Good morning ladies and gentlebeings. Welcome to Planet Toriyama. I know I've been gone for an awfully long time, but hold on to your seats-a little birdie just sent me the most interesting picture. Feast your eyes on this piece of juicy news-it looks like Queen B's back in town. -DBZ
Bulma Briefs stepped down from the plane, shielding her eyes from the bright flashes. She barely had time to tighten her grip on her bags before her senses were attacked by the eager paparazzi.
"Ms. Briefs, is it true that you were seen in a bar with the baseball star, Yamcha Bandit?"
"Ms. Briefs, is it true that your father has taken back the reigns of Capsule Corporation?"
"Ms. Briefs, where have you been for the past year?"
She shoved her way through the throng of people. "No comment." Where were saiyan bodyguards when she needed them?
A hand was suddenly on her arm, yanking her out of the mess of people. Her kidnapper steered her out of the airport with quick, sure steps. She struggled to keep up and balance her luggage, stumbling in her high-heeled Louboutins.
The person holding her opened a door to a waiting limousine, shoving her in and following after her. He said a single word. "Drive."
Bulma rubbed her ankle, settling back into her seat. The soft hum of the engine started up. "You couldn't have been a little more gentle?" she snapped. "I'm wearing three-inch heels here!"
"A choice that I wouldn't have made for myself. To each his own, I suppose." The man next to her smirked.
She glared at him before her harsh gaze melted, to be replaced with a large grin. Bulma leaned over to hug him. "I've missed you, Vegeta." she pulled back. "Although you really should treat a lady better than tossing her into the car."
"You're welcome." he answered blithely.
She rolled her eyes. "But thank you for rescuing me from the bloodthirsty reporters."
"I wouldn't go so far as to call them bloodthirsty." Vegeta mused. "They're just...enthusiastic."
" 'Enthusiastic' doesn't attack me every living second of my life. They're sharks, admit it." Bulma scoffed. Vegeta rolled his eyes, but acquiesced with a nod. "How'd they even know I'd be here anyway?"
"Gossip Girl."he answered easily. "Apparently your bloodthirsty sharks subscribe."
Bulma groaned. "I'd nearly forgotten about her. It was such a nice change to spend a year without worrying that your every move would be posted for everyone to know."
"Get over yourself." Vegeta chuckled at her offended gasp. "But really, where were you?"
"I told you, I was in the Resort sector, Planet Hawaii-"
"Don't give me that crap."
Bulma met his gaze evenly. "I was on Hawaii."
"We both know that's a lie." He scowled at her. "But fine, I'll play along for now. Just answer me this-is it true what they're saying about the weakling?"
"He's not a weakling." she answered automatically. "And that would depend on what they're saying."
"That you were sighted with him multiple times before your disappearance."
"Well, yes." she said a bit defensively. "You can't decide who I can or can't see-"
"That there is something between you two." Vegeta added.
"No." Bulma laughed. "God no. He's infatuated with me, but I don't like him that way."
"You seem pretty calm for someone who has her best friend's boyfriend infatuated with her." Vegeta noted.
Bulma hesitated. "Everyone sees it but her. If you ask me, Chichi's too good for him."
Vegeta leaned over the empty passenger seat, pulling a bottle of champagne along with two glasses out of the glove compartment. "You'd better be ready to tell her that, then."
"What do you mean?" Bulma accepted her champagne confusedly.
He clinked their glasses together in a traditional 'cheers' gesture. "We're going to the my sister's birthday party."
RnR please!