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same story line as my previous story: "Dancing for Rain."
If you didn't read it, well, please do someday, but
if you really don't want to, read this anyway 'cause it'll make
sense since any relevant "stuff" is recapped and if you
have read DFR, you're awesome and this will fill
in a big blank for you.
Chapter One:
Trunks awoke to the high pitched sound of his beeping alarm clock ringing in his sensitive ears. He grumbled feeling around his bedside table for the screeching black box. He attempted to lightly tap the clock to silence it, but in his groggy mind over shot and slammed his hand down rather heavy smashing the screeching black box along with the table it was on. He groaned and rubbed the sleep from his eyes before jolting up straight and swinging his legs over the side of the bed. He jumped up, his feet hitting the cool hardwood floor with a soft thud for someone of his size. He felt the blood rush to his head and his vision go fuzzy. He took a couple of steps before the dizziness over came his and he toppled sideways crashing into a wall and consequently falling through it.
Sakura opened the front door to Trunks' house in time to hear the thunderous crash. She rushed inside and yelled up the stairs, "Trunks are you alright? You got up too fast again didn't you?" She walked back to the table and placed the brown paper grocery bag on top of it before turning and making her way to the fridge. She opened the door and continued to talk, "You better get moving or you'll be late for work. I'll call Pete to fix that wall. That man makes a fortune off of you. You pretty much keep him in business. You think you'd learn by now to just stand up slower." She extracted oranges and eggs from the abyss of the fridge and placed them on the counter. She listened for the sound of his footsteps but couldn't hear them. She brushed back her black shoulder length hair that was now beginning to be streaked with wisps of grey. She pulled her black glasses from the pocket of her grey sweater and placed them carefully on her nose. "I'm guessing today isn't an orange juice day after all, I'll get the coffee on." A muffled "thank you" sounded from somewhere up the stairs. Sakura giggled to herself as she cracked eggs into a frying pan. "You take after your mother for sure Trunks."
Trunks pulled himself out from inside the wall and stood, rubbing his now throbbing head. He ran a hand through his shaggy, violet hair and let out a sigh as he made his way down the hall to the bathroom. He removed the black boxers he was wearing and flung them into the laundry basket before closing the bathroom door behind him. He turned on the hot water so the room filled with steam. He stepped in and leaned his head against the wall, allowing the hot water to run down his neck and back. He closed his eyes for a moment taking in the silence. The light, consistent dripping of the water was the only sound to be heard. Sakura's voice floated into the silence, "Trunks… you're going to be late for work. His eyes snapped open and he poked his head out of the shower door. He peered around the corner at the clock on the wall and screamed. Sakura smiled to herself and shook her head.
Sakura picked up the large plate of eggs, sausages, bacon and toast and balanced it on one hand. She picked the mug of coffee up with the other and began making her way to the table. Trunks came flying down the stairs and skidded to a stop in front of her. He snatched the coffee mug from her and down it in one gulp. He dropped the empty mug on the table. Sakura snatched his arm and pulled him toward her. She dropped the overflowing plate to the table and grabbed his black, untied tie and tied it in one swift motion. She tucked it into his jacket and patted his solid chest. He smiled at her and kissed her on the forehead before running out the door, "Thanks aunt Sakura! See you at five!" Sakura giggled and shook her head. She looked at the overflowing plate and sighed. Fin came up along side her and hopped on the table. Sakura handed the midnight cat a piece of bacon. "That boy is something else. I tell you that old girl." The cat licked her lips and looked back at Sakura from her large yellow orbs, "He's just like Bailey." Sakura laughed a loud and nodded, "You've got that right Fin. He is just like Bailey."
