VoWo: To be honest, I have nothing to say to you this time. *G*






"End of the line Cap.Corp.!", Meredith shouted as she brought Flash to a screeching halt.


"Couldn't it be quieter?" Trunks asked. "Of course, but where's the fun?", Meredith answered his question. Trunks shook his head and dismounted. Meredith was already a number. Now not specifically because of this answer, but in general. She was the most relaxed person Trunks has ever met. Not that she never got angry. No, her composure was different. As if she wasn't afraid of anything. Neither in front of the person nor the situation. Trunks admired that. "Do you hear? Our snobbies seem to be having a lot of fun.", Meredith stated as she let Flash disappear into a green-striped capsule. Trunks listened. Laughing people could be heard from the garden of the Briefs family. And music. "It's just a show.", He explained to her, "I bet none of the guys is having fun." "I want to convince myself of that.", Meredith said challengingly and ran to the main entrance of the Cap.Corp." OK. ", Trunks agreed," But you will see how dreary it can be at such a VIP party. "He took out a blue card and swiped it through a scanner on the door. (Is a kind of key replacement, so to speak) The door opened quickly and without a sound. Both went into the house. They had to, because the only way into the garden was through the Cap.Corp building. Without saying a word, they walked through the long corridors of the building. First they went through the business section. There was nothing out of the ordinary to be found in it. It just looked like that from what it looks like in any commercial building. After a while they came to a door that read PRIVATE in large black letters. Trunks took out his card again and swiped it through a scanner. Just as he was about to enter, Meredith's horrified voice rang out. "But Trunks! That is not possible."She shook her head vigorously. Trunks looked perplexed into her reproachful face." Huh? ", he asked. What did she mean again? He hadn't done anything bad." Really. Where is your good upbringing? The door said private. “When she said that, a big grin appeared on her face. "Trunks said ironically and pushed her through the door. The hallway they entered was completely different to the others. It radiated a certain warmth. There were family photos all over the orange walls. Mer looked at each other. On one You could see Bra burying the Trunks in the sand. On another Mr. and Mrs. Briefs smiled into the camera. And on yet another one even showed Vegeta. He had the little baby Trunks in his arms and looked grim. Meredith was amazed that Vegeta even allowed the photo to be there. When she said this, Trunks just shrugged, not knowing how Bulma had got him to do it.Suddenly something important occurred to him. "Wait a minute, Mer," he shouted vigorously. "Hm?", She made while she was looking at the next photograph. "Before we go in, I have to tell you something important." "Then shoot," Meredith said, transferring her attention from the pictures to Trunks. "Well," Trunks began seriously, "you may run into my father somewhere today. And I want you to please leave him alone this time." Meredith started to laugh. "Don't worry. I'm not hurting him," she joked. "I'm serious, Meredith," assured Trunks. "He's my father, but I can't guarantee anything. He can hurt you if you provoke him. And that pretty badly. I can't imagine you want that." Meredith's expression changed. She seemed to be considering. After a while she said: "Well, yes. You can just protect me." She started to grin again. Trunks was annoyed. He was damn serious.Vegeta was no fun. Especially not if you treat him like Meredith did. Trunks wondered how he could just admire her fearlessness. "Mer, please," he almost pleaded, "promise me you'll stay away from him." Meredith began to feel uncomfortable. She didn't want to promise anything. She wouldn't keep it anyway. Suddenly there was a happy squeak. "Mer!" Shouted a little girl with blue hair and ran towards her. "Hello, Bra." Meredith greeted her. Bra liked Mer. She was one of the few people who didn't treat her like a little kid. "It's good that you're here. Mom bought me new clothes. Do you want to see them?" Bra asked happily. "Definitely.", Meredith said, "But a little later. Your brother still has to talk to the people in the garden, and I have promised to come with you." She knelt down to Bra to be able to see his eyes. Bra considered. Should she really leave Meredith to her brother?Finally she decided to do it. "OK. But after that you come and see.", She decided. "I will." Meredith promised. The three of them went on. Bra babbled incessantly. Unlike Trunks, who said nothing. He hadn't chopped off the Vegeta topic yet, but he didn't want to say anything more in Bra's presence. Vegeta behaved very well to her, and he didn't know how she would rule if he convinced Meredith now of how dangerous Vegeta can be.








