"Damn it."

For what seemed like the eighth time this morning, the newest president of Capsule Corporation could not concentrate. His hands ran through his lavender strands of hair as he tried to massage the disquieting thoughts from his head. In exasperation, he shut down his computer and resolved that maybe some training in his father's old gravity chamber would do his mind some good. As he began unbuttoning his shirt, a knock came from behind the door. He already knew who it was before he allowed the person to enter the room.

The older man slowly turned the knob and entered into the grand office always taken aback by how extravagant it was. Plush carpeting, no doubt imported from some Middle Eastern land that he couldn't pronounce, lined the floors. Colossal windows surrounded the office's exterior giving the occupant a 360 degree view of west city. The furniture was all handcrafted from the best designers in the world, and in the middle of it all was a well-dressed middle aged man whom he had known from birth.

His dark eyes collided with blue ones, and not for the first time, he was captivated by the emotions that flashed within them.

"Trunks, we need to talk."