The sun welcomed the duo with it's glare. He shut the door and immediately his skin felt the heat, as she led him through the concrete hallway to a variety of park cars. She knew exactly which one he would choose, already pulling at the door handle of the blue Toyota Supra sports car. She easily slipped into the black leather seat, her dress slightly rolling upward. She tugged it down as he got into the drivers side. "Ahh How about that car's refreshing Tropical scent." He smirked, knowing it was Muffs who smelled so fruity. "Fuck you, I had a busy night." Muffs mumbled her breath, turning knobs inside the orange lit car adjusting the seat forward and cool air.
He took the key revving the engine with a few pumps of the gas pedal. Marron clasped the seatbelt, " FYI I can only lie so many times before Bulma-san starts digging for information. And let's be honest I'm not good under pressure and her demands." Marron admitted adjusting the seat belt as he sped outside the garage, the rubber tires succumbing to his driving demands. He pumps the brake near the end of Capsule drive before heading south down the highway with acceleration. He was cocky and fast with his driving capabilities. Something about boys and their toys Marron assumed it was just his thing. The leather seat provided little traction as her butt slid across the seat, with each turn and demanding force. Marron's petite polished fingers danced on her IPhone, before briefly rolling the window down pressing the motorized button. She needed fresh air, his aggressive driving with his Saiyan quickness always made her stomach churned. Plus the wine was not helping as he took a curve a little too fast.
"What does Mom want to know?" He asked, gently grabbing the visor and tugging it down. The sun dancing in his line of vision, as he took the interstate exit. Marron looked up from her phone briefly to him. "She wants to know if it is ready? And why are you avoiding her?" She spoke truthfully, the young Saiyan getting into an argument with his mother several weeks ago. The business was flourishing and numbers were good so the surprise turmoil between the two a mystery. She never saw him this emotional about an argument, which let's be honest the Briefs were a mixture of crazy, spicy and chaotic. Vegeta and Bulma often getting into heated arguments just to have makeup crazy sex. It was a common occurrence to hear yelling matches but Marron was used to all the spicy chaos the family had to offer. Trunks oddly kept the argument to himself.
Trunks gripped the steering wheel, with a frustrated growl escaping his lips.
"Hey don't shoot the messenger." She abruptly interrupted, waving her hands as he halted the blue car at a red light with a tire screech. The crossing of shoga lane and zeus highway a busy intersection inside the city of Kawasaki. "Fucking red light" He exacerbated tapping his fingers on the wheel.
Marron turned her attention to the car in the other lane, the cute blonde hair guy inside waved and yelled her name at her as she gently smiled, waving back. Trunks turned his head, just in time to see the guy speed forward the light turning green. He shifted his Toyota car driving forward taking the left lane.
"Muffs, Who's that? Trunks asked, perplexed and curious. He shifted in his seat, turning the ac knob to 60 degrees. The heat was unbearable, even in the early morning hours. He read the orange lit dashboard reading 98 degrees as the leather burned his skin.
"Oh thats' the McDonald's drive thru guy." Marron replied, shrugging her shoulders innocently. The young blonde crazy cravings and her enjoyment for salty fries. She was focused on her fingers dancing across the keyboard finishing a last social post for CC on Instagram. With the accomplishment finished she threw her phone into her MK brown leather bag. She recognized the road and their destination coming into view.
"That's really fucking sad." Trunks replied, finally taking the last road to their destination. The dirt and gravel bumpy as the construction crew near the facility working on the road labeled Hills drive.
"Wow, this coming from a Saiyan who is prohibited to go inside a Taco Bell." Maz snided, the Taco Bell incident still fresh. Last Monday both worked on budget reports in the early morning hours hitting the popular joint to satisfy their drunk hunger. Alcohol involved in their late work evenings is a common required occurrence.
"Trunks Vegeta Briefs doesn't share his Nachos Bell Grande. I warned you and you tried to take some. I offered to buy your own fucking nachos." Trunks exacerbated slamming the Toyota into park. The Supra car jutted forward with force as she slid again on the leather seat. The damn leather burning her ass, as her dress rolled again. Trunks was frustrated and the heat was already affecting him. He tapped the dash, as the temperature went up another degree in the blazing hot car. The scorching day was going to be miserable. He turned the key letting the engine stop as he peered forward. The first stop and the first on his agenda.
