Erm- thanks for reviewing! Hope you enjoy this chapter.
Vegeta's baby sister- I'm so glad you like my fic! Thanks so much for reviewing!
Seruleyan-Wings- I have tons more ideas!!!!! needs to get them all out of her head before it explodes! I had an amazing one pop into my head as I was drving to work tonight, which I can't wait to tell you about next time I see you online! ;) And to make you and all my other fans happy, I finally posted the next chapter of My Name Is!!! I'm so proud of myself! I even have a full 2 pages of the next chapter finished! beams with inner pride Okay! So I'm glad you like this story as well as the others. Thanks for your support, girl, and I can't wait for you to post on your fics! Luv ya!
Videlchan313- If you ever need a good plot, just let me know! I'll be glad to give you one, I have far too many in this head of mine, and not enough time to write them all, so i'd gladly give one or two away to people. Honestly! Just ask, I'll help. Seruleyan can tell you. I helped her with some things, but she also helped me, too. I'm really glad you enjoy this story! I might be slow with my postings for this because I'm trying to concentrate on My Name Is, which I know you can't wait for me to get to the end of! ;)
Shades od Crimson- I love Gilmore Girls too!!!! And I totally don't think it's sad that you stay home on Tuesdays to watch it! Hell, my freshman year of college, my roommate and I had Tuesday TV night. We watched Gilmore Girls, Law & Order, Buffy, and Roswell, and we never missed a might of it! I bought the season 1 DVD set of Gilmore Girls when it came out, and I've been watching it ever since! I can't wait for the season 2 set, that was my favorite season! Sadly, I missed the last half of the third season, and I've only caught snippets of the season 4, but I hear they're great! I need re-runs! hahaha Anyhow, I just thought this would be a cute little thing to do. I always like the idea of Lorelai and Christopher being together, not that I don't think Luke and Lorelai would be an amazing couple, because I do! I just thought. 'Hey, this would be an interesting B&V fic if done the right way! crosses fingers lets hope I can pull it off, right! ;) Luv ya!
DBZ-fan-JESS- Gilmore Girls is great! Don't worry, I don't intend on there being anything between Bulma and Radditz. I'm thinking that I might make Radditz married already. Who knows!?!?! ;) Thanks for reviewing!
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Chapter 2: The fine art of Blackmail!
A lone figure stood in the shadows of an enormous mansion mentally debating whether this was really her only choice. She lifted her coffee cup to her mouth and took a large gulp, trying to gather her nerves. Bulma downed the rest of her drink and glanced around as if there might actually be a garbage can hanging around. She walked back and forth before deciding to dumped the empty cup into the bushes by the door.
"Okay. Here goes nothing," she whispered to herself. She reached out and pressed the doorbell.
The door opened a few seconds later, and a woman in her late fifties stared back at Bulma with a surprised look. on her face. "Bulma? What on earth are you doing here? What's the occasion?" She trailed off suspiciously.
Bulma smiled beautifully and fidgeted with her with her purse. "Hi, mom! No special reason. I was just in the neighborhood, and I thought I'd stop by and say hi." They stared at each other for a few silent seconds. Bulma continued to smile. "Hi!"
Her mother stepped back, opening the door wider. "Well, I suppose since you're in the neighborhood. Come on in," she said sarcastically.
Bulma rolled her eyes when her mother's back was turned and took off her coat once she entered the foyer. "Did you change the funiture around, mom? The place looks a little different?" She attempted to start a conversation.
"No, we didn't change anything around," she shot back. "You might notice if you came around more than three times a year." She lead the way into the sitting room, where Bulma's father was sitting reading a book. "James, look who decided to drop by."
He looked up and stared for a moment. "Bulma? Lillian, is it a holiday?" He asked his wife.
Bulma groaned. "Yeah, it's 'drop in on your parents completely unexpected' day."
Her parents exchanged disgruntled looks after processing her little joke. James Briefs stood up and walked over to the liquor cart. "So what brings you here, Bulma?"
"Um, well, you see," she stuttered as her mother watched her intensely. "I have some big news, really important and." She sat down on the small victorian style couch. "You might want to sit down, dad."
"I'm perfectly capable of making and drink and listening, Bulma. Now, go on."
The young, blue haired woman let out a deep sigh and folded her hands neatly in her lap. "Trunks was accepted to Worthington."
James almost knocked over his glass, and Lillian moved to the edge of her seat with an ecstatic smile on her face. "This is wonderful," the older woman gushed. "When does he start?"
Bulma smiled slightly. "Monday, but I'm, uh, having a little problem with the admissions office," she stated slowly.
"Money," her father said, causing a moment of silence to take over.
"Look, I'll understand if you say no, but this is for Trunks, not me," she told them. "I intend on paying you back in full as soon as I can. It's just a loan." When she still didn't receive an answer, she restorted to begging. "Please, I've never asked you for anything over the years."
Lillian looked as if she had been insulted, but her husband spoke before she could speak. "Very well. I'll write you a check."
"Wait!" Lillian spoke up.
'No!' Bulma thought frantically. 'No, no, no!!' "What, mom?"
