K, first thanks to all who reviewed and who told me where to find the story
I was looking for. Sigh now for the bad news. No offers on this chapter
so you'll all just have to suffer with me. Now don't all run away in fear,
I'll try to make this as painless as possible. rubs hands together haha!
Let's see what we can do here…
Chapter 7
Bulma awoke the next morning and rolled out of bed, literally, depositing herself on the ground. For some reason she felt refreshed, maybe it was her deep, restful sleep. Giddy, she rolled about on the floor in her sheets and stretched out on the carpet. Soon her mother entered. "Bulma, what are you doing?" "Nothing, Mom." "Well, if you don't get up soon, you'll be late." Bulma looked up at her clock and screamed. "SHIT!!!" "Bulma…language," Mrs. Briefs chastised. "Sorry, Mom," Bulma apologized from inside her walk-in closet. She quickly pulled on her work clothes and nearly bowled her mother over trying to leave. "No breakfast this morning. I've got to go now!" Bulma took one last look at her watch before vaulting out the room. She ran so fast that she didn't even notice the Saiyajin Prince feasting in the kitchen. She simply ran past him and out into the sunlight.
After three hours, Bulma went into her father's office. "I'm finished, father." He looked over his open folder briefly. He nodded curtly then resumed his work. "Is there anything else?" she inquired. After staring at her for a few moments, he motioned for her to sit in one of the plush chairs in front of his desk. "Bulma…" he began. "As your father who cares very much, I am very disturbed by your behavior of late." Bulma quirked her head. He sighed impatiently, "You know, Bulma, the violent outbursts of yours are becoming more frequent." "I've just been tired…" "Not just recently, but most times Bulma, your behavior is just unacceptable. Especially if you expect to take over the company someday." "Okay, I'll try harder…" He nodded in agreement. "You do that, dear. On another subject, I spotted on the kitchen counter the other day…" "My folders?" "If you're having problems, Bulma…" "No, Dad. I was just feeling lonely. It'll pass." "Be sure that it does," he warned in a dark tone. "I cannot—will not have someone else's child scampering about." "I thought it would be nice—" "Bulma, when will things stop being about you? Can you consider the world for a change?" "Well, adopting a child would…" "Enough of this nonsense. I simply will not do." "But what if I want a child?" "I said the subject is closed." "I'm old enough to make decisions, you know." "Not when it concerns a step such as this. Get a grip, Bulma." Bulma looked down at her hands in her lap, trying to hold back tears. They were not tears of sadness, however, but tears of frustration. "One more thing before you go…" She looked up. "Yes, Daddy?" "Try and be nicer to Vejita." "Excuse me?" she screeched while pushing her chair back full force. "Quiet! Things would be easier for the company and for ME, if you did not torment him so." "ME torment HIM?" "Well, he seems to break things just to spite you and I seem to have to fix it." "I do too!" "That's it, Bulma. I'm too tired and worn to deal with you. Please leave." Bulma made to leave and was about to snatch up her report when Bulma's father looked up at her. "Leave the report." She shrugged savagely and left.
It was ten at night and Bulma shut off the main power to the compound, leaving the reserve boxes to fend for themselves. She heard the telltale buzzing of the reserve cubicles as she flipped the main switch, and satisfied with the security, she walked back up from the basement. She hoisted her body onto the breakfast bar and opened her secret pint of rocky road ice cream. She began digging in ravenously as she perused a magazine by a small lamp placed on the counter.
Presently, she went upstairs and brought down her stack of profiles…again. She just couldn't make up her find. What kind of child did she want? Boy or girl? Baby or already grown a bit? What ethnicity? Did she want it to look like her…at least a little bit? She had narrowed down certain choices: using her preferences and taking into account that this child would be the future heir of Capsule Corporation. There were now three choices: a boy (for she desperately wanted a little boy) of about five years with chocolate brown hair and green eyes. He had a sweet round face and his two front teeth were missing (adorable!!!). The second choice was a little curly teal-headed girl with brown eyes. She had tested high on a intelligence test, higher than the boy but she thought that having a little boy would keep her from wanting to fraternize with "the enemy" mainly men. The last choice was a baby boy with dark black hair and tan skin. He was only a few months old. Of course, it would be nothing like carrying the child within her, bonding with it, you may say, or giving birth to it. Pain was no problem if it was to bring life into the world. Bulma sighed and looked back through the three portfolios. She had long since finished her pint of rocky road and was sipping a cocktail. The flute gracefully wrapped by her fingers. She leaned against a wall in the near darkness. She had been staring at those damn pictures and logs of information for nearly two hours and she couldn't figure it out. Why couldn't she just pick one?
