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Pretty Onna. Chapter Six
Bulma looked in the mirror one last time before she walked completely out of the estate room. She straightened out her skirt and pulled her tube top well over her full breasts, she didn't want anything to slip out. As she turned to walk away she noticed something red on her shoulder area close to her neck. Bulma brought her fingers to the area; she flinched when pain rocked through that region of her neck and shoulder. That was one hell of a bite mark.
'What the fuck?' Bulma thought to herself as she tried to finger the bite once more, without that much pressure. She sighed. 'Fucking bugs on Vegetasei!' she cursed in her mind. 'They're the size of Kami-damned wrestlers.'
Bulma dismissed the bite on her neck as that, simply a big mark. When she couldn't have been further from the truth.
When Bulma came out of the elevator and crossed the lobby, it was later that day, and of course she was back in her hooker clothes. In her tall black high-heeled boots she turned to the front desk and left an envelope with the lady there.
"Hey I'm leaving this for Chi-Chi Mau." Bulma said leaning over the desk.
The woman eyed Bulma through her thick glasses then looked down at the envelope. "Yes ma'am."
Bulma raised an eyebrow. "Don't open that."
"No ma'am."
Bulma nodded in satisfaction then turned once more and walked out of the estate, right by the estate manager. As she walked out of the front door the man stared at Bulma in surprise and displeasure.
"Ms. Whillser, do you know that lady?" The man asked.
She shook her head. "No sir."
The manager shook his head; he made it a point to talk to her when she got back into the Estate.
Once outside walking down Imperial drive Bulma looked wide-eyed and delighted as she passed store windows. Each display was more beautiful and expensive than the last. She smiled almost as brightly as the diamonds in the windows.
Bulma is also aware that she is getting odd looks from people that are walking by her. They were some of the most rich and dignified Saiyans on Vegetasei. Two beautiful dressed girls, about Bulma's own age looked at her, turned away and giggled. The uniformed guards that stood at attention in front of many of the stores stared at her suspiciously.
Feeling more and more uncomfortable, Bulma came to a posh woman's boutique. Bulma looked around for a moment; she was hesitating for a moment. Then, taking a deep breath of air, she entered.
Bulma was no sooner in the door than she was subject to the disapproving stare of a saleswoman standing behind the counter. The woman looked over Bulma's hooker clothing. It was obvious to that woman that Bulma was a 'working girl'. The saleswoman did not want others in the store to get the wrong impression of what kinda of establishment this was. The sooner Bulma was out the better. Bulma's coloring only earned her more looks in the store, possibly more than her clothing. There was no Saiyan under the sight of Kami that was naturally born blue. The saleswoman was puzzled. Was that girl Saiyan? Upon taking note of Bulma's blue tail swaying behind her softly the woman was answered. She rolled her eyes; no Saiyan was born blue, there was no way. That girl had to have had dyed her hair. The blue Saiyan was only a legend...
The woman walked to call security and kick Bulma out of her store, she figured that Bulma wanted nothing than to steal. Since she didn't seem to have enough money to even breathe the air in the store. However once the woman noticed that Bulma had a serious intent on shopping there, she took matters into her own hands.
She walked over to Bulma, still eyeing her well. "May I help you?" Inquired the other Saiyan woman cooly.
Bulma did her best to ignore the hostility in the older woman's voice. "Nope, I'm just checking things out." Replied Bulma with a total sincerity in her voice.
Leaving the woman behind her, Bulma tiptoed through the shop as if it were filled with delicate glass objects, scared that she might brake something. Bulma looked around; she was trying to find a dress that she knew Vegeta would love. Then again, it had to be 'classy' so it made the job harder for her. Bulma look her eyes off of a revealing black mini dress. Bulma turned, and then she cautiously examined a dress that looked somewhat decent. The Saleswoman quickly came around the counter and approached Bulma.
"Are you looking for something in particular?" The saleswoman asked the younger Saiyan of obviously lower class.
Bulma faced the falsely blonde woman. "Hai. Something...conservative."
Taking another look at Bulma the saleswoman nodded. "Hai..." She could see why this girl needed something conservative.
Bulma had had the last straw with that woman. She was getting tired of that tone of voice. However this one was slightly different; Bulma eyed the Saleswoman, puzzled at her tone. Decided that it wasn't time for her temper Bulma examined a different dress.
Trying to be polite Bulma said, "You have beautiful things." There was no answer. Irritated Bulma did her best to hold her anger. "How much is this?" She asked trying to move on.
The blonde Saiyan rolled her eyes; as if that odd little girl could afford that dress. The dress cost more money then the little girl had seen in her life, figured the woman. "I don't think it would fit you."
Bulma was beginning to get the drift. "Well, I didn't ask if it would fit. I asked how much it was."
Knowing that if she was crude the other people would start to stare, the saleswoman bluntly said, "It's very expensive."
