7 years prior:
She swiped the bristle brush inside the silver polka dot purse barely hanging onto the lopsided news counter. She gripped the bristle stroking her blonde curls smoothing out frizz trying to make an appearance on the worst day ever. -You can do this- She whispered to herself. Her eyes glazed ahead watching the chaos inside the tiny News Station preparing for their special guest.
This was her first major break as the year 2008 presented itself when Suzy Harvar the most popular Newscaster in Ginger town for the past 30 years retired two days ago. Marron Chestnut was rushed into the new role, fulfilling Ginger town's Lead Newscaster. Marron grunted adjusting the turquoise blouse, stuffing nearby Kleenex inside her B cup bra. It was a poor attempt of sex appeal hoping to help win over the audience.
"Here try these" Zali slammed two breast enhancement pads into Marron petite hands. Zali ran across the station flipping switches quickly preparing for their special guest.
"Trust me" Zali yelled across the station towards the shocked blonde. Marron gulped doing just that, as she fixed herself appropriately sliding the enhancer inside each cup. She tugged her turquoise skirt feeling its snugness across her stomach regretting her craving for potato chips. "Ugh why Dende must I need chips." She burped under her breath tasting the left over sour cream.
"Make sure we get those lights above calibrated" Zali yelled to the others, watching their Boss exit his office. Mr. Robert wore the classic logo Channel 9 green polo and khaki pants. He suspiciously walked around watching everyone perform their duties. He made his way to the station gazing upon his new host. He took noticed of her new appearance and silently nodded towards her.
Marron nervously nodded running her manicured nails down her nude color panty hose she bought just that morning. She could feel the recent fray tears reaching her middle thigh. -Shit- She was having major withdrawals of professionalism one disaster after another today. She bit her lip, noticing the countdown clock as Mr. Robert entered his office again. -Ten minutes-
After hosting unbearable short news reels for the station with lame titles "How to keep your garden cucumbers crisp?" Or "Local High-school Baseball scores" She needed this break, this promotion…. This Dream.
-Dende Please-
She twirled herself toward the camera, the blaring lights above the prompter indicating a commercial until her guest's arrival. Marron managed to apply pink lip gloss, brush her curls, adjust her breast and pop a Tums. She rehearsed these lines throughout the evening, which was the hint of her potato chips fiasco and her burning esophagus. She checked her appearance one last time on her mini compact swiftly tossing it into her purse feeling a cool breeze hit her heated skin.
An echoing door slam throughout the small 15x15 studio catching everyone's attention. The awkward silence screeched throughout the news station. Mr. Robert exiting his office nervously approaching the door.
Trunks cleared his throat analyzing the small crowd when a name tag captured his attention "Robert". Trunks scanned the tag "Manager" outlined under the name. He greeted the chunky man with a unique fluffy black mustache. " Trunks Briefs… Hello" Marron squinted her eyes trying to catch a glimpse of the man who was going to turn this town into something much more than a pit-stop on a busy Interstate. Capsule Corporation interest in Ginger town was the bustling rumor in the rural town and so was he.
Marron popped a peppermint, carefully watching him stride forward, the silky lavender hair swayed with his motions, his ocean blue eyes holding a mystic haze. -Oh Dende-
Trunks held an authoritarian demeanor with a spicy grin as he drew closer to the studio Mono lights and her. The blue Armani suit hugged his muscular figure making his blue eyes piercing. Marron gulped, The man was overdress with expensive clothing in Ginger-town He stood out coming from the city.
Her coworker Zali rushed to his figure, applying a sound pack. "Good Morning Mr. Briefs so glad you could join us." She announced as she wrapped wires around his muscular body and near his tucked white shirt clipping the pack on his brown belt. Marron whispered under breath, the rehearsed lines trying think clearly. " And now Ginger-town can be expecting tossing and tucking Capsules with our guest of Honor President Trunks Vegeta Briefs. Capsule Corporation breaking grounds in two weeks."
She continued to run it through her purse lips, watching the lavender hair man take a seat beside her. He gently smiled, clasping his hands together on the wavy water damage studio counter. He seemed cool as a cucumber, not even a bead of sweat. He wiggled his eyebrows, "Hey, Trunks Vegeta Briefs." He extended his broad bronze hand forward to her. Marron nodded, taking his hand for a brief shake, her sweaty palms giving him all he needed to know about her nervousness.
"Three minutes." Zali announced, adjusting the large studio camera, setting its parameters. The News Station Boss Mr. Robert stood in the back corner extinguishing a nervous cigarette, swiping it across the chip concrete studio floor. He watched his secondary broadcaster, ready herself for the major break they needed. Marron blinked her sapphire eyes, the time slipping by, as Trunks leaned into her right ear. "No worries, I don't bite." He chuckled, as she gave a giggle of embarrassment, her cheeks turning crimson immediately. "Just keep it brief and sweet." Trunks winked, adjusting his tie, and passing his right hand through his silky lavender locks turning his vision to the camera as Zali announced "One minute. Marron prompt and ready." Zali snapped her fingers as Marron nervously focused on the large black camera blinking a red flashing light. She could feel the nervous butterflies, her lips blowing a wisp of curly blonde hair away from her vision. She flashed her teeth breaking into a fake smile.
