Chapter Two: Trust

"There are people I know who won't hurt me. I call them corpses."
- Randy K. Milholland

Having gone home after a particularly drama filled day at work, Trunks happily kicked up his feet and turned on the T.V. in his living room. After surfing the channels, he settled on a comedy show called Human Tetris. However, the humor did not capture him so much. Perhaps it was the fact that he had witnessed a very disturbing scene with his Vice President and secretary.

Trunks grimaced but that wasn't the cause. He sighed. No, it was the fact that Uub had the most amazing woman in his life and he didn't even appreciate it. And he sat behind it all, watching her suffer through all his abusiveness - whether it's physical or mental; Trunks didn't know nor cared to learn. But seeing her hurt so much was killing him inside.

Trunks turned off the T.V. and sighed helplessly. He recalled his first meeting with Pan a year and three months ago. That was how long the two dated.

Trunks was nearing the end of his lunch break as he slowly made his way up to the steps of Capsule Corporation. He had taken a nice relaxing break away from technology by having lunch at Shin-Shin's Café a couple blocks up the street.

He dreaded heading back to his cubicle called office. Having to read and sign several papers that were probably stacked on his desk by now was a nightmare itself. But there was no way out of it. He was stuck with all that work along with this company for the rest of his miserable and lonely life.

Hah – Lonely. Now that was a new topic.

Trunks was planning on dating again, to have some sort of distraction from the work life but he found that most girls were after his fame and fortune rather than his personality. Highly cliché way of thinking but it was dreadfully true.

Of course looks were part of the picture as well but the girls he came across just wanted his face plastered on the cover of magazine's with hers next to his. So to find a woman who didn't care about his image was nearly impossible.

Trudging his way through the hallway entrance, he greeted some of his employees with a simple smile and wave. He inwardly rolled his eyes as the women swooned at the sight of him. He didn't know what they saw but it sure wasn't the dark circles under his eyes from the late hours in the office or the disheveled hair from the wind outside.

Stopping in front of the elevator, Trunks pressed the up arrow and waited for the little machine to come down. He folded his hands together and lightly bounced on one knee while looking around aimlessly. 

Several of the female workers were peering at him behind walls, windows, books, magazines, etc. He felt very uncomfortable with all the stares to say the least.

He felt a particular pair of eyes boring down on him. Trunks couldn't help but cringe at who it was. The newest secretary of the Vice President - and she was another definition of ' desperate slut' in Trunks' mental book of women. Ever since Uub hired her, she seemed to be very interested in getting him alone. Trunks wasn't sure how to handle her. Of course there was always the name calling and degrading he could do but it wasn't his style. His mother had taught him better… besides, his mother would personally kill him for his rude behavior toward a woman and it would surely reach the press in fifteen seconds.

Trunks was debating on whether or not he should glare at her so that she would take the hint and turn away until a petite sized woman in a casual jeans and t-shirt blocked his view of the slut. She bent over a tad bit and asked the secretary a question giving Trunks a view of her ripped thighs. They weren't so big to where it was on the level of a male soccer player but Trunks could tell she was well in shape.

Before he knew what was happening, the secretary began screeching about nonsense. He caught Uub's name and hi s name in the scream but couldn't make out what she said. He listened more closely.

"Look, lady. I don't have time for you to get a testy! I'm here for Vice President Uub. I don't need an appointment when he's about to go on his lunch break!" came an exasperated snap.

"No! No one is allowed unless Mr. Uub gives his consent!" the secretary retorted.

"Just point me in the direction of his office and I promise you won't get in trouble," she gritted.

Trunks looked on, actually amused with the situation.

"No!"

"Ugh! Fine! I'll ask someone else! Sit your fat ass back down!" the woman sharply pointed as the secretary stood up in anger.

Trunks couldn't hold back a chuckle at the fiery woman as she turned away from the secretary and made her way toward him while the 'desperate slut' continued yelling in the background.

Just then, the elevator dinged and Trunks went inside as the double doors opened.

The woman stopped short of the elevator seeming confused.

"Excuse me, is this the way to Vice President Uub's office?" Her voice seemed calmer this time.

Trunks nodded and moved over a bit as she walked in. The doors closed and the elevator lightly hummed.

Trunks glanced at the woman next to him and found that behind that temper, she had a very pretty face. Not drop-dead gorgeous but it was cute, especially with the pink tint on her cheeks. Trunks wondered whether it was from the wind outside or the fact that she's standing next to a multi-billionaire man. Or perhaps her spat with the slut. He wasn't sure.

"You must be Trunks Briefs," she extended her hand out after what seemed like forever.

Yup, the second one, he thought grimly, taking her hand. He was surprised by how soft they were and how lightly and quick she shook his hands.

"Yes. I guess you've seen the pictures in the magazines," Trunks lightly grumbled.

She giggled, which made him curious.

"No, actually – I've heard a lot about you from Uub." She simply said.

Or maybe not? What did his Vice President have anything to do with it? Was she family to him or something? No – he thought as an afterthought, they don't look anything alike, except for the dark hair.

"Uub?"

The elevator came to a stop and they both walked out. She turned to him and smiled a bright smile that left Trunks slightly dazed.

"Yeah. I'm his girlfriend."

Trunks nodded his head dumbly. So she was taken by his Vice President. The luck. She seemed very down to Earth and didn't swoon at the sight of him. And to think that he felt an instant attraction to this feisty woman seconds ago. He needed to get out more.

She stopped and blushed, "Could you point me in the right direction?" referring to Uub's office.

Trunks nodded and pointed ahead. She thanked him and left.

