Last time:
"What was that all about?" 18 asked, eyeing the phone almost suspiciously.
"I…I honestly don't know…"
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Jun Tsuruga, otherwise known as "The Boss" by her employees, sat quietly in her office, the only sound coming from a small radio in the corner, tuned down to nearly zero volume. A pencil, flipped to look like rubber, was her only source of entertainment at the moment. Ever since Goku's car accident, her workload had been cut in half, and with all of today's work done, she had been struggling to entertain herself for the past two hours, and still had two to go of office time.
The phones seemed to have died. Jun couldn't remember the last time she heard it ring.
"Oh well," she sighed, flinging the pencil into a trash bin across the room. "Score."
She was about to get up and grab a coffee to keep herself from falling asleep, when the phone rang for the first time in hours. Hastily she straightened out her blouse, a nervous habit, and picked up the receiver. She was completely unprepared for the anxious voice at the other end.
"Jun!" Goku cried, grabbing her attention immediately. He didn't even wait for her to identify herself. "He's really gone mad this time! You have to stop him! He took off to the airport with her! And he won't tell us a thing!"
"Whoa, whoa," Jun said softly. "Calm down Goku. Now what's going on? Who are you talking about?" Though she had a pretty good guess.
"Ok," he sighed, taking a deep breath. Jun could hear 17 and 18 in the background, along with two or three other unidentifiable voices. "Vegeta called Bulma's house a few hours ago," he began.
"Yes, Bulma Briefs."
"Yeah, and he told her to pack her bags and that she was going to Europe. Then an hour later Vegeta showed up with plane tickets, ran Bulma up to her room, and came back down not even ten minutes later with two suitcases and some other bags. She didn't even have time to say anything to her parents, he just dragged her out of the house and put her in the car." He took another deep, calculated breath. Jun was stunned silent. "So, we called Mrs. Ouji and she said he was raving for two weeks about taking Bulma to Europe and she thought he was just talking bullshit—Excuse my language—but then he packed his bags and ran out of the house. I guess he called Mrs. Briefs in advance, because when Chi-Chi told her she just smiled and walked away…We tried to catch their plane before it took off, but we were too late. And we can't contact them 'til they land 'cause cellphones have to be turned off on planes. Jun! What the hell has gotten into him!? I really think he's insane this time!"
"Just calm down, Kami!" Jun snapped. "There has to be a logical explanation behind this. As soon as their flight gets in and Bulma calls you, which I'm sure she will, you call me. I'll find a way to get a hold of Vegeta, but until then I'm going to call his mother. And you try to get some information out of her mother. I'll call you back in an hour, ok? Now stay calm and don't do anything stupid."
"Like what!? Follow them!?"
"Exactly!"
A loud knock at the door caught Jun's attention.
"Just a minute!" she called. "Look Goku, I have to go, someone's here. Just remember what I said. I'll handle this. That's my job."
"Alright Boss," he sighed. "Bye."
"Bye Goku."
She looked around for a moment, then sat back in her desk chair, not remembering when she stood up. Slowly, she cupped her hands behind her head and leaned back, breathing quietly and trying her hardest not to scream in utter rage. The nerve of that guy, stealing one of the richest corporate icons in the world and flying off to Europe! What the hell was on his mind?
"Hello?" came a voice from behind the door.
"Kuso," Jun swore, straightening her blouse again. She'd forgotten about her visitor. "Yes, come in. Sorry about the wait, I was on an urgent call. I—Sen!? What the hell are you doing here!?"
"Well it's nice to see you too, Big Boss," Sen laughed, her tiny daughter Ryoko bouncing at her waist, lollipop dangling from her sticky fingers. Jun grimaced.
"What do you want? I already told you over the phone that you have no legal standing against my clients anymore. Ryoko is not Vegeta's daughter, and therefore you are in no position to demand anything from us."
"Who said anything about that?" she asked innocently.