Bulma's body tensed as she stared at the saleswoman in front of her. Bulma's tale found it's way around her waist, tightly wrapping around her slender waist. Bulma couldn't hold her temper anymore; she unleashed part of the rage growing in her. "What is with you?"
The saleswoman held in her laugh due to the expression on Bulma's face. Unblinking, the woman asked, "Excuse me?"
Bulma placed her hands on her hips. "I don't think I will." Bulma snapped, then she glared at the woman. "I'm going to spend money."
"I don't think we have anything for you here. You're obviously in the wrong place. Please leave." The woman said, knowing that she had set Bulma in her place.
Sadly, she was right. Bulma was speechless. She turned and stomped towards the door. She stopped and spun around staring at the Saleswoman. Bulma drew her arm up and flipped the woman off. She threw the door open and stormed outside. The Saleswoman held in her laughter with a smirk and then calmly strolled back to her counter and returned to her place.
Once Bulma was out onto the street she stood there for a moment looking around, lost. She took an intense breath, trying to control herself. Two elder women in elegant designer outfits, strolled by, eyeing Bulma as if she were a freak due to her coloring and clothing. For the first time in her life Bulma was aware of how much attention she attracted. Back home she wouldn't have been considered different, there were many different colored Saiyans were. But here, things were different. Bulma suddenly felt naked. She turned and hurried back to the estate. She had been right, she should've stayed at the estate.
Later that day, Bulma entered the lobby of the estate with a sea of emotions raging in her. She was upset, nervous and paranoid. She felt a sudden rush of emptiness in her stomach at the sight of all the luxury around her. Bulma knew that it was all too much for her to bear at the moment. She hurried towards the elevators, trying to get back into her room as fast as she could.
At the front desk, the estate manager noticed her again. He crossed the lobby and deftly cut her off from the elevators.
He eyed Bulma with care as if she were going to attack him at any given moment. "May I help you Miss?"
Bulma stopped, practically shaking with terror. "I'm just going to my room."
The older man raised an eyebrow at her statement. "You're a guest here?"
Bulma looked down at her clothes, she knew that she must have been a sight to behold. "I'm--I'm with a friend."
"And who might that be?" He inquired from her.
Bulma knew that if she said that she was with prince Vegeta they would have thought her to be crazy. "I...Vegeta..." Bulma's face suddenly filled with confusion, she needed someone to back up her statement. She spotted that the elevator had opened and the operator from the night before. "He knows me." She yelled out without thinking twice.
The manager turned and eyed the operator curiously. The operator looked back at them innocently. With a smooth gesture the older man waved the operator over. "Dennis." He paused to look at Bulma. "Do you know this young lady?"
The Operator nodded, too confused to do anything else. "S-she's with Prince Vegeta."
Suddenly the manager's face took on a look of utter surprise. "Prince Vegeta?"
Bulma smiled. "Prince Vegeta, thanks Dennis." She turned to walk towards the now open elevator.
"Evidently she joined him last night." Dennis said.
The manager left Dennis' side for a moment and walked towards Bulma. Bulma was then confused and irritated. "Oi Kami, what now? Nani? What is with everyone?"
"Why don't you come with me. We'll chat for just a moment." The manager cut her off and led her by the arm into his off.
Upon entrance into a richly furnished office, the manager placed Bulma in a comfortable chair and then leaned against the edge of his desk.
"What's your name?" He asked her condescendingly.
Bulma smiled for a fraction of a second. "What do you want it to be."
The manager narrowed his black eyes at her. "Don't toy with me young lady."
"Bulma." She sighed heavily.
"My name is Kakkarot." He paused. "I am the manager of the estate." Kakkarot took another pause, however Bulma said nothing in the time of conversational silence. "Well, Miss Bulma...things that go on in other Estates don't happen at the Velchenzo Estate."
Bulma still said nothing.
"Prince Vegeta, however, is a very special customer. And we like to think of our special customers as friends. As a customer, we would expect Prince Vegeta to sign in any additional guests. But as a friend, we're willing to overlook it, I'm assuming you're a... relative?" Kakkarot asked indicating that it was in her best interest to agree.
Bulma found herself nodding.
Kakkarot nodded at her. "I thought so. You must be his...?"
Bulma looked at him for a moment in confusion and then answered, "Niece?" very insecurely.
Kakkarot however, took that as answer." Of course. Naturally when Prince Vegeta leaves, I won't see you in this Estate again."
Bulma bit her lower lip, trying to keep herself from crying or screaming, or both.
"Good. We understand one another. I would also encourage you to dress in a more appropriate manner. That will be all." he said somberly dismissing her.
Bulma's face screwed up once more as she bit harder on her lip while she tried hard not to cry. "No that is not all. That's what I was trying to do. I went out today on Imperial drive to by a dress and the women wouldn't help me. I want you to help now that I have all of this." Bulma couldn't help it, the tears came.
