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            "Thank you for the delicious meal, Mrs. Briefs," Andrea said with a polite bow.

            "Yeah, thanks a bunch," Tiffany agreed, doing the same.

Bulma smiled brightly.  "Oh, you two are so polite.  But please, just call me Bulma."

Both girls nodded.

Trunks stood up and dusted his clothes off.  "Tiffany, I need to talk to you about your schedule and how things will be working for you," he said uneasily.  He then looked to Andy.  "I'll talk to you once I'm done with Tiffany."

Tiffany stood up as well.  "Okay.  That's fine.  Are we going now, Mr. Briefs?"

Trunks cringed.  "Uh, just Trunks, okay?  Mr. Briefs makes me feel old.  I'm only twenty-eight."

Tiffany blushed at her mistake.  :Uh, right… So it's Bulma and Trunks and not Mrs. And Mr. Briefs?"

Trunks and Bulma shook their heads.  "Can you go now?" asked Trunks.

"Yeah," Tiffany replied as she walked over to him.

"Okay, then follow me, I'll take you to the business building of Capsule Corp.," Trunks instructed as he began to walk out of the dining room door.  Tiffany obediently followed.  He led her to a long glass hallway that joined the Brief's home to the company building.  They walked through to a set of steel doors, but only after Trunks punched in a long series of buttons on an electronic lock.  When they reached the other side, there was simply a small room with a single elevator in the middle.

"Okay, from here, we go up," he told her as they stepped inside.  He pushed a button that read 7 and was taken there quickly. 

When they reached that floor, a woman who seemed very busy typing at a desk nearby smiled at them.  "Is this one of the scholarship winners?"

Tiffany nodded shyly.  "Yeah, that would be me."

Trunks smiled back at the woman whom Tiff noticed was his secretary.  "This is Tiffany.  And we're going into my office to discuss her stay here.  Please hold all my calls unless they are an emergency."

His secretary nodded and Trunks and Tiffany proceeded to walk into his office.  "Have a seat," he offered as he sat in his own.

Tiffany sat down.  "Okay, so what's up?"

Trunks pulled out a stack of papers from a drawer in his desk and put them down in front of her.  She could barely see him over the papers.  "First, I need you to fill out these forms.  I know there are a lot, but you have a week to complete them.  Until then, you'll just get acquainted with my family and such.  I'm sure this is a real rush for you."

Tiffany nodded.  "Yeah…"

Trunks then pulled out a thin yellow folder from the same drawer.  "However, I'd like you to please read this over before you start on the papers.  This just explains what you'll be doing here at Capsule Corp., and what's to be expected of you.  It's a lot more in-depth than what we sent you in the mail."

Tiffany politely took the folder from him and put it on top of her stack of papers.  "Okay, what next?"

"Well, we're now going to work out your schedule."  He grabbed a sheet of paper out of a tray on his desk and began to write some things on it.  When Tiffany looked to see what it was, it appeared to be a small calendar of sorts.  "Okay," he began, trying to explain what he had written on it, "Your program lasts for four months.  During those four months, you'll go to regular high school Monday, Wednesday, and Friday.  On Tuesday and Thursday, you'll be in our training program set up here.  It lasts from 8 in the morning until 1:30 in the afternoon.  On Saturdays and Sundays, you're free.  And after school you're free as well, just do your homework and be in Capsule Corp. grounds by 11 at night."

Tiffany sighed, a bit tired from being overloaded with all the information.  "Is That all?"

Trunks nodded, silently laughing to himself about how bored Tiffany looked.  "Yeah, just leave the same way you came in, I'll call and have security unlock the door for you."

Tiffany grabbed her papers and slowly walked out the President's door.

"Oh!  One more thing!" he called, looking up.  "Send Andrea up, would you?  And have my mother show her the way."

Tiffany nodded and left.

Tiffany threw her papers onto her dresser as Andy looked on with wide eyes.  "What is all that?"

Tiff smirked.  "Forms.  And I have a feeling you'll have them, too."  She sighed. "Trunks told me to tell you to go find Bulma and meet him in his office."

Andy crossed her arms.  "Now?  It's almost seven o'clock?"

"Yeah, now."

Andy huffed and left their little "apartment".  She looked around, searching for Bulma.  But what she found instead was certainly not Bulma.

"Who the hell are you?" asked a slightly agitated voice from behind her as she walked into the living room.

She spun around.  Standing in front of her was a relatively short man clad in blue spandex with jet-black hair that seemed to defy gravity.

"I'm Andy, one of the scholarship winners."  She stared at him.  "You must be Mr. Briefs.  Bulma told me about you."

Vegeta smirked.  "Hah, Mr. Briefs.  That's funny.  I am Ve—"

"Very much a comedian," Bulma interrupted.  "I'm sorry I was so hard to find, Bra needed help with some homework.  Is there something I can help you with?"

"Yeah, Trunks would like you to take me to his office to give me some papers, I'm pretty sure," she anwered as she glanced at Vegeta uneasily.

"Okay, let's not keep Trunks waiting," Bulma replied.  She glared at Vegeta for a short time then led Andy the same way Trunks had led Tiffany to his office.  When they arrived, Trunks already had Andy's papers and folder waiting for her.  She just simply stared at them as Trunks began to go on about her schedule.  Her schedule was the same as Tiffany's except that her scholarship lasted for six months, not four.

"Do you understand?" asked Trunks.

Andrea shook her head and stood up to leave.  "Yeah…"

"Okay, then, thanks for stopping in."

Andy nodded and walked out the door, but as she closed the door, she immediately reopened it.

"Uh… I don't know how to say this, but thank you for choosing me for this scholarship.  It's quite an honor to be here," she said to Trunks.

Trunks blushed, something he's found himself doing quite a few times today.  "Well from your records here, you earned it."

Andy looked at the floor, almost as if she were angry.  "Well, yeah, thanks.  I guess I did…"  And she walked out.

Vegeta gazed at the long red hair in his hand.  He smelled it.  There was definitely something odd about that girl.  She smelled oddly familiar, and there was something about her that made him feel uneasy.  And judging from the scent on her clothes from when he met her, her friend was the same way.  They smelled liked something he felt he should recognize, but he just couldn't think of it.  He tossed the hair onto the ground in frustration.  Maybe it was just his territorial instincts kicking in.  These people did come from a different part of the world.  Maybe it was just her foreign scent that was setting him off.  But why would it bother him so much?  He'd come in contact with many different creatures on many different planets and never had he been so alert or keyed up at a single scent.  Well no matter, he could guarantee that he would find out what it was.  Vegeta never let things bug him for long.