"With you," Jun sneered, "it's always about that. Now tell me what you want or I'll have you thrown out."
"Fine," Sen sighed, reaching into her purse to pull out a rather thick stack of papers. "You take all the fun out of it. Here." She set the papers in front of Jun on her desk, then took a few steps back.
"What the hell is this? Order of Attorney? Are you suing Green Dragon!?"
"You're a bright one," Sen laughed. "That's exactly what I'm doing. Feel free to read through it, but I can give you a rough outline."
"Please do," Jun hissed through her teeth.
"Well, basically it states that Vegeta Ouji, of Green Dragon, seduced me while I was drunk, abandoned a child he didn't know was his or not until recently, went behind my back and took my daughter's BLOOD without my permission to do a paternity test, and made me suffer emotional hardships, etc…etc…"
"This'll never hold up!"
"You're so sure? Look, Jun, I don't want to do this anymore than you want it done, but I've made up my mind. I would have had my attorney deliver the papers, but I needed to tell you in person. I'll keep in touch."
Without another word, Sen sauntered out of Jun's office, laughing wildly when she closed the door.
"Could things get any worse?" Jun groaned, putting her head in her hands. And unfortunately, they would. For, at that very moment, Bulma and Vegeta were planting the seeds for the ultimate corruption of Green Dragon.
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"Mrs. Briefs!" Chi-Chi pleaded, her hands actually clasped out in front of her. "You have to tell us what you know! We know Bulma's not in any sort of physical danger, but Vegeta's not exactly the nicest guy in the world. She's being set up for heartbreak!"
"He's a lovely boy," was all Mrs. Briefs said, flipping the pancakes in her skillet. "I'll have these ready in a few minutes. Now everyone take a seat in the dining room."
"No," Krillin said firmly, catching everyone's attention. "Not until you tell us what's going on. We have every right to know what you know."
"Fine," she finally sighed. Even she knew when to stop playing games. "As soon as these are done and you kids are seated, I'll tell you all I know. But, I'm warning you, it isn't much."
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Bulma sighed deeply and stretched her limbs, careful not to hit Vegeta on her right, or an older gentleman on her left. They were on an ordinary commercial plane, in coach, which Vegeta continually complained about. He would have gotten first class tickets on a private jet if he'd had more time. To this Bulma asked, "What? Don't have your own jet?"
"I'm too busy to get a pilot's license," came his snappy reply. "There's no way I'm owning a plane if I can't fly it."
Now, crammed in such close quarters, Bulma finally felt relaxed. It'd been well over an hour since they'd rushed from her house, leaving their friends in a fury of confusion. She told Vegeta that the second that got off the plane she was calling home. He hadn't responded.
"If you asked me in advance I would have said yes," Bulma said, just after the stewardess brought their sodas and peanuts. "Believe it or not, I like spending time with you. I just feel really bad about leaving everyone like that. They must be going crazy. And if I know my mother, she won't tell them a thing. She likes to keep secrets until people literally blow up at her for not telling them…I am surprised, though, that she didn't leak the information to me. I'd think she'd be too excited to keep it in."
"She only knew for a day," Vegeta finally answered, ignoring his complimentary refreshments. "I didn't want to give you any reason to say no."
"Asking me on such short notice is the worst way to insure that, you know?"
"You're here, aren't you?"
"Why did you want me to come, anyway? And what about the others? Why leave them behind?"
"How can I seduce you with everyone around?" he said, receiving a playful punch in the arm. "Look." He leaned in, face inches from Bulma's, and brushed a loose strand of hair from her forehead. "I was more than my usual asshole self that day." Bulma didn't need to be told which day he was referring to. "I don't usually attack people like that…Not physically anyway…I'm not a frickin' barbarian."
"Could have fooled me," Bulma laughed. "I accept your apology."
"I didn't—"
"I said," she insisted, giving him a quick kiss on the nose, "I accept your apology. Just leave it be."
