A Gift From The Future
I don't own DBZ or it's characters. Come on people, do I *look* like Akira Toriyama?!
Trunks looked around in his office. He tried not to signify the large quantity of business papers and letters on the desk, but it kind of stood out. He sighed. "Why did mom make me do this? Even though I am one of the most powerful people on the planet, I still seem to be taking orders from dear old mommy." He weighed out the consequences in his mind of what would happen if he didn't do the paper work, and he didn't like the thought. He brushed his lavender bangs back from his face, and old habit that really got on everyone's nerves. He looked down at the extremely uncomfortable business suit he was wearing. "And why do I have to wear these clothes? I would prefer to go in my training uniform!" he concluded. He stared yet again at the pile of paper on his desk. "Is this even humanely possible?" Just then his stomach growled. "Oh no… I haven't had anything to eat since noon at it's going to be at least another three and a half hours before I can get out of here and get something to eat. Even then, all that's going to be open is something like McDonald's or Harvey's. Yum…"
Knock. Knock. Trunks looked up from the paperwork that he had barely started and towards the door. "Come in," he announced. A young woman with curly blonde hair and bluish green eyes walked in the door. "Mr. Trunks, sir?" "Yeah?" "I was wondering if you wanted to go out for lunch with me on Saturday?" "No," Trunks replied gruffly. He wasn't exactly in the mood to be discussing dates right now. "Oh." Her face looked sullen. "Well, how about Sunday?" "No!" he replied, even more rude than the first time. "Oh, well, ah, I'll be going now." She left and closed the door. But not even a second later she opened it again. "Mr. Trunks?" "What?!" "Uhh… you have a visitor. She says it's very important." Trunks thought about this for a second. 'Hmm… if I let her in, chances are that she'll bug the hell out of me. But, there's a small chance she'll bring food. After all, it's around the time when most people are having dinner.' "Alright, send her in." "Yes, Mr. Trunks." She left, hopefully for the last time that night.
Trunks started on his paperwork again. "Why am I the only one in this whole god damned business that knows how to do this?!?!?" he asked himself. He rubbed his temples to try and calm himself down. "Wow, cool it Trunks. You don't want to blow up another computer," he commented. "Or do you?" he countered. He got an evil smirk on his face, but was gone momentarily. "No.. then you'll just be loaded up with even more paperwork, and that would be defeating the purpose, now, wouldn't it?" Instead, he just settled for 'removing' a leg from one of his tables, letting its contents spill over the floor. 'I'll clean it up later' he thought. Then, he heard the door open. This person never knocked.
"Hiya Trunks!" she announced while bounding into his office. She had jet black hair that reached down to her shoulders and matching ebony eyes, which glistened in excitement.
Hey, thanks for reading. This is my first T/P, so yay! I'm trying to get all of my fav couples written about at least once during my ff.net membership. But yeah. My PC was down for the longest time, and when we finally got it fixed we couldn't log on to the internet, and then it wouldn't let me use Microsoft Word so I was stuck with Word Pad, then we had to get everything cleared and there went all of my fic that I wrote more on, but now I can both have Microsoft Word and log on to the internet. There's going to be a lot more than this, and it's going to have a true, adventurous plot, which is more than I can say for my other romance fics. Well, I've blabbed an awful lot, so I'll let you be going now. Bye!