Chapter 3
Disclaimers: the orinigal Dragonball Characters are not mine.
Bulma's phone rang quietly as she left the club.
"Yes?" She asked curtly.
"The man has woken up."
"Alright. I'll be over in a second."
Bulma took her time. There was no need to rush over a country hick. She pulled out and drove to the hospital at a normal speed limit. As she was entering the Hospital, she got another call.
"What's this I hear about you picking up a country hick?"
' Ah yes, her head of security and manservant at her apartment, Robert; shrewd and loyal man. He was the only person she ever really talked to. He never questioned her methods, he gave good advice and he was completely loyal. '
"Sorry Robert, I'm going to be home a little late."
"Why?"
"Well, saving the locals is a great way to control the people. The press will eat it up. Anyways, you never know how you can make someone useful…"
"Well, don't hold up too long. Your dog has been asking for more crumbs."
"Which one?"
Robert glanced at the letter. "Edward."
Bulma snorted. "Fine. I'll be back before…" Bulma looked at her watch "5 tomorrow… tell him we'll have dinner at that… Italian restaurant…"
"Bella Mia."
"Sure, whatever."
"He's not stupid."
"Neither am I." Bulma retorted and she hung up.
~~~
Edward used a false voice of glee while he was told that he'd have dinner with Bulma tomorrow. As he talked on the phone with Robert, Edward was looking through Bulma's secret database.
'Ah… the perfect company, Dad will be thrilled.' Edward thought to himself.
~~~
"So how is our friend?"
"Fine, he had some water inhaled and he had a minor concussion. But other than that, he's fine." The Doctor replied.
Bulma gestured towards the room that the man was in. "Can I see him?"
"Oh yes, he just woke up."
Bulma nodded and entered the room.
Bulma smiled as the man. His ridiculous hair looked even more absurd with the bandages redirecting where they were sticking out. "Hello, my name is Bulma. May I ask who I've just saved?"
The man looked at her in a little confused way. He rubbed his head slightly. "Oh, my name is Son Goku."
"I see. Are you alright? Are your memories intact?"
Goku nodded.
"Good. I would suggest you stay in the hospital one more day." Even though Bulma noticed that Goku's bruises had miraculously healed within hours. 'Interesting…'
"Would you like to call your family?"
Goku nodded.
"Here's the phone." Bulma handed him her cell phone.
Goku called his family and told him that he was in the hospital and that he was alright.
"Thank you." Goku said with a kind smile as he handed Bulma her phone back.
Bulma plastered her nicest smile and said. "You're very welcome. I hope you recover soon. Is there anything else I can do to help you?"
Goku shook his head.
"Alright Goku." Bulma said in her dripping sweet voice as she patted his right hand. "If you'll excuse me. I'm going to go. But if you ever need help…" Bulma pulled out her business card. "Don't hesitate to call."
Goku nodded enthusiastically and Bulma left.
~~~
Bulma walked over to her two security guards, "I want you to set up surveillance equipment in his room. He's lucky I'm not locking him up like a lab rat. Find out where he lives and also bug his house. I want this guy watched closely. Neither of you are allowed to leave until you've finished this job."
One of her security men nodded in affirmation and the other sighed and nodded in defeat.
Bulma pulled the one that sighed and talked to him in private. "Jeffery, I know you wanted to make it for your son's 16th birthday. I'm sorry, but this is very important. But you know what? I'll make it up to both of you. I promise."
Jeffery sighed sadly, "okay boss."
Bulma nodded and patted his back.
Even though Jeffery was disappointed, he still did a good job and followed through.
For his 16th birthday Jeffery's son got a brand new top of the line mustang from his dad. For the rest of Jeffery's life, his son worshipped him and Jeffery never told his son that the car wasn't really from him.
~~~
Bulma sighed in a false happiness as she rested her head against Edward's shoulder. They had their own private booth in this quaint Italian restaurant, which was under the vines with blooming flowers and next to a peaceful fountain in the center.
"Darling," Bulma said in a soft husky voice. "This is so wonderful. I can't wait until the waiter starts to call me Mrs. Leveine (Edward's last name)"
"Oh, soon my princess. Soon. My father wants to have a meeting between us this Saturday. We're going to make our move."
"Yes." Bulma giggled happily (for different reasons), then her face changed to being annoyed. "I can't believe that my father still has seventy five percent ownership of the company even after he's been admitted into the asylum. My dear old dad doesn't know what he's doing."
"Yes my angel." Edward said endearingly, but his eyes gave away his true intentions. Bulma pretended not to notice and allowed him to think that he was the master of this game. " We'll finally be able to usurp our fathers soon."
Bulma dramatically flung herself into Edward and she cried out, "Oh I love you so much!"
Edward smiled evilly, 'too bad Bulma is too innocent to realize what I'm about to do. She's such a sweet girl. She'd make a nice mistress.'
~~~
Bulma groaned as she flopped herself into her couch. Kicking off her mutinous high heels that tortured her feet.
Robert laughed and shook is head. "Nice date."
"Horrible. I felt like a ditz."