Bulma pulled out the money Vegeta gave her. She dropped it on the desk. Bulma was going to attempt to go on, but she couldn't. Kakkarot politely glanced at the money. He unfolded it, smoothed it and hands it back to her. He sighed, then he picked up the phone.
Bulma was suddenly scared. "Oi, if you are calling the cops...you know what fine, tell them I said hi." Bulma said deciding that whatever happened next, happened.
Kakkarot paid no attention to Bulma for the time being. He spoke into the phone. "Women's clothing." There was a beat of silence. "Marron, please."
Bulma is sat in utter bewilderment, glaring at him, her profound blue eyes rocked with tears and shame.
"Marron, hello, this is Kakkarot over at Velchenzo Estate." There was another moment of silence and then Kakkarot laughed. "Well, thank you, that's flattering. I'd like to ask a favor of you. I'm going to send someone over. Her name is Bulma. She's a guest of ours. She's the niece of a very special guest."
He glanced at Bulma. With those simple words, he made her feel better.
In an office of downtown Vegetasei, Vegeta, Vance, Napa and Jake looked at some slides on a projector. They looked over the empty shipyard as Vance described it.
Vance pointed at the screen. "Okay... this is the jewel in Draymen Heux's crown. We can strip out all the heavy equipment. Some of the cranes are very valuable overseas. The Japanese are salivating for them."
Napa walked in front of Vegeta. "Mainly the prime industrial property straddling the Port of Long Beach. It gives me a hard-on." Napa joked.
Vegeta paid no attention to his assistant and the pointed toward one of the edges of the shipyard. "What's that long building over there?"
Jake was thoughtful. "Storage, I think."
Vegeta knew better than that. That's what the planet wanted them to think. "Not with those smokestacks it's not."
Vance knew what his prince was thinking. "Let me check." Vance pulled out a notebook.
Jake took that time talk. "The real estate possibilities are endless. Most of the yard we'll just level. I talked to a couple of developers, under the table, of course, and they said--" Vegeta glared at Jake, cutting off.
"You what?"
Jake was hesitant. "I talked to some developers about the land."
Napa laughed. "What kind of an idiot are you? You don't talk about this to anyone." Napa stated. It was confidential business.
"They're close friends, they'd never breathe a word --" Jake tried.
Napa turned to Vance. "Where did you dig this moron up?"
Vance decided it was in his best interest not to answer the rhetorical question Napa had directed towards him. "He's right, Jake, that was an incredibly stupid thing to do. It won't happen again, Prince Vegeta. I'll pull him off the project immediately."
The prince shook his head against the thought. "Don't bother."
"Nani?" Napa screamed.
As much as Vegeta hated to have to explain himself, he did so. "We don't have the time to bring someone new up to speed. Besides..." Vegeta turned to Jake. "You've already impressed everyone you need to, haven't you?" He muttered sarcastically.
Jake was ashamed. "It won't happen again, Prince Vegeta."
Vance took that time to inform the rest that he had found what he was looking for in his notebook. "This is interesting. That building is storage now, but it used to be a smelting plant. They closed it down after World War II." He said reading off of the paper.
Vegeta scoffed, there were still chances that this was a front. "I want our lawyers to check into the toxic waste licenses on them right away. I want to know if the permits are still valid and what kind of limits are on them."
Napa agreed fully with his prince. "Kami, yes. It's a long shot but if the permits are still in effect, they're worth a fortune." He pointed out.
Vegeta did not liked the turn that this conversation had taken. It was showing them that they might not e in the control they thought they were in and that worried the prince. "What time's diner tonight?"
"Eight o'clock. Draymen Heux is bringing his son. Very bright kid, watch yourself with him. Who's this girl you're taking?" Napa asked, curious beyond what he knew was his place.
"No one you know." Vegeta replied roughly letting Napa know to mind his own business. Vegeta sighed and leaned back on his leather chair. He rubbed his fingers to his temple, and then he wondered what that crazy onna was doing...
An elevator opened and Bulma walked out and surveyed the room nervously. Her hands fidgeting with the tip of her swaying tail. She walked towards the women's clothing section. Marron, a large friendly woman, spotted her and quickly approached the nervous woman.
Marron smiled. "You must be Bulma."
Bulma nodded, not wishing to speak.
"Let's look at you..." Marron said mainly to herself as she made Bulma take a spin around. She stepped back and regarded Bulma with a professional eye. "Where are you from, dear?"
Bulma paused for a moment before answering. "Chino."
Marron held in a gasp. "No wonder. For starts, you should know that hot pants are horrid, even when you do have the legs to carry them off. What are your plans while you're in town?"
Bulma was pensive for a moment, and then she remembered that Vegeta had said something about dinner that night. "Well...I might be going out to dinner."