"Well I didn't think you go ape shit nearly destroying the fucking place. It was just two fucking chips" She yelled unbuckling her seat-belt and exiting the car with a slam of the blue door. She sighed, the heat flustering both of them. It wasn't even an hour into the work day and their bickering started. She knew this wasn't the best approach, especially being here. She peered her vision to the white brick facility with several elderly patients watching the heated couple. Trunks exited the car and slammed his car door. He walked over to her as Muffs was fumbling through her leather bag. She pulled out a yellow carmex lip tubing applying the chap-stick on her dry lips. Trunks tiptoed apologetically opening his muscular arms, but she bit her lip. She wanted to blame the heat or blame him but honestly who knew why the sudden rise in anger. Marron knew this wasn't the time or place.
"Fine Muffs, it's snapping Turtle time" He gestured with his open hand, clasping it and opening it again. The sly smirk tugging his lips, the sexy blue eyes dancing with mischief.
"The snapping Turtle or should I say the Snapper." He pounced at her then chased her around the car as she tried her best to run around in her red pump heels. Trunks was a hoot, often knowing how to diffuse her anger. She giggled, as he wrapped his arms around her, finally capturing her in his grasp. She broke out into laughter, holding her stomach as he took his fingers trying to snap at her. "Ok please...mercy..I call mercy." She yelled, not able to take another tickle snapper attack. Trunks stopped slowly backing away his fingers and gingerly kissed her forehead. "Sorry Muffs, but never take a Saiyan's man food." He took his right hand tipping her chin upward, giving her a sexy Vegeta style smirk. "Unless it is offered off my body."
"Ha you wish, you couldn't handle this." Marron playfully punched his arm, pulling his jacket forward and adjusting his tie. The game and teasing messing up his tie and appearance. "You ready?" He smiled, rolling his eyes in defeat.
"I'm never ready for this, yet we do it everyday." He admitted sadly, he hated this. The one thing he felt utterly useless, vulnerable and out of control. Yet, Muffs made a point to make sure she scheduled this for him, the quality time needed.
He cleared his throat pulling his brown leather wallet as he walked on the catwalk leading to the doors. A few residents were sitting and swaying on wooden rocking chairs outside watching the two. The nursing home held functions for the residents and today was brunch outside in the morning heat with cool fruit and punch. He chuckled to himself, probably giving the onlookers some entertainment with Muffs and his little game.
He passed through the glass doors of the nursing home hearing Muff's following him, her heels clicking on the gray tile floor. He glided his feet to the nurses station, tapping the bell for a visitation. A few nurses could be seen in the medicine room tucked in the corner and another at a charting station. The nurses station was circular in the middle of the facility with three connecting hallways. The scent inside the facility is familiar with baby powder and antiseptic solution. He pulled his ID from his wallet waiting patiently for Stacy to come forward. He knew she was busy, as she sat near the station twirling the phone cord. She could be seen writing several notes down, and listening intently on the gray phone. Stacy was the secretary for the unit, she was always cheerful and quite an open personality. Muffs often remark he should take her out one evening. Though the dynamic would be odd, and uninviting if done so.
She was cute, the young brunette usually held her hair in a ponytail, wore pink eye shadow matching her pink lips. She was a little curvy, which honestly he didn't mind and she definitely had a very nice ass in those pink mickey mouse scrubs. Stacy turned her head, catching a flash of lavender standing at the station. The duo recognized immediately, the blonde always scrolling on her phone and his sexy smirk a welcoming invitation. She waved, and rolled her eyes while on the phone mouthing "New orders." Trunks flashed his pearly teeth smiling and nodding.
"Yo, give her an opportunity to eat taco bell off your body." Marron snickered, adjusting her leather bag on her shoulder. She watched Trunks turn his head, quivering an eyebrow upward, "Really Taco Bell, I'm not into nacho cheese like that Muffs. If a woman is eating anything off my body it's whip cream."
"Oh and here I thought you wanted something cheesy and fun." She joked pinching his arm as he rolled his blue eyes. "FYI you are gaining on the panda bear in polls. And I've emailed the zoo still waiting for a reply." She scanned her phone, the bings continued as she searched through her email.
"What the fuck does a Panda bear have to do with me?" He curiously asked, tapping his fingers on the station counter. "I honestly don't know what started the trend perhaps you look like a bear. I have no fucking clue." Marron replied, biting into her polish red nails. She had a bad habit with waiting, her inpatient capabilities always making her flustered and abrupt.
