Marron's alarm screeched, the classic Iphone buzzing it's horror as she stretched inside her bed. The yellow duvet wrapped around her body, with the white ceiling fan humming above her. The cool air soothing to her heated skin. She wore a skimpy white shirt with a pair of pink cotton panties. She leaned over swatting her hand "I said snooze you demonic piece of technology."

The phone fell to the floor with a thump. The alarm deafening with it's noise reading 5:00 am. A Tuesday work day. "Urgh…" She moaned her wavy blonde hair in her vision as she swiped her phone screen causing the alarm to shut off. "The alarm is the only device made to anger me whether it works or not." She mumbled under her breath, turning over removing the yellow duvet.

A few cabinet doors could be heard swinging open and closing inside the kitchen. Paresu was up and in the kitchen, with the coffee pot brewing. She really envied her friend's super power enjoying mornings. Such a strange creature. She pulled herself forward, stretching out a leg cramp, the heels yesterday working out her petite legs. She honestly didn't think she could wear another pair, perhaps a tennis shoe day. All that walking around in the zoo, obviously a death wish for her noodle legs. She pushed herself off the makeshift nightstand, which consisted of several encyclopedia books and romance books stacked against the cream color wall. The stand held several bottles of water, a leftover bag of lays chips and a few Trojan condom wrappers. She swiped one of the half filled bottles taking it to her lips, the water quenching her thirst. She looked at her appearance across the room, the mirror leaning against the wall. She looked like a whore, waking up still shit faced. The blonde curly hair knotted and the bags under her eyes making her question if she was really a vampire? She looked horrible, and exhausted. Yesterday was a weird emotional day, something about the tides or moon perhaps. She stood slowly entering her pink floral bathroom, plugging her curling iron and opening her makeup bag. She knew she needed some extra time to detail making herself appear somewhat decent. She groaned, brushing out her knots.

"Yo Maz? Someone is at the door for you." Su knocked on the bedroom door and yelled for her friend. Marron paused, -Who the hell would be here at this hour?- She quickly grabbed her pink fuzzy robe and wrapped it around her body. She walked through her bedroom mess with several magazines, food wrappers and clothes all over the brown shaggy carpet. She stepped over a mound of laundry, and CC papers stacked in a disorderly fashion. She opened the wooden bedroom door, facing Su. "Who the hell is it?" She whispered, covering her mouth her breath had to be somewhat frightening.

"I don't know, some guy with a green cap and green polo." Paresu replied holding a cup of coffee and sidestepping as Marron brushed past her entering the open floor living area. Her bare feet feeling the cold wooden floors.

"Did he have lavender hair?" Marron asked curiously, she swore if Trunks was here to pester her she would blow her lid. "Um no. It's not your boss." Paresu answered following her friend as Marron peeked through the peephole of the purple apartment door. Sure enough there was a guy with piercing hazel eyes and blonde hair with a green cap and green polo. He knocked once more "Marron Chestnut?"

Paresu quickly grabbed her green purse hanging on the coat rack near the door, pulling her derringer 25mm pistol. She cocked the gun, as Marron waved her hand. "Su don't get trigger happy ok."

"He can be here to kill us." She whispered, as Marron rolled her eyes. Su grew up with a father who was a police detective within Kawasaki city. She had become familiar with many guns and the many crimes within Kawasaki. Su side steps behind Marron's left shoulder in a ready stance. "Taking names ready to kick ass." She whispered. Marron shook her head as her crazy devilish curls swayed.

Marron cracked the door as the chain lock remained across the purple door. "Yes, who is it?" Marron gripped her robe honestly, fearful the timing was so strange. She could hear Su, step forward, the brunette wearing a pair of jeans and a red shirt with yellow flowers. She gripped the tiny gun expertly.

"Delivery for Marron Chestnut." The guy announced picking up the basket from below as Marron pulled the chain lock opening the door. Sure enough, a pink basket with a stuffed panda bear and several bags of cheetos and silver wrap chocolates was within the young man's hands.

He smiled, "Delivery for a special lady." He winked handing the basket to Marron's petite hands quickly leaving, running downstairs. "Oof" Marron whined.

"Damn Maz, you and Chester getting serious huh?" Su asked as she closed the door, tossing her gun back into her green purse. Maz held the basket tightly against her robed chest. It was heavy, noticing a yellow card tapped across the basket handle. She walked toward the tiny kitchen, placing the basket on the faux granite kitchen counter. She immediately opened a bag of Cheetos and smacked on the salty snack. Paresu tugged her arm "Open the card. I bet Chester sent a romantic poem or something."

