Strong Body, Fragile Mind.
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Category:
Dragon Ball Z › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
4,577
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own DragonballZ, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
The beginning
\"DAMN IT!\" Trunks yells as he slams his fist on his desk in frustration. He had recently become the Vice President of Capsule Corporation and already the pressure was getting to him. He could not imagine how his mother could do it for 25 straight years. He\'d only been there a few months and he was ready to quit. He figured those were the side effects of being the rich pretty boy, who got everything he could possibly want in life, that is until the realities of adulthood began to consume his life.
\"Goodness gracious.\" He says to himself.\"I\'ve been working on the McMahon account all day and I still cannot figure out these damned american numbers. Why the fuck must Vince be so filthy rich.\"(I know that these are two seperate dimensions here but I could not figure out a good name.)
Although, Trunks was hardly one to talk, He was a part of the richest family on Earth and was the Wealthiest man in Asia under the age of 30.
Trunks was sick of it. He loved the money but he hated the work. He utterly despised computers now. He had to stare at them from Nine to Five and barely got a break in between.
\"I\'m fucking sick of this shit! I always have to fucking work and I never get a fucking day off. Damn it ALL!\"Trunks says as his hair begins to flicker gold. Knowing that this might be trouble, Trunks Opened the Closest window and launched into the afternoon sky.
This is where it all begins.............
\"Goodness gracious.\" He says to himself.\"I\'ve been working on the McMahon account all day and I still cannot figure out these damned american numbers. Why the fuck must Vince be so filthy rich.\"(I know that these are two seperate dimensions here but I could not figure out a good name.)
Although, Trunks was hardly one to talk, He was a part of the richest family on Earth and was the Wealthiest man in Asia under the age of 30.
Trunks was sick of it. He loved the money but he hated the work. He utterly despised computers now. He had to stare at them from Nine to Five and barely got a break in between.
\"I\'m fucking sick of this shit! I always have to fucking work and I never get a fucking day off. Damn it ALL!\"Trunks says as his hair begins to flicker gold. Knowing that this might be trouble, Trunks Opened the Closest window and launched into the afternoon sky.
This is where it all begins.............