" Really Muffs, your best approach is I look like a bear. Maybe I fuck like a bear..- Trunks paused feeling Stacy's presence on the other side of the counter.
"Hey, what kind of bear are you guys talking about? Because I saw the thing on Facebook with you and "Cuddles" the panda." Stacy announced as Marron slammed her hand to her forehead the light bulb going off."Of course the panda bear was named Cuddles."
"So Stacy, our normal visitation please." Trunks changed the subject quickly, shaking his head the nonsense starting a Monday in competition with a panda bear. He leaned over the station flashing the young brunette a warm smile. The button shirt tightly tugging with his muscles stretched.
"Sure.. of course." Stacy replied by filling out the tags and handing him a visitation form. He grabbed the sheet, scrolling through, signing his name on each highlighted area. He quickly gave it to Muffs, who took the pen and signed the bottom. She promptly went back to her Iphone, a frustrated groan escaping her lips. She started to dial the zoo, and placed the phone to her ear as Stacy handed them each a visitor tag. She clipped hers to her V neck area and followed Trunks towards the west third hall. Stacy guided them through, as they passed several residents. The line for the beauty parlor inside the facility was busy with several elderly women and down to the right several men could be seen playing chess and eating crackers.
"Yes, this is CC Media advisor. Can I speak to the manager of the zoo." Marron announced turning left following the duo in front of her. Trunks casually was talking to Stacy, his hands in his pockets as they neared room 333. Stacy gave him a sympathetic look explaining a few medical terms for what she could catch while being on the phone. Marron paused abruptly taking a seat outside the room on the familiar lounge chair as Trunks entered. She always gave him privacy and the intimate affair needed it.
Trunks entered following Stacy into the luke warm room. The room was decorated with several pictures of the Briefs family and several blue streamers tucked in the corner of the room. His grandfather Dr. Briefs favorite color, he was admitted into the facility nearly 6 months ago after a massive heart attack. His heart suffering major muscular damage, he was very ill yet still spry. Stacy finished her updates on the elderly man, as Trunks took a seat by his bedside. Stacy grabbed a few old paper cups off the bedside and gently walked out giving the family privacy. She nodded at Marron who sat on the familiar green lounge chair outside the door, the phone near her right ear.
"Well you took long enough? What's got you running late today?" snapped, his residency here making him quite flustered. He hated it but admitted it was necessary for nursing care. The old man was still suffering with weakness, as he coughed getting into a Fowler's position on the bed with a push of a button.
"Well you know Pops, I get busy." Trunks admitted, taking the cafeteria platter and opening it for his Pops. Betty, his roommate could be seen sitting up in her own bed watching the grandson and grandfather duo. She was a strange elderly lady, with dark gray hair and always dressed in bright neon color pajamas. She held a baby doll, her dementia demanding her to always take care of her sweet baby. Trunks flashed her a warm smile. "How's baby Suzy?" He asked, watching her intently. She bit her lip "Fine"
"Don't talk to that bitch. She keeps stealing my pudding." Dr. Briefs announced taking a bite of his eggs. Trunks bit his lip, keeping him from smirking. He opened his own cafeteria plate, the eggs and bacon scent entering his nostril. He dug into the food with his fork breaking the egg yolk and taking his first bite. "Well Pops just tell her to stop." Trunks proclaimed his mouth full and his lips smacking. The usual breakfast with his grandfather was a morning routine, he knew time was ticking and seeing his grandfather like this was tugging his heart. The once cheerful full of energy Pops now frail and sick with a hint of grouchiness.
"I won't. Baby Suzy is hungry." Betty snapped watching the two as she got off her bed. Her pink neon gown swayed with her pink fuzzy socks, she strided forward holding Baby Suzy tightly. She roughly tapped Trunks shoulder, her fingers digging into his deltoid muscle. Trunks wiped his mouth with a paper towel, turning his attention to Mrs. Betty.
"Fuck you." Mrs Betty screamed, flipping her middle finger at the young man. She quickly exited the room, her pink fuzzies making whooshing sounds across the floor. Marron peeked inside, watching the scene with a smirk. She wanted to applaud the elder lady, as Betty walked through the door-frame and nodded her head at Marron. The determining elderly lady proud of herself, walking down the hall singing a lullaby to her creepy red headed doll. -Might as well be Chucky- Marron thought to herself tapping her fingers nervously waiting on the phone, the classical music bullshit buzzing in her ear on hold.