Marron rolled her eyes, taking her fingers underneath the card flap, tearing it open. The orange flavoring smearing across the yellow paper. Su pulled the cute panda bear out of the basket, the bear resembling Cuddles from yesterday. Marron scanned the card reading out loud:

" Hey it's Chester, Roses are red, Violents are….and…..psych….Sorry for being a dick. Enjoy some dick today. Take the day Muffs.:)"

"You fucking know who this is. ENJOY Cuddles!"

Marron giggled, opening a chocolate wrapper noticing it was shaped as a small penis. The milky chocolate dick with a white chocolate tip. She smirked, of course Trunks would do such a thing. The cocky brash Saiyan had his ways . He must have really felt guilty for his outburst yesterday.

"So, your boss is giving you a dick day?" Su asked, perplexed grabbing a chocolate penis candy. Marron shrugged and nodded her head tugging at her robe and sitting on a barstool.

"Damn what's a girl gotta do to work for him?" Su joked, unwrapping the chocolate candy. She tossed the candy to her mouth with a "yum"

"Trust me Su, it's not all that great." Marron announced eating another piece of chocolate, as Su fixed her a cup of coffee and gently pushed a chipped heart shaped mug to her friend. Marron bit her lip, wondering if she should take the Saiyan offer. He had so much to do each day and it would be the first time she wouldn't be there with him at the nursing home.

"Yo, why don't you fuck your scrumptious boss?' Su joked, sipping her coffee once. The CC yellow mug Maz had given it to her the first day working for the famous bachelor.

"Seriously Su, he is my best friend and boss. Geez." Marron snaps, eating a crispy cheeto. The crunchy treat welcoming to her empty stomach.

"Like you haven't thought about that sexy body wrapped in your sheets." Su giggled, sitting on a barstool near her friend sipping the bitter coffee and eating another piece of chocolate. Marron swirled her coffee in the heart shape mug, "I'm thinking about getting serious with Chester." Marron leaned on her side with her arm in a crook, head propped on her hand. Su raised her brow gingerly taking her coffee mug to her pink thin lips, in contemplation of what to say.

"I just thought you were fuck buddies?" Su tiptoed the subject, a warm smile tugging her lips as she gripped Marron's forearm. "Is he interested in a relationship?'

"Chester mentioned it Sunday evening." Marron sighed pushing the coffee mug away from herself. She focused on her friend standing and opening the fridge. Su pulled out a bottle of wine, handed it to Maz. Marron gripped the cold bottle; wiping the condensation off the Pinor label.

"Yea, you guys keep hitting that exterior wall with thumps. I thought he was going to pound you through it." Su giggled, as Marron sighed her cheeks turning pink. "Well, it's been a while, and I honestly enticed him. I needed some dick."

"So, you say. Did you even look at it?" Su, sipped her coffee intensely watching her friend. She strummed her red polish nails on the wooden counter near a crack.

"It was busy with other things.' Marron giggled shyly, grabbing a corkscrew near a wooden junk basket kept on the counter. It held miscellaneous items such as scissors, magnets, eyeshadow, pens and a few posts it notes.

" Honestly Maz, follow your heart. If Chester is the one, go for it." Su answered, her crisp white tennis shoes squeaking on the wooden plank floors down the small cramp hallway to her bedroom. The young brunette didn't talk much in the mornings typically getting things in order for her classes. She was taking online classes studying for her master's in education at Tokyo University. She held the title of a teacher at a kindergarten education head start inside Tokyo city. It was nearly 5 blocks from CC, her weakness for coffee had started their friendship. Su typically ran into Marron everyday around 3:00 pm at CC downstairs coffee hotspot. It was common for Marron to pick up two mocha lattes for Trunks and herself during the workdays. The two ladies briefly talked while waiting in the long line. Marron bit her lip "Thanks Su." She screamed from the kitchen hearing her friend's muffle voice say "your welcome."

Marron placed the corkscrew inside the brown cork and locked it in place pulling the top off the Pinor red tangy wine. The popping sound always surprised her with a small yelp. She tipped the bottle pouring copious amounts in her now empty coffee mug. She gripped the handle and quickly walked down the hallway, her bare feet scraping the cold wooden floors. A drop of wine falling off of her mug onto her pink robe with her motions. She glided into her bedroom of chaos and quickly swiped her phone.

