Chapter 5: Act Normal

AN: Here I am, again, with a quick update.

As per usual NSFW warning for a little bit, I hope you like!

Marron slipped on her favorite chunky cardigan, with slightly differing sizes for the eyelets. Something about being covered up and cozy was very appealing to the blonde, especially when she has to spend 8 hours in a chilly workplace. Her hair slicked and tied up into a high ponytail, subtle blonde waves bouncing to-and-fro. She slung her purse over her shoulder as she meekly made her way to the office building. Her steps went undetected, shocking to most..she donned burnt orange flats rather than her choice of chunky heels.

She tugged on the black turtle neck, though she knew no one knew about the rendezvous she was having with her boss, she insisted on coming to work as professionally as possible.

But she took extra care this time around. She decided to keep her make-up to a minimum. Maybe if she kept her looks under the radar, maybe she wouldn't draw any attention from anyone. Especially her main cause of concern...Trunks.

If she wasn't careful, she could end up in another storage room situation. Marron straightened out her shirt as she walked into the accounting. She was expecting a very normal day. Or so- she hoped, but unfortunately for her right at her desk was Trunks leaning against it. His glasses slid halfway down his nose as he looked over the papers on her desk.

So today won't be normal, Marron stared at him. He was dressed in his usual tailored suit, with his hair looking far fluffier than she recalled. His eyes looked up slowly, locking with the frazzled blonde. It was like his eyes were trying to speak with her: Staring too hard again?

"Mrs. Chestnut, is it?" Trunks asked, causing the blonde to internally roll her eyes. As if he wasn't knees deep inside of her a couple of days ago, he truly should just drop it with the formalities.

She knew this was all to save face, but it's hard to pretend as if they had never met. "Y-Yes!" Marron replied quickly, feeling all of her co-workers' eyes drilling into the two of them. It wasn't every day that someone like Trunks would waltz into the office.

She could already hear the whispering voices surrounding them as Trunks looked at her and tilted his head towards the doorway. "Follow me."

Marron quirked a brow, looking back at the rest of the department. Her eyes begged for some help but no one reciprocated. So, like any good employee, she followed him out. As soon as they were out of the line of sight from the general public, she looked over to him.

Trunks gave her a goofy grin, even with her frumpy librarian looks at work... She was adorable. She erupted out in laughter as she puffed out her chest. "Mrs. Chestnut, is it?" She mocked with a ridiculously deep voice.

"Wh-What, should I have just called you by your name?" Trunks asked, scratching his cheek as the blonde raucous laughter continued.

"No, but you could have been less dramatic about it…" Marron replied, wiping a tear from her eye. "I'm assuming I'm in trouble?"

"Yeah, yeah...well, I mean kind of," Trunks replied as the elevator doors opened. Revealing an array of glass picture windows lining the hallway. Marron stepped off the elevator, staring in awe at how high the Capsule Corp. building stood. Trunks leaned over to her ear, "don't look down."

"Wha- Why?" Marron asked, subsequently looking down and suddenly feeling faint.

"What did I just say?" Trunks chided, seeing as the blonde's face paled. "Follow me."

Marron stepped carefully, regaining her balance as she stepped foot into the office. She had never been this high up in the building before, as this was a very high-profile floor that typically required clearance to get to. She took a glance at his office, and admittedly she was taken aback by the setup.

It was a loft set up, with the walls being almost entirely encased in glass windows. She felt as though she was in a fish bowl for everyone to see. Although this high up, only someone who could fly up to the window would be able to see. The desk was facing the door, a standard set up she'd say.

An ergonomic white desk chair situated neatly in the center alongside one of the most powerful computers Capsule Corp offers. It all felt too impersonal, nothing worthy of any personality. She sat down in the grey suede chairs facing the desk, promptly sitting down observing the design of the desk. It was held together by a massive piece of black marble and gold legs framing the stone. The desktop, however, was still that sterile shade of white.

She glanced upward, curious to know what was on the second level. Eyeing it curiously before Trunks sat down on his chair, clearing his throat as to grab the blonde's attention. "You know why I brought you up here?"

Marron thought for a second, it more than likely wasn't for any risky fun...but it could have simply been to discuss the little bit of information she gave him the night prior. "Um...not necessarily."