"10 seconds." Zali announced loudly again.
Trunks adjusted himself on the bar-stool, flashing his pearly white teeth still holding a flirtatious spice.
"Good Morning Ginger town I'm your host Marron Chestnut, Today we um…..um… we…. We… " She paused momentarily, swallowing the hard lump in her throat . She chewed inside gum, -NO...NO...Oh Dende ...what do I say.. -
Marron couldn't think nor react, Zali drew the large camera closer hoping to snap her friend focus. Mr. Robert nervously gripped his chin, she was choking during the live broadcast. They were in the spotlight as numbers of 5,065 occasionally blinked on the studio projectors indicating its audience. Mr. Robert cleared his throat, productively coughing stomach acid nervously -This was not good-
Marron snapped her head eyes fixated on the camera. She nervously tucked a blonde curl behind her ear, as Trunks peered a questionable expression towards the blonde. Marron eyes flickered suddenly breaking the silence her voice staggered "And now Ginger town can be expecting the new vendor facility of the tossing and fucking President Trunks Vegeta Briefs."
-Holy Shit-
Trunks cleared his throat, nervously tugging on his tie. "Yes as President of the Capsule Corps. We are now planning to open the new facility within Ginger-town and can now project two thousand plus jobs." He turned into the camera flashing a smile. He bit his lip nearly drawing blood, the blunder mistake nearly breaking his composure. He didn't want to further humiliate the cute blonde next to him.
"Cut...cut…" Zali, flipped the gray switch going right into commercial break. The sheer utter chaos couldn't have gone any worse. Capsule Corporation not becoming the news but rather the cute blonde cursing under her breath.
Marron slapped her petite hands upon her chubby face, the sheer embarrassment and the big moment swiftly passing through her grasp. "Oh my Dende" she exacerbated. Trunks twirled on the bar-stool, raising an eyebrow mischievously. Marron slowly released her hands away from her crimson face, facing the President forwardly. She was now the idiot broadcasting "fucking" CC President on live TV. She could see her face plastered on youtube, facebook, twitter and all social media on replay. Trunks grasped her arm warmly giving it a tight squeeze.
"It was brief but rather sweet, you threw in a dash of spice huh. Might have to muff that word "fucking." He chuckled, the blonde twitching her lips in utter shock.
End of Flashback
Marron vicariously walked to security keypad entering the secret numbers cautiously. The expansive kitchen welcomed her with a cold breeze and darkness. She tugged on her leather brown bag, tossing it on the granite kitchen island, nearly knocking over an empty yellow fruit bowl. -Thank Dende- She muttered readjusting the bowl and flipping the light-switch.
Marron carefully eyed the wine rack quickly passing her fingers along the array of bottles grabbing her favorite. - Pinot Noir - She was reminiscing the previous evening filled with adequate sex as she stretched her achy back popping the cork. The streak nearing 90 days without a thrust dick wearing thin until last night. She twirled her wine glass filling the elegant glass with bright red liquid.
-Bing…..Bing….Bing - Quickly glancing at her Iphone, her fingers gently scrolled across the shiny screen.
"What the hell?" She muttered under her breath, not even 6:15am and it was binging. She adjusted her ID tag "CC Media Advisor" on the wrinkled red material as she typed away searching for any inclination as to why a Panda was making the news.
The incident years ago caused Mr. Robert to fire her on the spot in front of the famous CC President. Trunks snickering a laugh but his sympathy sparked an invite to supper that same day with the shy blonde. What Marron thought was the most embarrassing moment in her life was yes still embarrassing but it embarked her new journey. The duo developed an immediate bond that day which pushed her to Tokyo city. Her dreams of becoming a famous newscaster tossed out the window, but instead a new job offer by yours truly. Marron Chestnut held the title CC Media Advisor for six and half years. The title was quickly created by Trunks who desperately needed it or at least that was the story created by his unique persuasion to his mother.
"So the best way to remediate another incident, let's take the problem and make it a solution." Trunks spoke to his mother years ago, landing Marron Chestnut his trusty companion. And let's be honest it didn't feel like work with her new boss.
Marron quickly turned on the coffee pot, as the sounds and scent of brewing Colombian coffee steamed inside the large CC east room. The large venue was his personal space with massive panoramic views of the city. The marble floors shining a glaze as her petite pumps glided across. She leaned over opening the blinds of the large 20x20 windows, letting the glaring sun peek inside. The summer day presenting itself with the temperatures rising as condensation develops against the temper glass. Marron picked the remote off the corner of the plush brown leather sofa, flipping the station to Japan business channel. The news broadcasting CC increase 4% jump in capsules and production scrolling across the screen. She quickly jotted the number down on her Iphone notepad, when she heard the shower pipes rumble on through the kitchen wall.
