Note: Holla, a new FF from me, something new ^ - ^. I have to issue a WARNING here. It's about Trunks and Vegeta, i.e. father and son, i.e. incest. All those who can't get away with that should leave immediately * Hold the door * Nothing happens in the prologue .. it's yawning boring ^^. It ties in with DBGT, but has nothing to do with it ^^






"Trunks? Could you please help me? These files urgently need to go to the board of directors!", Bulma called through the building.


A short time later, her son appeared in his brown suit. "Yes of course ..." "Thank you, it's nice that you help me." "Yes ..." She handed him a very large pile of files. "Now hurry up!"




"I wonder how much longer I have to do this ... At first I'm just a temporary worker ... then an assistant ... now they're even talking to me as a manager ..." he sighed.


He was just walking through the corridors of the CC administration when all the advisors and other important men who had a lot to say were surrounding him.

"Mr. Briefs!" "Mr. Briefs!" "Listen to Mr. Briefs ...!" "Mr. Briefs, you must first ...!" "Mr. Briefs!" "Mr. Briefs!" "Calm down Gentlemen! Could one of you please bring these files to Mr. Aino? "Trunks asked politely. "Sure Mr. Briefs!" Will be done immediately! "" Give me the files of Mr. Briefs! "" I'll do this for you! "" No, let me do it, Mr. Briefs! "" Mr. Briefs! "" Mr. Briefs! "They literally tore the files out of his hand and disappeared with them to Mr. Aino." Phew ... finally I'm rid of you ... "he breathed out and ran on to the elevator. On the way he arrived as usual past the girls who worked in his company,


“Hello Mr. Briefs!” “Hello Mr. Briefs!” “How are you, Mr. Briefs?” “Oh, nice to see you again, Mr. Briefs!” The young girls bowed to their boss, giggled and whispered about him .


When he got to the elevator he pressed the button and leaned against the glass wall as usual. "Mr.Briefs, Mr. Briefs! I can not hear it anymore! How nice it was to train with father as a little child ... so easy and carefree ... father ... strange ... lately I have hardly seen him ... Oh mother ... why do I have to to do? Why are you holding this up for me? Am I no longer good enough for you that I have to do higher tasks? "


The little sound of the elevator that reached its destination ever tore him from his thoughts. The door popped open and he stepped out, down the hall to his own office.


As he collapsed into his chair, his secretary appeared as usual. “Mr. Briefs these files have to be checked by tomorrow.” She dropped the pile on the table - a common ritual. "Your appointments for today ..." The woman listed many things that did not interest him in the least. He hated this job that he did just because of his mother. A sigh followed. He just got around to eating and sleeping, otherwise commuting between school and work.

Suddenly the door was thrown open and the gentlemen who had kindly taken the files from him burst in.


"Mr. Briefs!" "Mr. Briefs!" "Mr. Briefs!" "Mr. Briefs!" "You hear Mr. Briefs ..." "Mr. Briefs, you have to ..."


Trunks held his head. He really couldn't hear it anymore ...


"Mr. Briefs!" "Mr. Briefs!" "Mr. Briefs!" "Mr. Briefs, could you ...?" "Mr. Briefs!"


"I AM NOT MR. LETTER! I AM NOT IT! STOP CALLING ME THAT! I DON'T WANT IT ALL! I HAVE NEVER BEEN AND WILL NEVER BE! I AM ONLY TRUNKS! THE SON OF THE SAIYAJIN PRINCE VEGETA! AND ME WANT YOU TO LEAVE ME ALONE !!! "he yelled at her. “LEAVE ME CALM!” He stormed past the amazed people from the CC administration, rose into the air and sped away.


"I ... I can´t anymore ... they are wiping me out ..." He sucked in the fresh air, tried to calm himself down with it. "Why don't you let me do what I want ... Even as a small child I did what the" adults "wanted me to do ... although I have to admit that I liked it ... "The thought made him smile.

Yes ... Learn the fusion, fight against Boo ... How funny it was when he dressed up as a Mighty Mask with Goten ... when he won the junior section ..... He was a little kid was much wilder, more spirited .....


What did HE want to do now?


"Fighting ..... I haven't fought in a long time ... Father ...."