Disclaimer: I own nothing of Dragon Ball, Dragon Ball Z, or GT. I'm just a happy little camper (student) who writes in her free time, and hangs out with her dogs. Additionally, the cover photo is a photo I found from surfing on the internet and belongs to the rightful owner (whoever it may be).
Can you blame me? It was a sexy picture of Vegeta.
Beta: Myself.
Posted: 4-9-16
The scribbling of a ballpoint of a pen echoed throughout the small, glass encased office as Bulma furiously scrawled notes upon various papers.
It was officially her second week at Ouji Enterprises.
….and it could not have gotten any worse. Her job was overbearing and her hours endless due to Vegeta's pickiness on when she should arrive. Some days, it was eight in the morning, and on a rare, good day, she would be able to sleep in until eight, and leave her apartment by eight-thirty.
A sigh escaped her lips as she slumped her head into the palm of her hand, closing her eyes. She placed her pen down, and rotated her aching wrist. Living life as a "normal" citizen was not easy. She had two and a half months to gather dirt on her Vegeta for Wall Street, and she had nothing. Zilch. Nada.
Nothing besides how he constantly flirted with her, and she was almost positive a story about Vegeta's left-handed relationship would be a floozy. Or, did he use his right hand? Whatever the case, it didn't matter.
One positive note with work was, occasionally, Vegeta himself-although, she hated to admit it. She enjoyed when he came up to her in his suave, fancy suits...his deep voice causing her to receive gooseflesh as he attempted to make a move on her. In her short-lived fantasies, she sometimes envisioned what he would look like, naked...on top of her and her desk...
Bulma's eyelids snapped open, and she inhaled sharply before glancing at her computer screen's clock. "Noon...blood sugar's low," she mumbled, shaking her head to rid her made-up imagery. "I need to eat lunch before I hallucinate any further."
She snatched her leather briefcase from the edge of her desk, raking through it for a paper sack, only for one not to be found. "Dammit." She harshly whispere the curse with a heavy sigh as her stomach rumbled loudly. She tapped her manicured fingers on the polished wood of her desk, biting her lower lip as she glanced through her wall at Vegeta's slouched, working form.
Bulma shrugged before standing from her comfortable chair. She supposed she would just show him who was who's boss.
"Alright!" Bulma waltzed from her office to his, a big grin on her lips as she slapped down a third pile of paperwork atop Vegeta's desk. "I will be taking my leave for my lunch break," she declared, her eyes boring into Vegeta's skull as she rose a hand in the air, fore-finger pointed to the ceiling in triumph. "And I will be back in one hour."
As she turned to leave, Vegeta glanced up from his documents. "Ms. Noall," his voice rang throughout the room as a disapproving frown carved deep into his cheek as he glanced at the clock. "It is only noon."
"Exactly, Mr. Ouji," she replied in a sing-song voice, not bothering to turn around as she swayed her hips side to side, tauntingly. "It's lunch time."
Insolent female! Vegeta's mind roared, his eye twitching in annoyance before a smirk replaced his frown as a thought came to mind.
Her hand clasped around the brass door handle and before she exited, Vegeta's voice stopped her.
"Then I require you to come to my penthouse tonight, and continue working for the hour that you are slacking off."
Bulma whipped around to face her boss, her lips pursing in disapproval as her eyebrows lowered over her eyes, shooting him a deathly glare. That incorrigible man! She inwardly screamed, the peach fuzz on the back of her neck standing furiously. Who did he think he was?! A perverted mastermind?!
It was in that moment, Bulma's life paused for a split second, as she realized what Vegeta truly was-a man that had a difficult time distinguishing what head to use. A smirk crawled onto her face, rivalling Vegeta's. She would definitely have her fun.
She sauntered up to his desk, slowly and sexily, whilst she watched Vegeta's Adam's apple bob nervously. Was that nervousness? Oh, who was she kidding? If she were male and met someone like her, she would be on two knees, already.
Bulma arrived at his desk, resting the palms of her hand upon his desk, leaning toward him to give him a good view beneath her grey blazer and tank top. "Is it for…" she began in a whisper, leaning in beside his ear, "for business?"
Vegeta's eyebrows raised in astonishment before he growled approvingly at her busty display. "What do you think?"