"First," Trunks began, "to keep up with your lie...Valese probably thinks you got in trouble because you 'stole' my ID card…and.." He paused looking at the blonde up and down causing her cheeks to light up, she didn't expect to garner any looks in her get-up, "I want to know more about Valese's plan…"

She gave a sigh of relief. She was a bit nervous he would demand something crazy from her, but maybe she thought just a tad bit too lowly of him. "Well…" Marron bit her lip, pressing her index fingers, "she doesn't have an exact plan just yet."

"Oh?"

"It's more of trying to find some compromising evidence so that you don't get promoted," Marron recalled. "See...she was telling Mrs. Briefs was retiring soon and you or Ms. Briefs were going to be president of the company."

"That's correct," Trunks responded. "Actually that day we had gone to the cafe...I had just found out about it…"

"And you still decided to keep this going?!" Marron nearly exclaimed, "Are you dense?" Trunks crossed his arms and huffed. He was not about to be lectured by a subordinate...even if she did have a point. She stood up, leaning closer to him. "No amount of fornication is worth losing that opportunity," Marron whispered.

Trunks chuckled, not only did she dress like a librarian but spoke like one too. "I'm thirty years old, Marron," He said, leaning close enough to her that their breath almost intermingled, for just a moment. "I don't need to be told what to do," he tipped her chin up, watching with amusement as he felt her puny ki falter.

She was melting like putty in his hands and all he did was touch her. Her face burned a bright red as she found it hard to rip her eyes away from his. That was until she tore away from his spell and looked outside. "What is that?" Marron stared wide-eyed at the window. Was that woman flying and staring inside the office?

Was that a woman just, casually floating mid-air? She'd thought she'd seen it all.

Trunks turned around and she could feel him immediately tense up. Marron was quickly able to recognize who this woman was, donning a bubble-gum pink pantsuit, tailored with sharp-edged shoulder pads. The aquamarine strands of hair slicked back. Was all of the Briefs this attractive?

"Bulla, what the fuck are you doing?!" Trunks yelled out whilst creaking open a window.

"I was about to ask you the same thing," the heiress asked with arms crossed as she floated closer to the window, "It looks like I was interrupting something...maybe I should let mom-"

"I was checking something on her!" Trunks exclaimed.

Marron quirked a brow while looking at Trunks' statement. Things were going all over the place for her right now. Her other boss was just casually floating and no one was questioning it? The heiress had a rather bizarre look strewn on her face. "Do you expect me to believe that, Trunks?"

"Absolutely I do," Trunks responded.

"Who is this and why is she in your office?" Marron could barely open her mouth to respond. She felt like she was hallucinating.

Trunks rolled his eyes, Bulla had a tendency to be a bit demanding especially with information that did not pertain to her. "There was a pressing issue in the accounting department and she made it a point to storm in here and make it known," Marron started over at Trunks, incredulously. How many more lies was this man going to come up with?

"Whatever," Bulla said, flying away, presumably into the next building. The two watched Bulla as she disappeared from the line of sight.

Trunks felt like passing out, turning his head to the blonde who was presumably about to lose her mind. Practically trembling out of the confusion. "W-Was she-"

Trunks sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "There is a reason this is such a high level of the building," Trunks began, "she was uh…" he paused for a moment. "She was testing our flight capsules," Trunks lied, causing Marron to give him a suspicious look.

"Flight capsules?"

"Yes!" Trunks exclaimed, nervously. "See they are like these...little powerful attachments you add to the bottom of your shoes, that allow you to float."

Marron quirked her head, her brain working to remember the many sheets she's had to look at. "I don't recall any parts being accounted for such a project…" Marron replied.

"T-That's...because…" Trunks looked to the side, "it's a very secret project." This woman had an incredible memory, and given the paperwork, he was looking at earlier she had a knack for keeping this incredibly legible and organized.

Marron crossed her arms, "I…" she began, "don't really believe you."

Trunks' face faltered for just a moment, before standing his ground "Well you're just gonna have to."

"You know Trunks," Marron looked at him, noticing his eyes perk up at the sound of his name. "I'll believe what you're saying about the attachments..y'know, it's the only logical explanation but…" She walked over and whispered in his ear, "You're a pretty terrible liar."

The simple act made him inhale sharply, and hold his breath. The hybrid wasn't the type to get flustered, and yet the teasing nature in her voice and the aroma that escaped past her made him blush for just a moment. "You should get back to your desk," he whispered back, "remember rule number three?"

Marron's eyes shot wide. She was definitely not teasing him in any sort of capacity, but looking him up and down she noticed how hot and bothered he was getting from the interaction causing her to turn as red as a tomato. How was she supposed to know he couldn't handle a little whisper here and there?