"You're lucky you're a woman. Most men can't fake that."
"Yes… Edward should never be an actor. I could have sworn he almost turned into a snake several times. My mouth tastes nasty, can I have some scotch?"
Robert rolled his eyes as he picked up the items of clothing that Bulma tossed out onto the sofa and went to the bar to get her drink.
Bulma returned dressed in a blue dress shirt and black dress pants. "I hate women's clothing, you know that?"
Robert nodded and handed Bulma her drink.
"Thank you, just the way I like it… you know if you keep this up I might give you a raise."
Robert raised an eyebrow. "If I had a dollar for every time you said that to me, I'd be richer than you. Don't throw that B.S. at me. Out of the gazillion times you've said that, you've only given me a raise once a year and I'm happy with that."
Bulma nodded. "Good."
Robert threw his hands up in defeat. He knew she wasn't listening this time. "Was the date really 'that' bad?"
"He tried to 'invite' me over again. He's terrible in bed. Worse than Yamcha."
Robert laughed. "Wow. I didn't think that was possible… but then you're really picky."
"Who do you think is good in bed?"
"Maybe my secretary."
"But she's a girl."
"Men are always bad in bed."
"Even me?"
Bulma glared at Robert. "Don't cross that line."
"I know. I know. Just teasing."
"Trust me, you're the only one that's allowed to."
Bulma got up and handed Robert her empty glass. Then, Bulma casually strolled upstairs.
"I heard it's great in Kyoto this time of year." Robert commented as Bulma spun around in horror.
"What did my father do this time?!"
Robert shook his head. "Not your father. Remember the country Bumpkin?"
Robert went over to the table, picked up a yellow manila folder and handed it to Bulma. "The guys watching him found some interesting discoveries."
"Really?" Bulma smirked as she looked at the photos of Goku charging up.
"How powerful?"
"The number is on the back of the photo."
Bulma softly whistled when she saw the digits.
"What are you going to do with him?"
Bulma closed the folder and took it with her upstairs. "I'll sleep on it."
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Author's notes: okay... people might still be somewhat confused as to why I made Bulma this evil. I'll go even further in depth later...But my explanation is that: If you think about it, how come Bulma is the richest person in the world and yet she's so nice? It really isn't possible if you apply it to reality. If Bulma was really as nice as the dragonball series portrayed her, her patents would have all been stolen and she really would not be the richest person at all. I'm just trying to show that this is the way Bulma should have turned out if the DBZ series wasn't so black and white.
^_~ anyways evil Bulma kicks @ss.
Disclaimers: the orinigal Dragonball Characters are not mine.
Bulma's phone rang quietly as she left the club.
"Yes?" She asked curtly.
"The man has woken up."
"Alright. I'll be over in a second."
Bulma took her time. There was no need to rush over a country hick. She pulled out and drove to the hospital at a normal speed limit. As she was entering the Hospital, she got another call.
"What's this I hear about you picking up a country hick?"
' Ah yes, her head of security and manservant at her apartment, Robert; shrewd and loyal man. He was the only person she ever really talked to. He never questioned her methods, he gave good advice and he was completely loyal. '
"Sorry Robert, I'm going to be home a little late."
"Why?"
"Well, saving the locals is a great way to control the people. The press will eat it up. Anyways, you never know how you can make someone useful…"
"Well, don't hold up too long. Your dog has been asking for more crumbs."
"Which one?"
Robert glanced at the letter. "Edward."
Bulma snorted. "Fine. I'll be back before…" Bulma looked at her watch "5 tomorrow… tell him we'll have dinner at that… Italian restaurant…"
"Bella Mia."
"Sure, whatever."
"He's not stupid."
"Neither am I." Bulma retorted and she hung up.
~~~
Edward used a false voice of glee while he was told that he'd have dinner with Bulma tomorrow. As he talked on the phone with Robert, Edward was looking through Bulma's secret database.
'Ah… the perfect company, Dad will be thrilled.' Edward thought to himself.
~~~
"So how is our friend?"
"Fine, he had some water inhaled and he had a minor concussion. But other than that, he's fine." The Doctor replied.
Bulma gestured towards the room that the man was in. "Can I see him?"
"Oh yes, he just woke up."
Bulma nodded and entered the room.
Bulma smiled as the man. His ridiculous hair looked even more absurd with the bandages redirecting where they were sticking out. "Hello, my name is Bulma. May I ask who I've just saved?"
The man looked at her in a little confused way. He rubbed his head slightly. "Oh, my name is Son Goku."
"I see. Are you alright? Are your memories intact?"
Goku nodded.
"Good. I would suggest you stay in the hospital one more day." Even though Bulma noticed that Goku's bruises had miraculously healed within hours. 'Interesting…'
"Would you like to call your family?"
Goku nodded.
"Here's the phone." Bulma handed him her cell phone.
Goku called his family and told him that he was in the hospital and that he was alright.
"Thank you." Goku said with a kind smile as he handed Bulma her phone back.