Marron eyed Bulma once more. "You'll want a cocktail dress then. Turn." Bulma did as asked. "You have a beautiful figure. A little too out in the open but simply lovely. Size six? Do you need shoes?"
"I dunno. Do thigh high, leather boots go with a cocktail dress?" Bulma asked as innocently as she could muster.
Marron nearly gasped, she turned and called out, "Philip! We'll need shoes!" Then, Marron led Bulma towards a rack of dresses; she pulled out a very simple black number. "Your uncle will like this." Marron said happily, obviously proud of her work.
Bulma blushed a shade of furious red. "He's not really my uncle."
The older woman took Bulma by the arm and led her to the shoes department. "They never are, dear." She sighed.
Later that after noon, Kakkarot sat behind his desk writing out some forms. He looked up when his Saiyan senses felt someone else in the room. Just as he thought Bulma was standing there, a happy look on her face. She held up a garment bag.
"I got a dress!" Bulma beamed.
Kakkarot looked at her and said dryly. "I rather hoped you'd be wearing it."
"Naw, I didn't want to get it messed. Plus I got shoes too. Wanna see?" Bulma asked with enthusiasm swimming in her sweet voice.
"No that won't be necessary I'm sure they're quite lovely. Thank you." He said quickly trying to dismiss her from his office.
Bulma put on a soft pout on her thick lips. "I didn't mean to interrupt. It's just that they were real nice to me there. They treated me, you know... nice. Thanks, Kakkarot. You're cool."
Kakkarot smiled. "You're very welcome, Miss Bulma."
She smiled back at him, and then she turned and walked out of the room, with a soft bounce in her step. Kakkarot watched as Bulma turned and walks towards the elevator. The provocative way her hips move just naturally attracted the attention of many male Saiyans in the building; it brought a smile to Kakkarot's lips once more. When Bulma reached the elevator the white-gloved elevator operator literally leapt to press the elevator button for Bulma, who rewarded him with a happy smile. Kakkarot sighed; her stay at the estate would prove to be a most interesting one.
Bulma stepped out of the elevator and walked to the room she was now sharing with Vegeta. She pulled out a key from her boot and opened the heavy doors. Once the doors were open she could hair the phone was ringing, so she hurried to pick it up.
Bulma picked up the receiver and yelled into it "Hai?"
And yet, the phone kept on ringing--it had more than one line. Bulma frantically punched random buttons. "Moshi Moshi? Hai? Nani?" Bulma screamed; the ringing had finally stopped.
The man on the other end of the line laughed. He leaned back in his leather chair in the comfort of his own private office. The man answered the frantic Saiyan, "Never ever pick up the phone." He ordered.
Bulma narrowed her eyes; it was Vegeta at the other end of the line. How dare he scare her like that. She sighed and replied. "Then why are you calling?"
Vegeta ignored her request. "Did you buy clothes."
Bulma smiled on her end of the line. "I got a dress, a cocktail one."
"Just one? Kami...I hope it's appropriate." Vegeta muttered mainly to himself. He took a sip of his drink that rested on his desk.
Bulma decided it was her turn to have fun. "It's very tasteful. I think you'll especially like the zipper in the crotch." There was an unearthly silence on the other end of the line. "I'm joking."
Vegeta was all but pleased. "Let's hope so. You'll get some more clothes tomorrow. I'll be pushed for time so meet me in the Estate lobby at seven forty-five sharp. Got it?"
The blue haired Saiyan scoffed. "No, I don't "got it." Even the thugs back in Chino come to the door when they're taking you on a date."
"This isn't a date, It's business." Vegeta retorted.
"Go by yourself then." Bulma dared. She crossed her arms holding the phone in one hand. When she noticed that Vegeta had stayed silence she spoke. "Oi, you take things so seriously. So where are you taking me anyway?
"The Rex." Vegeta replied.
Bulma liked the sound of that name. "Any good?"
"I think you'll approve." Vegeta stated to her.
Bulma was silent for a moment. "...All right. I'll meet you in the lobby. But only cause you're paying me to." She countered sweetly.
"Demo Arigatou!" Vegeta said, the sarcasm dripping from each of his accented words.
Bulma hung up the phone very softly afraid that she would do something to harm it. The minute the phone had touched down on the other end, the phone rang again. Bulma, very carefully, punched the flashing button she had last time and picked up the phone.
"Moshi Moshi?" She questioned into the phone.
"I thought I told you not to pick up the phone." Vegeta scolded on the other end of the phone.
Bulma was livid with anger and some amusement. "Oooh!" She hissed into the phone and hung it up on Vegeta's face.
On his end of the phone Vegeta noticed that the line was dead now. Vegeta hung up the phone. As he leaned back on the chair behind him he smiled to himself. That stupid onna...his stupid onna...Vegeta then wondered to himself, what that night would bring.
