This is my newest fic, set right before the trip to Namek. Everything
pretty much follows the series accept Krillin got killed fighting the Saiya-
jins instead of Yamcha. Yamcha is the son of Dr. Briefs and is an
executive at Capsule Corp instead of a baseball player and Bulma is a
secretary. Oh yeah.somewhere along the line Bulma goes insane and becomes
CATWOMAN (dun dun dun) anywhay, you'll have to read the rest to find out
what happens.
DISCLAIMER: DON'T OWN DBZ OR THE CATWOMAN THEME BUT THE PLOT IS MINE
Chapter 1 The Secretary's Requiem: Birth of Catwoman
It was about 11:00 at night. Bulma unlocked the door to her tiny apartment on the west side of town. "Honey I'm home!" she shouted into the darkened living room, then mentally smacked herself on the head. "I forgot.I'm not married."
Bulma brought a hand up to the wall beside her and fumbled around for the light switch. When she found it, the apartment was flooded with a soft yellowish light. She closed the door behind her and leaned against it, taking a few deep breaths. Today had not been the best of days. First, she was late to the office, arriving at nine thirty instead of eight and her boss laid out about five hundred things to do before his conference with all of Capsule Corp's major investors which was scheduled at eleven o'clock. Luckily Bulma managed to finish everything but then she had to make coffee for everyone attending the meeting and get her ass pinched by every man in the room, Yamcha included. She hated being treated like dirt but to everyone she was just a lowly secretary, completely controllable and at the disposal of anyone with a higher job position.
Bulma had no choice but to live with all the shit thrown at her, she was overworked and groped at constantly by middle aged men wearing too much cologne. But she had to keep her job. There was nothing else in the city she could do. Sure she was pretty smart but she could never hope to get a high position at Capsule Corp. Every technician and inventor there, plus all the members of the board were male sexist pigs. She didn't even get paid the regular secretary wage because she was a pretty young girl with a loud mouth and sometimes violent tendencies.
Bulma sighed and pushed herself away from the door and half walked, half staggered past the living room and into the kitchen, throwing her purse on a lamp stand as she went. Suddenly something furry brushed against Bulma's legs, making her jump at least five feet in the air. But she quickly regained her composure when she saw what it was.
"Kami! Don't scare me like that Isis!" from her perch at Bulma's feet, Isis the cat looked up at her owner with a look of mild curiosity and annoyance. If her facial expression could be transferred into words, she would say: what took you so long getting home.I haven't eaten anything since this morning!
Bulma bent down and picked up the cat. It was a black cat, not as small as the cat her father had, but lean and sharp clawed. The perfect backyard predator. Bulma smiled and scratched the cat behind the ears earning a purr and a shoulder nuzzle.
Carefully stepping over Isis' food bowl, Bulma opened the refrigerator door and pulled out a carton of milk. She set Isis down and poured a little milk into her bowl, careful not to spill a drop. She then put the milk back in the fridge and made her way back into the living room to watch the late night news.
Bulma plopped down on the couch and retrieved the remote from the coffee table in front of her. Bulma pushed a button and her small TV clicked on. She tuned it to a news channel.
"As you can see, it is still taking a lot of time and effort to clean up all the damage left from the climactic battle that took place only a few months ago." a reported droned on about the Saiya-jins who came to Earth and the battle between them and Earth's Special Forces. Bulma remembered her best friend Chichi telling her about it a few days before it happened. At first, Bulma was shocked to hear Yamcha would be fighting, she didn't expect the man who sat behind a large oak desk at Capsule Corp could defend the world. Just goes to show how people can lead double lives like that.
Of course the battle had been brutal. Bulma watched it on TV. Almost everyone on Earth's side was killed accept for Chichi's husband Goku and her son Gohan, and Yamcha managed to stay alive somehow. Afterwards, she remembered him talking about going to some plant Namek to retrieve the Dragonballs there. Bulma had only heard of the dragonballs from Chichi, she had never really seen them, and she certainly didn't think about taking trips to other planets to get them. Bulma didn't think there was any other intelligent life out there until the Saiya-jins came. Everything was changing from routine and normal to a fast paced, alien sci-fi thriller movie scene. If she thought about it too long her head would start hurting.
Suddenly a little red light off to the side caught Bulma's eye. She turned her head to see what it was and found she had a message waiting on the answering machine. Bulma reluctantly stood up and walked the strenuous three feet to the answering machine.
"Bulma, this is yourself calling." Bulma mentally smacked herself in the head again and uttered a few choice words. "Yamcha has another meeting tomorrow and you have to go all the way back to the office and prep all the files for him.life sucks doesn't it?"
Bulma nodded and hastily grabbed her purse and rushed back out the door. Yes life did suck, but she had to keep her job.
