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Title: You Rock My World
Author: Aoi Megami
Chapter: 11
Chapter Title: Picking Up
Saturday, 6:30 p.m.
In a Hotel, in room 139, a man with ebony flamed hair with matching eyes got out of the shower, with a towel wrapped around his waist and another towel is placed on his hands as he dried his hair. He got out of the bathroom and headed straight to his closet. He took out some black pants and a white polo shirt.
He got a brief and boxer shorts and he put them on, he took out a pair of black socks and did the same. He took his pants and put it on as he thought of something that's been bugging him since he asked the blue haired angel out.
She seemed familiar and he can't just think of something or a place to where he had seen her. Who is she? Yes, he knows that she's the heiress to the Capsule Corporation, but he never reads any magazine or watch the news to ever see the girl.
But this is not the time to think of something like this. He's going to be late for his date and even if he doesn't know her that much, he knew that she's going to be mad at him. And all he wanted this night is a nice dinner with her and get to know her.
He growled at himself. He cannot believe he had let her affect him like this. The hell with her. He doesn't care if he's late. He's the one who's going to be paying tonight, isn't he? He sighed, he has got to have more control of his pride and not let it slip or it'll affect his whole career and his background.
"!"
"WILL YOU TWO CALM DOWN!" Bulma screamed as loud as she can to out top the screaming of her two best friends. They have been over reacting since this morning and did nothing but search into their make up bags. She did nothing all day but listen to their yakking and what she should do that's presentable. Ha! Presentable! She's the daughter of the owner and founder of Capsule Corporation, she's probably the most presentable and respectful and skilled mannered woman in the world.
Bulma sighed as she thought of the early happenings. She had been sitting for over two hours as her friends tried out every single bottle of manicure that will fit her clothes best. And they chose the first bottle they had use. Fifty damn bottles and they chose the first one they had like. They had already put some make up on her which took three hours to make sure it's the perfect blush, color and style. Three hours, she thought that her skin will burn if she felt another touch of a brush.
She sighed and rolled her eyes as her friends ironed her dress for the umpteenth time. Jesus Christ, her friends are going to drive her crazy! She stood up and walked up to them.
"We got thirty minutes you guys," she told them. "He's gonna be here soon." she reminded.
"Don't bother us now Bulma!" Chichi scolded.
"Yeah! We're preparing for the date." 18 added as she held the dress up for another wrinkle inspection. Bulma grumbled and snatched the dress from 18's hands. Both 18 and Chichi gasped as Bulma gripped the dress. Chichi and 18 continued gasping.
"You're choking it!" Chichi gasped out as she kneeled down to touch the dress on Bulma's hands.
"Guys, get a grip!" Bulma half screamed. "My date, not yours." she said as simple as that and she went into their walk in closet and slammed the door shut.
"Well," Chichi said as she got up on her feet. "What a repayment for everything we did." she said as she crossed her arms.
"I think we gave her complete torture."18 said.
"OH! Now you're on her side!" Chichi said as she went to Bulma' vanity table.
"CHI!"
"Vegeta," Goku said as he waited for his friend in the lobby room. "Looking sharp." he complimented.
"What are you doing here?" Vegeta growled.
"Came here to wish you luck and hope that you have a good time and don't mess it up." Goku reminded.
"Who are you my mother?" Vegeta half screamed.
"Vegeta-"
"I don't need your assistance tonight Kakkarot go to bed!"
"Please."
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
"Vegeta!" Goku whined as he jumped up and down like a little kid.
"KA-KKA-ROT!" Vegeta screamed. Goku squirmed and as fast as the wind went running straight to the open elevator.
"Finally." Vegeta whispered to himself as he left the hotel building.
At 6:50 p.m.
"Well?" Bulma asked as she got out of the closet. 'What do you guys think?" she asked her friends. 18 sat on the beanie chair and Chichi sat on her vanity.
"Oh my god, Bulma!" Chichi said as she looked at her friend from the mirror. She turned around to face her. "You look beautiful." she said. "Look?" Bulma raised a brow and smirked at her.
"Your beautiful." Chichi repeated herself.
"Thank you." Bulma thanked and faced to her other friend who sat on the beanie chair.
"Drop dead gorgeous." 18 said as she nodded her head in full agreement of herself and Chichi.
"Good." Bulma said as she got out of the room, followed by her two friends and they entered the living room. Bulma stood in front of a full length mirror and she looked at herself, she wore light make up and her hair is tied up in a standing twisted bun. She's wearing an A-line gown features scoop neckline, natural waist and spaghetti straps with a satin sash around the waist that goes down under her knees. "Thank you, mother." Bulma whispered, and girls started laughing. The girls laughter were interrupted by a knock on the door.
Vegeta reached the building with exactly 5 minutes to spare. He slowly lifted his hand and leaned his knuckles on the door, ready to knock. He took a deep breath and growled at himself for being nervous.
He knocked on the door.
Chichi and 18 both squealed as they heard the knock on the door. 18 got up from his seat and dragged Bulma to their sharing rooms.
"We'll knock on the door when you can come out." she whispered to her.
"Why can't I just answer the door myself?" Bulma whispered back.
"Because I said so!" 18 growled lowly as she pushed her friend into the room.
Vegeta heard squealing after knocking on the door. He smirked and then laughed lowly afterwards. She has the most weirdest friends. He silenced himself as he heard scrapping on the door. He watch as the door knob twisted open and the red wooden door is slowly pulled.
He saw a raven haired girl came into view.
"Where's Bulma?" he asked.
"She'll be right out." Chichi said with a smile as she fully open the door. He saw that the room has a small living room and a kitchen. He also saw Bulma's other friend standing near a door.
Chichi motioned for 18 to go and do her part. 18 nodded and smiled at Vegeta. Vegeta just nodded back. 18 knocked on the door.
"Bulma?' she called. "Your date's here." she said.
"Don't you think I know that?" Bulma said as she opened the door. "I heard him knock before you pushed me into the room!" she said as she grabbed her purse.
Vegeta stared at the blue haired woman who emerged from the room. She wore a beautiful night blue gown that hugs her curves perfectly, her chest half expose. She has light make up on, that makes it more perfect. He watched as he listened to her bitching. He smirked. Her friends were busted.
This is what attracts him to her more than anything is that she is being herself, she does what she does and continued doing it. She doesn't do silly girly plans like what her friends just did; for her to have a grand entrance. She just wanted to stay simple, and that's just right for him. Besides, she's not going out with him because of his fame and fortune, she hated him and then she turned sweet when she saw, which is weird. But she is a woman.
Crazy thought with two answers started streaming down his mind as he thought of them carefully. But it all disappeared when he saw approaching him.
"Hey Vegeta." Bulma greeted.
"Hey," Vegeta greeted back. "Ready?" he asked afterwards. Bulma nodded and Vegeta cleared the path for her to go out of the room first. He then followed her closing the room behind them. When the door was finally shut and the couple was about to leave. They heard loud screaming and squealing.
Bulma turned around to face her date with an embarrassed look on her face. The squealing and screaming continued and it turned to talking.
"They always do that." Bulma explained. Vegeta raised a brow. "I wish they'd stop." she whispered, but loud enough for Vegeta to hear as she turned around and continued walking. Vegeta followed while chuckling at her embarrassment.
