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Trunks leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling. He was thinking about anything other than work. His thoughts keep drifting back to his evening out. He was known as the one to be all work and zero play. However last night he said yes to the guys and went out to the bar. When they said come join us it’s going to be great. He was thinking it was going to be one of those bar, flashy lights and big titties. But no, males and thongs with some bad spot lighting. Was he that bad at hiding it? His mom expected the very best from him. Hence why he was now CEO. He never had time to be a kid. Straight from saving the world to running a company. He sighed.

He really had enjoyed last night. What he didn’t like is the fact that he knew who the lead dancer was and how hot he had found him to be. Sure he wore a mask and called himself the ‘masked Casanova’. He wasn’t stupid. He knew that voice and every scar on that body- every muscle too. How many shirts had saiyans ripped- too many. They kept the men’s department in business. His own tailor hated him. He sighed softly as he thought about Gohan. He could hear ChiChi going on about her sons moonlighting.

What he wanted to know was how he did it. Full time teaching career, part time dancer, and somewhere in between he squeezed saving the planet occasionally. Maybe it worked because there had been peace for as far back as he cared to remember.

His mind slipped into thoughts of watching Gohan dance. The beads of sweat as they ran down the curves of a muscle. The way he glistened on that poorly lit stage. Uncomfortable, he shifted in his seat. He became lost in day dream where Gohan was privately dancing for him.

Trunks was abruptly jerked back to reality by a knock on his office door. He had about five seconds before his secretary came in. In quick thought he stuffed half himself under the office desk. “This looks completely awkward,” he thought to himself. He hoped he wouldn’t have to stand for any reason. This was honestly the most embarrassing moment of his life.

“Those reports you wanted to see just came-“ Cheryl couldn’t even finish her sentence. She had never seen her boss in such a disheveled shape. “You look a bit unwell, sir-“ she reached out to feel his forehead.

“Don’t!” He shouted as he grabbed a pile of anything and everything from his desk as he stood up. “I’m fine. I’m going out. Home. Away.” He stuttered as he stumbled out the door and towards the nearest bathroom.

“Must be the stress getting to him.” Cheryl blinked a couple times and shrugged her shoulders.

Trunks praying that nothing he grabbed was important, dropped it all onto the floor. He locked the door and turned on the faucet. In the middle of washing his face he remembered to zip up his pants. “I don’t know if I made that worse,” he mumbled to the empty bathroom. “Get a hold of yourself. NO MEN… especially not that one.” He continued before finishing in his head, “they are going to kill me.”

Trunks straightened up and glanced at the pile. He sighed as he bent down to pick it up. He’d figure it out back at home. One thing he had going for him, he lived alone.