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Disclaimer: Due to unfortunate laws, I don't own any of these DBZ characters. :(
Author's note: The title sux, I know, you don't have to tell me if it does or not. This is what
I'd find very amusing for our 'DBGT teens' of what their jobs would be like in
the future.
Pan:19
Bra:18
Trunks:33
Goten:32
*sniggers evilly* Trunks and Goten are old bags! And these jobs are the opposite of their
attitudes, and no one has a clue of eachothers jobs. ^.~
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Bra sat in her office filing paperwork.(A/N: oh good God, I just begin and it doesn't make sense)
Her secretary came into the room.
"Ms.Briefs, your client for the upcoming case is on line one for you" she said.
Bra nodded, "thank-you Miss.Kanji" she said smiling.
She always found working as a lawyer hard work, especially when it came to filing. Good thing her
mother knew how to work a proper business.
She picked up the phone.
"Hello, Ms.Briefs speaking" she said in a pleasant voice.
"Hi, this is Mr.Son speaking, I am just wanting to know a few things about this case next week"
he replied.
*God, he sounds so familiar, even his voice sounds familiar, but I can't put my finger on it* she
thought
"Ah, yes, what things?" she asked.
"like have you got all of the evidence? Proof and details?" he asked.
"Yes, we do sir, I am quite busy at the moment, if you likem, you can come to my office tomorrow
and we can talk?" she asked, hoping that he would say yes.
"Maybe, I will call you back on that" he responded.
Bra said bye and hung up the phone.
*Damn! I know that person, I just can't seem to remember*
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Mr.Son hung up the phone.
*She sounds very familiar, argh! no time for that!* he told himself.
A man in a silk business suit entered the room.
"Goten, sir, the parcels of cocaine have been succesful to reach Italy and Malasia" he said.
Goten grinned.
"Good, now, what about the Marijuanna?" he asked.
The man twiddled his thumbs.
"Well, it kind of fell into the hands of a company, and well, it might be in their products and.."
Goten raised a hand for him to stop talking.
"Jones,Which company exactly?" he asked.
The man stepped back slightly.
"hehe, Capsule Corp ring a bell?" he asked nervously.
Goten was furious.
"Get out of my sight now!" he yelled.
Jones scurried out of the room.
Goten leaned back in his chair.
*Great, now what am I going to do? I can't go up to the president of CC and say...wait! Trunks still
might be the president* he though hopefully.
*If so I still may have a chance*
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Trunks slept soundly at his desk, hoping for no interuptions.
But he was wrong.
Bulma stormed into the room.
"TRUNKS VEGETA BRIEFS WHAT IN DENDE'S NAME DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?!" she screeched. startling
Trunks.
"Trying to sleep, I mean!...uh..hehe" he replied scratching the back of his head nervously.
Bulma was very aggrivated with his actions.
"Trunks, I gave you this job because you were responsible" she replied.
"Mum, I had to work late! remember! I need my sleep!" he argued.
Bulma glared at him, Trunks retreated almost immediately.
"Pay attention, a client wants a meeting with you tomorrow at this address" she said, handing
him a card with the address of a strip joint on it.
Trunks grinned.
*Maybe this won't be so bad after all*
He rang up his client and booked everything so that he was coming.
(A/N: All you people are gonna kill me for what's up next, I just know it! _)
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Pan danced around on the stage, seductively.
The guys in the audience whistled.
Her partners all where dancing around and some where at the poles on the stage.
*I don't know why I took up this striptease gig* she thought silently, dancing accordingly to the
music.
She looked behind the bar, her friend signalled that her hours were up.
She thanked Dende she didn't have to take off anything else.
After grabbing coat, keys and bag, she walked home.
*I wonder where and what Bra, Trunks and Goten are doing?* she asked herself.
They hadn't spoken to eachother in years, but she didn't want to ring them, afraid what they
would think when they found out her job.