Trunks slid in the front door of Capsule Corp. and held his briefcase over his face as he made his way by the security window where the too familiar security guard worked and entered his pass code into the keypad. It beeped signalling his clearance and he quickly opened the door and slid inside. He made his way down the hall trying his best to avoid eye contact with anyone who may have noticed his arrival. He was about halfway to the elevator when a voice rang out from an office, "Sir!" Trunks scrunched up his face in horror and the man rushed to his side. "I've been waiting for you since I got here this morning; mind you I came in early. Did you read over my proposal yet? I understand if you haven't you must be extremely busy and I know you just got back from the Delinski deal…" The man's words faded into a buzz Trunks continued down the hall. With each step the babbling man was joined by other babbling employees who shoved papers and documents in his face and asked similar questions. He sighed and looked at the floor, allowing his mind to wander and block out the noise surrounding him. He collided with something. Liquid splashed into his face and down the front of his suit. He stopped walking and looked up. The chattering around him stopped. The something he collided with turned out to be a someone, a very beautiful someone at that. Trunks felt his cheeks flare red. The young woman looked up at him from soft, light green eyes, her hair was falling out of the ponytail it was tied back in revealing that the white one could see from the top of her head slowly gave way to varying shades of blue as it went on. Trunks gaped at her, "I – I uh- I-" She jumped to her feet. "Sir I am so sorry I wasn't paying attention I – oh no, I cut your arm. Here I can heal that for you." She held a small delicate hand over the gash in his arm. Pink shimmering light emitted from her hand and seeped its way into his skin. The gash vanished she pulled her hand back, "I'm really sorry about your suit." She turned and scampered off. Two employees appeared in front of him and began dabbing the coffee off the front of his shirt. "Do you want her fired?" "Who was she?" "Must be new." "What a klutz." "No respect." "Someone do a write up." "Who's was she?" "Find out, make a complaint." Trunks waved a hand, "That's enough all of you, really. It was just a simple mistake. There is no issue here." He pushed his way through the throng and made his way to the elevator. He pressed the up arrow and stepped inside. One of the employees made an attempt to follow. He stuck out an arm to block the door. "Please. I have matters to attend to. Write up memos and send them to Valerie. I'll get back to you all. I promise." The elevator door closed. Trunks gave a sigh of relief and leaned back closing his eyes. "Who was that girl?" The elevator dinged signalling his arrival at his office. He stepped out and made his way to the door of his office. He entered his pass code again on the keypad next to the door. It gave a beep and the door slid open. He made his way to his desk and flopped down in his large, leather chair. He leaned forward on his elbows and dropped his head to his hands massaging his temples. "Finally… some peace and quiet… it will be disturbed in three… two…" The door to his office slid open and Valerie stepped inside referring to the palm pilot in her hand. "Alright sir, let's go over your itinerary for today. You have a meeting with the board of directors at…" Trunks sighed and tuned out her droning. His thoughts kept returning to the girl from his earlier collision. He sat up straight and put his arms behind his head. He leaned back and put his feet up on his desk. Valerie finished and dropped the palm pilot to her side. "Are we clear sir?" "Yes Valerie. Always… who was that girl from earlier?" Valerie cocked an eyebrow at him, "What girl?" Trunks dropped his feet to the floor and leaned on his desk. "The one I collided with in the hallway." She picked up the palm pilot, "Do you want her fired? I can arrange-" Trunks waved his hands, "No, no. Not fired. I've just never seen her before." Valerie referred to the screen in front of her, the blue light flickering across her serious face, "We've just hired a new group of secretaries… five in total." Trunks stood up and raced to the door. "Thanks Valerie. Take the rest of the day off with pay and lunch is on me." The door closed and he vanished from sight. Valerie sighed and made her way to the door. "He didn't listen to a word I said… what else is new?"