-He is awake.- Marron smirked as she turned on her heel, noticing a leftover bottle of champagne and box of chocolate on the coffee table. -Mindy was here- She knew he had a visitor last night. She peered inside the box of chocolate grabbing a sweet coconut smacking right into it. The sweet gooey chocolate not cheap, but Godiva. -Hmmmm-
Trunks didn't flaunt being rich but she grew up in Ginger town, the closest delicate chocolate was a candy bar at the corner store. The Godiva smoothness and cocoa sweetness being a perfect breakfast as she expertly stole another piece. The breakfast wasn't balanced but it would do as she took a seat at the kitchen island. The wooden plush stool provided enough support as she expertly reviewed CC social media site updating news clip about the President's upcoming gala event. The phone continued to buzz on the CC twitter account, unknowingly why. - bing….. bing…bing- She quickly opened it, scrolling through the new popular trend and request. The time slipping by her as she continued to twirl the wine glass.
The wooden bedroom door open as he emerged into the room. Trunks dress shoes dragged across the polished floor, noticing his blonde friend. He ran his hand through his wet lavender hair watching her gingerly play on her phone. He wore a crisp white shirt with a purple and yellow swirl tie appearing well rested. He gave her a smirk as he gently grasped the brewing coffee pot. The glass pot dinging against the CC mug placed near the pot as he poured the steamy liquid. Trunks didn't speak until the first sip of coffee, a general rule between the duo. She twirled her fingers above her Iphone working it's magic, never making eye contact. She only listened to his movements waiting patiently.
Trunks opened a few sugar packets pouring it into the steamy brown liquid stirring the contents with a small silver spoon she had laid out for him. The white CC mug gently touched his lips, the exclusive coffee, his addiction along with a Newport cigarette. Trunks let a satisfying groan escape his lips, with this first sip. He quickly grabbed a pack of Newport cigarettes from the kitchen drawer below. The perfect combo, as he tapped the carton against his hands leaning on the kitchen island now ready to speak.
"Ok Muffs, what's the breakdown?" He asked, pulling a cigarette from the crinkled pack and wetting it with his lips. He adored calling her the nickname.
She chuckled, shaking her head teasingly, "So your new agenda for the day is to address the stocks. The trend is we are gaining 4%, plus something about panda bears has been binging on social media. Perhaps a photo opportunity with a local zoo would help.. and…-" She paused when he lit his cigarette and abruptly waved his hands.
"Muffs, that's not what I'm addressing." Trunks fingers pointing towards the wrinkle dress, which appeared ko-noodled. The red floral dress hugged her curves and was indeed wrinkled from the evening. Marron ignored the remark as she pulled feminine wipes from her purse gently wiping herself. The scent of tropical deodorant lingering in the room entering his sensitive nostrils. He shook his head walking around the island.
"What happened with the pups?" He genuinely asked while sipping on coffee, and taking a seat next to her on a plush stool. He peered down her dress, with an curious eyebrow.
"What exactly is that supposed to mean?" Marron addressed passing her hands through her blonde curls. She twitched her petite nose in aggravation.
"Well did you down size?" He snickered, pulling his cigarette to his purse lips and inhaling nicotine glory. Marron breast padding completely removed from the red dress the tiny B cups barely fitting the wrinkled dress..
"Look I have no comment, it got him in ok." Marron snided, the CC mental health awareness event she coarsely hooked up with Chester again.
"So Chester am I right?" Trunks snickered knowing exactly who she went home with. The guy was an accounting genius with the corporation named Blaztz, which developed apps and functions for gaming material. He had a chubbiness about him, with brunette thick hair, a thick mustache typically wearing an green sweaters with khakis. Chester was a big supporter of the mental health functions CC held annually. The small gathering always came with press, awards and collaboration with other companies within Tokyo. Capsule Corp. prided itself in support of many health related issues. Breast Cancer awareness, Prostate cancer awareness, Mental Health, Diabetes, and Heart disease just to name a few and at each one it was a required gathering with the President and a speech. Thankfully Marron always had the speech ready for Trunks to read and memorize minutes before the event. Trunks lips tugged upward with a broad smile, he knew Muffs embarrassing secret.
"So was the snapping turtle in or out? Muahh." Trunks gestured his right hand opening and closing it, tenderly grabbing her face. He broke out laughing, when she swatted his hand away.
"Dende grow up already! You know foreskin trepidation is a fear of mine. Dare I mention we just had a mental health function." She giggled as he snapped his hands tickling her side.
"Stop it Boxer Boy!" She yelped, swatting his hands harder making him pull away.
He chuckled, pulling the cigarette to his lips for one last inhale. He slowly exhaled smearing the bud in a glass ash tray centered on the island. The swirl of smoke lingering around the duo the scent of his nicotine relaxing her nerves. Chester was her weakness, the guy had a unique way getting her in the sheets.
"So how was the sex? Did he even pull off the dress? Or busted a load in your inner thigh?" He laughed, swirling his lukewarm coffee before taking his last sip.
"You do know you are paying me right now to talk about my sex life." She snide handing him a manila folder from her brown leather bag. He snatched it with a chuckle not entertaining her to open it.
