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THE ORIGINAL PRANKSTERS…A Mischief Makers Continuation

Chapter 2…Sabotage

By: Ember Maxximus

Mr. Shiitake was alone on his floor, sitting alone in his office, with his Starbucks coffee, three creams one equal, and he only had his thoughts to keep him company. So there he sat, marveling at his own brilliance. And oh what a brilliant mind it was. Not many were able to convincingly deceive Bulma Briefs and to the extremity of deceit that he was planning was just frankly unheard of. But the end result was worth every single zeni, all five hundred thousand of it.

Barnes Industries, one of Capsule Corporation's largest rivals, had promised him the rather excessive amount of currency if he was able to steal valuable one of kind blueprints and several top-secret files from the special inventions department, his department, then bada-bing bada-boom, he was in the money. Never in his wildest dreams would he ever have imagined that it would be so easy passing background checks and personality tests in order to obtain such a high ranking position for the worlds' leading company for technology.

'One more day, just one more day,' Mr. Shiitake connived. All that was left for him to complete his job was to acquire a few more documents and install the mega virus. It was just too easy. Effortless. Those fools were so gullible; it was just purely too simple to infect his staff with the imported Mexican drinking water stomach virus. The whole lot of them was probably knelt before the porcelain god, dry heaving the contents of their miserable bellies or perhaps the offering were coming from the other end. Yes, they were out of sight and out of mind, now he was completely free to continue his corporate sabotage.

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The demi saiyan pair despondently slouched on the tan sofa at the far end of Bulma Briefs larger than life penthouse office as she continued to walk from one end of the room to other fussing the entire time. Trunks' and Goten's eyes never left her as stalked, spitting curses and chiding the two teens.

"What bothers me the most is that neither of you are sincerely apologetic for what you did and I know with all my motherly intuition, that the moment the opportunity arises that you'll both be out there again. So, ChiChi and I decided that both of you will clean all eighty three bathrooms here and maybe just maybe you'll think about the consequences of your actions before you decide to go out and paint the town red or gold or whatever," Bulma turned towards them running her fingers through her short aqua locks, hoping against all odds that the small speech made some sort of impact in their resilient little demi saiyan minds.

A rap at the door snapped the three to attention and the petite form of Bulma's personal assistant, Alexa, tip-toed through the entrance. "Good Morning, Ms. Briefs," she greeted her, smiling warmly at the boys' as well. Alexa handed Bulma a steaming cup of espresso along with a copy of the Wall Street Journal and some other documents.

Bulma deeply inhaled the java, meeting Alexa's soft brown eyes she said, "What are you doing here? You're suppose to be off today."

Alexa smiled again, adjusting the beaded headband that kept her thick shoulder length auburn locks out of her young face, "Well that makes two of us, besides there were a few things I'd like to get caught up on before next week starts and hey, ya gotta love the overtime, right?" she jested, winking at Ms. Briefs.

"You are too much sometimes," Bulma laughed. Only Alexa was able soothe Bulma with her comedic remarks, not to mention she was one helluva personal assistant.

"Yep, and that's why you pay me the big bucks, you love my company," she giggled, "You do remember Secretary's Day is next week." She added winking at the boys.

"Quit milking the clock and get to work," Bulma jokingly told her.

"Alright, alright," then she disappeared behind the large mahogany door to do whatever secretaries did while at work.

"Here's your itinerary," she handed Trunks the paper. "I have scheduled in the times for each bathroom for you and here's the key to the cleaning supply closet, it's located on the third floor. You are also to take your lunch at the scheduled time. If for some reason you're through early doing all the work on your list, then you will report back to me and I will have other work for you to do as well. Keep in mind that I will be checking in on you from time to time, so no funny business. Meet me back in this office at five thirty. Any questions?" She asked, crossing her arms over her chest, scrutinizing them through azure eyes, looking very much like a drill sergeant, all she needed was the funny hat and green fatigues.

