Disclaimer: I do not own DB-ZorGT.
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::From nothing, to something. Out of the depths of the unknown, rises the beauty of a rose. Look closer. Look closer. .And expect the unexpected.::
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Trunks Briefs sat in his gloomy office, all alone. It was nearing dinner time, and he was starved. The work that day, was ruff and hard. To tell the truth, Trunks actually hated his job. It wasn't something he would mind losing.
A 'beep' ran through Trunks' phone. It was his secretary. Trunks picked up the phone, wondering what more he could possible do.
"Yes, Miss Cardae?" Trunks asked, trying to sound amused.
"Mr. Fedinler is here to see you, Mr. Briefs. Should I send him in?" Trunks' secretary spoke.
Trunks sighed. Here he was, about to leave for the night, and now he had to sit through another boring appointment. He rubbed his eyes, and scrunched his nose. Even that face looked adorable.
Trunks was one of the, if not, the best looking man alive. He was not married, and he was not seeing anyone. Trunks felt that, if he was alone, and wasn't with someone, his job would be running a lot easier. He couldn't have anyone bringing him down.
Trunks felt like his life was going well, but his inner self was missing something. It was as if his other half was missing. He needed to be whole..something he wasn't.
Capsule Corporation had been where Trunks worked, ever since he could remember. His mother urged him to start working there, when she could no longer bare the task. Trunks started slow in his job, but worked his way to the top, using his skills, and highly educated brain.
Soon, Trunks was at the head of his job, working full time, nonstop. His mother soon passed away, and so did his father, not being able to take the loss of his mate.
It was hard to get over, but Trunks pulled through, and continued his hard work at C.C. Being alone was difficult, too. Trunks, over time, became distant, and didn't talk much. He was a kind person, he just lost interest to the outside world.
Bringing the subject back, Trunks squinted his eyes and continued.
"Please, send him in."
"Right away, Mr. Briefs."
Within less than five seconds, Mr. Finedler entered Trunks' large office. He had a rather, large frame, and a bushy mustache. He gave Trunks a stern look, as he sat down in a nearby chair.
"Mr. Briefs!" The man yelled, obviously angered by the Lavender haired man.
'Here we go.." Trunks thought. It was going to be a long speech, talking about how Trunks screwed up, or did something wrong. Though, of course, Trunks had no intention of listening. He sat, and was oblivious to the fact that Mr. Finedler was practically screaming in his ear.
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Three hours. Three hours spent, three hours wasted. Mr. Finedler spoke his mind to Trunks, for three whole hours. Trunks would have rather been beaten up by the world's most powerful creature, than sit through a long boring lecture.
The moon was out, full as ever, and it somehow shown through the rain clouds. Large drops of water fell from the dark night sky, while rumbling could be heard from afar. The quiet world was under a deep slumber. The whole world..except Trunks Briefs.
The clock in the office ticked and tocked, as Trunks sat in his chair, snoring slightly. His head lay on his arms, as he slightly stirred.
A thunderous boom made the whole office shake, causing Trunks to wake up. With an abrupt snort, he quickly opened his eyes. Looking around, Trunks realized he was the only one in his office.
The co-workers and secretaries were long gone. It was now midnight, and Trunks had been sleeping. He got up from his leather chair, and walked out of his section of the building.
As Trunks walked along the halls of C.C. he grabbed his coat off of a rack, to the side. The tired man approached an elevator, and pressed the down button. Trunks waited anxiously for the door to open. When it finally did, he entered, and pressed the button leading to the bottom floor.
The music drained his ears. Such tranquility, and peacefulness. Everything was quiet. Trunks leaned against the wall, closing his eyes. As the elevator ascended down, it made his heart flutter, the same way it does, when someone you love, loves you back. Trunks liked the feeling..He longed to feel it more often.
With a small thud, the elevator stopped, and trunks exited. He walked to the back door, and left the building, first turning, and locking everything up.
