Bulma walked through the door, still fixing her hair. After last night's lack of sleep, she really hadn't felt like going to work. Sometimes the blue haired woman wished she could just stay home all day like Vegeta did. Well, he did leave the house to train and threaten to beat Goku senseless.
She walked through the ever busy building, and came to her office. Another day at work. She sighed and sat down at her desk, frowning deeply at the amount of paperwork that'd managed to stack it's self up over the course of the night. "Same thing every day." Bulma mumbled under her breath. She got to reading, signing and doing all the other normal work stuff she did ever day.
A light rapping could be heard at her door, but she was too involved in her work to allow something like that to distract her. It became louder, more insistent. She growled a bit, but then mumbled, "Come in!"
Bulma's secretary poked her head in, "There's been a delivery for you, Bulma." She said with a grin. They were good friends, and the use of formal titles had long since been abolished.
The blue haired woman nodded with a grin, "Thanks, I'll get to it in a second. Gotta get through these damned papers first." She said, looking back down at her work. She picked up the phone, however, as the door shut. Quickly dialing a phone number, she tapped her pen against the side of her desk. "C'mon, you, pick up!"
The phone rang two more times before the familiar voice of her mate was on the other line. "What do you want now, woman?" Vegeta growled, not at all liking his training being interrupted. Goku said something in the background, and he yelled for the idiot to shut up before he came over there.
She rolled her eyes, but continued to talk. "I got a package this morning, Vegeta." Bulma told him, still doing her work and talking at the same time. She stifled a little chuckle when Vegeta got all pissy towards his fellow saiyajin warrior.
The prince growled, "Yeah, so, what does that have to do with me?" Vegeta asked, tapping his foot in annoyance. He wanted to go back to beating his fellow saiyajin to a pulp. "If this is another one of your bouts of emotion, woman, I'd rather not listen." Deep down inside, he would not admit it, but he was curious.
Bulma picked it up and then walked out the door, one finger in her ear to avoid scrambling the conversation. She knew Vegeta hated the background noise, and hated using the phone for that matter. She grinned looking down on the rather large box. "It's from you know who."
At the mention of that, Vegeta was instantly alert. "Did you see the shit?" He demanded of his mate, causing Goku to look up from raiding the fridge. It was already more than half empty, and Vegeta was sure to give him an extra hard beating for eating all the food. But Bulma would say something in his defense.
She picked it up, nodding to one of the other people running around. "No, I didn't. I was told it came earlier, just before I came in." Bulma admitted. "I just want this whole thing to blow over."
"Well, since this person is more of an idiot than Kakaroto," the voice on the other side said, venom in his tone. "And it seems that he's damned persistent, so I doubt he'll just abandon his chase."
Bulma nodded, pushing a few errant strands of blue hair from her face. "I know, I know. But it would make things a hell of a lot easier." She admitted. "But we have the cameras all set up around the house, right?"
Vegeta snorted, "Your sire finished it up before you called." The saiyajin said. "And we should get some put up all over your office and outside." He insisted, "Or better yet, bring me and I'll beat anyone's ass."
She smirked. It was nice to know that someone appreciated her enough to want to kill someone for her. But then again, this was Vegeta. And one never knew what he was thinking unless he was fighting, eating, sleeping, or having sex. "There's more than enough cameras floating around here." Bulma assured him. "Any more and I won't have any air to breathe."
The saiyajin snorted, but agreed. "Fine. I'll be sure to have your dad check the tapes if we get another gift for you, Bulma." He said in the typical sarcastic and haughty tone. Then, making sure Kakaroto didn't hear, he quickly said, "And take care, will ya?"
Bulma would have responded, but her surprised noise was met with a dial tone.
~.~.~.~.~
It was about three hours later, and the scene wasn't much different. Goku was stuffing his mouth and Vegeta was growling at him. "Damnit, Kakaroto!" Vegeta huffed and yanked the ravenous creature away from his now empty fridge. "Go back to your mate and have her dump a whole closet full of food down that gaping maw of yours!"
The absent minded saiyajin shook his head. "No, Vegeta, that would be a very bad idea." He said, dead serious. He blinked blankly when Vegeta stared, and it took him a few moments to realize what he wanted. "Ooohh...well, ya see, I told her she shouldn't get so mad at me for coming and going without telling her..."
Vegeta shook his head. "Enough. Let's get back to training, Kakaroto. I still have to destroy you."
At that moment, Trunks and Goten came barreling in, knocking over a few chairs at their entrance. "Dad!" Goten shouted as he waved, "Hi! Oh, Mom was mad again this morning. Did you know that?" He asked, watching Trunks out of the corner of his eye.
