Hey, this is my first DBZ fic. It's not my first time writing DBZ though (check out my SM/DBZ crossover Between Two Worlds). Of course, it's about our favorite couple, Bulma and Vegeta! To serve my own purposes, I have manipulated their ages a bit. Bulma is 25, Goku is older than her by a couple of years, and Vegeta is also 25 (Hell, who wants to give him the age advantage? It'd give him something else to brag about!). Also something to look for is the interesting roles certain people play. That being said, sit back and enjoy the ride!
Disclaimer: These characters are not mine, but you should know that already.
Catch A Falling Star
"Who's coming to town?" Bulma Briefs asked in surprise, not sure she heard
correctly. She leaned forward in her soft leather chair, staring intently at the young
intern sitting across from her.
"V-vegeta," the young man squeaked, squirming under Bulma's gaze. "He'll be
performing at the Coliseum on Saturday."
"Why, that's only four days away," she calculated quickly, leaning back and
staring up thoughtfully at the ceiling, much to the intern's relief. "Well, this is a special
occasion, definitely big news. I believe this will have to be covered with the utmost
scrutiny and detail. There's only one person suitable for the job."
"Who would that be, Ms. Briefs?" the intern asked.
"Me, of course! It's not every day that a celebrity makes an appearance here, so I
want to cover it myself to make sure everything goes smoothly. I'm going to give the
people the inside scoop."
"Hai," Ms. Briefs," the intern bumbled, standing up. "Is there anything else I can
do for you?"
"I want all of the details about the concert on my desk by the end of the day.
That's all," she dismissed him with a wave of her hand.
'Vegeta, huh? And here I thought the day wouldn't be interesting. It seems I have
an appointment to make.' Bulma grinned, her perfect smile showing two rows of
straight white teeth that glinted in the light. She looked perfect.
Bulma accepted nothing less than perfection. Her father owned Capsule Corp., the
largest technology company in Japan. Although she had inherited all of his
technological genius, she decided to go another route and start a magazine, which she
so fittingly named CC after her father's legacy.
A vision with crystal blue eyes, aquamarine hair that spilled onto her shoulders,
and a curvaceous figure that turned men's heads, she was the most successful twenty
-five-year-old around, and she knew it. She wasn't arrogant by any means; in fact, she
was quite the opposite. But she did know how to get what she wanted.
"If I play this right, and I always do, then this piece will turn out to be my best yet,"
Bulma laughed gleefully. 'And getting to meet the gorgeous Vegeta is just bonus,' she
added silently to herself.
"I have to do what?" an angry Vegeta glared at his manager, Yamcha.
"It's just one concert," Yamcha tried to calm down the rock singer in the silky
-smooth voice he used so well to manipulate people. "You'll play for a few hours, and
the next morning we'll take off to finish the tour."
"Why are we even making such an insignificant pitstop?" Vegeta growled,
obviously displeased at his new obligation.
"Well, for starters, we want to broaden your fanbase. Also, I was called just earlier
today by the editor of a very well-known magazine that wants an interview. Since I
believed that it would help further our goal, I set up an interview with her for tomorrow."
"Tomorrow?" he frowned in annoyance. "What makes her so special? What
magazine is this?"
"It's CC, and the editor is Bulma Briefs. I can assure you-"
"Briefs, as in a Dr. Briefs?" Vegeta interrupted, holding up his hands. "As in
Capsule Corporations?"
"The one and only. Bulma is the heir to the Capsule Corp. fortune."
"Hmm, a bigwig... Interesting." Vegeta, the superficial man that he was, couldn't
resist asking the next question. "What does she look like?"
"Well, umm..." Yamcha scratched his head. "She's managed to stay out of the
media herself. I don't think anyone but her employees and family and friends have seen
her. At least, they're the only ones that have seen her to their knowledge."
"Poor onna," Vegeta laughed. "Must be lacking in the looks department if no one
has seen her. I hope she doesn't faint when she comes face to face with me." He
stopped. "She won't, will she?"
"Of course not," Yamcha told him, throwing an arm over the man's shoulders
reassuringly, all the while leading him out of the hotel room. "I sure hope not," he
muttered.
"What was that?"
"Nothing, nothing. We need to go catch a plane. You'll have plenty of time to
prepare tonight..."
