Disclaimer: Let's see...I don't own DBZ. 'Fender' is a trademark for guitars ( yeah! Like you didn't know that) and if I DID own them, which I don't, I would be singing somewhere with a white one. I guess this is it...I don't own ANYTHING...
A/n: This is an A/U. The songs to be performed in each chapter are written before the chapter. Enjoy!
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What You Wish For
Performed Song (s) : None
"There's over five hundred male guitarists trying out today which is really good!" Madison spoke with Bulma both girls seated in an extremely big auditorium. The stage was unappealing and extremely simplistic with a microphone at the center of it and a dim light shinning over it. Bulma swallowed hard
"F-Five hundred? H-Hundred?" she struggled with her breath. Madison nodded
"That's right!" she grinned excited "it was gonna be seven hundred but the two hundred guys that didn't make the cut, we found out, knew nothing about the subject. They just wanted to meet Dave-" the two girls giggled "-I wouldn't blame them, I mean, David is the president of the most successful music production company in the world. He owns this business. He's like the Lucas of the music industry" she said. Bulma nodded agreeing with her. She could tell Madison had a lot of respect for the guy. Who wouldn't!? He was the reason her life was going to change for the better. So many years of frustration, signing with all those companies that let them down, but not this time. She was playing in the big leagues now
"Uh…how am I supposed to choose this guy?" asked Bulma "is he gonna sing or something--"
"Oh don't worry about that" Madison interrupted " Dave will be here shortly and he's going to give you some pointers to make your choice easier. Remember the guitarist you choose is going to tour with you guys the whole summer. You'll be staying at the same hotels, ride in the same luxurious motor coach bus and receive the same recognition. You'll travel on the same plane, perform on the same stage at the same time. You must think of choosing someone that can become a part of your lives later on. That's the difference between good rock bands and bad rock bands" she counseled. Bulma nodded along with everything she said. Madison's cell phone went off
"Hang on a sec" she said politely taking the electronic device out of her purse "sorry I have to take this-"
"Go ahead" Bulma felt indifferent. The blonde turned away pressing the button that would let the call get through
"Genoa" she said. As Genoa got involved in the phone call Bulma stared at the rather dark stage in front of her. It all seemed so amazing. Yesterday she was singing in a garage with her long time best friends, the guys she had known since she was four, and today she was sitting beside Madison Genoa, the most paid and most awarded casting director in the nation, waiting for David Anderson, president of the well-known A&G label, to come by so he could help her choose a new guitarist for her band. She felt like she was walking on clouds…
Bulma could hear Genoa still talking on the phone and couldn't help to eavesdrop when she heard the woman say something like: 'she's here. So gorgeous. Skinny. They're gonna blow you away.' Bulma decided to shake it off. It wasn't her business, she knew. A scratching noise and some distant voices interrupted her traveling thoughts. Bulma looked up to the stage it being the place where the noises had come from. Goku and Krillin suddenly appeared behind the curtains looking troubled and exhausted as they stumbled through. Bulma furrowed her brows. She stood immediately and went down a few rows to get closer to them
"What happened?" she asked the two boys holding their knees as they struggled to catch their breath. Bulma stared confused. Finally Goku met eyes with her
"There's a lot of people out there. The guards tried to get us through but they wouldn't budge so…" he panted. Bulma arched a brow
"So you ran and pushed through them?" she said not wanting to believe it...then again she could. Whenever they were in trouble the brains of the solution more often than not was her. She wasn't with them
"Well what else were we supposed to do?" Krillin asked panting just as hard as Goku. Bulma rolled her eyes with a smile
"David is going to meet us in a little bit. He's going to help us choose--"
"I will help you choose the right guitarist" came the old still black haired male. Bulma turned to face him. Goku and Krillin stood straight up like a cadet would when his commandant is checking uniforms early in the morning. Dave tilt his head to the side
"Let's go. If we want to be done with at least half of these kids before lunch we have to start now" he looked at his watch "it's nine o'clock in the morning" he said. The threesome nodded. Goku and Krillin followed Bulma as she went to take a seat on the very first chair of the very first row inside the auditorium. Before she could hit solid territory, though. she felt a hand around her elbow pulling her back up. Bulma frowned
"What?" she turned to David
"Never sit on the first row if what you're here for is to choose from different kinds playing styles. You always sit on the 12th row where the music will be heard loud and clear not repugnant or repulsive. Always remember that" he said. Bulma breathed in and nodded then set course to the twelfth row. Goku and Krillin followed closely with Anderson right on their tail…
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"Ok we've got the people that want to try out for the position. What do we do first?" asked Anderson as the threesome sat aside him listening attentively
"Um…tell them to start" Bulma said doubtfully "or uh--"
"No. Not tell them to start. You can't listen to a guy playing a guitar without knowing what he's capable of" Dave interrupted. Krillin cleared his throat
