~*~ Disclaimer: I do not own the movie 'Pretty Woman' or DB/Z/GT. Please don't sue, I ain't making jack shit from this story. It is being writing only to pass time and for the entertainment of my readers. (Which isn't many) 0_o

Again, I'm sorry that it took meeh so long to get this out. I'll update better next time. I promise.

~LadyB

Pretty Onna.

Chapter Nine.

The next day came as usual. The sun was shinning down on many people sunbathing by the pool, all of high class, and each very different. Some were overweight, others were lobster red, old and stretch-marked, even fishy white. And then came a true sight for sore eyes. There was a figure, absolutely gorgeous. The gorgeous figure was Bulma. She is wearing a minuscule bikini and sunglasses, bating in the sun and the compliments of other people as they walked by.

As always Bulma felt the night had ended too soon. As soon as the twin suns rose over the mountains of Vegetasei, Vegeta was gone. It was as if Vegeta was a vampire. But Bulma knew that he worked hard and was good at what he did. And she was making out like a bandit. After breakfast she had decided that it was time to go down stairs and get some fresh air. Honestly Bulma was enjoying her time.

"Miss Bulma?"

Slightly tugging at the rim of her glasses Bulma pulled them down, she looked up over the rim, revealing a young waiter standing there, looking a little dry-mouthed at the sight of her. He was holding a telephone. "You have a call. Prince Vegeta."

Others looked up in shock at the statement the boy had made. Prince Vegeta? Calling? Where?

"Hi, baby." Bulma greeted him happily. More dropping jaws. "Uh huh...I'll be ready. Bye."

The waiter waited calmly as Bulma hung up the phone. She looked up at him. "What would you wear to a tournament match?"

People watched her leave in awe...Prince Vegeta with her?!

~*~

Fighters crashed and careened each other on the fighting diamond. An enthusiastic crowd cheered. The sound was nearly deafening, and yet the crowd only got louder.

Down by the edge of the fighting diamond there was a tailgate party using Cadillacs and Rolls Royces in progress. Other fighters thundered by a crowd of very well dressed, successful-looking people -- celebrities, execs, socialites, and aficionados -- most of who ignored the fighting match. Bulma gathered that they were there to see and be seen more than watching the tournament in process.

Bulma and Vegeta made their way towards the party. Vegeta was dressed like a prince, as always. Bulma was looking very chic and beautiful in one of her new outfits. But none of it was helping--the place, the people and wealth--everything there suddenly had her overwhelmed. Bulma stopped dead in her tracks. "You're really pushing it, bringing me here." She told Vegeta as he tried to pull her forward.

Vegeta tried to make light of the situation. "I think it's exciting."

With a suck of her teeth, Bulma rolled her eyes. "What if we run into someone I know?"

"I really doubt anyone here frequents Hollywood Boulevard." Vegeta said, trying to calm her nerves and at the same time not knowing why her opinion in these things mattered so much to him.

Bulma locked her eyes with his, never letting him away from her. "You did." She scoffed.

Just as the prince was about to reply, there was a voice calling him in the distance. "Vegeta!"

They both turned around, finding themselves looking upon Napa whom was walking towards them with a group of people walking behind him. "Come on! Over here!"

Deciding it was better to leave the prior argument alone, Vegeta pulled on Bulma's hand and led her towards Napa. The group of people having scattered at the sight of Vegeta.

Napa grinned and shook his prince's hand. His eyes then moved over to Bulma, Napa eyed her up and down and up and down, as if she were a dish. He licked his lips. "Well, well, well..."

Bulma disliked Napa the moment she saw him and now she had more reason to not like him. She wasn't particularly enjoying the look she was getting from him. Bulma sighed heavily and rolled her eyes in irritation. Vegeta noticed this through the corner of his eyes. "Napa, I'd like you to meet Bulma."

Napa turned to his right for a moment then turned back with a woman at his side. He shook Bulma's hand and then leaded Bulma towards the other woman. "Bulma a pleasure to meet you. This is my wife, Regina."

Trying to be as sweet as she possibly could be Bulma smiled and shook the other woman's hand. "Hi." Regina stretched her thin lips in a cold smile as she took hold of Bulma's hand.

Napa spoke to his prince while the two women glanced at each other. "Lots of fun people here. Let me get you two some champagne." Napa offered Bulma and Vegeta. Just as quickly as he had spoken he moved away from the others.

While watching her husband walk away, Regina was becoming a little more than uncomfortable. There was something about Bulma that she just couldn't take. "Excuse me." She tried to convince herself that it was nothing as she disappeared into the crowd.