* * *
Half an hour later, Bulma was sitting at Yamcha's oak desk in his office skimming over files she'd managed to pry out of the locked file cabinet on the other side of the room. For information this important, Yamcha sure didn't take a lot of effort to keep it safe and hidden from prying eyes. There was information about using Capsule Corp to create military weapons that would be sold to people from outer space. Now that Earth was open to the universe might as well do business with everybody, Bulma guessed. She flipped through a few loose leaf pages before coming to a thin folder. She opened it and found a list of names and products. Bulma's eyes widened. There was enough weaponry being sold to who knows who these people were-a 'Lord Freeza' being the most prominent name on the list-to wipe out entire planets.
"What is going on here?" she asked herself in dismay, still flipping through the folder, she didn't notice the shadow that appeared in the doorway.
'"That's exactly what I'd like to know," a smooth male voice said from the door. Bulma looked up startled. A clean shaven man in a black business suit and tie walked towards Bulma, the two scars on his face were dead give- aways concerning his identity.
"M-Mr. Yamcha.I.I didn't hear you come in," Bulma stammered, shutting the folder and quickly standing up, a scared look on her face. She didn't know how well her boss would take a secretary breaking into his protected files. Yamcha on the other hand, knew exactly how he would deal with this "little situation".
"Well that's because you weren't meant to Bulma," he took a few steps closer, causing Bulma to immediately take a few steps back, closer to the large picture window serving as a wall. Yamcha smirked inwardly. "Tell me Bulma.how exactly did you get these files? I was sure I put them in that cabinet with the advanced computer lock on it." his voice trailed off and Bulma became more nervous, and she had good reason to be.
"W-well I just figured that the password was your girlfriend Marron's name and it was.er.I know how much this meeting tomorrow is important to the company and I though you'd want ot have everything all ready for um everything." Bulma glanced up at her boss who somehow got closer without her noticing.
"Uh hu." was his only reply. Bulma gulped and chewed on her bottom lip. An awkward silence filled the room.
"Um.this is all very interesting stuff, although a little advanced for me.trading with interplanetary buyers, selling them capsules and military products that could um.cause a lot of damage and in return get total control of the planet's business." Bulma's voice faltered a little as she saw a frown appear on Yamcha's face. "Wh-which is a good way to get all the way to the top I'd say."
"Uh hu." Yamcha repeated, stepping closer to the meddling secretary. "And who exactly would you say all this to?" there was a slight growl in his voice that made Bulma tense up.
"Well.nobody," she replied, backing away so far that her back was pressed against the window. Yamcha glared long and hard at her before his expression softened and a smile played across his face.
"You're a very good secretary you know that?" Bulma smiled back and laughed nervously. She had an unnerving feeling where this was going.
"Too good?" she asked looking him right in the eye, where she saw cold amusement. She shrank down a bit as Yamcha reached out and placed a hand on either side of her and leaned in a bit.
"You know, everything in this company is depending on this deal with these intergalactic.friends of ours.we can't have any brilliant secretaries screwing anything up now can we?" he tilted his head down and whispered in her ear: "Well can we?"
Bulma was starting to get really scared now. She had no idea how thin the ice she was walking on was until Yamcha whispered those words to her. She was nothing compared to him. He could snap her neck easily without any effort. Why did the world have to throw her into these situations?
"Listen Yamcha," Bulma began, the fear evident in her voice. "I promise I won't tell anyone anything. It'll be our secret I swear.why do you have to be so mean to someone so meaningless I-" she stopped suddenly as Yamcha moved his head over so his face was mere centimeters from hers, their lips almost touching. They stayed that way for a few seconds before Yamcha pulled back, a good natured grin on his face. He suddenly began to laugh like the whole thing had been a big joke.
Thinking everything was normal again, Bulma started laughing too. Her body relaxed against the glass and moved her hand to fan her face. "You know for a second there you really scared me."
"Is that so?" he asked. Then without warning he lunged forward and pushed Bulma threw the window, letting her fall ten stories to the ground. Bulma screamed as she fell fast, hitting the ground in what seemed like seconds, she lay there on the concrete sidewalk, not moving or breathing.
From ten stories above the crumpled body of his secretary, Yamcha turned from the window and started clearing up all the papers that were spread out on his desk. "Nosy little bitch.that'll teach her not to go trough protected files ever again," he laughed evilly to himself as he exited his office with the papers arranged in a stack under his left arm. Without taking a second glance at the broken window, he flipped the lights off and closed his office door.
I know evil cliffie, evil yamcha but youll get the next chapter if you review ^-^ Next time bulma becomes catwoman and a trip to namek is launched veggi's not in the picture yet but he'll come along later. Not exactly sure how this'll become a romance but I'm working on it!
Ja ne for now!
; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh yeah, if any of you saw the batman returns movie you'll notice some of the stuff is similar to what happened in the first part of the movie when selena becomes catwoman. That's all their stuff, I just worked on the idea of it a little I don't take credit for it, my fic won't be the same as the movie (this is just a note so I don't get sued by anyone)
DISCLAIMER: DON'T OWN DBZ OR THE CATWOMAN THEME BUT THE PLOT IS MINE
Chapter 1 The Secretary's Requiem: Birth of Catwoman
It was about 11:00 at night. Bulma unlocked the door to her tiny apartment on the west side of town. "Honey I'm home!" she shouted into the darkened living room, then mentally smacked herself on the head. "I forgot.I'm not married."
Bulma brought a hand up to the wall beside her and fumbled around for the light switch. When she found it, the apartment was flooded with a soft yellowish light. She closed the door behind her and leaned against it, taking a few deep breaths. Today had not been the best of days. First, she was late to the office, arriving at nine thirty instead of eight and her boss laid out about five hundred things to do before his conference with all of Capsule Corp's major investors which was scheduled at eleven o'clock. Luckily Bulma managed to finish everything but then she had to make coffee for everyone attending the meeting and get her ass pinched by every man in the room, Yamcha included. She hated being treated like dirt but to everyone she was just a lowly secretary, completely controllable and at the disposal of anyone with a higher job position.
Bulma had no choice but to live with all the shit thrown at her, she was overworked and groped at constantly by middle aged men wearing too much cologne. But she had to keep her job. There was nothing else in the city she could do. Sure she was pretty smart but she could never hope to get a high position at Capsule Corp. Every technician and inventor there, plus all the members of the board were male sexist pigs. She didn't even get paid the regular secretary wage because she was a pretty young girl with a loud mouth and sometimes violent tendencies.
Bulma sighed and pushed herself away from the door and half walked, half staggered past the living room and into the kitchen, throwing her purse on a lamp stand as she went. Suddenly something furry brushed against Bulma's legs, making her jump at least five feet in the air. But she quickly regained her composure when she saw what it was.
"Kami! Don't scare me like that Isis!" from her perch at Bulma's feet, Isis the cat looked up at her owner with a look of mild curiosity and annoyance. If her facial expression could be transferred into words, she would say: what took you so long getting home.I haven't eaten anything since this morning!
Bulma bent down and picked up the cat. It was a black cat, not as small as the cat her father had, but lean and sharp clawed. The perfect backyard predator. Bulma smiled and scratched the cat behind the ears earning a purr and a shoulder nuzzle.
Carefully stepping over Isis' food bowl, Bulma opened the refrigerator door and pulled out a carton of milk. She set Isis down and poured a little milk into her bowl, careful not to spill a drop. She then put the milk back in the fridge and made her way back into the living room to watch the late night news.
Bulma plopped down on the couch and retrieved the remote from the coffee table in front of her. Bulma pushed a button and her small TV clicked on. She tuned it to a news channel.
"As you can see, it is still taking a lot of time and effort to clean up all the damage left from the climactic battle that took place only a few months ago." a reported droned on about the Saiya-jins who came to Earth and the battle between them and Earth's Special Forces. Bulma remembered her best friend Chichi telling her about it a few days before it happened. At first, Bulma was shocked to hear Yamcha would be fighting, she didn't expect the man who sat behind a large oak desk at Capsule Corp could defend the world. Just goes to show how people can lead double lives like that.
Of course the battle had been brutal. Bulma watched it on TV. Almost everyone on Earth's side was killed accept for Chichi's husband Goku and her son Gohan, and Yamcha managed to stay alive somehow. Afterwards, she remembered him talking about going to some plant Namek to retrieve the Dragonballs there. Bulma had only heard of the dragonballs from Chichi, she had never really seen them, and she certainly didn't think about taking trips to other planets to get them. Bulma didn't think there was any other intelligent life out there until the Saiya-jins came. Everything was changing from routine and normal to a fast paced, alien sci-fi thriller movie scene. If she thought about it too long her head would start hurting.
Suddenly a little red light off to the side caught Bulma's eye. She turned her head to see what it was and found she had a message waiting on the answering machine. Bulma reluctantly stood up and walked the strenuous three feet to the answering machine.
"Bulma, this is yourself calling." Bulma mentally smacked herself in the head again and uttered a few choice words. "Yamcha has another meeting tomorrow and you have to go all the way back to the office and prep all the files for him.life sucks doesn't it?"
Bulma nodded and hastily grabbed her purse and rushed back out the door. Yes life did suck, but she had to keep her job.
