A/N: Hey there! :D Thanks for subscribing and reviewing, and here's chapter 4! Enjoy!
Love,
- K & S!
Chapter 4: One night in Bulma.
With a loud roaring noise a private jet touched down at LAX. On the side it had Capsule Corp. written on it and of course the famous company's logo. Doors opened and a beautiful woman with blue hair, dressed in a pink sweatsuit and Ray-Ban Aviator glasses excited it.
"Always good to be back.", she muttered as she finally stood on American soils again. She rummaged around in her Céline bag till she finally found her cell-phone and switched it on.. for the first time in a month. To escape the rush of the city and the sensation about her persona Bulma had spend the last month in an Ashram in India; no phone, no Paparazzi, no stress, just meditation and Yoga.
"Gosh is this for real?" , she murmured when the phone displayed over 500 missed calls and unread messages. Mostly requests from reporters or things concerning her position as Vice-President of Capsule Corp.
As soon as she reached the arrival hall a pack of Paparazzi welcomed her back and lights were flashing. Bulma pulled her hoodie down to hide her face and started to make her way through the crowd.
Outside the airport her driver already awaited her and opened the door of the black Mercedes S luxury sedan to take her back home.
While the driver tried to pull out of the by Paparazzi occupied parking lot Bulma started to go through her messages. She realized there was a noticeable high amount of messages from Chi-Chi. Even two missed calls from Goku, and Goku never called or texted or anything. He owned a phone yes, but he grew up a hillbilly with his grandpa somewhere in the mountains and wasn't very fond of that kind of stuff. So Bulma went to check her voice messages. It was a hysterically crying Chichi "Bulma? Where are you we need you! Please tell me you are back by th..."
"Get off my ass or I will run you all over!", the driver suddenly shouted at the annoying group of photographers that made it impossible for him to leave the lot.
Bulma sighed and checked the message again "17th of July" Chi-Chi said. The 17th? That was today.
She ran her hand through her hair and sighed one more time. After a month in India she was actually looking forward to the comfort her own house had to offer, not to speak of how exhausted she was from the trip. But Chi-Chi seemed to be in real trouble, and if something was important to the model it was friendship, and Chi-Chi was her friend, her best fiend.
"We are going to Calabasas", she informed the driver. "Oh Chi-Chi what have you gotten yourself into", she thought to herself.
As the Mercedes pulled up and the driver opened the door for her Bulma got to see a crying Chi-Chi standig outside her ranch-styled mansion while removalists loaded all her stuff into trucks and Goku just stood there holding Gohan and trying to calm her down.
"Chi, what is going on here? What happened?", a shocked Bulma asked as she hugged her friend.
"It's gone Bulma it's all gone! The company, we are ruined!", she cried in hysterics. Chi-Chi's father owned the biggest meat-packing business in southern California, and made a fortune with it, that was also where his nickname the "Ox-king" came from. While Bulma was gone the company's headquarters had caught fire and was burnt down to the ground. The problem: The fire was caused by a security system that was supposed to keep intruders away by throwing flames, a method that was negligently and also illegal so the insurance refused to pay. Also thousands of people had now lost their jobs and needed to be paid out, and all that had to be done with his private fortune that now was non-existent even after selling all their real estate. And July 17th was the last day Chi-Chi had to get out of her home.
Bulma's eyes filled with tears when she learned about her best friend's misery. "Get in the car, you are staying at my house", she whispered.
"Welcome to your home for the next time!", Bulma said as the black Mercedes pulled up at her house on North Kings road in West-Hollywood.
"I know it's not the biggest but I'm sure we can all get comfortable! You know I have been thinking of moving but I'm alone so it's more than enough for me", she went on.
The house was other than she just said very spacious, it had four bedrooms of which one was turned into a closet by Bulma and separate guest a quarters in which her friend and her family were gonna stay. The exterior was an old world Spanish designed in the twenties and the interior in an old Hollywood glamour style.
