A/N: Thanks for the reviews, i can't believe that you like it! Well here's the next chapter , sorry about the long wait. I'm just really busy! .
Princess Geta: Kosame is a Japanese word and it means 'light rain'.
Oh and thankyou to the rest of you that read and reviewed!^^*
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A well-built figure was leaning against the window pain in deep thought while a smirk played on his face. Finally his company would expand and reach newer heights than ever before, it was marvelous. Looking down at the streets below he could make out the tiny people below living there everyday lives..... same old, same old.
"Father"
The sound broke his lifeless state, how could he not have sensed them come in? He turned towards his two children both desired attention and power, and he would not let them have any. The first was a boy with purple hair shoulder length that he kept back in to a tight ponytail, he was the mature and smarter one of the two but he lacked courage. Surly the company would fall to pieces with his kind hearted ways.
Then there was the younger brat, the spoilt one you could say. She looked just like her mother and that was one thing that made her get her way all the time. She was perfect to take over from him directly but then again in one week the company would be bankrupt and that would be the end of it.
"Are you okay papa?" she smiled sweetly.
He scoffed; here we go again with the sweet and innocent act. There was one point when he would do anything she asked for but he didn't buy it any more. He turned to face his two children at first he could tell that his son, Trunks, was nervous. He could tell the way he fidgeted in his seat as his eyes moved about the room to concentrate on something other than his father or sister. As for the other brat she was staring at him in the face, 'damn her she was just like him...... persistent brat, wasn't she?'
"What do you want," he asked groaning as a headache was coming on pretty fast.
"Well we wanted to know when you are going to retire and leave the company to give to someone else?" she smiled again keeping her eyes linked to his for any sort of movement.
Vegeta knew what was going on right when they stepped into his office, what Bra meant to say was, 'leave so that I can take over from here' fat chance he was going to let them ruin their mothers company.
"Well" she asked wanting to get an answer from him.
"I'm not retiring..... brat" he added. Smirking even wider at her expression. Trunks however remained the same, he did not care for such matters all he desired was to go out and play with his friends, child.
"Why not, you've had enough so-," she stopped immediately, her fathers features were not pleasant ones at all.
"What were you thinking about?" Trunks interrupted. "Something was disturbing you, Father"
He noticed that the boy was very fitting but if only he- "I'm tearing down that building at Lorenz Street for the expansion on the cc."
"You can't do that" he burst out.
'Great now here comes the lecture of human rights' this was just his only weakness, sensitivity.
"Those homeless people live there and you can't do that to them, they'll die out on the streets. Why Vegeta why, can't you---understand what they're going thorough" he pleaded. It was very often when his son would call him by his name.
"Listen boy, I have no interest where they go. For all I care they could wined up dead in the gutter" he stared coldly looking at his son as his face dropped, defeated.
"You don't understand, put your self in their shoes and think for a moment"
"I've made my decision and I suggest you leave" vegeta turned back to the pile of work on his desk and started to browse through them.
"Come on Bra, lets go" he led his sister to the door and walked out.
'Why should I care what happens to those poor fools, they could have been useful rather than sitting on their asses all day and letting some one else do their dirty work. Hnm. Bakas.
"Mr. Brief there is someone that requests to see you sir and he doesn't look to happy" the scrawny voice screeched over the intercom.
"Send him in" came the short quick reply.
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A/N: That's part two; I wonder how vegeta will take to this visitor? Hummm....wait and find out.
Princess Geta: Kosame is a Japanese word and it means 'light rain'.
Oh and thankyou to the rest of you that read and reviewed!^^*
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A well-built figure was leaning against the window pain in deep thought while a smirk played on his face. Finally his company would expand and reach newer heights than ever before, it was marvelous. Looking down at the streets below he could make out the tiny people below living there everyday lives..... same old, same old.
"Father"
The sound broke his lifeless state, how could he not have sensed them come in? He turned towards his two children both desired attention and power, and he would not let them have any. The first was a boy with purple hair shoulder length that he kept back in to a tight ponytail, he was the mature and smarter one of the two but he lacked courage. Surly the company would fall to pieces with his kind hearted ways.
Then there was the younger brat, the spoilt one you could say. She looked just like her mother and that was one thing that made her get her way all the time. She was perfect to take over from him directly but then again in one week the company would be bankrupt and that would be the end of it.
"Are you okay papa?" she smiled sweetly.
He scoffed; here we go again with the sweet and innocent act. There was one point when he would do anything she asked for but he didn't buy it any more. He turned to face his two children at first he could tell that his son, Trunks, was nervous. He could tell the way he fidgeted in his seat as his eyes moved about the room to concentrate on something other than his father or sister. As for the other brat she was staring at him in the face, 'damn her she was just like him...... persistent brat, wasn't she?'
"What do you want," he asked groaning as a headache was coming on pretty fast.
"Well we wanted to know when you are going to retire and leave the company to give to someone else?" she smiled again keeping her eyes linked to his for any sort of movement.
Vegeta knew what was going on right when they stepped into his office, what Bra meant to say was, 'leave so that I can take over from here' fat chance he was going to let them ruin their mothers company.
"Well" she asked wanting to get an answer from him.
"I'm not retiring..... brat" he added. Smirking even wider at her expression. Trunks however remained the same, he did not care for such matters all he desired was to go out and play with his friends, child.
"Why not, you've had enough so-," she stopped immediately, her fathers features were not pleasant ones at all.
"What were you thinking about?" Trunks interrupted. "Something was disturbing you, Father"
He noticed that the boy was very fitting but if only he- "I'm tearing down that building at Lorenz Street for the expansion on the cc."
"You can't do that" he burst out.
'Great now here comes the lecture of human rights' this was just his only weakness, sensitivity.
"Those homeless people live there and you can't do that to them, they'll die out on the streets. Why Vegeta why, can't you---understand what they're going thorough" he pleaded. It was very often when his son would call him by his name.
"Listen boy, I have no interest where they go. For all I care they could wined up dead in the gutter" he stared coldly looking at his son as his face dropped, defeated.
"You don't understand, put your self in their shoes and think for a moment"
"I've made my decision and I suggest you leave" vegeta turned back to the pile of work on his desk and started to browse through them.
"Come on Bra, lets go" he led his sister to the door and walked out.
'Why should I care what happens to those poor fools, they could have been useful rather than sitting on their asses all day and letting some one else do their dirty work. Hnm. Bakas.
"Mr. Brief there is someone that requests to see you sir and he doesn't look to happy" the scrawny voice screeched over the intercom.
"Send him in" came the short quick reply.
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A/N: That's part two; I wonder how vegeta will take to this visitor? Hummm....wait and find out.