Disclaimer: Due to unfortunate laws, I don't own any of these DBZ characters. :(
Author's note: The title sux, I know, you don't have to tell me if it does or not. This is what
I'd find very amusing for our 'DBGT teens' of what their jobs would be like in
the future.
Pan:19
Bra:18
Trunks:33
Goten:32
*sniggers evilly* Trunks and Goten are old bags! And these jobs are the opposite of their
attitudes, and no one has a clue of eachothers jobs. ^.~
**************************************************************************************************
Bra sat in her office filing paperwork.(A/N: oh good God, I just begin and it doesn't make sense)
Her secretary came into the room.
"Ms.Briefs, your client for the upcoming case is on line one for you" she said.
Bra nodded, "thank-you Miss.Kanji" she said smiling.
She always found working as a lawyer hard work, especially when it came to filing. Good thing her
mother knew how to work a proper business.
She picked up the phone.
"Hello, Ms.Briefs speaking" she said in a pleasant voice.
"Hi, this is Mr.Son speaking, I am just wanting to know a few things about this case next week"
he replied.
*God, he sounds so familiar, even his voice sounds familiar, but I can't put my finger on it* she
thought
"Ah, yes, what things?" she asked.
"like have you got all of the evidence? Proof and details?" he asked.
"Yes, we do sir, I am quite busy at the moment, if you likem, you can come to my office tomorrow
and we can talk?" she asked, hoping that he would say yes.
"Maybe, I will call you back on that" he responded.
Bra said bye and hung up the phone.
*Damn! I know that person, I just can't seem to remember*
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Mr.Son hung up the phone.
*She sounds very familiar, argh! no time for that!* he told himself.
A man in a silk business suit entered the room.
"Goten, sir, the parcels of cocaine have been succesful to reach Italy and Malasia" he said.
Goten grinned.
"Good, now, what about the Marijuanna?" he asked.
The man twiddled his thumbs.
"Well, it kind of fell into the hands of a company, and well, it might be in their products and.."
Goten raised a hand for him to stop talking.
"Jones,Which company exactly?" he asked.
The man stepped back slightly.
"hehe, Capsule Corp ring a bell?" he asked nervously.
Goten was furious.
"Get out of my sight now!" he yelled.
Jones scurried out of the room.
Goten leaned back in his chair.
*Great, now what am I going to do? I can't go up to the president of CC and say...wait! Trunks still
might be the president* he though hopefully.
*If so I still may have a chance*
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Trunks slept soundly at his desk, hoping for no interuptions.
But he was wrong.
Bulma stormed into the room.
"TRUNKS VEGETA BRIEFS WHAT IN DENDE'S NAME DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?!" she screeched. startling
Trunks.
"Trying to sleep, I mean!...uh..hehe" he replied scratching the back of his head nervously.
Bulma was very aggrivated with his actions.
"Trunks, I gave you this job because you were responsible" she replied.
"Mum, I had to work late! remember! I need my sleep!" he argued.
Bulma glared at him, Trunks retreated almost immediately.
"Pay attention, a client wants a meeting with you tomorrow at this address" she said, handing
him a card with the address of a strip joint on it.
Trunks grinned.
*Maybe this won't be so bad after all*
He rang up his client and booked everything so that he was coming.
(A/N: All you people are gonna kill me for what's up next, I just know it! _)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Pan danced around on the stage, seductively.
The guys in the audience whistled.
Her partners all where dancing around and some where at the poles on the stage.
*I don't know why I took up this striptease gig* she thought silently, dancing accordingly to the
music.
She looked behind the bar, her friend signalled that her hours were up.
She thanked Dende she didn't have to take off anything else.
After grabbing coat, keys and bag, she walked home.
*I wonder where and what Bra, Trunks and Goten are doing?* she asked herself.
They hadn't spoken to eachother in years, but she didn't want to ring them, afraid what they
would think when they found out her job.