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Trunks' drive home was long, and endless. The street lights glowed over the top of the car, shadowing on and off of Trunks. The rain beat down on the car, noisy as ever. Trunks' eyes drooped, and he nearly fell asleep at the wheel.
Luckily, Trunks made it home, safe and sound. He lived in a small apartment, not enjoying the large, and rich type houses. He didn't want to live in a mansion, nor a castle of the sort. He wanted to be simple, but cozy.
Trunks' apartment was just right for him, and he liked it.
So, Trunks got up, out of his car, still very sleepy. He groggily walked over to where his first floor door was. As he wandered up to the doorstep, Trunks saw a figure, lying up against the brick wall.
Trunks rubbed his eyes, and looked to see if he wasn't dreaming. He saw, what he saw. There was a person, who looked in bad shape. Trunks approached them. Once he got a closer look, he could see that it was a girl.
Trunks tried to nudge the girl, in order to wake her up. She was out cold, drenched in rain. Trunks sighed and picked her up. He couldn't just leave her there, to rot and die in the rain. She looked very frail, and her skin was as white as a ghost.
Trunks fumbled around to retrieve his keys. When he got the right one, it took him some time to get the door unlocked. After he finally did, Trunks flipped the light on, and walked in, closing the door behind him.
From what Trunks could see, the girl had dark hair, but he wasn't sure, it could have been the dirt, covering her head. Her face was small, with mud smudged on it. The rest of her body was small, also. She was as skinny as a stick, indicating she hadn't eaten in awhile.
Trunks had a look of sympathy written on his face. He felt deeply sorry for the girl, and hoped that she would be okay.
Trunks took the tiny girl to his bedroom, and gently lied her down on his bed. He covered her with his quilt, making sure that she would get warm. He brushed a few strands of hair out of her face, and left her to sleep.
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There you have it. I hope everyone will enjoy this fic. I want to at least receive 5-10 reviews before I go on. Please tell me what you think. ^- ^
~t/ptears
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::From nothing, to something. Out of the depths of the unknown, rises the beauty of a rose. Look closer. Look closer. .And expect the unexpected.::
~*~
Trunks Briefs sat in his gloomy office, all alone. It was nearing dinner time, and he was starved. The work that day, was ruff and hard. To tell the truth, Trunks actually hated his job. It wasn't something he would mind losing.
A 'beep' ran through Trunks' phone. It was his secretary. Trunks picked up the phone, wondering what more he could possible do.
"Yes, Miss Cardae?" Trunks asked, trying to sound amused.
"Mr. Fedinler is here to see you, Mr. Briefs. Should I send him in?" Trunks' secretary spoke.
Trunks sighed. Here he was, about to leave for the night, and now he had to sit through another boring appointment. He rubbed his eyes, and scrunched his nose. Even that face looked adorable.
Trunks was one of the, if not, the best looking man alive. He was not married, and he was not seeing anyone. Trunks felt that, if he was alone, and wasn't with someone, his job would be running a lot easier. He couldn't have anyone bringing him down.
Trunks felt like his life was going well, but his inner self was missing something. It was as if his other half was missing. He needed to be whole..something he wasn't.
Capsule Corporation had been where Trunks worked, ever since he could remember. His mother urged him to start working there, when she could no longer bare the task. Trunks started slow in his job, but worked his way to the top, using his skills, and highly educated brain.
Soon, Trunks was at the head of his job, working full time, nonstop. His mother soon passed away, and so did his father, not being able to take the loss of his mate.
It was hard to get over, but Trunks pulled through, and continued his hard work at C.C. Being alone was difficult, too. Trunks, over time, became distant, and didn't talk much. He was a kind person, he just lost interest to the outside world.
Bringing the subject back, Trunks squinted his eyes and continued.
"Please, send him in."
"Right away, Mr. Briefs."
