A/N: Well, reviewers - THANK YOU! *holds out burnt cookies*. They taste kind of like chicken
though... I don't think you want these. *shruggs and throws cookies in the air* Look its raining
cookies! Okay I'll make brownies this time, and if you review, you get brownies!
The first chapter was in Trunks' point of view, but this chapter switches to plain old 3rd person.
Enjoy!
Chapter Two - "Good Morning, 'Sunshine'..."
Bulma frowned and watched her husband scarf down the waffles she had made for breakfast.
Pretty soon there would be none left, and Trunks hadn't even come down to eat yet. Bra was
eating a smaller version of a saiyan size meal. 'Smaller version' meaning it was still too much
for the average human to handle, but just perfect for Bra. As she ate she was on the phone, and
Bulma presumed that she was talking to Pan. The two girls were pretty much inseparable.
"Bra," Bulma said, and waited for her attention.
"Hold on a sec, Pan," Bra said as she looked up at her mother. "Yeah?"
"Where is your brother?"
"I don't think he came home last night," Bra replied. "Or at least if he did, he wasn't in his room
this morning."
Bulma put her hand on her hip and frowned again. It was unlike her son to stay overnight at
Capsule Corporation, and it was also unlike him to get up early and go to work without breakfast.
Bra went back to her conversation as Bulma went back to her cooking and wondered just where
her son could be. 'He better not be up to anything,' she thought to herself, knowing the elaborate
pranks at work that Trunks had been known to pull in years past. But at the same time she was
worried.
"Bra," she said finally, turning back to her daughter, who was still on the phone. "When you get a
chance, could you go see what's keeping him? It's Saturday, he's not supposed to be in the
office today."
"Sure, I'll go in a bit," Bra replied. Then she turned back to the phone. "Wanna come with me,
Pan? It won't take long. Then we can go out."
"Alright," Pan agreed. "I'll be over in a few minutes."
Pan arrived about ten minutes later, and she and Bra flew to Capsule Corp. Had they walked
and went through the parking lot, they would have seen a smashed water cooler occupying Marie
the Pissy Bitch's parking space. But instead the girls flew directly to the entrance. Capsule
Corp. was deserted on the beautiful Saturday morning, so they knew they didn't really have to
worry about being seen flying. They took the elevator to the top floor - the 12th floor - where
Trunks' office was. They exited the elevator and walked down the hall to the entrance to his
office.
They didn't bother knocking as they opened the door and walked right in. Trunks wasn't at his
desk. Pan scanned the office and spotted him sleeping on the couch.
"Shall we wake him?" Bra asked. The question seemed innocent enough. But once the girls'
eyes met, their lips donned mischievous grins.
"We definitely should," Pan agreed in a voice that, had Trunks been awake, he would have run
from the room in fear of his life.
The girls ran towards the couch and jumped on it... and Trunks.
Trunks eyes immediately shot open, and he looked startled to say the least. Pan was on top of
him, straddling his stomach and smacking his cheeks lightly to wake him up. Bra was sitting on
his legs, tickling his feet. It took a moment for Trunks to realize where he was and what was
going on. He jerked his legs out from under Bra, and she fell to the floor with the force of it.
"Oww Trunks," Bra said as she stood up. "We were only trying to wake you, brother dearest."
"By jumping on me and scaring the hell out of me?!" Trunks' heart was beating out of his chest.
"Yeah," Bra said simply, playing innocent. "We didn't think you would mind."
Trunks ran his hands through his hair and laid his head back on the arm of the couch. "You
know," he began, "I normally wouldn't mind two twenty-two year old girls pouncing on me, but
you're my sister, so I mind! And you're..." He trailed off as he looked at Pan and smirked, "you
can pounce on me anytime, babe."
She laughed. "Thanks, I think I'll take you up on that offer." She winked at him playfully. The
two of them always joked around like that.
He laughed and let his eyes wander over to the clock. 9:12.
"Nine-twelve?!" He stood up quickly, and this time it was Pan's turn to fall to the floor. Slightly
annoyed and flustered after her fall, she crossed her arms over her chest and blew strands of
hair out of her face as Trunks disappeared to his bathroom. He emerged a few seconds later,
hopping around with one leg in a pair of pants and trying to get his other leg into the second
leg-hole.
"What are you in such a hurry for?" Bra asked. "Last time I checked, you worked Monday
through Friday, from nine to five."
"And you didn't live here either," Pan added with a frown, noting the fresh suit he was putting on.
Apparently Trunks had a closet full of extra suits, as well as a shower in his personal bathroom, a
TV across from his couch, and a refrigerator full of food.
