Chapter 34
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Yamcha entered the committee room. The room went dead silent as he walked in. a man in the back cleared his throat. Mr. Knoll rose from his seat and walked over to the man that was dripping in -from the smell of it- French Vanilla Coffee. "Are you Yamcha?"
"Yes, I am" Yamcha extended his hand dripping tiny spots of coffee on the plush white carpet "You must be Mr. Knoll"
"I am" Mr. Knoll said as he stared uneasily at Yamcha's outstretched hand. He didn't want to be rude after all this man did say he had the blue prints for the capsules. So hesitantly he took it and gave it a light quick shake.
"You have a very frisky secretary, Mr. Knoll" Yamcha joked suddenly uncomfortable about being covered in coffee.
"Yes, I know" Mr. Knoll chuckled. "I've been married to her for about five years now, she's pulled lots of stunts, but never once did she pour coffee over my head." Mr. Knoll continued chuckling still this time with everyone in the committee room echoing it.
Yamcha's face fell. "You're married to her?" he asked in disbelief. Mr. Knoll was a man that was about in his late forties; he really didn't look bad for his age but still. His 'wife' was no older then twenty-five and looked like she was a super-model. Yamcha wondered how much money this guy had to bag a girl like her.
"Five years next month" he stated proudly.
"Congratulations" Yamcha managed to sputter out.
"Thank you" Mr. Knoll nodded his head. He extended a hand to the table "Shall we get down to business?"
"HOLD IT RIGHT THERE!" Bulma scream as she entered the committee room. There were whisperings of "Is that Bulma Briefs!" and "What's she doing here?"
She phased out of existence and reappeared in front of Yamcha "Did you really think you'd get away?"
The whole room went totally silent for the second time that day. Mr. Knoll boomed "What is the meaning of this Miss Briefs? I am in the middle of a very important meeting!"
"Well, Excuse me Mr. Knoll" she said putting an emphasis on his name. "But do you know this man STOLE MY blue prints and was about to break a copy write law and you were going to buy from him!" Bulma said trying to remain calm. "And once he sells this information to you, it becomes YOUR responsibility. Then once a law suit is filed YOU get sued Mr. Knoll" Bulma said smirking in all her glory. "So unless you want to pay a law suit you hand..." Bulma looked over Mr. Knoll's shoulder at the dripping wet Yamcha. The scene would've almost been comical if she would've been laughing her ass off. "...Him over" she snarled the last part.
Mr. Knoll looked at Yamcha who was being held in a chokehold by a compact, spiky haired man. He hadn't even noticed him enter. He figured it was Bulma's bodyguard. Mr. Knoll shrugged his shoulders "What can I do?" he sighed and ran a hand through his slightly graying hair. "Take him" he said as he strode out of the room. He could no longer look at the blue haired genius anymore, same for the coffee-covered minx that had tricked him.
Out of all those years he had never been so close as to getting the capsule formula. Now it had just slipped through his fingers.
Why had he'd given up so easy? Because it just wasn't meant to be....
His company would never be as good as Dr. James Briefs' Capsule Corporation. "It just wasn't meant to be" he repeated to himself "It's destiny, you can't mess with it" he said as he filled a coned shaped paper cup with water from one of those Culligan tanks. He gulped it all down and crushed the cup in his hand.
He tossed it to the trashcan "Oh, well" he sighed and continued walking through his second best business building.
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Bulma eyes traveled to the large glass window and then to Vegeta and back to Vegeta. Vegeta nodded as to what she meant "Do it?" he asked.
"Do it" she said flipping a loose strand of hair behind her ear.
"You ready for a ride weakling?" he chuckled as he drew Yamcha back by his arms and released sending him strait through the glass window of Knoll's committee room.
"Bastard now you pay!" Bulma flared her ki and jumped after him. The executives in the committee room were all staring wide eyed and their jaws slacked.
Vegeta looked at them and smirked "It's all tricks" he said "You just can't see the wires and spotlights" he continued highly amused with the stupidity of it all. They all nodded and but they didn't seemed to be convinced. But really Vegeta didn't expect them to.
He looked out to see how Bulma was fairing. He hissed "Ouch" as he watched Bulma tear Yamcha apart not only physically but verbally too. Even more amazing is she didn't repeat one profanity, curse, or insult more then once.
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"Captain Kuwi, we arrive at Earth-sei at 2300 standard time." A minion bowed "The Ginyu Force will land at Mars-sei at 2100 standard."
"Good, everything is running on time" Kuwi said. "Pleased to hear that" he continued "Keep up the good work" he saluted and left the room to find Captain Ginyu. That's when he ran into a fuming Jeice pounding ferociously on Ginyus' door.
"Jeice, what is it now?" Kuwi asked dryly as he approached. Obviously Jeice never noticed him until he said something.
Jeice turned immediately "Captain Kuwi" he breathed and saluted, though it didn't hide his embarrassment. He cheeks slightly reddened.
"What's the problem?" Kuwi asked.
"I don't think the Captain is feeling well" Jeice explained "He left the squads' and my chamber about an hour ago, he said he had a headache. I was just checking to see if he was okay."
"Okay well when he wakes up, be sure to tell him that you land at Mars-sei at 2100 standard" Kuwi yawned "I'm heading for bed..." he eyed Ginyus' slightly dented door comically "Don't bother me, Jeice. Trees don't grow in outer space"
"Sure thing Captain" Jeice smiled.
Kuwi turned the corner and opened the door to his chamber and closed it slowly. Sighing he removed his gold tipped Sayain-style shoes. In his opinion the Sayain's were good at one thing and that was making armor. He flopped down on the bed and threw his gloves and chest plate off but never bothered to remove the spandex. He crawled under the sheets "What a day" he mumbled and fell into slumber as soon as his head hit the pillow.
