing incredibly fast punches. I can hardly keep up with where they are as the fight.
“Boys! Break it up!” Bulma shouts in anger. It shows just how fearful they were of this woman cause they instantly leap apart, looking at her. “Great! Now you get to explain Trunks!” She says, glaring at her son. Trunks’ hair falls back down to normal as he scratches the back of his head. He walks up to me and looks down at me guilty.

“This…is what I was trying to hide…sorry. Um…well…this is gonna take a second.” Trunks explains his lineage and basically everything else he’s hidden from me. After he’s finished, he stares at me, nervous. I can’t help but laugh.

“That’s it?” I question, amused. His eyes widen in surprise.

“Huh?”

“Love I figured you weren’t human when you tilted (friend’s name)’s car back to its original position and off me like it weight nothing. You’re too strong to be human.” He scratches the back of his head, blushing.

“I had hoped the injuries and the drugs they gave you would make you forget that or wave that off…”

“I figured something was up. Plus, despite you trying to hide him? I can see the green alien in the background. If he’s here, and not just a figment, than it’s fairly obvious that you can be an alien. Now. If that’s all your hiding shouldn’t we get back to the party?” I ask him grinning. He grins widely and nods his head, picking me up and walking back to his friends.

“Good. So now that she knows, I should give you two some tips so he doesn’t demolish you during sex.”

“DAD!!”

“…That’s a bad thing, Mr. Briefs?”

“(NAME)!”