Cold as Ice
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ, unfortunately. But I do own Frost, and I made up David and the other Capsule Corp. employees I put in here, too.
Teyo: So far, Frost has come home and gotten an apartment, and racked Goten. That was fun.
Shimbo: My idea.
Shinichi: The apartment was my idea.
Teyo: You two are my inspirations, my muses. Of course this stuff came from you. You don't have to tell everyone.
CHAPTER SIX: Working woman
Frost began work two days later. Bulma had told her that, for her line of work, dressy but comfortable clothing would be the best choice. There was no telling when she might be called upon to meet with a client, even though a lot of her work would be crunching the numbers from consumer polls, or creating new polls based on product ideas. She would often be sitting for long periods of time, but would sometimes be required to walk around.
She began searching through her closet for something that would make a good impression on her first day. She held up several blouses of various shades before she found one she liked. It was a deep royal blue silk blend with a collar and loose sleeves. It complimented the ice-blue of her eyes. She paired it with a knee-length khaki skirt before sitting down to do her hair. She paused to reflect for a moment as she looked at herself in the mirror.
It seemed like everything about Earth brought to mind how she had changed. Here she was, wearing a professional outfit, skirt and all, and fixing her hair. She had put up such a fight when forced to buy a dress for the first time, but now she did it of her own free will. Her hair had never been in anything more complicated than a ponytail when she was young, and even then she only bothered with that while she was training. She had also started hiding her tail since she returned, because Bulma warned her that it would be best to at least appear normal until she got to know someone. Pretty much the only thing that hadn't changed about the way she treated her appearance was the fact that she refused to wear makeup of any kind.
Frost shook her head, bringing herself back to the present. Her hands reached up and pulled the top half of her hair into a small bun, leaving the rest hanging down. She looked very well put together. After slipping on a pair of simple brown heels, Frost reached for a necklace sitting on her dresser. It was a silver crescent moon charm with a small star attached on the inside curve. Inside the star was a single blue crystal. The necklace was nothing fancy or expensive. She didn't even know why she had bothered to keep it so long. She fixed the clasp and slipped it inside her shirt like she did every day. There its cold metal rested against the skin, near her beating heart.
She was pleasantly surprised to meet David in the elevator. "Good morning, Miss Firestorm," he said warmly. "You look lovely today. Are you ready for your first day of work at Capsule Corp?"
"Thank you, and yes, I think I'm ready," Frost answered. "But please, Mr. Tomine, call me Frost."
"If that's what you prefer. But that means you must call me David. Everyone in the department does anyway." He flashed a grin, and Frost couldn't help noticing how his eyes twinkled when he smiled. "You'll soon see that we're a pretty small department, so among ourselves we're pretty casual."
"It sounds perfect for me, then. To be frank, I wasn't sure what to expect from such a large corporation. My work experience is with smaller groups." 'Like the monarchy on my home planet, where the only other people I work with are my advisors,' Frost added silently.
"There are only five of us in the department. You'll be only one of two women there. Formerly there was only one, and she's the secretary." David smiled, and Frost once again saw the sparkle in his grey eyes. "I'll be sure to personally introduce you to everyone." As the elevator stopped at the parking garage, David put his foot into the door to keep it open a little longer. He then made a bold offer. "If you'd like, I can give you a ride. We are going to the same place, after all."
"I would like that," Frost replied, trying not to sound too eager. David escorted her to his car, a sporty green Capsule Corp. model, and even opened the passenger side door for her to climb inside. 'Looks, charm, is there anything that this guy doesn't have?' she thought to herself.
As they drove towards the skyscraper that was Capsule Corp. headquarters, Frost and David talked and laughed. David had a witty sense of humor, and Frost felt completely at ease in his presence. It seemed like all too short a time before the car was parked at Capsule Corp. David hopped out of the car and held open Frost's door again.
The conceptual research department was located on the sixth floor, and on the way up Frost was introduced to several people, including a couple of men who looked her over approvingly. She tried to sound friendly, but her eyes gave them cold warning glares. Both seemed to take the hint, fortunately.
The department had a relatively small space dedicated to it, but of course there were only five people, including the secretary and the department head. It was the kind of work that is important, but doesn't require a lot of staff. The first person Frost met was the secretary, Keiko Namiki, a pleasant woman in her late thirties. She was petite and slightly plump, but pretty nonetheless, with wavy auburn hair and deep brown eyes. "Welcome to the team, Miss Firestorm," she said cheerily when introduced. "Glad to have you. Maybe now I won't be so out of place with all these men around."
Another man, somewhat older, came out of his office when hearing the conversation. He introduced himself as Tim Conner. "I'm originally from the US," he explained. The tall, lean man looked to be in his early to mid forties, with somewhat thinning sandy blonde hair and a narrow moustache.
David looked around for the third employee of the department, but couldn't find anyone. "Keiko, have you heard from Toshiko this morning? He's running late."
"No, I haven't, but you know him and mornings," the secretary replied. "Sometimes he just can't get out of bed." She looked to Frost with an almost motherly smile. "Toshiko Kobayashi is the youngest of us here. He started right out of school, and he's been with us for just over a year now. Poor boy still seems to think he's still in college sometimes, instead of being a businessman."
It was just then that a scrawny young man with tousled black hair came in. "Sorry I'm late," he said hurriedly. "My landlady talked my head off, it took me fifteen minutes to get away from her."
"That's understandable," David laughed. "Toshiko, meet Frost Firestorm. She's our newest employee, so you're not the junior anymore. Although I think you're still a little younger than her." The young man greeted his new colleague politely.
Frost looked around at her new coworkers with a pleased smile. She thought she would very much like working with these people. Especially David.
