AN: Wow. I'm like noticing the differences between my writing then and now. It's changed a bit so don't hesitate to check out my other fics To Fall and Rise Again and The Journey if you like DBZ or Lunatic Pandora if you like Inuyasha. (That was a shameless plug --) Well then, mattenaide kudasai! Yondenasai!

The Strangest Thing

Ch2- Re-Acquaintance

They sat in his office talking, catching up picking up where they'd left off. Surprisingly he learned that Bra was engaged, Trunks hadn't even known she was dating seriously much less considering marriage. After they got caught they returned to the present.

"So when do I get my chair back?" he asked with a smirk seeing how comfortable and relax she looked in it.

"When I if something else just as comfortable or...

"Or?"

"OR when I find a way to drag you out of this tower, Rapunzle."

"Hey I thought the guy was suppose to play the knight in shining armor." he chuckled.

"Not in this play, you look more in distress than I do, besides who said the knight always had to be a guy? When do you normally get out of here?"

"9ish"

"Wow, you do get breaks though right?"

"Yeah speaking of which, I was planning on eating out today, wanna come?" he cringed mentally hoping that didn't sound like he was asking her out.

"Sure, sounds nice. What time? 1:30?"

"Alright then just swing by here when you're ready. It'll be nice to see what the outside world looks during daylight again."

"You can have you chair back now" she grinned, raising slowly, "Man, when was the las-

At this moment both him mother and his secretary choose to enter, both stopped in their tracks not expecting to see anyone else, much less a slightly rumpled looking lady who'd frozen like a deer in a headlight.

"Are we interrupting?" his mother said not bother to cover the wicked grin she now sported. "I could come back later I'm sure."

His secretary looked on with major interest, as CC HQ's gossip well this was certainly new to her, half the building would know about this the moment she left the room.

"No I was getting ready to leave anyways, Trunks." She nodded at him.

Trunks looked up at Pan her face was calm but he could tell she was laughing at him; he'd get her back. Later. He watched her walk toward the door. She stopped just before leaving. "Bulma, it's nice to see you again," she said then she was gone.

His mother stared at her retreating form puzzled, "She's cute Trunks, is she your new girlfriend?" she asked not caring if his secretary was there or not.

"Mother! No she's not."

"She seems nice enough. What her name."

"That was Pan."

"Are you serious?! Really? So is she a prospective gf?"

"Mother would you quit meddling in my affairs."

"So it's an affairs, is it?"

"Mom! No!" with and exasperated sigh he turned his attentions to his secretary, "Mrs. Becker is there anything you need?"

"Nothing really just came to drop off the morning load," she stated referring to the stack of papers she held just sit them right here," he patted a spot on his now slightly messy desk. Her quick eyes not missing the gift that Pan had given him, which was resting right next to his name plaque. With a smile she excuse her self; the other workers were going to flip over this.

"Yes, mother." He squeezed the bridge of his nose; he had wanted his day to interesting....

"I know you work late and hard so I want you to take some time off."

"I can't do that who'd-"

"Sweetheart you've worked so hard you deserve a break every once in while. I'll take care of everything here."

This sounds way to good to be true

"What do you want me to do mom?"

"Well..." He groaned, 'Here it comes' "I was tinkering with a prototype ship and there seems to be some sort of glitch, but I've been too busy to look into it much, could you? Pease?"

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As soon as Pan made it back to her office she calmed herself trying not to laugh at poor Trunks. What was he 29? 30? And his mother still pried into his love life when ever possible.

Trunks still looked the same, as always, young and handsome. She thought trying to straighten her appearance.

Some of the employees had a saying, 'CC is known half because of its line of good business the other for its line of good looking owners'

Her maroon jacket and pants suit (as if she'd ever wear a skirt) were slightly wrinkled from sitting in that chair of his it was a really soft plush chair one could just sit back and.... falling asleep at his desk didn't help either, Trunks got to work hours before she did. She rotated her neck a bit trying to get the crick out of it. It had been nice to talk to him again, she missed him a lot. Not that she didn't missed any one else but spending after year in close quarters with someone, you tended to get to know them a little bit better. A pair of hands suddenly slid over her shoulders.

In .5 seconds the owner had both twisted behind him.

" Aw Pan, if you don't want me to use my hands, we could always use a rope or handcuffs."

She sneered at the back of the man whose arms she held in a tight grip, she knew she should let go but she couldn't resist giving one last painful tug before letting him go.

"What do you want, Jay" The man had dusty gray eyes and brown-blonde hair, he was handsome by most standards, broad shouldered, medium height, charming, intelligent, and couldn't grasp the meaning of the words overly persistent.

"You always had a good grip on things" Jay leered suggestively, "You know what I want," he said flashing that heart stopping smiling, she'd fallen for it once; that wasn't happening again.

"You never get it from me either I'm not going out with you again."