It was a shame Bulma did not leave his statement rhetorical.
"Well, I think," Bulma began loudly, a broad smile on her face as she pulled away from him, "that I will need to be paid additional overtime if I stay longer than expected. But, because this is not for practical business reasons," she winked flirtatiously, patting his hand with sympathy, "the answer is…" her smile fell, and her tone was filled with disgust as she deadpanned, "no."
Vegeta's jaw slacked with shock as she turned away from him for the second time that day, and rushed out of the room.
"Sooo," Goku began, leaning back on the two legs of a wooden chair, his feet resting upon the metal desk below dozens of television screens. His hands rested behind his head as he thoughtfully looked up at the ceiling, whistling. "Have ya talked to Cyan recently?"
Raditz scrunched his nose his disgust before shuffling behind his younger brother, and swatting the back of his head. "Of course not, Kakarot!" he snapped, rolling his eyes. "That's Vegeta's meat - and, set all four chair legs on the ground before you hurt yourself!"
Goku sighed as he rubbed the back of his head with a frown, tears forming at the corners of his eyes as he sputtered, "You didn't have to hit my head!"
"You're hard-headed anyways," Raditz snorted, flattening out a slight wrinkle on his suit jacket. "Speaking of which, aren't you supposed to be doing your...oh, I don't know, job?"
"I am!" Goku insisted in a whining voice, pouting. "It's my shift to watch the screens while Nappa and the others go around the building - I only do this like...once a month! Besides, nobody goes and steals anything anyways."
"Tch, I think that's besides the point, little brother," Raditz rolled his eyes, crossing his arms. "You're an idiot."
"Nuh-uh!" Goku objected. "And, hey! Aren't you supposed to be doing your job?!"
"Hey, look!" Raditz exclaimed distractedly, pointing to a television screen focusing on the lobby, "It's Cyan!"
"What? Where?!"
"Haha! Sike, little brother!" Raditz howled, clutching his stomach while Goku's face flushed with embarrassment as he looked away from the screen. "Wow, I knew that you liked her, but I didn't think that mu-"
In a small screen, a blue-haired female popped out of the opened metal doors of an elevator. She was walking toward the entrance, her briefcase in hand.
"Oh my God," Raditz breathed, his mouth opened in shock as his eyes locked on the screen. Bulma had paused to search her bag. "Is she taking a lunch break?"
"Who?"
"Cyan!"
Goku blew a raspberry. "I'm not falling for that again!"
"No, you dumbass!" Raditz snapped, grabbing the roots of his brother's hair and turning his head toward the television. "I'm not joking!"
Goku's eyes bucked, his mouth falling open in shock as he spluttered, "But...Vegeta never ever lets his secretaries out for lunch!"
"Sweet mother of God..." Raditz whispered, his grip loosening on his brother's hair. Did Vegeta really allow her to go out?! Just how far was he willing to go with this one?
"I'll be taking my lunch break now-make sure you stick around to watch for those robberies!"
Son Goku shot up from his chair, slapping his brother's hands away with a grin as he snatched his brown suit jacket that hung on the arms of his chair. The unruly-haired male winked at his brother with a thumbs up, forcing Raditz to sit in the chair with a defeated expression.
"Kakarot, you can't do that. V-!" Before he could finish, Goku had already zipped out of the security room and was making his advancements toward the lobby. "...egeta'll kill you."
"Cyan, wait up!"
The felted tips of her heels clacked against the cracked cement below her as she interweaved between dozens of people on the bustling street. Loud blares resounded from the busy road and chatters from various conversations intermingled with the smell of food wafting above citizens' heads.
Goku's eyes followed the stunning, bright blue hair out of all the brown and blonde, his gaze hopeful. His brown jacket was clutched within his left hand as he waved his right, turning side by side to pass through gaps between people.
Why isn't she responding? Goku thought with a pout. Oh, I know! "Blue!" he exclaimed Bulma's nickname, and she craned her head to her left, then right, searching for the owner of the voice. "Behind you!"
Bulma turned her body around, her eyes landing on the sore thumb that towered above all other people. Her tense demeanour relaxed, her shoulders slumped and she smiled as he neared. "Goku, you scared me!"