"You'll have plenty of time to prepare tonight," Son Goku stated calmly to his
uncharacteristically frazzled best friend. "He is only human, you know."
Bulma stopped pacing her living room. She stared at him like she couldn't believe
he has said those words. "Only human?" she repeated his words as if they were
venomous. "He is only the biggest rock star in all of Japan at the moment, and I'm
going to interview him!"
"I thought this was your idea?" Goku asked, confused. It didn't take much to
confuse poor Goku. He was a martial arts master who, despite his training, was a very
gentle and friendly guy who was noted for his naivete. Only Bulma was aware of just
how smart her friend could actually be when he applied himself. He was her
confidante, and she would do anything for him.
"It was my idea. I know that I have a staff of talented writers, but I felt that I just
had to do this story." She sighed. 'And it's not just because he's so gorgeous.'
"Are you sure it's not because you find him so attractive?"
'Damnit, Goku, sometime I think you can read minds!' She made a face. "Of
course not! He happens to be very talented. Besides, I've done some checking up on
him. In all of the interviews he's ever done, none of them seemed to capture the real
Vegeta, the man behind the rock star. They talked about his music and his fans, but
rarely did he talk about his personal life. You never get a glimpse at his real
personality."
"And you intend to show that?"
"Definitely!"
"Well, Bulma, if anyone can break him, it's you." As soon as the words left his
mouth, he knew they sounded funny, but he also knew that she understood what he
meant. He never was one with words.
"Arigato, Goku," she kissed his cheek as she walked with him to the door. "I
appreciate the support."
"And you've always got it. Call me tomorrow. I want to know how the interview
went."
"Will do." Bulma waved, then closed the door behind him. Going back into the
living room, she flopped onto the couch and propped her feet up on the cherrywood
coffee table.
"All right, Bulma, you can do this," she clapped her hands together for support,
something she always did before starting a big story. "You are a great journalist and a
brilliant editor, and you haven't failed at anything yet. You aren't about to start now."
She grabbed a pen and notebook off of the table and began brainstorming questions
that popped into her head.
'Mmmhmm, I can definitely do this,' Bulma thought confidently. 'I can't wait until
tomorrow!'
Bulma can't wait until tomorrow. Unfortunately, you guys will have to wait! I know, it was short, but I wanted to make sure that you guys got a feel for the story before I went on a posting rampage. So, what did you think? Please review! It's such a self-esteem booster, not to mention an incentive to post more frequently!
Disclaimer: These characters are not mine, but you should know that already.
Catch A Falling Star
"Who's coming to town?" Bulma Briefs asked in surprise, not sure she heard
correctly. She leaned forward in her soft leather chair, staring intently at the young
intern sitting across from her.
"V-vegeta," the young man squeaked, squirming under Bulma's gaze. "He'll be
performing at the Coliseum on Saturday."
"Why, that's only four days away," she calculated quickly, leaning back and
staring up thoughtfully at the ceiling, much to the intern's relief. "Well, this is a special
occasion, definitely big news. I believe this will have to be covered with the utmost
scrutiny and detail. There's only one person suitable for the job."
"Who would that be, Ms. Briefs?" the intern asked.
"Me, of course! It's not every day that a celebrity makes an appearance here, so I
want to cover it myself to make sure everything goes smoothly. I'm going to give the
people the inside scoop."
"Hai," Ms. Briefs," the intern bumbled, standing up. "Is there anything else I can
do for you?"
"I want all of the details about the concert on my desk by the end of the day.
That's all," she dismissed him with a wave of her hand.
'Vegeta, huh? And here I thought the day wouldn't be interesting. It seems I have
an appointment to make.' Bulma grinned, her perfect smile showing two rows of
straight white teeth that glinted in the light. She looked perfect.
Bulma accepted nothing less than perfection. Her father owned Capsule Corp., the
largest technology company in Japan. Although she had inherited all of his
technological genius, she decided to go another route and start a magazine, which she
so fittingly named CC after her father's legacy.
A vision with crystal blue eyes, aquamarine hair that spilled onto her shoulders,
and a curvaceous figure that turned men's heads, she was the most successful twenty
-five-year-old around, and she knew it. She wasn't arrogant by any means; in fact, she
was quite the opposite. But she did know how to get what she wanted.