Trunks growled, was this really the best room CC paid thousands of dollars for? His Pops should have the best of the best, yet Hills Nursing Home proclaimed their capacity was overwhelmed.
"Don't worry about that bitch." Dr. Briefs stated, snapping his bacon strip in half and biting into it. He knew his grandson's temper easily riled. He scratched his lavender mustache, as Trunks poke his fork continuing his breakfast. Trunks shook his head, the elderly lady always felt the need to pluck his nerves. The two sat quietly enjoying their breakfast with loud chewing and smacks. A few squeaks could be heard as another entered the room.
"Hey Briefs, how is your breakfast?" a meek shy voice asked as the elderly woman across the hall name Lucy entered. She was dressed in a white and cream color gown, her gray and silver hair held in a bun with curls. She must have visited the hair parlor earlier; the scent of hairspray entering Trunks' nostrils as he quickly stood.
"It's fucking eggs, that's how breakfast is going Lucy." Dr. Briefs coughed, sipping on his cup of orange juice.
"Oh ok well just checking, it is so nice to see your grandson.' She stated, gingerly holding her hands, as Trunks offered her the chair but she declined with a wave. She nodded "I'll check with you again for lunch. Nice to see you Trunks." Lucy announced swiftly leaving the luke warm room. Her brown leather tennis shoes squeaked with each small step forward. She glided toward Marron, "You're such a pretty young lady. Keep that hunk ok." Lucy winked as she left Marron confused for a moment briefly looking up from her phone. She peered back inside the room watching Trunks wipe his grandfather's mouth with a napkin, the leftover egg yolk dripping. She smiled, turning her attention back to the phone. Lucy was already down the hallway near the coffee bar.
"Pops you hitting that?" Trunks snickered, crinkling the napkin in his grasp. -A busy visiting morning- He thought to himself with a smirk, his grandfather wouldn't admit it after his grandmother's passing nearly a decade ago he was lonely. Which honestly the loneliness caused him to spend more time with his grandson, which developed their unique loving relationship. Trunks loved his grandfather so much, but even after the heart attack the realization you only had so many days counted here on earth. So why not adventure.?
"Boy, I take heart medications, I can't even get blood pumping to my heart. So what makes you think I got blood pumping to my dick. Besides Lucy is nosy." Dr. Briefs gently pushed the cafeteria plate away from him, his stomach full. He was grouchy on this bed and this place was dull and boring. He passed his fingers on the nightstand grabbing a red mint.
"Hey..hey You only live once." Trunks peered open his Pops plate grabbing one of his strips of bacon and biting into it. He leaned back into the plush metal chair. His smirk tugging his lips, his eyes meeting his Pops pearly eyes. The elderly man crinkling the mint wrapper placing the menthol mint in his mouth. The soothing fresh taste is welcoming.
"Boy, when are you going to realize your dick ain't everything. Hmmmm. You need to get married have kids…-"
Trunks interrupted waving his hands, with a growl. He closed his cafeteria plate, "Pops let's not ok. How you've been feeling besides no blood pumping to your dick." He coughed clearing his throat with a hint of saltiness leftover from the bacon.
"Ehh..tired. And I don't do shit." Dr. Briefs crossed his arms. He had been ordered bed bound for the past few weeks, the elderly man getting short of breath easily. He wore a green gown with several blue blankets on his bedding. The lavender hair in a devilish manner and his once plump face slowly thinning.
"Well, haven't been entertained by Betty? How about Lucy? She comes to visit you? And you snapped at her!" Trunks tried his best to keep his cool but his Pops frustration was getting the best of his emotions. Dr. Briefs waved his hands in defense, suckling on his mint.
"Boy, what's this I hear about your mother and you?" He asked, changing the subject quickly. Trunks rolled his eyes grabbing the pudding cup Stacy left for them. The chocolate and vanilla swirl a new flavor for the hallway. His Saiyan hunger was not relished, especially after his stripper friend Mindy caused his toes curls with an amazing blow job last night. Trunks pulled the wrapper back and dipped his spoon for a huge bite. Dr. Briefs snickering, grabbing another mint watching him talk a large bite.
Trunks smack his lips the taste first sweet then...then..very bitter. He coughed spitting out the pudding back into the cup.
"What the hell is this? Satan's shit?" Trunks coughed again the pudding horribly bitter and yucky. He smacked his lips gagging, the muscle reflex in his throat causing him to cough violently.