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Yamcha entered the committee room. The room went dead silent as he walked in. a man in the back cleared his throat. Mr. Knoll rose from his seat and walked over to the man that was dripping in -from the smell of it- French Vanilla Coffee. "Are you Yamcha?"
"Yes, I am" Yamcha extended his hand dripping tiny spots of coffee on the plush white carpet "You must be Mr. Knoll"
"I am" Mr. Knoll said as he stared uneasily at Yamcha's outstretched hand. He didn't want to be rude after all this man did say he had the blue prints for the capsules. So hesitantly he took it and gave it a light quick shake.
"You have a very frisky secretary, Mr. Knoll" Yamcha joked suddenly uncomfortable about being covered in coffee.
"Yes, I know" Mr. Knoll chuckled. "I've been married to her for about five years now, she's pulled lots of stunts, but never once did she pour coffee over my head." Mr. Knoll continued chuckling still this time with everyone in the committee room echoing it.
Yamcha's face fell. "You're married to her?" he asked in disbelief. Mr. Knoll was a man that was about in his late forties; he really didn't look bad for his age but still. His 'wife' was no older then twenty-five and looked like she was a super-model. Yamcha wondered how much money this guy had to bag a girl like her.
"Five years next month" he stated proudly.
"Congratulations" Yamcha managed to sputter out.
"Thank you" Mr. Knoll nodded his head. He extended a hand to the table "Shall we get down to business?"
"HOLD IT RIGHT THERE!" Bulma scream as she entered the committee room. There were whisperings of "Is that Bulma Briefs!" and "What's she doing here?"
She phased out of existence and reappeared in front of Yamcha "Did you really think you'd get away?"
The whole room went totally silent for the second time that day. Mr. Knoll boomed "What is the meaning of this Miss Briefs? I am in the middle of a very important meeting!"
"Well, Excuse me Mr. Knoll" she said putting an emphasis on his name. "But do you know this man STOLE MY blue prints and was about to break a copy write law and you were going to buy from him!" Bulma said trying to remain calm. "And once he sells this information to you, it becomes YOUR responsibility. Then once a law suit is filed YOU get sued Mr. Knoll" Bulma said smirking in all her glory. "So unless you want to pay a law suit you hand..." Bulma looked over Mr. Knoll's shoulder at the dripping wet Yamcha. The scene would've almost been comical if she would've been laughing her ass off. "...Him over" she snarled the last part.
Mr. Knoll looked at Yamcha who was being held in a chokehold by a compact, spiky haired man. He hadn't even noticed him enter. He figured it was Bulma's bodyguard. Mr. Knoll shrugged his shoulders "What can I do?" he sighed and ran a hand through his slightly graying hair. "Take him" he said as he strode out of the room. He could no longer look at the blue haired genius anymore, same for the coffee-covered minx that had tricked him.
Out of all those years he had never been so close as to getting the capsule formula. Now it had just slipped through his fingers.
Why had he'd given up so easy? Because it just wasn't meant to be....
His company would never be as good as Dr. James Briefs' Capsule Corporation. "It just wasn't meant to be" he repeated to himself "It's destiny, you can't mess with it" he said as he filled a coned shaped paper cup with water from one of those Culligan tanks. He gulped it all down and crushed the cup in his hand.
He tossed it to the trashcan "Oh, well" he sighed and continued walking through his second best business building.
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Bulma eyes traveled to the large glass window and then to Vegeta and back to Vegeta. Vegeta nodded as to what she meant "Do it?" he asked.
"Do it" she said flipping a loose strand of hair behind her ear.
"You ready for a ride weakling?" he chuckled as he drew Yamcha back by his arms and released sending him strait through the glass window of Knoll's committee room.
"Bastard now you pay!" Bulma flared her ki and jumped after him. The executives in the committee room were all staring wide eyed and their jaws slacked.
Vegeta looked at them and smirked "It's all tricks" he said "You just can't see the wires and spotlights" he continued highly amused with the stupidity of it all. They all nodded and but they didn't seemed to be convinced. But really Vegeta didn't expect them to.
He looked out to see how Bulma was fairing. He hissed "Ouch" as he watched Bulma tear Yamcha apart not only physically but verbally too. Even more amazing is she didn't repeat one profanity, curse, or insult more then once.
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"Captain Kuwi, we arrive at Earth-sei at 2300 standard time." A minion bowed "The Ginyu Force will land at Mars-sei at 2100 standard."
"Good, everything is running on time" Kuwi said. "Pleased to hear that" he continued "Keep up the good work" he saluted and left the room to find Captain Ginyu. That's when he ran into a fuming Jeice pounding ferociously on Ginyus' door.
"Jeice, what is it now?" Kuwi asked dryly as he approached. Obviously Jeice never noticed him until he said something.
Jeice turned immediately "Captain Kuwi" he breathed and saluted, though it didn't hide his embarrassment. He cheeks slightly reddened.
"What's the problem?" Kuwi asked.
"I don't think the Captain is feeling well" Jeice explained "He left the squads' and my chamber about an hour ago, he said he had a headache. I was just checking to see if he was okay."
"Okay well when he wakes up, be sure to tell him that you land at Mars-sei at 2100 standard" Kuwi yawned "I'm heading for bed..." he eyed Ginyus' slightly dented door comically "Don't bother me, Jeice. Trees don't grow in outer space"
"Sure thing Captain" Jeice smiled.
Kuwi turned the corner and opened the door to his chamber and closed it slowly. Sighing he removed his gold tipped Sayain-style shoes. In his opinion the Sayain's were good at one thing and that was making armor. He flopped down on the bed and threw his gloves and chest plate off but never bothered to remove the spandex. He crawled under the sheets "What a day" he mumbled and fell into slumber as soon as his head hit the pillow.
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