Bulma plastered her nicest smile and said. "You're very welcome. I hope you recover soon. Is there anything else I can do to help you?"
Goku shook his head.
"Alright Goku." Bulma said in her dripping sweet voice as she patted his right hand. "If you'll excuse me. I'm going to go. But if you ever need help…" Bulma pulled out her business card. "Don't hesitate to call."
Goku nodded enthusiastically and Bulma left.
~~~
Bulma walked over to her two security guards, "I want you to set up surveillance equipment in his room. He's lucky I'm not locking him up like a lab rat. Find out where he lives and also bug his house. I want this guy watched closely. Neither of you are allowed to leave until you've finished this job."
One of her security men nodded in affirmation and the other sighed and nodded in defeat.
Bulma pulled the one that sighed and talked to him in private. "Jeffery, I know you wanted to make it for your son's 16th birthday. I'm sorry, but this is very important. But you know what? I'll make it up to both of you. I promise."
Jeffery sighed sadly, "okay boss."
Bulma nodded and patted his back.
Even though Jeffery was disappointed, he still did a good job and followed through.
For his 16th birthday Jeffery's son got a brand new top of the line mustang from his dad. For the rest of Jeffery's life, his son worshipped him and Jeffery never told his son that the car wasn't really from him.
~~~
Bulma sighed in a false happiness as she rested her head against Edward's shoulder. They had their own private booth in this quaint Italian restaurant, which was under the vines with blooming flowers and next to a peaceful fountain in the center.
"Darling," Bulma said in a soft husky voice. "This is so wonderful. I can't wait until the waiter starts to call me Mrs. Leveine (Edward's last name)"
"Oh, soon my princess. Soon. My father wants to have a meeting between us this Saturday. We're going to make our move."
"Yes." Bulma giggled happily (for different reasons), then her face changed to being annoyed. "I can't believe that my father still has seventy five percent ownership of the company even after he's been admitted into the asylum. My dear old dad doesn't know what he's doing."
"Yes my angel." Edward said endearingly, but his eyes gave away his true intentions. Bulma pretended not to notice and allowed him to think that he was the master of this game. " We'll finally be able to usurp our fathers soon."
Bulma dramatically flung herself into Edward and she cried out, "Oh I love you so much!"
Edward smiled evilly, 'too bad Bulma is too innocent to realize what I'm about to do. She's such a sweet girl. She'd make a nice mistress.'
~~~
Bulma groaned as she flopped herself into her couch. Kicking off her mutinous high heels that tortured her feet.
Robert laughed and shook is head. "Nice date."
"Horrible. I felt like a ditz."
"You're lucky you're a woman. Most men can't fake that."
"Yes… Edward should never be an actor. I could have sworn he almost turned into a snake several times. My mouth tastes nasty, can I have some scotch?"
Robert rolled his eyes as he picked up the items of clothing that Bulma tossed out onto the sofa and went to the bar to get her drink.
Bulma returned dressed in a blue dress shirt and black dress pants. "I hate women's clothing, you know that?"
Robert nodded and handed Bulma her drink.
"Thank you, just the way I like it… you know if you keep this up I might give you a raise."
Robert raised an eyebrow. "If I had a dollar for every time you said that to me, I'd be richer than you. Don't throw that B.S. at me. Out of the gazillion times you've said that, you've only given me a raise once a year and I'm happy with that."
Bulma nodded. "Good."
Robert threw his hands up in defeat. He knew she wasn't listening this time. "Was the date really 'that' bad?"
"He tried to 'invite' me over again. He's terrible in bed. Worse than Yamcha."
Robert laughed. "Wow. I didn't think that was possible… but then you're really picky."
"Who do you think is good in bed?"
"Maybe my secretary."
"But she's a girl."
"Men are always bad in bed."
"Even me?"
Bulma glared at Robert. "Don't cross that line."
"I know. I know. Just teasing."
"Trust me, you're the only one that's allowed to."
Bulma got up and handed Robert her empty glass. Then, Bulma casually strolled upstairs.
"I heard it's great in Kyoto this time of year." Robert commented as Bulma spun around in horror.
"What did my father do this time?!"
Robert shook his head. "Not your father. Remember the country Bumpkin?"
Robert went over to the table, picked up a yellow manila folder and handed it to Bulma. "The guys watching him found some interesting discoveries."
"Really?" Bulma smirked as she looked at the photos of Goku charging up.
"How powerful?"
"The number is on the back of the photo."
Bulma softly whistled when she saw the digits.
"What are you going to do with him?"
Bulma closed the folder and took it with her upstairs. "I'll sleep on it."
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Author's notes: okay... people might still be somewhat confused as to why I made Bulma this evil. I'll go even further in depth later...But my explanation is that: If you think about it, how come Bulma is the richest person in the world and yet she's so nice? It really isn't possible if you apply it to reality. If Bulma was really as nice as the dragonball series portrayed her, her patents would have all been stolen and she really would not be the richest person at all. I'm just trying to show that this is the way Bulma should have turned out if the DBZ series wasn't so black and white.
^_~ anyways evil Bulma kicks @ss.