"I won't stop till I do."

She walked around her desk getting her papers in order, purposely putting the desk between them. For his safety, the idea of beating him to a pulp was very tempting...

Jay stayed silent a moment, "So where were you this morning? Your usually here half an hour early."

"Where I go is none of your concern or business."

Jay continued as if he hadn't heard that, "They say that some one was up in Mr. Briefs office this morning."

"If you want gossip, go talk to Stacy."

"I did and the Secretary, what's he to you?" the man asked anger seeping into his voice.

"None of your business that's what."

"What were you doing in his office? Alone? Before hours?" Jay's fist were clenched, his face red with jealousy or anger or maybe both.

"Jay, he's one of my oldest friends, I've know him since before I could walk, not that it's any of your business. Now if your satisfied would you please get out of my sight!"

The man stormed out, without another word. She let out a sigh and sat down. Sorry Jay.

The only thing she truly hated about CC, besides the temperamental coffee machines, was the fact that her ex, Jay Ganch, worked there as well. But enough on the past it was a quarter past eight, and the morning paperwork would be around soon, there was a mandatory department head meeting at eleven, as new of the financial department head she had to be there, so would Jay. As determined and possessive as he was he knew marketing. By the time the meeting was over she would have an hour to kill before her break, afterward she'd finish whatever else need to be done in her department she'd see to till six then, home again home again.

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Pan arrived at the meeting room a little early, most of the board members were already there, mingling with each other, she quickly found the seat with her name on it at the long rectangular table. By coincidence, fate, or Bulma's doing, she was sitting next to Trunks, unfortunately also directly across from him. She hoped the seating arrangements weren't permanent.

"Hey Pan! I didn't you were a DH." Trunks said arrived standing behind her; he gave her a quick smile before sitting down. He looked at the seating arrangements again, muttered something about meddling mothers, before she could ask.

"So what do you think so far?" he asked in a low voice, things were quieting down now the meeting would start in a few minutes.

"Trunks, how have you kept from going crazy?" she asked trying to keep her face straight as possible. Trying. Trunks wasn't helping her self control much he had that grin on his face again. "I don't, you just have to know when to let down your hair and hope something interesting climbs up." he replied cryptically, his intense blues eye twinkling.

She looked up to see him sit down in front of her. By habit her lip twitched, she almost started to bite it again. She really needed to quit that habit. But Jay wasn't looking at her; he was straight out glaring at Trunks. Weather it was because it was he was a saiya-jin or just because he was male, Trunks glared back. She resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Men, doesn't matter what species.

"What's his problem?" he asked low enough so that only she'd hear it.

"You, apparently."

"Yeah...Why?"

"Me."

"You? Wha-

"Thank you all for coming here on such short notice." Bulma stood at the head of the table. I didn't even notice her arrive. "First I'd like to introduce our new Head of Finance, Pan Satan Son."

She half stood and nodded to the other execs.

"Yes, Mr. Collins?"

An old round-ish jolly looking man spoke a in the back.

"Come on Mrs. Briefs, any more pretty young ladies like your self and Ms. Son, your going to make us, old geezers think we've died n' gone to heaven every morning instead of work." he joked making Pan, Bulma and the two other female DHs blush, eliciting chuckles from the other DHs. Pan could feel herself blushing harder as Trunks snickered at her embarrassment.

"Thank you, Mr. Collins." Bulma continued, bringing them back on track. "Secondly, for a number of reasons, my son will not be available for the next few weeks. In-" a wave of mummers went up, Bulma waited patiently for silence, "In his place, I will temporarily take over as President of CC again." a another wave of mummers.

"Nice to have you on board again, Mrs. Briefs." someone commented starting a small round of applause which Trunks took with amusement saying, "It's nice to know I'm greatly appreciated," making the DHs laugh. The rest of the meeting went by uneventfully.

Jay watch, with much animosity, as Pan talked and joked with the Briefs after the meeting. He had nothing against Mrs. Briefs at all.

But the younger Mr. Briefs was a different story. The way Pan smiled at him, made Jay want to hurt him. The way he looked at her, made Jay want to kill him. ' She used to smile at me like that, only me. When did it change? What went wrong?! ' He thought angrily. =Anger masking the true hurt. He really liked her and cared strongly for maybe... even... lov

He watched as Pan and Trunks left together out of curiosity he followed them. His teeth clenched when he realized they were heading straight to Trunks' office. (Which, by the way, didn't go unnoticed Mrs. Becker. Nothing did.) He gray eye's narrowed as Trunks rested his hand on the small of her back steering her into his lair closing the door behind them.

Not wasting a moment, Jay quickly thought up an excuse and went in after them to find a completely empty room. He looked around there wasn't any place to hide two people in the office "They're gone! Where they go?" he asked no one. His only reply was the sound gentile flapping of the breeze flowing in through an open window.