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Chapter 2: Blue.


"Like can you believe him? That nerve!" said an angry Bulma while at the hospital with her best friend. "He kissed me, as if he was a god and I was like craving that move. Who does he think he is?!"

Her black haired friend laughed at the heiress' antics while wiping a few tears from her eyes.

"Stop laughing Chi, I'm so totally pissed duh!"

"Well you saved the guy. Maybe he was just saying thank you?" she replied as the door opened and a tall black haired guy entered the room. He had messy hair and was holding a basket with a tiny baby in it, wrapped in a blue blanket.

"Oh my Gosh, is that my cute godson?" Bulma exclaimed as she cooed at the baby in his father's arms.

"Yes. This is Gohan. Hey little guy," he said as he held the baby so that Bulma could see him. "Say hello to auntie Bulma. She's gonna spoil you rotten, that's for sure."

"Oh spoil him rotten doesn't even begin to describe it!" replied the blue haired girl as she carefully took the baby from his father's arms. "Oh Chichi, Goku, he's adorable!" she admitted as she kissed the top of his head and inhaled his baby scent.

"Of course he is, he looks like me!" said the proud mother as she sighed. Bulma raised an eyebrow at this.

"Well sorry to disappoint you girlie, but this kid is his daddy's carbon copy! The only thing he inherited from you is his skin color. Goku is a little bit more tanned than you, but you two are still totally borderline pale!"

The proud mother glared at her while her husband laughed. Bulma shook her head- same old Goku!

She had been friends with Chichi since diaper days and was safe to say they were more like sisters than friends. They had even made a sister promise to each other years ago, while their families had been camping. Bulma had been 7 while Chichi had been 6, and while having a sweet talk about what they had wanted to be when they grew up and what did they expect from their future husbands, or dreaming about their perfect wedding dresses, they had vowed to be there for each other through better or worse. Chichi was extremely intelligent, though not quite as Bulma since she inherited her father's brain, and both girls knew that they would be able to keep their promise. Now Chichi was 22 while Bulma was 23. 16 years later, everything was the same, if not better. They had found in each other what their respective biological parents didn't give them: a sister.

Goku was another story. Chichi had met him when she was 16, on a summer day, while on vacation with her parents. It had been the first summer the girls hadn't spent with each other and the last; that very same year Bulma had met Yamcha and the couples had gone on vacation together ever since. Bulma and Goku had immediately liked each other and he now considered her as his little sister, although they were pretty much the same age. Physically though, Bulma was much smaller than Goku, even though she was a model. She then looked at her best friend and smiled.

"You will make a gorgeous mom B."

Bulma shifted her eyes from the baby to his mother and rolled her eyes. "Nope, no babies for me, not yet at least. Did I tell you I found that idiot having sex with a blonde bimbo?!"

"What?! When did this happen?"

"2 nights ago. He wouldn't stop calling me yesterday so I threatened him; told him that if he bothered me again I would castrate him."

Goku, who had been gulping down an entire water bottle, coughed and Chichi patted his back while laughing.

"I pity him." he said as he calmed down, while Gohan caught Bulma's finger in his tiny fist.

"Look guys, that's Gohan's way of agreeing with me. So no more guys for me now. I'll dedicate most of my time to my sweet little godson, yes I will!" she cooed at the baby while he gave her a toothless grin.

Chichi looked at her husband, ready to whisper something to him, hoping Bulma wouldn't hear and as she opened her mouth to speak, her blue haired friend's voice was heard in the room.

"Don't even think about it Chi. You're not going to set me up on a blind date."

The black haired woman sighed and nodded. Maybe Bulma was right, she had to take a break after a long relationship with Yamcha who clearly turned out to be not the best guy around… oh well, all it would take to cheer her up was a good shopping therapy!

"I'd love to stay, really. But I have to go." Said Bulma rather sad. "I have a photo shoot with Mario Testino in an hour, I am not in the mood for that now, I'd rather stay with you guys and Gohan, but duty calls." She pouted as she grabbed her Hermes bag and kissed Chichi on her cheeks. "Congrats again! I know you'll do great!" she winked at her best friend, gave Goku a hug and went to Gohan, kissing him on his forehead. "Bye baby boy. I'll be right back as soon as I finish!"

Gohan grabbed her finger in his tiny fist, as if to let her know that he understood, and with that, the blue haired heiress left.

