Riding in a limo, a young woman gazes outside the tinted window, tapping a finger on her lap and resting her chin on her palm while her elbow rests on what little space there is on the door frame. Black hair cascades down her shoulders and onto the seat, with great care to not have sat on any of it. The window that separated the backseat from the driver is rolled up.

"We could have just flown. This driver…" Her patience is wearing thin, and thoughts of pulling over and driving the limo herself started to brew.

A grin comes her way, as the woman's companion begins to respond. "That wouldn't look good for the press. I thought you said to keep a low profile, anyway?" Another woman sat across from her, same hair style as her friend: blunt cut bangs, long black hair, yet hers has a bit more volume than the other woman, who has a more sleek look. The big difference between them, besides their clothing, is that she has brown fox ears and a slender brown tail. "Besides, we get to finish our ice cream sandwiches!"

Looking at her friend enjoying the treat only makes her give a wry smile before biting into hers. Pistachio ice cream sandwiches are hard to come by, and eating them on the literal fly wouldn't have been all that enjoyable. "I wonder what this Bulma person is like. She and her family's rich, so what sort of event do they need me to sing at?" Her tone comes off as bored already with rich people using their status to pull special requests.

"Hmm?" The other woman pauses in taking her next bite. "You think they want you to sing at one of their events, Ria?"

To that question, Ria can only shrug. "Why else would they contact my agent for a meeting with Vivid? And you know Benny is picky about who gets to chat chit with me in private." She goes on to lick the sides of the ice cream bar, trying to prevent any of it from dripping down her fingers. It's then that she opens up the center compartment of the seat next to her for the hidden box of tissues and uses it to hold the ice cream sandwich.

Now it was the other woman's turn to shrug. "You're a big name celebrity, so who knows what they could want. Just don't agree to be a mascot or anything." She finally continues to eat her treat, using a napkin to wipe off what little of the ice cream that was melting.

"Yeah, that's your job, Nira," is the quip Ria gives before Nira throws the tissue she used at her. It isn't done out of malice, as Ria laughs while Nira smiles.

"These ears don't equal a mascot, okay!" There is a short pause before she adds, "and neither is the tail!"

With the atmosphere much more lively, the drive down the busy streets of West City seems much faster. Pedestrians going about their daily lives go unnoticed as the two not only continued on conversing, they readied themselves to present their personas to the world. They also finished their ice cream sandwiches.

The limo pulls up to Capsule Corp, the driver putting the vehicle in park and exits in order to open up the passenger door. Out steps Nira first, dressed in brown knee high boots with low heels, jeans, a white T-shirt, and a black leather biker jacket.

"Hey, look, it's Vixen!" A small crowd of passer-bys take notice of the appearance of the limo, and flock to see the famous face. On her guard, Nira, known to the public as Vixen, prepares for Ria emergence from the vehicle. "Oh wow, it's really her! It's Vivid!"

Part of the preparation routine included clipping in a few hair extensions in a neon green color hidden within her hair, lining her dark eyes with shocking blue liner, and tinted lip moisturizer. It all comes together with her ensemble of the same biker jacket but in purple, a leopard print sleeveless dress in a yellow background, and short black boots, also with low heels.

As she steps out, Vixen makes sure the path to the entrance is free of anyone trying to get too close. One person does, a gangly middle aged man with thick glasses and a scruffy face, but is quickly shut down by Vixen simply lifting him effortlessly by the back of his shirt. His feet dangle from the ground as she moves him to the side, on his feet. It's then that Bulma comes out, and she sure did catch the feat of...mild strength, as she would compare it.

"Hey, you're stronger than you look!" Bulma smiles to them both and extends a hand to Vivid first. "It's really nice to meet you!" Once Vivid shakes her hand, it's also extended to Vixen, which she, too, shakes. "Let's head inside. It's much quieter there."

Vivid gives Bulma a cheeky grin as they step inside, her limo pulling off in the background once they're inside. "Maybe we shouldn't have taken the limo." She nudges Vixen with her elbow, playing up on their conversation from earlier. Vixen just shakes her head, but smiles. "We had to get here somehow, and our car's in the shop."

Bulma looks back to them over her shoulders. "It's totally my fault. I really should have arranged for a helicopter to pick you guys up. Sorry about that. It would have saved you some trouble."

Vixen lifts up her hands and shrugs. "We always run into trouble, so we're used to it."

"Yeah, not running into trouble would be too weird," Vivid added in. Bulma looks to them, surprised to hear that. "What? You don't remember that time someone tried to join me on stage before I pushed him into the crowd? That started a moshpit, but it wasn't even that sorta song!" The memory makes her laugh, because that guy tried to sue her, and instead he ended up having to pay for damaging her equipment.

"You live your life according to your name, huh?" Vivid nods at Bulma's statement, wearing a proud smile.

"Absolutely!"

The area they are lead to is a spacious balcony with a small table set up for three. Tea is the be served with strawberry short cake sitting under a glass cover. As they step out, a man seemingly coming from out the sky lands in front of them, followed by another, much taller, person.

"Hiya, Bulma!" Goku waves to Bulma and her guests, who blink in confusion at the sudden appearance. Any further words are cut off as she digs in on him.

"What have I told you about coming over unannounced like that, doofus!" Her ire is enough to make him appear apologetic.

"Sorry! We were just nearby training and thought we could get something to eat-"

"WELL YOU CAN'T! I've got important business with Vivid right now!" Her blue eyes shift over to the taller fellow, her finger ready to point and anger ready to form words from her lips. But seeing him stare not at her, but her guest, in bewilderment, stops her. Bulma then looks back, seeing that Vixen is just a bit perplexed, not really for people flying, but for Vivid's reaction.

Vivid's eyes are wide for a moment before she composes herself and places hands on either side of her hips. Her surprise is gone, and in its place is irritation.

"Where have you been, Piccolo?"

Now it's everyone else's turn for surprise to set in at the acknowledgment between the two, whom they thought had no connection just moments ago. Moments of silence pass as they two seem as if the others aren't there, and in that while Piccolo withers a bit under Vivid's glare. Bulma is the first person to speak up. "You...know him?"

Vivid nods once, not taking her eyes off the green man. Before he could answer, a gruff voice cuts in.

"Lunch is taking too long, woman!"

All parties turn to Vegeta, arms crossed and in his sparring armor. By the looks of how pristine it is, he's yet to use it in training. Vegeta scans the small crowd, noting two new faces, and one of those faces is covered in pure shock. His face scowls at being stared at so blatantly. "What's with you?"

Vixen, shocked beyond words, manages to at least lift up a finger to point at him before she starts to form words again.

"...Prince Vegeta..."