Quick A/N – I know nothing of the accuracy of this storyline with any DBZ
series. I don't even claim to know. I don't even care. If you find
yourself really confused … I'm sorry? I just hope it's funny. I also
don't think I own anything mentioned in this story. All company names,
etc. were spawned by the series. Oh well.
Trunks Gets a New Job
It was an unusually stressful day at Capsule Corporation. Trunks had been awake all night organizing the company's tax returns and planning the next year's budget. He hadn't eaten for 36 hours or slept for an even longer period of time.
He had just hung up the phone with the Hovercraft Capsule manufacturing facility, guiding them through a narrowly averted disaster; A sneaker had gotten lodged in the machines and the owner of the shoe wanted to sue Capsule Corporation for $20 billion based on the destruction of personal property. All very ridiculous. Trunks instructed the Hovercraft Capsule manufacturing facility CEO to inform the employee of their potential liability suit for misplacement of personal property, which included the replacement costs of the machinery, down-time, and peer morale repair. Trunks didn't even know what he was talking about anymore. He was too exhausted. But the employee immediately withdrew his complaint.
The receiver was on its base. Silence. Trunks exhaled and slumped down in his chair. He spoke aloud, not caring if anyone heard him, "The company's not worth this. I'm too young to be trapped in this corporate world! SIGH, I need a break. I can't handle all this pressure. Just 15 minutes of peace is all I--"
The phone rang again.
"Argh! Enough!" Trunks threw the phone across the room, tearing the cord from the wall, including the jack. It smashed into a thousand pieces upon contact with the drywall. He stormed out of the room.
His secretary stood when he exited. "Sir? There's a call on line 2. Shall I tell them you'll call back?"
Trunks swung around and leaned over her desk. "No, no. Take down this message and give it to anyone who calls looking for me."
She uncaps her pen, "Yes, sir?"
"Now copy this carefully. It's imperative you relay this verbatim."
"Yes, I'm ready."
He extended his index finger as if to drill it through the desk. He stabbed the wood surface with each word, "Fuck. You." He paused. "Got it? I didn't see you write it down."
The secretary sat with her jaw gaping. Trunks resumed his walk out of the office. Before he went out the door, he turned to address the room full of white and blue collars alike.
He shouted as loudly as possible, "I'm taking an extended vacation. Solve your own fucking problems!"
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Later that day, Trunks received a phone call from Goten.
"Trunks, I heard about what you did at Capsule Corporation on the News. What's gotten into you?"
Trunks was lying on the floor with aluminum foil wrapped around his otherwise unclothed body. He was also sporting a flashy 'fire engine red' lipstick, and empty Kleenex boxes on his feet.
"Well Goten … I was thinking … and I don't want to work for Capsule Corp. anymore."
"But you can't do … you can't do what you did!"
"There were too many phone calls."
"But--"
"Those people are morons, Goten. Complete idiots. They would light themselves on fire and dance around in circles singing 'Jingle Bells' if I told them to. I'm sick of it."
Goten knew the job was stressful, but Trunks couldn't just quit! "All right, smart ass. What are you going to do for money, then?"
"Ah ha, I've given that a lot of thought. There's one thing I've always wanted to do, since I was 13 years old. I'm going to --------------"
A/N: CLIFFHANGER! MUAHAHAHahahaha …. Ok, so it's probably not the best cliffhanger in the world, but be prepared for more humor in the chapters to come. Let's just say Trunks isn't very good at his new job. Hee hee hee hee hee …..
Trunks Gets a New Job
It was an unusually stressful day at Capsule Corporation. Trunks had been awake all night organizing the company's tax returns and planning the next year's budget. He hadn't eaten for 36 hours or slept for an even longer period of time.
He had just hung up the phone with the Hovercraft Capsule manufacturing facility, guiding them through a narrowly averted disaster; A sneaker had gotten lodged in the machines and the owner of the shoe wanted to sue Capsule Corporation for $20 billion based on the destruction of personal property. All very ridiculous. Trunks instructed the Hovercraft Capsule manufacturing facility CEO to inform the employee of their potential liability suit for misplacement of personal property, which included the replacement costs of the machinery, down-time, and peer morale repair. Trunks didn't even know what he was talking about anymore. He was too exhausted. But the employee immediately withdrew his complaint.
The receiver was on its base. Silence. Trunks exhaled and slumped down in his chair. He spoke aloud, not caring if anyone heard him, "The company's not worth this. I'm too young to be trapped in this corporate world! SIGH, I need a break. I can't handle all this pressure. Just 15 minutes of peace is all I--"
The phone rang again.
"Argh! Enough!" Trunks threw the phone across the room, tearing the cord from the wall, including the jack. It smashed into a thousand pieces upon contact with the drywall. He stormed out of the room.
His secretary stood when he exited. "Sir? There's a call on line 2. Shall I tell them you'll call back?"
Trunks swung around and leaned over her desk. "No, no. Take down this message and give it to anyone who calls looking for me."
She uncaps her pen, "Yes, sir?"
"Now copy this carefully. It's imperative you relay this verbatim."
"Yes, I'm ready."
He extended his index finger as if to drill it through the desk. He stabbed the wood surface with each word, "Fuck. You." He paused. "Got it? I didn't see you write it down."
The secretary sat with her jaw gaping. Trunks resumed his walk out of the office. Before he went out the door, he turned to address the room full of white and blue collars alike.
He shouted as loudly as possible, "I'm taking an extended vacation. Solve your own fucking problems!"
****************************************
Later that day, Trunks received a phone call from Goten.
"Trunks, I heard about what you did at Capsule Corporation on the News. What's gotten into you?"
Trunks was lying on the floor with aluminum foil wrapped around his otherwise unclothed body. He was also sporting a flashy 'fire engine red' lipstick, and empty Kleenex boxes on his feet.
"Well Goten … I was thinking … and I don't want to work for Capsule Corp. anymore."
"But you can't do … you can't do what you did!"
"There were too many phone calls."
"But--"
"Those people are morons, Goten. Complete idiots. They would light themselves on fire and dance around in circles singing 'Jingle Bells' if I told them to. I'm sick of it."
Goten knew the job was stressful, but Trunks couldn't just quit! "All right, smart ass. What are you going to do for money, then?"
"Ah ha, I've given that a lot of thought. There's one thing I've always wanted to do, since I was 13 years old. I'm going to --------------"
A/N: CLIFFHANGER! MUAHAHAHahahaha …. Ok, so it's probably not the best cliffhanger in the world, but be prepared for more humor in the chapters to come. Let's just say Trunks isn't very good at his new job. Hee hee hee hee hee …..