“Words cannot express my humiliation. Words cannot express how much I am in trouble. Words cannot express how much I hate that fucking girl. She is the very definition of evil. And it simply wasn’t enough for her to embarrass me, but she also had to make sure that she made my mother completely hate me as well.”

----Trunks's journal; Vol 1: Page 7

I stood outside of Tayhei’s room, gathering my thoughts together. After the incident with Goten yesterday, I had decided that I wasn’t going to let her push me around any longer. I was going to show her that I was the controlling force in this household and that she would not be able to manipulate me or my family any longer. And I was going to tell her that I was on to her as well, that I knew all about her games and her lies. I was going to flat out call her a liar and tell her that if she didn’t stop trying to ruin my life, I was going to ruin hers. I was a tough guy and I could take a lot, but I wasn't about to let some girl control me, just because she had a pretty face. She thought that she was so perfect; that she was so smart. I would show her who the boss was, and I wouldn’t let her even have a chance to argue with me. I was going to lay down the law, here and now.

I didn’t bother to knock, I didn’t even bother to think. I just shoved the door open in anger, letting it slam against the wall as it opened. Stepping inside, I started arguing immediately, refusing to give her a chance to get the first insult.

“I want to know who you think you are trying to---” I began, then halted immediately when I saw her.

She was completely undressed, wearing only a bra and a pair of panties, and holding an armful of clothes.

Shock made me stare at first, completely surprised at finding her in such a way. But when I tried to look away and give her her privacy, I simply couldn’t. I tried as hard as I could to tear my eyes away from her, but it was absolutely impossible. All of that glorious tan, smooth skin….The lacy white lingerie, her curves, her hair, her face. She was like the epitome of all my dreams as a young and hormone-crazed young boy. I had already imagined what she looked like under all of those tight and impossibly short dresses, but this was simply mind-boggling. There were no flaws, there was nothing that I would change: she was amazingly, fantastically perfect. It made me feel trapped, made my heart freeze like ice in my chest. I couldn’t stop staring, couldn’t help but feel my jaw drop as I looked at her. Her green eyes narrowed at me, but she made no move to cover herself up, only placed an angry hand on her hip. She didn’t even look embarrassed, just vaguely annoyed.

“Did the concept of knocking ever occur to you?” She demanded.

I stuttered, blushing several different shade of pink. “I….I’m….ah….”

She dropped armful of clothes at her feet and placed the other hand on her hip, bending over slightly. Her face was harsh, her eyes were cold, but there was a slight smile playing in the corners of her mouth. “Yes?”

I couldn’t help but notice that when she bent over like that, her breasts fell forward, making them seem even larger than they already were. Her long blond hair was loose for once, and she shook it over her shoulders; it was longer than I had expected, at least down to her waist. The entire effect of her beauty was actually too much for me to handle. I had seen naked women before, of course, but this was entirely different. She was like a complete vision, more perfect than any other body I had ever seen. I tried to clear my head and remember why I had come into her room in the first place, but my mind was having difficulties forming the words that I wanted to say. “I’m….sorry….I came here to….to….tell you that I know you’re playing games, and I want them to….stop.”

She raised an eyebrow, straightened up. “You want the games to stop?”

“Um….yes.” I stumbled, noticing for the fist time that her bra was the kind that unhooked from the front. I swallowed hard. “Yes.”

“Fine.” She agreed, though I suspected she was only agreeing so that I would leave. She crossed her arms over her chest, which one might think would cover up her lovely breasts, but instead only made them seem more amazing. She pointed to the door with one delicate hand. “Now get out of my room. Unless….”

I had been prepared to leave, was actually going to be glad to leave, but one word caught my attention. I didn’t know what she meant, but I had a sneaking suspicion that she might possibly be trying to tell me something. I tilted my head to the side, half amazed and half frightened. “….Unless??”

“Stop pretending, Trunks.” She said, and she gave me a sexy smile. “I know you think I’m beautiful. I know that you are barely keeping your tongue from falling out of your mouth right now.”

“What? Tongue….no….I….well….um.”

“Don’t be embarrassed.” She soothed, and she stared at me with unwavering emerald green eyes. “Your innocence is actually quite charming. In fact….shut the door.”

With her last words, my brain completely ceased to function. “Ah….”

“Shut it.” She commanded, none to gently.

It felt as though I had completely left my body, as if I were watching everything from up above. I was numb, completely in shock, and I had no idea what I was supposed to do or think. Slowly, so slowly that I didn’t even realize I was doing it, I shut the door behind me. Then I turned to face her again, my mouth still hanging open in disbelief. I had no idea what was going on or why I was actually following her orders when I had come in here to yell at her. Yelling at her seemed like something so distant and far away now however, especially as I stared at her glorious body.

