"His name is Dante, he was the owner of a rival company."
"And he's a fighter?" she asked as her mate dried her body, he rose two lavender eyebrows. "I'm a fighter, aren't I?"
"Yes, but Capsule Corps is your cover-up." She retorted, wincing whenever he would touch a bruise.
He shrugged. "You might have a point there."
"So what happened?" She asked grabbing his hands and rested it on her swollen belly. A light blush crept on his cheeks.
"I'm trying to tell you if you would stop interrupting me."
"You have Dante DeLeon waiting for you Mr. Breifs" a red-haired young woman announced holding a stack of folders securely to her chest, a light tint of pink settled upon her cheeks.
"Oh, uh let him in." Trunks muttered gesturing at her, she bowed before scurrying away.
"You have a way with the ladies." A tall man mused as he entered the office. Trunks stood to shake his hand.
"So it seems…how are you?" He answered grabbing the man's hand taking a good look at his face. He was at least in his mid-thirties, blond hair and smoky grey eyes. The man grinned.
"I've had better days, the wife is trying to bleed me dry in this divorce. Women, right?" he chucked, taking a seat infront of Trunks' desk.
"heh, yeah." He answered sliding back into his own seat, the man immediately spotted the box of cigars and helped himself to one. Instinctively Trunks pulled out a lighter from the drawer under his desk and reached over to light it for him.
"So tell me kid, how long have you been here?" The man asked sliding back into the chair. The demi-saiyan's lips pressed into a hard line before he answered.
"I've been CEO for a few years now."
"Is that right?" he exhaled, blowing the cigar smoke into Trunks' face who waved it away.
"yeah, that's right. If you don't mind me asking, why are you here?"
"I'm here to make you a deal." Dante replied cooly, crossing his legs. Trunks waited for him to continue. "I'm going to be honest, I would like for your company to endorse us. We're working on this new project-"
"I'm sorry Mr. DeLeon, I'm not interested. We've reviewed your products, your customers are completely dissatisfied and I personally bought one of your gadgets to make sure that there wasn't someone just out to destroy your company's reputation, like your angry wife, and sure enough it was no good. Your customer support is even worse than your sad excuse for a product."
"See that is what I'm trying to improve, if we had the funding that we needed my products would go uncontested." The man protested, no longer in a passive, laid-back position.
"I've looked at the numbers for that too; if we decided to back your company there would be negative ratings for my company. The public would start to question our integrity and business could decline as much as seven percent, as a businessman like myself you can understand that I can't take that kind of 'leap of faith'."
"Look kid you're busting my balls, just think it over." The man grunted rising from his seat. Trunks picked up his office phone and called his secretary.
"Y-yes, Mr. Breifs." Her voice shook from the other side of the receiver.
"Will you escort Mr. DeLeon to the door." He replied plainly.
"Right away, sir." She responded. "thank you, Karissa."
No more than two seconds past after he hung up the phone, Karissa slipped into the office, her cheeks reddening when she locked eyes with her boss for a quarter of a second.
"This way Mr. Dante." She spoke timidly outstretching her arm behind her.
"who is your assistant?" Mel asked interrupting her mate from his story. His mouth dropped slightly.
"Karissa? What about her?" he asked cocking his head to the side. Mel began to pout.
"It's not like that, Mel…"
"Hey! What'd I miss?" Goten's voice greeted, Trunks squeezed her hand reassuringly before he grinned at him.
"Hopefully, I'm not interrupting anything." He continued, noticing Trunks lack of clothing and sat at the edge of the bed. He's very rarely seen without his shirt on.
"No, actually I was in the middle of a bed time story for Mel." The lavender-haired demi-saiyan retorted.
"What, are you three years old Mel.?" Goten playfully scolded his best friend who stuck out her tongue in response.
"Even at three years old I have more sense than you."
"Ugh, whatever."
"Hey kids, can I just continue my story." Trunks interjected waving his hands in front of their face. Mel rolled her eyes then fixated them on her mate.
"Sure go ahead."
"Well then as I was saying…"
"No, no, no." Dante chanted throwing Karissa out of his way, who falls to the floor. "Get away from me."
He then runs over to Trunks' desk and grabs him by the collar, drawing him dangerously close to him.
"Look Mr. DeLeon, I strongly suggest that you let go of me. The outcome has already been determined and I can assure you it doesn't look good for you." Trunks says coolly narrowing his eyes. The man cocks back his fist and pushes Trunks square in the face causing him to stagger back. The man proceeded to jump over the desk and prepared to punch him again when Trunks caught his fist.
"You're gonna regret doing that." He stated icily, forcing the man's fist back almost to its breaking point before kneeing him in the stomach. Dante's breath was forced from his body and he began to cough and regurgitate. Trunks picked up his office phone again.
"Security, yeah. Can you come escort Mr. DeLeon to his car. Thank you." He then helped Karissa back onto her feet.
"Are you alright?" he asked holding the sides of her arms. She nodded her head violently turning beet red. A few moments later Security arrives and picks up what's left of Dante, locks of his blonde hair laid slick against his forehead from sweat. His grey eyes bore into Trunks with great disdain.
"You'll fucking pay for this kid!" he spat before he was drug out of the office. "I'll get you and take the most precious thing away from you!"
"Have a good rest of your day Mr. DeLeon." Trunks responded with a smile on his face.
"Mr. Breifs…your face." Karissa pointed out the red mark that colored the flesh under his right eye.
"It'll be fine. Thanks though. Why don't you take the rest of the day off. Take your mind off of things. I'll still pay you as though you were here."
"T-thanks Mr. Briefs." She blushed again, matching her curly red hair. Blue eyes met green ones, and she was off.
"she's finally asleep" Trunks whispered brushing the hair out of her face. Goten slowly leaned over to kiss her forehead.
"Goodnight Mel." He whispered against her skin. Trunks nudged his head to the side. "come on let's get out of here."
Goten nodded in response as they headed towards their living room. Spacious and cozy. Goten held up a zebra patterned pillow as he took a seat on the plush leather sofa. Trunks sat down in the matching recliner shrugging his shoulders in response.
"I let Mel decorate, she insisted on a purple zebra theme."
"But it's so…"
"Girly?" Trunks finished for him and threw up his hands. "I know, but you know there's no arguing with that girl."
Goten's wide smile suddenly faded. "Hey man, how do you feel about being a dad?" Trunks smirk also faded.
"Scared to death." He admitted "Mel has been distancing herself from me. I'm she doesn't want to marry me now. Heh. Maybe she'll think about it once our kid is born, but hopefully it won't take her that long to decide."
Goten shook his head. "Mel loves you anyone can see that, I think she's just scared."
"That's the thing Goten, if she's in love with me then why does she feel that way?"
"Think about everything that has been going on in the last two months, when did she start acting weird."
"It was around a month ago when-" Trunks cut himself off and face-palmed before he ran his fingers through his lavender hair. "Of course!"
"What is it man?" Goten asked curiously.
"When my father and I were training, he chastised me for thinking about and investing all of my time into Mel, so I tried to block her out when I was training, I didn't realize that I was also ignoring her outside of it."
"Well there you go Mr. Genius." Goten greed walking over to his best friend and resting a hand on his shoulder. "You should apologize to her." Trunks looked at him and nodded.