Disclaimer: I own nothing of Dragon Ball, Dragon Ball Z, or GT. I'm just a happy little camper (student) who writes in her free time, and hangs out with her dogs. Additionally, the cover photo is a photo I found from surfing on the internet and belongs to the rightful owner (whoever it may be).
Can you blame me? It was a sexy picture of Vegeta.
Beta: Myself.
Posted: 6-22-15
Tick.
Tick.
Tick.
It filled her being, like a venom born to destroy her. A large, silk ribbon slid into her mouth, and slipped down the saliva within her esophagus. It did not reach her stomach; instead, it pierced through a precise, direct course and stuck to the crimson surrounding her lungs.
She inhaled.
The ribbon tightened.
Exhaled.
It tightened once more.
Slowly, with the more, quiet and shaky breaths she took, the more knots were added inside her chest. With each inhale, the ribbon wrapped tighter around her lungs and nerves, making it difficult to breath.
This? This was anxiety.
An emotion that this female had never been exposed to.
A petite young woman sat on the edge of her sleek cushioned chair, wringing her fingers together nervously. She ran a sweaty palm through her well-combed locks, transferring the small beads and webbing her hair together. The tips of her shoes bounced impatiently against the marble tiled flooring of the office, resounding a soft tap off of the twenty foot high ceiling.
Adrenaline gushed through her veins, pumping her wonderful nerves through her purple fountains. She needed this job.
It was not her forte - oh, no. This is not what she loved, but she could learn to love it.
She needed to stay low - stay undercover until the storm passed. And this? This was her opportunity to use her impeccable literature skills that she had developed after writing numerous lab reports.
There had been threats against her family's life that pushed her far, far away from home. She had hopped numerous cities, hoping to remain disguised in the mix of the public. Whoever was threatening her, and her family truly wanted her company's name.
The question, of course, would be why? Well, Capsule Corporation always had a knack for attracting those who were power-hungry fools.
Her head hung low, but through her thick lashes she watched as long, slender fingers carefully folded each page with precision. Each paper rustled loudly as the pads of the editor-in-chief's fingertips tenderly touched each page, a curve of a smile upon her facial features.
"Very...intriguing," her thick accent complimented, breaking the fifteen minutes of silence. "I must say, you do have an interesting train of thought, and a crude sense of humour."
The corner of the girl's lips tugged upward into a small smirk. I know, she thought smugly as she dragged her eyes to meet the dark-haired woman's.
"Thank you, Mrs. Chambers," she smiled in response, her eyes lighting up. "I always take such nice compliments to heart - especially from a famous editor such as yourself."
Never hurts to stroke that ego, she inwardly snorted as she brushed a hand through her hair, tucking it behind her left ear.
"You're right, you are speaking to a editor in chief," Chambers chuckled, resting her elbows upon her mahogany desk. "Which is quite impressive, really," she blinked her thick eyelashes, smiling at the blue-haired woman. "I believe you do possess the talent to write for Wall Street-"
The blue-eyed girl's back straightened, and she held her head high confidently with a small smile, waiting for the co-editor to continue.
"-And I think you'd be a great fit…"
Her stomach flipped with joy, and her smile grew wider.
"However, I want a story right away on your first day. If you don't have a story, don't bother walking through the pretty little glass doors of the company."
And, her bubble of extreme happiness was bursted and copious amounts of disappointment replaced her joy, weighing her down. A new story? Pretty little glass doors?
Tch. No wonder why this bitch is the editor in chief, she thought, her smile faltering slightly as she echoed: "A new story?"
"Yes," Mrs. Chambers 'hmphed', a gleam of excitement in her eye as she leaned back in her expensive leather chair. "I want it big," she said, propping her elbows on each armrest, flashing her jazz hands open and wide. "I want it juicy, and I want it entertaining. But most of all, I want it to sell."
The young accomplice tapped her chin thoughtfully, chewing on her bottom lip. "I think," she began softly, her eyes narrowing in deep thought, "that I can do that. Is there anything you're specifically looking for? Other than entertaining, of course."
"Why, Ms…." she briefly looked down at my papers, a broad, sultry smile on her red fire engine lips. "Ms. Noall, I thought you'd never ask."
Her bony hand wrapped around a small electronic device, and her acrylic nails typed in her password before the machine made a swift swoosh. Within seconds, she placed the device in front of the young girl, a smirk on her lips. "Him," she pointed to the flame-haired man with a cocky smirk, "I want to know everything about him."
"Ouji?" her heart stopped as she breathed out the name, her eyes widening as she looked at Mrs. Chambers with a worrisome expression. Shit, she inwardly cursed, way to go, trying to stay undercover, Bulma.
