Mistaking Mistakes

There was always something missing in his life, though he'd never admit it, nor does he look for completion. He was clueless as to what was missing, until a woman risked their friendship, hoping that was what he needed to realize the missing part of him TP

A/N: Hey you guys! I finally came back from under the rock, so to speak. Summer's nearing, and I wanted to get distracted from certain things, so I decided to attempt to write a decent story, once again! I hope you enjoy it!

Prologue

Trunks Briefs stood from the balcony, during what seemed like a ridiculous time to others, but it wasn't unnatural for him. This wasn't his first time out at 3 a.m. staring at the sky, as if doing this will motivate him to continue believing he was complete. He had been doing this for weeks now, almost months, and for what reason? He didn't know. All he knew was that it calmed his mind.

Now that he thought about it, he hadn't had an intimate relationship with a woman for months now. Or was it years? He wasn't sure. So as he stared at the stars blinking above him, listen to the rustling of the leaves blowing from the wind, he contemplated. Of his life, his work, his family, and most of all, his friends. Everyone had noticed the lifeless eyes he had each day.

Heck, even his personal secretary Marron noticed something was wrong with him. Marron rarely noticed anything other than her boyfriend of the month. Well, she had just broken up with her May boyfriend, and it was only the 12th… She couldn't be trying to… Nah, she couldn't be… He was her boss and friend, for crying out loud! She would never hit on him, even if she and her ex broke it off a little early. Trunks laughed to himself as he thought this over. How ridiculous can he get? Last week, he even thought that Pan, yes, Pan Son, who is 14 years younger than him, had a crush on him!

He closed his eyes and sighed. What was wrong with him? What had changed in his life that made him this way? He used to be carefree, but something happened. He was sure it wasn't work. His feelings for his work were the same as always: he despised it. Nothing was different, but somehow his life started going downhill.

As time passed, he decided it was time to attempt to sleep for a few hours, until the annoying sound of his alarm clock beeping woke him up for work again. Trunks shut the door to the balcony behind him, and walked to his bed. He stumbled over his briefcase that lay on the floor and realized it was pitch dark in his room, as it usually was when he prepared to go to sleep. It was a habit he picked up after unintentionally getting drunk at the anniversary party of his 5th year of being CEO. He had toppled into his dark room, not bothering to turn on the lights so he wouldn't wake his parents. It was about 1:00 a.m. when he had done so, and he knew his father would assault him if he were to wake up to find his son drunk and speaking incoherently, annoying the daylights out of him.

Trunks inwardly grinned, replaying that day he made his mistake of thinking he could down a whole bottle of wine just because he was half saiyan. Yes, those were the days. Before those lifeless eyes replaced his piercing blue ones…

-

"Mr. Briefs, you are 5 minutes late."

Please let it be a dream…

"You are now 6 minutes late."

Just leave me alone…

"6 minutes and counting, Mr. Briefs."

Why is life so cruel?

"The clock is ticking, sir."

"Pan, how the heck do you get in my room?? Are you some kind of stalker, or am I missing something here??" Trunks threw a pillow at her, who was sitting at the foot of his bed as usual, and he quickly went under the covers, hoping to get more rest. He knew it would be impossible though, with the overly cheerful girl in his room. When she didn't respond, he lifted the covers, sat up, and looked over to where she lay. Her arms spread dramatically over the end of the bed where one of her legs hung from. Her eyes were closed, and the pillow he had thrown at her positioned near her head. Trunks couldn't help but laugh at the ridiculous position she was currently in, despite how tired he was. He only had 4 hours of sleep, after all.

"You're laughing?" Pan turned her head to face him and opened her eyes. When they made eye contact though, she quickly shut her eyes again and sighed softly, appearing despondent.

Confused by her sudden reticence, Trunks poked her shoulder, waiting for a reaction. "Pan?" He nudged her leg with his that were still under the covers, but received no response. He tugged gently at her hair, but she still didn't respond. Becoming greatly worried, he crawled out of the warm blankets and approached her. He used his index and middle finger and searched for her pulse on her neck. The instant he touched her though, and before he could feel a pulse, her eyes immediately fluttered open, and she grabbed on to his hand. She looked at him and released his hand, closing her eyes again as she did so.

"I'm dead, Trunks. Dead people don't respond to any irritating action, no matter how infuriated they may get," She exclaimed, opening one of her eyes to peek at him. She didn't smile, nor did she frown, but Trunks could tell that she was slightly embarrassed, judging by the slight hint of pink on her cheeks. Pan peeked at him again with one eye slightly open, and when he just stared at her, she said, "Just humor me, Trunks, and play along."

His lips curved upward into a smile. "Why are you dead, Pan?"

"Because Mr. Briefs, you assaulted me with your pillow," She replied instantly, holding back a grin, though not so successfully. "Now, the only way you can reverse this is to quickly get up from bed, get ready for work, and get changed."

Trunks laughed at her remark. "Oh, and why would you think I'd want you to be magically resurrected?" he teased, receiving a shove from Pan, who had gotten up after hearing his comment. "I was just kidding, Pan," he said, chuckling at her expression. Still, she pouted and crossed her arms at him, refusing to meet his eyes.

"You're so mean, Trunks," she stated plainly, her voice firm, but he could tell that she was kidding by the way she glanced at him when she thought he wasn't looking.

"Oh come on, Panny, you know you don't mean that." Trunks snaked his arm around her shoulders, and brought her closer to him. As he did so, a blush formed on her face, and she automatically looked away from him, hoping he wouldn't notice. He noticed though, like always, and chuckled at how easy it was to get her embarrassed. Pan scoffed, but allowed him to hold her… That is, until his bedroom door flew open and Bulma ran into the room. Pan quickly shoved Trunks away and during this process, she fell on the floor with a loud thump!

"Trunks Briefs, you should be at work right now!! I didn't raise you to become like this!! Why, in my days, I-" Bulma had said more to him, but he had stopped listening altogether, and noticed Pan laying on the floor, pretending to be dead again.

Yes, another normal day of Trunks' life. He can't wait until he gets his own house, where he could do anything he wanted to, and most importantly, change the locks of his house whenever he pleased…

A/N: There! I edited it and made this first chapter longer. I figured that leaving just the prologue wasn't much to go on for people, so yeah. I hope you enjoyed it! don't forget to review:P