"I don't live here," he grumbled angrily as he finished buttoning his shirt. "Maybe I work hard
until all hours of the night trying to finish everything that the President and CEO of Capsule
Corporation is supposed to do, okay?!"
Pan took a step back as he briskly walked past her into the bathroom to brush his teeth. She
was a little hurt and confused by his words and the way he snapped out at her. Bra was his
sister, and used to these kinds of things. But he never talked like that to Pan.
"Sorry," she mumbled. She knew he didn't hear her though. He was in the bathroom, combing
his hair now.
"And Bra," he said when he came out of the bathroom, "I'm in a hurry because I have an
appointment for a brunch at 9:30. That's in fifteen minutes."
"A date?" Bra asked hopefully. Just like her mother desperately wanted grandchildren, Bra
desperately wanted nieces and nephews. Afterall, her 34 year old brother may have those
youthful good looks, but the truth of the matter was that he just wasn't getting any younger.
Trunks only snorted at the idea.
"No," he said bitterly, "A brunch with a new client."
"Oh." Bra said as she sunk down on the couch and watched her brother get ready.
Trunks put on his shoes and then grabbed a tie off the rack and began to fumble with it. He was
in such a hurry that he couldn't get his hands to cooperate and tie it. He looked up at Pan and
gave her puppy-dog eyes. Instantly his brow deepened with confusion and concern - Pan looked
kind of lost and upset. She snapped out of it when she realized he was looking at her though,
and came over and fixed his tie for him with a weak smile.
"Thanks Pan," he said as he grabbed his briefcase and ran to the door. "Bra, lock up please?"
With that he flew down the stairwell, deciding against waiting for the slow elevator.
"I love it how he says bye," Bra complained about Trunks' lack of good-bye.
"He was just in a hurry," Pan said, "I'm sure he meant to say it."
"Pan, he's always like this now! He's always too busy in work, doing things that don't need to be
done, going to stupid client brunches on weekends..." She stood up and grabbed her purse. "He
doesn't have time to have fun anymore. Last night was just the first of the many times where he
will turn down a night of fun for a night of work, you know that don't you?"
"Bra, maybe he's just been really busy," Pan reasoned. "He is the President and CEO of
Capsule Corporation! Of course he's going to be busy now and then."
"He was never this busy before," Bra argued.
"Well...," Pan said, trying to think of why he could be so busy, "Maybe he's just... busy. I don't
know."
"Real good argument, Pan," Bra said sarcastically. "Anyway, let's go shopping or get ice cream
or something."
"Sounds good to me."
Bra took a set of keys out of her purse and locked up Trunks' office. They turned around and
began to walk down the hall, looking for the window that led to the courtyard. They would go out
that one and then fly from the roof.
"Hey," Bra said, motioning towards an empty space between two potted tree plants in the office.
"Didn't there used to be a water cooler there?"
Pan looked at the spot she was pointing to and shrugged. "Maybe it broke," she said. "Who
cares though, the water in that thing was never cold anyway."
"Yeah," Bra agreed, "And there were never any cups."
"Yeah, that too," Pan said, shrugging. "Maybe they just trashed the thing then, because it was so
useless."
They shrugged and climbed out the window, levitating in the air as they closed it, and then flew
to the roof and took off.
While in flight, Pan couldn't help but wonder about Trunks. He was snappy and grumpy today. It
had pissed her off. But some part of her still felt bad that Trunks was being strangled and
completely bogged down by his work. 'But did he have to be so rude?' She thought. She shook
her head, as if to shake the thoughts away, and concentrated on the flight to the mall. She
realized that Bra had been talking about some cute shoes that she wanted to get, and so she
pretended like she'd been listening. But she still couldn't stop thinking about Trunks.
A/N: Okay, that was chapter two! Thank you for reviewing the first chapter, would you mind
reviewing again? Reviews make me happy! Happy happy happy! By the way...
I'll thank all of my reviewers by name just to show that I appreciate their opinions and words of
encouragement. A big huge THANKS to readers: 'cat', 'Me, the DBZ Fanfic Reader' (you know
who you are), 'Druid', and 'ann'.
And thanks to the signed-in authors: SuperSayainforTrunks, Sam, Madrin, gWeN, Melfina-Pan, and
ills. (I checked out signed-in author's fics! Found some real good ones, too!)
Review review review everyone! I love reading them. Get creative! Curse me off! I don't care!
(as long as you're joking when you curse me off... otherwise I'll cry like a baby.) I just like going
and finding new reviews and reading them. Its fun!