"I'm sorry, I didn't-"

"You're fine, Ms. Chestnut," Trunks said as she cleared out his throat, "just get back to your desk, I'll text you later."

Much later that evening, Trunks drowned out his worries at a local club. He never got to text her, instead, he found himself between the legs of another woman. He thought it'd be good to have some sort of control over what he's experiencing.

Thrusting himself into the slick, wet entrance feeling as her warmth wrapped deliciously around him. She was a gorgeous woman - dark olive skin with dark brown hair that tousled down to the small of her back. Large breasts and a small waist...she had a delicate frame.

He couldn't just release himself, every action was performed with some restraint. He felt as though he was going insane, it wasn't like she was bad...far from it, but his mind kept drifting to the two encounters he had with the blonde temptress.

Leaning on her elbows, her milky thighs trembled as the fluids traveled down the insides of her thighs. He'd pressed himself against her, holding her plump bottom apart as he teased the opening but not fully diving in. He wouldn't let himself just yet.

See, her moans were delectably guttural and He had a single end-goal: To get her to beg for more. But Marron was quite the stubborn woman, she turned her head slightly revealing the slight drool dripping from her bottom lip. Her cerulean eyes glazed over in lust as they connected directly with his.

If he weren't in total control, he'd be blushing. He brushed his lips against the tip of her ear, "Is there something you want?" He groaned, his rough hands rubbing behind her thighs and up her plump ass.

But before he could react he was caught by surprise by her sudden movement, he felt her take him deep inside her, devilishly slow. Her laugh was low and rumbly as he felt every inch of her grip his cock. "Hn...faster!"

"Slower!"

That snapped him out of his train of thought, immediately slowing down and pulling out. "I-" Trunks began concerned, "Are you okay?"

The woman breathed in deeply, sitting up. "I'm fine...I just...haven't ever had anything go that…"

"I'm sorry," he responded. "I should have been more careful," he replied sheepishly.

The woman wiped down herself, surprised that he hadn't noticed or paid any mind to her orgasm whatsoever. He was definitely strange…

"Do you need a cab home?" Trunks offered as he watched her slip her dress back on. "I can call one for you…"

She shook her head profusely, as she strapped her heels back on. It seemed she had lost her balance entirely as she walked out the door, waving flirtily goodbye as she walked out the door. That was the least of his concerns, really. Although...he could have seriously hurt her...what was he thinking?

He threw on his robe and grabbed a pack of cigarettes sitting out on his balcony. Lighting up a cigarette, he wasn't too keen on smoking but tonight warranted it. He simply couldn't wrap his head around the idea, why was it that this woman kept popping up in his thoughts. He puffed out smoke looking down below.

She didn't do anything uniquely special, he just felt good. Physically and emotionally...he figured it was a factor with how kind she seemed. Despite his best efforts to leave her alone at work, he picked up her kind gestures and hard work ethic, impressed tremendously by all her managers have said. She wasn't a nameless face to him and that's what made her dangerous.

She was strong, too (for a human). He noted the muscular build of her back and arms, it was clear she had strength from basic martial arts. He wondered how he hadn't heard from her or her family before...given they were trained by the turtle hermit. He would assume Goten would at least know her, right?

He sighed, looking down at the cigarette that laid between his fingers. "I'm gonna have to create one of those little shoe capsules, aren't I?" The hybrid groaned as he dropped the cigarette, smashing it against the ashtray. Swiftly heading back inside. As he laid down on the bed, memories of Marron replayed over and over. Clearly, he was still hot and bothered from the predicament from earlier.

How many lies does he need to keep up with? She would lose her mind if she knew the truth about him. Hell, most people forgot about his father's actions when he arrived on earth and that was a trip. For Saiyans...forming bonds with other humans was no easy feat, and not many were all too kind or understanding of the idea of a half-breed alien living amongst them.

He sighed, resting his head against the headboard resting his eyes. He needs to tread carefully around her. A slip-up can cost him the career he'd worked so hard for, for a moment he toyed with the idea of leaving things. This wasn't worth losing his job over and yet, he found himself sensing for her puny ki every once in a while.

He sighed, unable to sleep he sat back up and looked at his desk, with different sketches laid across the desk. He contemplated, looking at his clock. He threw a thick knitted blanket over his bare shoulders, sliding on his glasses as he sat down at his desk, flicking on the desk lamp. As per usual, he'll devise a plan to get out of this situation, even if it took him all night.