She settled back into her seat and closed her eyes, a small smile gracing her lips as Vegeta's hand found hers.
"Are we dating now?" he asked, the monotonousness of his voice masking all emotional ties to the question.
"No Vegeta," she sighed, not bothering to open her eyes. She knew he was staring at her. "Not yet."
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"Alright," Mrs. Briefs sighed, glancing over at Mrs. Ouji who had just arrived a few moments before, twisting and untwisting a towel in her hands; Chi-Chi had given it to her to relieve stress. There was no time to get acquainted, which actually made Mrs. Briefs slightly angry, but she could hold off for a little while. They were desperate for information. "Vegeta called me last night, very late I might add. I was about to go upstairs and give the phone to Bulma, but he said he wanted to talk to me. I promised him I wouldn't say a word to anyone until they were already gone, and that's exactly what I'm doing. I'm not about to let my daughter's possible future husband slip away because I can't keep a secret."
"Future husband!?" 17 and 18 boomed in unison.
"Mrs. Briefs," Chi-Chi interjected. "I don't think they've known each other quite that long. They're not even dating yet."
"Give them time," her mother sighed. "But, anyway, as I was saying." Everyone seemed to straighten up at her words. "He called and told me that he was planning to take Bulma to Europe for about a week. I was shocked, of course, because I've never heard of such a thing. Maybe because my family didn't really have money and boys just didn't call girls and take them on exotic vacations on the spur of the moment…Anyway…He said he…well…in my words he said he wanted to win her over. He was sort of babbling and that's what I picked up from what he said. He's a lovely boy."
"So, wait," Maris said. "You let him take Bulma without telling us?"
"Well yes. Isn't that what just happened?" Mrs. Briefs laughed. "Now, eat up. I don't want your food getting cold on account of my babbling. Mrs. Ouji, would you like some?"
"No thank you," she sighed. "18 dear."
"Yes?"
"Could you give me a call the second you find out something? If I know my son, the next time I hear from him will be the next time I see him."
"Of course. I'll walk you out."
The rest of the group was left in the dining room, picking at their pancakes, but not at all hungry. They just couldn't figure it. Why would Bulma leave with him and not demand to be able to tell them what's going on? Or at least say good-bye? Did she really like him as much as everyone had feared? Was her heart now in more danger?
Everyone seemed to sigh at the same time.
"Well, he's really done it this time," 18 sighed, upon returning to the room. She completely ignored her pancakes. Mrs. Briefs wasn't in the room to hound her, so she had no need for them. "I had to calm his mother down before I let her drive home. He doesn't know how much he effects her."
"No," Goku snapped. "He knows exactly what he does. That's why he does it."
"He's not all that bad."
"I'm beginning to think otherwise."
"Yeah, well—" The ringing her Goku's cellphone cut her off, and she waved her hand for him to answer it.
"Hello?…What!?…Where does she get off—…You can't be serious!?…This is unbelievable!…Alright…Yeah…Ok…Yes…Yes!…Bye."
"What the hell was that!?" 17 demanded, having clearly heard Jun's voice over the phone, though he couldn't exactly decipher what she'd said.
"Sen is suing us."
"WHAT!?" everyone yelled in unison.
"You're not serious," 18 informed him.
"This is impossible," 17 said.
"How can she do that?" came Chi-Chi small voice.
"I don't know," Goku sighed. "But she can and she is. As soon as Vegeta gets back from Europe we're meeting with our lawyers, and hers. She says if we just stick to the truth we can't lose, but…"
"But what?"
"But 18's in a lot of trouble."
"Excuse me?" 18 snapped. "I'm in a lot of trouble? The last I heard—"
"You stole her daughter's blood, 18!"
"Oh…"
"We need to stay calm."
"Right!"
"You try!"
"What the hell!"
"This is ridiculous!"
"I can't believe it!"
"What's going on out here?" Mrs. Briefs normally quiet and soothing voice boomed over all others, still managing to retain its sweetness. "Are we out of syrup?"
