I've only gotten into Dragon Ball Z recently so my characterisation might be a little off at the start but I'll try my best.

Warning: I don't know when I'll be updating as I've got university and all that jazz but I am trying to set aside a day for Fanfiction so please hang on.

Disclaimer: I don't own Dragon Ball, Dragon Ball Z or Dragon Ball GT, not any of the characters. I will be making some of the Capsule Corp characters my own but you don't see much of them anyway. :P

It began with four words: "Mr Briefs, I'm pregnant."

It occurred barely a minute after said Mr Briefs had sat behind his desk and begun plotting his activities for the day, none of which coincided with his secretary's schedule. The result would amuse his secretary for several days.

Trunks had been thinking about something completely different when his secretary made the announcement. It was one of the rare occasions when his desk wasn't piled high with papers and instead had his feet on it. His chair was pushed back, his eyes were closed and he was trying his upmost to ignore the clicking of his secretary's heels and her voice as she listed the events of the day. Because he was trying to ignore her, it took a moment for the statement to sink in.

Then he started, feet in the air for the briefest of seconds before crashing to the floor as he leaned forwards, mouth agape: "What!?"

His secretary tried not to giggle as she watched her boss internally panicking as she repeated, "I'm pregnant."

"But... but..." Trunks spluttered as he desperately recalled all business parties and Christmas events – anytime he had been alone with his secretary and anywhere near alcohol – trying to remember any proof of possible guilt. "It's not mine!" he finally concluded loudly when he came up with nothing.

His secretary let her boss squirm for a moment as she enjoyed the rare occasion of having his attention before relieving him: "Correct, sir, the child is not yours. Nevertheless, sir, I am pregnant and will be requesting maternity leave to start in about four months."

Trunks gave himself a minute to calm down and return to 'business mode'. When he had done so, he asked, "why are you telling me now? Why should this concern me?"

"Well, I have also written it in the following letter," his secretary responded, pulling it from her pocket, "but I doubt you read anything put on your desk, so I thought if I tell you, you are forewarned. As for why it should concern you, why should it concern anyone, particularly the president of one of Earth's largest and richest corporations, I don't know. Unless I organised and sorted out everything for said corporation because said president spends most of his days escaping through a window."

Trunks froze guiltily, his hand on said window's latch.

"Mr Briefs," his secretary continued in a calmer tone once she knew he wasn't going to escape, "I understand that you find this job stressful and, I admit for a man your age, boring. However, if I am going to be on maternity leave, I cannot do everything for you like normal. I cannot sign the documents or go the meetings or make excuses for you. And if you want to continue in this fashion whilst I am gone, you must assist me in some way."

"In what way?" Trunks sighed, turning his back and leaning against his route of escape. He might as well hear her out; she was correct when she said she did everything for him.

"You need to help me find a replacement."

Trunks groaned. "The least you could do is meet the replacements I have found for you," his secretary snapped, "I've made a list and have decided that the best method of finding the replacement is trial weeks, where they can come in and shadow me to see what I do and (most importantly) get to understand you. I believe that's the only reason I've survived in this position for as long as I have."

Trunks thought about it. He did enjoy the freedom his lenient secretary allowed him and was beginning to regret taking her for granted. If she was leaving, it would be best to find another like her. "Very well," he agreed, "I'll help you find a replacement." He turned back to escaping.

A hand clamped down on his belt. "Thank you, Mr Briefs," his sweetly smiling secretary said, "now there's a board of directors meeting in five minutes and you haven't been to one all month. You might as well go along to this one and get used to being there. I'm not going to be around to go for you."

Trunks moaned and let his pregnant secretary drag him away from his freedom.

Well, I've enjoyed writing this, even if none of you like it.

If you did, please tell me because things like that encourage me to write more.

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Also thank you to Writer'sFantasy and Guest who requested that I used "quotation marks" for character speech. I must admit, it is an automatic reaction to use 'apostrophe' and I've used it in all other fics without problem, but I've changed it because I can understand your concern. Also, I didn't know it was used for thought; I've been on this website four years now and not known that, what have I been reading?

Thank you :D