"Well…uh…I think we…we'd need some kind of written information that would say something about them--"
"Exactly!" Dave exclaimed making them jump "other music companies have their candidates fill out a forum while they wait on the line but in A&G resumes are a requisitethat way you can read about their experiences and achievements. Makes your criterion a lot more specific" he said. The threesome nodded in unison. The guy was had pretty good tricks up his sleeve
"Here" he gave each of them a clipboard same amount of papers clipped in every one of the boards. Dave then grabbed a clipboard for himself with the same quantity of papers clipped to it. The three guys awaited for explanations. He sighed
"These papers are the same for all of us. The applicants will be sent in according to the order of the papers" Bulma exchanged looks with Goku and Krillin "and just in case you need to know" Dave continued "these are their resumes. While the guard looks for the contestants I want you to read only one part: their achievements. That's one of the easiest ways to know what the person is capable of. Now, then, let's get this party started...Bryan Gillian" he called out. A brown haired, normal sized guy came in, walking rather clumsy and nervous. He was carrying his guitar and the electronic box to connect it which made David frown
"What the hell did you bring that for? Did the ad say you had to bring the box with you?" he asked. The guy shook his head timid. David breathed out shaking his head in disbelief. Bulma, Krillin and Goku stared at the president rather scared. He turned to them
"I'm sorry but if there's one thing that bothers me more than anything else is to see people make obvious mistakes. It PISSES me off!!" he screamed making the poor shaky guy even more unstable. Bulma scooted towards Goku faking a smile while Goku chuckled nervously. Krillin on the other hand, was more on the freaked out side of things, but still very much careless about the situation. Anderson turned to the guy on stage who was still readying himself
"Hurry up clumsy boy! I don't have all day. I've got tons of applicants waiting for the position" he said carelessly. The boy motioned a 'yes' with his head then, finally ready to start, he positioned himself. He hit a few notes and was immediately interrupted
" What the hell was that?! Get out of my studio!!" David yelled loudly "and take the goddamn box with you!" he added irritated. "he doesn't have achievements, the creep!" he said as the poor guy gathered as much as he could of his things and walked off the stage faster than the speed of light. Bulma breathed nervously while Goku exchanged terrified looks with Krillin. David sat on his chair comfortably
"Next" he screamed reading through the file of the next contestant. The threesome turned to the info on their clipboards as well ready to meet this new applicant. A blonde guy with a black guitar and golf-fitting clothes gave a few steps inside the room. David chuckled
"You gotta be fucking kidding me. What the hell are those clothes? You came here to play guitar not to play in a national golf tournament! Get out!" he sighed disgusted. The guy no sooner he came he left no questions asked. Anderson continued
" Next!" he demanded then turned to the threesome bewildered by his actions "strap yourselves in guys. This is going to be a long ride" he warned. The three furrowed their brows in slight frustration. A red haired woman appeared on stage now dressed in a pair of jeans and a v-neck tee. She was holding a nice red guitar. David turned to Bulma seated aside him
"What's her name?" he asked. Bulma looked it up on the board
"It's Tina Mande--"
"Tina! Honey, you look great! There's just a minor detail..." he said with a sarcasm "we're looking for a MALE guitarist!! Get out!!" he screamed at her. The girl got tear eyed. She turned and ran away. Dave rested himself back on the chair again this time more desperate. He let out an angry breath
" Next!!" he shouted "damn this is harder than I thought it was going to be" he took a look at the guy's resume "this guy doesn't have any achievements either. Where's Madison? Madison!!" he turned to the back looking for her "Madison!! Where the hell is that woman when I most need her--"
"I'm right here Dave" Madison hung up her phone walking through one of the doors to the auditorium "what's wrong?" she asked politely. Dave handed her the clipboard
"Send home all the applicants that don't have achievements on their resumes. Those are losers! They don't deserve to be here!!" he raised his tone. Madison nodded nervously
"Yes sir.." she grabbed the clipboard "sir?" she asked interrupting his angry stance. Anderson glanced at her "it's going to take at least five minutes to get it done, sir" she informed. Dave raised his fiery glance to a blank spot before him then stretched his left arm and took a look at the time on his luxurious white gold Rolex. He breathed profoundly
"I'm going to close try outs in exactly one hour. If I don't find the right kid by then the band will stay without a bass guitarist therefore I expect you to be over with that in half the amount of time you told me or less because my time is precious gold and I'm not intending to waste it" he cleared his throat "have you got that?!" he raised his tone again. Madison nodded tense
"Y-Yes S-Sir" she stammered. Dave nodded once. Everything seemed to have frozen. Silence took over the place
"Asses and elbows!! Let's go!!" David shouted clapping his hands. Things started working right away. Madison turned and disappeared in a matter of seconds. David massaged his head with the tip of his fingers then rest back on the chair tiredly. Bulma gulped looking beside her to see Goku's eyes almost shut and Krillin already sleeping his head rolled back. A sweat drop formed at the edge of her forehead...
