Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Not Forgotten, Not Alone ❯ Sweet ‘n sour ( Chapter 3 )

Disclaimer: I barely own enough money to go to college, let alone the computer I'm using to write this out. So please, do not believe I do in fact own DB/Z/GT, as I don't need another visit from the lawyers of hell.

A/N: Hey, it only took me about a month to get this chapter out, I think I'm doing pretty good!

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Not Forgotten, Not Alone

Chapter Three

Sweet `n sour

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It was a new feeling and she wasn't quite sure how to deal with it. It wasn't just that the door and windows to her small apartment were locked, but there was something else about this place. It wasn't that it made her feel warm and safe, though neither did she feel cold and insecure. It was something quite unlike those two. She felt for the first time in a long time, as though she truly belonged somewhere. As though this one place was where she was meant to be the whole time.

She felt . . .

Welcome.

This place with the white walls and soft floor, it welcomed her.

Slowly closing her eyes in contentment Pan leaned her head to rest against her pillow. The day had been long, and very much stressful, considering whom she would now be working for. A slightly bemused smirk crossed her face as she thought sourly, "First impressions indeed."

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Earlier that day . . .

"His latest secretary suddenly developed a strange illness, and so now we have an opening for you." Bra chirped as she lead Pan back down the hallways she distinctly remembered from earlier.

"You'll start right away, so you can get settled in of course. Your hours are from 7:00am to 7:00pm, with a one thirty minuet lunch, and two fifteen minuet brakes. You'll be paid twelve American dollars an hour," Bra looked over to Pan's confused face, "Mother says its more economical."

Taking a sharp turn to the right, Bra abruptly stopped. Giving a quick look at Pan, she spoke in an eerily calm voice, "I'm sure you'll do just fine."

Somehow Pan didn't quite believe the sincerity.

All said and done, Bra turned the doorknob and walked in, pausing momentarily to motion Pan to follow. Pan let her eyes swallow in the surroundings, wondering how even some one so rich could afford such things. Her eyes however, quickly landed on a face she did NOT want to see again.

Letting out a hiss, Pan half whispered, "You!"

Bra spared her brother a glance before chirping out, "Oh good, so you two already know each other. Then this should prove to be interesting indeed." Turning around and shooting Trunks a glare she continued, "Right? Well anyways, Pan, your desk is over there."

A wicked grin crossed her face as she excused herself from the room.

"Play nice you too!"

Pan glared at Trunks.

Trunks grinned at Pan.

Pan sighed, but continued to glare.

Trunks threw his head up and laughed gleefully.

Leveling his gaze with hers, Trunks said as best he could, "Who would have thought?" and then continued on his laughing craze.

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Present . . .

Setting her cup of steaming tea on the coffee table Bra innocently looked up to Trunks.

"So how was the day for you"

Setting his own cup of coffee on the table, Trunks spared his sister a bemused smile before shrugging his shoulders.

"Happily over."

Details, she needed details and a mere two worded sentence was NOT going to give her details.

"And your secretary? What do you think of her?"

Trunks had to stop himself from throwing his sister out the door.

"A secretary." Who, he might add, had a tendency to snap at him every chance she got, wouldn't allow him to leave the office, AND thought his head was a new kind of punching bag. Trunks slowly brought his hand up to his head to massage the bruises that dotted it.

Bra let out a frustrated sigh as she leaned closer to her older brother.

"And what do you think of her?"

He didn't particularly want to answer that question, he was sure his "dear" sister didn't really want to know everything he thought of his new secretary.

"Whats it matter?" Almost as an afterthought, he added, "And why did you get rid of my last one? She was just fine."

Tapping her fingers in an annoyed fashion on the table, Bra said off handedly, "She was a bimbo, her I.Q. was about negative forty thousand, and well, I just didn't like her."

Picking her cup of tea back off of the table, Bra stood up and started to walk away. She really didn't need her brother's details, she could always just as his new secretary to tell her. She couldn't be all that bad if she was already starting to annoy Trunks, right?

An evil little scheme came to her then. Trunks disliked Pan, so therefore, it would annoy him to no end if Pan became her new best friend. Oh yes, a little fun on Trunks' behalf would always lighten her day.

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Second day at work . . .

Pan's head fell to the desk. Seven in the morning was way too early to start any sort of job, especially if you had to deal with the purple headed pretty boy all day long. All she wanted to do was find a place where she could hide out from the man with no face, not where she would be buried under a swarm of paper work that she didn't have the slightest clue on how to get rid of.

Pan groaned into the desk, unsettling the papers and making them air born. Her life was hell, and her boss was the man who condemned her too it.

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filtered its way to her, forcing her head to lift from its resting place. Maybe a nice big cup of the blackest of black coffee was all she needed.

And conveniently, she didn't even have to move to get some. As Trunks had already beat her and had placed a cup by her head.

Pan lifted her groggy eyes to his and smiled meekly, offering only a mumbled "Thanks" before grabbing the cup and sipping from it.

Trunks looked at her almost pitifully, he remembered the days when getting only about four hours of sleep was hard on him.

