Her Prince

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Chapter 1

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Whether she agreed with fate's decision or not, Trunks Briefs was her prince.

As Pan grew, the half saiyan warrior invaded her dreams through the night and thoughts through the day. His captivating gaze as he shot his perfect smile. His beautiful grace as he walked. His soothing, comforting voice that consoled her every time she cried. She never understood these feelings as a child, but at the tender age of seventeen, this only grew stronger and stronger. She craved her 'brother' more than she felt she should.

Shortly after high school, she pursued a part-time career at the Capsule Corporation, unsure of what to do with her life. After two successful interviews with a manager, she was accepted into their workforce. "We like your attitude, Pan," she recalled the heavy-weighted, balding man’s words. "With your no-nonsense approach to things, you'll be a large asset to our corporation."

And so she sat at her desk at the entrance of the large, dome shaped building, attempting to convince herself that the reasoning behind her decision to work here was not because of the overly-handsome CEO.

A few strands of her dyed dark brown hair fell over her face as she doodled on a blank piece of paper with her favorite pen. She had retired her favorite orange bandanna and grew her hair down to the small of her back while she took on a more mature look in her fashion and personality. As she mindlessly doodled, a light pink business suit had covered her thin frame, with tall, black heels that exaggerated her height and accentuated her long legs, while her business jacket only had been buttoned twice, exposing her plain, lime shirt underneath. She was not that little girl everyone once knew, and she flaunted this fact.

When she heard the sliding glass doors open in front of her, she shot her face up to observe the source of the opening. An elderly businessman, whose weight appeared to be dependent on his strong, metal cane, walked through and stood at Pan's desk.

"Hi, welcome to Capsule Corporation, sir!" she greeted cheerfully. "How may I help you?"

"Hello," the man's voice sounded as elderly as he looked. "My name is Grayson Menhall. I have an appointment for a sponsorship offer with the CEO at two fifteen."

Trunks' beautiful face appeared in her head momentarily. "Yes, hold on one second as I sign you in."

She proceeded to pull the 'sign in' sheet from a folder beside her and wrote his information down in legible cursive handwriting. "What is the name of your business, sir?"

"Menhall Warehouse, Inc. It's a professional clothing line for men."

"All right!" She flashed him a wide smile after confirming the time of ten minutes after two on her small clock. "I will let Mr. Briefs know you are here. Please have a seat over there." The CEO's last name tingled on her tongue.

"Thank you," he grinned warmly as he manipulated his cane underneath him to turn. He walked to the right side of Pan and sat in one of the long line of chairs near her desk.

Pan flexed her fingers as her innocent gaze fixed on the phone system beside her. She took a deep breath and slowly picked the receiver up. She pushed Trunks' room number and it connected her instantly.

"Capsule Corporation, this is Mr. Briefs."

"Mr. Briefs, The CEO from Menhall Warehouse Inc. is here for his sponsorship appointment."

Trunks chuckled at Pan's voice. "Okay, Pan. Could you escort him to my room?"

"S-Sure! I will do that right away, sir!"

His laughter became more apparent; his perfect, breathtaking laugh that made Pan melt. "Very professional, Pan. I'm proud of you."

"Thank you, Mr. Briefs." Feeling a slight blush in her cheeks, she hung up the phone and elegantly stood from her chair. "Okay, Mr. Menhall, if you would follow me, please."

The old man silently stood and followed her to a nearby elevator. Pan pushed the 'Up' button and the large metal doors opened. Both got onboard as Pan pushed the button inside for the top floor.

While waiting for the doors to open once more, Mr. Menhall broke his silence. "How long have you worked here, Miss?"

"Only for a few months," she responded with a small smile.

"You do a very good job," he complimented.

Pan said nothing as she faced the man and smiled from ear to ear.

The doors opened and she ushered him down the long hallway, stopping at Trunks' door. Her lips became tight as she knocked.

"Come in!" She heard his voice. If only it was just her.

She paused and opened the door to see the handsome prince sitting on the other side of his desk. Her eyes fixed on the tan business suit and blue striped tie, wishing so desperately that just once, she could fulfill her never-ending curiosity of how soft his touch could be. She was then locked away when the perfect stare behind his square glasses met hers. She suddenly felt a wave of exposure crash into her; for the first time in her life, she felt vulnerable. 

They stared for several seconds at one another. He felt his face turn to stone at the sight of her. Usually, he did not give her the order of ushering his fellow businessmen to his office and they was both aware, but he felt that strong need to see his beautiful receptionist.

"Mr. Menhall is here," Pan finally said.

"Good. Hello, sir," he said to the fellow businessman, keeping his eyes on her.

"Hello, Mr. Briefs. It is a pleasure to finally meet with you."

Pan felt another blush on her cheeks, hoping it wasn't visible.

"That will be all, Pan. Thank you very much," Trunks murmured, smiling at her.

Pan's blush became deeper as she smiled and nodded. "Thank you." With that, she shut the door, swooning over his irrational beauty as she felt the doorknob click.

"You know, your receptionist is very friendly, and beautiful," Pan heard Mr. Menhall say. "She'll make it far here."

"Absolutely," she heard Trunks reply. "I don't know what I'd do without her here."

Pan sighed happily as she took the elevator back to her workplace. Due to there being no phone calls or visitors, she decided to straighten up her work area and the waiting area. After stacking the papers neatly on her desk and placing them in their specific areas, she walked to the small table and noticed the messy stack of flyers. She picked one up and saw how beautifully crafted the flyer was.

You are cordially invited to the 56th annual Capsule Corporation Masquerade Ball

Saturday, the 18th of August

6 p.m. - ?

Banquet Hall

That was two weeks from now! Suddenly, she was driven with such strong determination. This was time to shine her beauty and to splurge by shopping, something she felt she hadn't done in a while. A small smile came across her face; maybe this was her opportunity to catch the eye of the CEO.