Goten firmly grasped the back of Trunks shirt as the two boys made their way through the maze that was the main office of Capsule Corp. Men and women bustled between desks, passing memos, checking files, shouting the latest stock reports. Goten's eyes were wide as he observed the frenzied activity. However, Trunks seemed nonplused, having grown up in this atmosphere.
The pair of boys made their way towards the giant oak doors at the opposite side of the office. Trunks came to a stop in front of the desk that stood in front of his mother's private office. The woman behind the desk was typing furiously at the keyboard before her, her eyes fixed on the glowing monitor in front of her. Her glasses reflected the blue light of the screen. Her pink hair was pulled into a messy bun, dozens of escaped wisps blowing in the office air conditioning. She was oblivious to the children in front of her.
Trunks held his fist to his mouth and softly cleared his throat. "Tereda-san?"
Megumi Tereda, personal secretary to Bulma Briefs, glanced away from the monitor. Her green eyes blinked as they readjusted after the glare from the computer. It took her a brief moment to register the two children. A small smile graced her lips as she recognized her boss's only child.
"Well, good day, Mr. Briefs," she stated formally. "What can I do for you today?"
She leaned forward across her desk, propping herself up on her elbows. Her glasses slid down to the tip of her nose and she studied the two youngsters over the black rims.
Remembering the boy who was still clutching his shirt, Trunks gestured to his best friend who was huddled behind him. "This is my friend, Son Goten. Goten, this is mom's secretary, Tereda Megumi."
"Pleased to meet you," stated Goten in a small, polite voice.
"Likewise," replied Megumi. She tilted her head to the side. "Son, is it? I remember your parents. You look just like your father."
Goten grinned. "I get that a lot."
Trunks spoke up, attempting to steer the conversation back to the matter at hand. "We need your help, Tereda-san."
"I am here to serve you," answered Megumi, gesturing dramatically.
Goten smiled and stepped away from Trunks. He was beginning to like Tereda-san and felt more at ease.
"Do you remember Yamcha-san?" inquired Trunks nervously.
Megumi raised one slender eyebrow. "Your mother's....old friend. Yes, I recall him."
Trunks and Goten glanced at one another before continuing.
"We want to find him a wife."
"I beg your pardon!" exclaimed Megumi incredulously, unable to conceal her shock.
"Uncle Yamcha is lonely," whined Goten.
"We only want to help," added Trunks, once again defending himself.
The secretary leaned back gracefully in her chair, arms folded across her chest. "And how do I fit into this little plot of yours, ne?"
"Well...you're in charge of the company newsletter, right?" asked Trunks.
"Yes," drawled the woman, unsure what that had to do with anything.
"Well, we wanted you to put a personal ad in the newsletter," explained the older boy. "For Uncle Yamcha."
Megumi simply stared at the child.
"There are lots of women who work for the company," continued Trunks. "And I bet lots are single. It shouldn't be too hard to find one for Yamcha-san."
"Isn't that a really cool idea?" asked Goten excitedly. "Trunks is awesome!"
The lavender-haired boy stood a little straighter, basking in his friend's praise.
Megumi shook her head and studied the pair in front of her. "I guess I have no choice. Who could resist two charming young gentlemen such as yourselves?"
She was rewarded with two glowing smiles from the boys.
Megumi turned to Trunks. "Does your mother know about this?"
The child replied by ducking his head and shuffling his feet.
"I take that as a 'no'," she said.
"But you've got to help us!" protested Trunks.
"Please!" begged Goten.
Megumi held up her hands. "I didn't say that I had changed my mind! I'll help. I promise."
The boys let out whoops of triumph and did a quick victory dance. The woman laughed at the two enthusiastic children.
"So what do you need me to do?" she asked.
Trunks leaned forward conspiratorially. "Okay...here's the plan..."
*The following Wednesday*
Bulma and Vegeta sat across the table from one another. The Saiyan was polishing off his seventh sandwich while his wife read the Capsule Corp. newsletter and sipped on hot tea. Bulma's eyes widened as she scanned the paper in her hand.
"Trunks Vegeta Briefs," she hissed softly under her breath.
Vegeta looked up. Whatever his son had done, it must have been bad for his wife to use the child's full name.
"What is it, woman?" barked Vegeta, staring quizzically at his mate.
"Look at what your son has done," she stated cooly, handing him the newsletter.
Vegeta looked down at the paper in the hands, searching for his son's handwork. His eyes fell on a particular paragraph.
Single white male seeking single female.
Name is Yamcha; coach for professional baseball team;
tall, dark, and handsome. Looking for a woman with a
great personality and a love of life. Ready for a serious
relationship. If interested, call:
Megumi Tereda, ext. 7667
or
Trunks Briefs, ext. 2053
Thank you.