"Hey don't forget you have a 2:15pm conference call with the american company Zuess and their production with titanium wiring." Marron quickly texted Trunks pressing the send button. The phone dinged right back. "Seriously Muffs, Go get dick fuck. I got today trust me." Trunks texted back with a gif of a pickle dancing.

Marron smirked her fingers dancing on the bright screen."Thank you Boxer Boy." She texted, as she tossed her phone on the bathroom vanity gripping the curling iron and working some magic on her appearance. She planned on a brunch with Chester with unlimited mimosas. She remembers a place Trunks took her just on the outskirts of Tokyo called "Sunshines." It was a small breakfast buffet style restaurant with unlimited pancakes, biscuits, bacon, eggs, grits and fucking amazing mimosas. Trunks would usually drag her to the place at the end of each month, their celebratory surviving the month's antics with the business. Both typically getting piss drunk and eating like fucking pigs.

She curled her hair into tiny bouncing curls and took a pink ribbon wrapping it in a curly ponytail. She grabbed her phone quickly texting Chester for the brunch idea with an eggplant emoji and donut emoji to follow after brunch. Her phone ding immediately with a "Hell yea." from Chester as her lips formed a warm smile. She grabbed her beige coverup applying thick applications on her tired face, the makeup bringing out her flesh colors. She swiped a blush brush on her cheeks and smack a cherry red lipstick on her lips. The Iphone bing again, with Trunks profile popping across her screen. She opened it when a picture appeared across the screen. It was Trunks and his Pops both eating M&M's mini packs with large smiles. Mrs. Betty was in the background holding her baby doll Suzy with a bag of M&M's sitting on her bed near the duo. Something about the image tugged her heart strings, she always had to remember the tiny package candy. She would typically grab some from the kitchen drawers inside his venue. Trunks typically forgot about it before leaving his CC home always running at a fast pace, but today he remembered. Despite Trunks bickering with Mrs. Betty, he somehow remembered the crazy lady, he wasn't as cold as he projected. She placed her phone onto the vanity.

Marron quickly looked over her makeup and her hair quickly stepping into a black skirt and grabbing a purple blouse on the cold tile floor near the vanity. She spritz it with a fruity body spray unsure if it was clean or soiled. She spritz herself between her breast, adjusting her bra making sure they popped a little for Chester. She smirked at her work, "Today I'm going to conquer that dick." She stated to herself in the mirror before running out the bedroom snatching her familiar brown leather bag and exiting the apartment. She will meet Chester there in 30 minutes.

Hours later:

Trunks gently pressed his blue fountain pen across the documents signing his signature approving production request forms. He glanced upward watching Goten poke at the Fox bobblehead at the end of the mahogany desk. The fox was given to him by Muffs for his birthday last year. She mentioned his spirit animal was definitely a fox, for their capability of increased awareness, cunning sexy techniques and an affinity with nocturnal activities. It was her way saying he was Horndog, with her silly giggles as he opened the gift confused. Yet he fell in love with it, placing it on his desk among the amount of stack papers.

"So Ten, I know you didn't just come here to play with the bobble head." Trunks announced, slightly annoyed, he had a suspicion why his childhood friend was here. Goten and Bra being married for nearly 5 years with two little boys, who were mischievous heathens. The twins getting into mischief but oddly it reminded Trunks of his younger years pulling pranks on Piccolo.

"I can't come visit you dude." Goten leaned back in the leather chair, he wore denim jeans and a red polo shirt with a Monogram GMA. Goten's Martial Arts Studio was it's representation, the couple owning the small business in Soka. Goten scratched his chin in thought watching Trunks signing documents. His lavender hair friend was wearing a simple blue suit with a crisp white shirt and blue tie. He held a cigarette between his fingers as he inhaled on the bud. The exhale smoke, lifting with swirls to the cathedral white ceilings. Goten cleared his throat, unsure what he rehearsed with Bra, what to say?

His wife demanded he dig for information, with Trunks' sour attitude with his mother. Apparently Bulma-san left the meeting yesterday crying visiting the couple inside their tiny Condo on the outskirts of the city. She wouldn't tell them exactly what was going on between the two but she was upset and wanted to visit the grandkids Bren and Goten Jr. to cheer her up.

"So how's everything?" Goten asked cautiously, tapping his fingers nervously on the leather chair arm rest. He watched Trunks extinguish the cigarette scraping it across a glass ashtray.