Vejita entered the house at about ten that night. His stomach growled furiously but he ignored it for the time being as he went upstairs to take a shower. Coming down a half an hour later, he reached out to snatch a fruit from the bowl on the counter. He chewed on it thoughtfully. He walked into the living room, not noticing Bulma sitting there, still pondering her dilemma. She sipped her wine, savoring the flavor in the back of her mouth. It was slightly sour, still fine, not the best year but it wasn't that important. Looking up from one of the portfolios, she noticed the freshly showered Saiyajin moving towards the armchair in front of the TV. He turned it on watching some stupid wrestling match. Men, that was all they were interesting in. She sighed, annoyed and looked back down. The Saiyajin turned his head, half amused, then continued to watch The Rock put a headlock on some guy with way too much hair for his own good.
"Woman… what are you doing?"
"None of your business."
"Well, if you keep making those irritating noises, it is my business. You're ruining the show."
"Oh, I'm sorry, your Highness," she retorted in a mocking tone.
"Apology accepted," he smirked.
She grunted then tossed one of the portfolios over her shoulder onto the ground behind. "That's out," she commented to herself. "Talking to yourself again?" She stood up abruptly, the rest of the folders sliding from her lap to the ground. "That's it. What is your problem?" "Besides you?" "Okay, I'm trying to make important life decisions here…" "As if that," he pointed to the folders, "was an important life decision. Try saving a planet." "Oh so just because I don't get all disgusting and gross and sweaty like you, does not mean my life is any less important." "Of, course it does," he sneered. "Why are you doing this?" He looked at her with a cold yet confused glance. "I know how you get your jollies," she gritted in a hard voice. "By making other people miserable, just like yourself." "You have no idea what you're talking about!" "Oh, don't I? Who has the Ph.D. here, buddy?" "And which one of us is actually a self- centered bitch?" "How dare you!" "What, tell you the truth?" "Argh!" She whirled around and stomped out of the room, leaving Vejita chuckling with victory.
Bulma came out of her bedroom. Glancing at the wall clock, she read that it was near two in the morning. "Oh, fuck…" she cursed silently as she edged down the hall. The light from the refrigerator was blinding as she opened it and the bright white lights flooded her sight. She grabbed a bottle of water and headed to the back porch door. Swinging on a hammock, she sipped at the bottle and looked up at the stars. The wind gently played with her wavy blue hair then died. God, it's hotter than Hell tonight. She held a series of crashing noises that came from around the corner. Startled, she almost fell from the hammock but caught herself. Damn it, Vejita. She leaned back into the hammock and waited for the crashes to resume. She knew that Vejita was training hard to beat the Androids. Not for himself, but for who? When he had agreed in his non- verbal way to help, she had been surprised. I mean, didn't he want Earth destroyed? Then why not let someone else do it for him? Simple answer: 'Because woman, I want the satisfaction of doing it myself!' 'That still doesn't answer my question…' He had growled and stomped off like he usually did. God, that man is so predictable. She got up from the hammock, pulling her robe tighter. She stepped off onto the wet full grass and walked around the corner to watch the havoc Vejita was wrecking on her father's pride and joy. "Geez, Vejita, just give up…" she whispered to no one.
