Sorry it took so long. I'm trying to start my advanced training in Missouri and it is occupying most of my time. Well here is chapter 3. Hope you like it.

Chapter 3

Missing Control

Trunks grimaced all through the helicopter ride. Though he personally wanted to fly the whole way, it being much faster, he agreed with his mother to show the world that the android threat was gone forever. This was her idea to re open the Capsule Corps building in North City, and it was again her idea to have Trunks be in charge of it until the operations ran smoothly. Trunks would have spent as little time looking for Pan, but then again this did give him a cover story and a reason to stay in North City in case this lead led nowhere.

Trunks smiled as the helicopter circled around the Capsule Corps ruins. He could already see that the construction crews were already hard at work. 'I guess they were all waiting for a big job like this,' Trunks thought looking at the hard at work builders and the gung-ho bosses. 'I guess this building has restored a lot of hope just by the opening announcement.'

Trunks gave a deep sigh. The opening announcement was given to him right when he was first entering the helicopter. His mother, sly as always yelled up to him from the ground about the special opening celebration in which would invite anyone who wanted to come. When he first heard about it the thought that came to mind was a bunch of rich snobbish people or even families with screaming kids who are busy running amok. And he, the hero who saved the world, would most likely be there babysitting.

"Mr. Briefs we are approaching the landing site now. I hope the ride was an enjoyable one." The nervous pilot said. Trunks just nodded and smiled at the man. The pilot turned back around with a nod and as he was looking down at the site Trunks heard a barely audible sigh of relief. Trunks figured the man had his job on the line for this.

Trunks really wanted to just jump out now and fly. He felt this sitting around was lazy and he needed to work out and get stronger. Trunks smiled. He remembered how many times he had heard his own father say when they were watching for Cell's special broadcast of the martial arts tournament.

As the memories of the weird day unfolded Trunks caught movement out of the corner of his eye. Turning his head he looked at the approaching missile. Trunks could have destroyed it except for the fact he was in the helicopter and a blast would most likely cause consequences that would make the pilot's life in even more danger.

"Missile at 3'O clock!" Trunks yelled. It was obvious that the pilot heard him from the way he turned his head and the way he quickly reacted to the visual confirmation. The pilot who knew what to do, quickly push the stick forward and tried to swerve away from it. He wasn't fast enough. The missile ran full into the helicopter, but due to the quick actions it missed both the cockpit and the mid-section, hitting the tail and the rear propeller. The damaged helicopter started to enter a dead spin as it spiraled to the ground,

"Mayday, Mayday. This is Copter 4325. We are going down." The pilot called out over the frequency all while trying to maintain control of the doomed helicopter.

Trunks could only see one curse of action and glanced at the pilot before opening the side door and jumping out.

The pilot, feeling the change turned and saw the last moments of Trunks and yelled, "Mr. Briefs!"

As Trunks leapt out he summoned up his energy and flew to the back of the helicopter. Timing it perfectly he grabbed the tail and used his strength to stop it from spinning. It was a success and after a few minutes of cooperation from both Trunks and the pilot they landed on the Capsule Corps landing pad.

The pilot shut off the engine and hurriedly jumped out of the cockpit. Amazed he watched as Trunks landed near him with a light thud on the ground.

"Yo . . You can F-fly?" the pilot stammered.

Trunks blushed and scratched the back of his head. "Yeah."

"Man, why didn't you just fly here then?" the pilot asked with a little more control over his emotions.

"It was my mother's idea." Trunks replied bashfully.

The pilot smiled broadly, "Well I'm sure glad you came then, or that would have been a bit messy."

Trunks smiled at the pilot. He would think of some way to show his appreciation to the obviously experienced pilot. Turning Trunks waved to the pilot and entered the main building. It was already going to be a busy day, it just started and already he would need to find some way to clean up that helicopter mess and to try and find out who fired the missile.

The halls were busy with people. Some were repairing the building and correcting certain errors while others were hiring, and other's still were getting ready for the grand opening. Trunks had spotted a lot of familiar people from the headquarters and some new faces that were just hired out from this city.

"What do you mean your opening?" Trunks heard a loud female voice yell to his right. Turning he saw the front desk secretary trying to calm a short girl who was accompanied by a middle-aged man. Trunks instinctively walked over to the commotion and rested a hand on the shaken secretary's shoulder to calm her down.

"I'm sorry. Is there a problem here?" Trunks asked trying to sound confident and in control, while inside he was nervous and had no clue what to do. He could feel the secretary calm under his firm, but gentle grip and noticed as she smiled up at him.

"Yes, I came here to salvage some of the rubble and try to make a living. And then this women here tells me that for the first time in 20 years Capsule corps is re-opening?"

"I'm sorry if it may have changed your plans a bit but yes. We are opening tomorrow." Trunks said kindly. He didn't want to come off as some arrogant jerk that walks on people just cause he's rich. He looked at her directly and started to notice things about her. Trunks stared into her dark eyes, which seemed like dark pools of emotional waves, with an underlying strength and resolve in them. Her dark hair was brushed but not overly done, like a lot of women he met. This told him that this girl tried to look neat and pretty, but never wasted time on such a minor thing. Then he noticed her shirt and took a step back and gasped.

'No way,' Trunks thought to himself. 'A special forces shirt.' He was sure that the girl must have thought he was lecher or some such, but when he looked at the man's face all he saw was amusement and a hint of humor in the rough man's face.

The expression was confusing to the young saiyan and he could feel his cheeks turn bright red as the heat flooded them. He turned and looked back at the helicopter trying to hide his blushing.

"I'm sorry for staring," he said as he looked back into her eyes, to show his sincerity. "It's just that you are the first person I have seen were that logo since I was a little kid."

Trunks noticed that the girl's eyes softened and seemed sympathetic. He started to think as he felt as if she was familiar He felt as if she had seen her before, somewhere in his past.

"I'm sorry, but you look familiar. Do I know you?" Trunks asked. He tilted his head to the side and with the opposite hand he rubbed the back of his head in the innocent look.

"Sorry, but no. I have lived here all my life. My name is Marie." The girl said down casting her eyes slightly.

'She's hiding something,' Trunks thought when he noticed the slight movement. "Yeah. Oh by the way my name is Trunks. Trunks Breifs." He noticed the shocked expressions from the two and almost groaned at the fame that the Breifs had earned.

"Listen, I feel bad for the inconvenience and I would like to make it up to you two. We are having a grand opening tomorrow evening and I want you two to come. You can bring a guest if you would like. I will have a limo come pick you up. It's a bit formal, so if you two need to buy like a dress or a suit or such just ask the driver and he will take you and buy what you want. It's my treat. What do you say?" Trunks asked gently. He didn't want to sound to forward or anything like that. She seemed familiar and he wanted to know why.

"Um. Sure." Marie said reluctantly. She turned and looked at the older guy and seeing his nod she looked back at Trunks. "That would be great."

"Excellent. I have other things to do so if you both would leave your addresses to my secretary I would be more than happy to arrange everything. I look forward to seeing both of you there." Trunks gestured to the secretary that was still standing there through this whole conversation. He noticed her jump and step forward to accept the information. Smiling Trunks then turned around and left with a smiling wave and walked toward his office. He felt anxious that he would be able to meet some people that he was use to. Trunks didn't like hanging out with the incredibly wealthy since they tended to be greedy and not too down to earth. He loved the fact that he could talk to some earthy people who know about the Special Forces.

Closing the door behind him, Trunks sat down in his office's comfortable chair and started to make the arrangements for tomorrow night's grand opening.

I'm sorry if I sort of bombed out on that. I sort of dried out for a bit. But next chapter will be better. I promise.