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Pretty Onna. Chapter Six
Bulma looked in the mirror one last time before she walked completely out of the estate room. She straightened out her skirt and pulled her tube top well over her full breasts, she didn't want anything to slip out. As she turned to walk away she noticed something red on her shoulder area close to her neck. Bulma brought her fingers to the area; she flinched when pain rocked through that region of her neck and shoulder. That was one hell of a bite mark.
'What the fuck?' Bulma thought to herself as she tried to finger the bite once more, without that much pressure. She sighed. 'Fucking bugs on Vegetasei!' she cursed in her mind. 'They're the size of Kami-damned wrestlers.'
Bulma dismissed the bite on her neck as that, simply a big mark. When she couldn't have been further from the truth.
When Bulma came out of the elevator and crossed the lobby, it was later that day, and of course she was back in her hooker clothes. In her tall black high-heeled boots she turned to the front desk and left an envelope with the lady there.
"Hey I'm leaving this for Chi-Chi Mau." Bulma said leaning over the desk.
The woman eyed Bulma through her thick glasses then looked down at the envelope. "Yes ma'am."
Bulma raised an eyebrow. "Don't open that."
"No ma'am."
Bulma nodded in satisfaction then turned once more and walked out of the estate, right by the estate manager. As she walked out of the front door the man stared at Bulma in surprise and displeasure.
"Ms. Whillser, do you know that lady?" The man asked.
She shook her head. "No sir."
The manager shook his head; he made it a point to talk to her when she got back into the Estate.
Once outside walking down Imperial drive Bulma looked wide-eyed and delighted as she passed store windows. Each display was more beautiful and expensive than the last. She smiled almost as brightly as the diamonds in the windows.
Bulma is also aware that she is getting odd looks from people that are walking by her. They were some of the most rich and dignified Saiyans on Vegetasei. Two beautiful dressed girls, about Bulma's own age looked at her, turned away and giggled. The uniformed guards that stood at attention in front of many of the stores stared at her suspiciously.
Feeling more and more uncomfortable, Bulma came to a posh woman's boutique. Bulma looked around for a moment; she was hesitating for a moment. Then, taking a deep breath of air, she entered.
Bulma was no sooner in the door than she was subject to the disapproving stare of a saleswoman standing behind the counter. The woman looked over Bulma's hooker clothing. It was obvious to that woman that Bulma was a 'working girl'. The saleswoman did not want others in the store to get the wrong impression of what kinda of establishment this was. The sooner Bulma was out the better. Bulma's coloring only earned her more looks in the store, possibly more than her clothing. There was no Saiyan under the sight of Kami that was naturally born blue. The saleswoman was puzzled. Was that girl Saiyan? Upon taking note of Bulma's blue tail swaying behind her softly the woman was answered. She rolled her eyes; no Saiyan was born blue, there was no way. That girl had to have had dyed her hair. The blue Saiyan was only a legend...
The woman walked to call security and kick Bulma out of her store, she figured that Bulma wanted nothing than to steal. Since she didn't seem to have enough money to even breathe the air in the store. However once the woman noticed that Bulma had a serious intent on shopping there, she took matters into her own hands.
She walked over to Bulma, still eyeing her well. "May I help you?" Inquired the other Saiyan woman cooly.
Bulma did her best to ignore the hostility in the older woman's voice. "Nope, I'm just checking things out." Replied Bulma with a total sincerity in her voice.
Leaving the woman behind her, Bulma tiptoed through the shop as if it were filled with delicate glass objects, scared that she might brake something. Bulma looked around; she was trying to find a dress that she knew Vegeta would love. Then again, it had to be 'classy' so it made the job harder for her. Bulma look her eyes off of a revealing black mini dress. Bulma turned, and then she cautiously examined a dress that looked somewhat decent. The Saleswoman quickly came around the counter and approached Bulma.
"Are you looking for something in particular?" The saleswoman asked the younger Saiyan of obviously lower class.
Bulma faced the falsely blonde woman. "Hai. Something...conservative."
Taking another look at Bulma the saleswoman nodded. "Hai..." She could see why this girl needed something conservative.
Bulma had had the last straw with that woman. She was getting tired of that tone of voice. However this one was slightly different; Bulma eyed the Saleswoman, puzzled at her tone. Decided that it wasn't time for her temper Bulma examined a different dress.
Trying to be polite Bulma said, "You have beautiful things." There was no answer. Irritated Bulma did her best to hold her anger. "How much is this?" She asked trying to move on.
The blonde Saiyan rolled her eyes; as if that odd little girl could afford that dress. The dress cost more money then the little girl had seen in her life, figured the woman. "I don't think it would fit you."
Bulma was beginning to get the drift. "Well, I didn't ask if it would fit. I asked how much it was."
Knowing that if she was crude the other people would start to stare, the saleswoman bluntly said, "It's very expensive."
