Important Meetings and Lonely Authors

Pan tapped her pencil on the desk. She had no idea how to do this. What did all these numbers mean? Dammit! She was not good at this.

She leaned back in her chair and sighed. Her brain was not working today. She began tossing the pencil up in the air. She had better things to think about, like how she and Trunks were going to get back to normal. They could not stay like this forever. She wanted her old body back; the one Trunks was in right now.

Heaving another sigh, she tossed the pencil up in the air again, only this time it got stuck on the ceiling. She stared at it for a while before she got another one and threw it up there too. She smiled as she grabbed another one and threw it up to the ceiling. This was quite entertaining. She threw more up there and got them stuck too, and then she sharpened more and tossed them up with the others. She was laughing as if she was having the time of her life.

"Mr. Briefs!" Pan looked up and saw his secretary looking disgruntled in the doorway. "Mr. Okasaki is here for the very important board meeting!"

Pan's eyes rounded, "Board meeting?" Trunks never said anything about a board meeting.

"Yes! He's waiting and he's very impatient!" She grabbed her arm and pulled her out of the office and down the hall. "He doesn't like to wait, and he's very strict. I suggest you keep your sentences short and to the point, but you probably already know exactly what to do, right?"

"Uh…" Pan had no idea what to do.

"Right, I knew you got everything. I don't know why everyone was worried."

Pan gulped. This was not going to end well.

The secretary led her to a large door that read 'Meeting Room' above it. She had only one moment to look at it before she was pushed inside. She stumbled a little, but then straightened up. It was just like what she saw in the movies. A large rectangular table with six chairs on either side and one on each end. Each one of the chairs had someone in it and Pan could pick out Mr. Okasaki. He was at the far end by himself wearing a gray suit and looking very disgruntled. Pan took her seat across from him.

"Alright, now lets get down to business since Mr. Briefs has arrived," said one of the employees. Pan almost started trembling.

"Well, the rates of production are still steady."

"Right, but production estimates are going quite down."

"By these charts they have increased steadily, but not at the rate which we would like them too."

Pan watched them back and forth with her mouth slacked. She had no idea what these people were talking about. They moved from rates to sales to estimates and so on. Hopefully the would just keep this amongst themselves and leave her out of this. However, no such luck.

"What do you think, Mr. President?" asked Mr. Okasaki.

The color in Pan's face drained. Everyone was staring at her. "Uh….um…" She had to come up with something, anything! "Er, more lunch hours...?"

Everyone stared at her. Pan could feel the sweat on her forehead. She swallowed and bit her lip. They turned their head and looked at Mr. Okasaki.

He stared at Pan and she felt more scared than anything. Then, to her horror, he smiled. "You know, I under estimated you for a little boy who thought he could run his parents business of a large company. But now I see," Pan chewed on her lower lip, that without you this company would fall apart. Do you see that people? Briefs here doesn't care about the productivity, but of the employees. Happy employees mean better service. I like his idea."

Everyone 'oh'ed and began scribbling notes and Pan heaved a sigh of relief. The rest of the meeting went without them needing anything from her. When it was over, Pan shook hands with Mr. Okasaki and they left the meeting room. Pan walked towards her office with her head a little higher. She had survived. She thought of creating a t-shirt that said 'I survived the meeting.' She opened the door and then was immediately grabbed by no one other than herself.

"What did you do?" Trunks half yelled.

Pan raised her eyebrows, "Nothing."

Trunks' mouth dropped, "You did nothing!"

"Oh, the meeting."
"Yes the meeting! The one with Mr. Okasaki!"

"He likes me."

"No he doesn't, he likes me. Wait, why does he like me?"

"He liked my idea."

Trunks furrowed his eyebrows, "What idea?"

Pan shrugged, "To have longer work hours."

Trunks looked like he was slapped in the face, "He liked that idea?"

"Yep."

"But I spent all night coming up with motions and estimates and I even got a pie chart."

Pan smirked and rolled her eyes, "And what were you gonna do with them? Like he would let a high schooler run the meeting."

Trunks crossed his arms and turned around, "Well…good thing you didn't mess things up." Pan smacked his shoulder hard. "Ow! What was that for?"

"Next time tell me when you have a meeting! I was sweating bullets"

Dende looked back and forth at them. "Are you guys playing a joke on me?" Trunks and Pan both shook their heads. "So you guys really-"

"Switched bodies?" Pan finished for him. "Yep."

Dende pointed to who look like Pan, "So you're-"

"Trunks." He answered.

"And that makes you-"

"Pan."

Dende rubbed his forehead, "Oh me."

"So do you think you can help us out?" Trunks asked.

Dende sighed, "There's something to return souls to one body, but it will take me awhile to make it."

"But, you can do something to fix this, right?" Pan asked pleadingly.

Dende did not nod his head, "Well, knowing what caused this would probably help too. What were you guys doing when this happened?"

Pan and Trunks looked at each other, "I think we were fighting," said Trunks.

