After the task of cleaning my office. I meet my mother at the chair meeting
getting evil stares from her now and then. I some how felt the guilt build
up inside of me. I knew I was wrong for my actions but my sayian pride
wouldn't let me admit it. I squirm in my leather chair under the gaze of
my mother. I attempted to take notes from the meeting to seem busy but to
my avail it wasn't easy.
After the long meeting I sat as everyone left not moving an inch. My mother didn't move either. I twirled my yellow wooden pencil amazed at how many teeth marks I put into it. My mother came up behind me and grab my shoulder as I seem to calm down a little. She sensed my sorrow as I study the pencil I still twirl in my hands.
"I know you so well Trunks! You can say it is my mother senses I enquire over these years." Bulma said watching her son squirm in his chair.
"Your heart is big Trunks but there are times you need to use that hearts of yours. It always gave you life but one day it give you another life and you'll understand that in the long run!" my mother said as I felt confused by her words. Sayians were meant to be cold and ruthless. Though I'm half human it seemed as if my sayian heritage and culture would show more. I felt weak hearing my mother say those precise words. I felt my dignity soar down into a concrete surface. I am a Prince of Sayians yet no matter how strong I was physically it seem my mother always knew how to hit me hard mentally.
I heard the door click shut realizing she left the over decorated corporate room. I sat in mine leather chair contemplating about my life as I twirl that same wooden pencil. To everyone I was Trunks Briefs the one with all the pretty girls, richest aspects and the party guy who would attend all the booze parties they ever have ending up with the girls in my bed those party nights. But was it really me? I was raised to be the rich kid on the block yet I tasted something more. My thoughts were broken as the wooden antique clocked chimed letting everyone know it was 5:00 o'clock. I quickly rose from my chair I accompany for so long and headed my way to my office. As I walked I heard nothing but my footsteps throughout the halls of C.C. It sounded peaceful as I walked my way getting closer to my office as I turned the corner and entered my office. The smell of fresh lemons enter my nostrils as I noticed the janitor scrubbing the elegant marble floors. I smile a little feeling sympathy for the poor man. Who would apply for such a job unless you really needed the money. I walked slowly to my desk not wanting to slip on the wet floor.
"Oh I'm so sorry Mr. Briefs I was just finishing up in here!" the poor man said slowly rising from his knees that were on the hard marble floor.
I smiled politely nodding my head respected the old man.
"I never seen you so late in your office Mr. Briefs? You must have a big project to work on!" he said as I noticed his small dirty red name tag clipped to his blue uniform.
"I sure do Mr. Ruffles. My life is my big project!" I said slumping myself on my chair as he looked shocked by me calling his name. I smiled pointing to his clip as he smiled back nodding his head realizing he still had it on even after 5:00 o'clock.
"You seem upset Mr. Briefs. I'm sure you'll get her back!" Ruffles said making me realize everyone had probably heard about my actions with Melissa. I looked at him as he smiled his brown aching eyes sparkling.
"You know Mr. Briefs there is saying that might help you feel better about loosing her!" he said as I nodded my head waiting for his response.
"To the world you may be one person but to one person you may be the world!" he said slowly picking up his mops and rags walking slowly out my office doors.
I never heard such wisdom come from a poor man whose job acquired cleaning toilet bowls and scrubbing dirty floors from higher society and educated people who show no mercy to his kind of people. It seem so irrelevant to hear those words and for some reason I took it to heart. I knew I didn't really love Melissa or any other girls I have ever dated. All the girls were for a good lay but to hear those words coming from a man who worked all his life made me tingle in my heart. Maybe I was starting on the wrong path and maybe just maybe my love was right in front of me and I let her go through my fingers as grained sands would. Or would that time come where I would be lost for words to the beauty of love. I chuckled at the thought of my mother reactions would be if I were to settle down growing up being a man that life had plan for me to do. I chuckled once more turning around in my leather chair looking into the cloudy sky as it lightly started to rain. I picked myself up from the comfortable leather chair pulling the string from my office lamp clicking it off and walked out my door locking it tightly. I noticed once more Mr. Ruffles emptying trash cans. I made a small smile pulling out my brown leather wallet and placing two 50 dollars bills in his jacket that hung from the door knob on my office doors. I left the building feeling much better then before and made my way home.
