Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Drabbles - Trunks ❯ Escape ( Chapter 7 )
[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]
By: Lady Kaoru 
Trunks escapes the rigors of work.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 05.24.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 165 | Visits: 344 | Status: Work In Progress
Trunks escapes the rigors of work.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 05.24.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 165 | Visits: 344 | Status: Work In Progress
Escape
Trunks groaned at the stack of papers his secretary piled on his desk. It was already late and this would keep him here until after dark.
“Don’t forget,” she said, consulting her notepad, “you have an early breakfast meeting and your flight leaves at noon. The car will arrive at 10:00, so be sure to wrap up the meeting on time. Your suits are back from the cleaners and the ties I ordered should arrive at any minute. Please keep track of these new ones. I just don’t understand how one man can go through so many ties!”
Trunks waited until she left the outer office, then floated up to the skylight. He made sure no one was on the roof, then flew up into the sky. As he breathed in the fresh air, he removed his tie and let it flutter on the breeze to the ground.
“Ah! Freedom!”
Trunks groaned at the stack of papers his secretary piled on his desk. It was already late and this would keep him here until after dark.
“Don’t forget,” she said, consulting her notepad, “you have an early breakfast meeting and your flight leaves at noon. The car will arrive at 10:00, so be sure to wrap up the meeting on time. Your suits are back from the cleaners and the ties I ordered should arrive at any minute. Please keep track of these new ones. I just don’t understand how one man can go through so many ties!”
Trunks waited until she left the outer office, then floated up to the skylight. He made sure no one was on the roof, then flew up into the sky. As he breathed in the fresh air, he removed his tie and let it flutter on the breeze to the ground.
“Ah! Freedom!”