Chapter Two

"Pan! Pan!"

Goten called from outside her room and throwing small pebbles. He really didn't want to wake up Videl, she wasn't always the happiest person in the morning. He didn't have to worry about Gohan since he had a teaching job.

"Pan!"

The window opened a sleepy Pan glanced out.

"Uncle Goten?" She yawned.

"Are you coming or not?" Goten stole a glance at his watch.

"Hmm," Pan rubbed her eyes, "Go where?"

"Capsule Corp.?" Goten supplied, he had made a promise to take her or else he would have just said nowhere and let her go back to sleep.

Pan snapped awake.

"One second," she disappeared.

Goten sighed at his niece, she could be such a pain.

"Incoming," Pan jumped out of her second story building.

Goten was glad she wore something business like, well, with the exception of her orange bandana.

They both got into his car and started to the city.

He shrugged, he'd give her his pass and say he forgot his, the people at Capsule Corp. would let him in. They knew he was Trunks best friend and it wouldn't be the first time he had lost his pass.

"Here Pan," he handed her the paper, "Give this to the people at the door and they'll let you in. It will also give you access to the whole building except for the restricted areas. Bra has her lab in the basement if you would like to visit her while we're there. Don't stay too long if you decide not to talk to Bra, because that pass is to see Trunks and when we leave than the pass becomes invalid."

Goten gave her a very serious look as he entered the city.

"And if they catch you then it will look suspicious and you might be questioned by security."

"Are you serious?" Pan was wide-eyed.

Goten nodded, "Yeah. They take security very seriously, they might think you're a spy and arrest you so be very careful."

A wry smile, "I don't want to explain to both our moms the reason you ended up in jail."

"I'll be careful Uncle Goten," Pan nodded.

"Right, and remember no restricted areas. The only ones allowed access to those are the Briefs and a few selected personal."

Pan frowned, was this trip going to really be worth all this trouble?

**

Terry took a corner sharply and let out a startled yelp as she collided with someone.

"I'm sorry," she dropped to the floor to pick up all the files she dropped.

A second pair of hands joined hers and helped.

"You should be more careful," a masculine voice replied.

Terry glanced up to see one of the two men she had seen the other day. the wild one . . . Zarah . . .

"Zarah!" A voice called.

She watched the black-haired man's face harden as he handed her the files he had picked up.

"Are you a secretary?" His eyes bore holes into hers.

"Yes," she answered helplessly.

"Stay here," he ordered as the President caught up to them.

Terry hesitated, she was going to be late for the meeting with Tom but . . . she couldn't refuse the man who could get her fired.

"Zarah," Trunks eyed his cousin as he straightened, "Have you found a secretary yet?"

"Yes, this girl," Zarah grabbed her arm and pulled her in between them.

"Is she qualified?" Trunks relaxed marginally.

"Should be," Zarah shrugged, "She already works here."

"What?" Trunks frowned, "Is this true?"

Terry nodded, "Yes, I'm Tom Fold's secretary . . . or at least I was . . ."

She trailed off uncertainly.

"Tom?" Zarah turned the name over in his mind, "Doesn't sound familiar, he must not be important."

"You just can't steal someone else's secre-"

"Trunks," Zarah interrupted, "You told me to find a secretary. I found one. If you have a problem than you can just forget about the whole thing."

Terry's gaze flickered back and forth between the two nervously. These two men were the head honchos of the company and no one wanted to be stuck in the middle.

"Fine," Trunks said in a tight-lipped smile, "She's yours but if she should quit regarding any strange behavior on your part then you too will suffer consequences."

She watched the President walk away with an irritated gate. With a small amount of fear she turned to her new employer.

"Come on," he turned his back on her, "I'll show you where your new office is and then you will move your stuff there."

"Yes sir," she followed him closely when he did the most unexpected thing.

He laughed.

"Sir?"

"Trunks didn't look too happy, did he?"

Was the amused reply.

"No sir, he didn't."

"Hn. I didn't think so either."

He tossed a grin over his shoulder full of white teeth.

Terry smiled, her new boss didn't seem to bad after all.

**

"All right Pan, I am going to go first," Goten whispered, "While all the people are scrambling to let me through despite not having a pass, you flash yours, and, hopefully, we won't have any problems."

"Where do we meet?" Pan whispered back.

"We don't," Goten winked, "Just try to look like you know where you're going. Everything is pretty well marked."

"Ok," Pan smiled, "Thanks Uncle Goten."

"No problem, Pan, anything for my niece."

Pan giggled as he threw an arm around her shoulders and planted a kiss on her cheek.

"Uncle Goten!"

**

Zarah paced in his office restlessly. He had already helped the girl move her stuff and call this Tom person to let him know he had to get a new secretary. Now the only problem was what she was going to do for him.

Right now, she was just sitting in the small room connected to his office waiting for his command.

Also there was the problem that he was now stuck with her. Damn Trunks, he probably knew that Zarah had been planning ways to make her quit.

Oh well, Zarah had jabbed him back with the stolen bit. It was his move.

He gave up and went into the small office.

"What's your name?" Zarah glowered at her.

"Terry Britham," she squeaked.

"Don't worry, I am not going to eat you," Zarah lifted a brow slightly, when she seemed vaguely confused.

"What?"

"I thought the line was 'I don't bite'," she offered weakly, not really sure about correcting her boss.

Zarah grinned at that.

"But I do bite. Hard."

He saw her shudder and her cheeks tinted pink. But why? He wondered, I do.

"What did you do for Tom?" Zarah sat in one of her chairs, watching her curiously.

"I . . . " She seemed to gather her thoughts, "I did his research, filing, and I took his phone calls."