If you want a brownie, fill out the review box!
though... I don't think you want these. *shruggs and throws cookies in the air* Look its raining
cookies! Okay I'll make brownies this time, and if you review, you get brownies!
The first chapter was in Trunks' point of view, but this chapter switches to plain old 3rd person.
Enjoy!
Chapter Two - "Good Morning, 'Sunshine'..."
Bulma frowned and watched her husband scarf down the waffles she had made for breakfast.
Pretty soon there would be none left, and Trunks hadn't even come down to eat yet. Bra was
eating a smaller version of a saiyan size meal. 'Smaller version' meaning it was still too much
for the average human to handle, but just perfect for Bra. As she ate she was on the phone, and
Bulma presumed that she was talking to Pan. The two girls were pretty much inseparable.
"Bra," Bulma said, and waited for her attention.
"Hold on a sec, Pan," Bra said as she looked up at her mother. "Yeah?"
"Where is your brother?"
"I don't think he came home last night," Bra replied. "Or at least if he did, he wasn't in his room
this morning."
Bulma put her hand on her hip and frowned again. It was unlike her son to stay overnight at
Capsule Corporation, and it was also unlike him to get up early and go to work without breakfast.
Bra went back to her conversation as Bulma went back to her cooking and wondered just where
her son could be. 'He better not be up to anything,' she thought to herself, knowing the elaborate
pranks at work that Trunks had been known to pull in years past. But at the same time she was
worried.
"Bra," she said finally, turning back to her daughter, who was still on the phone. "When you get a
chance, could you go see what's keeping him? It's Saturday, he's not supposed to be in the
office today."
"Sure, I'll go in a bit," Bra replied. Then she turned back to the phone. "Wanna come with me,
Pan? It won't take long. Then we can go out."
"Alright," Pan agreed. "I'll be over in a few minutes."
Pan arrived about ten minutes later, and she and Bra flew to Capsule Corp. Had they walked
and went through the parking lot, they would have seen a smashed water cooler occupying Marie
the Pissy Bitch's parking space. But instead the girls flew directly to the entrance. Capsule
Corp. was deserted on the beautiful Saturday morning, so they knew they didn't really have to
worry about being seen flying. They took the elevator to the top floor - the 12th floor - where
Trunks' office was. They exited the elevator and walked down the hall to the entrance to his
office.
They didn't bother knocking as they opened the door and walked right in. Trunks wasn't at his
desk. Pan scanned the office and spotted him sleeping on the couch.
"Shall we wake him?" Bra asked. The question seemed innocent enough. But once the girls'
eyes met, their lips donned mischievous grins.
"We definitely should," Pan agreed in a voice that, had Trunks been awake, he would have run
from the room in fear of his life.
The girls ran towards the couch and jumped on it... and Trunks.
Trunks eyes immediately shot open, and he looked startled to say the least. Pan was on top of
him, straddling his stomach and smacking his cheeks lightly to wake him up. Bra was sitting on
his legs, tickling his feet. It took a moment for Trunks to realize where he was and what was
going on. He jerked his legs out from under Bra, and she fell to the floor with the force of it.
"Oww Trunks," Bra said as she stood up. "We were only trying to wake you, brother dearest."
"By jumping on me and scaring the hell out of me?!" Trunks' heart was beating out of his chest.
"Yeah," Bra said simply, playing innocent. "We didn't think you would mind."
Trunks ran his hands through his hair and laid his head back on the arm of the couch. "You
know," he began, "I normally wouldn't mind two twenty-two year old girls pouncing on me, but
you're my sister, so I mind! And you're..." He trailed off as he looked at Pan and smirked, "you
can pounce on me anytime, babe."
She laughed. "Thanks, I think I'll take you up on that offer." She winked at him playfully. The
two of them always joked around like that.
He laughed and let his eyes wander over to the clock. 9:12.
"Nine-twelve?!" He stood up quickly, and this time it was Pan's turn to fall to the floor. Slightly
annoyed and flustered after her fall, she crossed her arms over her chest and blew strands of
hair out of her face as Trunks disappeared to his bathroom. He emerged a few seconds later,
hopping around with one leg in a pair of pants and trying to get his other leg into the second
leg-hole.
"What are you in such a hurry for?" Bra asked. "Last time I checked, you worked Monday
through Friday, from nine to five."
"And you didn't live here either," Pan added with a frown, noting the fresh suit he was putting on.
Apparently Trunks had a closet full of extra suits, as well as a shower in his personal bathroom, a
TV across from his couch, and a refrigerator full of food.