Trunks let his gaze wander around the garden. If you took it strictly, it was no longer a garden, but a small park. It was already dark outside, but thanks to a special lighting system from Bulma, the visibility was no worse here than during the day.


"Same as always.", Trunks stated, bored. A bunch of chic people stood in small groups in the garden and talked about more or less interesting topics. In the middle there was a huge table with goodies of all kinds.A little off there were 3 robots that grilled. Everything was similar to confusingly similar to the other VIP parties that took place here now and then. Only one thing surprised Trunks. Vegeta was standing at the blackboard, filling his stomach. His hunger must have been greater than his aversion to such events, otherwise he would never be here. Whilst Trunks was still wondering about Vegeta, a blue-haired woman appeared. She looked at him angrily and said, "I don't know what you mean by punctual, but what I mean by it doesn't seem to coincide." Trunks was so surprised at her sudden appearance that he suddenly backed away. When he had recovered he wanted to say something, but Bulma's nagging voice interrupted him. "And don't come up with any excuses, my boy. You are and will be to blame." She was really angry. The vulture knows why. Trunks has been late several times, and she's never made such a fuss."Sorry Mrs. Briefs, but that's all my fault. Trunks was so nice to wait for me, that's why he's coming now. He honestly intended to come earlier .. Can you forgive us again?", Bulma heard a female voice say. She looked around and, to her surprise, saw Meredith. Trunks had never invited his friends to such events. "Well, yes.", Bulma stammered, still a little puzzled, "Then I don't want to be like that. But only on one condition." "Under which one?" Asked Meredith. "Please call me Bulma. Mrs. Briefs sounds like I'm very old." Mer agreed and smiled. "OK," said Bulma and clapped her hands. "Then I'll go take care of my guests." She smiled too and disappeared. "Wow." Trunks exclaimed. "What wow?", Mer asked. "You can be really nice.", Trunks answered. Dong. He had already got one of the head nuts that usually only Son Goten took."I'm not Son Goten", he scolded indignantly. “If you act like him, you will be treated like him.” Her eyes sparkled as she said this. Trunks grumbled but made no further comment. If he was honest, he hadn't expected anything else from her quick-tempered temperament. And that was actually the reason why Trunks wanted to avoid the confrontation between Vegeta and Mer. Two hotheads who meet? And one of them was called Vegeta? No, that couldn't go well.






A little later, Meredith and Trunks had mingled with the people. And since Mer had a great knowledge of technology, she was able to talk well with the guests. A little too good, Trunks thought. At the moment she was part of a group of boys, who, by the way, were all the sons of wealthy corporate owners, and was engrossed in an animated conversation. Trunks stood a little to one side and looked disgruntled.He was kind of angry. After all, he took Meredith with him so that she would entertain HIM (woe to him who thinks of something piggy now) and not some lions in the salon. A few minutes later, Mer said goodbye and went back to Trunks. "Well. Was it nice?", He grumbled when she stood in front of him. "Why? Are you jealous?" Asked Mer cheerfully. That was the question. He was? Trunks wasn't sure. There was no decision, because someone showed up again. It was a young girl, a little younger than Trunks and Mer. She had blonde hair, which she wore as a fancy updo, and a blood-red, but extremely revealing dress. "Hello, Trunks. I was afraid you wouldn't come any more.", She said sweetly. "Hi, Amayillis.", Trunks replied, and Mer thought he heard a trace of reluctance in his voice. The girl, whose name was Amayillis, smiled sweetly at Trunks. But when she saw Meredith shortly afterwards, that smile suddenly disappeared."Who is that?" She asked, oddly snotty. "My name is Meredith. Most of them call me Mer.", Mer introduced himself and held out her hand to Amayillis. Amayillis ignored this and asked instead: "I've never heard of you. How hot the company your family owns. Meredith withdrew her hand." My family doesn't have a company. "Mer said a little more roughly than she intended. But this one She was somehow unsympathetic to the girl. Not only because she didn't want to shake her hand. She had that certain something that aroused unsympathy in her. Amayillis gave Meredith an even more pejorative look than before. "I see. ", said Amayillis with a nasty grin on her face. Then she wants to go back to Trunks." She is pretty. ", she said, glancing at Mer," How much did it cost? "Trunks hit the blow. What did she say? If that was really what he understood, Mer would freak out. And rightly so.Trunks looked at Mer. Her eyes looked