"No sweat. If I'm not allowed to sleep, then you surely aren't." Trunks grabbed his chair and pulled it up to sit by Pan at her desk. Briefly looking over the stacks of paper work she had, he mentally praised Kami for giving him the job he had. For really, if he had to be a secretary, he didn't know how long it would take to become mentally insane.

Yep, sitting around and giving people orders to do his work was way more preferable to sorting through this paper mess.

"So, why you want to work here?" If they were going to work together, then he figured he might as well get to know her somewhat before Bra came and fired her.

Pan's gaze traveled from the stack of papers to Trunks, and then back to the paper hell. A wide smile lit her face as she realized he actually had a good point, who WOULD want to work here? Of course, it was a plus that the boss happened to be incredibly gorgeous, but still, even his good looks couldn't get rid of the headache the paper work came with.

Deciding to speak halfway truthfully, Pan answered with a slight shrug to her shoulders, "Need money."

Well, Trunks thought, that was a good reason.

"Sooo, you from around here?" It was odd, he wasn't normally the one to try and start conversations. It was usually the female trying to win HIS attention, not the other way around.

"Here, there." He was starting to get annoying, and the shine off of his lavender hair was making her eyes hurt. Her lips frowned at him for a second, hoping he would catch on and leave her alone. All she wanted to do was find the bottom of her desk and go home. Too much to ask for? More than likely.

Such a shame he seemed as dense as a rock.

"Oh, so you travel around." It was more like a statement than a question really.

Pan brought her eyes to meet his, flipping her hair over her shoulder she shrugged half-heartedly.

"Kind of."

Trunks furrowed his brows, he wasn't going to spend his time trying to talk to some one who obviously didn't want to talk to him. `I mean, come on! It's been about a day and a half, and all I've learned about her is that she travels around, and she needs more money.'

"Oy!" Pushing up from his chair he pulled it back over to his desk and promptly sat back down, away from the unsociable moth. He had a tun of work he needed to finish by tomorrow anyway. He didn't have the time to sit around and try to talk to her!

So why was it that he wanted to walk back over there and talk to her some more? Even if all he would get out of her were two worded sentences?

Trunks brought his hand to rub at his chin, `Sounds sorta familiar . . . wonder why?'

The day went on much like that, with Pan switching glances from her work to Trunks, and Trunks to her. Neither of them quite sure what to say to break the uncomfortable silence that droned on. In the end, the day was quite boringly uneventful. Once she got to where she could finally see the desk, it was once again piled to the roof with paper work by Bra. She was quite surprised the first time she defeated the paper hell, as she had never noticed that her desk was made of mahogany. Quite an interesting fact, as Pan had never thought she would be sitting behind a mahogany desk doing secretarial work.

Looking up to the round clock, Pan almost squealed in delight. `Only five more minuets!' Then she could leave, go back home and enjoy a nice hot shower. Such wonderful wonders were awaiting her back at her new apartment.

"Hey, Miss Ochi! Do you think you could give me a hand here?" Trunks yelled from his desk.

Pan heaved a sigh before removing herself from her own desk and walking over to his. Stopping in front of his big desk where he continued to type on his computer, Pan waited patiently for him to explain what it was he needed.

When he didn't say anything else, Pan glanced back at the clock and hoped she could get out of the office before he acknowledged her presence.

No such luck.

"Here, get me some more coffee." Trunks said as he slid his cup towards her, his face still glued to the computer screen.

What?

"Excuse me?"

Finally turning his head in her direction, Trunks looked at her innocently.

"Coffee."

Riight . . . He wanted coffee, she'd get him coffee. Oh yes, she would.

She gave a bright smile and nodded as she grabbed the cup and walked over to the coffee maker to fill it up.

"Sugar and cream?"

Trunks looked at her suspiciously, she was being to nice. There was something oddly wrong about this situation. But being the man he was, figured he would take advantage of her kindness and . . . well . . . take advantage of it.

"Sure."

Pan silently added the sugar and cream, and when that was done, walked around the desk and stopped when she reached Trunks. Laughter laced her words as she almost sang out, "here you go!"

Trunks was about to turn around and accept the coffee, but instead, quickly found himself drenched in it. He watched in muted shock as droplets fell from strands of his hair to land on his legs. Leaving behind dark rivers of coffee as they rolled across his legs.

A true, bright smile lit up her face as she watched Trunks sputter. It felt really good to let her frustration of the man out. A happy sigh passed her lips as she waved at him and turned to the door of freedom.

Tbc.

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Next Chapter:

I hold the liberty not to tell!

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Character Notes:

Pan Ochi: She feels welcome in Japan because that's her home, she was born there. As for the rest of the chap, I can sum her up in three little words. Annoyed by Trunks.

Trunks: He didn't really have Gohan around to be his role model, so he's turned out to be more of a twist of his mother (heaven forbid) and his dad (god help us now!).

Bra: We never really see much of Bra in GT, so we really don't know what she's like. But, we know she has to be spoiled, as she's Vegeta's princess. I mean, come on, I can see that happening! Can't you?

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