Trunks poked his head into the door of the lavish office. He noticed her sitting at her desk. She had her elbow rested on her desk and her head rested on her hand. She tapped a pen with her free hand in a steady, consistent rhythm. Her shoulder length hair was down revealing its many shades. The phone rang causing her to jump. She swivelled around in her chair to answer it. Trunks cleared his throat and stepped inside. She scribbled something down on a yellow sticky note and peeled it off sticking it up on her desk. She hung up the phone and swivelled back around. At the sight of the purple haired man she jumped. "Sir, shouldn't you be at a meeting right now?" Trunks nodded and stepped closer to her desk. "Honestly… yes, but I wanted to see you instead." She brushed back her hair and sighed, leaning forward on her elbows. Her green eyes gazed up at him. "If this is the part where I get fired… please just cut to the chase." Trunks sat down on the corner of her desk and smiled. "No, that's not why I'm here. I feel like we got off on the wrong foot earlier." He extended a hand to her. "I'm Trunks." She took his hand and shook it. "Kiri, but I already knew who you were… along with probably half the globe." Trunks felt his cheeks flush. She brushed back her hair again and leaned back in her chair, folding her arms across her chest. "I'm sorry sir but I really don't understand why you are here." Trunks gave a dopey smiled and lifted an arm up scratching the back of his head, "Well, uh- really-uh-I-I-mean if you aren't busy later maybe-uh-we-uh-could-uh-get dinner." She tilted her head to one side and furrowed her forehead in confusion. She leaned forward and whispered, "Are you married?" Trunks sucked in air with surprise, "What? No." She leaned back in her chair, "Then I don't understand." She stood up, "CEOs don't date secretaries… especially ones who are terrible at their jobs." The phone on her desk rang and she pressed a button, an angry voice screamed over the speaker, "Kiri I told you I needed those files delivered to me by two o'clock! You better have ordered those flowers for my wife! Is the coffee on? Send those papers down to accounting!" She sighed and brushed back her hair before turning back to Trunks. She stepped out from behind her desk away from the screaming intercom. "Look, I expected the fresh meat thing to happen when I got hired here but I didn't expect if from you. I guess the whole "I'm the president" thing is like your trump card and it probably works… a lot but I'm not buying into the whole dinner thing. Just be honest with me, say you aren't looking for anything real." A particularly loud screech of Kiri rang out from the intercom. "I really have to go. I am sorry about your suit. It's probably worth more than my house." She returned back to the intercom. "Yes sir, I'm on it." Trunks sighed and left her office. He checked his watch. "Early day for me today I think…" He made his way to the elevator and pressed the down button. After a few moments he heard the familiar ding and boarded. He made his way to the front door and out into the mid afternoon sun.
Sakura stood at the sink, humming while she finished off the end of the dishes. She heard a familiar knock at the door and dried her hands off in the near by towel before crossing to open it. Trunks stood in the doorway with a large bouquet of flowers smiling at her. Sakura brought her hands up to her mouth in surprise. "Trunks, why would you do that?" He leaned over and kissed her cheek. "Because the look on your face is worth it every time." He handed her the flowers and she scampered off into the kitchen with them. She filled a clear vase with water and placed it on the table before placing the flowers in it. Bulma looked out from behind the large arrangement and smiled at him. "You spoil her rotten Trunks." He smiled back at her and took a seat at the table. Bulma looked at him from behind her glasses. "You're out early today…" Trunks gave a weak laugh and scratched his head, "Sorry about that Aunt Bulma… its just been a weird day." Sakura took a seat next to him with her cup of tea. Bulma patted his arm, "Well tell us about it. We may come off as a couple of crazy old bats but we do know what's going on." She caught sight of the rip in his sleeve. "What happened to your suit?" Trunks felt himself beginning to blush. "I collided with a girl at work this morning. Her coffee cup shattered…" Sakura placed her coffee cup back down on the table. "A girl? Was this a pretty girl?" Trunks' cheeks began to glow. Bulma and Sakura smiled at each other from across the table. Trunks dropped his gaze to the table and muttered meekly, "Yeah." Bulma and Sakura both beamed at him. Sakura placed a hand on his shoulder. "You like this girl… I can tell. So why on earth are you bringing an old bitty like me flowers when you could be sending them to her?" Trunks smiled at her timidly, "I think it's a bit more complicated than that…" Sakura burst into laughter and looked at Bulma. "He even has the same tastes as his mother." Bulma smiled, "Bailey never could take the easy route."