"Sorry," he grinned, grabbing her forearm and pulling her to the side of the busy street. He scratched at the nape of his neck, a blush on his cheeks. "I just noticed you leaving, and I haven't said hello in a while!"
"Well," Bulma laughed, her smile broadening as she gave him a slight wave. "Hello."
Goku's signature grin grew wider and his eyes lit up. "So, are you going out for lunch? 'Cause I was hungry and I was wonderin' if I could join you?"
"Uh…" Bulma blinked in surprise, stammering slightly as she gazed up at the tall man. Well, this was unexpected. "I, uh, actually was going to meet up with a friend…"
"Great!" Goku chirped as he began walking. "I can't wait to meet them!"
A small dribble of sweat slid down the side of her face as she pursed her lips, eye twitching. Man...he really is clueless! Oh well, Bulma shrugged as she moved passed him, taking the lead. At least his intentions are innocent!
The lunch-break duo entered a large, grey building with red trim. Inside, it contained slightly sparkly red chairs and booths around the room, and large, glass-framed rock and roll pictures were scatter along the white walls.
"Oh! Over here," Bulma pointed toward the corner booth on the left hand side of the dining room, facing the wall-to-floor windows. The booths along the windows sat upon a single step, the metallic coverings shimmering in the sunlight.
"Chi-Chi!"
"Bul-? Oof!" Chi-Chi gasped as Bulma rammed into her, placing her mouth next to her friend's ear.
"The name's Cyan, I work with this guy and he seems pretty close to Vegeta. But, his intentions are fine."
Bulma pulled away from their awkward embrace with a large smile, motioning toward the tall man behind her. "Chi-Chi, this is Goku, he's head of security for Ouji Enterprises."
Chi-Chi's chocolate colored eyes flitted from Bulma to the unruly-haired male, her breath hitching in her throat slightly. Her eyes shone as they admired the handsome structure of his masculine face and solid build. "H-hello," she choked out, blushing slightly as she lifted a hand for him to shake. "It's nice to meet you, Goku."
"Nice to meet ya too!" Goku chirped, rubbing his neck with his left hand as he shook hers with his right. His grip was tight, causing Chi-Chi to wince and his grin to fall. "Oops, sorry!" he chuckled nervously glancing at his hand. "I don't usually shake a girl's hand."
"Oh, it's fine," Chi-Chi shrugged it off while simultaneously rubbing her hand. "Anyways," she smiled at Bulma who smirked knowingly, and she gulped. Uh-oh. "Let's sit."
Chi-Chi slid onto her plastic covered booth, followed by Bulma, who sat on the opposite seat.
Goku quickly glanced back and forth between both girls, not sure whom to seat himself beside. Chi-Chi's kinda actin' weird, I wanna sit next to Cyan anyways, he thought with a smile before sliding in beside Bulma.
Chi-Chi flinched slightly, and Bulma smirked, resting an elbow on the table and her chin within her palm, watching her friend. When their eyes met, Bulma winked, and Chi-Chi shook her head in denial.
"Uh...Chi-Chi?" Goku questioned, blinking. "Are ya okay?"
"Wha?" she looked away from her best friend, meeting Goku's gaze with a blush. "Oh yeah, I'm fine," she smiled before shooting a glare toward Bulma.
Luckily, the waitress had arrived.
"Hello!" the blonde chirped, placing three cups of water along with menus upon the table. "I'll be takin' your orders today! Are there any othe-" the blonde paused mid-sentence before blinking and smiling at the women sitting. "Oh, it's you two! You're regulars."
"Yes," Bulma cleared her throat, sliding her menu back to the girl, causing Chi-Chi to do the same. "I think I'm ready to order."
"Same," Chi-Chi agreed, nodding her head before glancing back at Goku. "But, shouldn't we wait for Goku?"
He waved them off, and scanned the menu with an intense focus while the waitress continued to smile and pull out a small notepad and pen. "What can I getcha'?"
"I would like a reuben sandwich - and I want to see lots of sauerkraut," Bulma elaborated, pointing at the waitress with a serious gaze. "And, a side of fries as well."
"Mhm, and for you, miss?" the blonde directed her gaze toward Chi-Chi.