"I say money well spent. But seriously Muffs I'm happy for you. I could tell you needed some dick." Trunks wink, tucking a wavy curly blonde hair behind her ear. The gesture was so tender but expected from him. He held no remorse or embarrassment with her, she was his best friend. "If I had to guess, he lasted ehhh a minute maybe two." Trunks remarked standing up and adjusting his tie finally opening the manila folder of doom. He studied it, leaning over the kitchen island, his muscles gracefully moving across his button shirt. He gripped the island inquisitively going through each individual item on the list.
"It was adequate. I'm not embarrassed by the number more so than the quality." She announced, taking a sip of wine. Trunks gifting her several bottles of Pinot Noir inside his kitchen. It was her addiction of luscious sweet flavor and her morning glory. The wonders of working for a boss, who didn't give two shits as long as she kept up with the trends and news for him. She vicariously watched him go through the list, knowing when he got to number 17 there would be a remark.
"Ah ha…. the dirty and gush charge on the account. Darn typo, shouldn't it be dirt and garden expo." He smirked, knowing it would be here on the list. The budget expense report provided every morning by Muffs. He did enjoy his Sunday evening escaping the mental health function early with a social partaking of a few business men. The escape to the Dirty Gush Strip club needed. So technically it was a business expense, but his mother reading the report a few days later wouldn't be entertained.
"Well, partaking in that department of crazy is important right?" Marron joked, knowing he would get a tad flustered. His cheeks briefly turned a light pink, before a smirk tugged on his thin lips.
"Now Muffs such functions are important for business." Trunk's remark taking a blue fountain pen fixing the " typo" drawing a line through gush with his standard signature. Trunks grabbed a black suit jacket hanging on the cherry wood coat rack near his bedroom door. He swiftly buttoned the two gray buttons, and fixed his cuffs.
"The chocolate and leftover champagne tells me did you last a minute or two?" Marron swiped the report and manila folder quickly putting it in her leather bag. She took a large gulp of wine knowing it would be the last for the day before her return.
"Now Muffs, Saiyans don't kiss and tell. But if you must know, I can last longer and I mean very long. Like..in fact such a length that is...well-"
Marron interrupted gently placing her index finger on his lip to abruptly stop his chatter quickly looking at her watch.
"I know...I know.." She joked, pushing him forward, needing to make arrangements with the zoo. The IPhone buzzing with several bings the new headlines of the CC President photoshop with a panda bear appearing across social media platforms. The title "Which one is more adorable?". The trend showing Trunks numbers up by 8%. She gently shook her head, he would be tickled to know he probably will be taking a photo with a bear today if she could work her magic.
Trunks clasped his hands "Ok, Muffs sheesh" as he strolled down the marble stairs with her petite heels following close behind him. "FYI, You need to have lunch with your mother. She is requesting an update on the new invention." Marron spoke, taking the last step on the marble staircase grasping the gold railing. Trunks quickly turned his heel facing her with an glaring expression.
"Muffs, I thought we've had an agreement." He spoke sternly, opening the glass door, letting her go first as expected of a gentleman.
PART 2
The beaming sun welcomed the duo in the garden as they passed through several floral arrangements left over from the Mental Health event. The heat searing Trunks skin as he led her through the concrete hallway to a variety of park cars. She knew exactly which one he would choose, already pulling at the door handle of the blue Toyota Supra Sport car. Marron tugged her red dress downward slipping into the black leather seat tossing her bag on the floor mat. "Ahh refreshing Tropical scent." Trunks sniffed the air teasingly jingling the car keys. "Fuck you, I had a busy night." Muffs mumbled turning knobs inside the orange lit car adjusting the seat forward and cool air vents.
He took the key revving the engine with a few pumps of the gas pedal. " FYI I can't continue to avoid your mother. And let's be honest I'm not good under pressure and her demands." Marron admitted adjusting the seat belt as he sped outside the garage, the rubber tires succumbing to his driving. Marron yelped her butt sliding across the seat, with each turn and demanding force. Marron grasped the "oh shit handle" adjusting herself trying her best to type on the annoying iPhone. The screech of tires could be heard as Trunks increased his speed on the interstate ramp, his fingers gripping the steering wheel tightly. Marron hiccuped feeling her wine slushing inside her stomach. She needed fresh air, the aggressive driving with his Saiyan quickness making her stomach churned.
"What does Mom want to know?" He angrily spoke, yanking the visor and tugging it down. Marron looked up from her phone briefly to him. "She wants to know if it is ready? And why are you avoiding her?" Marron meekly spoke noting his sour mood and the car swaying with its speed. The young Saiyan and his mother getting into an heated argument several weeks ago. Unknown among anyone why? The business was flourishing and numbers were good so the surprise turmoil between the two being a mystery. Marron never seen Trunks this emotional about an argument, which let's be honest it is the Briefs. The family was a mixture of crazy, spicy and chaotic. Bulma and Vegeta often getting into heated arguments being part of their weird romance. Marron was used to all the spicy chaos the family had to offer but Trunks was keeping this particular argument close to his chest.