They only shook their heads and continued eating. There was nothing they could do right now.
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"Can you believe I've never been to Paris?" Bulma beamed, pulling her luggage off the carousel and following Vegeta to their awaiting cab. She absently wondered when he had the time to call for one. "With all my family's money, we've never even been to France! England and Ireland and Itlay, for a little bit. But we're always so busy. Wow! Paris! This is beautiful!"
"It's an airport," Vegeta sighed, taking one of Bulma's suitcases.
"I know, but just knowing I'm in Paris. Oo! It gives me the shivers. You're the greatest, you know that? I could love you for this," she laughed.
Vegeta stiffened, but continued walking. The "L" word was his greatest fear, and hearing it from her mouth was enough to want to hop back on the plane and go home.
"So, where are we going first? It's only…Kami, I have no idea what time it is. But it doesn't look that late. We went back in time, right? Yeah, we definitely did. I want some dinner. Peanuts don't fill me up. Can we go to the Eiffel Tower tomorrow!? Oo! We should—"
"I swear," Vegeta said, catching her attention, "if you're going to talk like this the entire time, I'm getting back on that plane right now. Screw Europe. This is unbearable."
"Oh stop," she laughed. "You spoil everything. I'm just excited. Kami."
"We're going to the hotel, then to dinner. Ok?"
"I take it I'm going to have to dress nice?"
"We'll stop and get you a dress on the way."
"Kami! I'm not one for shopping, but Paris shopping? I think I might actually be excited."
"I'm giddy all over," he grumbled, then hoisted their luggage into the trunk of the cab. When she didn't join him in the back, he got out, grabbed her arm, and yanked her in. She'd been watching everyone walk by, still amazed that she was in Paris. "Monsieur." His accent was perfect. "Take us to this address," he said in flawless French, handing the driver a slip of paper and some cash.
"You never told me you knew French," Bulma said, a wide smile on her lips.
"I haven't told you a lot of things."
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"What was that all about?" 18 asked, eyeing the phone almost suspiciously.
"I…I honestly don't know…"
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Jun Tsuruga, otherwise known as "The Boss" by her employees, sat quietly in her office, the only sound coming from a small radio in the corner, tuned down to nearly zero volume. A pencil, flipped to look like rubber, was her only source of entertainment at the moment. Ever since Goku's car accident, her workload had been cut in half, and with all of today's work done, she had been struggling to entertain herself for the past two hours, and still had two to go of office time.
The phones seemed to have died. Jun couldn't remember the last time she heard it ring.
"Oh well," she sighed, flinging the pencil into a trash bin across the room. "Score."
She was about to get up and grab a coffee to keep herself from falling asleep, when the phone rang for the first time in hours. Hastily she straightened out her blouse, a nervous habit, and picked up the receiver. She was completely unprepared for the anxious voice at the other end.
"Jun!" Goku cried, grabbing her attention immediately. He didn't even wait for her to identify herself. "He's really gone mad this time! You have to stop him! He took off to the airport with her! And he won't tell us a thing!"
"Whoa, whoa," Jun said softly. "Calm down Goku. Now what's going on? Who are you talking about?" Though she had a pretty good guess.
"Ok," he sighed, taking a deep breath. Jun could hear 17 and 18 in the background, along with two or three other unidentifiable voices. "Vegeta called Bulma's house a few hours ago," he began.
"Yes, Bulma Briefs."
"Yeah, and he told her to pack her bags and that she was going to Europe. Then an hour later Vegeta showed up with plane tickets, ran Bulma up to her room, and came back down not even ten minutes later with two suitcases and some other bags. She didn't even have time to say anything to her parents, he just dragged her out of the house and put her in the car." He took another deep, calculated breath. Jun was stunned silent. "So, we called Mrs. Ouji and she said he was raving for two weeks about taking Bulma to Europe and she thought he was just talking bullshit—Excuse my language—but then he packed his bags and ran out of the house. I guess he called Mrs. Briefs in advance, because when Chi-Chi told her she just smiled and walked away…We tried to catch their plane before it took off, but we were too late. And we can't contact them 'til they land 'cause cellphones have to be turned off on planes. Jun! What the hell has gotten into him!? I really think he's insane this time!"