Bulma's body tensed as she stared at the saleswoman in front of her. Bulma's tale found it's way around her waist, tightly wrapping around her slender waist. Bulma couldn't hold her temper anymore; she unleashed part of the rage growing in her. "What is with you?"
The saleswoman held in her laugh due to the expression on Bulma's face. Unblinking, the woman asked, "Excuse me?"
Bulma placed her hands on her hips. "I don't think I will." Bulma snapped, then she glared at the woman. "I'm going to spend money."
"I don't think we have anything for you here. You're obviously in the wrong place. Please leave." The woman said, knowing that she had set Bulma in her place.
Sadly, she was right. Bulma was speechless. She turned and stomped towards the door. She stopped and spun around staring at the Saleswoman. Bulma drew her arm up and flipped the woman off. She threw the door open and stormed outside. The Saleswoman held in her laughter with a smirk and then calmly strolled back to her counter and returned to her place.
Once Bulma was out onto the street she stood there for a moment looking around, lost. She took an intense breath, trying to control herself. Two elder women in elegant designer outfits, strolled by, eyeing Bulma as if she were a freak due to her coloring and clothing. For the first time in her life Bulma was aware of how much attention she attracted. Back home she wouldn't have been considered different, there were many different colored Saiyans were. But here, things were different. Bulma suddenly felt naked. She turned and hurried back to the estate. She had been right, she should've stayed at the estate.
Later that day, Bulma entered the lobby of the estate with a sea of emotions raging in her. She was upset, nervous and paranoid. She felt a sudden rush of emptiness in her stomach at the sight of all the luxury around her. Bulma knew that it was all too much for her to bear at the moment. She hurried towards the elevators, trying to get back into her room as fast as she could.
At the front desk, the estate manager noticed her again. He crossed the lobby and deftly cut her off from the elevators.
He eyed Bulma with care as if she were going to attack him at any given moment. "May I help you Miss?"
Bulma stopped, practically shaking with terror. "I'm just going to my room."
The older man raised an eyebrow at her statement. "You're a guest here?"
Bulma looked down at her clothes, she knew that she must have been a sight to behold. "I'm--I'm with a friend."
"And who might that be?" He inquired from her.
Bulma knew that if she said that she was with prince Vegeta they would have thought her to be crazy. "I...Vegeta..." Bulma's face suddenly filled with confusion, she needed someone to back up her statement. She spotted that the elevator had opened and the operator from the night before. "He knows me." She yelled out without thinking twice.
The manager turned and eyed the operator curiously. The operator looked back at them innocently. With a smooth gesture the older man waved the operator over. "Dennis." He paused to look at Bulma. "Do you know this young lady?"
The Operator nodded, too confused to do anything else. "S-she's with Prince Vegeta."
Suddenly the manager's face took on a look of utter surprise. "Prince Vegeta?"
Bulma smiled. "Prince Vegeta, thanks Dennis." She turned to walk towards the now open elevator.
"Evidently she joined him last night." Dennis said.
The manager left Dennis' side for a moment and walked towards Bulma. Bulma was then confused and irritated. "Oi Kami, what now? Nani? What is with everyone?"
"Why don't you come with me. We'll chat for just a moment." The manager cut her off and led her by the arm into his off.
Upon entrance into a richly furnished office, the manager placed Bulma in a comfortable chair and then leaned against the edge of his desk.
"What's your name?" He asked her condescendingly.
Bulma smiled for a fraction of a second. "What do you want it to be."
The manager narrowed his black eyes at her. "Don't toy with me young lady."
"Bulma." She sighed heavily.
"My name is Kakkarot." He paused. "I am the manager of the estate." Kakkarot took another pause, however Bulma said nothing in the time of conversational silence. "Well, Miss Bulma...things that go on in other Estates don't happen at the Velchenzo Estate."
Bulma still said nothing.
"Prince Vegeta, however, is a very special customer. And we like to think of our special customers as friends. As a customer, we would expect Prince Vegeta to sign in any additional guests. But as a friend, we're willing to overlook it, I'm assuming you're a... relative?" Kakkarot asked indicating that it was in her best interest to agree.
Bulma found herself nodding.
Kakkarot nodded at her. "I thought so. You must be his...?"
Bulma looked at him for a moment in confusion and then answered, "Niece?" very insecurely.
Kakkarot however, took that as answer." Of course. Naturally when Prince Vegeta leaves, I won't see you in this Estate again."
Bulma bit her lower lip, trying to keep herself from crying or screaming, or both.
"Good. We understand one another. I would also encourage you to dress in a more appropriate manner. That will be all." he said somberly dismissing her.
Bulma's face screwed up once more as she bit harder on her lip while she tried hard not to cry. "No that is not all. That's what I was trying to do. I went out today on Imperial drive to by a dress and the women wouldn't help me. I want you to help now that I have all of this." Bulma couldn't help it, the tears came.
