life2

Bulma was about to fall asleep on her feet. It had been a long day. First, she had woken up late. Then she had been pulled over. Finally, she had gotten to work. The meeting had been so boring she was surprised she had been able to stay awake for that long.

At last, she was on her way out the door. She stopped to say a few words to Champaign, her secretary.

"I'm out. Would you please call the manager of Compatible Corp.?"

Compatible Corp. was the name of the company she had had a meeting with earlier that day. They were a newly formed company made purposely to go with the Capsule Corp.

"Sure Ms. Briefs. Could you sign these forms before you leave? That way you won't have to come down tomorrow just to sing them!"

Bulma smiled.

"Sure. Have a good evening Champaign. I'll see you Wednesday."

Bulma walked out of the Capsule Corp. City Headquarters and towards the parking lot. She sighed as she pulled out her capsule car.

I'm just gonna wing it home

She thought. It had been such a long day. She was already tired and it was only five! She threw down the capsule. After the smoke cleared, a sporty, posh, blue capsule car appeared.

Bulma hopped in. She pressed a few buttons and flicked a few switches and BAM!! Wings appeared on the side of the car (not birdie wings people, like airplane wings).

Bulma smiled and pressed a few more buttons. The craft lifted gracefully of the ground and started toward the Capsule Corp. Compound.

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Vegeta watched as Mrs. Briefs prepared dinner. He had had a good training session earlier that day. After Mr. Briefs had finished (hastily) upgrading the gravity machine, Vegeta had tested it out. It reached whole new gravitational g's. Vegeta was pleased. He enjoyed a good challenge. After the vigorous work out he had showered and retreated to the kitchen.

He watched as the blonde woman poured rice into a pot of boiling water. It made a slight hissing sound. She then added other things such as shrimp, chicken, and pork to the concoction. After stirring a few times, she started to add vegetables.

"How was your day Vegeta dear?"

She asked in her sickeningly cheerful voice.

Vegeta grunted. She couldn't expect him to actually answer her could she?

Mrs. Briefs continued.

"My day was fun! I went to the spa; you know the one down on Fuji Street?-"

He had no clue. He had hardly been outside the compound. Not that he wanted to. There was simply nothing of interest to him in the surrounding city. He had had occasional glances of it while flying over it when he and Nappa had come to earth a few years before. Nappa had even destroyed a section. Nothing of interest, really.

"- And had a manicure. They put this mud on my face-- it's supposed to be good for your skin-- and had my hair done Ryoko's. That's on Beech if I recall. Then I went to this scrumptious restaurant were they serve--"

Vegeta never found out what they served there. At that moment his sensitive hearing picked up the sound of a vehicle coming toward the compound.

A few seconds later, Mrs. Briefs heard the sound to.

"Oh! That must be Bulma Chan!!"

Bulma. That the name of the blue haired woman who was excellent with machinery and verbal sparing. She was an attractive specimen. He remembered her from Namek. She had been up against the wall, cowering. Not that he could blame her; she knew he was there to take the dragon ball and could kill her without hesitation if they resisted. Still, she had spoken out. If he remembered correctly, she had told the bald little man not to give Vegeta the dragon ball. Vegeta couldn't help but to be mildly impressed with that.

"Vegeta, be a dear and go and tell Bulma that dinner will be ready soon?"

Vegeta grumbled. But he got up. Perhaps he could instigate a fight with the blue haired woman. That would be nice. He hadn't had a good fight all day.

He walked toward the garage. He opened the door and his eyes widened slightly.

There on the floor, Bulma was fiddling with something. But the way she was positioned… She was bent over something. Her low cut top was revealing. And her flat stomach was clearly visible. Her skirt seemed to be riding up her thighs, showing off her long legs. Her blue hair seemed to be windblown and disheveled. Her blue eyes sparkled with exhaustion.

She looked to be working on something for the capsule vehicle. She held a wrench in one hand.

"Stupid radiator!" She was mumbling. She looked up, noticing Vegeta.

"What is it?" She asked, annoyed.

Vegeta humphed.

"Woman. Dinner is ready." He said. He then turned and walked out of the garage, murmuring something about "stupid blue haired women".

Bulma got up. She put away the tools and set the radiator aside for later. She then walked into the kitchen. Bulma's mother looked up from the pot of rice.

"Bulma Chan!" She cooed.

"Did you have a good day dear?" She asked her daughter.

"Hie. Did you kassan?"

"Oh, yes. I went to a spa on Fuji Street-" She continued to tell Bulma what she had recently related to Vegeta.

"Oh, dear. Did you see Vegeta?" Mrs. Briefs asked Bulma.

"Yes, he came to tell me dinner was ready." She replied.

"Well, where is he now?? Bulma, would you find him please? Oh! And get your okassan to dear!"

"Sure." Bulma walked out of the kitchen and toward her father's lab.

"Okassan! Dinner!" She called.

"Hmmm? What? Sinner? Now really, I know I'm not a saint Bulma but I do try to do the best-" Dr. Briefs started.

"No okassan! DINNER!!!" Bulma yelled.

"Oh, of course. Be there in a minute." He replied. Bulma rolled her eyes and walked off.

Vegeta was probably in the gravity machine she told herself. She made her way there.

As she came upon the gravity machine, she stopped to look through the window, to make sure that Vegeta was in there.

He was. And looking good. He was just completing a series of exercises when she had come up. His shirt was off, and his chest was covered in sweat. Those tight pants didn't help any. Bulma tried hard to keep her mouth closed. She shook her head and walked to the door.

"Veteta! Get out here! It's dinner time!" She yelled through the door.

Vegeta opened it a few seconds later. He had put his shirt back on, thank kami. Bulma didn't want Vegeta to see her drooling.

"Stupid woman. I knew dinner was ready." Vegeta growled.

"Then why did you go back to training?" She asked.

"I didn't want to eat with you people." He answered. With that, he slammed the door.

Bulma sneered.

"Stupid Vegetable head!"

"I heard that!" Came a voice through the door.

"Good!" She yelled. She turned toe and marched back to the house. Vegeta floated to the window and watched her go.

Sorry it's so short, but I haven't had much time to write lately! Hope you liked this chapter!