"Hai, I know your mom's mad at me. "Goku said, "But then again, what's new?" He said, and then was about to speak again. But he was interrupted by Trunks' groaning.
"Who ate all the food?!" He demanded, and then glared at Goten. "You didn't go through here and pig out, did you?" He demanded of his best friend. "I wouldn't be surprised. You eat like your dad."
Goten shook his head in negativity. "Noooo...I didn't eat nothin'." He said, and then grinned when his stomach grumbled. "I wanted to come in here and eat. Let's order some pizzas then, okay Trunks?" He asked.
Goku grinned a bit and started inching out of the room. He then beckoned for Vegeta to come. "Don't make too much of a mess, brats." Vegeta told them with a frown, "Or else I'll have to come in here and whip your asses." He added a smirk and then went to go take his frustrations about the lack of food out on Kakaroto.
~.~.~
Bulma sighed, and leaned against the front door of her home. "Man, today was a looong day." She said, quickly kicking off her heeled shoes, ready to relax for a few hours, the rest of the evening...even five minutes would be greatly appreciated. She looked around, noticing that there was no action going on. "I wonder what's going down."
She decided to check it out in a moment, and walked to her room. Shutting the door behind her, she smiled and shucked off her clothing. "Now time to get out of these stuffy work clothes!" She said with relief, allowing her hair to drop from it's more formal do, and permitted it to just hang about her shoulders. "Much better." She slipped on some comfortable, but ever stylish, clothes and grinned. "Good enough."
Trunks zoomed by her door, Goten in tow again. "Hey mom!" He shouted, screeching to a halt. He 'oof'ed as Goten smacked into his back, causing him to topple into a heap on the floor. "Aww, get off a'men, Goten!" He demanded, pushing his friend off.
"Oops, sorry!" Goten said with a slightly embarrassed grin. "Hello, Bulma-san!" He chimed, "You're home kinda late, aren't you?" He said observantly.
She nodded with a grin, and walked out into the hall where the two children were sitting, her own purple haired son dusting off his rear end. "Yeah, it was a rough day." Looking at Trunks, she questioned, "Where's your dad?"
Trunks blinked and focused his eyes on his mother. "Oh, he's down in the basement with Goku-san and grandpa." He said, "Goten and myself were just on our way down there. Said that there was something he thinks we should see." The young warrior shrugged, "I don't have a clue as to what he means, but if I want to be able to move this quickly, I'd better get!"
Bulma eyed her son, but then nodded. "Alright. I think it would be wise if I came along, as well." She had a haunch that this was something she would want to see. Either that, or regret being the last to know.
~.~.~
Vegeta paced angrily, growling at the image on the screen. "I don't know who that is, but whoever he is...he's going to be getting a very unhappy gift from me to his face!"
Goku blinked, but wasn't very happy. "I still can't believe this guy tried it two times in one day." He snorted. "I mean, first thing in the morning, he showers her with a gift. And then right around the time she comes home from work, he drops off another offering. Who does he think he is?"
"It's quite obvious he thinks he can bribe my mate away from me by giving her expensive gifts and doing things as she's used to. Little does he know that there's something I offer that he never can." Vegeta said, now leaning against a wall, eyes narrowed at the screen. At the moment he wanted to do nothing more than punch his fist into it.
Dr. Briefs just sat in the chair, trying to get the highest possible resolution of his daughter's suitor. He thought that the young man looked familiar from somewhere, but where, he could not place. He couldn't put a name with the face if his life depended on it, but the old man couldn't help but have a sense of familiarity.
Trunks burst into the room, and then grabbed the back of Goten's shirt when the younger boy went past him, tripping over a wire that was misplaced and a true hazard for the clumsy and stupid. "Otousan, we're here. What did you want to show us."
Goku, sensing that Vegeta was already pissed off, explained. "Trunks, look at the TV." He said, pointing to the monitor. Dr. Briefs replayed the tape they'd all been gaping at for the past fifteen or thirty minutes, showing all the actions of the man. "See the guy?"
Trunks nodded, but shrugged, "And? He's just a delivery man, Goku-san." He said, and then walked up to get a good look. "Wait, why would a delivery man be dressed up like that?" He examined the man's movements and then became even more confused.
"Hey, dad, Vegeta-san, why does he look upset because he's waiting?" Goten asked, pointing at the monitor. "He walks back to his car after no one answers, but you typically aren't that upset about someone not being home." He said, "Well, at least I'm not."
"You don't wait, you just fly through a window." Vegeta growled at Goten, silencing the hybrid saiyajin for a moment. "He wanted to see my mate. And when she wasn't home, he had to go home depressed since the bastard wasn't graced by her presence."