"Work." Trunks simply replied, not entertaining his friend notions. Goten had an all tell sign when he was under his wife's demands. He would sweat and tap his fingers repeatedly plus he had a bad habit clearing his throat several times before speaking.

"Oh so that's all." Goten asked, swiping a mint on Trunks desk inside a glass dish. He opened it nervously, smacking onto it's sweet flavor. Trunks sighed, throwing his fountain pen on the desk. "Tell your wife to stop putting you in the middle of this. Plus if you really wanted to visit. Why don't you do so not by the demands of Bra." Trunks spoke sternly eyeing his friend who bit his lip. Goten felt a pain of guilt, being so busy with the business, kids, and his wife. Perhaps he hasn't been a good friend. He gripped the leather armrest leaning forward. He tapped his brown suede shoes, against the gray tile floor.

"Dude Trunks I know we've all been busy with life. But dude what's up? I'm still your friend and I've never seen your mother this upset." Goten asked, just as his Iphone bing, he leaned back grabbing it out of his pocket noticing it was Bra texting. "SO?'

Trunks cocked his head to the side, his blue piercing eyes intensely watching his friend look over his phone as he texted. "Tell your wife to do her own dirty work." Trunks snapped quickly standing, glancing at his gold rolex watch 5:14pm. He glided his feet to the window peering his vision outside he didn't want to entertain Goten. Plus he could feel Bra's energy downstairs, swiftly coming up. He knew in a matter of seconds she would come in the office as her petite feet could be heard stomping. The twins' energy following their mother up the stairs. They were probably downstairs playing in the kids playground at CC. The company provided daycare and a place for the children to play while parents worked in several areas of CC. Bra probably decided to not show her face and let the kids play, sending Goten to find out some information. The brother and sister duo, having intense angry tempers. -Fight round one-

"Dude come on? Just tell me before she gets in here angry." Goten pleaded, he knew his wife's temper was similar to Vegeta.

Trunks didn't answer, leaning against the cool window anticipating her approach. He could hear Goten step out of the leather chair and walk closer to the window but the door slammed opened, pausing Goten's approach. Bra stomped her feet inside the office, she wore a similar red polo with khaki shorts. The young mother held both twins' hands as they ate oatmeal cookies with squeezed juice boxes.

"What the hell Trunks?" She yelled, handing both Bren and Goten jr. to Goten as he gently picked up Bren placing the young boy on his hip and holding Goten's jr. hand watching the scene. -shit-

Trunks turned to face his sister, her face was flushed. She was gripping her fist, the polish turquoise nails digging in her pale flesh. Bra couldn't believe he was being so cold and malicious with their mother. It was so uncommon coming from him, he always held a Vegeta style temper but in his own Saiyan's way he would quickly apologize. But not this time, leaving their mother in tears and distraught. Bulma-san was a very strong woman, hell she conquered a prince, raised Trunks on her own the first few months after his birth while their father left to obtain Super Saiyan capabilities. Bulma never cried unless it was serious, she was not an emotional woman.

"Whatever you and mom are fighting about ends now." She yelled, tiptoeing to face her brother in his face. Their nose brushing against each other, Trunks growled as Bra raised an angry eyebrow. "This stops now." The words escaping her lips filled with venom. Trunks held his composure, gripping his fist. He chewed his inner cheek, inhaling a deep breath and exhaled slowly through purse lips. Bra poked her long finger into his chest harshly, the pressure probably bruising the sternum area.

"Bra, Babe don't" Goten warned his wife tugging the children forward near the mahogany large desk. He knew Trunks could easily turn Super and get really heated.

"Bra I'm going to say this once. Stay in your fucking lane." Trunks pushed forward buffing his chest daring her. Goten put Bren down and let go of Goten's jr hand. He pulled Bra back, who swatted her husband's pleading hands. "I'm not scared of you Trunks. So stop your buffing. Fuck you."

The duo's energy sparked, Trunks stepped forward, the abrupt motion didn't push Bra back as she raised her petite hand and slapped his left cheek. The slap echoed inside the office as Goten quickly grabbed Bra by the waist pulling her away. Trunks swiftly grabbed his swollen cheek, the stinging sensation welcoming. Bren snuck by his parents pulling at his uncle's slacks, with a mischievous smile he squeezed his juice box wetting Trunks blue slacks in his crotch area. The little guy laughed in hysterics, as Trunks patted his head laughing. A warm smile tugging his lips.

