Part 12: Poor Mr. President
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It was Saturday night, the best time of day for some relaxation. Especially for those who've had a rough day, done lots of heavy jobs, gone here, gone there, done this, done that, met him, met her, and did a lot more. Trunks always felt that the feeling of sitting back, drinking a cup of coffee, and finishing your favorite book while listening to relaxing music from a HIFI was almost worth the stress. But he was not doing any of that. He was sitting on his bed, signing papers, copying files, making phone calls, and trying to help Bra with her school work. His hair was a complete mess from him raking it in frustration so often. Bra was busy typing, disturbing her brother's PCU, making weird sounds and beeps. She found data in it that she probably wouldn't understand until forever. "Trunks, will you help me with these chemistry questions?" she asked. She turned after Trunks didn't answer her. He was still on the phone. "WHAT? What do you mean ANOTHER MEETING? We settled yesterday!" Bra frowned. She stood up and walked slowly towards her brother. She sat next to him on the bed, trying to listen to what the person on the other side was saying. "Okay, OKAY! FINE! Tomorrow IT IS!" Trunks yelled. He pushed the "End" button and flung his phone across the room. Bra looked at him sympathetically. "Neh…Niisan…what happened?" "Some STUPID supervisors from the other company called!" he grumbled as picked up a pen and began signing more documents. Bra stared at her angry-looking brother. She definitely couldn't ask him for help now. He was under so much stress, but he'd help her anyway. So she began backing away, when suddenly the papers and files were thrown into the air, causing "paper rain." "ARGH! I'm not doing this crap anymore!" Trunks swept the rest of the files, documents, and books from his bed. He stood up and kicked it. Bra stared at him, then went over and held his arm. "Whoa, whoa. Niisan! Calm down!" Trunks took a deep breath and made sure he hadn't done anything too stupid yet. "Okay, Bra. I'm okay…I'm just," he paused. "I'm just a little stressed. That's all." He bent down and began gathering all his papers. "Well." Bra folded her arms and stood in front of him, stepping on some of the papers. "I think you need FRESH air." "Nani?" He looked up. "You heard me! It's Saturday night! And it's a beautiful day…er, night." "Yeah…so?" "So GO OUT and enjoy yourself!" Bra flung her hands in the air. "What else?" Trunks chuckled. Then he smiled. He was about to say something when Bulma called up the stairs. "Trunks! Goten's here to see you!" Bra jumped when she heard the name. "Goten? What's he doing here?" she asked as she followed Trunks from his room to find out. ***********************************
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