Hello readers!
This story was born for the Sinful Week Challenge at Blue&Black - A Bulma and Vegeta Writing and Art Community at Livejournal. Each day a new prompt was given (one of the deadly sins) and I finally managed to complete this little story.
Warnings: This story will contain cussing, violence, sex and religious themes. Please, read only if you are old enough and not easily offended. Remember: This is only fiction, not the truth.
Prompt: Pride (Originally posted on May 22nd 2011)
Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ and I'm not making any profit with this little story.
And now, have fun! ;)
+++ooo+++
Oh, don't let it be her…!
A tall man clad in a fine tailored suit leaned against a pillar reading his newspaper, when he spotted a young girl with ridiculously blue hair heading straight towards him. She was wearing plaid black and white leggings, a canary yellow tank top that was seconded only by her pink baseball cap. His eyes were twitching uncontrollably.
You can't be serious, boss…
For a second, he thought he heard a treacherous snicker among the busy beehive like atmosphere of the shopping mall. Shaking his head, he threw his newspaper into the nearby trashcan ignoring the giggling eyesore in front of him.
"Fallen Angel Apprentice, Bulma, at your service," she said cheerfully.
"Do you mind keeping your voice down? I don't want to get caught today," he said, his eyes narrowed. "And now listen, girl. I have absolutely no idea, what has gotten into our boss to assign such a beginner to assist me, but we'll have to deal with it. You'll do absolutely nothing, unless I order you to. Understood?" When she nodded eagerly, he added: "Fine. I am Vegeta. Have you ever been on a Big Seven Mission?"
"No, but I read all about it in school!" she exclaimed.
Vegeta sighed. This was going to be one long week and he could already feel a vein throbbing dangerously near his left temple.
"Come, we have business to do."
+++ooo+++
"What will be our first one?" the girl called Bulma asked.
"Pride."
"Oh, I love pride! Is it true that pride is-"
His hand pressed against her mouth, but she didn't seem to be disturbed by that fact, if anything she seemed amused. And even one of his infamous growls failed him, as he felt her mouth smile against his palm.
"We are about to arrive at my… client's office," Vegeta said quietly and then he released her.
+++ooo+++
"My, Simon, you look fabulous!"
"Ah Vegeta, my friend! Do you already have a copy?" a bald man said while he was waving a magazine in front of the black haired man's nose. "Here, I bought a dozen myself, so you can have this one!"
+++ooo+++
"What did you notice?" he asked her while they were waiting for the elevator.
"He… He acted like I didn't exist, not even a hint that he took notice of me," Bulma said quietly.
"That is, because he ignores anyone who does not wear a three thousand dollar suit. People who are dressed like you are simply beneath him. And this will be his one-way ticket to hell."
Her mouth dropped open and her eyes sparkled.
"This is amazing! Your craftsmanship is truly beautiful. If only I could be as good as you one day," she whispered.
Vegeta sneered. "I am afraid, this won't happen, kitten. I am the best after all."