1 Wanna live forever
Bulma heard the power turning off in the gravity capsule so she was quick to try make an exit. If Vejita finds me spying on him, I'll never hear the end of it. Well, I wasn't really spying… Curiosity, yeah. Bulma nodded to herself as she rounded the corner of the building. She felt herself walk into something hard. (always happens… don't it? ^_~) "Geez, who put a wall here?" she mumbled. She felt someone grab her arm. "A little late for you to be out…or should I say early?" "God, Vejita, you scared the shit out of me!" "And rightly so. You should always be afraid." "Oh, yeah, afraid of you? Riiiiight." She rolled her eyes and went to walk around him. Surprisingly, she didn't get far as he had never let go of her arm. "Vejita, let go," she demanded. "What's wrong? Sick of spying? Can't stay out and play?" he smirked. Bulma grew red and tried to kick him in the shin. "Damn it. I was NOT spying on you! I was hot, I came outside, YOU just happened to be here." Vejita put a finger to her lips. "Shh…woman. Not so loud. If someone finds out of here…." He leaned into her ear and whispered, "People will say we're in love…" Bulma growled and pushed herself away from him. "I don't think so, buddy." Vejita just chuckled and pushed her up against the wall. "I had a very hard night of training. You just might be the therapy I need…" "You wouldn't" Bulma hissed. Vejita curled his lip. "You're right. I wouldn't. You're disgusting, woman. Now get out of my sight." "Excuse me? I am NOT disgusting, you asshole!" He put a finger to her lips once more. "Tsk. Tsk. No more from your loud mouth." "Vejita," she hissed, her voice laced with venom. "I doubt you'd know what to do with a woman if I handed you a goddamn manual." Vejita chuckled. "Care to find out." "Ugh! Spare me!" "You're too weak anyway, woman." Bulma stared at him. Fuck…why do I feel like crying? It's not Vejita, I know… It's something else. "Let me go, Vejita. I have things to do." "Oh yes, like finding a child stupid enough to be raised by you. "You really are weak, woman."
2 Wanna be like you, just as weak as you are
"No, Vejita. You're weak…"
Weak as you are...
Okay… I was gonna do a lemon… then I thought the better of it. Please tell me or I'll put the lemon in the next chapter. Eek! Are you ready? Or should we all just use our imaginations? Thanks for you reviews. Sorry this is late…okay, REALLY late. My brain stopped functioning. I had Aps and crap like that…no excuse really. I was just avoiding confrontation… damn…
Chapter 7
Bulma awoke the next morning and rolled out of bed, literally, depositing herself on the ground. For some reason she felt refreshed, maybe it was her deep, restful sleep. Giddy, she rolled about on the floor in her sheets and stretched out on the carpet. Soon her mother entered. "Bulma, what are you doing?" "Nothing, Mom." "Well, if you don't get up soon, you'll be late." Bulma looked up at her clock and screamed. "SHIT!!!" "Bulma…language," Mrs. Briefs chastised. "Sorry, Mom," Bulma apologized from inside her walk-in closet. She quickly pulled on her work clothes and nearly bowled her mother over trying to leave. "No breakfast this morning. I've got to go now!" Bulma took one last look at her watch before vaulting out the room. She ran so fast that she didn't even notice the Saiyajin Prince feasting in the kitchen. She simply ran past him and out into the sunlight.
After three hours, Bulma went into her father's office. "I'm finished, father." He looked over his open folder briefly. He nodded curtly then resumed his work. "Is there anything else?" she inquired. After staring at her for a few moments, he motioned for her to sit in one of the plush chairs in front of his desk. "Bulma…" he began. "As your father who cares very much, I am very disturbed by your behavior of late." Bulma quirked her head. He sighed impatiently, "You know, Bulma, the violent outbursts of yours are becoming more frequent." "I've just been tired…" "Not just recently, but most times Bulma, your behavior is just unacceptable. Especially if you expect to take over the company someday." "Okay, I'll try harder…" He nodded in agreement. "You do that, dear. On another subject, I spotted on the kitchen counter the other day…" "My folders?" "If you're having problems, Bulma…" "No, Dad. I was just feeling lonely. It'll pass." "Be sure that it does," he warned in a dark tone. "I cannot—will not have someone else's child scampering about." "I thought it would be nice—" "Bulma, when will things stop being about you? Can you consider the world for a change?" "Well, adopting a child would…" "Enough of this nonsense. I simply will not do." "But what if I want a child?" "I said the subject is closed." "I'm old enough to make decisions, you know." "Not when it concerns a step such as this. Get a grip, Bulma." Bulma looked down at her hands in her lap, trying to hold back tears. They were not tears of sadness, however, but tears of frustration. "One more thing before you go…" She looked up. "Yes, Daddy?" "Try and be nicer to Vejita." "Excuse me?" she screeched while pushing her chair back full force. "Quiet! Things would be easier for the company and for ME, if you did not torment him so." "ME torment HIM?" "Well, he seems to break things just to spite you and I seem to have to fix it." "I do too!" "That's it, Bulma. I'm too tired and worn to deal with you. Please leave." Bulma made to leave and was about to snatch up her report when Bulma's father looked up at her. "Leave the report." She shrugged savagely and left.
