Trunks Briefs strolled in, late of course, through the automatic revolving doors of Capsule Corporation. He was his mother's son which meant tardiness would be overlooked… If she didn't find out. She had been preoccupied lately, and not at Capsule Corp., so luck was in his favor. Employees flocked to his side, ladies swooning, men bowing their greetings. He grinned guiltily as his personal secretary flitted up to him with a pile of paperwork up to her forehead.

"Sir, You can't do this to me" she glanced angrily around the tower of mismatched papers piled up in her arms.

"Do what?" He glanced raising his eyebrows.

"Sir, I'm going to be fired"

"I'll talk to my mom"

She turned her head away and rolled her eyes muttering curse words under her breath. "of course you will always talk to your mom" she whispered to herself desperately.

"that's not the point." she seethed snapping her head back locking eyes. "I cannot possibly sign off on these papers for you" "I can attend meetings, write notes for you to read and understand policies and company structure" she paused "but I cannot stand in for you Mr. Briefs"

They walked through to the elevator. Trunks rolled his eyes. His secretary shifted the papers in her thin arms and scooted towards the elevator button. He saw all the female employees staring wide-eyed at him with blushing faces then turning to one another and starting gossip. He dashed a smile while the elevator doors closed causing the hum of gossip to buzz.

The secretary went on with her rant, listing things that he should be doing on all 10 fingers while they went up to the 30th floor, the VP's office.

Something was off lately, Trunks could not focus on anything. Training, having fun, the office, His kii had been fluctuating all week. Sometimes he felt like he was about to pass out, during training, he was not able to transform into a super Saiyan He didn't dare tell his father. "What kind of Saiyan can't control their kii, this is why BLA BLA BLA Saiyans should concentrate BLA BLA BLA... train 365 days out of the year….."They walked in, secretary still talking." … and Saiyans are a warrior race with BLA BLA BLA"

Unconsciously Trunks smirked -some Prince of 2 Saiyans and 4 demi Saiyans and their children… he couldn't even tell Goku what to do-

The papers smacked on the desk pushing Trunks out of his thoughts.

"And that is why I am transferring to a different department. I'd like to see the next gal who gets demoted to this position and tell her to not apply" she said curtly. "It will save her the strife," she added as if it was a fact.

She glared nastily and then walked out of the room. "What I get for agreeing to work with the presidents playboy son" The door slammed behind her.

"Oh god" trunks chuckled brushing his hair with his fingers. "That's the…"

"Sixth secretary who has quit because of your actions."

Trunks spun around the room seeing no one. He would have sensed their kii but his guard was down, or rather… he couldn't.

Who? The hairs stuck up on the back of his neck. This was the second time this week he had not been able to sense kii.

The desk chair swiveled back around to reveal a small blonde with ice cold piercing blue eyes smiling familiarly at him.

"Marron?"

"I'll be happy to take this opportunity…" She smiled blue eyes piercing into his.

"What?"

"You know, the empty position of being your secretary… I know it will be hard…" she paused. "But, beats being on that god forsaken island with an old pervert, your parents, and a turtle." She looked away, a blush creeped across her cheeks.

Trunks had not remembered her being this outspoken. Ever since she had hit puberty she had been shy and awkward. Now she was here trying to boss him around as his secretary.

"Sorry, Marron...I'm just surprised… I haven't seen you in like…"

"3 years, yeah… that happens" she raised an eyebrow. "That is what college is for, and this..." she gestured to his office. "...is where my paid internship is" a smile spread across her face.

"lets get to it!" the blonde said enthusiastically.

Trunks stared dumbfounded at Marron who was currently confidently sitting in his vice president chair, legs and arms crossed, blue eyes bright and piercing, and raring to get him working.

Where the hell had that awkward shy girl gone. -College changes the best of us..- He thought and forced a smile.

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Characters C. Akira Toriyama and Toei Animation.

I'm not good at editing and more consider myself an artist instead of a great writer!