"Yes, Mr. Vegeta Ouji," she chuckled, her smile growing wider. "The public does not know enough about him…and I want dirt. I know there is something dirty about that company - I can smell it," she stated, her eyes narrowing in suspicion. "Perhaps...it may be Senior, but I want you to find that out. And, I feel that you are the perfect match that I have been waiting for. You, out of all the others, have impressed me."
"I…" she was speechless, but after a few brief moments, she released a reluctant sigh. "I can do it." Maybe there's something I can find out for myself…perhaps a connection with the threat looming over Capsule Corporation?
"Great," Mrs. Chambers grinned toothily as she stood from her chair. "Once you have the story complete, we will create a contract, get it signed, and then we shall publish the story. I expect this to be done within three months time, else, you will be cut off. Understand?"
"Crystal clear," Bulma chuckled nervously, standing from her chair.
"Very well," Mrs. Chambers held out her bony, ring-covered hand with a grin. "It will be nice to begin working with you, Cyan."
Bulma smirked, her eyes lighting up. Nobody would ever know her true identity if she continued to keep this up. "Please," she said coolly, holding out her hand, "call me Blue."
"Get ready, get ready!" a stubby, overweight videographer exclaimed, raising his hand in the air as everyone scrambled to their rightful nooks. "We're starting in five, four, three, two," he pointed to the reporting duo, zooming in just a touch upon their smiling faces.
"Good evening, I'm Jack Robinson," the tall man welcomed, a grin upon his face as he swiveled slightly in his cushioned seat.
"And, hello, I'm Samantha Grisham, and we're here sitting here today to report devastating news about the well-known, and very famous, Capsule Corporation. Jack, would you mind taking us off?"
"Yes, it is very tragic indeed," Jack responded, feigning a frown as he nodded at Samantha's remark before looking back at the camera. "Within recent months, Ms. Bulma Brief has stepped down from her position as Vice President for the company, and claimed to have taken a break."
"However," Samantha piped in, her overly bronzed cheeks lifting due to her smirk. "It has been noticed by numerous allied companies, and citizens around the West City area that Ms. Brief has not been seen for a recorded three months."
Samantha flipped her long, dyed red curls over her shoulder, glancing down at her neatly piled papers. "There has been no file or recording of credit card use, bank account use, and there has been no sighting of the blue-haired heiress."
"Additionally," Jack chimed in, "her father has publicly claimed that he has no idea where his daughter may be, or anything about her whereabouts."
The female newsreporter chuckled airily, running a hand through her thick locks. "Not a surprise, truthfully. The genius may have fallen under the pressure of the business - or, she has escaped from the rumoured threat that is attacking the company."
"Oh yes," Jack nodded fervently, his fingers tightening around his white script. "The looming threat is unknown, however, it is believed to be a rivalling company, or an unknown company trying to undermine Capsule Corp. and have a complete take over."
The fake background with buildings behind them twinkled in the inky night sky; and dark, murky clouds loomed over the tall, fake skyscrapers, seemingly adding to the depressing news.
"Bulma Brief is a genius; rivalling with her own father's works, and has had high testing scores all throughout high school and college, and is an exceptional business woman, as testified by many other businessmen," Jack continued, his cheeks lifting. "She has also won many accomplishments, and was on her way to win a Nobel Peace Prize for her scientific breakthrough with heart virus medication before she unexpectedly disappeared."
"If and her future company are fortunate enough, she will no longer have to stay in hiding, and the company will not be known under a new man, and a new name," Samantha proclaimed, her lips pursing into a smile. "Speaking of heirs to large companies, Vegeta Ouji, CEO and heir to Ouji Enterprises has recently conducted another ruthless takeover of an emerging tech conglomerate."
Jack blinked dumbly for a split second before regaining his composure. "Wow, that's like, the third one this month, Samantha!"
"Yes, it's quite astonishing!" she sighed dreamily, imagining the flame-haired man in many different ways…
"Ah, yeah…" Jack chuckled, shaking his head before continuing. "At the mere age of twenty-eight, Junior has achieved multiple takeovers, alliances with other large corporations, and even the business of many citizens for his company's technology."
"My question is," Samantha interrupted, lazily resting her cheek within her palm. "Is he single?"
"Uh…" sweat dribbled down the side of Jack's face, and his mouth fell agape slightly. "Yes, I do believe Mr. Ouji is a ongoing bachelor…? Anyways, uhm, we will now be switching over to the weather, Ted, take us off!"
The television shut off with a swift click, the screen muting into a dark blackness. A deep, throaty chuckle resounded off of the thick walls of the room as the sound of a chair scraped against the wooden floor.
Brown, leather, wingtip Cole Haan's padded quietly against the cool surface below before abruptly stopping at the large window, arms crossed over his chest. His posture was immaculate; his head was held high, shoulders rolled forward, and back straight - he held himself as royalty, a prince.
