Yep, you read the title and think you're so smooth, but, you're wrong again!!!! I might actually explain this title...one day.
Okay, you guys, I finally started a new fic...impossible to believe, I know, but I did, in fact, do it. Anyway, it's about Videl leaving Gohan, blah blah...I bounced it off of HANDS CLEAN, by Burned Vamp, so be my guest if you wanna go have a look-see.
I seemed to have forgotten about an allusion I made way back in chapter 11.
*Refering to Marron's big plan* "It was perfect; flawless; unsinkable." I was attempting to allude to the Titanic. If you know anything about it, that's what everyone said...right before it smacked into a huge iceberg. It was also foreshadowing. Anyway, thanks to Blueydmnstr for reminding me.
Chapter XIIII - Of Destruction and Rebirth...
Trunks opened his eyes. He had been falling asleep all day. His mother had nagged him to return to work for three days straight, and he had finally done so. Not that he was happy about it, but there wasn't too much he could do. Sure, he could have refused, which would have upset her, and then that would have set his father off. No one messed with Vegeta's mate. He knew he needed it anyway. He had to get out of the house, had try to recover and such.
Capsule Corp. was not the best place for his recovery. His newest secretary was annoying the Hell out of him, which brought him back to Rayne. Yes...Rayne. He absentmindedly wondered what she was doing right then. 'Probably planning her wedding,' he answered his own question. He couldn't believe that he had actually asked her to marry him. But then again, desperate situations did call for desperate measures.
He looked longingly at the window, and wondered what new type of glass his mother had built it with. Nothing that a Saiyan couldn't somehow break, he was sure.
He jumped as the phone rang, then cleared his throat as he answered it, "Briefs here." There were mumbling sounds. "No, Mom, I haven't done anything to her." A pause, followed by yelling. "Well how should I know? I barely spoke three words to the woman when I walked in." Trunks moved the phone a foot away from his ear and was still able to make out every word she said. He spoke into he receiver, "Mom, as far as I know, she's still out there." *Pause.* "Alright, I'll go check." He set the phone down, and went out of his office, only to find an empty desk, and a note.
Dear Mr. Briefs,
"What? That's it?" He looked around the busy office. "Why didn't anyone inform me that my secretary left?"
No response.
"Well?" Nothing. No one even looked up from their work. "Insubordinate miscreants--" he shut up when he realized that he sounded like his father, then turned and slammed his door. He picked up the phone. "You're right, she's gone."
"Yes, I know that, Trunks. What I don't know is why she's gone. What did you do to her?"
"I didn't do anything. I haven't even heard a word from her since I got in."
"Whatever. Look, I'm giving you one hour to get a new secretary in there, or I'll come and fill her place."
"Fine, Mom. Fine." He felt himself jerk as she hung up on her end, then slammed his own phone into the cradle. "How am I supposed to find a secretary in one hour?" Something on his desk caught his eye. He picked up the little black book. "Guess I'd better get started."
"Gee, Mother, that was kind of harsh," Bura said quietly.
Bulma just shrugged, and left the room.
Bura wasn't sure what had just happened, but she did want to help her brokenhearted brother, so she brought the phone to her ear, and dialed the familiar number. "Hey, Sweetie, I need a favor..."
Trunks rubbed the sides of his eyes with his thumb and forefinger and sighed. Seven minutes. He had exactly seven minutes left to find a secretary before his mother called. How was he supposed to find a secretary on such short notice? He had called all of his past girlfriends, who he thought could fill the job, but they had all refused, for obvious reasons. 'Bura was right,' he thought, 'I am an ass if I can't get one woman to come here and answer the telephone. Hell, she wouldn't even have to work, as long as it kept my mother away.'
As if on cue, there was a light knock on his door.
He groaned. It had to be his mother, though he wasn't sure why she was bothering to knock. "Come in." He nearly fell out of his chair as the blonde entered his office. "M-Marron?"
"Hi, Trunks. Bura said you needed a favor."
"Bura?" Why did his sister care? "Don't you mean she needs help from me?"
"Hmm, is she in need of a topnotch (yes, that actually is one word) secretary?"
"Probably not. So you're here to save me from the wrath of my blue-haired, demon okaasan?"
"Sounds like someone has been hanging around his father a bit much lately, but to answer your question, yes."
"That's great, but why would you want to work here?"