"Just a caesar salad for me, please."
The tall, skinny girl scribbled on her notepad before redirecting her attention toward Goku, her smile broadening slightly. "And you?"
"Uh…" Goku pursed his lips before glancing at the waitress. "How fast do you write?"
All three women gave Goku a puzzled look before she responded, "Pretty fast."
"Oh, okay then," he chirped looking back at the menu, "I would like the spicy chicken wings, the meatloaf plate with mashed potatoes and carrots, a side of fries, and erm...a small pepperoni pizza? Oh, and a hot dog to go, please."
They all stared at Goku, shocked, their mouths dropped open as the waitress furiously wrote down his large order, sweat forming on her forehead.
"Uhm...I'll go put this in," she whispered awkwardly, before slowly walking away, shaking her head.
Goku in return just blinked at the two girls staring at him and a crease of concern formed between his brows. "Was it something that I said?"
"Huh? Oh, no, no, no," both girls managed to frantically reassure the man simultaneously.
"It's just…" the bluenette beside him began, laughing weakly. "Do you always eat this much?"
"Oh, yeah! Why?"
"No reason," Bulma squeaked, taking a deep interest in the straw inside her cup.
"Anyways," Chi-Chi drawled, grabbing her perspired glass. "How's Vegeta today, Bul-Blue?"
Bulma shot her friend a glare before beginning her tirade. "Ugh," she moaned, shaking her head in disgust, "that man is a piece of work! He tried to demand that I work extra hours at his penthouse because I left for lunch."
"Aw, but Cyan!" Goku sighed, nudging her slightly. "Vegeta never has let any other secretaries out for lunch! Usually when they ask, he fires them."
"See? That proves my point," Bulma scoffed, crossing her arms stubbornly under her bosom. "He's a jackass."
When Bulma's arms crossed beneath her breasts, Goku curiously looked down her shirt…
"Oh, please," Chi-Chi rolled her eyes, smiling, "I think he is smitten with you, considering he has not fired you so far. Besides, Blue, I think you fancy him yourself."
Goku blinked, snapping out of his trance. "Do you like Vegeta?" he questioned, his expression sorrowful and the tone of his voice dropping a decibel.
"No!" Bulma exclaimed, releasing a growl of frustration. "I do not like Vegeta! He's a real jerk, and just wants to get into my pants!"
"Ya know, Vegeta really is misunderstood by lots of women," Goku reprimanded. "He really is not that bad if you get to know him."
"Oh?" Bulma, rolling her baby blue orbs. "Really? I'm sure you know the true Vegeta Ouji."
"Uh...well, we've known each other since we were kids."
This got both Chi-Chi's and Bulma's attention.
"Really?" Chi-Chi's nose scrunched in disbelief as she tilted her head to the side thoughtfully. "You'd think someone like that…"
"Wouldn't have friends?" Bulma finished, snorting once more. "Yeah, I know."
"No," the small female sitting alone shook her head. "Just, you'd think with all the publicity and such, it'd be difficult to make really good friends."
"Well," the handsome man grinned boyishly, "I'm his best friend! He just won't admit it. Vegeta's not a real emotional person. Like I said, he's just misunderstood!"
"Tch." Bulma blew a raspberry. "I can totally tell. He's so not an asshole that wants me back within the hour to work."
Chi-Chi began laughing, a broad smile lifting her cheeks as she pointed her finger at Bulma.
Goku stared at Chi-Chi, confused. "What's so funny?"
"She's laughing because she doesn't work long hours," Bulma deadpanned, rolling her eyes.
"I do too work long hours!" Chi-Chi cried, a scowl replacing her smile. "Have you even tried teaching five-year olds for three and a half hours a day?!"
"No," Bulma snapped. "But, it can't be that bad!"
Chi-Chi snorted, her eyebrows raising in shock. "Oh, really?" she drawled sarcastically, standing from her seated position, turning around to face the duo. On the back pockets of her black skinny jeans were two small, yellow handprints of dried paint on her ass. "Alex did that today during art time," she huffed, sitting back down once more.
Bulma and Goku glanced at each other, toward Chi-Chi, and then at each other once more before bursting into howls of laughter.
