My Future Love
Prologue
He would come back because his world was bleak and dying. No matter how hard he and his mother had tried the future of his world had not recovered. What was left of the planet's population had become corrupted and depleted by the basic and almost primal need for survival. Almost tribe like populations sprang up and began to fight killing more than conquering. He had tried to bring peace and tried to re-establish a place he could be proud to call home but he couldn't even in all his power defeat the common madness that had sprung up in the human race.
Gero had accomplished his goal it seemed the world was slowly dying with or without the androids the populace had lost its humanity. Standing on the cliff and overlooking the wasteland that had once been his home he pressed the capsule and gripped the box in his arm tight.
"Mother I'm sorry." He whispered
Hazel eyes reflected in the glass as she looked out at the cityscape below. It was a far cry from the soft green rolling hills she was used to. Standing here in the high tech office she certainly felt out of place. Her mother was applying for a personal assistant position to some big wig. She had left her father and their home to accept this position and in doing so dragged her and her little sister along. From what her mother told her she already had the position this was just a meet and greet. Her mother's employer wanted to meet her in person after the video, phone, and email interviews. When her mother's employer met her she also meant her children.
"Maeve sit up straight, stop slouching, and Chica get off your tablet." Maria snapped to her two daughters.
Matching scowls looked at their mother. The oldest known as Maeve had strawberry blonde hair and hazel eyes, while the younger was a brunette and dark blue eyes, like their mother. Maria stood up straight trying to straighten out the imaginary wrinkles in her navy pants suit with subtle white pin stripes. The suit was from a good will center somewhere back home bought at the last minute on a tight budget. They had left home in a hurry to move halfway across the country to start a new life.
"Mom….I'm bored." The younger daughter groaned
"Chica, please. Mrs. Briefs is a very busy woman and we're lucky to have this opportunity try to be patient." Maria lectured coming over and pushing the rebellious bangs out of the young girls face. Maria looked at the child who so resembled her with a soft smile seeing her pouting face. "Please honey?"
"Okay," Chica said and put her tablet away and sitting up from her slouched position.
Maria looked at her oldest daughter, who had chosen to initially ignore her, and only turned up her iPod and slouched more in her seat. Maria scowled crossing her arms and tapping her foot. Her eldest daughter was not known for being compliant and was as stubborn as they came.
"Maeve," Maria said sternly
Hazel eyes, speckled with gold, glared at Maria. The girl known as Maeve had those eyes that changed easily with her mood. They were so expressive with emotion.
"If this is such a great opportunity, and this woman is so happy to have you, why are we out here waiting so long then?" Maeve snapped at her mother in retaliation. They had been waiting for over two hours. Maeve was not patient by nature either.
"Because this woman is in desperate need of a personal assistant, and got behind all morning because she doesn't have someone like your mother to help her with her schedule." The condescending voice made Maria jump and she turned looking at her new employer, Bulma Briefs, who was standing behind her.
Maeve, curious to see who was speaking, leaned around her mother. Maria felt mortified realizing it was indeed Bulma Briefs, her new employer, and one of the most wealthy women in the world. Maeve saw her mother's face redden and look of embarrassment and her stomach sank. Her smart mouth might have gotten them in trouble.
"Mrs. Briefs. I'm so sorry." Maria said casting a death glare at her daughter who at least had the decency to look ashamed at her outburst.
Bulma looked at her new employee with a small grin. Maria Vasquez had applied a little over six months ago out of desperation it seemed. Most thirty-eight-year-old women were not applying as a personal assistant after already having a career for almost twenty years. The brunette faced her with her two daughters looking on behind her. Maria hardly looked her age, hardly over thirty, and certainly didn't look old enough to have a twenty-something daughter. Her hair was cut short in a bob and she was wearing makeup clearly not matched for her olive complexion and blue eyes. The pants suit she was wearing was either borrowed or bought haphazardly because it didn't seem to fit her right or be the correct size. Even her shoes were older and worn looking.