Trunks reluctantly accepted the itinerary and the key ring, "Alright mom," then turning towards his oldest friend, "C'mon Goten, let's get this done."

Goten peeked over Trunks' shoulder to eyeball the itinerary, "Yeah, Ms. Briefs, we'll get everything squared away as per your list thingy. We'll make it all squeaky-clean, cleaner than squeaky-clean. Yeah. You'll even be able to see your reflection on the floor and put on that pretty red lipstick in it and-- ouch," Trunks had elbowed his friend in the gut, glaring daggers at the motor mouth over his shoulder. "Bye Ms. Briefs," Goten blushed.

The pair exited Bulma's office swiftly, heading straight to the second way out, past Bulma's personal assistant, however Alexa wasn't without additional jokes that particular morning, so she took the opportunity to shout as the two made their escape, "Hey you two, be quick about it. Boss lady said I could borrow you guys to detail my car if you're finished early, so light a fire under it." The pair scurried away even quicker, opting not to comment on the secretary's overly familiar comments.

"Dude, is she always like that?" asked Goten to Trunks.

Trunks flushed furiously, answering, "Hn, she use to pinch my cheeks. At least she didn't ask me if I had a girlfriend this time. Grrr, I hate when she does that, but mom thinks she's the best thing since sliced bread so I just bite my tongue and let them team up against me," he complained, pushing the down arrow button on the elevator.

"Nani!?!?" Goten murmured in disbelief. "Trunks left speechless, someone call the newspapers, call the-"

"Newspapers! HFIL, Goten! That and your ass is how we ended it up here in this stupid predicament in the first place." The elevator 'dinged' announcing its arrival. The pair entered it; Trunks pressed the '1' button. "Now, be quiet already."

"Um, Trunks, shouldn't we stop at the third floor first," Goten asked, lifting one arm to scratch the back of his head in a very Son manner as the elevator rapidly descended.

"Dude, I am the man with the plan, trust in me and it'll all be gravy. Now if you want to do things the hard way, don't let me stop you." Trunks placed the headphones back over his ears cranking the volume up ridiculously high. Goten chose to see exactly what his friend had in store, before deciding whether or not he wanted to do it 'the hard way', but knowing Trunks it probably, no it had to entail variables that could only result in additional punishments. Goten mentally cringed at the thought of detailing all the Capsule Corp. personal assistant/secretary/receptionist/PBX operator's vehicles if things somehow were to go awry, but he'd figured the odds were at least 70/30 in his favor. Right? What could possibly go wrong?

Goten followed as Trunks exited the elevator, staying at his right side, being the right hand man that he was. Trunks strolled down a maze of hallways to find himself standing in front of it. He had finally reached his destination, the unmistakable little tell tale stick figure in a dress, and his brisk walk had led him directly to the ladies' restroom.

He hesitantly pushed the door ajar, sticking his head inside the crack to announce his presence, "Capsule Corporation janitorial, hello, anyone in here?" he asked in a loud bored voice. Finding the room vacant, the pair casually entered, as if they belonged in a woman's john and frequented them regularly. Trunks locked the door behind them and slowly slid down the zipper of his coverall breast pocket. He slipped his strong hand into the pocket searching for his beloved case and withdrew it with the ease and grace of a seasoned pickpocket, although the pocket was his own. A devious smile spread across his lips as he truly felt himself one step ahead of a winning game. He opened the capsule case and plucked one of the several capsules from their container. He pushed the button atop capsule number 74 and tossed it across the dirty lavatory floor. When the thin blanket of odorless smoke disappeared, there stood in all its glory, a small team of twenty capsule cleaning bots.

"DUDE!" Goten yelled jumping in place, doing the happy dance of joy, "you kick ass, you are so brilliant. I can't believe I ever doubted you, a thousand apologies, man."

Trunks eyed Goten skeptically, smirking very Vegeta like, "These are for me, not you. Remember you wanted to do it the hard way to make mommy happy," he teased, tossing Goten the key ring to the third floor janitorial closet.