Trunks gripped the steering wheel tighter, with a frustrated growl escaping his thin lips.
"Hey …. Hey ….don't shoot the messenger." Marron waved her hands feeling herself slide forward to an abrupt stop. The crossing of shoga lane and zeus highway being a busy intersection inside the city of Kawasaki. "Fucking red light" He exacerbated tapping his fingers on the wheel in deep thought.
Marron turned her attention to the green Mitsubishi car across the lane waving intently to the cute guy inside. Trunks turned his head, just in time to see the guy speed forward the light swiftly turning green. He shifted the Supra driving forward taking the left lane.
"Muffs, Who's that? Trunks asked, perplexed and curious. He shifted in his seat, turning the ac knob to 60 degrees. The heat scorching unbearable, even in the early morning hours. He read the orange lit dashboard reading 98 degrees feeling the leather burn his skin.
"Oh thats' the McDonald's drive thru guy." Marron replied, shrugging her shoulders innocently. She threw her IPhone inside her leather bag recognizing the next turn "Hickory Hill"
"That's really fucking sad." Trunks replied, finally taking the last road to their destination turning the blue car onto the gravel drive.
"Wow, this coming from a Saiyan who is prohibited to go inside a Taco Bell." Maz snided, the Taco Bell incident freshly sore.
"Trunks Vegeta Briefs doesn't share his Nachos Bell Grande. I warned you and you tried to take some. I offered to buy your own fucking nachos." Trunks exacerbated slamming the Toyota into park. The Supra car jutted forward with force kicking dust upward. Trunks growled once more, the heat already affecting him. He tapped the dash, as the temperature rose another degree on the LED screen. He turned the key letting the engine stop as he peered forward. The first stop and the first on his agenda.
"Well I didn't think you go ape shit nearly destroying the fucking place. It was just two fucking chips" Marron yelled unbuckling her seatbelt and exiting the car with a slam of the blue door. She sighed, the heat flustering both of them. It wasn't even an hour into the work day and the bickering began. -Damn Saiyan- She knew this wasn't the best approach, especially being here. She peered her vision to the white brick facility with several elderly patients watching the heated couple. Trunks exited the car slamming the car door, peering his vision to the onlookers. He walked over to her as she was fumbling through her leather bag. She pulled out a yellow carmex applying the chapstick on her dry lips. Trunks tiptoed apologetically opening his muscular arms, approaching the blonde. She wanted to blame the heat or blame him but honestly who knew why the sudden rise in anger. Marron knew this wasn't the time or place.
"Fine Muffs, it's snapping Turtle time" He gestured with his open hand, clasping it and opening it again. The sly smirk tugging his lips, the sexy blue eyes dancing with mischief.
"The snapping Turtle or should I say the Snapper." He pounced at her then chased her around the car as she tried her best to run around in her red pump heels. Trunks was a hoot, often knowing how to diffuse her anger. She giggled, as he wrapped his arms around her, finally capturing her in his grasp. She broke out into laughter, holding her stomach as he took his fingers trying to snap at her. "Ok please...mercy..I call mercy. Crazy Saiyan" She yelled, not able to take another tickle snapper attack. Trunks stopped slowly backing away his fingers and gingerly kissed her forehead. "Sorry Muffs, but never take a Saiyan's man food. "" He took his right hand tipping her chin upward, giving her a sexy Vegeta style smirk. Trunks pleased to quickly change the subject about his mother. "Unless the food is offered off my body."
"Ha you wish, you couldn't handle this." Marron playfully punched his arm, pulling his jacket forward and adjusting his now lopsided tie. Trunks smoothly smiled feeling relief as Muffs petite fingers fixed his tie. You ready?" She peered upward gazing his handsome features, his jaw tightened and blue eyes in deep thought.
"I'm never ready for this, yet we do it everyday." Trunks admitted sadly, he hated this. It was the only thing he felt useless, vulnerable and out of control. Yet, Muffs always scheduled it for him, the quality time needed.
Trunks nervously cleared his throat pulling his brown leather wallet as he walked the corridor leading to the doors. A few residents swaying on rocking chairs outside watching the duo with curiosity. The nursing home held functions for the residents everyday, today was brunch with cool fruit and punch. " Good Morning sweeties" a elderly woman spoke watching the duo near closer as she sip her punch. Trunks chuckled to himself, probably giving the onlookers some entertainment with Muffs with his little game. " Morning Mam, beautiful day ehh?" Trunks spoke respectfully nodding his head as the grayish hair lady smirk and nodded back tipping her cup upward.
Trunks opens the glass doors hearing Muff's following him, her heels clicking on the gray tile floor. He glided his feet to the pink nurses station, tapping the bell twice for a visitation. The nurses could be seen in the medicine room tucked in the corner and another at the charting station. The nurses station was circular in the middle of the facility with three connecting hallways. Trunks grimaced with the familiar scent of baby powder and antiseptic solution entering his nostrils. He pulled his ID from his wallet waiting patiently for Stacy to come forward. He knew she was busy, as she sat near the station twirling the phone cord. She could be seen writing several notes down, and listening intently on the gray bulky phone. Stacy was the secretary for the unit, she was always cheerful and quite an open personality. Muffs often remarking he should take her out on a date. Trunks continued to watch her innocently.
