Here's a Christmas update! Sorry I've not done so in a while but I think that university essays and exams should probably take precedence over Fanfiction :P

Fairybaby1989: That's an interesting thought. I'd never really thought about him as a character before, more a plot point. I will try and find a way to fit him in (as I write this, I've worked out a way; you'll meet him soon ;)

Writer'sFantasy: the reason the second replacement has no name is because I am too lazy to make it up. I just felt that the number I originally had was too small for the purpose of the plot. If the second replacement does have a personality, it is plain and ignorable. Poor thing ;)

Trunks leaned back in the elevator and contemplated the chatter of those who had been trailing after him today. Mostly it concerned the results of the Flattop project, a research topic kept secret from most of the company but a few. Therefore, a majority of the board of directors knew Trunks was withholding information and tried to pry it from him at every opportunity. They wanted to begin considering the marketing and publicity already. Trunks shrugged them off with a grumpy, "going nowhere. Got nothing. Good day."

And it was true that the Flattop project was under momentary suspension until the next step was finalised.

With that off his mind, Trunks could finally consider finding a new secretary seriously. And he was going to start by apologising to the replacement he had been rudely blanking this week so far.

Trunks stepped out of the lift and the tea trolley slammed into him.

"Oh my goodness, sir, I am so sorry! So sorry! Sorry! Sorry!"

Trunks blinked down at it and then lifted his gaze to the person at the other end. After a few seconds he said, "you're... new..."

Simply, it was not the same secretary Trunks had offended yesterday. Definitely not the same; There was no possible way this secretary couldn't catch your eye. This one was a natural blonde with baby blue eyes set in a pale, slightly circular face. Circular curves encapsulated her figure, concerning the proper places to find such curves at any rate. Trunks got the impression that she had chosen the colour navy for her suit in an attempt of discretion, but the flattering neckline and close hugging waistline accentuated her most distracting aspects.

"Yes, oh, yes I am," the replacement agreed. She took a step back and bowed deeply. "It's a pleasure to meet you, sir." Trunks hurriedly averted his eyes. Her white shirt was surprisingly open around the neckline and left nothing to the imagination. Trunks was fortunate that a mass of blonde locks also hung in the way otherwise the momentary direction of his glance might have been a little more obvious.

There was a giggle from the landing. "Why don't you stand aside, Michelle, and allow Mr Briefs to come past? Or should he continue his work from within the elevator?"

"Oh, I'm blocking the way, aren't I? I am so sorry! I'll move at once," with that the replacement, Michelle, grabbed the other end of the tea trolley and yanked it backwards, out of Trunks' way. However, the force of her tug was more than Michelle could control and she tottered back a few steps, the trolley collided with her and, with a small shriek, she fell backwards.

Trunks grabbed the other end of the trolley and rolled it to one side. "Are you alright?" he asked, concernedly.

Michelle looked up and giggled. She was sitting with her long legs out in front of her, her blonde hair tousled and a giant grin upon her face. "Oh, yes, yes I am," she said happily, "I'm so sorry. I can be slightly clumsy." She staggered to her feet and, for once, Trunks wasn't focused on the outrageous proportions of her body. He was staring at her shoes.

Michelle gave a little laugh again and continued, "Shall I go and get the tea now, Karen?"

"That would be wonderful, Michelle," Karen said smoothly. She glanced at Trunks. "What would you like to drink, sir?"

"Coffee," Trunks murmured.

"I can get that!" Michelle said excitably, before Karen could ask, "I'll get that, yes I will." She beamed at them, turned and pushed the trolley into the lift. Trunks found his eyes fixing themselves on the carpet, where he could have sworn her stiletto heels marked a hole as she turned.

"Karen," he said, after he thought enough time had gone by.

"Yes Mr Briefs," his current secretary responded calmly.

"Have a word with her about the Capsule Corp dress code will you?" Trunks said, forcing his voice to remain level, before heading to his office.

"Of course, sir," Karen said, tactfully ignoring the vibrant blush currently burning the checks of her young boss' face.

Trunks, once he had calmed down, called Karen in to get the full details on his new replacement.

"Well," Karen explained, "yesterday, you very bluntly made the point that whilst the previous replacement was as capable as I am, you struggled to notice her, and I know that you were busy with work," she said hurriedly, holding up a hand as Trunks opened his mouth to complain, "however, we have no idea how busy you will be once I am gone, what projects will turn up in the next few months. We cannot have a secretary you can so easily overlook; which is why I didn't stop her when she phoned up this morning to inform me she was quitting as replacement. So I decided that we might as well start with the next and called Michelle in."

"Why?" Trunks asked, "Today is Friday."

"If the main reason that we are dismissing replacements is their personalities," Karen said slowly, "then I figured that discerning the personalities as quickly as possible will speed up our choosing. And Michelle sounded... bubbly over the phone..."

"Bubbly is one word for her," Trunks agreed.

"How would you describe her?"

Trunks paused before replying, "Lively, excitable, positive... innocent, unobservant or at least unaware of her effect on others" (Karen withheld a giggle and turned her head to avoid viewing the flash of a flush that cross Trunks' checks at certain memories) "... could I say clumsy?"

"It may be a side effect of her excitable nature. She wants to try her hardest..."

"Right, that's good... err... I can't ..."

"You've missed ditzy, klutz and airhead," Michelle declared happily, waltzing into the room with the tea trolley. She completely missed the freezing effect she had on the room's occupants as she began to very carefully pour a cup of coffee. She felt their eyes on her and lifted hers. "Oh, I'm sorry. I thought we were talking about me. Were you not?"

"We discuss many things in here, Michelle," Karen said quickly, "not all concern you but don't worry your contribution was appreciated."

Michelle looked blankly between them then said, "okay" and returned to her cheerful self.

Trunks took a deep breath and gave Karen a look she knew well. It was usually reserved for long boardroom meetings or other such business like occasions and went along the lines of 'I could be really tired by the end of this and will need to go home'. Seeing this after only five minutes in Michelle's company filled Karen with foreboding. But there was something about the beautiful airhead that made Karen relax, like she could trust this one.

There was a sudden snap.

Michelle, who had been leaning down to place Trunks' coffee on his desk, wobbled and tripped. Trunks had had his eyes shut tight to avoid staring down the ravenous gape of Michelle's shirt and therefore did not see the coffee miss the desk and spill into his lap. Trunks could withstand the punches of a super powered monster from outer space so to him a tea trolley to the stomach was nothing. But he was on all accounts male and no male can withstand scalding coffee to the crotch.

Trunks leapt to his feet, curses at his lips, met Karen's eyes and fled via his escape window. Michelle was in too much of a daze to notice the sudden gust of wind. She had landed on her front after her fall and was admiring the carpet for the moments of Trunks' escape. Then she rolled over and sat up as if nothing too drastic had occurred.

"Oh no," she gasped, "My heel has snapped." Then she looked up at Karen and the place Trunks had been. Hot coffee still dripped from the leather seating. "Where's Mr...?"

Karen sighed. It was going to be a long day.

This chapter is shorter than I wanted it to be but I couldn't find a better place to end.

From next chapter onwards, this story will be in Dragon Ball GT, because it fits in better with that category than the DBZ one. I'm sorry but after doing my research, I couldn't find a good enough reason to keep it here. I hope that all of you who have enjoyed this story so far will continue to follow despite the change.

The main point of the story will remain the same :)

Have a Merry Christmas! Hopefully I'll update soon enough to wish you a Happy New Year ;)