“Take your clothes off.”

Startled, I looked at her with wide blue eyes. “What?”

An impatient, angry look appeared on her face. She nodded at me. “You heard me.”

Shock suddenly turned into a mixture of confusion and fear. Although I had been on many dates and had a huge female following, I had never slept with any of them. Frankly, the idea of having sex scares the hell out of me. And now that I was faced with it, now that I was standing in front of my arch enemy, I was completely unsure of myself. She was showing a lot of interest in me now, and obviously wanted me, but I did not know what to think. My mind had been refusing to work properly ever since I had walked in and found her nearly naked. However, I knew from basic stories that this really wasn’t the way that things were supposed to be. There were supposed to be candles and music and kissing. We weren’t just supposed to just strip down and take a romp in the sack during the middle of the afternoon. I shifted from one foot to the other. “Shouldn’t we talk first….or….something?”

She didn’t say anything, just stared at me. One of her bra straps slipped down a little and fell onto the side of her arm in slow motion. I stared back at her, completely confused, but also completely hypnotized by her. Slowly, realization hit me. Here I was alone in a room with a beautiful girl who wanted me, and I was scared. Was I crazy?! I should have taken my clothes off a long time ago! What kind of an idiot was I?

Quickly, I stripped down, unbuttoning my shirt and discarding it to the floor. When I reached down to unbutton my pants, however, I remembered with horror that I had put on my valentine boxers that morning. Because the maids were doing the wash, I had nothing else to wear except for that particular pair of boxers. They were actually pink, with little hearts and lips all over them. Embarrassed, I paused for a moment, not sure if I wanted to take my pants off or not. Then I looked up at her again, at her lacy lingerie and smooth skin, and decided that I would be crazy if I didn’t. Hurriedly, I stripped my pants off as well, and tossed them down to the floor. I stood before her nervously, hoping that she wouldn’t notice that fact that I was wearing girly underwear.

“Are those hearts on your boxers?” She asked, raising her eyebrows.

“Yeah….” I answered, blushing deeply. “It was kind of a joke. You see, I bought them at this---”

“That’s nice.” She interrupted. “Take them off and bring them to me.”

I stared at her in disbelief, panic suddenly slamming into my mind. “What?! I….uh….can’t I just….could I at least…..”

I had been hit with an awful feeling of terror. I had to admit that it had been a long time since I was that scared. But as I stared at her, I slowly warmed up to the idea. She was simply glorious --- the most beautiful girl that I had ever seen. She looked at me with that same sexy smile, and again I wondered why the hell I was being scared about the whole situation. It was going to be awesome. And it didn’t really matter what she thought when I took off my boxers --- physically I was perfect. I knew it well. I had been working out since I was a child, and my muscles were fully developed and hard as rocks. The actual line of me, my entire male form, was actually as good as a body could get. It was even almost comparable to her slim, and curvy figure.

I felt my brain beginning to come back to life again as full fledged arrogance and pride ran in through my veins. There was nothing for me to be scared of. In a way, I was almost getting revenge. She had been terribly horrible to me, but now she wanted me, and just knowing that I had that power of her was enough of a revenge for me. I slipped the pink valentine boxers down off of my hips, and then reached down and retrieved them from the ground. I stood before her in all my naked glory, a cocky grin on my face. I held the boxers up, then tossed them to her gently. They fell to the floor beside her, and she made no move to pick them up.

“Perfect.” She said, and began strolling towards me. When she reached me, she gently pushed me back against the door, holding me at arms length from her.

Then, in one smooth motion, she reached down, grasped the doorknob, opened the door, and shoved me out into the hallway. I was sent sailing back, pin wheeling my arms to keep my balance, and ended up in a naked heap on the floor. I was so entirely shocked that I didn’t even realize what was happening, and my head was spinning from all of the feelings that had just been running through my body. The door shut with an angry slam, and I scrambled to my feet.

“What the hell was that for?!” I yelled at her, grasping the doorknob. To my absolute horror, it was locked. She had actually locked the door. “You locked me out??”

Her casual voice was barely heard through the thick wood of the door. “That’s what you get for barging in on me while I’m changing, asshole.”

Furious, I pounded on the door with my fists. Not only was I very, very humiliated by the way that she had just tricked me, but I wasn’t wearing anything! Someone could come along any minute and see me. Again, a feeling of panic bubbled up from my stomach and I frantically banged on the door. “Let me in! Are you insane?! I’m naked!!”

