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Chapter 2 : Celebrations

That night there was to be one final send-off for the 'Passions Grace' crew. The series finale had played earlier that day and so far the feedback had been positive. Bulma was absolutely ecstatic. With six years of directing this show under her belt, as well as several low budget movies before hand, she felt like she could do anything. Tonight, in her opinion, was her night to shine.

She was dressed to kill in a haltered black dress that fit snugly to her form and hit just above her knee. The dress plunged low in the back and there was a sprinkle of sparkle along the bottom hem of the dress. She matched it with black high heels and a fine selection of silver jewellery. Her hair was slightly wavy and left down to frame her face.

Turning from the full length mirror she was admiring herself in, she walked out of the bathroom adjacent to her living room. Bulma lived in a top floor, top quality apartment. It had two large bedrooms, a kitchen, a dining room, a living room and two bathrooms. Hardwood floors ran all through it except in the bedrooms where it was carpeted. She had decorated it simple, with few knick-knacks and pictures. The furniture was all black and in most cases, leather. Any wood found in the apartment was cherry wood and polished to perfection. It was as opposite from her parents home as she could get it to be. They lived in a large plush home with big comfy furniture and lots of pictures. Bulma still couldn't believe she had left them behind.

The party was to be held in a large rented ballroom. There was going to be dinner, dancing and best of all, media. Bulma knew she was going to be interviewed and was ready to plug her upcoming movie. It was never too early to start publicity. She grabbed her purse and keys and headed out the door.

The party was already in full swing by the time she got there. Bulma entered and was met first by some of the crew, who had already started drinking. After politely smiling and greeting them, she excused herself so that she go get something to eat. Of course, that was only the excuse she used. She was really looking for the media. The only media she could find, Yajirobe had claimed custody of. He was, no doubt, going on and on about how he had made 'Passions Grace' huge. Bulma narrowed her eyes at the spectacle. In defeat she found the head crew table and sat down to wait out Yajirobe.

Krillin, the editor, sat down beside her, "how you doing, Bulma?"

She smiled at him, "I'll be doing a lot better when Yajirobe releases the media."

"Eager to get a piece of that?" He asked her.

"Any publicity is good publicity," she stated and turned away from him, noticing one of the reporters, if that term could be used, getting away from Yajirobe. She excused herself to go hunt him down. She waited patiently as he interviewed the young, Videl.

After getting his interview with the young soap actress, he turned to see Bulma Briefs standing nearby watching him. He gave a signal to his cameraman and headed over to her. "Ms. Briefs, mind giving a moment of your time for 'Soaps Weekly'?"

Bulma smiled brightly, "of course not. I don't think we've met before, you are?"

"I go by Cooler," he told her with a sly smile.

"Ah, well, interview away," she told him.

After a ten minute interview in which Bulma plugged her new movie as much as possible, she finally let the poor man go. With a sigh she looked around the party, it really was lacking. Since she didn't drink, there really was no point to her talking with most of the guests, who used the party as an excuse to get drunk. Because of this she found herself leaning against one of the walls watching everyone else.

Vegeta only came because he felt he had to. He had done a successful job of avoiding most anyone who would talk to him for most of the night. His attire was normal for him, baggy black slacks and a navy button down shirt. The only good thing about this party was the free food, which he happily chowed down on earlier. Sitting at one of the tables designated for talent, he felt a pair of eyes on him. Turning, he watched as Marron sauntered over to him with a glass of wine.

"How you doing, sweetie?" she asked him as she took a seat beside him. "Did you want a drink? I could grab one for you if you'd like."

"I don't drink, it does nothing but turn the likes of you into simpering, idiotic fools," he told her, hoping his disdain would drive her away.

She laughed instead, an airy sound. "Oh Vegeta, you're so funny," she told him, placing a small hand on his forearm.

Vegeta glanced down at it before shaking it off. "What do you want?" he asked her, not altogether nicely.

Marron giggled and leaned in close to him, "well, you get right to the point don't you?"

"Don't you have anyone else you could be annoying right now?" she was starting to annoy him.

Marron pouted slightly, "that's not very nice, Veggie-kins. And here I was hoping you'd like to get together with me after the party."

"Why would I voluntarily spend any amount of time with you?" he asked her. Vegeta looked around the room, his eyes settling on the aqua-haired woman against the far wall. She was smiling and watching this disgusting show with amusement. He narrowed his eyes at her.

"Why do you have to be so mean?" Marron cooed and wrapped her arms around one of his.

Vegeta glanced at his arm and the woman clinging to it before looking back at Bulma with a pleading look. He watched her chuckle before nodding to him and starting to make her way over. "Because I am mean."

"So, you never did answer me, honey, you want to come back to my place tonight?" Marron said, her voice sickeningly sweet.

"Marron, hi," Bulma greeted her happily as she came up to them before turning her attention to the male, "Vegeta, I've been looking all over for you."

Marron pouted again at being interrupted, "Bulma, we were in the middle of something."

"Sorry," Bulma apologized, "but Vegeta and I have to be on our way."

"But…but…Vegeta…" she turned her eyes to the man beside her pleadingly.

He shrugged and grabbed his arm away from her before standing, "have to do what the woman wants," he told her gruffly before taking off behind Bulma, leaving Marron to herself.

"I actually feel bad for you," Bulma told him as they walked out into the crisp night air. She stopped outside the door and pulled a cigarette out of her purse. She lit it and took a drag.

Vegeta just shook his head, "you're lucky you just saved me or you know that cigarette would be smashed into the pavement right now."

Bulma rolled her eyes, "come one, it's not like you don't have any bad habits."

"I don't," he told her, sticking his nose in the air, "I'm perfect."

She laughed, "alright, whatever you say." She took another drag. "I'm going to need you down at Capsule Studios two days from now for a reading in front of the producer."

He nodded, "I'll be there, but for now, I'm taking off," he told her before grabbing the cigarette out of her mouth and dropping it on the ground. "Filthy habit," he muttered before walking towards the parking lot.

Bulma shook her head and ground the cigarette out with her heel before following in the same direction.

Inside, Marron was getting over her hurt feelings the only way she knew how, with revenge. She waved over Cooler and gave him a sickeningly sweet smile, "have I got a story for you."