Paparazzi Kiss

Chapter One: The Press

Disclaimer: Okay, I wished I owned DBZ, if I did, I would be rich. And I would be rolling in money, and laugh at you all! You all! Muhahahahahaha! Okay…. Back to the fanfic.

A/n: I hated doing romance and comedy because it seemed so over done. X.x; But, you know what? I like doing them! Anyway, enjoy.

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Trunks rolled over in his bed while the warmth of his head was a little too much for him. He lifted his head, and stared at his grandfather's cat near his pillow.

"Stupid cat…" He mumbled, and pushed himself out of bed. Another morning at Capsule Corporation, who knew! Trunks grumbled, and realized that fact he, for once since working at C.C., he had no secretary or Co-workers in his bed.

That's a plus. Trunks thought, and walked down into the kitchen. Not even bothering to know he was in his boxers. Bulma gasped, and held her bowl to block Pan and Bra's sight of Trunks.

"Go put on your pants!" She screamed, and shook her fists.

"What…? They're girls, I mean, Goten does worse than I do. I have work, and I want to eat before then."

"Whatever. Get the newspaper then." Pan and Bra giggled loudly, while Trunks rolled his eyes, and walked to the front door. Immediately, once he opened the door cameras flashed at his presence. Oh shit. The paparazzi bombarded the young C.E.O, and yelled over each other for questions.

"Mr. Briefs, where is your mistress currently?"

"Mr. Briefs, are you really going out with the Co-worker in South City?"

"Mr. Briefs?"

Trunks slammed the door and growled. He stomped into the kitchen, and glared at his mother. "You set me up!"

Bulma turned in her seat, and tugged on her black jacket while Trunks bit his bottom lip. "Maybe. But you know better by now. You're going to be front page now." She sipped her coffee, and giggled. Trunks' eyes narrowed, and stared directly at his mother.

"You're pure evil."

"You love me!" Bulma yelled, as Trunks walked upstairs to shower.

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Trunks opened his glasses case in his office, and slipped it on at the bridge of his nose. He never expected his mother using the paparazzi against him. Which was a wicked thing for her to do. But he didn't care now. He started to review of the papers, and mumbled under his breath when he started to sign each and every paper on his desk.

"Mr. Briefs, you have a guest in the hallway. Should I let her in?"

A female…? Trunks closed his eyes for the moment, and nodded. "Let her in."

The door swung open as a young woman with blonde hair that was tied back into a ponytail. She had steel green eyes, and her skin was pale, but it was a certain thing about her that made Trunks attracted to her. She wore a long black T-shirt, that made it seemed she didn't had anything under until she started to walk over to him. He saw the tan shorts under, and looked down at the tan boots that were perfectly laced with black and tan laces. She pulled up the chair, and sat down. She crossed her legs, and lowered her video camera to the side of her. Trunks twitched when he saw it, and closed his eyes, annoyed.

"What do you want?" He said bluntly, wanting her to make it fast, or to blurt out her business with him. What astounded him, he sounded like his father for the moment.

"I wanted to interview you for the 8 o' Clock news on Z4TV. Yes, may I ask you a few questions…?"

"Somehow…I don't believe anything that is coming from your mouth."

"Hmm?"

"Z4TV was cancelled about two years ago, because of the adult programs that were on early in the afternoon. There was a lawsuit, and the parents who sued won. Z4TV got cancelled. Therefore, the producer is currently working her as the mail carrier in the mailroom of Capsule Corp. And you want to know how I knew all of this…?"

The woman stared dumbfounded at the C.E.O., but nodded slowly to his answer.

"My best friend's mother is the one who sued. She could tell Z4TV broke the contact, and took legal action. It wasn't on the news, because Capsule Corp took legal actions over the case also. We basically told them, 'If the Press gets a hold of this, your ass will be landed into jail'. And, boom. It wasn't told to a soul. And they were damn lucky it wasn't. Now, to excuse myself from the story, and to ask, what the hell is your real motive for being here?"

The woman only smirked, and sighed softly. "Is that how you treat your guests…?" She pulled her hair out of the ponytail, and flicked her hair side to side. She whistled, and giggled. She watched the increasingly annoyed look on his face. Might as well tell him before he wanted to rip her head off. "My name is Della. I'm a member of the Hijack Inquirer. And I wanted to see if it was true…"

"About?" He tapped his pen against his desk, and narrowed his eyes.

"Your sexuality. Well…Is it?"

" I'm straight, and if you're done, I would like to get back to work, so if you please kindly, get the hell out of my office?"

"Prove it to me."

"What, do you want me to throw you on my desk, and do you until-"

"That would be nice." She interrupted. And licked her lips when Trunks' eyes widen. She smiled, and pushed herself up. She grabbed her camera, and saluted.

"Next Saturday, Mr. Briefs. Your company is having a picnic. And I think, you should invite me."

"Why the hell should I…?"

"Well…" She walked over to Trunks' desk, and sat down. She rocked herself slightly, and slid her fingers against his chest. "I doubt you remember me from High School, Trunks. I was that blonde that…dragged you in the backseat. And…Took pictures."

Trunks stared. It was her! He should've remembered that demonic name (I think 'Della' is a nice name, but since she is about to blackmail Trunks, he thinks of her as a witch. XP) from prom. She was his date, and it ended up to be the night is virginity was stolen. And coming home, wasn't the biggest thing for him.

"You harlot."

"I love that word. Say it again"

"Fine! I'll invite you. Just stay away from me during the whole thing."

"Good." She hopped off the desk, and skipped out with her equipment. Trunks slammed his head against his desk, and grumbled. Della, that blonde bombshell; her perfect breasts that was supported by the blue, beautiful dress that captured everyone, well, every male's hearts. Especially his. Her long, blonde hair that was tied up into a bun, and left two little wisps at the sides of her skull. She always looked pretty, but now, she looked hot. Trunks closed his eyes, and mumbled under his breath.

"Damn her."