"You think we should raise our ki like we were fighting?" Pan asked the green guardian.

Dende shook his head, "Maybe instead of moving farther apart, you should come closer together." Dende put his hands together to emphasize what he meant.

Trunks' brow furrowed, "Wait, are you suggesting that we should have sex?" Pan's face contorted.

Dende almost jumped, "No! Definitely not that! I was just suggesting that maybe you two should strengthen your friendship. Instead of fighting, look into each other's worlds."

"I think we know each other's worlds enough by now," said Trunks.

"Do you know how boring it is being Trunks?" Pan said as she rolled her eyes.

"You should talk. Having to go to school to relearn everything bites."

"Well I'm tired of doing boring stuff at your work"

"Do you know how many times I've gotten lost? And what the hell is you locker combination?"

"Do you know how many times I get my butt pinched by girls everyday? I got bruises!"

"Why are you looking at my butt?" Trunks had a sly grin.

"You feel my boobs!"

"I do not!"

"Yes you do! How else would you be able to put on a bra?" She grabbed his chest to emphasize what she meant.

"Hey, don't touch!" He smacked her hand.

Pan raised an eyebrow, "You do know those are really mine, right"

Trunks turned his head, "I just don't want anyone to see. They might think I'm feeling you up."

Pan shrugged one shoulder, "Technically, you are."

"Oh shut up."

"You shut up!"

"No, you shut up!"

Dende let out a loud sigh and they stopped arguing and looked at him. "It will take me awhile to make it, but I'll let you know when it's done. In the meantime, why don't you both stop bickering and resolve all this?" With that, he turned on his heel and walked towards the Hyperbolic Time Chamber.

Pan and Trunks looked at each other. "Doesn't he think we tried to see what caused this?" Pan asked him.

Trunks shrugged one shoulder, "I don't know."

"You don't know anything."

"Oh, shut up."

They flew back down to Earth and hung out for a while more, but when it got late, they separated to each other's houses. Trunks took his shoes off on the front porch and entered the home.

"Mom, Dad, I'm home," he called.

"Your father's at work, dear." Came the small voice of Pan's grandmother Chi-chi. She and Videl came into the living room and greeted him.

"You're home later than usual," said Pan's mother, "Where were you?"

"Me and Trunks visited Dende," he answered her.

"Trunks and I went to visit Dende," she corrected him.

"Oh, you too?" He smiled at his pretend mother and walked into the kitchen, "So how are you Grandma?"

Chi-chi smiled, "I'm just fine dear. I baked your favorite today."

Trunks smiled, "Wonderful!" Whatever Pan liked, Trunks was sure he would like; besides, if Chi-chi cooked it, it was bound to be delicious.

After dinner they had chocolate cake which Trunks had a large craving for. He climbed the stairs to Pan's room. They had an off day from school the following day so Trunks was able to stay home. How strange that sentence seemed; Trunks is able to stay home from school.

He shook his head and rid of the thought. He noticed Pan's room was not quite that neat. There was not any trash, but dirty clothes were on the floor, towels hung on bedposts and her dresser was stuffed with everything you can imagine, except clothes. Being a neat freak himself, he grew tired of the mess. His room was very tidy, but then again, he hardly spent anytime in it to dirty it up. He started picking up the dirty clothes and towels and tossed them into the laundry bin. Then he organized her dresser and closet. He also cleaned off the desk he had bought for her and she littered with papers and pictures.

Her room had papers everywhere. She wrote all the time. Stories, poems, anything that popped into her head. He was not sure what she wrote about. He would ask her what they were about, but when she told him he usually faded out and forgot what she was talking about. He tried to imagine what it felt like to work so hard over an idea you had and not having you want for it. To pour your thoughts and soul into something, but have people not care about it. It was sad to think about.

Trunks remembered when she would tell everyone of a new story she had an idea for or one she started writing. They would congratulate her and ask her what it was about, but during her summary of it, they would interrupt her and then she would stop talking and just look around. Now when she was asked what she was writing, she would simply say, "Oh something." Moreover, that would be it.

Did authors go through this? Were their publishers the only ones who read what they wrote before they hit stores? It made him sad to think about it. He never had to worry about anything like that. He owned a large company so if he had any ideas, which he did not have many, he would ask someone else to do it. Was he spoiled, or just rich? However, this was different. This was what Pan was constantly thinking. Her soul seeped out through her pen and onto paper. Now he felt guilty for not reading her ideas. Maybe now would be a good time than never.

On the desk was a red notebook that had been duct taped several times. Everyone knew that is where she kept her finished stories color-coded and in alphabetical order; it was the only thing she had that was in order. He picked it up and laid down on the bed. Her read the first few pages and noted that she had some very good ideas. Pan was a great writer. Straight A's all through English since the 5th grade. After he read more pages, he became more into it. This story surely was an attention grabber, and was more mature for people his age and not Pan's. He read it late into the night.

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