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ, unfortunately. But I do own Frost, and I made up David and the other Capsule Corp. employees I put in here, too.
Teyo: So far, Frost has come home and gotten an apartment, and racked Goten. That was fun.
Shimbo: My idea.
Shinichi: The apartment was my idea.
Teyo: You two are my inspirations, my muses. Of course this stuff came from you. You don't have to tell everyone.
CHAPTER SIX: Working woman
Frost began work two days later. Bulma had told her that, for her line of work, dressy but comfortable clothing would be the best choice. There was no telling when she might be called upon to meet with a client, even though a lot of her work would be crunching the numbers from consumer polls, or creating new polls based on product ideas. She would often be sitting for long periods of time, but would sometimes be required to walk around.
She began searching through her closet for something that would make a good impression on her first day. She held up several blouses of various shades before she found one she liked. It was a deep royal blue silk blend with a collar and loose sleeves. It complimented the ice-blue of her eyes. She paired it with a knee-length khaki skirt before sitting down to do her hair. She paused to reflect for a moment as she looked at herself in the mirror.
It seemed like everything about Earth brought to mind how she had changed. Here she was, wearing a professional outfit, skirt and all, and fixing her hair. She had put up such a fight when forced to buy a dress for the first time, but now she did it of her own free will. Her hair had never been in anything more complicated than a ponytail when she was young, and even then she only bothered with that while she was training. She had also started hiding her tail since she returned, because Bulma warned her that it would be best to at least appear normal until she got to know someone. Pretty much the only thing that hadn't changed about the way she treated her appearance was the fact that she refused to wear makeup of any kind.
Frost shook her head, bringing herself back to the present. Her hands reached up and pulled the top half of her hair into a small bun, leaving the rest hanging down. She looked very well put together. After slipping on a pair of simple brown heels, Frost reached for a necklace sitting on her dresser. It was a silver crescent moon charm with a small star attached on the inside curve. Inside the star was a single blue crystal. The necklace was nothing fancy or expensive. She didn't even know why she had bothered to keep it so long. She fixed the clasp and slipped it inside her shirt like she did every day. There its cold metal rested against the skin, near her beating heart.
She was pleasantly surprised to meet David in the elevator. "Good morning, Miss Firestorm," he said warmly. "You look lovely today. Are you ready for your first day of work at Capsule Corp?"
"Thank you, and yes, I think I'm ready," Frost answered. "But please, Mr. Tomine, call me Frost."
"If that's what you prefer. But that means you must call me David. Everyone in the department does anyway." He flashed a grin, and Frost couldn't help noticing how his eyes twinkled when he smiled. "You'll soon see that we're a pretty small department, so among ourselves we're pretty casual."
"It sounds perfect for me, then. To be frank, I wasn't sure what to expect from such a large corporation. My work experience is with smaller groups." 'Like the monarchy on my home planet, where the only other people I work with are my advisors,' Frost added silently.
"There are only five of us in the department. You'll be only one of two women there. Formerly there was only one, and she's the secretary." David smiled, and Frost once again saw the sparkle in his grey eyes. "I'll be sure to personally introduce you to everyone." As the elevator stopped at the parking garage, David put his foot into the door to keep it open a little longer. He then made a bold offer. "If you'd like, I can give you a ride. We are going to the same place, after all."
"I would like that," Frost replied, trying not to sound too eager. David escorted her to his car, a sporty green Capsule Corp. model, and even opened the passenger side door for her to climb inside. 'Looks, charm, is there anything that this guy doesn't have?' she thought to herself.
As they drove towards the skyscraper that was Capsule Corp. headquarters, Frost and David talked and laughed. David had a witty sense of humor, and Frost felt completely at ease in his presence. It seemed like all too short a time before the car was parked at Capsule Corp. David hopped out of the car and held open Frost's door again.
The conceptual research department was located on the sixth floor, and on the way up Frost was introduced to several people, including a couple of men who looked her over approvingly. She tried to sound friendly, but her eyes gave them cold warning glares. Both seemed to take the hint, fortunately.
The department had a relatively small space dedicated to it, but of course there were only five people, including the secretary and the department head. It was the kind of work that is important, but doesn't require a lot of staff. The first person Frost met was the secretary, Keiko Namiki, a pleasant woman in her late thirties. She was petite and slightly plump, but pretty nonetheless, with wavy auburn hair and deep brown eyes. "Welcome to the team, Miss Firestorm," she said cheerily when introduced. "Glad to have you. Maybe now I won't be so out of place with all these men around."
Another man, somewhat older, came out of his office when hearing the conversation. He introduced himself as Tim Conner. "I'm originally from the US," he explained. The tall, lean man looked to be in his early to mid forties, with somewhat thinning sandy blonde hair and a narrow moustache.
David looked around for the third employee of the department, but couldn't find anyone. "Keiko, have you heard from Toshiko this morning? He's running late."
"No, I haven't, but you know him and mornings," the secretary replied. "Sometimes he just can't get out of bed." She looked to Frost with an almost motherly smile. "Toshiko Kobayashi is the youngest of us here. He started right out of school, and he's been with us for just over a year now. Poor boy still seems to think he's still in college sometimes, instead of being a businessman."
It was just then that a scrawny young man with tousled black hair came in. "Sorry I'm late," he said hurriedly. "My landlady talked my head off, it took me fifteen minutes to get away from her."
"That's understandable," David laughed. "Toshiko, meet Frost Firestorm. She's our newest employee, so you're not the junior anymore. Although I think you're still a little younger than her." The young man greeted his new colleague politely.
Frost looked around at her new coworkers with a pleased smile. She thought she would very much like working with these people. Especially David.