Stacy the young brunette usually held her hair in a ponytail, wore pink eye shadow matching her pink lips. She was a little curvy, which honestly he didn't mind and she definitely had a very nice ass in those pink mickey mouse scrubs. Stacy turned her head, catching a flash of lavender standing at the station. The duo recognized immediately, the blonde always scrolling on her phone and his sexy smirk a welcoming invitation. She waved, and rolled her eyes while on the phone mouthing "New orders." Trunks flashed his pearly teeth smiling and nodding.
"Yo, give her an opportunity to eat Taco Bell off your body." Marron snickered, adjusting her leather bag on her shoulder. She watched Trunks turn his head, quivering an eyebrow upward, "Really Taco Bell, I'm not into nacho cheese like that Muffs. If a woman is eating anything off my body it's whip cream."
"Oh and here I thought you wanted something cheesy and fun." She joked pinching his arm as he rolled his blue eyes. "FYI you are gaining on the panda bear in polls. And I've emailed the zoo still waiting for a reply." She scanned her phone, the bings continued as she searched through her email.
"What the fuck does a Panda bear have to do with me?" He curiously asked, tapping his fingers on the station counter. "I honestly don't know what started the trend. Perhaps you look like a bear. I have no fucking clue." Marron replied, biting into her polish red nails. She had a bad habit with waiting, her inpatient capabilities always making her flustered and abrupt.
" Really Muffs, your best guess is I look like a bear. Maybe I fuck like a bear..- Trunks abruptly paused feeling Stacy's presence on the other side of the counter.
"Hey, what kind of bear are you guys talking about? Because I saw on Facebook you and "Cuddles" the panda." Stacy announced as Marron slammed her hand to her forehead the light bulb going off."Of course the panda bear was named Cuddles."
"So Stacy, our normal visitation please." Trunks changed the subject quickly, shaking his head the nonsense starting a Monday in competition with a panda bear. He leaned over the station flashing the young brunette a warm smile. The button shirt tightly hugging his muscles stretching across the counter.
"Sure.. of course." Stacy replied by filling out the tags and handing him a visitation form. He grabbed the sheet, scrolling through, signing his name on each highlighted area. He quickly gave it to Muffs, who took the pen and signed the bottom. She promptly went back to her Iphone, a frustrated groan escaping her lips. She started to dial the zoo, and placed the phone to her ear as Stacy handed them each a visitor tag. Marron clipped it to her V neck dress and followed Trunks towards the west third hall. Stacy guided them through, as they passed several residents. The line for the beauty parlor inside the facility was busy with several elderly women waiting. Then down to the right several men could be seen playing chess and eating crackers.
"Yes, this is CC Media advisor. Can I speak to the manager of the zoo." Marron announced turning left following the duo in front of her. Trunks casually was talking to Stacy, his hands in his pockets as they neared room 333. Stacy gave Trunks a sympathetic look explaining a few medical terms for what Marron could catch between classical music on her phone and Stacy voice. " Hello this is Susan Manager of Zoo and Acquatics" Marron paused abruptly taking a seat outside the room on the familiar lounge chair as Trunks entered. She always gave him privacy, while she worked her magic on the phone.
Trunks entered following Stacy into the luke warm room. The room was decorated with several pictures of the Briefs family and several blue streamers tucked in the corner of the was his grandfather favorite color, who recently admitted into the facility. After a myocardial infarction Dr. Briefs was suffering muscle damage. Stacy finished her updates, as Trunks took a seat by his grandfather bedside.. Stacy grabbed a few old paper cups off the over-bed table and gently walked out giving the family privacy. She nodded at Marron who sat on the familiar green lounge chair outside the door, the phone near her right ear.
"Well you took long enough? What's got you running late today?" snapped, his residency here making him quite angry. He hated it here but long term nursing care needed. The old man was still suffering with weakness, as he coughed getting into a Fowler's position on the bed with a push of a button on the bed frame.
"Well you know Pops, I get busy." Trunks admitted, taking the cafeteria platter and opening it for his grandfather. The steam swirled above the platter while Trunks gently placed a napkin under his Grandfather chin neatly tucked inside his blue shirt. Next to the duo was Dr. Briefs roommate named Betty. She could be seen sitting in her own bed watching the grandson and grandfather open their Styrofoam containers. " What is it? Betty Queried, pulling tightly to her chest a bald naked doll. "None of your damn business." Dr. Briefs yelped towards his annoying roommate snapping his bacon in half. Betty was a strange individual usually dressing herself in bright neon color pajamas and having conversations with her doll. She held the baby doll tightly her dementia demanded her to take care of the creepy doll. Trunks flashed her a warm smile. "How's the baby?" He asked, watching her intently. She bit her lip "Fine"
"Don't talk to that bitch. She keeps stealing my pudding." Dr. Briefs announced taking a bite of his eggs. Trunks snickered biting his lip. He opened a salt packet sprinkling it on his eggs and bacon enjoying the aroma before digging in with a Saiyan fashion. "Disgusting" Betty whispered to her doll watching the Lavender hair man eat ravenously. "Well Pops just tell her to stop." Trunks proclaimed his mouth full, continuing to chew. Their usual breakfast the only quality time he had with his grandfather. The once cheerful full of energy Pops now frail and sick with a hint of grouchiness.