"Just calm down, Kami!" Jun snapped. "There has to be a logical explanation behind this. As soon as their flight gets in and Bulma calls you, which I'm sure she will, you call me. I'll find a way to get a hold of Vegeta, but until then I'm going to call his mother. And you try to get some information out of her mother. I'll call you back in an hour, ok? Now stay calm and don't do anything stupid."
"Like what!? Follow them!?"
"Exactly!"
A loud knock at the door caught Jun's attention.
"Just a minute!" she called. "Look Goku, I have to go, someone's here. Just remember what I said. I'll handle this. That's my job."
"Alright Boss," he sighed. "Bye."
"Bye Goku."
She looked around for a moment, then sat back in her desk chair, not remembering when she stood up. Slowly, she cupped her hands behind her head and leaned back, breathing quietly and trying her hardest not to scream in utter rage. The nerve of that guy, stealing one of the richest corporate icons in the world and flying off to Europe! What the hell was on his mind?
"Hello?" came a voice from behind the door.
"Kuso," Jun swore, straightening her blouse again. She'd forgotten about her visitor. "Yes, come in. Sorry about the wait, I was on an urgent call. I—Sen!? What the hell are you doing here!?"
"Well it's nice to see you too, Big Boss," Sen laughed, her tiny daughter Ryoko bouncing at her waist, lollipop dangling from her sticky fingers. Jun grimaced.
"What do you want? I already told you over the phone that you have no legal standing against my clients anymore. Ryoko is not Vegeta's daughter, and therefore you are in no position to demand anything from us."
"Who said anything about that?" she asked innocently.
"With you," Jun sneered, "it's always about that. Now tell me what you want or I'll have you thrown out."
"Fine," Sen sighed, reaching into her purse to pull out a rather thick stack of papers. "You take all the fun out of it. Here." She set the papers in front of Jun on her desk, then took a few steps back.
"What the hell is this? Order of Attorney? Are you suing Green Dragon!?"
"You're a bright one," Sen laughed. "That's exactly what I'm doing. Feel free to read through it, but I can give you a rough outline."
"Please do," Jun hissed through her teeth.
"Well, basically it states that Vegeta Ouji, of Green Dragon, seduced me while I was drunk, abandoned a child he didn't know was his or not until recently, went behind my back and took my daughter's BLOOD without my permission to do a paternity test, and made me suffer emotional hardships, etc…etc…"
"This'll never hold up!"
"You're so sure? Look, Jun, I don't want to do this anymore than you want it done, but I've made up my mind. I would have had my attorney deliver the papers, but I needed to tell you in person. I'll keep in touch."
Without another word, Sen sauntered out of Jun's office, laughing wildly when she closed the door.
"Could things get any worse?" Jun groaned, putting her head in her hands. And unfortunately, they would. For, at that very moment, Bulma and Vegeta were planting the seeds for the ultimate corruption of Green Dragon.
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"Mrs. Briefs!" Chi-Chi pleaded, her hands actually clasped out in front of her. "You have to tell us what you know! We know Bulma's not in any sort of physical danger, but Vegeta's not exactly the nicest guy in the world. She's being set up for heartbreak!"
"He's a lovely boy," was all Mrs. Briefs said, flipping the pancakes in her skillet. "I'll have these ready in a few minutes. Now everyone take a seat in the dining room."
"No," Krillin said firmly, catching everyone's attention. "Not until you tell us what's going on. We have every right to know what you know."
"Fine," she finally sighed. Even she knew when to stop playing games. "As soon as these are done and you kids are seated, I'll tell you all I know. But, I'm warning you, it isn't much."