"Hn," Zarah shook his head, she was going to be worthless to him.

"I don't trust you to do these things for me," he told her bluntly, "So this is what is going to happen. You will answer the phone only if I happen to be away from the office or am otherwise unavailable."

Zarah thought for a moment, "You will also sign all papers before scanning them into the computer. You will then return the papers to me in the order received.

"I have a very complex filing system and I don't want it screwed up. In time, if you prove yourself, I might hand over that duty to you otherwise you will be nowhere near my files. Is that understood?"

Terry nodded.

"Any questions?" Zarah stood up.

"One," she lowered her head, "Um, what do I do if you have a visitor?"

"If I am not busy then let them in," Zarah shrugged.

"But how will I know if you're busy?"

"You'll know," Zarah narrowed his eyes thoughtfully, "You'll know."

"Um, what would you like me to do when I am not scanning papers into the computer?" Terry lowered her eyelids at him.

Zarah studied her, did her voice lower or was it just him?

"Whatever you want, just refrain from bothering me."

Zarah bit his lip, "I'm going to work on my experiments."

"Will you need help?" She asked hopefully.

"No," Zarah opened a door to leave her office, "You don't have clearance."

"Yes sir," she lowered her head in submission.

"Hn," Zarah shut the door and headed to his domain in the building. The restricted areas were mostly filled with experiments from the Briefs'.

Briefs, Zarah entered a room with his latest idea on a table, Thank you Aunt Bulma.

His Aunt Bulma had given him and his sister her last name. Kakarot, or Goku, was the only legal alien on the planet who had genuine papers saying he was a citizen or earthling. His Uncle Vegeta simply took his wife's last name since he rarely to acknowledge it anyway. His Aunt 18 took Krillin's last name and that was that.

However, neither of his parents had a last name nor inclination to get one. So, Aunt Bulma came through with a set of papers from both him and Sasoli should they need them and he needed them.

Zarah frowned thoughtfully at his work and progress experiment. Most wished to be invisible and all thought it was impossible but he wanted to make it a possibility. If successful than he and the company would be even more wealthy.

At the age of twenty-three he was already a millionaire, approaching billionaire. All he did was stick it in a bank account where any member of his immediate family could access it.

Well, except when he bought the forest they lived in. What his mother had claimed for hers years ago they now owned on paper. He had given the papers to his dad and had stuffed them quickly into a safe hiding place. They both knew is mother would not understand the necessity of going through the legal paces and would only become angry that they were forced to do so.

Zarah smiled as he lost himself in his only love, science.

**

Pan wandered around the huge building with a purpose she didn't quite feel. She was really in shock as she watched all the scurrying people run to meetings, brunch, and delivery of papers.

She had watched her Uncle walk by with amusement. All the women's progress had slowed to a halt until he left. What had surprised her was the comments afterwards.

"Who is that?"

"Didn't you know? He's the President's best friend."

"The President's best friend?"

"Good looking people have good looking friends."

"He's a hottie!"

"Anyone catch his name?"

"From what I hear from the door man, the name's Goten."

"Oh yeah?"

"Did you see that butt?"

Pan couldn't believe it! Her goofy uncle was considered a hunk! She would never look at her Uncle Goten the same way again.

"Excuse me," a low voice entered her ear, "Do you work here?"

Pan glanced up to see a man wearing a uniform with 'Security' stamped on the breast pocket.

"No," she took out her pass and handed it to him.

He glanced at the pass than at her, or more accurately her bandana.

"You're here to see President Trunks?"

Pan nodded.

"Interesting," he handed the pass back.

Unable to help herself she stopped him, "Why?"

"Oh," the man laughed, "It's just with that bandana, I would have thought you would be here for Zarah."

"Why?" Pan frowned, "I don't know . . . him?"

The guard grinned.

"Yeah, he just gets a visitor sometimes with a orange bandana. Except this guy wears it around his neck like a big bib."

"A bib?" Pan couldn't imagine it.

"Yeah, only this guy could pull it off without lookin' ridiculous."

"All right, thank you," Pan smiled.

"Oh miss, the President's office is that way," the guard pointed in the opposite direction.

"Oh," Pan blushed, "I must have gotten turned around."

The guard nodded and went back to his station.

Pan quickened her step until she turned a corner.

"That was close," she mumbled to herself.

She scanned the hallway quickly for any other possible dilemmas.

The hallway was quiet.

This is becoming more difficult than I bargained for, Pan continued her expedition.

"President Trunks?"

Pan jumped as a female voice came out of the intercom.

"President Trunks please report to board room twelve."

"I guess that's my cue to find Bra or get lost," Pan made a quick decision, "Bra it is!"

She glanced around for a stairwell an found one on the far side of the corridor.

"So did you find my files?"

Pan stopped in her tracks. The voice was coming closer and she would be discovered.

Quickly, she ducked into the closest room to avoid detection. She didn't see the 'Restricted Area' sign on the door.

Willing her heart to stop pounding she took in her surroundings. Her first thought was, "how odd."

Unlike the rest of the offices she had glimpsed this room was devoid of a desk, girl typing, phone . . . All the room contained was a long table with odd looking half-finished machines.

Pan approached the table curiously to look at the doohickeys more closely. One was flashing small green light from a tiny bulb. Directly under the light bulb was tiny red switch. . .

Intrigued she reached out to flick it.

Pan gasped as her hand was snatched away from the machine in a strong hand.

She looked up to see pale blue eyes narrowing at her.

End of Chapter Two

AN: Alrighty people, I hope you enjoyed this chapter! As for the coupling in this story, I think I will keep it a secret for a while longer . . . See where the story takes us . . .

Michelle