"I won't. Baby Suzy is hungry." Betty snapped watching the two as she got off her bed. She tiptoed towards the duo her pink neon gown swayed and her pink slippers squeaked with each advancing step. Trunks senses heightened as she drew near. She roughly tapped Trunks shoulder, her fingers digging into his deltoid muscle. Trunks wiped his mouth with a napkin, turning his attention to Mrs. Betty.
"Fuck you." Mrs Betty screamed, flipping her middle finger at the young man. Marron peek inside briefly as she continued to talk with another Zoo employee. The shriek scream breaking her attention curious who else was Trunks pissing off today much like Vegeta. - Really Saiyan?- Marron mentally anguish watching the scene. Betty walked through the door frame and nodded her head at Marron. The determining elderly lady proud of herself, walking down the hall singing a lullaby to her doll. -Might as well be chucky- Marron thought to herself tapping her fingers now being place on hold again. The classical music bullshit buzzing in her ear again. - ugh Dende-
Trunks growled, was this really the best room Capsule Corp. paid thousands of dollars for? His Pops should have the best of the best, yet Hills Nursing Home proclaimed their capacity was overwhelmed.
"Don't worry about that bitch." Dr. Briefs stated, snapping his finger getting Trunks attention swiftly. He knew his grandson's temper easily riled. He scratched his lavender mustache, giving Trunks shirt a stiff tug. Trunks growled mumbling under his breath in his Saiyan language. Dr. Briefs hushed him with a stern look, as Trunks complied dipping his toast in strawberry jam. "Good now eat." Dr. Briefs winked sipping his orange juice.
"Hey Briefs, how is your breakfast?" a meek shy voice asked as the elderly woman across the hall name Lucy entered. She was dressed in a white and cream color gown, her gray and silver hair held in a bun with curls. It was evident she had recently been to Hair Salon. The vanilla scent of hairspray entering Trunks nostrils as he quickly stood acknowledging her surprise presence.
"It's fucking eggs, that's how breakfast is going Lucy." Dr. Briefs coughed, aggravated why couldn't anyone just eat peacefully around here.
"Oh ok well just checking, it is so nice to see your grandson.' She stated, gingerly holding her hands, as Trunks offered her the chair but she declined with a wave. She nodded "I'll check with you again for lunch. Nice to see you Trunks." Lucy announced swiftly leaving the luke warm room. Lucy brown leather tennis shoes squeaked gliding towards Marron, "You're such a pretty young lady. Keep that hunk ok." Lucy winked as she left Marron confused for a moment briefly looking up from her phone. She peered back inside the room watching Trunks wipe his grandfather's mouth with a napkin, the leftover egg yolk dripping. She smiled, turning her attention back to the phone. Lucy was already down the hallway near the coffee bar.
"Pops you hitting that?" Trunks snickered, crinkling the napkin in his grasp. -A busy visiting morning- He thought to himself with a smirk, his grandfather wouldn't admit his loneliness. Mrs. Briefs leaving earth a decade ago, the two inseparable deeply in love. The lost caused Trunks to develop a stronger bond with his grandfather. Dr. Briefs literally raising Trunks when his parents were too busy. Vegeta typically training in the gravity room and his mother running the business. Trunks loved his grandfather so much, but even after the heart attack the realization you only had so many days counted here on earth. So why not adventure.?
"Boy, I take heart medications, I can't even get blood pumping to my heart. So what makes you think I got blood pumping to my dick. Besides Lucy is a pest." Dr. Briefs gently pushed the cafeteria plate away from him, his stomach full. He passed his fingers on the nightstand grabbing a red mint.
"Hey..hey You only live once." Trunks opening his Pops plate grabbing one of his strips of bacon and biting into it. He leaned back into the plush metal chair. His smirk tugging his lips, his eyes meeting his Pops pearly eyes. The elderly man crinkling the mint wrapper placing the menthol mint in his mouth. The minty taste soothing the elderly man. He pinched his nose eyeing his grandson with a serious facial expression.
"Boy, when are you going to realize your dick ain't everything. Hmmmm. You need to get married have kids…-"
Trunks interrupted waving his hands, with a growl. He closed his cafeteria plate, "Pops let's not ok." Trunks quickly stood shoving bedside table across the room. He shoved his hands inside his pockets frustrated. He didn't want another lecture about life. "How are you feeling Pops?" Trunks changing the subject glancing at the IV pole near the bedside.
"Ehh..tired. And I don't do shit." Dr. Briefs crossed his arms. He had been ordered bed bound for the past few weeks. Dr. Briefs lavender hair usually combed now in disarray and his once plump face slowly thinning.