Entering his office, he realized he didn't even learn her name. But what difference did that make? She was taken.

Trunks walked to his fridge and looked through it. He wasn't hungry or anything; he just wanted something to fill that void and take his mind off of life for the moment.

Making a quick turkey sandwich, Trunks put the contents back in the fridge and made his way to the living room once again. He sighed, positively bored out of his mind at 2 o'clock in the morning. Knowing that if he went to bed, he would just lie there aimlessly, Trunks decided to try the T.V. once again. Flipping on the news, Trunks took small bites of his sandwich.

The woman on the screen seemed to talk endlessly about destruction that was happening around the world until suddenly the topic changed. It was none other than himself.

"Great," Trunks frowned, "What did they hear now?"

"On other news today, the President of Capsule Corporation Mr. Trunks Briefs reportedly fired the Vice President due to unacceptable behavior with a co-worker. One source says that the Vice President's long-term girlfriend actually witnessed the infidelity along with the President. "

The woman turned slightly as another screen popped up with an employee Trunks vaguely remembered.

"Yes, I saw the two walk in the elevator to the top floor and a few moments later, I saw Ms. Pan Son come back down in tears. Mr. Briefs ran after her, throwing profanities at the Vice President. No sooner had he gone down, the Vice President's secretary came down looking disheveled, her clothes on backwards."

"Thank you, Ms. Seung."

Trunks turned the television set off and threw the remote control in anger. His mind swam back to what had happened earlier that day.

"That no-good son of a bitch," Trunks growled in his throat. I can't believe how much he hurt her!

Trunks wasn't sure whether or not he was hearing things correctly. It sounded like moaning from outside the door and he could only imagine what was happening inside. He wanted to prevent her from opening the door and seeing what her so-called boyfriend was doing for he wasn't so sure himself. However, he was not dense. He figured it was along the lines of cheating, considering Uub recently began to stay later and later each night as well as his secretary.

He didn't question it at first, but after three weeks of overtime on his timecard, Trunks was beginning to get frustrated at having to pay the man overtime for no reason. How he knew, well he was the President of Capsule Corporation, and no contract, deadlines, meetings, or anything else went through the company without his knowing. And to his knowledge, Uub did not have a big assignment that required late-night stays with his secretary.

His assumption was correct in the end. Uub was cheating on Pan with the slut of a secretary for the past three weeks and opening that door proved just how right he was. Though, Trunks would have preferred Pan to not witness it herself. Then again, if Trunks were to tell Pan of Uub's unfaithfulness, he wasn't positive of her reaction.

Trunks got up to the kitchen once again, this time pouring himself a glass of milk to help his sleep. Sipping the cool liquid from the glass, he recalled his conversation with Uub after Pan dashed off. He had been fairly clear and to the point, even though deep down, Trunks wanted to rip the guy limb from limb then drown the bitch.

"You're fired," Trunks stated firmly. It was simple and to the point.

Uub pushed the secretary off of him, pulling up his drawers and began to protest vivaciously. Trunks, on the other hand was in no mood for an explanation on an event that didn't need explaining.

"Pack your personal items and hand over your uniform and I.D. Don't bother explaining - I really don't care." Trunks then turned his attention to the secretary whom was picking up her clothes from the floor. He glared at her with a disgusted look and calmly said, "I know you're new to this whole business thing, 

but having an affair with the 'Vice President' can lead to a termination of your contract as well as any other job you wish to obtain in the business world. This was a onetime chance and you blew it. Consider yourself dumped by the company – don't bother with the excuses. You and Mr. Uub have a nice day together outside of the Capsule Corp. premises."

Trunks shut the door and took off for the elevator. He cursed his luck when the doors didn't open and made his way to the stairs. Walking down twelve stories was faster than waiting for that elevator to move up one.

He recalled distinctively of all the foul words he shot in the air as he rushed to catch up to Pan before she did something irrational. That was something he observed throughout his single years. Chicks were crazy. However, when his hand reached for the handle to open the smooth glass door, he was sourly disappointed, not being able to sense her energy anywhere.

He sighed.

There was another problem in this. Other than the fact that she was heartbroken and wouldn't possibly consider him as a better option, his family was an alien race that seized to exist many, many years ago. Other than his dear mother, his father, sister and himself were the only ones part of this race. The Chestnuts had their own secrets which was why it was easy to befriend them.

He was not particularly ashamed of his heritage, in fact, he was worshipping it. Though not in the love department. Other than that specific need, he had the mind of a genius and a Saiyan. What did this mean? He was extra-smart in all categories. Able to remember and recall several memories of the past instantly.

However, his mind wasn't the only strong thing he possessed. Trunks considered himself a Hercules compared to the human people. The perks of the entire alien thing was being able to defend himself and lift anything in mind with ease. Not to mention the Super Saiyan transformation.

This was perhaps another reason why Trunks never dated. He was afraid. What if someone discovered them? He would be putting everyone in danger and the police will be knocking on his front door with the entire Japanese kamikaze airplanes hovering above their heads. And in a world full of fear and war, what could he expect? Thus here he was: mourning over someone who was both untouchable and potentially dangerous to his future as well as his families and friends.

Life sucked.

Big.

Author's Note: Thank you for all the reviews. It made my day! I have all the chapters written so I'll post them up soon if I get lots of reviews. Greedy - I know. But reviews let me know that this story has caught people's attention. Anyways. Thank you again for the reviews, please do so again.

Also - For those wondering if this is going to be cliche... It's a guarantee that it will be original. Trust me, my mind works differently. You'll be seeing different things such as events, actions, character personality and etc. ENJOY!