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Bulma sighed deeply and stretched her limbs, careful not to hit Vegeta on her right, or an older gentleman on her left. They were on an ordinary commercial plane, in coach, which Vegeta continually complained about. He would have gotten first class tickets on a private jet if he'd had more time. To this Bulma asked, "What? Don't have your own jet?"
"I'm too busy to get a pilot's license," came his snappy reply. "There's no way I'm owning a plane if I can't fly it."
Now, crammed in such close quarters, Bulma finally felt relaxed. It'd been well over an hour since they'd rushed from her house, leaving their friends in a fury of confusion. She told Vegeta that the second that got off the plane she was calling home. He hadn't responded.
"If you asked me in advance I would have said yes," Bulma said, just after the stewardess brought their sodas and peanuts. "Believe it or not, I like spending time with you. I just feel really bad about leaving everyone like that. They must be going crazy. And if I know my mother, she won't tell them a thing. She likes to keep secrets until people literally blow up at her for not telling them…I am surprised, though, that she didn't leak the information to me. I'd think she'd be too excited to keep it in."
"She only knew for a day," Vegeta finally answered, ignoring his complimentary refreshments. "I didn't want to give you any reason to say no."
"Asking me on such short notice is the worst way to insure that, you know?"
"You're here, aren't you?"
"Why did you want me to come, anyway? And what about the others? Why leave them behind?"
"How can I seduce you with everyone around?" he said, receiving a playful punch in the arm. "Look." He leaned in, face inches from Bulma's, and brushed a loose strand of hair from her forehead. "I was more than my usual asshole self that day." Bulma didn't need to be told which day he was referring to. "I don't usually attack people like that…Not physically anyway…I'm not a frickin' barbarian."
"Could have fooled me," Bulma laughed. "I accept your apology."
"I didn't—"
"I said," she insisted, giving him a quick kiss on the nose, "I accept your apology. Just leave it be."
She settled back into her seat and closed her eyes, a small smile gracing her lips as Vegeta's hand found hers.
"Are we dating now?" he asked, the monotonousness of his voice masking all emotional ties to the question.
"No Vegeta," she sighed, not bothering to open her eyes. She knew he was staring at her. "Not yet."
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"Alright," Mrs. Briefs sighed, glancing over at Mrs. Ouji who had just arrived a few moments before, twisting and untwisting a towel in her hands; Chi-Chi had given it to her to relieve stress. There was no time to get acquainted, which actually made Mrs. Briefs slightly angry, but she could hold off for a little while. They were desperate for information. "Vegeta called me last night, very late I might add. I was about to go upstairs and give the phone to Bulma, but he said he wanted to talk to me. I promised him I wouldn't say a word to anyone until they were already gone, and that's exactly what I'm doing. I'm not about to let my daughter's possible future husband slip away because I can't keep a secret."
"Future husband!?" 17 and 18 boomed in unison.
"Mrs. Briefs," Chi-Chi interjected. "I don't think they've known each other quite that long. They're not even dating yet."
"Give them time," her mother sighed. "But, anyway, as I was saying." Everyone seemed to straighten up at her words. "He called and told me that he was planning to take Bulma to Europe for about a week. I was shocked, of course, because I've never heard of such a thing. Maybe because my family didn't really have money and boys just didn't call girls and take them on exotic vacations on the spur of the moment…Anyway…He said he…well…in my words he said he wanted to win her over. He was sort of babbling and that's what I picked up from what he said. He's a lovely boy."
"So, wait," Maris said. "You let him take Bulma without telling us?"
"Well yes. Isn't that what just happened?" Mrs. Briefs laughed. "Now, eat up. I don't want your food getting cold on account of my babbling. Mrs. Ouji, would you like some?"
"No thank you," she sighed. "18 dear."
"Yes?"
"Could you give me a call the second you find out something? If I know my son, the next time I hear from him will be the next time I see him."
