So my boss has been an ass as of late. He refuses to look at our
department and see the positive, he only sees the negative. Plus, we just
got a new girl that he loves, so now we're all shit compared to her (even
though she takes longer to do everything, gets bitchier than all of us
combined, and complains more than anyone). So, in short, even though I
feel I work my ass of for him, am one of the most knowledgeable in the
department, always does what he wants, sold a Cockatoo at full price two
weeks after we got him in to really good people, have customers that only
want to talk to me, and always get my work done RIGHT and then some...he
treats me like shit. I feel really worthless right now because of him.
So the point to all of that was to give a big thank you to every one of you who review. You all make me feel so wonderful when I read what you have to say. To be at work all damn day long and feel like no one can see the good that I do, but then to come home and see that there are people out there that like something that I wrote...it's just the pick-me up that I needed. I came home drained and exhausted, but when I read my reviews, I just felt a burst of energy and happiness and knew that I had to write again tonight so you guys could read it.
Thank you so much, you have all really made me feel a lot better. Here's Chapter 6.
Chapter 6: The day it All Went to HflL
They lay together on the bathroom floor, panting as they try to recover. The smell of sex hung in the air and clung to their damp bodies. Bulma giggled to herself and cast a tentative look towards her partner in afternoon crime.
"How 'bout that shower now, Vegeta? I'll wash your back if you wash mine." she said as she smiled at him.
Three weeks later:
You know that feeling that you get when you know something bad is going to happen? You can almost feel the black cloud that hangs over your head as you move about your day, waiting for the axe to fall. It's even worse when you know that there is a very distinct possibility that something specific and bad will happen. Either it will or it won't, but either way the anticipation makes you want to vomit. You're whole body feels like it's on the edge of a cliff. You're palms are clammy, you're heart is racing, your head feels fuzzy and your mind is racing. It's the worst kind of anticipation. You can't rest until you know if that bad thing is going to happen or not.
This is how Bulma Breifs felt one early Wednesday morning in June. She sat on a plush bench in the private rest room attached to her office. The contents of her purse were scattered on the vanity, next to a blond wig, pinks shaded sunglasses, and a trendy white hat.
Bulma had her make up done in a very unprofessional way. Her blue eyes were sporting brown contacts and her shadow was much darker than normal. Her normally porcelain face was a shade or so darker, while her cheeks had enough blush to make them look like targets. Her lips were painted a dark shade of pinkish mauve, perfectly outlined. Huge hoop earring adorned her little ears, and she reeked of cheap raspberry lotion. No one would have guessed that the trendy blonde buying cosmetics and a pregnancy test was the brash, yet classy, capsule corporation heiress, Burma Briefs.
So, there Bulma sat, watching the seconds tick by on her beautiful Rolex watch her father gave her for her birthday last year, waiting for the little line to appear on the test. She had almost had a heart attack when she saw the line in the control window pop up, but no, two lines you're pregnant, one line you're not. So she decided to wait it out on the other side of the room.
One minute seemed to last one hour as the hand on her watch moved around the face. Of course, as soon as one minute was up, she felt like it was over too soon. She didn't want to know. She didn't even want to think about it. How on Kami's green Earth did she think that having unprotected sex, on several occasions over the last four weeks, wouldn't end up in her waiting to find out if she was sporting a little demi-Saiyan? Her period was so regular she could set her watch to it, and yet she had simply passed off her being late as a fluke. It was the stress, ya know, it happens. However, she couldn't deny the facts when she was a week late. So, this morning she dawned her little disguise and set out to get the test, and here she sat, petrified to know the truth.
Gathering up her strength, and reminding herself that she was the heiress and VP of a multi-billion dollar company and could handle anything, she stood. Bulma felt dizzy as she weakly weaved across the room to the sink. Steeling herself and taking in a cleansing breath, she looked down. Two lines you're pregnant, one line your not, she read from the instructions that she had placed over the test stick. She lifted the instructions.
She felt like she could breath again and chanced a look at herself in the mirror. She looked like a hooker. The thought made her laugh and she grabbed a towel and began to wipe the cake makeup off her face. After a good primping session Bulma packed up her things, put the test, box, and any other evidence of the test in her purse, and walked into her office. She sat down behind her mahogany desk and paged her secretary.
"Mina?" She asked.
"Yes Ms. Briefs?" Came this bubbly voice of the young woman outside the door.
"Cancel my appointments and hold my calls. I reviewed the results of an important test today, and I have a couple of lines I have to deal with."
"Yes, Ms. Briefs."
Clicking off the intercom, Bulma took a deep breath, a finally broke down. It hurt to try to keep the sobs inside, but never the less she didn't need Mina running in to make sure she was alright. She felt numb when she looked at that test. She felt nothing. All she could think was 'Well, at least I know'. Well, now she wished she didn't.
"How the Hell am I going to tell Vegeta?" She whispered to herself. After a good long cry, Bulma still sat in her office, staring at the wall with a blank expression on her face. She was shaken from her trance when she heard Mina call from her door.