"Welcome back Mrs. Briefs how was India?", the maid greeted.
"Good thanks but we can talk about that later, you know my friend and her family will stay here for a while can you please get their room ready?"
"Of course Mrs. Briefs. I have prepared some tea for you in the kitchen.
"Thank you."
With a sigh Bulma fell onto her bed and starred at the ceiling. There is nothing you miss more than your own bed after a month-long trip. A lot had been going on lately. She was advancing just great in her modeling career, Capsule Corp. was doing just fine as she and her dad always came up with new inventions together, and now Chi-Chi's bankruptcy, oh and then there was this mysterious man. This man who kissed her and who she was kind of hoping to meet again, but she didn't even know his name. Anyway soon the exhaustion of this day took over and she fell asleep.
Bulma walked not really knowing where she was, she was surrounded by smoke and her vision was blurry. Suddenly she recognized a silhouette in the dark, it was the one of a man, he was kind of short but well-built, and he was walking towards her. When they came face to face her vision suddenly got clear. It was him, the mysterious man she had saved some months ago. He grabbed her and kissed her so passionately like no one ever did before. Then he let go off her and just smiled.
"This.. was so intense." , she said to herself when she sat up in her bed referring to this very real dream she just had.
"I have to see him again!", she thought. But what was she gonna do, she didn't have his number neither did she know his name. She knew where he lived though. But was she really going to drive to Tarzana in the middle of the night and show up at his door like a freak? It was time to go for a swim, something she always did when she wanted to get her head clear. She got up and walked over to her closet.. the closet for cloths that is, it was the biggest of her three closets, the one that used to be a bedroom. She put on a white bikini, wrapped a towel around herself and walked over to the pool, the great indoor outdoor flow made this house perfect for California living. To her surprise she wasn't alone, Goku was sitting on the edge of the pool with his feet in the warm water.
"Goku? What are you doing here? Is Gohan keeping you up?", she asked sitting down next to him.
"No, I couldn't sleep… you know this whole thing. I wouldn't care if I were alone, I don't need much money, I'm perfectly happy with the money I win in the tournament and to live in a small house. But I'm a father now… I have to take care of my son and wife", Goku explained his fear.
Bulma took his hand and rested her head on his shoulder. "Don't worry Goku, everything is gonna be alright, you will find a way, I'm sure. And you know you don't ever have to worry about Gohan, as his godmother I was gonna pay for his college anyway."
"Thanks B."
"It will all be better be tomorrow, but for now I have to go somewhere!", she smiled and gave him a push so he fell into the water.
Bulma got her keys and into her signature turquoise Bentley, a car she sadly usually avoided driving because there was only one Bentley Continental GTC in town that had the same color as the model's hair and therefore it was a paparazzi magnet, but it was nighttime and so she decided to take her favorite ride. Starting the engine she headed in the direction of the man's house.
Driving, she thought about what would she tell him, but most of the time, she was finding the courage to actually go knock on his door. It wasn't like she was scared, no; in fact, the heiress was a total flirt. It was just that she had only met him once, during a critical situation and that was it. Before she realized it, she was in front of his house and out of the car.
She shivered for a moment and blamed the anxiousness for that. While contemplating on ringing the doorbell or not, the door opened, revealing the devilishly handsome face that had haunted her dreams ever since that night.
"Would you look at this, I didn't know you were dying to see me." He said smugly, leaning against the doorframe, while her expression went from that of a deer's caught in headlights to an angry one.
"Get over yourself, I wasn't dying to see you."
"Is that a fact?" asked the dark haired man as he leaned towards her and whispered in her ear. "Then why did you come here in just your swimwear?"
She gasped and glanced at her outfit; and, much to her dismay, he was right. She clenched her teeth and turned around, heading towards her car. Unlocking it and getting in, she tried to start the engine but to her horror, the car wasn't giving any signs of life.
"Start you stupid car, don't fail me now." She said hitting the wheel but the car wouldn't start. She got out of it only to come face to face with the last person she wanted to see.