* * *
Half an hour later, Bulma was sitting at Yamcha's oak desk in his office skimming over files she'd managed to pry out of the locked file cabinet on the other side of the room. For information this important, Yamcha sure didn't take a lot of effort to keep it safe and hidden from prying eyes. There was information about using Capsule Corp to create military weapons that would be sold to people from outer space. Now that Earth was open to the universe might as well do business with everybody, Bulma guessed. She flipped through a few loose leaf pages before coming to a thin folder. She opened it and found a list of names and products. Bulma's eyes widened. There was enough weaponry being sold to who knows who these people were-a 'Lord Freeza' being the most prominent name on the list-to wipe out entire planets.
"What is going on here?" she asked herself in dismay, still flipping through the folder, she didn't notice the shadow that appeared in the doorway.
'"That's exactly what I'd like to know," a smooth male voice said from the door. Bulma looked up startled. A clean shaven man in a black business suit and tie walked towards Bulma, the two scars on his face were dead give- aways concerning his identity.
"M-Mr. Yamcha.I.I didn't hear you come in," Bulma stammered, shutting the folder and quickly standing up, a scared look on her face. She didn't know how well her boss would take a secretary breaking into his protected files. Yamcha on the other hand, knew exactly how he would deal with this "little situation".
"Well that's because you weren't meant to Bulma," he took a few steps closer, causing Bulma to immediately take a few steps back, closer to the large picture window serving as a wall. Yamcha smirked inwardly. "Tell me Bulma.how exactly did you get these files? I was sure I put them in that cabinet with the advanced computer lock on it." his voice trailed off and Bulma became more nervous, and she had good reason to be.
"W-well I just figured that the password was your girlfriend Marron's name and it was.er.I know how much this meeting tomorrow is important to the company and I though you'd want ot have everything all ready for um everything." Bulma glanced up at her boss who somehow got closer without her noticing.
"Uh hu." was his only reply. Bulma gulped and chewed on her bottom lip. An awkward silence filled the room.
"Um.this is all very interesting stuff, although a little advanced for me.trading with interplanetary buyers, selling them capsules and military products that could um.cause a lot of damage and in return get total control of the planet's business." Bulma's voice faltered a little as she saw a frown appear on Yamcha's face. "Wh-which is a good way to get all the way to the top I'd say."
"Uh hu." Yamcha repeated, stepping closer to the meddling secretary. "And who exactly would you say all this to?" there was a slight growl in his voice that made Bulma tense up.
"Well.nobody," she replied, backing away so far that her back was pressed against the window. Yamcha glared long and hard at her before his expression softened and a smile played across his face.
"You're a very good secretary you know that?" Bulma smiled back and laughed nervously. She had an unnerving feeling where this was going.
"Too good?" she asked looking him right in the eye, where she saw cold amusement. She shrank down a bit as Yamcha reached out and placed a hand on either side of her and leaned in a bit.
"You know, everything in this company is depending on this deal with these intergalactic.friends of ours.we can't have any brilliant secretaries screwing anything up now can we?" he tilted his head down and whispered in her ear: "Well can we?"
Bulma was starting to get really scared now. She had no idea how thin the ice she was walking on was until Yamcha whispered those words to her. She was nothing compared to him. He could snap her neck easily without any effort. Why did the world have to throw her into these situations?
"Listen Yamcha," Bulma began, the fear evident in her voice. "I promise I won't tell anyone anything. It'll be our secret I swear.why do you have to be so mean to someone so meaningless I-" she stopped suddenly as Yamcha moved his head over so his face was mere centimeters from hers, their lips almost touching. They stayed that way for a few seconds before Yamcha pulled back, a good natured grin on his face. He suddenly began to laugh like the whole thing had been a big joke.
Thinking everything was normal again, Bulma started laughing too. Her body relaxed against the glass and moved her hand to fan her face. "You know for a second there you really scared me."
"Is that so?" he asked. Then without warning he lunged forward and pushed Bulma threw the window, letting her fall ten stories to the ground. Bulma screamed as she fell fast, hitting the ground in what seemed like seconds, she lay there on the concrete sidewalk, not moving or breathing.
From ten stories above the crumpled body of his secretary, Yamcha turned from the window and started clearing up all the papers that were spread out on his desk. "Nosy little bitch.that'll teach her not to go trough protected files ever again," he laughed evilly to himself as he exited his office with the papers arranged in a stack under his left arm. Without taking a second glance at the broken window, he flipped the lights off and closed his office door.
I know evil cliffie, evil yamcha but youll get the next chapter if you review ^-^ Next time bulma becomes catwoman and a trip to namek is launched veggi's not in the picture yet but he'll come along later. Not exactly sure how this'll become a romance but I'm working on it!
Ja ne for now!
; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh yeah, if any of you saw the batman returns movie you'll notice some of the stuff is similar to what happened in the first part of the movie when selena becomes catwoman. That's all their stuff, I just worked on the idea of it a little I don't take credit for it, my fic won't be the same as the movie (this is just a note so I don't get sued by anyone)