Bulma pulled out the money Vegeta gave her. She dropped it on the desk. Bulma was going to attempt to go on, but she couldn't. Kakkarot politely glanced at the money. He unfolded it, smoothed it and hands it back to her. He sighed, then he picked up the phone.
Bulma was suddenly scared. "Oi, if you are calling the cops...you know what fine, tell them I said hi." Bulma said deciding that whatever happened next, happened.
Kakkarot paid no attention to Bulma for the time being. He spoke into the phone. "Women's clothing." There was a beat of silence. "Marron, please."
Bulma is sat in utter bewilderment, glaring at him, her profound blue eyes rocked with tears and shame.
"Marron, hello, this is Kakkarot over at Velchenzo Estate." There was another moment of silence and then Kakkarot laughed. "Well, thank you, that's flattering. I'd like to ask a favor of you. I'm going to send someone over. Her name is Bulma. She's a guest of ours. She's the niece of a very special guest."
He glanced at Bulma. With those simple words, he made her feel better.
In an office of downtown Vegetasei, Vegeta, Vance, Napa and Jake looked at some slides on a projector. They looked over the empty shipyard as Vance described it.
Vance pointed at the screen. "Okay... this is the jewel in Draymen Heux's crown. We can strip out all the heavy equipment. Some of the cranes are very valuable overseas. The Japanese are salivating for them."
Napa walked in front of Vegeta. "Mainly the prime industrial property straddling the Port of Long Beach. It gives me a hard-on." Napa joked.
Vegeta paid no attention to his assistant and the pointed toward one of the edges of the shipyard. "What's that long building over there?"
Jake was thoughtful. "Storage, I think."
Vegeta knew better than that. That's what the planet wanted them to think. "Not with those smokestacks it's not."
Vance knew what his prince was thinking. "Let me check." Vance pulled out a notebook.
Jake took that time talk. "The real estate possibilities are endless. Most of the yard we'll just level. I talked to a couple of developers, under the table, of course, and they said--" Vegeta glared at Jake, cutting off.
"You what?"
Jake was hesitant. "I talked to some developers about the land."
Napa laughed. "What kind of an idiot are you? You don't talk about this to anyone." Napa stated. It was confidential business.
"They're close friends, they'd never breathe a word --" Jake tried.
Napa turned to Vance. "Where did you dig this moron up?"
Vance decided it was in his best interest not to answer the rhetorical question Napa had directed towards him. "He's right, Jake, that was an incredibly stupid thing to do. It won't happen again, Prince Vegeta. I'll pull him off the project immediately."
The prince shook his head against the thought. "Don't bother."
"Nani?" Napa screamed.
As much as Vegeta hated to have to explain himself, he did so. "We don't have the time to bring someone new up to speed. Besides..." Vegeta turned to Jake. "You've already impressed everyone you need to, haven't you?" He muttered sarcastically.
Jake was ashamed. "It won't happen again, Prince Vegeta."
Vance took that time to inform the rest that he had found what he was looking for in his notebook. "This is interesting. That building is storage now, but it used to be a smelting plant. They closed it down after World War II." He said reading off of the paper.
Vegeta scoffed, there were still chances that this was a front. "I want our lawyers to check into the toxic waste licenses on them right away. I want to know if the permits are still valid and what kind of limits are on them."
Napa agreed fully with his prince. "Kami, yes. It's a long shot but if the permits are still in effect, they're worth a fortune." He pointed out.
Vegeta did not liked the turn that this conversation had taken. It was showing them that they might not e in the control they thought they were in and that worried the prince. "What time's diner tonight?"
"Eight o'clock. Draymen Heux is bringing his son. Very bright kid, watch yourself with him. Who's this girl you're taking?" Napa asked, curious beyond what he knew was his place.
"No one you know." Vegeta replied roughly letting Napa know to mind his own business. Vegeta sighed and leaned back on his leather chair. He rubbed his fingers to his temple, and then he wondered what that crazy onna was doing...
An elevator opened and Bulma walked out and surveyed the room nervously. Her hands fidgeting with the tip of her swaying tail. She walked towards the women's clothing section. Marron, a large friendly woman, spotted her and quickly approached the nervous woman.
Marron smiled. "You must be Bulma."
Bulma nodded, not wishing to speak.
"Let's look at you..." Marron said mainly to herself as she made Bulma take a spin around. She stepped back and regarded Bulma with a professional eye. "Where are you from, dear?"
Bulma paused for a moment before answering. "Chino."
Marron held in a gasp. "No wonder. For starts, you should know that hot pants are horrid, even when you do have the legs to carry them off. What are your plans while you're in town?"
Bulma was pensive for a moment, and then she remembered that Vegeta had said something about dinner that night. "Well...I might be going out to dinner."