Nearly An Hour Later...
"That's it! I'm not taking anyone else in! I'm tired of dealing with these goddamn losers" the old president stood up throwing the clipboard on the seat behind him. Bulma kept reading through the resumes while Goku and Krillin slept through the whole thing. Amazing how with so much screaming and cussing they were able to sleep so heavily. As David turned to walk away Bulma grabbed the end of the man's shirt making him stop dead in his tracks
" If it doesn't bother you much, and if you have the time, I would like to test the next applicant. He has an interesting resume" she said looking back at the papers. David stole the papers from her and read through the achievements. He looked interested
" Hmmm...doesn't sound too bad. Do you want to test him?" Dave asked. Bulma nodded childishly
"Pretty much. He looks like the guy we're looking for" she said. Anderson nodded returning to his seat
"Alright. What did you say his name was?" he asked her. Bulma grinned
"Vegeta. Vegeta O--"
"Guard! Please call Vegeta" requested Anderson. Bulma narrowed her eyes at him. She hated being ignored. The guard disappeared out of the room and not two seconds passed before he was back in a normal sized guy entering the room along with him...
The guy's hair stood up like the flames of fire but it wasn't his hair what impressed the most. It was the hardness and coldness in his eyes, the anger they expressed, the pain. Vegeta was wearing a black tank top showing off his broad shoulders and his well formed chest and abs. They weren't the kind of muscles that looked disgusting in some men. They were slim and barely there though Bulma could see them a mile away. His pants were black as well with silver chains hanging from the pockets. They were so low below his hips his white and blue boxers were visible which was starting to bother Mr. Anderson. Vegeta wore black skater-shoes to complete the outfit. So the guy had a 'bad boy' sort of look going on. It surely was a disrespectful dress code for old-fashioned downright conservative masses but a modern and cool style for kids that loved pissing their parents off…and he looked proud of it…
All Vegeta brought with him was his blue 'Fender Strat'guitar; his superior way of walking and his spoiled attitude was more than the band here asked for. David stared at the guy with a brow raised. He cleared his throat which Vegeta didn't bother to acknowledge as he adjusted the cords on his guitar making sure they were ready to go
"Can you play?" asked Anderson loudly. Vegeta eyed the guy his trademark scowl on his face
"Of course I can play. What kind of question is that?" he asked back. David arched both his brows now. Bulma smiled faintly so not to let Anderson know she ever did. The man breathed in
"Alright. Do it. Amaze me" he said with irony resounding in his tone. Vegeta positioned himself and started playing surprising even himself at how good he was doing. His music was following his practiced pattern properly; he was playing a whole song. As he played he eyed the president arrogantly making the proud man turn away from time to time. Bulma could only stare at him. He was a great guitarist...and really cute. She shook the thought off her head. If he was to be part of the band there could not be an attraction period. They had to be brothers not couples. It was all going to be professional. Or so she thought. Bulma breathed profoundly. Goku woke up, finally, after hours of sleeping. He caught a glimpse of Vegeta's playing down on the stage and was amazed. He shook Krillin so he too could listen to him play. Krillin was dumbfounded. Of all the people that had come to test he was the best by far. His skills couldn't be gone unnoticed.