Trunks swiped the orange juice near his grandfather and gulped it down his esophagus. Dr. Briefs broke out in laughter, slapping his hands on his lap, his lavender mustache twitching.
"I told you boy this ain't a Ritz Carlton." Dr. Briefs snickered, watching his grandson rub his tongue with a napkin. The taste did not leave his mouth or taste buds. He coughed again clearing his throat.
"And you are worried about Betty stealing your pudding. Hell if she wants to kill baby Suzy let her." Trunks proclaimed, drinking another gulp of juice. Dr. Brief giggled, patting his grandson back. "Boy, answer my question. Hmmm?"
Trunks shrugged his shoulders, throwing the napkins in the tin gray pale near the bedside. He adjusted his swirly tie leaning forward on the plush metal chair. "She told you?" He asked, with a curious brow. Dr. Briefs nodded, with a warm smile "Just that you two had a spat."
Trunks grabbed a mint, opening the wrapper suckling on it's flavor. Dr. Briefs patiently waited fiddling with his blue blanket, but Trunks remained silent. He bit his lip unsure what to say.
"Boy, you need to-"
Trunks interrupted Dr. Briefs again standing up with a wave of his hands. "Look Pops I'm here to visit you not talk about business or any other matters." Trunks gripped his hips frustrated, blowing a wisp of lavender hair away from his vision. He leaned on the bed frame gently tapping his fingers on the IV pole focusing on the saline bag hanging.
"Look Boy, you only live once." Dr. Briefs reversed to his grandson who held a Saiyan temper matching his young man letting his anger get the best of him and his cocky Saiyan living habits. Trunks was spiraling out of control, still living the bachelor twentyish lifestyle as he neared the age thirty four. The elderly man didn't know what the mother and son duo fought over but his daughter Bulma was very upset about it. When she mentioned Trunks was ignoring her, something strange was going on?
Trunks growled leaning against the corner of his room staring outside, watching a few birds peck at the yellow bird feeder inside the nursing home garden. "Pop I ...well….I need to-"
Trunks was interrupted when Muffs entered the room abruptly. She gently made visual contact with Trunks tapping her watch politely. She strolled over to Dr. Briefs giving him a peck on his flush cheek. "Hey Dr. Briefs, you look good. How was the eggs?' She tugged at her brown leather bag feeling her phone buzz again.
"So do you dear. So beautiful. Eggs are shit." Dr. Briefs winked, as she giggled. She patted the elderly man's shoulder, digging in her brown leather bag handing him his favorite treat a mini bag of M&M's. The secretive delicacy not allowed on his diet, or at least what the nursing home could offer. Trunks shook his head brushing his hand through his lavender hair, he welcomed the interruption unsure if he should have spoken.
"Trunks I hate to interrupt but we are slightly lacking in time." She pointed to her silver watch again. Trunks bent over giving his grandfather a large hug. " Love you Pops. And for pity sakes hit that." He chuckled. Dr. Briefs waved his hands in frustration by his grandson's remarks, but blew a kiss to Trunks.
Trunks turned his attention to Muffs who was waiting patiently near the door frame of the room. He walked forward, quickly taking one last sip of orange juice. He glanced at his gold watch quickly realizing the time himself. They needed to be back at CC for a statistics meeting that started three minutes ago. He snapped his fingers at Muffs as she turned walking through the hallway to the nursing station. He jogged after her nearing the nursing station both quickly throwing their visitation tags. Muffs ignored him walking briefly across the tile floor, her little pumps clicking. Trunks snapped his fingers again as he jogged outside the glass doors she was a few steps ahead of him. "Hey...Hey…" She ignored him dancing her fingers across her Iphone. -Fuck he is piss!-
"Yo what happened? You know I pay you for updates and time management." Trunks spoke clicking his key fob unlocking the blue Supra doors. He quickened his pace matching hers as she purposely avoided him literally jogging to the car. The red dress snugly pulling across her heated body, the sun glaring as she faced him. She walked around the Toyota blue car giving him a frustrated glare leaning over it. The heat waves radiating off the metal top with the sunroof left open, hopefully helping with the heat inside. She heard the door click open as she hopped in and Trunks followed her inside the car revving the engine. He was beyond frustrated, it was her damn job.
"I'm sorry time got away from me." She stated, buckling her seat belt super tight. She knew he already drove with a Saiyan quickness but now running late for a meeting it was going to be a bat out of hell mode. She again slid in the leather seat, his acceleration aggressive.