Within less than five seconds, Mr. Finedler entered Trunks' large office. He had a rather, large frame, and a bushy mustache. He gave Trunks a stern look, as he sat down in a nearby chair.
"Mr. Briefs!" The man yelled, obviously angered by the Lavender haired man.
'Here we go.." Trunks thought. It was going to be a long speech, talking about how Trunks screwed up, or did something wrong. Though, of course, Trunks had no intention of listening. He sat, and was oblivious to the fact that Mr. Finedler was practically screaming in his ear.
~*~
Three hours. Three hours spent, three hours wasted. Mr. Finedler spoke his mind to Trunks, for three whole hours. Trunks would have rather been beaten up by the world's most powerful creature, than sit through a long boring lecture.
The moon was out, full as ever, and it somehow shown through the rain clouds. Large drops of water fell from the dark night sky, while rumbling could be heard from afar. The quiet world was under a deep slumber. The whole world..except Trunks Briefs.
The clock in the office ticked and tocked, as Trunks sat in his chair, snoring slightly. His head lay on his arms, as he slightly stirred.
A thunderous boom made the whole office shake, causing Trunks to wake up. With an abrupt snort, he quickly opened his eyes. Looking around, Trunks realized he was the only one in his office.
The co-workers and secretaries were long gone. It was now midnight, and Trunks had been sleeping. He got up from his leather chair, and walked out of his section of the building.
As Trunks walked along the halls of C.C. he grabbed his coat off of a rack, to the side. The tired man approached an elevator, and pressed the down button. Trunks waited anxiously for the door to open. When it finally did, he entered, and pressed the button leading to the bottom floor.
The music drained his ears. Such tranquility, and peacefulness. Everything was quiet. Trunks leaned against the wall, closing his eyes. As the elevator ascended down, it made his heart flutter, the same way it does, when someone you love, loves you back. Trunks liked the feeling..He longed to feel it more often.
With a small thud, the elevator stopped, and trunks exited. He walked to the back door, and left the building, first turning, and locking everything up.
~*~
Trunks' drive home was long, and endless. The street lights glowed over the top of the car, shadowing on and off of Trunks. The rain beat down on the car, noisy as ever. Trunks' eyes drooped, and he nearly fell asleep at the wheel.
Luckily, Trunks made it home, safe and sound. He lived in a small apartment, not enjoying the large, and rich type houses. He didn't want to live in a mansion, nor a castle of the sort. He wanted to be simple, but cozy.
Trunks' apartment was just right for him, and he liked it.
So, Trunks got up, out of his car, still very sleepy. He groggily walked over to where his first floor door was. As he wandered up to the doorstep, Trunks saw a figure, lying up against the brick wall.
Trunks rubbed his eyes, and looked to see if he wasn't dreaming. He saw, what he saw. There was a person, who looked in bad shape. Trunks approached them. Once he got a closer look, he could see that it was a girl.
Trunks tried to nudge the girl, in order to wake her up. She was out cold, drenched in rain. Trunks sighed and picked her up. He couldn't just leave her there, to rot and die in the rain. She looked very frail, and her skin was as white as a ghost.
Trunks fumbled around to retrieve his keys. When he got the right one, it took him some time to get the door unlocked. After he finally did, Trunks flipped the light on, and walked in, closing the door behind him.
From what Trunks could see, the girl had dark hair, but he wasn't sure, it could have been the dirt, covering her head. Her face was small, with mud smudged on it. The rest of her body was small, also. She was as skinny as a stick, indicating she hadn't eaten in awhile.
Trunks had a look of sympathy written on his face. He felt deeply sorry for the girl, and hoped that she would be okay.
Trunks took the tiny girl to his bedroom, and gently lied her down on his bed. He covered her with his quilt, making sure that she would get warm. He brushed a few strands of hair out of her face, and left her to sleep.
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There you have it. I hope everyone will enjoy this fic. I want to at least receive 5-10 reviews before I go on. Please tell me what you think. ^- ^
~t/ptears