Back in the doorway, Bulma simply stared at the monitor. She could identify the man. And she saw him drop off a small parcel at her door. The blue haired human walked into the room, blinking a bit. "I don't believe this."
She walked through the ever busy building, and came to her office. Another day at work. She sighed and sat down at her desk, frowning deeply at the amount of paperwork that'd managed to stack it's self up over the course of the night. "Same thing every day." Bulma mumbled under her breath. She got to reading, signing and doing all the other normal work stuff she did ever day.
A light rapping could be heard at her door, but she was too involved in her work to allow something like that to distract her. It became louder, more insistent. She growled a bit, but then mumbled, "Come in!"
Bulma's secretary poked her head in, "There's been a delivery for you, Bulma." She said with a grin. They were good friends, and the use of formal titles had long since been abolished.
The blue haired woman nodded with a grin, "Thanks, I'll get to it in a second. Gotta get through these damned papers first." She said, looking back down at her work. She picked up the phone, however, as the door shut. Quickly dialing a phone number, she tapped her pen against the side of her desk. "C'mon, you, pick up!"
The phone rang two more times before the familiar voice of her mate was on the other line. "What do you want now, woman?" Vegeta growled, not at all liking his training being interrupted. Goku said something in the background, and he yelled for the idiot to shut up before he came over there.
She rolled her eyes, but continued to talk. "I got a package this morning, Vegeta." Bulma told him, still doing her work and talking at the same time. She stifled a little chuckle when Vegeta got all pissy towards his fellow saiyajin warrior.
The prince growled, "Yeah, so, what does that have to do with me?" Vegeta asked, tapping his foot in annoyance. He wanted to go back to beating his fellow saiyajin to a pulp. "If this is another one of your bouts of emotion, woman, I'd rather not listen." Deep down inside, he would not admit it, but he was curious.
Bulma picked it up and then walked out the door, one finger in her ear to avoid scrambling the conversation. She knew Vegeta hated the background noise, and hated using the phone for that matter. She grinned looking down on the rather large box. "It's from you know who."
At the mention of that, Vegeta was instantly alert. "Did you see the shit?" He demanded of his mate, causing Goku to look up from raiding the fridge. It was already more than half empty, and Vegeta was sure to give him an extra hard beating for eating all the food. But Bulma would say something in his defense.
She picked it up, nodding to one of the other people running around. "No, I didn't. I was told it came earlier, just before I came in." Bulma admitted. "I just want this whole thing to blow over."
"Well, since this person is more of an idiot than Kakaroto," the voice on the other side said, venom in his tone. "And it seems that he's damned persistent, so I doubt he'll just abandon his chase."
Bulma nodded, pushing a few errant strands of blue hair from her face. "I know, I know. But it would make things a hell of a lot easier." She admitted. "But we have the cameras all set up around the house, right?"
Vegeta snorted, "Your sire finished it up before you called." The saiyajin said. "And we should get some put up all over your office and outside." He insisted, "Or better yet, bring me and I'll beat anyone's ass."
She smirked. It was nice to know that someone appreciated her enough to want to kill someone for her. But then again, this was Vegeta. And one never knew what he was thinking unless he was fighting, eating, sleeping, or having sex. "There's more than enough cameras floating around here." Bulma assured him. "Any more and I won't have any air to breathe."
The saiyajin snorted, but agreed. "Fine. I'll be sure to have your dad check the tapes if we get another gift for you, Bulma." He said in the typical sarcastic and haughty tone. Then, making sure Kakaroto didn't hear, he quickly said, "And take care, will ya?"
Bulma would have responded, but her surprised noise was met with a dial tone.
~.~.~.~.~
It was about three hours later, and the scene wasn't much different. Goku was stuffing his mouth and Vegeta was growling at him. "Damnit, Kakaroto!" Vegeta huffed and yanked the ravenous creature away from his now empty fridge. "Go back to your mate and have her dump a whole closet full of food down that gaping maw of yours!"
The absent minded saiyajin shook his head. "No, Vegeta, that would be a very bad idea." He said, dead serious. He blinked blankly when Vegeta stared, and it took him a few moments to realize what he wanted. "Ooohh...well, ya see, I told her she shouldn't get so mad at me for coming and going without telling her..."
Vegeta shook his head. "Enough. Let's get back to training, Kakaroto. I still have to destroy you."
At that moment, Trunks and Goten came barreling in, knocking over a few chairs at their entrance. "Dad!" Goten shouted as he waved, "Hi! Oh, Mom was mad again this morning. Did you know that?" He asked, watching Trunks out of the corner of his eye.
"Hai, I know your mom's mad at me. "Goku said, "But then again, what's new?" He said, and then was about to speak again. But he was interrupted by Trunks' groaning.