Marron eyed Bulma once more. "You'll want a cocktail dress then. Turn." Bulma did as asked. "You have a beautiful figure. A little too out in the open but simply lovely. Size six? Do you need shoes?"
"I dunno. Do thigh high, leather boots go with a cocktail dress?" Bulma asked as innocently as she could muster.
Marron nearly gasped, she turned and called out, "Philip! We'll need shoes!" Then, Marron led Bulma towards a rack of dresses; she pulled out a very simple black number. "Your uncle will like this." Marron said happily, obviously proud of her work.
Bulma blushed a shade of furious red. "He's not really my uncle."
The older woman took Bulma by the arm and led her to the shoes department. "They never are, dear." She sighed.
Later that after noon, Kakkarot sat behind his desk writing out some forms. He looked up when his Saiyan senses felt someone else in the room. Just as he thought Bulma was standing there, a happy look on her face. She held up a garment bag.
"I got a dress!" Bulma beamed.
Kakkarot looked at her and said dryly. "I rather hoped you'd be wearing it."
"Naw, I didn't want to get it messed. Plus I got shoes too. Wanna see?" Bulma asked with enthusiasm swimming in her sweet voice.
"No that won't be necessary I'm sure they're quite lovely. Thank you." He said quickly trying to dismiss her from his office.
Bulma put on a soft pout on her thick lips. "I didn't mean to interrupt. It's just that they were real nice to me there. They treated me, you know... nice. Thanks, Kakkarot. You're cool."
Kakkarot smiled. "You're very welcome, Miss Bulma."
She smiled back at him, and then she turned and walked out of the room, with a soft bounce in her step. Kakkarot watched as Bulma turned and walks towards the elevator. The provocative way her hips move just naturally attracted the attention of many male Saiyans in the building; it brought a smile to Kakkarot's lips once more. When Bulma reached the elevator the white-gloved elevator operator literally leapt to press the elevator button for Bulma, who rewarded him with a happy smile. Kakkarot sighed; her stay at the estate would prove to be a most interesting one.
Bulma stepped out of the elevator and walked to the room she was now sharing with Vegeta. She pulled out a key from her boot and opened the heavy doors. Once the doors were open she could hair the phone was ringing, so she hurried to pick it up.
Bulma picked up the receiver and yelled into it "Hai?"
And yet, the phone kept on ringing--it had more than one line. Bulma frantically punched random buttons. "Moshi Moshi? Hai? Nani?" Bulma screamed; the ringing had finally stopped.
The man on the other end of the line laughed. He leaned back in his leather chair in the comfort of his own private office. The man answered the frantic Saiyan, "Never ever pick up the phone." He ordered.
Bulma narrowed her eyes; it was Vegeta at the other end of the line. How dare he scare her like that. She sighed and replied. "Then why are you calling?"
Vegeta ignored her request. "Did you buy clothes."
Bulma smiled on her end of the line. "I got a dress, a cocktail one."
"Just one? Kami...I hope it's appropriate." Vegeta muttered mainly to himself. He took a sip of his drink that rested on his desk.
Bulma decided it was her turn to have fun. "It's very tasteful. I think you'll especially like the zipper in the crotch." There was an unearthly silence on the other end of the line. "I'm joking."
Vegeta was all but pleased. "Let's hope so. You'll get some more clothes tomorrow. I'll be pushed for time so meet me in the Estate lobby at seven forty-five sharp. Got it?"
The blue haired Saiyan scoffed. "No, I don't "got it." Even the thugs back in Chino come to the door when they're taking you on a date."
"This isn't a date, It's business." Vegeta retorted.
"Go by yourself then." Bulma dared. She crossed her arms holding the phone in one hand. When she noticed that Vegeta had stayed silence she spoke. "Oi, you take things so seriously. So where are you taking me anyway?
"The Rex." Vegeta replied.
Bulma liked the sound of that name. "Any good?"
"I think you'll approve." Vegeta stated to her.
Bulma was silent for a moment. "...All right. I'll meet you in the lobby. But only cause you're paying me to." She countered sweetly.
"Demo Arigatou!" Vegeta said, the sarcasm dripping from each of his accented words.
Bulma hung up the phone very softly afraid that she would do something to harm it. The minute the phone had touched down on the other end, the phone rang again. Bulma, very carefully, punched the flashing button she had last time and picked up the phone.
"Moshi Moshi?" She questioned into the phone.
"I thought I told you not to pick up the phone." Vegeta scolded on the other end of the phone.
Bulma was livid with anger and some amusement. "Oooh!" She hissed into the phone and hung it up on Vegeta's face.
On his end of the phone Vegeta noticed that the line was dead now. Vegeta hung up the phone. As he leaned back on the chair behind him he smiled to himself. That stupid onna...his stupid onna...Vegeta then wondered to himself, what that night would bring.