"You always do this Muffs, after you fuck Chester you get fucking hazy." Trunks exacerbated turning the steering wheel with anger. He knew this meeting was not only with the accounting team but also his mother. The two already experienced a heated argument so the gauntlet was tossed.
"I don't do that asshole." She growled at him, turning the knobs for the ac wanting cold air. Trunks followed her suit turning his knobs the heat miserable inside the car and on the leather seat. He could see she kept adjusting her red dress probably from the burning leather. The cool air kicked on bringing little relief. Trunks tapped the brake as tires screeched taking the exit curve rather too fast but handled the car with ease. He accelerated on the open highway getting off the exit.
"You know if you plan to get a dick fuck. Please update me on this." He screamed, shifting gears speeding and swerving in traffic. The turbo 4 liter 8 speed transmission engine is getting it's workout under his demands. She felt unwell from the aggressive driving, her nervous stomach churned. She gripped her forehead and closed her eyes. Trunks knew he could have easily flown over to CC but Muffs fear of heights usually caused panic attacks,so this will have to do. He peered over noticing her close eyes with her facial expression grimacing. He tapped the brake slightly, slowing down, the young blonde opening her sapphire eyes focusing on the road feeling the speed slow down.
"Well if you plan on being an asshole please update me on it." She spat out the words, grabbing her Iphone and dancing her dainty fingers across the screen. The nerve of him, she gripped the oh shit handle above her window inside the car. He accelerated faster, his foot heavy with his anger.
Trunks growled, gripping the wheel tightly and with his quick reflexes he snatched the phone from her grasp. "I bet you were fucking texting him." He yelled, opening the messages. She tried to grab it from his tight grasp as he continued to sped down the highway. "Fuck you Trunks." He twisted away from her still driving with expertise, reading the text aloud.
'Oh Chester, let's meet up again. I need your dick thrusting inside my cunt. Perhaps, I can give you a bj back at the office. We shouldn't do this to ourselves waiting so long."
"Sure Maz, I love a bj from you. Today? Perhaps during that meeting you got scheduled for your boss?"
Trunks fucking knew it,she was coarsely sexting the fucking dude several raunchy messages plastered on her screen. The routine breakfast giving her time to get lost in her own desires, not her job.
"Fuck you Muffs, I think you fucking fake that foreskin bullshit. Go give that fucking dude a bj, on your own damn time. Not mine." He screamed, throwing the phone at her with blunt force. She ducked as the phone hit the windshield a small crack developing across the streak free glass. The phone falling onto the floor, with a thump. She never saw him like this, his anger scaring her. This was not the Trunks Vegeta Briefs she always knew.
Trunks cursed under his breath, taking the shortcut exit down the highway. His anger caused his energy to spike close to eruption as he swerved passing a yellow car and quickly taking a left turn coming to a hard halt at the familiar red light. He took deep breaths, exhaling through pursed lips. He had to keep his composure but damn this woman.-Don't got fucking Super- He mentally anguished. -Don't you fucking dare-
Marron grew angry, her best friend acting like a jackass. She may have been an employee but she was his best friend for Dende's sake. She gripped her tiny fist, letting her own anger flourish.
"Fuck you, you know you have some fucking nerve and control issues. Your Daddy issues showing some true colors." She yelled picking up her phone from the floorboard. He had no right to blow a fuse, not when he was so wishy washy. The only reason for this explosion was because of his mother's attendance. She did her fucking job more than required and she keep up with his shit. The one time she fucked up he dared to blow a fuse.
"Like I said, just update me when you plan on getting dick fuck." He exacerbated, the red light turning green. He accelerated again, taking a right onto Shoga lane and picking up speed the turbo engine grinding with his demands. He kept shifting the car, his frustrations causing his stick shift driving sloppy.
"You have no fucking right to know. It's called a sexual harassment suite dickhead." She yelled, settling in her seat as she pressed a confirmed button for the zoo today at 1:30pm. Her magic worked getting the arrangements with Cuddles.
"Oh so now you want to fucking sue me. Go ahead Muffs, you just do that. Won't be the fucking first, anyone has tried to sue me." He yelled driving forward onto Capsules drive and jutting forward not daring to park the car correctly into the bright yellow strips. She slid in her seat hitting her knees against the dashboard. The bump caused her to whimper in pain. He unfastened his seat belt, glaring at her. "Go ahead give Chester that call. Go give that fucking blowjob, hope you enjoy his cum down your fucking throat. Just text me my next appointment." He yelled exiting the car with a slam and jogging quickly into the CC building and upstairs.