"Well, it's going to be two months before the studio is ready for the decorator, so I might as well help my fellow man while I'm waiting, ne?" Damn, she was a good liar. The truth was, Marron had a plan--a good plan. Marron had an absolutely wonderfully evil...I mean good plan. She was going to find a woman for Trunks. Yessiree Bob! If Trunks got over Rayne, then she could start sleeping at night. And what would that make Marron? HAPPY! (Marron's coo-coo for Coacoa Puffs!)
"When, exactly, did you get back?"
"A few days ago."
He sat quietly for a moment, considering her offer. It wasn't really like he had too many options. "Alright, when can you start?"
"Hrothgar!" she shouted. "This boy is so damned boring. My toenails have seen more action than this!"
"Calm down, Epica. As soon as Marron goes home, we can reveal ourselves and get to work."
Yes, there sat the spirits, Epica atop Trunks computer, and Elese on the cushy couch by the wall.
Epica crossed her arms. "Good. She'd better hurry up and go too. You know what happens when I get restless."
"Yes, you attack unsuspecting people, like a Mrs. Bulma Briefs."
"You know about that?"
"Of course. Now just sit back and relax. I'm sure the day will go by smoothly."
They, too, had plans for the lavender-haired Saiyan Prince.
5:14 p.m. EXACTLY...
"Trunks, do you have anything else for me?" Marron asked over the intercom.
*Buzz.* "No, no, Marron. You're free to go. And thanks."
'Wow, Trunks being civil. This was quite an interesting side effect of him losing Rayne.' *Buzz.* "Alright then, I'll see you in the morning." She gathered her things and left.
"It's about time," Epica proclaimed as she materialized before Trunks. "I was beginning to worry that we would never get to start."
Trunks's eyes nearly popped out of his head. "What--what are you doing? Who are you?"
"The name's Epica, boy." She smiled brightly. "Pleased to meet you." She offered her hand.
"Epica, you're going to give him a heart attack if you aren't careful," Elese warned as she poofed in beside her sister.
Trunks began to regain his composure. "I don't know who the two of you are, but if you don't vacate my office within the next thirty seconds, I will be forced to call security."
"Go ahead, but you'll be making the hugest mistake of your life."
"I'm not so sure the officers would agree with you."
"Don't you want to hear our offer first, Mr. Briefs?"
He smirked. "Offer?"
"Rayne..."
"Rain? You want to offer me some rain?"
Epica rolled her eyes and muttered, "Baka."
"Love," Elese began, "can be quite complicated, unless you have a couple of spirits on your side."
"Spirits?"
"Once guardians of the Earth...now your new best friends," Epica said devilishly.
"Is that so?"
"Absolutely. Tell me, Trunks, what is your heart's desire?"
"Rayne..."
Marron shot off of her couch and onto the floor as the trademark beep, which signified the end-of-day broadcasting filled the speakers of her television. She panted loudly. 'Just another nightmare,' she promised herself.
She looked down at her trembling hands, and brought them to her face. She felt the tears coming. She had never been so scared of sleeping before. But then again, she had never had to experience someone else's pain, until now.
"Damnit, Elese. What was that?"
"I'm sorry. I couldn't stop it." She removed her hands from the temples of a sleeping Trunks, and hopped off of his head board.
"No, I'm sorry I yelled. Don't worry. You'll get it next time. You're just rusty."
Elese sighed. "They're just so damn powerful. So hard to control."
"I know. Now that Dende is increasing our power, though, things will become easier."
"Yes, I hope so, at least. Once we have him prepped, things will be easier to manipulate. I just wish he wasn't a Saiyan. His will is so strong."
"True, but so is mine," Epica assured her sister.
TO THE REVIEWERS:
Legolas luver - Yep, hun. You have been spelling it Legolas luvr. Unless...are you an imposter??!!
BluEydMnstr - Nope, I had Mirai Trunks make them.
M. Trunks: Damnit, Shadow, stop making me look like such a wuss!
Shadow: I'm sorry, Trunks, but you're cookies are just so good!
Anyway, I didn't know they had released it. My friend send me the mp3 the other day, and thought "hey, I can work with this..." Yep, read it after I saw your review. Have you checked out The Festival by SilverInochiBriefs?? It's soooo Funny!
Burned Vamp - I told you, you have to stop beating your head like that. You NEED your brain.
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Heather - Thank you, and you almost had to wait till Tuesday, but I'm nice!
Pink Rabbit - I did it all for the cookie (YEAH) The cookie! (YEAH) So you can take dat cookie and stick it in my YUM! - I'll bet that's your favorite song, ne?? THANKS!
Tainted Fire - Oh, a smart on, but NO!
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shygirl133404 - The lips are sealed, hun, but he's not going to be so bad anymore.
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