Trunks sighed at his desk, he could barely focus on his work. He was itching to train again. He knew that this would be the case after his and Meira's sparing session. His muscles were kind of stiff as if they were coiling back for a fight. He had by no means over-exerted himself to the point that his muscles would ache like this, this is how he knows that he is just itching for a fight. This was why he tried his best to stay away from the violence it was distracting. 

After his and his father's brief talk, he could hear his father walk away without Meira's door without entering. The thought of his father going into the room somehow made his muscles coil even more. The people in his office were not making it any easier for him either. 

The word had clearly gotten out that he was late for work the day before because he was with a girl. He could feel everyone's eyes on him, more than usual, and suddenly it made sense why his father always snapped at anyone who looked at him for too long. He was not blind to the fact that a lot of the women in his building had an interest in him, no doubt it was his money and empire, but he had never spent enough time around them for it to be about anything substantial. He did not actually have time to date anyone, his workload had been so heavy, that he seldom had time for anything to do to socialize. Not to mention that his mother was very tough to please when it came to girls, she was always unimpressed by any female he brought up in conversation, even though he never meant it that way, she had always been protective of him. Surprisingly, his father had always been the opposite about that topic. Claiming that it was "healthy for a young Saiyan,", he was quite sure that his father was talking about specific activities and not dating in general. No doubt that it was that kind of thinking that brought him into the world, so abruptly. 

He sighed and stood up from his desk, he walked to his window and looked in the general direction of his house. 

"I wonder what she is up to right now...Training probably," he thought to himself. His mind trailed back to her sleeping form that very morning. She looked so peaceful, so innocent, a stark contrast to a relentless fighter from the night before, it made the fact that she was a concurrer of planets and nations before, nearly impossible to imagine. He had to remind himself that she could almost keep up with him when she was exhausted, she was... devastating.

He opened the window and rested his elbows on the window sill trying to cool down his suddenly warm face. This woman was really something else. He could not help but feel alarmed at how taken he was by her, any crush he felt before this felt minuscule. 

"Is this what a crush feels between Saiyans?" he wondered to himself. It made him feel like a borderline creep. Watching her sleep as if that was normal. Sleeping with her... without her knowing... that's even worse. He sighed and ran his hand through his hair, that's when he caught a bit of her scent in his hair... he did not want to let himself think about it... the way he wished he never had to leave her scent... she smelt unreal... the sweetness of honey and vanilla, but somehow the freshness of grass as well... he did not want to acknowledge what it was doing to him... or the fact that he considered not showering that morning to keep that smell on him... he wondered if he should fly back home in his next lunch and take a piece of her blanke-

"There is actually something wrong with me!" Trunks exclaimed gripping his hair with both hands, 

"I'm such a creep, a real creep, oh my god...I'm a creep," he ran his hands over his face in frustration and embarrassment. He caught more of her scent on his hand, he reflexively breathed it deeply which made him face-palm. His face was burning and his body felt hot. 

 He sighed as he felt a breeze move through his hair, reminding him of the evening before. He had always loved flying, it was the one thing he still chose to do after he stopped training and fighting. It was the closest he got to fighting. Goten had stopped flying because the girls he dated were afraid of it, Trunks could never understand that. Then again, Goten had taken up gyming, Trunks thought it was to get his hunger to fight under control, but it was more about retaining muscle for Goten. 

Trunks then tried to sense whether or not he could feel his father and Meira training but he could not feel anything. He looked over at the clock, it was 3 in the day. 

"Is she still asleep?" he asked himself out loud. 

"She is probably very exhausted, I would not put it past her to behave as if nothing is wrong when she is dead tired." He said to himself, out of the corner of his eye, he saw his assistant, Mary looking for him through glass of his office, right next to his door. He suddenly regretted the fact that he opted for glass instead of actual walls for his corner office, at the time he preferred seeing his colleagues work from where he was, it made him feel less alone, but right now, he pretty much felt like an animal in a zoo. Just then, Mary walked in without knocking, 

"I wonde- oh Mr.Briefs, you are here, " She said, clearly taken aback at seeing him, he could not be seen from the angle she was looking into his office, 

"Can I help you?" Trunks asked, slightly annoyed at the fact that she just barged in, ordinarily, he would just accept it as a mistake, but knowing that the reason that everyone has basically been watching him like a bunch of hawks and whispering every time he turns his back was because of her. Additionally, his Saiyan hearing was not helping him when he had to hear what they all thought he was doing and how they thought Meira could never be good enough for him. 

"You have an appointment in Singapore this evening and I was wondering if you need me to book the flight," She said, Trunks raised his brow knowing that he never made her book any of his flights, because his flying (himself) was faster. 

"No," he simply said, not bothering to play along with her weak excuse to snoop around in his office. 

"Will that be all?" He asked crossing his arms after noticing that she was not planning on moving, 

"U-Uh yes," she said and walked back to her desk, which was right outside of his office. 

Trunks sighed as he walked over to his desk and took out a few capsules, that he stored clothes in for times like this. He locked his drawer and cupboard, knowing that all because he caught Mary this time, did not mean that she was done snooping in his office. He then walked out and locked his door behind him, making sure that Mary saw him. 

"Email me the details of this meeting and book me accommodation near the place for the meeting. Make it for one night, I do not intend on staying long," he told Mary who was a little taken aback by his unusually cold orders. In that moment he reminded her of the few glimpses she had caught of his father. 

The office watched Trunks leave, once he turned the corner, they continued with their usual gossip, Trunks rolled his eyes at their words,

"Never thought I would see the day he would actually have interest in someone, the guy's married to his work,"

"Whoever she must not be all that pretty if he wants to keep her hidden,"

"She has a bad influence on him if she keeps him out of his work," 

"Surely they have something better to do with their time," Trunks thought to himself as he opened the nearest window, he was not in the mood to go all the way down before flying, they were on the 21st floor, and it would take too long. He chuckled at the speech he was going to get from his mother. He had done this many times before not particularly caring what the people who could not fly thought it looked like. 

He looked to the corner of the hallway and saw a camera facing him. Given the nature of his work, his company had 24-hour surveillance on all floors. He could only imagine the poor individual watching from behind the scenes reaction to seeing their CEO, loosen their tie, open the window, sit on the edge, look back at the camera, grin, and then jump out. Trunks laughed at the thought of the poor soul's reaction, while he felt the wind on his hair once again. 

He hoped to make this one a quick one. He had been hoping that he would get to fight Meira again when he got home, but he guessed that it would have to wait. He did not mind though, it would be worth the wait he just knew it. Meira was strong and she was so willing to teach with her words, not only body language, like his father. 

Not that he would have minded her teaching with her body language...Trunks' face turned red at his thoughts. He flew a little faster to cool himself down. Maybe they needed a small break, Trunks' instincts clearly did not know how to let him be a decent gentlemen. This night away might be helpful for him to try to get into control. 

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What do you think so far? 

The next few chapters are going to be heading to the mature territory... 

Hope you all enjoy it. 

TheUntamedWord