Trunks cleared his throat and knocked on the door of Kiri's office. She glanced up from her computer screen and rolled her eyes at her visitor. "Come in." Trunks removed the tiny bouquet of bright orange tiger lilies from behind is back on presented it to her. "You don't strike me as a dozen roses type." Kiri eyed the simple bouquet of flowers and fingered the orange satin bow they were tied together with. Her green eyes floated up to him. "You're right… I have to give you that. Roses aren't my thing." She returned her eyes to the large brightly coloured flowers, "Actually, tiger lilies are my favourite…" Her eyes floated back up to him. "So how did you figure it out? Call my landlady? Call my ex boyfriend? Humour me here." Trunks sat down on the corner of her desk and folded his hands in his lap. "Actually, I described you to my aunts and they gave floral suggestions." Kiri placed the flowers genteelly on her desk and brushed her hair back in her habitual manner, she gave a soft sigh. Trunks stood up and leaned on her desk, "Take the day off." She returned her attention to the computer screen, "As lovely as that would be, I can't afford a day off." She turned back to Trunks and gazed up at him, "If I took the day off I wouldn't get paid." Trunks sighed and stood up. He made his way to the door and stopped. He turned back to her, "Healers don't belong cooped up in an office. I've known a few. You're all too free spirited… it's in your blood." Kiri watched him vanish around the corner and into the labyrinth of Capsule Corp. She brushed back her hair and sighed. Her eyes caught notice of the small yellow envelope that had been paper clipped to the ribbon tied around the flowers. Her name was scrawled in black ink across the front. She carefully opened it and removed the plain white card from inside it. She opened it and read. Written simply in the same rough cursive was a simple message, "You've got me all wrong." She ran a finger over the message and stood. She quickly darted for the door and into the hall. Trunks was nowhere in sight.
Sakura heaped food onto Trunks' plate and chattered on excitedly, "I really do have a good feeling about this Trunks… I think she might be the one." Trunks felt his cheeks begin to flush and lowered his head. Sakura smiled as she plopped food onto Goku's plate. "Don't be so shy Trunks. We all think it's great." Bulma voiced from the opposite side of the table. Sakura nodded in agreement, "Why don't you just tell her you're a fighter? That will get her attention." Goten came from the living room and flopped down in a chair next to Trunks. "Are you having girl problems? I can give you advice. I'm the master." Bulma choked on her coffee and spit it back in the cup. Sakura cracked her son over the head with the now empty tray she was carrying. Goten cringed, Sakura examined the large dent and sighed. Bulma coughed for a moment and cleared her throat she narrowed her eyes and pointed at him, "You will give no love advice Son Goten! If that is what we wanted we would have just sent him to Yamcha." Sakura returned with a second overflowing tray and began serving its contents, "Or Krillin for that matter." Goten rubbed his head, "I was only trying to be helpful." Sakura shook her serving utensil in his face, "Well stop. If we want your services we will request them. Shut up and eat." A burp emitted from Goku and he rubbed his stomach, "That was good Sakura… as always." The large Saiyan sat up straight. "Hey boys, there is a World Tournament coming up soon! You have to enter with me for old time's sake!" Bulma rolled her eyes and stood to help Sakura clear the dishes. She shook back her aquamarine hair, "Here we go again. Yamcha has been on about this all day." Sakura smiled and began running the dishwater. Trunks leaned on the table, "As great as that would be uncle Goku… I have to work." Bulma approached the table and picked up his plate, "No you don't. You're on your yearly sabbatical." Trunks shot up straight, "Aunt Bulma I – you-I-but-" Sakura turned around and smiled, "How wonderful, all you boys could use a little training time." Bulma nodded, "Male bonding time. Take Yamcha too." Trunks looked over at Goten and the two young men looked back at the smiling women. Goku slapped a hand down on each of their shoulders and smiled broadly, "Alright boys, let's get a move on, no sense wasting time." Trunks and Goten looked at each other and sighed.