Bulma smiled to herself, standing next to Vegeta. They both stood similar to each other, with their heads held high looking over the milling crowd. Vegeta looked down slightly towards Bulma; she opened her lips to speak to him. "What a real genuine guy." Bulma tossed at Vegeta sarcastically in regards to Napa.

Responding lightly Vegeta said, "He's good at what he does."

Bulma rolled her eyes. "You know you could freeze ice on his wife's ass. Is she anything like your ex?" She asked.

Vegeta disregarded Bulma's comment with a small smile. "Shall we mingle?"

Two hours had long since passed after the arrival of Vegeta and his mysterious guest that no one really knew the name of. They heard rumors, she was to be the next queen of Vegetasei, or she was a princess from another planet in which Vegeta was doing a little business with. Whatever the rumors were, they sure were flying around the crowd fast. Vegeta made a mental not that he would have to do some damage control later that day.

Vegeta had many people around him, each of them had something different to say to him. He skillfully had one eye on Bulma and the other eye in his conversations. With his connoisseur vision Vegeta watched Bulma as she sipped at different bottles of champagne and met with different people all around. It was evident that each person she talked to, she charmed. Vegeta nodded in approval as she turned to look at him cautiously. Bulma turned back to enjoy the party and fighting match before them as Vegeta returned to the world of business he had to deal with.

Bulma was tapped on the shoulder; she looked up at another woman who was standing before her, a very haughty look on her face. "I simply love your dress, Bulma."

Trying to seem as if she fit in perfectly, Bulma replied with, "This old thing?"

The woman's face softened as she took a seat next to Bulma. "Of course, a figure like yours can wear anything. You must work out constantly."

Bulma giggled at the irony of what the woman had just told her. "I lead a very physical life." Answered Bulma.

An older man that was with the woman asked Bulma, "Are you into running?"

Bulma shook her head. "No, not really. But I'm into walking. I walk a lot." She amended.

Another man, closer to her age range came up to her smiling. "You look awfully familiar, Bulma. Haven't we run into one another at the spa in La Costa?"

Returning the kind smile, Bulma didn't know what else to say. She thought it over slightly and then answered. "Well, I do often spa there."

In another corner of the room, Regina stood next to Vegeta, she eyed him and said to him, "She's sweety Vegeta, wherever did you find her?" There was a hit of jealousy hitting around in her words.

Vegeta turned to face Regina. "976-BABE." Vegeta muttered to her.

Regina rolled her eyes, she turned to face Bulma who was standing in a group of women. Regina was almost a hundred percent sure that Bulma had no idea who those women were. She could tell by the lost glare in Bulma's eyes.

"We're good together. He has to admit it. I've been just what he wants me to be. I say the right things, I know the right people, I give wonderful parties. No question, no arguments, no embarrassments. It works for both of us." Bulma listened to the woman that was talking. With her cold green eyes and her long blonde hair Bulma saw one word written on her face. BITCH. Bulma was feeling more than out of place there. That made Bulma think. She was grateful to see Vegeta coming towards her. She walked over to meet him. He smirked at her.

"You know, these women here, I don't think any of them like the guys they're with. They're just into it for the money." Bulma muttered towards Vegeta.

Vegeta nodded as he turned over to the women Bulma had been standing with. "I'm sure that's true for some of them." He replied.

Bulma shook her head softly, side to side her hair moved. "I thought I was the pro. These women make me feel like an amateur."

"Come here, you need to meet them. I think you should go talk to them. I know you could set them in their place." Vegeta suggested.

Looking down, Bulma was feeling self-conscious again. "I don't think so," Bulma looked back over to Vegeta; she rolled her large eyes when she found that he was walking towards the twin women standing away from them.

"Bulma, these are the Olsen sisters, who have made marrying, well, an art form." Vegeta narrowed his eyes at them

One of them smiled at Vegeta. "Oh prince. I don't believe I've met her."

Vegeta sighed. "Excuse me ladies."

The woman from before eyed Bulma up and down. "So you're the flavor of the month." She mumbled coldly before turning around and attending her previous task.

Another, much kinder woman, shook her head. "Don't mind her she's just being testy. Prince Vegeta is our most eligible bachelor. Everyone is trying to land him."

Bulma smiled, that woman had just set herself up for something very stupid. "Well I'm not trying to land Vegeta." She muttered.

They both looked over at Bulma.

"I'm just using him for sex."

The eyes on the twins went wide as Bulma walked off and joined Vegeta who was standing a few feet away from her with a smirk placed on his face. He motioned for her to follow him into the stands where they could be seated comfortably.