Marron whimpered again, letting a tear flow down her cheek. The heat rising inside the park car, as she exited rubbing her sore knees. She tugged her red dress, walking through the familiar concrete hallway. The heels clicks echoing in the empty hall, the concrete providing a coolness from the heated sun. She entered the familiar code, and made her way upstairs, putting on a pair of sunglasses. The tears and red puffy eyes wanting to make an appearance. She decided to enter his quarters alone, the red wine still sitting on the kitchen island from earlier this morning. -Fuck him- She took out her phone texting Chester.
'Sorry no can do. Busy day.'
She cancelled the thrilling sexual adventure, she honestly wanted to build some courage and get over her foreskin trepidation. Perhaps try a serious relationship with Chester. She was thirty two, not in a serious relationship, not engaged, not married, no kids, nothing but alcohol and Trunks absorbed in her life. She bit her lip opening a bottle of wine pouring her glass filling it to the brim. The tears flowing behind her sunshades. She checked her silver watch, she had forty five minutes until his next gathering which was with Cuddles. She wouldn't dare text him his next appointment, she would just abruptly interrupt his lunch date with his mother and pull him away to the zoo as scheduled.
Trunks glanced at his Rolex, as each accountant stood shaking hands and nearing the conference door. He didn't even stand or make a point to thank them. His anger was still tearing at his emotions. He didn't want to entertain the notions of faking a smile or anything. He was pissed and the energy could be felt. The accountants simply nodded to the President as they exited. The leftover scent of their chicken salad croissants lunch entering his nostrils. He glanced down at the platter labeled with his name as he heard his mother thank each employee at the door, the last few minutes he was able to catch a few numbers. He jotted down a few notes across a yellow notepad left for him with his late entrance. His mother decided to take over the meeting with his absence as he abruptly and rudely entered 25 minutes late. -urgh..Muffs-
Bulma closed the glass door as the last accountant left, she closed the window door small plastic folds closed with ease with snapping sounds. She turned around the lights still dimmed from the PowerPoint presentation projector shining graphical projections . She peered at the windows blinds closing each one. The conference held four large windows viewing down into the CC garden area. As she pulled the strings for each blind the room grew dimmer, she grasped the last one and closed it. She wore a yellow blouse and a yellow skirt with nude panty hose hugging her pale legs. Even at her age she continued to dress professionally as her yellow little pumps danced across the tile floor. She drew near her son, who was slouching in his leather chair writing numbers on his notepad. She walked over to her seat near him at the long 10x10 conference maple wood table. She flipped the switch for the projector turning it off, the room darker with all blinds closed. They needed privacy as the room cool air circulated inside, the breeze welcoming across his heated body. She calmly opened her own lunch biting into her sandwich watching him intensely, he never opened the Styrofoam container.
"The invention is on track. Last update.." He paused taking his Iphone out of his pocket, looking over the information Muffs had texted him earlier this morning. "We can start production perhaps within the next two weeks. The design is sleeker and the capsule faster with its response. I believe this design of weatherproofing will benefit us." He announced twirling his tie as he unbuttoned the suit jacket. He played with the silkiness of his tie within his fingers. The gesture calmed his anxiety, as she watched him under her motherly stare.
"Are you going to eat?" She meekly spoke peeling off the crust of her croissant eating the crispy flakes. She took a napkin wiping her mouth and leaned back in the leather chair passing her hands through her wavy blue grayish hair. She waited as he sat there, not even entertaining her with a simple nod or a glance. "Are you not hungry? You're a Saiyan, you should be hungry?" She went off as he waved his hands, pushing the plate away and grabbing the bottle of water. He gulped a few sips, tapping his fingers on the maple wood table.
"Trunks please don't make me beg. Or make me make the decision for you." She announced picking at her sandwich, the flaky crust her weakness. He cleared his throat slamming the bottle of water on the table.
"You know, let's go with you making the decision. You've always been good at it. " He angrily stated, standing up abruptly, his black shoes stomping across the tile floor to the private gray granite bathroom connected to the conference. He entered switching on the light, and slamming the door. He couldn't stand to be near her or her demands. Plus, the orange juice this morning had him wanting to drain the lizard.