"Ms. Briefs, it's after 5:00, will you be staying late?"
"Yes, but you go home, Mina. If fact, I won't be on tomorrow. If you would like, you can leave a note for Suki to take all my calls and you can take the day too, paid of course." She offered with a weak smile.
"Thanks Ms. Briefs...I hope you don't mind me asking, but are you alright?" The little brunette asked, obvious concern for her boss etched in her face.
"I'll be fine, Mina, now go home and enjoy yourself." "Yes, Ms. Briefs."
Later that evening, Bulma waited in her room, fully expecting Vegeta to be in soon for his nightly 'stress relief'. As if on cue, she heard her window opened and turned to see a very sweaty Saiyan climb into her room. She stood, willing herself to steel her nerves and look him in the face. He must have picked up on her scent or the sound of her racing pulse, because before he even looked at her, he noticed her fear.
"What the Hell is your Problem" He ground out, clearly upset that she wasn't in the mood.
Before she could think better of it, or recite her well planned out speech, she blurted it out; afraid she wouldn't if she waited.
"I'm pregnant." She said, a little to forceful for her tastes.
His face remained stony as she stared at him with fear in her eyes.
"I don't expect you to claim the child. I don't expect you to be a father. I won't rely on you in any way. I'll continue to offer you an upgraded training room and anything else you would want, just like if this had never happened. You could stay here, or we could set you up elsewhere if you would like. All I ask is that you let me and my baby live, And I promise, as long as you don't deny me my child, I won't deny you yours, either, if that is what you want. I just want my baby...you, of course, may do as you like. I wouldn't dream of trying to trap you or hold you down...I just want my baby..." she trailed off, a look of pleading on her face and tears in her eyes.
"You're right. I will do as I like, and you have no control over that, or me." His voice was steady and unusually quiet.
"I won't kill you, or the brat. As for claiming it...I won't deny it. As for being a father, I wouldn't count on it. I'm here to train; to defeat the tin cans that boy predicted, and then to beat Kakkarot. This is not part of the plan."
Bulma was expecting much worse. In fact, this was better than she was hoping for. She could raise her child, and Vegeta would still be around. At the moment, she didn't care if he wanted to be a father, he wasn't going to deny his child, and she wouldn't have to lie to her baby about his or her lineage. For the first time since this morning, she felt relieved. Knees shaking, she sat down on the edge of the bed.
"Thanks" she whispered.
Vegeta nodded and made for the window. As he was about to climb through, he looked back at her. She was sitting on her bed with her hands on her belly, a silly little smile plastered on her face. He smirked.
"It's about time you figured it out, woman. I've know for weeks" and with that, he was off.
Read and review please, it makes me really happy! Happy Kanjizai writes faster!
So the point to all of that was to give a big thank you to every one of you who review. You all make me feel so wonderful when I read what you have to say. To be at work all damn day long and feel like no one can see the good that I do, but then to come home and see that there are people out there that like something that I wrote...it's just the pick-me up that I needed. I came home drained and exhausted, but when I read my reviews, I just felt a burst of energy and happiness and knew that I had to write again tonight so you guys could read it.
Thank you so much, you have all really made me feel a lot better. Here's Chapter 6.
Chapter 6: The day it All Went to HflL
They lay together on the bathroom floor, panting as they try to recover. The smell of sex hung in the air and clung to their damp bodies. Bulma giggled to herself and cast a tentative look towards her partner in afternoon crime.
"How 'bout that shower now, Vegeta? I'll wash your back if you wash mine." she said as she smiled at him.
Three weeks later:
You know that feeling that you get when you know something bad is going to happen? You can almost feel the black cloud that hangs over your head as you move about your day, waiting for the axe to fall. It's even worse when you know that there is a very distinct possibility that something specific and bad will happen. Either it will or it won't, but either way the anticipation makes you want to vomit. You're whole body feels like it's on the edge of a cliff. You're palms are clammy, you're heart is racing, your head feels fuzzy and your mind is racing. It's the worst kind of anticipation. You can't rest until you know if that bad thing is going to happen or not.
This is how Bulma Breifs felt one early Wednesday morning in June. She sat on a plush bench in the private rest room attached to her office. The contents of her purse were scattered on the vanity, next to a blond wig, pinks shaded sunglasses, and a trendy white hat.
Bulma had her make up done in a very unprofessional way. Her blue eyes were sporting brown contacts and her shadow was much darker than normal. Her normally porcelain face was a shade or so darker, while her cheeks had enough blush to make them look like targets. Her lips were painted a dark shade of pinkish mauve, perfectly outlined. Huge hoop earring adorned her little ears, and she reeked of cheap raspberry lotion. No one would have guessed that the trendy blonde buying cosmetics and a pregnancy test was the brash, yet classy, capsule corporation heiress, Burma Briefs.