As Bulma took a seat next to Vegeta, he placed his hand on her leg. "Well done onna."

"Prince Vegeta."

Vegeta looked up to find Napa looking down at him. Rolling his eyes, Vegeta replied, "You better have a good reason for interrupting me Napa."

The time that she was spending at the match was wonderful; Bulma was all smiles. She moved all about the crowed, charming everyone she talked to, making an unforgettable first impression. Bulma looked around, she hated to admit it but she had lost Vegeta in the crowd of all the people present that day. A gleam of worry shot across Bulma's eyes, her turns started to grow more frequent as her search for Vegeta was coming up empty. The room started to spin; she had spun around too fast. Bulma placed her hand to her temple as she felt her knees buck from under her and the ground come up to greet her. Bulma moaned something incoherent then fell to the floor.

Just as she thought that her body would hit the ground, something picked up her. She turned up, expecting to find Vegeta's endless eyes staring right back at her. Bulma received a shock that wanted to send her back to falling onto the floor.

"Hi." Yamcha smiled down on her.

Bulma quickly pulled herself out of his arms and fought to stand up stright. "I can manage." Bulma muttered mostly to herself.

Smiling one of his most charming smiles, Yamcha spoke to Bulma, a laugh lingering slowly in his voice. "I like your hat."

Bulma appeared to be slightly confused; it wore off momentarily. "Huh? Oh... yeah. It's ok." She paused for a moment, although she was pleased. "Um... how're... business things going?" She asked trying to be conversational.

"Let's not talk about it, it's too depressing." Yamcha said, he pulled on Bulma's hand. "I have to go get ready for my match, I'm up next you know. Would you like to come with me to ring side?" He asked Bulma, hoping for a positive answer.

"Please, we hardly know each other." Bulma took on a slightly unconvertible look on her face.

Yamcha smiled at her. "It's alright. I won't bite ya." He waited for Bulma to follow his lead. They walked together along the side of the battle ring that seemed to be empty. There seemed to be some kind of brake between battles. There was a beat of silence. "You two been together long? You and Vegeta I mean."

Bulma cleared her throat. "No."

So there was hope in the situation after all. "Hope to be?" The question was direct, catching Bulma off guard.

To Bulma's surprise, the question caused a pang inside of her; it was almost unexplainable. "It's... it's not like that." Bulma struggled the find her words.

Yamcha nodded his head. "Ah, I see. Well. Maybe that means you'd have lunch with me sometime then." At that moment, Bulma stopped walking, the smile erased from her face. She knitted her eyebrows together then looked away. Yamcha sighed; he was losing. "I'm sorry, am I being too forward?" He asked.

Bulma seemed to be slightly angered. "You don't know anything about me." Came her counter response.

Yamcha could see where this was going. "I'd like to find out. You don't know anything about me either. That's why people have lunch." He was turning his charm up to full blast. Still, there was something that he could feel in Bulma's eyes, something that was holding her back.

Walking along the edge of the crowds, Napa turned, he stopped then found what he was looking for. Bulma and Yamcha were standing together, his mind began to race and then an anxious and angry look crossed his face. Noticing that his prince was less than a few feet away from him, Napa took off to Vegeta's side. He walked up to his prince, a few questions on his mind.

"My prince..." He began.

Vegeta glared at Napa. "I'm busy at the moment."

Still, Napa spoke once more. "Fill me in on this. How'd you and Bulma meet?"

Apologetically Vegeta had to pull away from the guests that he was entertaining. "We just did."

Napa grinned. "Come on, you can tell me. I sure would like to know where a guy runs into a girl as attractive as this." His grin turned into a smirk.

"The night I left your house, I was lost. I was looking for directions." Vegeta didn't like where this was heading. It was getting rather uncomfortable.

"And you just happened to run into her. Great. What does she do? She work?"

"Hai..."

"...Doing what?"

Vegeta, for once, didn't know how to answer that. He looked around for the girl in question, Bulma was no where to be found. Quickly Vegeta made up an answer just to get Napa off of his back. "Bulma's in sales."

"Sales, really? That's great. What does she sell?" Napa scratched the back of his head.

Vegeta's eyes started to narrow as they always did once he was being irritated, which Napa seemed to be doing quite well at the moment. "Why do you want to know?"

"Hear me out. I've known you a long time. I see a difference in you this week. Like that tie. I'm suddenly wondering if this girl's not the difference. Especially when I see her talking with Yamcha."