"Yeah, yeah," Chi-Chi sighed dramatically, "laugh it up!"
As they did, Chi-Chi watched Goku, her heart skipping a beat. Dimples appeared in his cheeks as his eyes squinted, laugh lines appearing on the corner of his eyes as his lips stretched further.
Eventually, his laughter was so contagious, that she began laughing too. Soon after the revelation of Chi-Chi's painted rear, their food arrived sizzling hot, and her gaze was still focused on Goku. He glanced at her, worried.
"Is there somethin' on my face?"
"No, Goku," she shook her head, reaching for the ketchup as she avoided Bulma's knowing gaze. "Everything's clear."
By the time that Bulma had arrived back to the office, she had prolonged her lunch by another hour, only to leave herself with a very furious employer. However, Vegeta managed to maintain his stoic demeanor until after he sent her out for coffee.
"Goddamned woman and fucking Kakarot!" Vegeta roaring sliding numerous books off his desk, causing papers to fly around the room. His forefinger slammed down upon the red button on his office phone, his voice low, deadly. "Kakarot, get your ass in my office, now."
Vegeta stood, his hands angrily clutching the edge of his desk as he drilled two holes into the wooden door for minutes, waiting.
When the moment arrived the Goku entered the office with a large grin, it immediately fell.
Unbidden, Vegeta's gaze averted from the door to Goku and his face contorted into a mask of hatred as his upper curled back into a fierce snarl. His empty, ebony orbs sparked to life with rays of hate as he stared at his head of security, silently willing himself to send the idiot to the most daunting pit in hell.
"What," his hoarse voice began, deep and thunderous, "do you think you were doing?"
"Uh…" Goku chuckled nervously, gulping a wad of saliva as one hand tugged at the collar of his white shirt. "Whattya mean, 'Geta?"
Vegeta slammed his fists down upon his table with a snarl, glowering. "Don't play stupid, you buffoon! Why the hell were you out for lunch with my secretary?!"
"I just went out to go ea-"
"Bullshit! You have motives that I do not know about!"
Goku frowned, his eyebrows lowering over his eyes dangerously as he glared at his long-time companion. "I can go out to lunch with who I want, Vegeta! She's not like the other women that you have slept with - and you should treat her as such. Cyan is not stupid, and you will never have a chance with her if you keep acting high and mighty all the time!"
Vegeta dared to bark out a laugh as a grimace of a scowl appeared on his face. "Ha! What would a virgin such as yourself know, Kakarot? You're a blubbering idiot, and you do not have a chance yourself, if that's what you're thinking!"
"You know what Vegeta?!" Goku scoffed, his fingers curling and uncurling into fists as defiance bubbled in the back of his throat. He had no right to control him the way he has, or treat him the way he was! "At least I'm not depraved or cold, and at least I have emotions, because you know what?" He laughed, spreading his arms wide as he walked backwards toward the exit. "At least more women like me for my personality, not my status."
With that said, the security guard was gone, leaving Vegeta to howl in frustration, and slump back into his leather chair.
Goku stormed out of Vegeta's office furiously, his jaw muscles flexing in irritation as he pushed passed several people. Instead of taking the elevator, he decided to take a few flights of stairs in order to release extra pented up steam.
I can't believe he acted like that! He needs to respect other people and not just women! He fumed, arriving at a platform and deciding to use the floor's elevator. As he pushed through the doors, he passed by multiple people within their rightful cubicles, making his way toward his dream exit.
As he did, however, he rammed into a petite female with a yelp, his reflexes immediately kicking in as he quickly wrapped an arm around the woman. Unluckily, hot, sticky brown coffee splattered everywhere, staining his white shirt.
"I'm so sorry!" Bulma cried before looking up, "Oh, Goku!" she smiled before pulling away from him, brows furrowed. "What's wrong? You're not upset with this, are you? I wasn'-"
"No, no!" he brushed her off, shaking his head as he gave her a weak smile. "Just...please don't get too close to Vegeta, alright? I mean...don't hook up with him, it never ends up the way girls want to because he's..he's Vegeta."
Bulma blinked, clueless. Was there something wrong? Perhaps they had a falling out? Anyways, how did it bring her into the mess?