Vegeta blinked and reread the paragraph. Then he began to laugh and no amount of threats from his wife could make him stop.
The pair of boys made their way towards the giant oak doors at the opposite side of the office. Trunks came to a stop in front of the desk that stood in front of his mother's private office. The woman behind the desk was typing furiously at the keyboard before her, her eyes fixed on the glowing monitor in front of her. Her glasses reflected the blue light of the screen. Her pink hair was pulled into a messy bun, dozens of escaped wisps blowing in the office air conditioning. She was oblivious to the children in front of her.
Trunks held his fist to his mouth and softly cleared his throat. "Tereda-san?"
Megumi Tereda, personal secretary to Bulma Briefs, glanced away from the monitor. Her green eyes blinked as they readjusted after the glare from the computer. It took her a brief moment to register the two children. A small smile graced her lips as she recognized her boss's only child.
"Well, good day, Mr. Briefs," she stated formally. "What can I do for you today?"
She leaned forward across her desk, propping herself up on her elbows. Her glasses slid down to the tip of her nose and she studied the two youngsters over the black rims.
Remembering the boy who was still clutching his shirt, Trunks gestured to his best friend who was huddled behind him. "This is my friend, Son Goten. Goten, this is mom's secretary, Tereda Megumi."
"Pleased to meet you," stated Goten in a small, polite voice.
"Likewise," replied Megumi. She tilted her head to the side. "Son, is it? I remember your parents. You look just like your father."
Goten grinned. "I get that a lot."
Trunks spoke up, attempting to steer the conversation back to the matter at hand. "We need your help, Tereda-san."
"I am here to serve you," answered Megumi, gesturing dramatically.
Goten smiled and stepped away from Trunks. He was beginning to like Tereda-san and felt more at ease.
"Do you remember Yamcha-san?" inquired Trunks nervously.
Megumi raised one slender eyebrow. "Your mother's....old friend. Yes, I recall him."
Trunks and Goten glanced at one another before continuing.
"We want to find him a wife."
"I beg your pardon!" exclaimed Megumi incredulously, unable to conceal her shock.
"Uncle Yamcha is lonely," whined Goten.
"We only want to help," added Trunks, once again defending himself.
The secretary leaned back gracefully in her chair, arms folded across her chest. "And how do I fit into this little plot of yours, ne?"
"Well...you're in charge of the company newsletter, right?" asked Trunks.
"Yes," drawled the woman, unsure what that had to do with anything.
"Well, we wanted you to put a personal ad in the newsletter," explained the older boy. "For Uncle Yamcha."
Megumi simply stared at the child.
"There are lots of women who work for the company," continued Trunks. "And I bet lots are single. It shouldn't be too hard to find one for Yamcha-san."
"Isn't that a really cool idea?" asked Goten excitedly. "Trunks is awesome!"
The lavender-haired boy stood a little straighter, basking in his friend's praise.
Megumi shook her head and studied the pair in front of her. "I guess I have no choice. Who could resist two charming young gentlemen such as yourselves?"
She was rewarded with two glowing smiles from the boys.
Megumi turned to Trunks. "Does your mother know about this?"
The child replied by ducking his head and shuffling his feet.
"I take that as a 'no'," she said.
"But you've got to help us!" protested Trunks.
"Please!" begged Goten.
Megumi held up her hands. "I didn't say that I had changed my mind! I'll help. I promise."
The boys let out whoops of triumph and did a quick victory dance. The woman laughed at the two enthusiastic children.
"So what do you need me to do?" she asked.
Trunks leaned forward conspiratorially. "Okay...here's the plan..."
*The following Wednesday*
Bulma and Vegeta sat across the table from one another. The Saiyan was polishing off his seventh sandwich while his wife read the Capsule Corp. newsletter and sipped on hot tea. Bulma's eyes widened as she scanned the paper in her hand.
"Trunks Vegeta Briefs," she hissed softly under her breath.
Vegeta looked up. Whatever his son had done, it must have been bad for his wife to use the child's full name.
"What is it, woman?" barked Vegeta, staring quizzically at his mate.
"Look at what your son has done," she stated cooly, handing him the newsletter.
Vegeta looked down at the paper in the hands, searching for his son's handwork. His eyes fell on a particular paragraph.
Single white male seeking single female.
Name is Yamcha; coach for professional baseball team;
tall, dark, and handsome. Looking for a woman with a
great personality and a love of life. Ready for a serious
relationship. If interested, call:
Megumi Tereda, ext. 7667
or
Trunks Briefs, ext. 2053
Thank you.
Vegeta blinked and reread the paragraph. Then he began to laugh and no amount of threats from his wife could make him stop.