AN: This story is like 4-5 yrs old. Amazing what you can find rummaging around in an old laptop. I'd completely forgotten about it, which is strange. But I hadn't even given it a title that could be why. Anyways, here it is enjoy

Disclaimer: Yes I own DBZ. (see bottom note)

The Strangest Thing

Ch1- Not really

Trunks stood, arms crossed, gazing out at the dismal skyline of West Capital City. From his office window on the 21st floor of CC HQ, one could only see dull gray clouds that hung about the city threatening to rain down the city's inhabitants. Ironic that dullness of the view reflected the viewer's current feeling. Trunks Vegeta Briefs, President of the worlds largest run company, Capsule Corporation, Prince of a warrior race on the brink of extinction, gazed at the world with dull eyes not really seeing anything. Not really...

Once he had been a playful, slightly mischievous boy with a love of adventure, he had look forward to each day wondering what surprises would come his way, but now? But now sometimes he wished the next morning wouldn't come. He felt empty, no, not empty, just lonely? Out of place, like he wasn't really there, not really.

What happened? What is happening? He wondered to himself, everything used to be so... alive, worthwhile, when did it all change?

Was it 4? 6? 7years ago? Has it been that long?"

7yrs ago Goku had disappeared along with the dragon balls, things were never quite the same even thought they went back to 'normal'.

Every one went on with their own lives and gradually the 'gang' started splitting up visits becoming less frequent and more rare.

Yamucha, as old as he was getting, surprisingly had pick up his baseball career again. Tien and Choazu, last he'd heard, they were training somewhere in the wilderness, 6yrs ago. Krillen and his family had move from Master Roshi's island to Satan city a few years back he hadn't heard too much from them lately aside from the occasional visit or two. His little sister, Bra was now a popular interior designer and traveled a lot, although she lived not to far from the CC compound where she'd grown up.

Lastly the Sons, Gohan and Videl were living in Satan city, Gohan a scholar and Videl secretary. Goten he hadn't seen in 2years. Goten, so much like his father, had settled for life in the country, helping the ageing Chichi as well. It was kind of sad, not seeing one's best friend in so long.

Unfortunately his mother had re-introduced him to a new best friend after his year long vacation in space. Trunks turned his gaze to the small stack of papers neatly stacked on his desk, waiting patiently for his break to be over, then he'd have get back to work again.

Trunks glanced at his watch; he still had five more minutes.

Son had a knack for business that surprised everyone, even her parents. Although she worked for CC (just a few floor down at this very moment) he only saw her briefly once or twice last year. As Pres Trunks was one of the first in and one of the the last to leave. Needless to say, that a real damper on his social life, not that he much of one now anyways.

Everyday of the same now, work, eat, sleep, work, eat, and sleep.

And the only things he saw on daily basis were his desk and his bed before he repeated the cycle, over and over and over.... He had a feeling that if he disappeared all of a sudden, the only one that would miss him would be his mother.

Today, like yesterday would blend into the other days, like they always did. When tomorrow came he wouldn't be able to distinguish today from last Tuesday. Neither of them were significant nor the day before that. Tomorrow would become today and it too would fade in a blur, just another day, nothing special, not really. Sighing he looked at his watch, five less minutes till tomorrow came and today would fade away not remembered. Not really.

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The next week was the same and the one after that. Today is going to be different Trunks thought as he unlocked his office to starting a new day of work. He would do something besides work today, maybe even skip for old times sake, hadn't done that in eons. He didn't know why but today he felt determined to do something, anything to break the monotonous tautology his life had become. Maybe I'll go to the park or take my break somewhere else besides my office. Change is in the air I can smell it. He took in a deep breath, as he closed the door behind him, smells like a breath of fresh air and..."Perfume?"

Trunks frowned, who had been in his office? And more importantly why? He looked over his office; it was fairly roomy, but sparsely decorated. The first thing he noticed was the window above his couch was open and that something was strewn across his desk. A scowl marred his usually calm face. First he closed the window then went walk over to his desk.

Something wasn't strewn on his desk- it was some one! She had obviously fallen asleep in his chair. Her head was resting in her fore arms, midnight hair all askew covering her face. She was wearing a maroon business suit with a CC tag. So she works here, she might not for long if she breaks in here again. He touched her shoulder lightly so as not to startle her, "Miss, excuse me miss, could you please wake up..."

The lady mumbled something incoherent then shot up like a rod, her tired dark eyes wide. "Oh I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to fall asleep," yawning tiredly, "honestly I don't know how you can be up before 7am every morning Trunks." His eyebrow hitched at the way she had addressed him. She looked familiar but he could put his finger on where he had seen her before.

"You get used to it." he replied absentmindedly "Now, what are you doing in here?" His Vegeta like scowl settling on the tired looking woman in front of him still sitting in his chair. "Hah ha very funny, can't I visit some one just to see them every once in a while?"

"..."

"You don't recognize me, do you?" she looked at him shock and a little hurt coming over her features. Not really knowing what to say, "Should I?" he asked. Wrong answer. A hurt look flashed briefly across her face.

"Trunks Vegeta Briefs, I don't know if should tease you about become old and senile, or beat my self up for not being a better friend. I'm only three floors away and haven't seen you since last year. What kind of friend is that?" she said with a sad smile.

He looked at the young lady, again more carefully this time.

"Pan!?" He asked genuinely shocked.

"Yes!"

"Pan???" in a disbelieving voice, teasing her now.

"Yes!" She nodded her head vigorously; a bright smile graced her features.

"No way!"

"Yes way!"

He picked her up and gave her big bear hug swing her around like he used to when she was little.

"Who else flies into your office at six thirty in the morning just to visit you?" she asked breathless, grinning impishly.

He smirk, he had a feeling today would be very interesting.

"Only you Pan. So what do I owe the please of this visit?"

"Again with needing a reason to visit, what is it with people these days?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Alright, alright three things. First, I've missed seeing every body so I've been visiting everyone recently. Second, I got promoted yesterday and I'm moving up here, so hope full we'll seen each other more often, and lastly, she reached her pocket pulling out a old fashioned pocket watch, handing it to him.

No, it was a small picture frame with two pictures in it. One was of every body including Goku, taken before the whole space episode. The other was of Pan, Goku, Giru and himself. It brought back a lot of memories.

"Thanks Pan, it means a lot to me."

Suddenly he didn't feel quite so lonely any more, not really.

Note: That was sarcasm. I'm not making any money off of this. R&R

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