"Anyways, sorry about the mess, I'll bring some money tomorrow to replace your blazer," he nodded, brushing past her, toward the elevator.
"Well, shit," she whispered to herself, gazing at her blazer with distaste. "Guess I'll be taking a little extra time to get coffee…"
Later that night, Vegeta stood in front of his windows overlooking the city skyline, watching as the sun dipped below the horizon. Dull and bright balls of fire began popping into the royal blue sky, decorating the soon-to-be inky blackness.
The man sighed, his shoulders slumping in an uncharacteristic way. His frown appeared to carve deeper into his bronzed left cheek, his eyes vacant. Vegeta's mind was elsewhere, focusing on the words Goku had spewed to him earlier that day.
"At least more women like me for my personality, not my status."
It was true, there was no denying such a thing. Women saw him as a sugar daddy, pampering them to every desire and need as long as they would lay with him and keep him entertained. But, truthfully, did he truly want just sex for the rest of his life?
He scoffed at the thought, rolling his eyes. It was not as if he had the option of a happy, enjoyable life even if he did have a woman who stood by his side. At least, not with his father around.
No, he had no option of happiness at all.
Just work and sex. Nothing more, nothing less.
However, Goku had hit a sore spot after exclaiming that he was emotionless, cold. Vegeta had to be - he had no other choice if he was going to survive within the business world.
There are only two types of people within the business industry: the ones who consider taking risks, and the risk-takers.
It definitely did not take a genius to figure out, or at least assume, which category he currently fit under.
Vegeta released a heavy sigh, shaking his head as he brought his thumb and forefinger to pinch the bridge of his nose. Had he lost a friend? One of the few, genuine things that he had in his life?
Little did he know, his little minx of a secretary had been watching him for a few moments before pulling up next to him silently.
She gave him a side-glance and studied him for a few moments in silence before he eventually broke, causing her to smile slightly.
"What?" he snapped.
For once, Bulma had decided not to be too bold with her accusations. "You're upset, Mr. Ouji," she noted in a whisper, directing her gaze back toward East City's skyline.
"Tch. Whatever," he grumbled, snorting as he continued, "there's nothing I can do to fix this mess."
Bulma paused, frowning at his words. Of course there were other ways to fix his issues with Goku-perhaps he just needed to be turned in another direction? Deciding that was the case, she stated, "Tarble's your sibling."
Vegeta rolled his eyes, as he sarcastically snarked, "No."
"Well, I'm sure you two used to make messes when you were young. And I'm sure you fought over who got to clean the mess, right?"
He offered her a firm nod. What was the point of this conversation?
"Well, anyone can clean a mess," Bulma offered quietly, turning her gaze toward him once more. "Just sometimes, you have to be the bigger brother and start the cleaning. Eventually, the other brother will join in if it means enough to him."
Vegeta remained silent, his eyes boring into hers for a few moments, watching them sparkle in the dimly lit room. How did she know? He shoved his hands in his pockets wordlessly before returning his gaze to the sunset once more.
"Goodnight, Vegeta," she smiled, reaching a hand to squeeze his shoulder. An electric jolt shot down her arm and her warm touch comforted him slightly, causing the corner of his lip to lift slightly. She removed her hand from his broad shoulder, before turning around and walking toward the exit.
Bulma did not turn around, but she heard him shuffle toward his desk, and lift up his office phone. As she slipped out of the office, she faintly heard Vegeta's husky voice question, "Kakarot?"
After the door shut in place, Bulma rested her head against the finished wood, a sigh escaping her lips as they stretched into a small smile. Maybe he isn't as emotionless as I presumed...
Alright, chapter 5! I'm making it up in this world. ;)
I didn't really look over this chapter, so apologies for any mistakes! I appreciate any constructive criticism that anyone might have, or writing tips! Again, I promise the chapters will get longer, better, and more exciting around chapter ten. So, in other words, if you are interested in this story, bear with me. :)
I have to say, this whole story would not have been possible had I not received the idea from Gotrixisgreat99. He definitely cracked some jokes with me over the story's cover photo, and somehow, a simple idea spiraled from it all.
One idea that ended up being so, so much more.
If you have any questions, comments, or concerns, just drop me a review or PM - I am happy to reply.
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Until next time!