Bulma slammed her fist on the conference table, with a whimper. The remark tearing at her heart strings. She knew what he meant by it, she forced him into the role. She geared everything for him even at a young age to continue her father's business. The company needed to continue, and he was raised to do so. She now regretted it, especially with this new development. She was always so hard on him along with his father. They both wanted the best with his intelligence and his Saiyan strength. When Bra was born both parents became more aware of their gentler side. Even Vegeta had softened over the years especially after Bra's birth. Though, Vegeta still expected Trunks to continue his gravity room training with his son every Wednesday evening. His whole life was scheduled, and now she feared what was to come? The future? She bit her lip, she would have to cancel gravity room training, it was inevitable.
He exited the bathroom walking over and swiping the half filled water bottle. Bulma stared at the gray color walls, tears escaping her blue sparkle eyes. She took a crinkled napkin and patted her eyes, still picking at the croissant sandwich. He bit his lip feeling a pang of guilt, his pride interfering.
"You're wrong, I'm a Saiyan." He announced gulping the last sips of water tossing it in the trash can. He sighed deeply, avoiding her eyes, pulling off his suit jacket folding it over his right arm. She stood facing him, throwing the wet napkin on the conference table, she gripped his chin forcing his piercing blue eyes to meet hers. She could feel his jaw tense by her sudden action.
"You know I'm right. Please…"
He pulled away growling, gripping his fist just as the conference door opened. The blinds swinging and clanking against the door with force. Muffs made her entrance, "Hey your next appointment is within 20 minutes." Marron announced she could feel the intense energy between the two. She meekly noticed Bulma-san's tears and Trunks abruptly pull away from his mother's grasp. -Thank you Muffs- He thought to himself not being able to handle another emotional outbreak with his mother. He gripped his jacket nodding to Muffs exiting through the door. Marron didn't move unsure who to console, Bulma-san appeared very saddened. "Come on Muffs let's go." Trunks screamed down the hallway.
Bulma-san waved disregarding her concerned stare. "Go dear."
Marron nodded, swiftly tugging her brown leather bag and exiting the conference door. She ran across the tile floors catching up with his stomping forwardness entering the elevator. He held his hand across the elevator door, keeping it open for her. He could hear those heels click as she jogged forward entering the stainless steel elevator. He passed his hand through his silky lavender hair letting go of the elevator door pressing G1. She pulled at her brown leather bag, not knowing what to say. He apparently was on a mission to destroy emotions today. -What's going on with you Trunks- She thought to herself feeling the elevator push downward. The small force always churning her stomach, she let out a small burp, the tangy red wine upsetting her stomach.
Trunks could smell it with disgust, he scrunched his nose gripping the bridge of his nose shaking his head. -Fuck why can't I stay mad at this woman- He smirked wanting to laugh at her disposition. She was drunk, as she leaned a little to forward, and quickly adjusted herself, her sunglasses drooping down her face. Muffs cleared her throat, adjusting her sunglasses, thankful when the elevator came to a halt. The stainless steel doors opening with a swift creek and into the familiar concrete hallway. She placed her hand on the wall steadying herself taking steps forward, following Trunks through the hallway. She burped then suddenly a hiccup followed, as she giggled to herself, the tangy wine kicking in.
Trunks didn't say anything walking to the black Chevy Tahoe opening the door for her, he knew the suburban was needed for their next appointment. She would vomit if he was tempted to drive with aggressiveness in a sports car. She giggled, as she swayed herself inward as Trunks picked her up by her forearm, the red dress hiking upward revealing a lacy undergarment. She pulled at it her dress taking a seat in the black leather seat. He buckled her in as she gave him a sly smile. "I'm assuming you drank wine, and no bj huh?" He asked, tightening the seat belt across her shoulder.
"Fuck you." She whispered digging in her brown leather bag, pulling out a bag of cheetos and trying to tear it open. Her long pedicure red nails nearly all bitten off by her nerves. She hadn't eaten lunch with the alcohol in her system she was getting the munchies. "Urghh fuck" she exacerbated.
He giggled watching her hands fumble trying to open the orange bag. He quickly snagged it out of her grasp. A sudden whine escaping her purse lips. He tore it open and gave it back to her with a warm smile. He wouldn't dare apologize but Muffs knew the warm smile was his way saying I'm sorry. He shut the door, walking around into the drivers side, turning the key and setting the ac on cool. He adjusted the rear-view mirror and buckled his seat belt.
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