It was ten at night and Bulma shut off the main power to the compound, leaving the reserve boxes to fend for themselves. She heard the telltale buzzing of the reserve cubicles as she flipped the main switch, and satisfied with the security, she walked back up from the basement. She hoisted her body onto the breakfast bar and opened her secret pint of rocky road ice cream. She began digging in ravenously as she perused a magazine by a small lamp placed on the counter.
Presently, she went upstairs and brought down her stack of profiles…again. She just couldn't make up her find. What kind of child did she want? Boy or girl? Baby or already grown a bit? What ethnicity? Did she want it to look like her…at least a little bit? She had narrowed down certain choices: using her preferences and taking into account that this child would be the future heir of Capsule Corporation. There were now three choices: a boy (for she desperately wanted a little boy) of about five years with chocolate brown hair and green eyes. He had a sweet round face and his two front teeth were missing (adorable!!!). The second choice was a little curly teal-headed girl with brown eyes. She had tested high on a intelligence test, higher than the boy but she thought that having a little boy would keep her from wanting to fraternize with "the enemy" mainly men. The last choice was a baby boy with dark black hair and tan skin. He was only a few months old. Of course, it would be nothing like carrying the child within her, bonding with it, you may say, or giving birth to it. Pain was no problem if it was to bring life into the world. Bulma sighed and looked back through the three portfolios. She had long since finished her pint of rocky road and was sipping a cocktail. The flute gracefully wrapped by her fingers. She leaned against a wall in the near darkness. She had been staring at those damn pictures and logs of information for nearly two hours and she couldn't figure it out. Why couldn't she just pick one?
Vejita entered the house at about ten that night. His stomach growled furiously but he ignored it for the time being as he went upstairs to take a shower. Coming down a half an hour later, he reached out to snatch a fruit from the bowl on the counter. He chewed on it thoughtfully. He walked into the living room, not noticing Bulma sitting there, still pondering her dilemma. She sipped her wine, savoring the flavor in the back of her mouth. It was slightly sour, still fine, not the best year but it wasn't that important. Looking up from one of the portfolios, she noticed the freshly showered Saiyajin moving towards the armchair in front of the TV. He turned it on watching some stupid wrestling match. Men, that was all they were interesting in. She sighed, annoyed and looked back down. The Saiyajin turned his head, half amused, then continued to watch The Rock put a headlock on some guy with way too much hair for his own good.
"Woman… what are you doing?"
"None of your business."
"Well, if you keep making those irritating noises, it is my business. You're ruining the show."
"Oh, I'm sorry, your Highness," she retorted in a mocking tone.
"Apology accepted," he smirked.
She grunted then tossed one of the portfolios over her shoulder onto the ground behind. "That's out," she commented to herself. "Talking to yourself again?" She stood up abruptly, the rest of the folders sliding from her lap to the ground. "That's it. What is your problem?" "Besides you?" "Okay, I'm trying to make important life decisions here…" "As if that," he pointed to the folders, "was an important life decision. Try saving a planet." "Oh so just because I don't get all disgusting and gross and sweaty like you, does not mean my life is any less important." "Of, course it does," he sneered. "Why are you doing this?" He looked at her with a cold yet confused glance. "I know how you get your jollies," she gritted in a hard voice. "By making other people miserable, just like yourself." "You have no idea what you're talking about!" "Oh, don't I? Who has the Ph.D. here, buddy?" "And which one of us is actually a self- centered bitch?" "How dare you!" "What, tell you the truth?" "Argh!" She whirled around and stomped out of the room, leaving Vejita chuckling with victory.