"Who ate all the food?!" He demanded, and then glared at Goten. "You didn't go through here and pig out, did you?" He demanded of his best friend. "I wouldn't be surprised. You eat like your dad."
Goten shook his head in negativity. "Noooo...I didn't eat nothin'." He said, and then grinned when his stomach grumbled. "I wanted to come in here and eat. Let's order some pizzas then, okay Trunks?" He asked.
Goku grinned a bit and started inching out of the room. He then beckoned for Vegeta to come. "Don't make too much of a mess, brats." Vegeta told them with a frown, "Or else I'll have to come in here and whip your asses." He added a smirk and then went to go take his frustrations about the lack of food out on Kakaroto.
~.~.~
Bulma sighed, and leaned against the front door of her home. "Man, today was a looong day." She said, quickly kicking off her heeled shoes, ready to relax for a few hours, the rest of the evening...even five minutes would be greatly appreciated. She looked around, noticing that there was no action going on. "I wonder what's going down."
She decided to check it out in a moment, and walked to her room. Shutting the door behind her, she smiled and shucked off her clothing. "Now time to get out of these stuffy work clothes!" She said with relief, allowing her hair to drop from it's more formal do, and permitted it to just hang about her shoulders. "Much better." She slipped on some comfortable, but ever stylish, clothes and grinned. "Good enough."
Trunks zoomed by her door, Goten in tow again. "Hey mom!" He shouted, screeching to a halt. He 'oof'ed as Goten smacked into his back, causing him to topple into a heap on the floor. "Aww, get off a'men, Goten!" He demanded, pushing his friend off.
"Oops, sorry!" Goten said with a slightly embarrassed grin. "Hello, Bulma-san!" He chimed, "You're home kinda late, aren't you?" He said observantly.
She nodded with a grin, and walked out into the hall where the two children were sitting, her own purple haired son dusting off his rear end. "Yeah, it was a rough day." Looking at Trunks, she questioned, "Where's your dad?"
Trunks blinked and focused his eyes on his mother. "Oh, he's down in the basement with Goku-san and grandpa." He said, "Goten and myself were just on our way down there. Said that there was something he thinks we should see." The young warrior shrugged, "I don't have a clue as to what he means, but if I want to be able to move this quickly, I'd better get!"
Bulma eyed her son, but then nodded. "Alright. I think it would be wise if I came along, as well." She had a haunch that this was something she would want to see. Either that, or regret being the last to know.
~.~.~
Vegeta paced angrily, growling at the image on the screen. "I don't know who that is, but whoever he is...he's going to be getting a very unhappy gift from me to his face!"
Goku blinked, but wasn't very happy. "I still can't believe this guy tried it two times in one day." He snorted. "I mean, first thing in the morning, he showers her with a gift. And then right around the time she comes home from work, he drops off another offering. Who does he think he is?"
"It's quite obvious he thinks he can bribe my mate away from me by giving her expensive gifts and doing things as she's used to. Little does he know that there's something I offer that he never can." Vegeta said, now leaning against a wall, eyes narrowed at the screen. At the moment he wanted to do nothing more than punch his fist into it.
Dr. Briefs just sat in the chair, trying to get the highest possible resolution of his daughter's suitor. He thought that the young man looked familiar from somewhere, but where, he could not place. He couldn't put a name with the face if his life depended on it, but the old man couldn't help but have a sense of familiarity.
Trunks burst into the room, and then grabbed the back of Goten's shirt when the younger boy went past him, tripping over a wire that was misplaced and a true hazard for the clumsy and stupid. "Otousan, we're here. What did you want to show us."
Goku, sensing that Vegeta was already pissed off, explained. "Trunks, look at the TV." He said, pointing to the monitor. Dr. Briefs replayed the tape they'd all been gaping at for the past fifteen or thirty minutes, showing all the actions of the man. "See the guy?"
Trunks nodded, but shrugged, "And? He's just a delivery man, Goku-san." He said, and then walked up to get a good look. "Wait, why would a delivery man be dressed up like that?" He examined the man's movements and then became even more confused.
"Hey, dad, Vegeta-san, why does he look upset because he's waiting?" Goten asked, pointing at the monitor. "He walks back to his car after no one answers, but you typically aren't that upset about someone not being home." He said, "Well, at least I'm not."
"You don't wait, you just fly through a window." Vegeta growled at Goten, silencing the hybrid saiyajin for a moment. "He wanted to see my mate. And when she wasn't home, he had to go home depressed since the bastard wasn't graced by her presence."
Back in the doorway, Bulma simply stared at the monitor. She could identify the man. And she saw him drop off a small parcel at her door. The blue haired human walked into the room, blinking a bit. "I don't believe this."