Despite all this, Bulma got the same feeling she had gotten from the multiple communications with Maria, a solid and almost down to earth character. Maria was exactly what she was looking for in a personal assistant a single mother and someone looking to start over. Bulma was tired of uppity college graduates looking for a quick lead and a reference, like dogs sniffing for scraps. She needed someone who was grateful for their position but also a hard worker here for the right reasons. As a mother Maria Vasquez had two reasons sitting behind her. Bulma was willing to take a chance on the woman and after extensive interviews had hired her and the woman had moved with little notice.
"Not to worry I have a teenage son, I know exactly how kids can be and what you're dealing with. It's nice to finally meet you in person, Maria." Bulma said holding out her hand.
Maria came up shaking her hand smiling brightly as Chica and Maeve exchanged glances looking at the strikingly beautiful woman with the strange teal hair. Bulma Briefs, according to their mother, was a legend in her own right CEO of Capsule Corporation the largest and most technological research company in the world. Maeve wanted to sink into the floor knowing her mother was going to make her apologize, not to mention the hell later she was going to catch for the way she had acted.
"She's really pretty," Chica whispered to her sister leaning over as the two older women continued to chat.
"Yeah," Maeve said slightly impressed.
"Girls, come over here," Maria said motioning them forwards. Maeve swallowed but stood willing to take her punishment. Chica bounced over excitedly looking forwards to meet the woman.
Chica stood in her white dress, with pink flowers in a scattered bright calico design her long brunette hair bouncing in curls as she came over. Bulma smiled at the twelve-year-old, who looked like a smaller replica of her mother. According to Maria the child was bright and loved the color pink, which wasn't a lie telling from her dress and matching pink tights.
"Hello, Mrs. Briefs I'm Chica Vasquez," Chica said politely grinning holding out her small hand. The girl obviously wasn't shy either.
Bulma chuckled bending down and shaking her hand "It's a pleasure, Chica. Your mother has told me a lot about you."
Chica grinned and turned to her older sister who walked up. Maeve looked over Bulma curiously and Bulma regarded her with an equally calculating look. Maria had been honest with Bulma telling her the oldest of her children had a few run ins with the law for drugs and other paraphernalia. It was hard to believe the petite, beautiful, young woman in front of her had it in her to become mixed up in that sort of life. Maeve was staying with her mother clean from drug addiction for the first time in years. Maeve had once been a prominent art student involved in graphic design and photography. She had been looking to go into journalism before she fell in with the wrong crowd. She stood in her black tights with a dark purple sweater her strawberry blonde hair short and wavy curling at her chin. Maeve's eyes were wide and almost too vacant for someone her age. Her entire posture, standing back clutching one arm, spoke droves of distrust.
"Hello, Maeve."
"Nice to meet you." Maeve said softly embarrassed "Sorry, about what I said, it was rude."
"No problem, I know I kept you all waiting. Curse of being a CEO I'm afraid. boring board meetings." Bulma said winking at the red head.
Maeve smiled slightly and could tell despite the professional and modelesque exterior of Bulma Briefs, she had a smart sense of humor. Maybe she would get along with her after all.
"So, now that we've all met let me give you the grand tour. Welcome to Capsule Corp." Bulma said shaking hands with Maria
"Thank you, Mrs. Briefs," Maria said thankful the tension had faded.
"Please, Maria call me Bulma. Come on ladies." She said ushering them forwards to look around.
A few months later Maeve struggled with a few boxes as she huffed looking at the fancy guest house they were staying in. After her mother had accepted her position at Capsule Corp and Bulma had found out they were literally living in a hotel, long stay lodge to be exact. Bulma had insisted for the time being until Maria found other accommodations, they stay in the Brief's pool/guest house.
Maeve wouldn't exactly call it a house she'd call it a mansion and the adjoining "house" was literally the size of a city building with over five stories, in fact, the entire Brief compound was a small city. The main dome shaped building was over a hundred yard away with a vast yard separating the two but still, the sheer size was intimidating.
As the twenty-two year old struggled with the boxes a strong and quick body darted past her. "Hey, Mae!"