No reply came from inside of her room. I listened for a very long time, praying that I would hear the click of the door lock, but instead I heard nothing. And then, as if life had just not been cruel enough, I heard voices. Voices that were getting louder and louder as if they were walking towards me. My guess was that it was the team of maids, coming to clean the bathroom that was directly across the hall. There were no other rooms, and no other places to go. I was at the end of the hallway, with no way out. There was a window, but I wasn’t about to go frolicking naked out on the lawn. As the voices grew closer, I ran around the hallway in a panic, then once more pounded on her bedroom door.

“Tayhei let me in the fucking door!” I demanded. My eyes had practically grown red with anger and I was absolutely terrified that the maids were going to see me like this. “There are people coming down the hallway!!”

Through the door, I could hear her laugh. “Then you better run.”

I knew that the maids would be around the corner and minute, and there were no more options for me. Tayhei wasn’t going to open the door, and I simply was not going to get caught by the maids like this. If any of them told my mother, I would be grounded for an eternity. And since she was already mad at me, I didn’t want to take any chances. The window at the end of the hallway looked out into the backyard, and it was an area that we didn’t use too often. Hopefully, I would be able to get back into my room and back into some clothes without anyone noticing me. Without a second thought, I pushed the window open. It seemed to be stuck, but I was so filled with adrenaline that I nearly broke it, trying to shove it open. Finally it opened just enough and I scrambled up the wall, sticking my leg through the slim opening. Because I was panicking and because I was furious and in a humongous hurry, it was actually quite a messy exit. As I slid myself through the slim opening in the window and out into the afternoon air, I ended up falling. A low cry issued from my mouth as I fell, and I swore I could hear Tayhei laughing at me all the way up in her room.

Bulma wanted to kick someone. Mainly, she wanted to kick her son. She wanted to kick him so hard that he would be feeling it for weeks. Lately, he had been in so much trouble and had been so devious and irresponsible that it was simply infuriating. His actions the past few days had been childish, stupid, and completely uncalled for. It was almost as if her son had regressed right back into childhood, when he had been a spoiled, self-centered brat. She was extremely mad at him for embarrassing her more than once in front of Tayhei, who was a completely new employee. She was mad at him for lying to her as well. And right now, she was unbelievably pissed off. Because even the investors --- the people that kept Capsule Corporation up and running, even they were beginning to question Trunks’s sanity.

One of the main investors, a man that she had known for a very long time, had actually called her and made an appointment to discuss his concerns. He hadn’t said so over the phone, but she could hear the disapproving tone in his voice. The fact that the airport story had just been aired on the news earlier was also quite a clue. The press had made it sound as if he had done the most evil thing in the world by running around the airport. They simply had to throw in lectures about safety measures and mention the fact that her son had been trying to ‘elude’ the security guards. She had watched the news in horror, just knowing that this was going to cause a tremendous amount of trouble for her and the company. And just as she suspected, she got the phone call from Mr. Tanaka not even an hour after the news special had ended. He had been around the company ever since her father had first begun making capsules, and was the very old-fashioned type. He hadn’t liked her from the beginning, assuming that because she was a woman and because she was beautiful, that she could not handle the responsibility of Capsule Corporation. She had proved him wrong, of course, and had boosted capsule sales and production to an all time high. However, the nasty feelings that had sprung up in the beginning of their relationship still remained. She would have been pissed at Trunks if any of the investors at called her, but she was especially angry that it had to be Mr. Tanaka.

And now the man was sitting in her backyard, drinking a tall glass of iced tea that Tayhei had made earlier. Bulma had gone through great lengths that morning to strategize, planning his visit for that afternoon. He was an important investor, and because he had been with the company for so long, he also had a certain amount of influence on the other investors as well. She needed to make sure that their lunch was pleasant and that he felt comfortable in her home. She had a lovely patio and table at the backside of the house, with outdoor archways and trailing flowers, but she hadn’t used it in years. She thought that perhaps if she cleaned it up and made it look just as beautiful as it had before, Mr. Tanaka would be impressed. Together with Tayhei, she had cleaned up the backyard, set up the table and umbrella, decorated simply yet beautifully, and straightened the entire house as well --- just in case Mr. Tanaka asked to go inside. And as she went upstairs to get dressed and ready for the event, Tayhei began setting up in the kitchen, planning and preparing a lunch for the two of them to eat, plus a few desserts.

