Stress

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(**I am editing chapters for grammar/style as of today 9 Oct 2017. The overall story line will not be altered however it may make the reading better**)

This is The Enforcer speaking,

I have written many fics in my time, some good, some bad, some praised, some cursed, but here I go again, I rarely right none AU fics but lately I've had the itch to do so, so here I am, back to writing again, my latest fic, besides this one was The Worlds Smartest, but it doesn't seem to be that big of a hit, not sure why, but oh well, so I'm going to try and redeem my self with this fic.

Summary:

This takes place during the three mysterious years in which, Bulma and Vegeta became a couple and trunks is born.

Bulma is under a great deal of stress, capsule corps. is about to be transferred over into her name, her father has taken a vacation with her mother leaving capsule and everything else all to Bulma, Vegeta is constantly breaking the GR, demanding new bots, eating everything in the house, and other wise being a pain in the ass, to top it off Yamcha is constantly over, hanging off of Bulma and the woman has just about had enough, she's ready to explode, and the question is not if but when and who will be the first victim of Bulmas wrath...

Now on to the story!

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The morning was calm, small birds chirped as they flew amongst the blooming cherry trees, the sun was just rising over the horizon, a thin layer of dew covered the grass, but suddenly all the serenity was broken.

"Woman!"

"Bulma!"

"Ms. Briefs!"

"Gods be damned," Shouted the blue haired woman as she ran about the house, she had a business meeting at ten, it was already nine, she had papers to sign, people to yell at...

Bulma scampered around the house looking for her missing heel, trying not to wrinkle her skirt, her jacket only half on, and a cup of joe in one hand.

One of her two phones suddenly started ringing, then the other started beeping...

"What? This had better be important." Bulma shouted into the receiver as she answered the text on her second phone.

"No, yes, what do you mean the meetings been moved up, who the hell told them they could do that?" Abruptly ending the call she hit send on the text message only to have the phone start ringing immediately. Bulma answered the call as she swung one arm through her suite jacket.

"What do you want Mr. Mandel? Yes, no, I have absolutely no time to speak to some intern at the moment, the blue prints are in the- yes they are I put them in there my self- you moved them? When?"

"Bulma, hey Bulma!" Spinning around while still arguing on the phone Bulma, one sleeve still on one off, she spotted Yamcha standing in the doorway. Where the hell had he come from? "Hey babe lets go out for lunch today, oh maybe I can just come with you to work? Wow you look so tired, you should go back to sleep or something hun."

"Yamcha I'm busy right now, can you not see-No Mr. Mandel no in the file under..." Bulma turned away from Yamcha and continued her search for her shoe.

"Woman, blast you, I need the GR fixed now!" Not even looking up Bulma yelled.

"Fuck off Vegeta, I can't fix it now, you broke it again, it's your fault you'll have to wait until some time later tonight!"

"But I thought you were going out with me tonight?" Yamcha whined.

"I never said that."

"Ms. Briefs, the blue prints?"

"Fix it now Woman!"

Ring, Ring, Ring, Beep, Beep, Beep.

Bulma screamed coming out from under the couch with her shoe in hand; she chucked the coffee cup at Vegeta who swatted it into the wall with a flick of a finger. Ceramic shattered and coffee went everywhere.

"You can go to hell until I have time to fix the machine," she pointed at Yamcha next, "You need to give me some space," then she rounded on the man on the phone, "You lost 'em you find 'em, you idiot, I don't even know why I hired you."

Slamming one phone down on the coffee table she threw the other somewhere off into the kitchen with a crash, slung her jacket the rest of the way on, slipped her heel on, and walked out the door, fixing her hair and grabbing her brief case as she went.

Slamming the door shut with a loud bang Bulma shouted.

"Go to Hell, the whole world can just go to hell."

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~The Enforcer