Trunks x Reader

Chapter 2

Trunks Briefs P.O.V

"We're going to the store," my mom said.

Whatever, I thought. It's not that they truly care about me. Mostly my dad. He rarely comes home. When he actually does he complains. Who cares? At least my mother cares.

Like often in the store, I couldn't wait to get to the banana section. I like bananas, so why not? Once I got to the store, I ran off to find the bananas. Only one problem: once I got there, there was only one bunch of bananas left.

I ran to the bananas. Once I placed my hand on the bunch, someone else did. I looked to see who it was.

A girl with (h/c) hair looked at me in wonder. Her (e/c) eyes locked onto mine, tilting her head to one side. I saw her outfit, which seemed ridiculous for a girl like her. I feel bad for her, having to deal with her parents dressing her in bad outfits. "Hey," I managed to say.

"Hey," she said. "What's your name?"

"My name is Trunks. What's yours?"

"My name is (Y/N). Say, do you like bananas?"

I spoke up, "Yeah, I do. Unlike my dad, who said bananas are disgusting."

"I feel bad for you."

"Do you normally dress like that?"

"Yes, but I hate it. My mom said I would look pretty wearing this. She, along with my dad, forces me to wear it."

"Wow. I feel bad now." I took the bunch and gave it to her. "Here."

Before long, her mother arrived. "(Y/N)," she said. "We've been here for one minute and already you ran off!"

(Y/N) took the bananas and gave it to her mom. "Here."

"We are not here for bananas! Now put it back where you found it right now!"

"Yes, Mom." (Y/N) put the bunch back in its place with a saddened face.

"Beotch," I murmured, hating the fact (Y/N)'s mom would yell at her for bringing bananas.

Sooner or later, my mom arrived at the scene. "Trunks," she said. "What were you thinking?"

"I just wanted some bananas," I told her.

"Good thing because there's one bunch left. Go ahead and take it."

"Alright," I said. I took the bunch of bananas, thinking about what just happened. I turned around to see (Y/N), following her mother with a depressing and gloomy face. I wanted to help, but there's nothing I can do. So, I took the bananas and followed my mom around the store.

(Y/N) P.O.V

All I wanted was bananas, you thought to yourself. Thoughts filled your mind to why your mother didn't let you take the bananas. You tried thinking positive. The only positive thing so far was befriending Trunks. You stuck to that thought, hoping to feel better about the situation.

"I can't believe you would do such a thing," your mother said, gathering some tomatoes. "Wait till your father hears about this!"

You stared at the floor, knowing there is nothing left to make you happy. If only...

Once your mother drove you home from the store, she unloaded the vehicle and took the groceries to the kitchen. Since you felt bad about earlier, you helped her out. After setting down the last bag, your father came up to you.

After hearing about earlier, he slapped you across the face...hard. "I can't believe you did something like that! Why even run to the bananas?!"

At the verge of tears, you said, "I-I like bananas. What's wrong with-,"

"We don't even need bananas," your father said, cutting you off. "...I don't think we should take you to the store."

Hearing those words made you cry.

"Go to your room. Think about what you have done."

As you walked to your room, you heard your dad yell, "And no supper for you!" After you entered your room, you climbed into bed, crying out your emotions. You wonder why your parents act like that, not liking the choices you make. Looking up at the darkening sky, you wished that one day you would live life happily. You wished someone would comfort you during your hard times. You wished one day you would leave the home, even though you were only two. After thinking about your wish, you felt better about yourself. You suddenly fell asleep, feeling positive about tomorrow...

Trunks P.O.V

(Y/N) was mostly in my mind. Ever since the store incident, I feel bad for someone like her, being yelled at for getting bananas. Who thought it was a good idea for a woman like her to raise such an innocent girl?

I ate a banana, remembering the conversation (Y/N) and I had earlier. How strange that it was only minutes that we know each other yet her name is glued to my mind.

"You take care of that bastard," I heard my dad yell. "I've got other important things to do!"

"He's your son dammit," I hear my mother scream. "When will you ever care about him just even a little bit?!"

"Listen, woman! I have other responsibilities on my shoulders! You at least have to take care of him!"

"I've been taking care of him for a while already! Help me out please!"

The arguing stopped.

I wonder why my dad doesn't want to be with me. Did I do something wrong? I just wish I can understand things.

I wonder how (Y/N) is doing...