Vegeta finished playing. He let the guitar hang across his body and crossed his arms on his chest staring at David Anderson
"There old man. Was that enough for ya'?" he asked defiantly. David's chin was high in the air
"Be here tomorrow at nine o'clock. You have to try out with the band" he said standing from his seat and walking down to the stage
"The blonde woman in the front will write down your personal information so--"
"What for?" Vegeta interrupted improperly. David frowned at the guy
"You're part of a band we signed so we need your information to file it on the archives. You will also stay here for the weekend so bring some extra clothes with you. We will need to contact your mother--"
"I don't have a mother and I don't want my father to have any business with me" he interrupted roughly. David arched a brow trying to stay patient
" Do you have brothers or sisters--"
" I'm eighteen. I take care of myself" Vegeta spat at him. David breathed in looking away from this kid's impetuous glance.
"Fine. Whatever. Be ready to stay over the weekend. This band has a lot of work to do. Tomorrow you will be practicing here and from then on you belong to us--"
"I belong to no one" said Vegeta threateningly. Dave rolled his eyes
"Not biologically" he sighed "tomorrow you will sign the contract and your music can not be handled by any other production company that's not us ok? Your meals will be paid for. You'll make around a thousand dollars per day and you'll have a bodyguard with you at all times. You're not allowed to drink--"
"And why not? Don't tell me I'm--"
"Because I say so. This is my record label. My discipline is strict. There is a reason why I've been at the top of the mountain for more than fifteen years. My artists are always well-known, around the nation, and around the globe. You will learn to control yourself and that disrespectful behavior of yours. I will not tolerate misconduct. I have no time for you showing off thinking you're the shit, you got it? Wanna be a rockstar? Go to a different label" he warned then turned away leaving a smirking Vegeta behind him. Bulma decided it was the perfect timing to get to know each other so she followed David's example walking down towards the stage area
"Hey. I'm Bulma. I'm the lead singer" she reached out a hand to him which Vegeta didn't bother to return. He arched his brow
"You're shittin' me" he scoffed making her drop the hand
"What? You have a problem with that?" she asked frowning. Vegeta eyed her from head to toe then stopped at her eyes again
"I don't follow orders from a woman" he said smugly. Bulma's face flushed with anger
"Well too bad chauvinistic jackass. If you wanna be in my band you have to listen to me" she said. Vegeta narrowed his eyes at her
"I'm only in it for the money woman so don't push it--"
"Bulma. My name is Bulma" she corrected for him. Vegeta leaned in to her his lips searching to find her ear. He was so close to her she could feel his lips on the little bones of her ear. Her breathing got tempered. Vegeta only chuckled, lowly, but audible enough for her to listen
"I'll call you whatever I want, woman" he said hoarsely then walked past her making her step aside so he could walk his way. Their shoulders brushed against one another, intentionally of course. Bulma watched him go with a scowl. She sighed abruptly. Goku appeared beside her followed by Krillin
"Hey Bulma. we were gonna meet this new guy. He's probably gonna be the guitarist we need and-"
"Oh hush! He's a prick so don't expect to much from him" she said then walked away disappearing out the same door that Vegeta had disappeared through. Goku eyed Krillin confused
"Was it something I said?" he asked. Krillin shook his head
"No you bum. She's pissed. Didn't you see her eyes?" he asked. Goku nod
"Oh! But why would she be pissed?" he asked. Krillin shrugged his shoulders
"I have no idea. Come on, lets go. There's gonna be a meeting in a few minutes. Maybe they brought us something to eat. I'm starved aren't you?" he asked. Goku was about to reply when his stomach growled loudly speaking for him. He laughed scratching the back of his head sweetly
"I guess I could use some food!" he exclaimed the pair walking out the door and out of the room in which they had spent half their morning…
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"Dave I'm sure they'll get along just fine" said Madison as her and production director David Anderson sat comfortably in his private office talking about signing this new kid. David eyed her worriedly
"You know what happens when band members don't get along. It turns into a big fighting scenario. They sing out of tunes, they play out of tunes and in the end it's just a big mess, a waste of our time and money" he concluded. Madison breathed profoundly taking a seat on his desk
"Dave you've got to have faith. It'll be fine. They're kids. Young mature kids that know how to handle this" she said. Dave scoffed
"That Vegeta guy is nothing but trouble" he looked into her eyes but she turned away before they could meet
"Well he is a bit hostile. But don't worry he'll learn to control himself before you know it" she counseled. Dave sighed
" I hope you're right, Genoa…"
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