She gave a cry as the lavender haired streak struck her hip sending her stumbling. If it wasn't for the spiky haired young man behind him stopping and settling a hand on her lower back to steady her she would have sprawled out on her butt. Maeve looked back at the twelve-year old Goten who smiled at her. He was a cute kid.
"Phew, thanks, Goten," Maeve said smiling
The boy blushed bashfully his crush on the older girl evident. "No problem Mae-san."
"Hey, Chica COME ON!" Trunks cried from the doorway. The next generation heir of Capsule Corp. stood screaming in her doorway for her sister.
Maeve scowled looking at the lavender haired boy like an ill-mannered idiot. She stomped up to him and he looked back at her blinking curiously at the glare. He was spoiled rotten and pushy and was obviously used to getting his way. Maeve didn't know what Chica saw in him as a friend. She gave him her best glare as he looked at her confused to her anger.
"Hey…." he said confused
"You need to watch where you're going Trunks you almost made me fall!" Maeve snapped shouldering past him to get into the house. Her patience for the wrecking ball of a teenager was non-existent.
The Saiyan hybrid stumbled back in surprise by the hit from the small young woman. Chica came down the stairs looking at her angry sister as she walked by with a handful of boxes from the moving van before looking at Trunks. She matched her sister's scowl glaring at the boy.
"What did you do?"
"I might have run into her." Trunks said rubbing the back of his head grinning. He wasn't used to being around many normal humans, especially in his home. His mother had given him an hour long lecture when they moved in on being more careful and being more aware of his surroundings.
"Might. You did." Goten laughed coming up beside him. Trunks glared at the dark haired youth as he stated the obvious.
Chica came up to Trunks and promptly punched him in the arm. "Don't make my sister mad or I won't be able to hang out with you."
"Geez okay, I'm sorry." Trunks shrugged while Goten and Chica grinned.
"Anyways, come on. Let's play my new video game." Trunks prompted bouncing on the balls of his feet excitedly. Chica had beat him yesterday at his other one so he had promptly gone out and bought a new one not to be out done.
Maeve had set down the boxes in the living room and listened to the conversation. They had been there less than a week and Chica had already made friends with Bulma's teenage son and his friend. Chica was somewhat of a video gaming genius and when she had beat the young Trunks at one of his favorite video games they had become fast friends. Maeve was pretty certain the young man had a crush on her sister, but she knew at that age he would never admit it. She remembered what thirteen-year old boys were like. At first, Maeve and Maria had been a bit worried about Chica hanging around the two, young, martial arts enthusiasts. Both boys weren't exactly "normal".
"Why? So I can kick your butt at it?" Chica said in a cocky tone making Maeve chuckle. It seemed Chica was holding her own just fine though.
"Hey! That was one time." Trunks tried to argue.
"Three times actually." Goten corrected
"Shut up Goten." Trunks snapped
"Hey don't yell at Goten just because you're a loser. Come one let's get this over. I have better things to do." Maeve snorted at Chica's words leaving the usually prideful and cocky young man speechless. Trunks obviously wasn't used to much of anyone, especially a little girl, getting one up on him and blowing him off.
Goten snickered following her "Wait up." Trunks snapped going after them.
Maeve rolled her eyes realizing that they had forgotten to close the door going over to it. As she neared the red head heard thunder crackle. She looked up curious seeing as how it was a beauatifully sunny day. As she looked up she winced seeing a bright flash. Maeve blinked several times rubbing her eyes. After living here for as few days she was quickly learning the Brief's family and their friends were a little "strange", so she figured the flash was something to do with either the boys or Bulma's antisocial and angry husband.
"Hey, guys! What's going on." She snapped walking out into the yard still rubbing her eyes which were watery now, "Whatever it knock it off!" still convinced they teens were up to
Maeve walked forwards eyes blurry slightly before she ran smack into a solid back. She stumbled slightly backward but a strong hand caught her wrist and steadied her. She blinked several times and saw a tall figure with long lavender hair looking at her.
Her eyes widened realizing it was a perfect replica of an older Trunks she swallowed slightly blinking a few times.
"Are you okay miss?" he asked in gently almost husky voice
"Yeah, I'm good. Um..who are you?"
"My name is Trunks Briefs."