"I don't live here," he grumbled angrily as he finished buttoning his shirt. "Maybe I work hard
until all hours of the night trying to finish everything that the President and CEO of Capsule
Corporation is supposed to do, okay?!"
Pan took a step back as he briskly walked past her into the bathroom to brush his teeth. She
was a little hurt and confused by his words and the way he snapped out at her. Bra was his
sister, and used to these kinds of things. But he never talked like that to Pan.
"Sorry," she mumbled. She knew he didn't hear her though. He was in the bathroom, combing
his hair now.
"And Bra," he said when he came out of the bathroom, "I'm in a hurry because I have an
appointment for a brunch at 9:30. That's in fifteen minutes."
"A date?" Bra asked hopefully. Just like her mother desperately wanted grandchildren, Bra
desperately wanted nieces and nephews. Afterall, her 34 year old brother may have those
youthful good looks, but the truth of the matter was that he just wasn't getting any younger.
Trunks only snorted at the idea.
"No," he said bitterly, "A brunch with a new client."
"Oh." Bra said as she sunk down on the couch and watched her brother get ready.
Trunks put on his shoes and then grabbed a tie off the rack and began to fumble with it. He was
in such a hurry that he couldn't get his hands to cooperate and tie it. He looked up at Pan and
gave her puppy-dog eyes. Instantly his brow deepened with confusion and concern - Pan looked
kind of lost and upset. She snapped out of it when she realized he was looking at her though,
and came over and fixed his tie for him with a weak smile.
"Thanks Pan," he said as he grabbed his briefcase and ran to the door. "Bra, lock up please?"
With that he flew down the stairwell, deciding against waiting for the slow elevator.
"I love it how he says bye," Bra complained about Trunks' lack of good-bye.
"He was just in a hurry," Pan said, "I'm sure he meant to say it."
"Pan, he's always like this now! He's always too busy in work, doing things that don't need to be
done, going to stupid client brunches on weekends..." She stood up and grabbed her purse. "He
doesn't have time to have fun anymore. Last night was just the first of the many times where he
will turn down a night of fun for a night of work, you know that don't you?"
"Bra, maybe he's just been really busy," Pan reasoned. "He is the President and CEO of
Capsule Corporation! Of course he's going to be busy now and then."
"He was never this busy before," Bra argued.
"Well...," Pan said, trying to think of why he could be so busy, "Maybe he's just... busy. I don't
know."
"Real good argument, Pan," Bra said sarcastically. "Anyway, let's go shopping or get ice cream
or something."
"Sounds good to me."
Bra took a set of keys out of her purse and locked up Trunks' office. They turned around and
began to walk down the hall, looking for the window that led to the courtyard. They would go out
that one and then fly from the roof.
"Hey," Bra said, motioning towards an empty space between two potted tree plants in the office.
"Didn't there used to be a water cooler there?"
Pan looked at the spot she was pointing to and shrugged. "Maybe it broke," she said. "Who
cares though, the water in that thing was never cold anyway."
"Yeah," Bra agreed, "And there were never any cups."
"Yeah, that too," Pan said, shrugging. "Maybe they just trashed the thing then, because it was so
useless."
They shrugged and climbed out the window, levitating in the air as they closed it, and then flew
to the roof and took off.
While in flight, Pan couldn't help but wonder about Trunks. He was snappy and grumpy today. It
had pissed her off. But some part of her still felt bad that Trunks was being strangled and
completely bogged down by his work. 'But did he have to be so rude?' She thought. She shook
her head, as if to shake the thoughts away, and concentrated on the flight to the mall. She
realized that Bra had been talking about some cute shoes that she wanted to get, and so she
pretended like she'd been listening. But she still couldn't stop thinking about Trunks.
A/N: Okay, that was chapter two! Thank you for reviewing the first chapter, would you mind
reviewing again? Reviews make me happy! Happy happy happy! By the way...
I'll thank all of my reviewers by name just to show that I appreciate their opinions and words of
encouragement. A big huge THANKS to readers: 'cat', 'Me, the DBZ Fanfic Reader' (you know
who you are), 'Druid', and 'ann'.
And thanks to the signed-in authors: SuperSayainforTrunks, Sam, Madrin, gWeN, Melfina-Pan, and
ills. (I checked out signed-in author's fics! Found some real good ones, too!)
Review review review everyone! I love reading them. Get creative! Curse me off! I don't care!
(as long as you're joking when you curse me off... otherwise I'll cry like a baby.) I just like going
and finding new reviews and reading them. Its fun!
If you want a brownie, fill out the review box!