"If I play this right, and I always do, then this piece will turn out to be my best yet,"
Bulma laughed gleefully. 'And getting to meet the gorgeous Vegeta is just bonus,' she
added silently to herself.
"I have to do what?" an angry Vegeta glared at his manager, Yamcha.
"It's just one concert," Yamcha tried to calm down the rock singer in the silky
-smooth voice he used so well to manipulate people. "You'll play for a few hours, and
the next morning we'll take off to finish the tour."
"Why are we even making such an insignificant pitstop?" Vegeta growled,
obviously displeased at his new obligation.
"Well, for starters, we want to broaden your fanbase. Also, I was called just earlier
today by the editor of a very well-known magazine that wants an interview. Since I
believed that it would help further our goal, I set up an interview with her for tomorrow."
"Tomorrow?" he frowned in annoyance. "What makes her so special? What
magazine is this?"
"It's CC, and the editor is Bulma Briefs. I can assure you-"
"Briefs, as in a Dr. Briefs?" Vegeta interrupted, holding up his hands. "As in
Capsule Corporations?"
"The one and only. Bulma is the heir to the Capsule Corp. fortune."
"Hmm, a bigwig... Interesting." Vegeta, the superficial man that he was, couldn't
resist asking the next question. "What does she look like?"
"Well, umm..." Yamcha scratched his head. "She's managed to stay out of the
media herself. I don't think anyone but her employees and family and friends have seen
her. At least, they're the only ones that have seen her to their knowledge."
"Poor onna," Vegeta laughed. "Must be lacking in the looks department if no one
has seen her. I hope she doesn't faint when she comes face to face with me." He
stopped. "She won't, will she?"
"Of course not," Yamcha told him, throwing an arm over the man's shoulders
reassuringly, all the while leading him out of the hotel room. "I sure hope not," he
muttered.
"What was that?"
"Nothing, nothing. We need to go catch a plane. You'll have plenty of time to
prepare tonight..."
"You'll have plenty of time to prepare tonight," Son Goku stated calmly to his
uncharacteristically frazzled best friend. "He is only human, you know."
Bulma stopped pacing her living room. She stared at him like she couldn't believe
he has said those words. "Only human?" she repeated his words as if they were
venomous. "He is only the biggest rock star in all of Japan at the moment, and I'm
going to interview him!"
"I thought this was your idea?" Goku asked, confused. It didn't take much to
confuse poor Goku. He was a martial arts master who, despite his training, was a very
gentle and friendly guy who was noted for his naivete. Only Bulma was aware of just
how smart her friend could actually be when he applied himself. He was her
confidante, and she would do anything for him.
"It was my idea. I know that I have a staff of talented writers, but I felt that I just
had to do this story." She sighed. 'And it's not just because he's so gorgeous.'
"Are you sure it's not because you find him so attractive?"
'Damnit, Goku, sometime I think you can read minds!' She made a face. "Of
course not! He happens to be very talented. Besides, I've done some checking up on
him. In all of the interviews he's ever done, none of them seemed to capture the real
Vegeta, the man behind the rock star. They talked about his music and his fans, but
rarely did he talk about his personal life. You never get a glimpse at his real
personality."
"And you intend to show that?"
"Definitely!"
"Well, Bulma, if anyone can break him, it's you." As soon as the words left his
mouth, he knew they sounded funny, but he also knew that she understood what he
meant. He never was one with words.
"Arigato, Goku," she kissed his cheek as she walked with him to the door. "I
appreciate the support."
"And you've always got it. Call me tomorrow. I want to know how the interview
went."
"Will do." Bulma waved, then closed the door behind him. Going back into the
living room, she flopped onto the couch and propped her feet up on the cherrywood
coffee table.
"All right, Bulma, you can do this," she clapped her hands together for support,
something she always did before starting a big story. "You are a great journalist and a
brilliant editor, and you haven't failed at anything yet. You aren't about to start now."
She grabbed a pen and notebook off of the table and began brainstorming questions
that popped into her head.
'Mmmhmm, I can definitely do this,' Bulma thought confidently. 'I can't wait until
tomorrow!'
Bulma can't wait until tomorrow. Unfortunately, you guys will have to wait! I know, it was short, but I wanted to make sure that you guys got a feel for the story before I went on a posting rampage. So, what did you think? Please review! It's such a self-esteem booster, not to mention an incentive to post more frequently!