As she unlocked the door to her Maserati, her phone started ringing and she inwardly cursed. 'I swear that if that stupid dick is calling me again I will really go through with the castration threat.' She thought to herself. "Okay okay, I got it, hold on. Gosh, impatient people!" she yelled at her phone and as she tossed her bag on the passenger's seat, she sighed. "What?!" she yelled at the person on the other side of the phone without looking at the name. It could have been the President of the US for all she cared.

"Well, who the hell pissed you off blue?" she heard a male voice speak to her and she sighed again.

"Oh, hey Mario, sorry about that. I was kinda… never mind."

Mario Testino laughed at the heiress' words, knowing her temper fully well. "I just called to remind you of our meeting in an hour, Anna has been driving me crazy, she's dead set on having you feature next month's Vogue. I really can't understand that woman sometimes."

"Well I do" said Bulma with pride. "I mean, who wouldn't want the most intelligent and beautiful woman on Earth on the cover of her magazine?!"

"Yes, your modesty is really astounding." He replied laughing again. "Well anyway, you know time and place, don't be late. I have to go."

"Yeah sure, I'm on my way to the City from Pasadena right now. See you in an hour!", and with that she ended her call and focused on the road.


His eyes woke up to the sun rays peeking in his room, as he noticed the curtains were wide open- Wait, curtains?! Last he remembered, he was trying to commit suicide. As he recalled last night's events, he remembered some blue haired woman bitching him about how he should not do what he was about to do. He had no idea who the woman was, and that kiss he had given her had been completely nonsensical, just a way to shut her mouth up seeing as she had been talking the whole time and his headache hadn't been quite merciful. Sighing, he got up and thought about his life. He had sold his business to some other man, thinking it was boring and without a future, but said business was making millions now. He didn't know what pushed him to create it in the first place, seeing as it was so out of his character, but now he wanted it back. He didn't mind that the business had to do with women's lingerie, it was his from the beginning. Stepping in the shower, he let cold water pour down on him, hoping it would clear his thoughts. The world's greatest minds had trusted a cold shower whenever they wanted new ideas. And Vegeta Ouji needed those ideas.

Ending his shower and doing his morning rituals, he took a deep breath and looked at himself in the mirror, starting from his odd, flame shaped hairstyle that he loved so much, to his widow's peak, both a family trait, down to his narrowed, black, almond shaped eyes, straight nose, high cheekbones and strong jaw line. His eyes wandered down his chest and abdomen, his body he so prided himself with. He was an obsessed man, having everything just like he wanted, no different. He was a perfectionist, so he spent a lot of time at the gym. He had women- of every age – fall down at his feet, and he absolutely loved that.

And because he loved the attention, he was going to get back his company.

Opening his safety box, he searched for the contract and started reading it, hoping to find something helpful. "Thats!", he exclaimed although no one was there to hear him.

He kept rereading the contract over and over again. There had to be way to get his company back.

Evilly he grinned at that once clause that would help him getting his business back. It was a term that should save the company from bad publicity.

"In case that the CEO or any other representative attracts negative attention in public that would harm the companies reputation he will be discharged by the board who immediately will have to start finding a new CEO. Until the new Chief Executive Officer is hired the company's founder Vegeta Ouji will serve in said position". Ok, maybe he won't get everything back but at least he will get a foothold.


"Bulma, that was perfect!" said Mario while the blue haired heiress was getting dressed back in her clothes. "You're a natural. So, how have you been?"

"Ugh" groaned Bulma as she finished changing and grabbed her bag "Wanna grab something to eat? I'm starving! That way I'll explain everything."

"Sure, actually I'm free for the next two hours." He said zipping his camera bag. "Just let me grab my keys and we're off."

The black Maserati followed by a silver Mercedes shot down pacific Coast highway and stopped at Moonshadows, Bulma's favorite Sea food restaurant.

"So? What about it?"

"I need a favor."

As Mario nodded, Bulma instantly switched to business mode.

"Can you get me some information about a girl named Eve Summers?", she asked, knowing Mario knew every model in town no matter if a Victoria's Secret Angel or wanna-be.

Mario spit out his water as he burst out laughing.

"Um Mario? Are you okay?" Bulma who got most of his drink in her face asked while she cleaned herself with a napkin.

"Well you said a girl named Eve Summers. You sure it's a girl's you're looking for?", he answered still laughing in hysterics.