Goten's mouth hit the floor and fresh tears began to glisten in his onyx eyes, "Bu…b…but."

Before Goten could finish stuttering out his objections Trunks quickly interjected, "Dude, are you going to cry…sissy…I was just joking."

Goten quickly dabbed his eyes with the sleeve of his coveralls. "Who was crying? Not me, maybe you should get your eyes checked, you know, my mom clipped a coupon for it last week, maybe if you ask her nicely she'll give it to you." That particular comment earned Goten a jab to the chin, which earned Trunks a retaliatory sucker punch to the breadbasket…er…gut.

"Stop!" growled Trunks.

"No, you stop."

"You started it!"

"Did not."

"Did too."

"Liar!"

"Idiot box! Now shut up already Goten and take half of these cleaning bots. You start at the top floor and I'll start here. We'll meet on floor forty-three in three hours. We should be done by then, so we'll stop and eat then we'll find mom and tell her we're hardly finished then we can find something to entertain ourselves with in this big empty chalked full of nobodiness, did I say empty?"

"Ya."

"-Empty, big place." Trunks wistfully connived.

"But what if we get caught?"

"You must think positive or you'll get us caught for sure." Trunks said, patting his friend chummily on the back.

"So, I'll see you in a few then," Goten nodded and Trunks pushed a capsuleful of cleaning bots into his hands, "Alright, see you later."

Goten exited the ladies' restroom and made his way to the top floor to begun his cleaning duties with the assistance of the cleaning robots.

Three hours later…

The pair reached the forty-third floor at exactly the same, emerging from elevators at the opposite side of the hallway from each other. The cleaning bots that had been operated by Trunks and Goten had lovingly cleaned all eighty-six restrooms. All that was left to do was clean the restrooms of the forty-third floor.

"Right on time," Goten said to Trunks as he came out of the elevator. "I'll get the men's room and you can do the ladies."

"Whatever," mumbled Trunks.

Once again the pair finished their tasks simultaneously. Exiting the bathrooms at the same time they began to walk towards the elevators again to find Bulma before she decided to find them, so they could inform her that the cleaning task which had just been completed was far from it and they would see her later that evening and that they intended on dining first. Yep, that was the plan until they heard voices, or actually a voice, one voice coming from the direction of the supposedly empty office and lab area.

The boys both faced each other upon hearing the voice. Who could possibly be working this weekend? Normally nobody worked during the weekends at Capsule Corp., unless it was absolutely necessary. Trunks nodded his head in the direction of the voice and in silent agreement they went to search out the mysterious noisemaker.

"Stupid bitch. I can't stand her. That's okay, nobody messes with me, I'm Saul Shiitake," cursed the mysterious voice under its breath, but to a saiyan ear all comments rang clear and true. "Fuck Bulma Briefs. Screw her all the way to hell and this damn company. She'll be sorry and I'll be rich when this is done, ya when the fat lady sings."

Trunks and Goten tiptoed behind an unsteady cubicle, watching the balding overweight man. Apparently he was a Capsule Corp. employee, Trunks remembered his face from some employee function or another but had the squat little man become so hateful and disgruntled, especially towards his mother. And how dare the man so blatantly disrespect his mother…his mother. Nobody talked about his mom like that…nobody.

"Did you just hear what that fat douche bag said about mom," Trunks whispered to Goten and look on his face confirmed the answer. Goten stood like a snake ready to strike, glaring murderous daggers into Mr. Shiitake back, mmm…if looks could kill. "Dude. Chill, he's a wimp. Nothing good will come if we beat him up. But…" Suddenly the man sensing that maybe he was being watched turned in the mischief makers' direction. Not wanting to be heard Trunks leaned into Goten to whisper his genius plan into the youngest Son son's ear. Goten relaxed slightly as he began to envision Trunks master plan…and oh what a plan it was…

TO BE CONTINUED…