"Urghh Bren no that's not nice." Bra whined, quickly picking up her son, kissing his cheek as he giggled. He continued to squeeze his juice box, spilling it all over Trunks and his desk. Trunks closed one eye as the red juice dripped down his brow and face. The staining liquid being absorbed by his white button shirt. Goten jr. giggled as he tugged his mother's dress. 'Unc Trunks pee pee!"

Trunks grabbed his hips laughing and shaking his head. The kids unknownling defusing the heated argument. Bra swiped the juice box handing it Goten. Goten gripped the box tossing it in the trash can quickly picking up Goten Jr.

"I'm sorry." Bra mumbled, patting kleenex trying to absorb the red liquid on the desk and papers.

Trunks waved his hands, "Bra no worries." Trunks picked up a stack of paper now soak with red staining juice moving it aside. Bra sweetly grabbed her brother's arm, as she adjusted Bren on her hip. "Please whatever you guys are arguing about…" She paused her blue eyes tearing up, the outburst getting her hormonally upset. "Please, she's your mother too. She loves you."

Trunks gripped her hand tightly squeezing it with a warm smile. "Bra, I know that. Just don't assume the worst between us. It's just something you can't control." Trunks tucked a blue strand of hair behind her ear as Goten smiled, gently slapping his hand on his wife's back. 'So we are good now? Because it's almost dinner time."

"I swear Goten, urghh…" Bra exacerbated, her husband and their kids always hungry and ready to eat. She put down Bren once more, suddenly wrapping her arms around her brother, who yelped surprised. The physical touch and emotion was unexpected."Just talk to Mom please."

Trunks nodded, biting his lip.

"Good, no offense but Mom came over yesterday rearranging our furniture, dishes, books, the kids toys just everything. I can't handle it." Bra brushed her petite hand through her long blue locks. "You know her nervous tick Trunks. I swear she even started questioning us about a baby again. And that ain't happening our hands are full." She exacerbated as Goten giggled, wiggling his eyebrows.

Trunks simply nodded, biting his lip intensely. He didn't want to promise anything, he put his hands in his pockets feeling awkward under his sister's stare. She was trying to read him and he knew it. Trunks briskly flashed a smile, patting her back "Go and eat ok." He nudged her forward as Goten grabbed the kids hands excitedly ready for a warm meal. Bra keeps her petite feet stationed, the nudge not pushing her. She couldn't put her finger on it but something was odd, the gut feeling nagging her.

"Bra no worries, I'll patch things up." Trunks admitted nervously, hearing the office door open with a gentle swoosh. Muffs blonde hair bounced, as she strided inside the office with large sunshades on her petite face. She was holding a few styrofoam plates and her brown leather bag. She wore a yellow sundress tightly snug around her waist with white sandals. The sandals flapped on the gray tile floors as she approached the family. She was smiling broadly, with an upbeat gait. "Hey Hey, Oh my goodness the boys are growing so big." She announced bending down, eyeing Goten Jr. blue hair spiky like his father's and Bren black silky like his mothers. She pinched each boy's cheek sweetly. " I have something for the boys." She announced digging in her brown leather bag, pulling out documents, a few water bottles, pens, a bottle of midol and then finally finding a few laffy taffy candy. The boys yelped with excitement "Thank you Mrs. Marron." They quickly ripped off the packaging, chewing loudly the smacks were too cute.

"Ok boys let's go downstairs and mom will meet us to go eat." Goten announced smiling and waving at Marron. Marron nodded, turning her attention to Bra. "Hey Bra how are you?"

"Hey Marron, will you tell my brother to fix this fiasco with our mother." Bra announced crossing her arms. She knew Marron probably had an idea what was going on. Trunks automatically huffed aggravated by his sister's demands so much like their mother. She even tapped her little foot on the tile floor like Bulma-san.

"Um…" Marron slung the brown leather bag across her right shoulder. She was surprised by Bra's demands when Trunks intervened "Bra keep her out of it and Goten too." He nudged his sister forward once more near the exit doors. "Go eat with your family."

"Ok..ok. But I will know if you've talked to her." Bra waved her hands as Trunks opened the office door holding it open for his sister. Trunks nodded watching his sister briskly walk out of the office, she swung her own blue bag across her left shoulder striding down the marble staircase. The blue wavy hair long locks bouncing as she exited outside CC.

Trunks sighed, when Muffs pulled his arm. "Hey you hungry?" She swayed her hips happily holding the Mexican food for both of them. She had decided to stop by and make sure he actually ate today since this morning.

