Drivers Ed

By: Trupan

Author's Note: This is my first humor fic. It'll only be 3 or 4 chapters long because, one: the story doesn't have a plot that can extend for 10 or more chapters, and two: I have absolutely no idea whether I can do humor as good as suspense… haha. So please review and let me know how you like it! Constructive criticism is welcome, flames are not.

WARNING: Chapters will be short.

Ages
I'm aware that they are 14 years apart – but that's why it's called FICTION

Trunks: 24

Pan: 18

Chapter 1: What?

Trunks rubbed his temple, trying to comprehend what the claims bond was saying. Needless to say, he just wanted to sign his name and get it over with. However, he knew his mother would kick him out of the house if he did something reckless as that.

On the bright side, I can go live Pan… He thought. Sighing, Trunks turned his focus to the window wondering what his girlfriend was doing at the moment. She was supposed to call him earlier but never did.

Guess she got caught up having fun, he frowned bitterly.

Glancing back at the document, he gave another sigh. Grabbing his unused glasses, Trunks delve into the document once again.

Few minutes later, he was interrupted by his secretary.

Dammit, and just when I was actually understanding this shit!

"Sir, there is a Mr. Gohan Son at the desk, requesting to see you," voiced the intercom.

Trunks looked up from the document he was analyzing and set his glasses down. Rubbing his tired eyes, he pressed the button and swiftly said, "Please let him in, Mrs. Vin."

No sooner later, Gohan entered the office of the Capsule Corp. president. Trunks stood from his seat and bowed slightly in respect of the older man.

Gohan chuckled, "You've got a nice collection here, Trunks."

Trunks gave him a questioning look until he realized the man was referring to his toy car collection he had on his desk. Trunks looked sheepish and blushed slightly sitting back down.

"You have no idea. I actually have more but my mom threw them away. I feel like a little boy who got kicked in the nuts early." Trunks whimpered.

Cars were beginning to be his passion and he found it hard to concentrate on other things. Other important things like the Capsule Corporation inventions, his girlfriend, and family. Luckily his girlfriend was more understanding than others. But just by a slight margin. The cars his mother threw away in anger were one of the rare ones being that they weren't sold in any kind of store. Each year, HIN or Hot Import Nights would have shows in Tokyo. There he could buy them, each with a unique style to it. Unfortunately, his mother didn't understand the necessary importance of leaving the cars be.

"Well I'm sure you'll live. In fact, I came here to ask you a favor that's got something to do with cars," Gohan hesitated.

Trunks quirked an eyebrow. "I don't understand," he admitted.

Gohan fidgeted around nervously in his seat. He seemed to be thinking of ways to form the words correctly. Several seconds passed and Gohan sighed, "How much do you love my daughter?"

Trunks went stiff as alarms went off in his head. His heart starting to beat faster by the second and millions of questions ran through his head. Did something happen? Did she say something? Was Gohan going to tell him to break up with Pan? Was he being set up to do a greater task? Is she…

"Is she pregnant with my child?" he blurted out and immediately regretting the question. Of all the things to ask…

"N – wait," Gohan's eyes narrowed at the young man in front of him, "why would she be pregnant when she's still a virgin?" he asked menacingly.

Trunks coward at his folly and began stuttering, "She is! Uh – it's just, I don't know. It was the only thing that came to my mind. I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking."

"Well you better start thinking," Gohan threatened.

"So, uh – going back to the favor?" Trunks hoped changing the subject would sooth the anger that was slowly boiling in Gohan. He didn't want to deal with a Mystic Gohan at the moment.

Gohan growled again and rolled his eyes, "As I was saying, how much do you love my daughter?"

Trunks was still clueless. "Very much, Gohan…" he stopped for a second until another thought struck him. His eyes widened at the possibility.

"Am I getting married?" He asked.

Gohan fell off his chair at the sudden, irrelevant outburst. Pulling himself up off the floor, Gohan gave an exasperated sigh, "You know, for someone who runs a multi-billionaire company, you really don't know how to think logically, do you?"

"That's been a problem lately," Trunks muttered under his breath.

"What?"

"Nothing!" Trunks chimed.

Sitting himself down, Gohan cleared his throat, "Anymore idea's of what my favor might be before I tell you?"

Trunks shook his head.

"Good, now shut up!"

Trunks did as he was told.

"Now, do you love my daughter enough to do anything for her?"

"Isn't that the same as the last question?" Trunks rubbed the back of his head feeling a headache coming on.

"Just answer it!" Gohan snapped.

"Of course!"

Suddenly, Gohan stood up with a big grin his face. "Great! See you tomorrow at five, then! Oh and bring your Civic Si."

With that, Gohan left, shutting the door on his way out.

Trunks looked at the door, mouth agape. "What?"

Ending Note: Teehee, confused much? Keep reading, you may be wondering what driving's has anything to do with Pan, being that she's 18 already. But you will see. Please review and let me know how it is, so far. Thanks!!