The Foreign Transfer

Chapter 6

Trunks moved another box onto the trpuck of Capsule Delivery's, and smacked the door shut. He peered over at the open driver window and waved to Monaka. The awkward and saiyan fearing alien tipped his hat and hit the gas. The space truck took off into orbit.

(Finally. I wish mom would hire someone for these trips!)

Trunks sighed before yanking out his cell phone. He saw that there was a missed call from Yin. It was dark outside, so he headed inside before calling her back.

It rang three times before she answered. "Trunks. Sorry for the...um...late night."

"It's okay. Don't worry about that. Is...everything okay?" He asked, hoping she understood his meaning.

"Yes. Things are good. I had something, how you say, come up? Yes. Goten help me. He...ah, please, talk to him."

Trunks began to sweat immediately. His adrenaline kicked in full throttle. Hurriedly, Trunks hovered above capsule and looked towards the direction of Yin's suite, detecting Goten inside.

"Hey, before you kick my butt, she called you first okay?" Goten said. "Chill. I can feel your energy way over here!"

"What the heck is going on? Did something happen?" Trunks asked through clenched teeth.

"Yeah, about that. There was a note on her door from a stalker. She doesn't want to call the cops. I checked her house out and didn't see or sense anything...but maybe you'd better swing by."

Trunks immediately flew as fast as he could towards her suite. He grit his teeth in frustration; whoever was putting Yin through this would pay!

"Is that all?" Trunks asked, dodging a building. He bunny hopped from one sky scraper to the next, catching the side of an electric pole, where he stood on it. He was just outside the large building where she lived.

Trunks didn't sense anything either. Whoever had left the note must have high tailed it out of there, or at least didn't have evil intentions. He jumped to the side walk and walked into the building.

"You're here already, haha. Better think of a good excuse." Goten said and hung up.

(From their energy, 7th floor it is.)

He pushed the button and the elevator moved at a snails pace. Trunks pocketed his phone, tapped his foot and sighed in annoyance.

Finally, the door opened.

Trunks knocked at the suites door.

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You had just begged Goten not to tell Trunks the truth about being the Presidents' daughter. He agreed, but said it would be hard to not say something. In the end, you'd promised to tell Trunks at the right time.

Trunks walked in, catching your eyes. His face was tense, and you feared it was because of Goten. "It's not what it looks like. I tried to call you, but—"

He smothered you in a hug. "It's okay." He said in Japanese.

(He isn't mad. I'm so glad!)

Goten walked to the door and said over his shoulder, "if I'm not needed, I'll be going back to do homework."

Trunks and Goten stared at one another as if saying something with their eyes. Goten pointed to the odd watch he wore and winked before shutting the door closed.

Alone, you peeked up at your boyfriend. His pristine skin reddened. "What is it?" He asked, shyly looking away.

"Trunks...has um...helped me. A lot! I think that...Trunks is very cool!" You said in Japanese.