"Looks like 'little miss skinny' isn't getting back home tonight." He stated smirking as she growled.
"Shut up, I'm not skinny, I'm perfectly fit."
"Sure, you're a model aren't you? You're bound to get skinny at some point."
"Oh and you're a pro at this aren't you?" she asked, sarcasm evident in her voice.
"Didn't I tell you I was in the business? Come on let's get inside." He said, and grabbing her by her waist, he threw her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, as she screeched curses at him. He was sure the whole neighborhood could hear them.
He closed the door and released the blue haired woman on her two feet. She scowled at him as she fixed her bra. "Are you insane?!"
"Clearly I must be, seeing as I'm putting up with the likes of you. I live in a decent neighborhood woman, if you're not used to this kind of lifestyle and live in a jungle it's not my fault, you can go back to where you came from." He replied smirking. "But of course, you don't have a ride home…"
"Ugh you're such a jerk!" she said, stomping upstairs, acting like a spoiled brat, with the exception that her new 'friend' found her attitude amusing. He followed her, pretty sure she was going to enter the first room that was on her way, which was his.
"You do love the darkness…" she stated in a whisper as she glanced around at his room.
"Sort of." He replied, picking a spaghetti strap tank top and a pair of short shorts. "Here, take these. I can show you where you'll be staying tonight." He said as he handed her the clothes as she chuckled. "What?" he asked, confused.
"I didn't take you as the Victoria's Secret kind of guy."
"There's a lot you don't know about me, but I make a living out of VS. Are you coming or not?!" he asked as she nodded to no one and followed him.
"I never got your name, you know." She said as he opened a bedroom door, revealing a room about the size of hers. She had to admit, it was pretty amazing. "But I think I'll just call you 'The Victoria's Secret cutie.' She said winking as he almost blushed.
"Woman I can assure you I'm not cute. I don't have a cute bone in my body."
"Yeah, yeah whatever. I'll be down in a bit, 'kay? I'm going to take a shower." She said, starting to untie her bra not even waiting for him to get out of the room.
His breath caught in his throat and he couldn't deny she was extremely beautiful, with a flawless skin and body. 'Fit for a model.' He thought but on the outside he was scowling. "You could at least have the decency to wait until I was out of the room. I don't have to see your hideous form."
She turned her head so she could see him, always covering her now bare breasts. "I'm a model, I'm used to it. I thought you were in the business. What do you do then, try out women's swimwear before they go on sale?" she replied with a wink and closed the bathroom door, leaving him speechless.
An hour later, Bulma was going downstairs, searching for the mysterious man who's name she didn't even know. She found him with a glass of wine in his hands, a bottle on the table, sitting on the couch. She searched the room and found a tall cupboard of some sort, entirely made out of glass. It was where he apparently kept all his crystal glasses and everything of the sort.
Grabbing a wine glass, she helped herself and sat down next to him.
"So, are you going to tell me your name or not?"
He chuckled as he sipped his wine. "Looks like someone's eager."
"I'm not eager. I just wanna know where I'm spending the night. It wouldn't be appropriate if a girl of my standards didn't know the name of her host.
"Vegeta." He simply said as she smiled. She was sure she had heard that name somewhere.
"Bulma." She replied as he nodded. "So, I'm serious now, what do you do for a living?"
"Already told you, VS."
"Yes, VS covers a lot of things. You could be the IT, the post man, the guard, hell you could even be the president. Which one are you?"
"As much as VS pays her employees, I'm pretty sure the IT guy, the post man, or even the guard can't afford this house. I'm the president."
"The president? As in Vegeta Ouji? The man everyone has been talking about?!"
"In the flesh." He smirked and turned to see her. "The clothes fit you good."
"Don't tell me you keep spare pairs." She asked raising an eyebrow.
"Yes I do. You never know who you spend the night with." He replied, amused since he knew she was going to throw a fit. And how right he was!
