Trunks sat back in his leather office chair and sighed. There are two names left to choose from…He closed his ice blue eyes and rubbed his temples. Both applicants were equal in quality. The first was a girl named Tiffany Elbategev from Maine and the other was a Geo Travnich from Oregon. He tried to think who would make the better choice, but he could come to no decision. He wished this were as easy as picking the student who would be working the mechanical and computer department.
The person he had picked was a junior named Andrea Atreides. She was at the top of her class in everything with a GPA well over 4.0.
But this was just a lot more difficult. Maybe I should ask mom. She is good with stuff like this. He pressed the intercom button on his desk. "Please page my mother," he instructed his secretary.
"Sure thing," she replied.
He sat up straight in his desk and sorted out the applications before his mother arrived. She hated messes. "Trunks? You needed me?" asked Bulma Briefs, Trunk's eternally beautiful mother with her shoulder length turquoise hair and sparkling blue eyes, as she walked in the door.
"Uh yeah," he said as he filed the last of the applicants. "It's about the American scholarship program. Everything's been going great. I still like the idea and all, but I'm having trouble selecting the winner of the Client Associations Program. I have already selected the other one."
Bulma looked at the selected scholarship winner for the Computer and Mechanics program. "A girl?" she asked, impressed. "Wow, this should be interesting. It'll be nice to have a girl on the team."
"Yeah," Trunks began, "She's at the top of her class in like everything. It was kind of hard not to select her."
Bulma nodded understandingly. "I see. Now what was the difficulty again?"
Trunks handed the two résumés to his mother. "I just can't decide."
She looked them over thoroughly and handed back the winning one. "I believe I have found the correct choice."
Trunks looked it over. "So this Tiffany girl is the one? How do you know?"
Bulma smiled. "That's easy! Firstly, I think she has friendly handwriting, and secondly, she appears to be from the same school as this Andrea girl. So I can only assume that this girl is well educated as well. And I think having a boy and a girl winner would be a bit awkward, especially since they will be sharing a room." She winked at Trunks. "I'm glad I could help."
"C'mon! We're going to be late! The girls will be at the airport in fifteen minutes!" yelled Trunks, very frustrated at his family, as he stood in the doorway, ready to go.
Just then, his father, Vegeta, a rather small, but compact spiky black-haired man walked in the room, an entertained smirk laid across his face. "What are you screaming about, boy?"
Trunks's eyes widened as he noticed his father was only in his spandex uniform he used to train in. "Dad! We have to pick up the American scholarship winners today! Why aren't you ready?"
Vegeta folded his arms. "Oops. I must have forgotten," he explained smugly.
Trunks rolled his eyes. "Whatever. Bra! Mom! I'll be in the limo," he yelled as he ran out the door. He quickly jogged over to the limo to find his mother and sister had already been seated.
"Where were you big bro?" asked Bra, Trunk's younger sister and nearly a twin to his mother, smiling devilishly as he got in.
Trunks shook his head. "You snuck out the back door again? Ugh! What is with your petty games?" He tapped on the glass. "Driver, to the airport."
"Yes, sir," he replied as they quickly sped away.
"Where are they?" asked Tiffany as she tapped her foot impatiently. "We already have all our luggage and they haven't arrived yet." She flipped her perfectly permmed, shoulder length, auburn hair, as she rolled her dark green eyes. "Well at least I have you to keep me company, Andy."
Andy nodded and smiled, her bright blue eyes twinkled. "Yeah we were lucky to both be chosen. How often are two good friends able to be picked to go to a scholarship program halfway around the world together?"
"Yes," agreed Tiffany. "We are lucky. But friend or no friend, I'm going to tell you once again, you look much better with your hair down and your bangs out of your face."
Andy shrugged. "Whatever," she said as she readjusted the duffle bag hung over her shoulder.
Tiffany picked at a loose strand of Andy's dark red hair. "At least let me fix it before they get here."
Andy rolled her eyes. "If it will make you shut up."
Tiffany giggled as she pulled a brush out of her purse and began to brush Andy's hair. "At least you have a nice outfit on," she complimented, referring to Andy's khaki pants and navy blue sweater.