"Of course. I'll walk you out."
The rest of the group was left in the dining room, picking at their pancakes, but not at all hungry. They just couldn't figure it. Why would Bulma leave with him and not demand to be able to tell them what's going on? Or at least say good-bye? Did she really like him as much as everyone had feared? Was her heart now in more danger?
Everyone seemed to sigh at the same time.
"Well, he's really done it this time," 18 sighed, upon returning to the room. She completely ignored her pancakes. Mrs. Briefs wasn't in the room to hound her, so she had no need for them. "I had to calm his mother down before I let her drive home. He doesn't know how much he effects her."
"No," Goku snapped. "He knows exactly what he does. That's why he does it."
"He's not all that bad."
"I'm beginning to think otherwise."
"Yeah, well—" The ringing her Goku's cellphone cut her off, and she waved her hand for him to answer it.
"Hello?…What!?…Where does she get off—…You can't be serious!?…This is unbelievable!…Alright…Yeah…Ok…Yes…Yes!…Bye."
"What the hell was that!?" 17 demanded, having clearly heard Jun's voice over the phone, though he couldn't exactly decipher what she'd said.
"Sen is suing us."
"WHAT!?" everyone yelled in unison.
"You're not serious," 18 informed him.
"This is impossible," 17 said.
"How can she do that?" came Chi-Chi small voice.
"I don't know," Goku sighed. "But she can and she is. As soon as Vegeta gets back from Europe we're meeting with our lawyers, and hers. She says if we just stick to the truth we can't lose, but…"
"But what?"
"But 18's in a lot of trouble."
"Excuse me?" 18 snapped. "I'm in a lot of trouble? The last I heard—"
"You stole her daughter's blood, 18!"
"Oh…"
"We need to stay calm."
"Right!"
"You try!"
"What the hell!"
"This is ridiculous!"
"I can't believe it!"
"What's going on out here?" Mrs. Briefs normally quiet and soothing voice boomed over all others, still managing to retain its sweetness. "Are we out of syrup?"
They only shook their heads and continued eating. There was nothing they could do right now.
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"Can you believe I've never been to Paris?" Bulma beamed, pulling her luggage off the carousel and following Vegeta to their awaiting cab. She absently wondered when he had the time to call for one. "With all my family's money, we've never even been to France! England and Ireland and Itlay, for a little bit. But we're always so busy. Wow! Paris! This is beautiful!"
"It's an airport," Vegeta sighed, taking one of Bulma's suitcases.
"I know, but just knowing I'm in Paris. Oo! It gives me the shivers. You're the greatest, you know that? I could love you for this," she laughed.
Vegeta stiffened, but continued walking. The "L" word was his greatest fear, and hearing it from her mouth was enough to want to hop back on the plane and go home.
"So, where are we going first? It's only…Kami, I have no idea what time it is. But it doesn't look that late. We went back in time, right? Yeah, we definitely did. I want some dinner. Peanuts don't fill me up. Can we go to the Eiffel Tower tomorrow!? Oo! We should—"
"I swear," Vegeta said, catching her attention, "if you're going to talk like this the entire time, I'm getting back on that plane right now. Screw Europe. This is unbearable."
"Oh stop," she laughed. "You spoil everything. I'm just excited. Kami."
"We're going to the hotel, then to dinner. Ok?"
"I take it I'm going to have to dress nice?"
"We'll stop and get you a dress on the way."
"Kami! I'm not one for shopping, but Paris shopping? I think I might actually be excited."
"I'm giddy all over," he grumbled, then hoisted their luggage into the trunk of the cab. When she didn't join him in the back, he got out, grabbed her arm, and yanked her in. She'd been watching everyone walk by, still amazed that she was in Paris. "Monsieur." His accent was perfect. "Take us to this address," he said in flawless French, handing the driver a slip of paper and some cash.
"You never told me you knew French," Bulma said, a wide smile on her lips.
"I haven't told you a lot of things."
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