Bulma came out of her bedroom. Glancing at the wall clock, she read that it was near two in the morning. "Oh, fuck…" she cursed silently as she edged down the hall. The light from the refrigerator was blinding as she opened it and the bright white lights flooded her sight. She grabbed a bottle of water and headed to the back porch door. Swinging on a hammock, she sipped at the bottle and looked up at the stars. The wind gently played with her wavy blue hair then died. God, it's hotter than Hell tonight. She held a series of crashing noises that came from around the corner. Startled, she almost fell from the hammock but caught herself. Damn it, Vejita. She leaned back into the hammock and waited for the crashes to resume. She knew that Vejita was training hard to beat the Androids. Not for himself, but for who? When he had agreed in his non- verbal way to help, she had been surprised. I mean, didn't he want Earth destroyed? Then why not let someone else do it for him? Simple answer: 'Because woman, I want the satisfaction of doing it myself!' 'That still doesn't answer my question…' He had growled and stomped off like he usually did. God, that man is so predictable. She got up from the hammock, pulling her robe tighter. She stepped off onto the wet full grass and walked around the corner to watch the havoc Vejita was wrecking on her father's pride and joy. "Geez, Vejita, just give up…" she whispered to no one.
1 Wanna live forever
Bulma heard the power turning off in the gravity capsule so she was quick to try make an exit. If Vejita finds me spying on him, I'll never hear the end of it. Well, I wasn't really spying… Curiosity, yeah. Bulma nodded to herself as she rounded the corner of the building. She felt herself walk into something hard. (always happens… don't it? ^_~) "Geez, who put a wall here?" she mumbled. She felt someone grab her arm. "A little late for you to be out…or should I say early?" "God, Vejita, you scared the shit out of me!" "And rightly so. You should always be afraid." "Oh, yeah, afraid of you? Riiiiight." She rolled her eyes and went to walk around him. Surprisingly, she didn't get far as he had never let go of her arm. "Vejita, let go," she demanded. "What's wrong? Sick of spying? Can't stay out and play?" he smirked. Bulma grew red and tried to kick him in the shin. "Damn it. I was NOT spying on you! I was hot, I came outside, YOU just happened to be here." Vejita put a finger to her lips. "Shh…woman. Not so loud. If someone finds out of here…." He leaned into her ear and whispered, "People will say we're in love…" Bulma growled and pushed herself away from him. "I don't think so, buddy." Vejita just chuckled and pushed her up against the wall. "I had a very hard night of training. You just might be the therapy I need…" "You wouldn't" Bulma hissed. Vejita curled his lip. "You're right. I wouldn't. You're disgusting, woman. Now get out of my sight." "Excuse me? I am NOT disgusting, you asshole!" He put a finger to her lips once more. "Tsk. Tsk. No more from your loud mouth." "Vejita," she hissed, her voice laced with venom. "I doubt you'd know what to do with a woman if I handed you a goddamn manual." Vejita chuckled. "Care to find out." "Ugh! Spare me!" "You're too weak anyway, woman." Bulma stared at him. Fuck…why do I feel like crying? It's not Vejita, I know… It's something else. "Let me go, Vejita. I have things to do." "Oh yes, like finding a child stupid enough to be raised by you. "You really are weak, woman."
2 Wanna be like you, just as weak as you are
"No, Vejita. You're weak…"
Weak as you are...
Okay… I was gonna do a lemon… then I thought the better of it. Please tell me or I'll put the lemon in the next chapter. Eek! Are you ready? Or should we all just use our imaginations? Thanks for you reviews. Sorry this is late…okay, REALLY late. My brain stopped functioning. I had Aps and crap like that…no excuse really. I was just avoiding confrontation… damn…