After the long meeting I sat as everyone left not moving an inch. My mother didn't move either. I twirled my yellow wooden pencil amazed at how many teeth marks I put into it. My mother came up behind me and grab my shoulder as I seem to calm down a little. She sensed my sorrow as I study the pencil I still twirl in my hands.
"I know you so well Trunks! You can say it is my mother senses I enquire over these years." Bulma said watching her son squirm in his chair.
"Your heart is big Trunks but there are times you need to use that hearts of yours. It always gave you life but one day it give you another life and you'll understand that in the long run!" my mother said as I felt confused by her words. Sayians were meant to be cold and ruthless. Though I'm half human it seemed as if my sayian heritage and culture would show more. I felt weak hearing my mother say those precise words. I felt my dignity soar down into a concrete surface. I am a Prince of Sayians yet no matter how strong I was physically it seem my mother always knew how to hit me hard mentally.
I heard the door click shut realizing she left the over decorated corporate room. I sat in mine leather chair contemplating about my life as I twirl that same wooden pencil. To everyone I was Trunks Briefs the one with all the pretty girls, richest aspects and the party guy who would attend all the booze parties they ever have ending up with the girls in my bed those party nights. But was it really me? I was raised to be the rich kid on the block yet I tasted something more. My thoughts were broken as the wooden antique clocked chimed letting everyone know it was 5:00 o'clock. I quickly rose from my chair I accompany for so long and headed my way to my office. As I walked I heard nothing but my footsteps throughout the halls of C.C. It sounded peaceful as I walked my way getting closer to my office as I turned the corner and entered my office. The smell of fresh lemons enter my nostrils as I noticed the janitor scrubbing the elegant marble floors. I smile a little feeling sympathy for the poor man. Who would apply for such a job unless you really needed the money. I walked slowly to my desk not wanting to slip on the wet floor.
"Oh I'm so sorry Mr. Briefs I was just finishing up in here!" the poor man said slowly rising from his knees that were on the hard marble floor.
I smiled politely nodding my head respected the old man.
"I never seen you so late in your office Mr. Briefs? You must have a big project to work on!" he said as I noticed his small dirty red name tag clipped to his blue uniform.
"I sure do Mr. Ruffles. My life is my big project!" I said slumping myself on my chair as he looked shocked by me calling his name. I smiled pointing to his clip as he smiled back nodding his head realizing he still had it on even after 5:00 o'clock.
"You seem upset Mr. Briefs. I'm sure you'll get her back!" Ruffles said making me realize everyone had probably heard about my actions with Melissa. I looked at him as he smiled his brown aching eyes sparkling.
"You know Mr. Briefs there is saying that might help you feel better about loosing her!" he said as I nodded my head waiting for his response.
"To the world you may be one person but to one person you may be the world!" he said slowly picking up his mops and rags walking slowly out my office doors.
I never heard such wisdom come from a poor man whose job acquired cleaning toilet bowls and scrubbing dirty floors from higher society and educated people who show no mercy to his kind of people. It seem so irrelevant to hear those words and for some reason I took it to heart. I knew I didn't really love Melissa or any other girls I have ever dated. All the girls were for a good lay but to hear those words coming from a man who worked all his life made me tingle in my heart. Maybe I was starting on the wrong path and maybe just maybe my love was right in front of me and I let her go through my fingers as grained sands would. Or would that time come where I would be lost for words to the beauty of love. I chuckled at the thought of my mother reactions would be if I were to settle down growing up being a man that life had plan for me to do. I chuckled once more turning around in my leather chair looking into the cloudy sky as it lightly started to rain. I picked myself up from the comfortable leather chair pulling the string from my office lamp clicking it off and walked out my door locking it tightly. I noticed once more Mr. Ruffles emptying trash cans. I made a small smile pulling out my brown leather wallet and placing two 50 dollars bills in his jacket that hung from the door knob on my office doors. I left the building feeling much better then before and made my way home.