Suddenly Vegeta's eyes searched the crowd for where Bulma might be. When he finally found her, Bulma was turning away from the bar. She held two glasses of champagne in her hand then she scanned the crowd over. Long since having left Yamcha, who was now up fighting. Vegeta shook his head and turned to face Napa. His eyes narrowed even further. "She met him at dinner last night... and what I chose to wear should be none of your concern."

Napa started to look around. "So now they're best friends? Vegeta, this girl appears out of nowhere and now I see her talking to a guy whose planet we're trying to buy. It's too convenient." There was something wavering in his voice, he almost seemed worried.

"You're being ridiculous." Vegeta scoffed.

"Industrial espionage is not ridiculous. Vegeta, how do you know she hasn't attached herself to you so she can bring Draymen Heux back information?" Napa asked. Vegeta was sure this time that Napa was being paranoid. Bulma could do no such thing. She wasn't capable of it.

"Christ, Napa, she's not a spy, she's a hooker." Vegeta shook his head, so it had come to that. He hated it, but it was the only way to such Napa up. "I picked her up off Hollywood Boulevard. In your car."

On the far end of the arena Bulma turned as she suddenly heard loud laughter. Upon turning she noticed that it was Napa laughing. Smiling, Bulma started towards Vegeta with the glasses of champagne. That loud bastard had just saved her a trip around the whole field.

"Oh Kami." Napa snorted. "I swear to Kami, you are the only millionaire I ever heard of who'd go looking for a fucking bargain streetwalker!" Again, Napa raged in laughter. His face was turning red.

Vegeta looked away in disgust, the price he had to pay to get that bastard to shut up only resulted in him making more noise. He glanced up; a goddess was walking towards him. His face softened as his eyes swam in Bulma's unmatched beauty. "Let's drop it, shall we?" Vegeta muttered over to Napa, his lips hardly moving. Gently he approached Bulma receiving the champagne that she handed him.

"I turned around and you were gone." Bulma pouted to Vegeta, sliding her arm through his. Just as she was starting to feel safe with Vegeta their moment was cut short. The group of men walked towards the prince, they bowed and then finally one of them spoke. He was short, stubby and not very pleasant to look at.

"My dear Prince Vegeta! May we have your opinion on something?" He said with the up-most humbleness in his voice.

Vegeta noticed that there was a new appearance on Bulma. She seemed annoyed and at the same time pouting like a child. Napa on the other hand appeared as if nothing had happened at all. He spoke to Bulma and Napa. "If you two will excuse me a moment." His voice was filled with dignity. "I have something to attend to."

Bulma watched sadly as Vegeta moved away from her side, taking his arm with him, to the group of men. She hated to watch him leave. Walking with the pure aura of a prince, he never looked back at her. Bulma sighed. Then something broke into her thoughts, someone was more like it. Napa was looking at her in a quite vulgar manner; he gave her a broad smile once she noticed him.

"Having a good time, Bulma?"

Bulma didn't understand the relevancy of the question nevertheless she answered. "Yeah I'm having a great time."

Napa gave Bulma a suggestive smile. "All this must be quite a change from your previous life style."

Bulma looked as if she's been struck in the stomach. Her face took on a much paler complexion. "Nani?"

"It's okay. Vegeta told me. Your secret's safe with me." Napa assured.

The feeling of being struck turned into a feeling of disgust as Napa ran his hand up and down Bulma's nude arm. She could feel the vile running up into her mouth. How could Vegeta betray her...?

"What do you charge, Bulma?" Napa came stright out and asked Bulma without shame. " Maybe you and I could get together after Vegeta leaves."

Bulma swallowed down the sick feeling she was having, forcing a bitter smile, she replied. "Yeah. Sure. Why not? Call me at the Velchenzo Estate." She muttered.

Napa looked quite pleased with himself. "I just might do that." He moved away.

Sighing in relief Bulma turned once she was sure that he was out of her eyesight. She caught Vegeta's eye from where he stood. He smirked at her, rose his class in a toast and motioned for her to join him. There was a moment before Bulma reacted. Should she tell him what had happened? Bulma stared into his endless onyx eyes and to her surprise she found her arm slowly rising. Her glass shone in the light of the sun as she nodded her head and forced a fake smile, toasting to her prince. Vegeta nodded to her then extended his arm to her over the crowd. Her pride was shattered so rather than letting Napa dance on the pieces, she picked them up and walked over to Vegeta.

"Gentlemen, I would like you to meet Bulma Briefs," Vegeta tugged at her waist and hugged her close. "I am sure you will treat her as you would treat me--"

Bulma had never felt so cheep in all of her lifetime.

~*~

ReViEw!

ReViEw!!

ReViEw!!!