Her eyes burned with rage but she said nothing of it as they both sipped their wine in silence. After a while she gasped.
"Vegeta! Vegeta Ouji! Victoria's Secret president!"
He raised both eyebrows, confused at how she was acting.
"Did you ever have a childhood friend named Goku? Goku Son?"
He slowly nodded as she smiled brightly. "Oh my God, I know him! His wife is my childhood best friend! I'm their son's godmother!"
"You don't say…"
"Yes! Oh my God they're gonna get so excited when they find out that we know each other, like seriously!"
"I haven't seen him in a while." He stated as she nodded.
"Yeah, I know, that's what he told Chichi the day he found out you had gotten VS back. So, what happened? Like, why did you give it up, only to take it back?"
"It was stupid. But I realized I was wrong. Adam Sage did a good work with it, but he got involved with Amanda Bynes later, which meant bad publicity for the company, which violated our rules. The contract stated that in these cases, the previous CEO would take the company back until a suitable one was found."
"So you're going to leave it again?"
"No. I am not. I'm the new CEO. The end. And since we're on the subject, I'd like to make you a proposition."
"What?" asked Bulma, her tone immediately switching to business mode.
"What do you think about the VS' Angels?"
She paused for a bit. "They're hot. Sexy. Drop dead gorgeous. Not skinny. Why?"
"I'd like you to be one of them."
Bulma's eyes went huge with shock. "What?!"
"I'm serious. It's a good publicity for both of us."
"I don't need publicity Vegeta, Anna Wintour begged me to be on the cover of last month's Vogue. I'm a part time scientist for Capsule Corp. , my dad's company. My life has never been private; I was always in the spotlight."
"Maybe you don't but think of it. Bulma Briefs part of the Angels. That would be a plus."
She was seriously thinking about it while he poured her another glass of Eiswein, his favorite wine.
"You have a deal." She replied, as she clinked her glass with his, smiling seductively.
The next morning she was driving home in her newly fixed Bentley. The night had been uneventful, and as much as she had liked to kiss those lips one more time, she didn't. she wasn't a creep, but she knew a handsome looking man when she saw one, and Vegeta was the epitome of handsome.
She turned on the radio and decided to see what had happened in the past 24 hours , a male voice was heard.
"We just received flash gossip, Bulma Briefs' Bentley, the one of a kind type of car, was spotted in Tarzana last night, right outside Vegeta Ouji's mansion. The pictures that our paparazzi brought us are quite compromising and we can't help but wonder what exactly is going on between those two-…"
She turned off the radio as she rolled her eyes. Nothing out of the ordinary had happened in the past 24 hours.
The bright sun fell through the window of Yamcha's apartment waking up a hung-over man from his drunk sleep. As coughed he immediately had to gag, his mouth still tasted like last night's liquor and his head was reeling. Turning his head to the right he saw the picture that was still on his nightstand. It was a picture of better times in his life, a time when he still was with Bulma. The picture showed him and his ex-girlfriend posing for the Paparazzi at the Mercedes-Benz Fashion-Week in New York. He let out a roar and tossed the picture off the nightstand causing the glass to break. Until some months ago his life was perfect, he was with a girl the whole world envied him for, she beautiful and rich. Yamcha himself didn't have an easy life before he met her. In fact he was poor and a petty criminal who stole cars chopped them up and pieced them out and then sent the parts to Mexico. It's not like he didn't love Bulma but she also was his entrance to a vanish and luxurious life, but since he cheated on her his plan on living K-Fed style were off the table. Feeling a little deprived since even Eve turned down his offer he opened up his laptop and started a movie... a home-made movie that showed him and Bulma. As he got down to business a thought came to his mind, and he grinned, and that grin wasn't caused by his activity alone.
He could just use the video to blackmail Bulma and therefore keep up the lifestyle he loved so much. He knew the heiress would pay any price to keep this video under lock and key, and if not various companies would surely pay a fortune to release it.