"Are you dancing because it's fiesta time?" Trunks wiggled his eyebrows, with a huge smile. He knew the smell of the mexican flavoring and queso. His stomach growled, as he patted his stomach. "Yea FYI your crotch is soaking wet." She announced, walking near the mahogany desk. "Yea Bren thought it was funny."

"Funny, here I thought you just wet yourself. And let me guess you didn't eat lunch. And you've been signing request forms for a few hours." She stated putting the Styrofoam platters on his desk, the mahogany wood barely seen underneath all the papers, ashtray and etc. She counted 8 cigarette buds in the tray as she dug in her brown bag pulling out plastic utensils.

"Well you seem quite pleasant today. I wonder why?" Trunks chuckled, ignoring her statement. He jumped into his office leather chair across from her at the desk. He peered open the container with a warm welcoming 5 tacos, refried beans, and mexican rice. The platter drenched in queso and avocado. -Fucking yes, Muffs-

She took a seat at the leather lounge chair opening her own platter. "You know it." She chuckled, taking a chip and dipping it in salsa. She ordered fajita nachos with extra shrimp and queso. The two enjoyed the Mexican dishes from Pablos down about 6 blocks away.

"Alright Muffs. What's the breakdown?" He asked, digging into the mexican rice with large bites. He smacked and wiggled in his chair with a happy food dance. "So fucking good, better than sex, if I must say."

Marron giggled knowing his weakness for mexican food and queso. She grabbed another chip munching on it. "Well, you will be proud of me." She dipped the chip in queso soaking it with the gooey cheese. She leaned over her platter smacking into the crispy salty goodness.

"You fucking look didn't you." Trunks took a large bite into his taco with a loud crunch. He smacked his lips flipping his tie over his shoulder. The taco was extra crunchy filled with meat, cheese and lettuce.

"Oh my Dende I did. And it was ok but it was a very brief look. I opened my eyes for a few seconds then closed my eyes." She answered, watching him dig his fork in the refried beans a small tugging smirk forming on his lips. She recognized the smirk immediately, she waited patiently for him to ask her.

"Snapper in or out?" He chuckled, dropping his fork and taking his hand opening and closing it similar to a snapping turtle. She dipped her fork poking at a grilled shrimp dipping it in salsa.

"Out." She laughed, her laughter contagious Trunks joining her, he shook his head unbuttoning his long sleeves and rolling the sleeves up. "I'm proud of you Muffs. You conquer your dick fear."

He waved his hands swiftly standing, and jogged to his wet bar in the corner of his office, opening the small silver refrigerator pulling out two cold beers popping off the tabs. He strided back with a Vegeta smirk wider than ever. He gave her a cold beer can, "To Muffs, conquering fears. Kicking ass and living her best life." He tapped her beer with his in the toast, chugging his beer as she joined him. The duo giggling as the sweet roasty wheat flavoring hit their taste buds.

"Whoop...whoop" Marron raised her hands to the roof chugging another sip. Trunks patted her back. "Alright now details." Trunks dramatically sat back in his office chair pulling himself forward to the desk, chugging another sip and grabbing his fork. He threw his tie over his shoulder again and unbuttoned his pants. He was going to pig out no shame with a bloated belly. Marron watched him with a giggle, she ate another shrimp dipping in salsa again.

"Well, I sucked just a little, it's a hard skill to master but we fucked at least six times today. We just lounged around butt naked, ended up watching Baseball on tv." Marron shrugged her shoulders innocently, with a warm smile.

"So is it serious?" He asked, scraping his fork across his teeth and licking the gooey cheese. Trunks leaned back in his chair watching her act so innocently knowingly she was very naughty. He curled an eyebrow upwards. "You act so innocent Muffs."

"I'm a lady." She teased, scraping her own fork within her teeth. Trunks shook his head leaning further back in his office leather chair. "So you good to work tomorrow?" He gently asked, swiping the cold beer and chugging it's last sips.

"Yea I'm good. Twitter's trend right now is about you and your favorite baseball team Yomiuri Giants. The team emailed me a few hours ago, you want to throw the first pitch at the game tomorrow night." She announced, sipping her beer and poking at his Fox bobble head. The fox bobbled cutely as the ac kicked on inside the office.

"Yea, I'm going to have to rearrange a few things." Trunks smirked, eating another crunchy taco.

Hey guys hope you enjoy the chapter and character development. Thanks for the reviews and favorites/follows. Tell me what you think? Or what do you think will happen between the two?