She was beginning to think that the young girl might just be an angel in disguise. Her job was simply to be her lab assistant, but she had already shown much more initiative than that. She had offered to do things way beyond her job description, such as watching Bra, cleaning the house, and cooking meals for the family. In a stressful time such as this, when Bulma was nearly at her wits end thinking about her son, she was thrilled to have someone so helpful around the house. The two of them had struck up an excellent working relationship, as well as a nice friendship, from the very beginning. Inside the lab she was intelligent and articulate; her ideas were creative and thorough. And outside the lab, she was charming and vivacious; a very sweet girl with a helpful attitude. Bulma was certain that she couldn’t have hired someone better for the position, and because Tayhei had really done a lot of extra things for the family, she had decided to start paying her much higher wages. The girl was so ambitious and so helpful, that Bulma was thinking of giving her more authority in the company also. And if Trunks wasn’t careful, the girl just might steal away his presidency as well.

“This is lovely, Bulma.” Mr. Tanaka told her, gesturing to the food. He took another sip of his iced tea and the ice clinked in the glass, mixing with the light sound of classical music coming from the outdoor stereo system. The man nodded towards the house, a stern and serious look appearing on his face. “Will the young Mr. Briefs be actually joining us this afternoon?”

Hell no. She was going to keep that boy locked up for the rest of his life. She didn’t want him to embarrass her any further by saying something stupid during lunch and completely ruining her reputation. “Unfortunately, no. He is extremely busy today.”

The man paused for a moment, and frowned as if it were going to hurt him to speak the next few words. “I read about the mishap at the airport. I was hoping I’d be able to speak to him about it. Bulma, I’m going to have to be honest with you: frankly, I’m a little concerned about his actions as of late. I’ve always had a strong confidence in this company, and I’ve always invested a lot of money to help it grow, but I can’t ignore things like this. We’ve had a good business relationship for a long time now and I’d like to keep it that way, but I have a lot of concerns about your son and his actions.”

She had her own concerns as well, but she wasn’t about to the man that. If she told Mr. Tanaka that she had pushed the presidency on Trunks before he was ready for it and didn’t think that the boy could handle it, she would lose all respect in his eyes. Not that she had a lot of respect from him in the first place, but it would get even worse if he knew that she had done something like that. “Sir, I can assure you that nothing of that sort will ever happen again. Trunks and I had a long talk, and we both came to the conclusion that he needs to straighten up and learn a little responsibility. The scenario at the airport was a momentary lapse of consciousness on his part.”

Mr. Tanaka leaned back in his chair, folding his napkin lightly in this lap. “I understand that boys will be boys, but if there is any doubt over his responsibility, perhaps you should relieve him of his position as president of the company. Not only for your own sake, but for the sake of Capsule Corporation. I am not the only one that has been having doubts. Many of the people that invest in your company are beginning to question the young Mr. Brief’s ability as president. Personally, I have too much money invested in Capsule Corporation to be able to put up with ‘momentary lapses of consciousness’.”

Bulma forced herself to smile at him, although she felt more like ripping his head off and drop kicking it. She picked up her own glass of iced tea and took a delicate, thoughtful sip, as if none of his words were bothering her. “Like I said, Trunks and I have discussed the issue already. He has promised to do his best as president from now on, and make the company his number one priority. Whatever problems there were with his age and immaturity, then have been solved now. My son is a hard worker and a very determined young man. I know that he will do well in his position as president, and I am certain that he will take the company to new and exciting places.”

She was lying her ass off of course, but as long as Mr. Tanaka believed her, then that was perfectly fine. She just wanted to calm him down enough to have him be able to have faith in the company again. She knew that she could probably manage it; her way with words and her persuasiveness were both almost legendary. It was tough, though, because this time she wasn’t sure that she believed what she was saying. And she knew that if there was even one more incident involving Trunks, the company would probably lose all of his financial support.

Naked and terrified, I scrambled across the soft grass that made up the Capsule Corporation lawn. My hands and feet were bleeding, and I was actually in a little bit of pain, but I did not want to stop and tend to my injuries. During my panicked fall from the window, I had landed in the rose bushes that were directly beneath it. Of course. What else could possibly happen to make this situation worse? I was stark naked, most likely in a lot of trouble, and I had thorns stuck in some very interesting places. That had been close, almost too close. Actually, I wasn’t entirely sure if I had made it or not. I had seen the maids coming around the corner right when I fell out of sight. I’d be lucky if they didn’t see my ass falling out of the window. I know that they would tell my mother, and she would have an absolute fit if she knew that I was scaring the maids away again.

My window wasn’t far from here, but I didn’t want to fly and attract attention to myself. I crouched low to the ground and began to move along the base of the walls, trying to hide behind bushes whenever it was possible. As I crept through the grass, my feet gently knocked into something and I looked down to see the small silver watering can that Okaasan used for watering plants in the garden. I picked up the watering can and placed it in front of me, feeling suddenly very self-conscious. It was a strange feeling to be naked and out in the open like this. It was kind of a nice, free feeling, but at the same time it was pretty scary. I didn’t think that anyone would be around, but I still didn’t want anyone to walk around a corner and spy me traipsing about in all of my naked glory.