The large glass wall perspired, beads of cool sweat rolling down the crystal as the night air warmed, the clouds along the skyline seemingly growing. It was bound to rain in this early summer night.
His pitless orbs swept across the city, observing their glimmering lights with a scowl, impatiently drumming his fingers along his bicep.
Those new reporters are imbeciles, he thought, his chest rumbling, why even bring forth mention of the heiress, when nobody knew of her beforehand?
It was true - there was not a substantial amount of information on the young woman, besides her fame and position within her father's company, of course. She was never mentioned within any educational system - save for her degrees, and people, including himself, knew little about her.
The flame-haired man's fingers dug into his upper arms, and his jaw muscles flexed with irritation. It irked him that there was so little about the Capsule Corporation heiress, considering he liked to know every fine detail on his rivals.
Perhaps, that was why she was never properly introduced to the public? Maybe, that was why she was able to leave her home, until their company's issues with current pre-takeover was diminished. She was not known, and people were not familiar with her - a perfect combination for hiding.
As for the information about me, he thought with a 'hmph', a smirk gracing his lips, I'd be lying if I claimed that it was not true.
Yes, it all was very true - he had conquered yet another small company to add to the collection of his trophy case, and another to the building of his father's vast empire. Many would like to state that he was ruthless and cruel.
He prefers honourable and merciful.
Simply put, he did not care, nor did he listen to anyone's opinions about him. He was a man of business, and he had shit to do besides listening to others voicing their opinions.
"Raditz!" he snapped, unmoving from his spot, tapping the pad of each fingertip along the fine linen of his suit, waiting.
"Yeah, Vegeta?" Raditz sighed, entering through the front door while cracking his neck. "You called?"
Vegeta glared thoughtfully at the long-haired man's vague reflection on the glass, his lips tugging upward ever so slightly. "You have a new assignment," his smooth, crackly voice rang throughout the room before a chuckle followed shortly after. "I want a new secretary."
Raditz rolled his eyes, a frown carving into his left cheek. "What?" he huffed, shutting the heavy, cherry wood door behind him. "You are already tired of the latest one?"
A smirk engulfed his lips, carving deeply into his smooth cheek. "Indeed," he rumbled, another short laugh bubbling from his chest. "She was not as satisfying as I hoped her to be," he stated, his orbs gleaming mischievously. "I want to see replacements lined up by tomorrow at noon."
The long haired assistant groaned, his eyelids fluttering shut. "You're insatiable!" he exclaimed, his eyelids reopening. "I swear, you're like a prince with a harem!"
"Women do tend to fawn over me, don't they?"
Raditz sighed, his lips pursing into a thin white line. "Something like that, yeah," he said while rubbing his tired eyes. "Wait until one rejects you, and we'll be the ones laughing."
"Tch, nobody refuses me, imbecile," Vegeta, his smirk never leaving. "I'm irresistible." He pivoted on his heel, facing Radditz and his head tilted slightly. "Just get the job done, I expect a line out the front door."
"Yes, your Highness," he snorted before releasing a loud huff. "Anything else?"
"Now that I think about it..."
"Oh screw off!" Radditz barked out a laugh, shaking his head. "It's past nine, and everyone has left. I'm done for the night. If you want someone to come to each of your beck and calls, ask Kakarot."
Vegeta shrugged, his face stoic. "Switch job positions then," he suggested carelessly, rolling his eyes as he shoved his hands into his trousers' pockets. He continued with dry sarcasm, "Kakarot is better at not questioning my motives anyways."
Raditz's eyes bucked and his mouth fell agape. "Are you serious?! Is that all I had to do?!"
"Yes," Vegeta stated dryly rolling his eyes, adding a moment of silence for a dramatic effect. A coy smirk slapped onto his face, as he continued, "As if I am stupid enough to put you as head of security! Get out, I'll see you, and the women tomorrow."
Raditz growled with annoyance as Vegeta turned his back toward him once more, gazing out the window. "You insufferable, royal pain in the ass," he muttered under his breath before stomping out of the doorway, slamming the entrance shut.
The flame-haired man chuckled deeply, his eyes shining with amusement. Tomorrow was another day to hunt and feast upon prey, and he would enjoy it, immensely.
Well, here it is...The Prince of Wall Street.
I have to say, this whole story would not have been possible had I not received the idea from Gotrixisgreat99. He definitely cracked some jokes with me over the story's cover photo, and somehow, a simple idea spiraled from it all.
One idea that ended up being so, so much more.
If you have any questions, comments, or concerns, just drop me a review or PM - I am happy to reply.
Thank-you, and cheers to a new story with a new beginning! Let's hope the B/V fandom will treat me well. xx
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Until next time!