One Is Not the Answer

by: trunkslover1

Disclaimer: I no own DBZ! GOT IT?

A/N: This is going to be hopefully a cute story. Enjoy!

June 12 (Trunks)

I was in the most vapid meeting. Being president of Capsule Corporation forced you to participate in all of the boring stuff the world offers. I only did it so I could get lots of money and for my mom's wish to keep the business in the family. I guess I also don't really know what I'd be doing otherwise. Anyway, the meeting was pointless. All they talked about was how my business was doing. Yep, we were still the top company in the entire world. Yes, production was still amazingly high. I watched this wrinkled, middle-aged lady talk. I didn't even know who she was. I kept seeing her lips move, but all that came out was 'blah, blah, blah.' She could have been talking in Spanish and I wouldn't have noticed. I was the first one out after I dismissed the meeting.

I walked out toward my office knowing what was there waiting for me. I was greeted by it as soon as I walked in. I closed my eyes then reopened them, hoping they were just a figment of my imagination. Nope. The stack was still there. I decided to put them off and think of what had happened lately. Goten, Bra, and Marron had teamed up on me and made me throw out my suits, glasses, and half of my clothes. They were too geeky. They stated. Bra reminded me that I had been one of the most stylish and popular people in high school. Anyway, we went shopping for all new clothes and suits, but no glasses. It's not like the glasses achieved their goal of making girls stop looking at me during work, but I did miss them. Suddenly my phone rang, bringing me out of my thoughts. I let the machine get it and listened to the recording.

"Hi this is Trunks. I am either busy or I don't want to talk to you. So leave your name and number and maybe I'll get back to you." BEEP

"Trunks!" I jumped out of my seat a little. Marron? "You'd better pick up this phone." I picked up the receiver.

"What's up, Marron?" I questioned, signing some papers.

"Maybe you would know if you kept in touch."

"How did you know I was here?"

"Well other then the fact that you are always at work…just turn around."

"What do you mean?" I asked her, thinking that she was crazy.

"Turn around." She stated again. I swiveled my chair around. She was standing with her cell phone outside on the lawn in front of Capsule Corp. I put up my hand and waved at her. She waved and grinned back at me.

"Marron how did you get here? You can't fly."

"Mr. Smarty-Pants, huh? There happens to be this invention called a car. You aren't being so nice after I came all the way here from my apartment just to see you."

"Yeah. I'm sorry." I was in a bad mood from the meeting.

"Accepted. I was wondering if you would go to the Caramel Street Cafe with me."

"That beats here." I placed the phone back in its holder and it made a little beeping sound. She grinned and turned off her phone.

"So do you want to take the car or do you want to fly with me?" I asked. She scoffed.

"Let's be normal and take a car. Plus, I don't want to die with how fast you take to the sky." She replied, smirking. I didn't even bother taking anything. I just flew out the window, met her, and hopped into her little purple car.

We entered the Carmel Street Cafe. I really was hungry. Good thing this was one of the fastest food makers in the town. Usually at Carmel Street it would only take twenty minutes for them to fix my meals. It was good to be rich and powerful too. Everyone tried to satisfy you. Once the public caught wind of how much food I eat, they started speculating how I kept so fit. That article was pretty funny. I then noticed that we had both been pretty quiet.

"What have you been doing in these last three months?" I tried to start the conversation. I felt guilty not talking to one of my best friends for that long.

"I have been working at the law firm of Kano-Keiji as a secretary. I finally got a week off. How about you?"

"I have no life, so it doesn't matter." I remembered how work had been so demanding lately that I couldn't work on any inventing, the thing that I loved about my job.

"It does to me. What's up?" She said. I looked in her eyes and saw sincerity.

"Nothing. I don't have a social life outside of my house and my office. It stinks."

"Hey. How about we try to get together more? You are one of my best friends, after all."

"Yeah. That'll be great." I said noting how she had called me her best friend. I had been hopeful that she wanted to be my girlfriend for a while, but that had only been my fantasy. I looked at her as the waiter took our menus. He didn't seem too surprised at my order. Maybe they had gotten used to it.

I looked at my 'best friend' in front of me. She was wearing a red spaghetti strap dress. Her hair loosely tied back. She was smiling at the waiter, slightly flirting. She had a pretty smile. I had lately been noticing that Marron wasn't a teenager anymore, but a woman. I mean she had been for a while, but just didn't pay attention to her until lately. She was sitting there in a dress that was cut a little above her knees and I couldn't take my eyes off of her. I was like her slave. She could ask me to do anything for her and I wouldn't hesitate. Like lick the dirt off her boots or…whatever. It was a sort of freaky thought, especially since I had never felt like this. Soon, I was pulled out of my thoughts when she asked if I was okay.

"Yeah I'm fine." I replied. She smiled her hundred-watt smile, as Goten and I've always called it. I love that smile. It is so bright that I feel like a mosquito drawn to its light every time she smiles. I knew that Marron was too good for me. So for the time being, I just enjoyed her company. It was then that I realized for once in my life, I didn't have pride in myself. When I was with her, I melted. She changed me. She was like an angel that could make my heart flip whenever we were together, and, to be blunt, I liked it--I really liked it.

I was thinking all of this in my head as we were talking. She talked about how her last boyfriend had mistreated her by seeing other women. How she was afraid that she had built walls around her heart with all of her bad relationships lately. She got to the point that she could barely got the words out. She stopped talking and I looked at her. I saw hurt in her eyes as she went on about these scumbag men. Then, she quickly changed the subject and said nothing about guys again. I was curious about what else had happened, but didn't want to get her upset.

We stayed and talked for two hours. I realized that my mom was going to have a fit when I went back to the office. I was so glad that I didn't live at home for that reason. After I paid the check, we went to the car. I opened the door for her and she acted really surprised that I was being courteous. She deserved it and it made my blood boil thinking about all the guys who she had gone out with who hadn't give her the least respect.

As I walked her to her apartment door, I almost kissed her goodbye, but stopped before I even started to lean in. She had emotional barriers toward romance right now, and quite honestly I was afraid of rejection. So I hugged her, totally in the friend zone. I flew back to my office and straightened my tie. Quickly, I raked a hand through my hair. My ticked off mom stood in my office as I walked in, my secretary must have called her like she usually does. I sat down and half listened to her speech, but in the back of my mind I thought about Marron.

Hopefully this is going to be my longest fic yet. With tons of chappies! I hope you guys love it and review consistently hint hint wink wink I love you all and will talk to you in the next chapter. Peace out!

TL1