Okay, I'm a liar! Trust me, I say a lot of things that I don't mean, or are completely and utterly wrong -_-;; Oh well, sorry, but there will be no babysitting in this chapter. I know, I know, you are welcome to flame me and be horribly disappointed, but I finally figured out what I was going to do with this fic and what the actual *plot* was. (You see, this whole idea of fanfiction having plots is ridiculous, but people keep harping over it, so I thought maybe this time I'd actually try and figure out how to utilize one of these supposed "plots" as you call them.) Anyhoo, I haven't been feeling humorous lately (I won't bore you with details) and I was just watching a bad action movie with Jet Li, and my plot idea came to me!! It was like a light bulb turning on!! ^_^ Sooo…this fic is going to be a bit different now that I've figured out where it's going…
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Usagi sat at her desk, happily typing up letters to different companies. She smiled as her favorite song came on the small radio she was listening to and readjusted her headphones, silently mouthing the words and bobbing her head to the beat. She was so entranced that she didn't notice a man approach her desk.
"Excuse me," the man asked.
Usagi didn't respond.
"Excuse me," he raised his voice.
She still didn't seem to notice.
"Excuse me!" he half-shouted.
She hit the space bar with enthusiasm as the song reached the bridge.
It was only when he pulled the headphones out of the radio that she looked up in surprise. She was met with sharp sapphire eyes framed by long strands of surprisingly lavender hair.
"M-may I help you?" she stammered, feeling her cheeks catch fire.
"I need to speak with Bulma," he said in a clear voice.
"O-okay," she said, still embarrassed. "I think she's in a meeting though, do you want me to give her a message?"
"Are you sure there's no way for me to talk to her? It's important," he persisted.
"Um, I'll try, just a sec," Usagi fumbled with the telephone for a moment before dialing the number that connected her directly to Bulma's office.
"Moshi moshi?" came Bulma's breathless response moments later.
"Moshi moshi Bulma-san, I'm sorry to interrupt but there's someone who wants to see you," Usagi began.
"I'm a bit busy," Bulma said, annoyance bordering her tone. "Who is it?"
"Um, what is your name?" Usagi asked, slightly embarrassed.
"Tell her it's her son," he said, nonplussed.
Bulma had overheard him. "Oh! Usagi-san, tell him to wait just a minute and I'll be right out,"
"She said she'll be out in a minute," Usagi said, hanging up the phone.
He nodded and shoved his hands in his pockets casually. Usagi tried to go back to her typing, but found it very hard to concentrate on. She hadn't know that Bulma had had a son. Well she had known about her one-year-old, (whom she had somehow ended up babysitting last weekend) but she had never heard of a son that was in his twenties.
The door flung open, and Bulma appeared, her usual bright smile in place. "Trunks!" she said, looking slightly annoyed. "It had better be important, I'm up to my ears in complaints from the neighborhood about your father and his gravity room."
"May I speak with you?" he asked while shifting h s eyes to Usagi for a second. She immediately bent her head back down and typed fasted, trying to appear as though she weren't listening.
"Oh, I should introduce you two," Bulma said suddenly, ignoring his request. She walked over to Usagi's desk and grabbed the blonde by the elbow, pulling her to her feet. "Trunks, this my secretary Usagi, Usagi-san, this is my son Trunks,"
"H-hi," she said, blushing furiously.
"Nice to meet you," he said with a faint smile.
"You two are about the same age," Bulma mused. "You aren't seeing anyone, are you Usagi-san?"
"N-no," If it was humanly possible, she blushed harder. "B-but I don't really plan on dating right now," 'Oh that was really smooth Usa-chan, telling the boss you won't date her son…so long cushy job,'
"But you don't like girls, do you?" Bulma asked, raising her eyebrows.
"No!" Usagi fairly shouted, her face turning purple. 'What is this, torture and embarrass Usagi as much as humanly possible day?'
"'Kassan," Trunks cut in. "I really need to speak with you,"
"Oh right!" Bulma said. "We can arrange plans for you two later," she winked.
After they left the room, Usagi collapsed into her chair and slammed her head against her keyboard. "This job is going to kill me," she said to the spacebar.
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"So what's so urgent?" Bulma asked as she and her son walked through one of the many gardens that were housed in Capsule Corps.
"They're coming," he said quietly, studying the ground.
"Y-you mean…?" Bulma's eyes widened a fraction.
He nodded. "We need to be ready to defend ourselves,"
"I'll call Gokou as soon as I can," she stood up straighter, and eyed her future son. "I guess you were right,"
"I don't care about being right, I care about being alive," he replied in the same detached tone.
Her eyes filled with sadness for a moment. "We can do this, I promise everything will be okay,"
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"Are they ready?" A deep male voice said, echoing slightly in the large dark room, lit up only by the monitors and blinking lights of machinery and computers.
"Hai," This voice was male as well, but had a more gravelly tone, making him sound older.
"They will be awakened soon,"
"It will be a truly amazing sight to see them set foot upon this world,"
"Yes, but I have no wish to see that day," the other answered.
Silence entered the room, only filled with the beeps and clicks of the computers.
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Well, since I've now changed everything completely, I'd like to add a few warnings/notes, so if you get all upset or confused, I will simply tell you to reread the bottom of chapter 6, kay? ^_^ This will be a *major* Alternate Universe!!! Ages will be screwed up, and stories/origins/timelines will be ruined!!! Usagi will not be the heroine, she will NOT be granted some big huge new power and save the universe, she will simply be SUPPORTIVE!!! She will remain the main character, but let's be realistic here, she ain't that strong, and I have just taken away her only powers. She is a normal twenty something year old. And expect characters that you like to DIE. As in, really dead, not oh let's just wish him back/ be reborn dead. I mean dead dead. (Oi, I've been reading too many of your fics Flirtatious-chan, I've become all violent death-like ^_^;;) There, I'm done, go away, I must write more. And now bitching about me changing it, or otherwise I will get all happy with the delete button again P