"Well, haven't you been entertained by Betty? How about Lucy? She comes to visit you? And you snapped at her!" Trunks tried his best to keep his cool tapping the IV Pole watching the saline bag sway. Dr. Briefs waved his hands in defense, suckling on his mint.
"Boy, what is this I hear about you and your mother?" He asked, changing the subject quickly both men avoiding the other in a dance of questions. Trunks rolled his eyes grabbing the pudding cup Stacy left for them. The chocolate and vanilla swirl a new flavor for the hallway. His Saiyan hunger was not relished, especially after his stripper friend Mindy caused his toes curls with an amazing blow job last night. Trunks pulled the wrapper back and dipped his spoon for a huge bite.
Trunks smack his lips the taste first sweet then...then..very…. Very…. bitter. He coughed spitting out the pudding back into the cup.
"What the hell is this? Satan's shit?" Trunks coughed again the pudding horribly bitter and yucky. He smacked his lips gagging, the muscle reflex in his throat causing him to cough violently.
Trunks swiped the orange juice near his grandfather and gulped it down his esophagus. Dr. Briefs broke out in laughter, slapping his hands on his lap, his lavender mustache twitching.
"I told you boy this isn't a Ritz Carlton." Dr. Briefs snickered, watching his grandson rub his tongue with a napkin. The taste did not leave his mouth or taste buds. He coughed again clearing his throat. Marron peek inside the room again, her fingers skillfully texting on her phone.
"And you are worried about Betty stealing your pudding?" Trunks proclaimed, his eyes briefly glancing toward Marron as she looked at the men curiously. She nervously avoided eye contact texting quickly. Trunks raised an eyebrow perplexed . "The bitch steals the lemon flavor but answer my question Boy Hmmm?" Dr. Briefs questioned breaking the Saiyan attention from Marron.
Trunks shrugged his shoulders, throwing the napkins in the gray pale near the bedside. He adjusted his swirly tie leaning forward taking a seat again. "She told you?" He asked, with a curious brow. Dr. Briefs nodded, with a warm smile "Just that you two had a spat."
Trunks nervously grabbed a mint, opening the wrapper suckling on it's flavor. Dr. Briefs patiently waited fiddling with his blue blanket, but Trunks remained silent. He bit his lip unsure what to say.
"Boy, you need to-"
Trunks interrupted Dr. Briefs again standing up with a wave of his hands. "Look Pops I'm here to visit you not talk about business or any other matters." Trunks gripped his hips frustrated, blowing a wisp of lavender hair away from his vision. He leaned on the bed frame gently tapping his fingers on the IV pole focusing on the saline bag again.
"Look Boy, you only live once." Dr. Briefs reversed to his grandson. Trunks was spiraling out of control, still living the bachelor twentyish lifestyle as he neared the age thirty four. The elderly man didn't know what the mother and son duo fought over but Bulma was very upset about it. When she mentioned Trunks was ignoring her, something strange was going on? "Pop I ...well….I need to-" Trunks meekly spoke but bit his tongue when he heard pumps squeak inside the room.
Muffs entered the room gentle tapping her watch making eye contact with her boss. She strolled over to Dr. Briefs giving him a peck on his flush cheek. "Hey Dr. Briefs, you look good. How were the eggs?' She tugged at her brown leather bag feeling her phone buzz again.
"So do you my beautiful dear. Eggs are shit." Dr. Briefs winked, as she giggled. She patted the elderly man's shoulder, digging in her brown leather bag handing him his favorite treat a mini bag of skittles. The secretive delicacy not allowed on his diet, or at least what the nursing home could offer. Trunks shook his head brushing his hand through his lavender hair, he welcomed the interruption unsure if he should have spoken.
"Trunks I hate to interrupt but we are slightly lacking in time." She pointed to her silver watch again. Trunks bent over giving his grandfather a large hug. " Love you Pops. And for Dende sakes hit that." He chuckled. Dr. Briefs waved his hands in frustration by his grandson's remarks, but blew a kiss to Trunks.
Trunks turned his attention to Muffs who was waiting patiently near the door frame of the room. He walked forward, quickly taking one last sip of orange juice. He glanced at his gold watch quickly realizing the time himself. They needed to be back at CC for a statistics meeting that started three minutes ago. He snapped his fingers at Muffs as she turned walking through the hallway to the nursing station. He jogged after her nearing the nursing station both quickly throwing their visitation tags. Muffs ignored him walking faster, her little pumps clicking. Trunks snapped his fingers again as he jogged outside the glass doors she was a few steps ahead of him. "Hey...Hey…" She ignored him dancing her fingers across her Iphone. -Fuck he is piss!-
"Yo what happened? You know I pay you for updates and time management." Trunks spoke clicking his key fob unlocking the blue Supra doors. He quickened his pace matching hers as she purposely avoided him literally jogging to the car. Trunks gently grabbed her side the red dress snugly pulling across her heated body, the sun glaring as she faced him.
"It's your damn job" He spoke sternly.