So, there Bulma sat, watching the seconds tick by on her beautiful Rolex watch her father gave her for her birthday last year, waiting for the little line to appear on the test. She had almost had a heart attack when she saw the line in the control window pop up, but no, two lines you're pregnant, one line you're not. So she decided to wait it out on the other side of the room.
One minute seemed to last one hour as the hand on her watch moved around the face. Of course, as soon as one minute was up, she felt like it was over too soon. She didn't want to know. She didn't even want to think about it. How on Kami's green Earth did she think that having unprotected sex, on several occasions over the last four weeks, wouldn't end up in her waiting to find out if she was sporting a little demi-Saiyan? Her period was so regular she could set her watch to it, and yet she had simply passed off her being late as a fluke. It was the stress, ya know, it happens. However, she couldn't deny the facts when she was a week late. So, this morning she dawned her little disguise and set out to get the test, and here she sat, petrified to know the truth.
Gathering up her strength, and reminding herself that she was the heiress and VP of a multi-billion dollar company and could handle anything, she stood. Bulma felt dizzy as she weakly weaved across the room to the sink. Steeling herself and taking in a cleansing breath, she looked down. Two lines you're pregnant, one line your not, she read from the instructions that she had placed over the test stick. She lifted the instructions.
She felt like she could breath again and chanced a look at herself in the mirror. She looked like a hooker. The thought made her laugh and she grabbed a towel and began to wipe the cake makeup off her face. After a good primping session Bulma packed up her things, put the test, box, and any other evidence of the test in her purse, and walked into her office. She sat down behind her mahogany desk and paged her secretary.
"Mina?" She asked.
"Yes Ms. Briefs?" Came this bubbly voice of the young woman outside the door.
"Cancel my appointments and hold my calls. I reviewed the results of an important test today, and I have a couple of lines I have to deal with."
"Yes, Ms. Briefs."
Clicking off the intercom, Bulma took a deep breath, a finally broke down. It hurt to try to keep the sobs inside, but never the less she didn't need Mina running in to make sure she was alright. She felt numb when she looked at that test. She felt nothing. All she could think was 'Well, at least I know'. Well, now she wished she didn't.
"How the Hell am I going to tell Vegeta?" She whispered to herself. After a good long cry, Bulma still sat in her office, staring at the wall with a blank expression on her face. She was shaken from her trance when she heard Mina call from her door.
"Ms. Briefs, it's after 5:00, will you be staying late?"
"Yes, but you go home, Mina. If fact, I won't be on tomorrow. If you would like, you can leave a note for Suki to take all my calls and you can take the day too, paid of course." She offered with a weak smile.
"Thanks Ms. Briefs...I hope you don't mind me asking, but are you alright?" The little brunette asked, obvious concern for her boss etched in her face.
"I'll be fine, Mina, now go home and enjoy yourself." "Yes, Ms. Briefs."
Later that evening, Bulma waited in her room, fully expecting Vegeta to be in soon for his nightly 'stress relief'. As if on cue, she heard her window opened and turned to see a very sweaty Saiyan climb into her room. She stood, willing herself to steel her nerves and look him in the face. He must have picked up on her scent or the sound of her racing pulse, because before he even looked at her, he noticed her fear.
"What the Hell is your Problem" He ground out, clearly upset that she wasn't in the mood.
Before she could think better of it, or recite her well planned out speech, she blurted it out; afraid she wouldn't if she waited.
"I'm pregnant." She said, a little to forceful for her tastes.
His face remained stony as she stared at him with fear in her eyes.
"I don't expect you to claim the child. I don't expect you to be a father. I won't rely on you in any way. I'll continue to offer you an upgraded training room and anything else you would want, just like if this had never happened. You could stay here, or we could set you up elsewhere if you would like. All I ask is that you let me and my baby live, And I promise, as long as you don't deny me my child, I won't deny you yours, either, if that is what you want. I just want my baby...you, of course, may do as you like. I wouldn't dream of trying to trap you or hold you down...I just want my baby..." she trailed off, a look of pleading on her face and tears in her eyes.
"You're right. I will do as I like, and you have no control over that, or me." His voice was steady and unusually quiet.
"I won't kill you, or the brat. As for claiming it...I won't deny it. As for being a father, I wouldn't count on it. I'm here to train; to defeat the tin cans that boy predicted, and then to beat Kakkarot. This is not part of the plan."
Bulma was expecting much worse. In fact, this was better than she was hoping for. She could raise her child, and Vegeta would still be around. At the moment, she didn't care if he wanted to be a father, he wasn't going to deny his child, and she wouldn't have to lie to her baby about his or her lineage. For the first time since this morning, she felt relieved. Knees shaking, she sat down on the edge of the bed.
"Thanks" she whispered.
Vegeta nodded and made for the window. As he was about to climb through, he looked back at her. She was sitting on her bed with her hands on her belly, a silly little smile plastered on her face. He smirked.
"It's about time you figured it out, woman. I've know for weeks" and with that, he was off.
Read and review please, it makes me really happy! Happy Kanjizai writes faster!