"Of course, I'm still much more fashionable," she explained, talking about her own black miniskirt and white blouse. "All done," she stated as she stepped back to admire her work. "I'm so talented. I can even do a ponytail justice."
Andy shrugged. "Well thank you. But uh, isn't that them?" she asked pointing to the Capsule Corp. President and his family.
Bulma immediately recognized them from the pictures. "Oh, there're our girls!" she said to Trunks and Bra.
Tiffany elbowed Andrea. "That Trunks really is a cutie. It's too bad I already have Joey."
Andy laughed. "You wish."
Trunks walked up to them and outstretched his hand, blushing slightly, and looking extremely nervous. "You must be Andrea," he said to her.
Andrea met his hand with a firm grip. "Call me Andy."
"Andy, right," he said shyly.
"My, aren't we soft spoken for a President of such a large company," Tiffany laughed. "I'm joking! I'm Tiffany."
"Right, you're Tiffany Elbategev…"
Bra looked Tiffany over, noticing her fashion sense. "I'm Bra Briefs and I can see we'll get along well." She looked at Andrea as well. "And the same with you."
Tiffany pointed her thumb towards Andy. "Oh, this one over here only dresses up for occasions."
Andy glared at Tiffany cock-eyed. "Cute, really, Tiff."
Bulma looked at the two. "Do you two know each other?"
Tiffany giggled a second time. "We grew up together!"
Bulma smiled. "I'm glad. It'll probably make the transition a lot easier for you both." She glanced down at her watch. "Well we had best get a move on. The limo is waiting."
Andrea and Tiffany halted at the remark. "Limo?!"
"Yeah, our private limo," Bra replied nonchalantly.
The two new girls exchanged looks and shrugged as they followed their new temporary family out of the airport.
"What do you think of this place?" asked Andy as she packed her clothes into her dresser.
"It's really nice! Everything is so high quality. These people really are loaded," Tiffany exclaimed as she plopped onto her bed.
Andrea plopped onto her bed, which was beside Tiffany's. "That's not what I meant. I mean do you like the atmosphere? How about the people?"
Tiffany nodded. "They seem nice enough. I bet I'll become friends with Bra. Or at least I hope."
"Yeah she seems nice." Andrea yawned. "The time zone difference has got me so off schedule, it's ridiculous. I really need a nap. But I have a feeling we'll be having some visitors soon, so I better not get too comfortable."
And sure enough, there was a knock on their door. "I'll get it!" Tiffany called as she walked to open the door. When she opened it, she found Trunks standing there with a very attractive young woman who looked very familiar.
"Um, This is my girlfriend," explained Trunks. "She stopped over and thought it would be nice to say hi."
The girl stepped in the room. She had wavy blond hair and deep brown eyes. She was very thin. Model thin, in fact. And that's how Tiffany realized that she had indeed seen her before – she was a famous model, and her name was Usagi Segusa. She was the only Japanese model to ever make it big in America. "Oh, it's so darling!" Usagi said, referring to the apartment-like structure the girls were staying in. "Everything is so neat and domestic."
Tiffany took a step back. Okay, someone's shallow.
Usagi smirked at her. Well she's certainly no competition.
Just then Andrea got off the bed and walked over to meet their first guests. "Tiffany, who's this?"
Usagi nearly choked. "Umm… you don't know who I am?"
Andy shook her head. "Should I?"
"I am Usagi Segusa! And-"
Trunks put a hand on her shoulder. "Andy, this is my girlfriend, Usagi. She's a fashion model."
"Oh. Well I don't exactly keep up with fashion," Andy explained while motioning to her simple jeans and T-shirt that she had changed into.
"Obviously," Usagi sneered, as she looked her over.
Trunks pulled her back out the door. "Well, uh, I'll see you girls later. Bye Tiffany, bye Andy."
The two watched as Trunks and Usagi left. "What a bitch," Tiffany commented.
"I'll say," said Andy as she turned back to the bedroom. "But that's rich people for you. I'm taking my nap. See you at dinner, Tiff."
"Okay, goodnight."