I didn’t think I had too much to worry about, however. I was at the backside of the house, and hardly anyone ever went out there. There was a time when Okaasan used to have a table set up on the back porch for entertaining guests, but she hadn’t used it in years and it had been just sitting outside gathering dust lately. I didn’t even pay attention to it as I slowly made my way closer to my window, still clutching the watering can in front of me.

“And so you see, I view Trunks’s inexperience in the field as somewhat of a gift. Because he hasn’t been around long and because he hasn’t been jaded by society yet, there will be new, fresh ideas coming out of his head.” Bulma explained, still trying to defend her sons honor to Mr. Tanaka. He didn’t seem to be that impressed so far, so she continued speaking. “And he also has the determination and the drive to get those new, fresh ideas developed, turning them into company products. I really believe that he has what it takes to become a great president, and I believe that he will in fact be one of the best that Capsule Corporation has ever had. You shouldn’t judge him over one silly mistake that he made.”

She was so caught up in her speech that she almost believed it herself. She knew she wanted to believe it. She loved her son and wanted him to succeed, but he honestly did the stupidest things sometimes. Bulma looked over at Mr. Tanaka again, and noticed that her companion was no longer paying attention to what she was saying. Instead, he was squinting at something in the distance, his expression puzzled. He leaned forward, then back again, as if he did not understand what he was really seeing. For some reason, Bulma began to feel very, very worried.

“What in the….” He said, looking completely disgusted and shocked.

As soon as he spoke, she felt her stomach drop, knowing that few there were few things that could make a man look so disgusted. Mr. Tanaka and she were already on bad terms, and she was afraid that something --- whatever it may be, had just sealed their bad relationship forever. And if it was Trunks, Bulma was going to absolutely kill him. She had warned him to stay out of her way this morning, had warned him to be on his best behavior. So if it was him that was causing Mr. Tanaka to look sick, then the boy had better have a good explanation. Bulma followed his eyes almost hesitantly, for she had a feeling that she wasn’t going to like what she saw at all.

Walking slowly and suspiciously along the wall of the house, stark naked, was her son. A small watering can was held in front of him, covering up his private parts, but there was nothing to cover up his backside. He was just stepping along through the grass at the side of the house, completely naked --- not a stitch of clothing on him. He hadn’t noticed them yet.

She stared, disbelieving. Just when she thought it couldn’t possibly get any worse, just when she thought that he couldn’t possibly embarrass her more, he had to go and do something like this. Her anger snapped, boiled over, exploded. She didn’t care if Mr. Tanaka was there, she didn’t care if she looked like a raging abusive mother. She was too angry to care about anything anymore.

“TRUNKS!” She screamed, standing up from the table and placing her hands on her hips. “What in the hell are you doing?”

Completely startled, Trunks nearly dropped the small silver watering can that he was holding and jumped. Slowly, very slowly, he turned to face her. His demeanor was sheepish, and he was having a hard time meeting her eyes. She was sure that he was embarrassed because he was naked, but he couldn’t possibly be as embarrassed as she was at that moment. When he noticed Mr. Tanaka sitting at the table, his blue eyes opened wide. He straightened up, adjusted the watering can, and a deep red blush settled in his cheeks.

“Um….hi.” He said, obviously very embarrassed.

Mr. Tanaka, who looked to be completely disgusted by Trunks’s behavior, abruptly stood up from the table, threw his napkin on the ground, and stalked away. She wanted to call after him and beg him to stay and reconsider, but at the moment, she wasn’t even sure that she wanted to be involved with Capsule Corporation.

Her son watched him go as well, then fidgeted, not quite sure what to do with himself. He peeked up at her from under a curtain of lavender hair, completely awkward and guilty. She had no idea what he was doing out here, or why he was naked --- she didn’t even care what the circumstances were. All she knew was that she wanted to kill him. She considered herself a patient woman most times, she had to learn to be patient, but a woman could only take so much before she exploded. Trunks had been pecking away at her for a very long time now and he had finally gotten her to the point where she was on the verge of homicidal tendencies. After Mr. Tanaka had finally disappeared from view and from earshot, she slammed her iced tea down on table, breaking the glass with her force.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing!?” She screeched, then shook her head vehemently. “No, I don’t care! I don’t care what you were doing or what happened! I just want you to get out of my sight right now. I’m not fond of child abuse, Trunks, but I swear that if you’re not in the house and fully clothed within five seconds, I am going to beat you into a bloody pulp!”

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