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Overnight
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Night, July 7th
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Grumbling in my sleep, I try to ignore my phone buzzing off on my nightstand. There was no way I was going to perform an outrageous work task for Zamasu this late. Groaning, I flop over to the other side of the bed and squeeze my eyes shut, hoping that Zamasu wouldn't call a second or third time. I was wrong. The man was persistent, refusing to let me sleep. He knew what hours I'd be out like a light, purposely, this was his intent.

"Argh!" I growl and furiously sit up, swiping my phone off the drawer. "Yea? What do you want? I already did all your dirty work earlier!" I scowl.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you..." a shaky voice trails on the other end as my eyes thicken, realizing it was ChiChi. "ChiChi? What's the matter?" I ask, calmly this time, since I might have frightened her with my yelling. "Well I uh, Zamasu told me..." she sighs, and I'm confused as to what he told her. What did he tell her—and why did he feel the need to tell her?

"Yea? What did Zamasu tell you?" I ask.

"He said," she pauses, taking a deep breath in order to finish her sentence. "That my services are no longer needed."

My heart sinks to my stomach, and it takes me a couple moments for it to sink in. Zamasu fired ChiChi? What the hell is wrong with him?! "Oh...did he tell you why he fired you? Believe me, I would've never fired you. You're perfect." I assure her, though, I have a feeling as to why Zamasu did it.

"Well, he said the partnership with the Red Ribbon company coasted through successfully, and that one of their main supporters were going to...replace me." She squeaks at the last bit.

"Oh Kami, I'm tremendously sorry ChiChi. If you ever need anything, call me."

The anger I held for Zamasu was thickening on my back like a new layer of skin. Tomorrow, he'll have a piece of my mind. This is the last straw.

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I didn't even bother sticking to the new routine of waking up early, Zamasu already pissed me off so bad, I would be far too reluctant to dare get there early. Zamasu knew ChiChi needed the job in order to help out her widowed father, so why the hell did he do it?

My question would be answered soon enough. I trudge my way to Dabura Diner, heeding ChiChi's advice on trying something new. As I open the door and the bell chimes to make my presence aware, a diner girl immediately greets me. I give her a small smile, trailing towards a booth, sitting at one near a table. Out of mere boredom, I look up and notice familiar waves of shadow stormed hair. My eyes immediately lock on the obsidian orbs, her eyelashes so long that they rest on her cheeks.

It's that same girl from the market yesterday, but unlike her appearance from yesterday, she's not covered in sand, and she's wearing a dark river blue sundress with a black soft sweater on top in order to cover her shoulders. She's enjoying breakfast with a boy—none of the ones from yesterday, but one with hair so wavy and full of awkward spikes it almost resembles mine.

His back is to me, so I can't get a picture of what his face looks like. "Did that headache go away?" He asks in a worried tone. "Yea, it did. It wasn't like the headache wasn't going to last until morning. God that would've been horrible, but thanks for helping me clean up that mess Goku. I really appreciate it." She gives him a sincere smile, and judging from the tint of scarlet that flowed through her cheeks, she had feelings for him.

Wait. Did she just say Goku?

Both ChiChi and this girl had feelings for this boy? Well, I shouldn't jump to conclusions, maybe these two are just friends. "No problem, thanks for letting me crash at your place. I didn't know my parents would be out so late at the hotel, and that Raditz woulda passed out at that party." He groans at the last part.

He stayed at her place. A girl's. Were her parents not present? Well, if she threw a party, then most likely they wouldn't be. I've been to a handful of parties during my teenage years, and hardly any of them had parental supervision. "A-About Vegeta..." the girl begins, clearly something was on her mind about Vegeta. "Yeah? What about Vegeta?" Goku replies, taking a bite out of a floppy pancake.

"I don't really have feelings for him." She sucks in a few puffs of air before exhaling. "I was lying, since I was...frustrated."

Before I can hear any more of their conversation, a diner girl slides a menu in my direction. "Good morning, sir! My name is Zangya! I'll give you a moment to browse through the menu and choose something to drink and eat!" She chirps, and bows respectfully, scurrying off to help her other customers, I presume.

I grip the menu, already knowing what I'm going to get, but I didn't even bother telling her, since I was so interested in these teenagers' conversation. Thinking about it, I wondered why I was so intrigued? Maybe it was because ChiChi cared for Goku, and also because that girl caught my attention. That sweet tooth girl.

"Caulifla, I know Vegeta hasn't told you this—and I want to be the one to tell you, but the reason I was with ChiChi the majority of the time at the party was because she was fired from her job yesterday with no warning or explanation as to why." A chill goes down my spine. So Saiyan City was more of a small town than I thought.

Caulifla. So that's her name.

Her expression transforms from the green envy she most likely held for ChiChi, to absolute sympathy. She sighs, soft like the wind brushing against my skin. "Oh, Kami. If I had known, I wouldn't have acted so cold. I'll apologize to her when I see her later on."

"You can, tonight. If you want to join us at—"

"Excuse me, sir. Are you ready to order?" Zangya interrupts as I wince, taking my eyes off the pair. "Yea, I'll have the spicy skillet with a tropical strawberry smoothie."

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"You mind explaining it to me the reason why you fired ChiChi?!" I demand as I storm inside my office, slamming the door behind me. "What's wrong with you, Zamasu? You knew very well ChiChi absolutely needed this job!"

Zamasu doesn't take his eyes off the stack of papers—not until he hears me call him by his name. A small warning glare, before proceeding to neatly stack them up. "As I thought, you'd be furious when you'd find out." He hums blissfully, as if nothing else mattered. As if his choice didn't matter.

"Hell yeah, I'm furious! What did ChiChi do to deserve this?" I shouted, my voice echoing back in a deeper anger. "She did nothing, son." Zamasu responds, "However, her assistance will no longer be required. As of today, our partnership with Red Ribbon has officially started. Your assistant is top notch, and not only that, she's the daughter of the CEO." He winks at me as I gag in disgust.

"Oh father, you've just made a terrible mistake."