"Since we're lending you this money, I think it's only fair that you and Trunks come to dinner once a week. We hardly ever get to see our grandson, and if we're going to be supporting his education, we deserve to see him!"
"Are you serious?" Bulma asked in disbelief.
"Yes." Lillian stood up and motioned toward the door. "If you agree to this, then we'll see you and Trunks on Friday night, and you'll leave with a check. If you don't agree, then I'm sorry."
Bulma stood up without another word and walked out the door. She kept walking ever after hearing her mother call out after her that dinner would be at 7 o'clock sharp. Pulling the car door open she tossed her purse and jacket over onto the passenger seat and slid in the her seat.
"Why me?" She wondered, letting her forehead hit against the steering wheel.
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"How'd it go?" Akira asked, placing an over-sized cheeseburger in front of Bulma and sitting down across from her.
"Oh, it went," Bulma replied. "Straight to hell! She's blackmailing me! Lillian Briefs will only give me the money if I agree to show up once a week, for god knows how long, and have dinner with her and dad!"
"Sorry, B, but what else can you do? You said before that Vegeta doesn't have the money to pay for Worthington, so who else are you going to hit up for it?"
"Holy shit!" Bulma stood up abruptly.
Akira looked around and slowly got to her feet. "What?" She asked in a confused tone.
"Arthos! I could ask Arthos for the money!"
"Who's that?"
"Trunks' uncle," Bulma stated happily.
"You have a brother?"
"No! Arthos Ries-Ouji. He's Vegeta's half brother. I can't believe I forgot all about him. He lives just an hour away!"
Akira sat back down. "Why would you go to him? I've never heard you talk about him once before today."
Bulma returned to her seat as well and smirked. "He's an old, dear friend of mine. I grew up with him and Vegeta since we were in diapers!" She grabbed her purse and pulled out her keys. "I'm going there now," she announced. "Can you put this on my tab? I'll pay for it tomorrow."
"Yeah, sure. Want me to have it wrapped up?"
"No! Trunks was supposed to meet me here after school. Leave it for him to eat when he gets here." She walked over to the door and opened it. "Oh! Can you just tell him I'll be home in three hours?"
Akira nodded. "Yeah, no prob. Good luck with this Arthos guy."
"Thanks," Bulma caled out happily.
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"So, I was thinking that we could go see a movie Friday night," Keelin stated with a smile. "We haven't had the chance to do the best friend private celebration yet!"
Trunks nodded. "Sounds good," he answered distractedly.
"What sounds good?" She asked, trying to get him to pay attention to her.
The lavender haired teen looked over at his best friend. "Huh, what?"
Keelin gave a frustrated sigh and sat down on a nearby bench. "You've been off in Trunks-world all day. What's up with you?"
"Sorry, I just," he started to explain but was interrupted as the source of his problem walked by with a group of her friends.
"Earth to Trunks! You've got to stop dazing out on me like that. I'm trying to make plans for this weekend, and you're not paying attention to me," Keelin growled, snapping her fingers in front of his face to get his attention.
"Who is that girl? I haven't seen here before today."
Keelin glared toward the group of preppy girls walking down the street. "The new girl? I think her name is Syl. Why?" She waited for his reply, but when she heard nothing in return, it dawned on her. "Oh my god!"
Trunks looked around. "What? What is it?"
"You like her! You have crush on the new girl," Keelin teased.
"Like I've never had a crush before," he muttered.
"You've never dazed off over one before. Hmm. I wonder why this one's different," she pondered aloud.
Trunks picked up his bookbag and started walking toward the diner. "See ya!"
Keelin jumped up. "Hey! Wait for me, Trunks!"
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"I'm coming!"
Bulma chuckled to herself at the person shouting from the other side of the door. She reached forward and rang the doorbell a couple hundred more times just to mess with her old friend some more.
"Oh my god, you better be one hell of a good-looking woman or else I'm going to." The door opened, and the man standing in it's frame stood there frozen like a stated with his mouth hanging open. "Bulma?!"
"No need to tell me the 'or else' part, eh?" She grinned at him, waiting for the shock to go away.
Arthos shook himself from his shocked state and pulled her into his arms. "How the hell are you, B?!"
"I'm fine," she told him, hugging him back. "How've you been?"
He released her from his arms, but keep his hands resting on her shoulders. "I've been good. I wasn't expecting to see you until Christmas or New Year's Eve. It's only been what two months?"
Bulma nodded. "Yeah, almost three. July 4th, your parents big party," she reminded.
He smirked. "Oh yeah, I remember now. Well, actually I don't," he laughed. "I was drunk before I even got there."
"Why am I not surprised?" She asked sarcastically.
"Oh, geez, where are my manners? Come on in," he invited, moving out of the way and ushering her into the small foyer of his apartment. "Can I take your coat?"
Bulma slipped out of her jean jacket and handed it over to him. "Thanks."
"No prob. So, what brings you to the city?"
"I bring good news and bad," she told him.
Arthos nodded. "I see. Let's go into the livingroom and have a seat."
The two friends walked into a spacious room filled with earthy tones and big cushy chairs. It screamed 'this is a guys' place'. Bulma smiled, running her hand over the arm of a leather chair. "I didn't get a chance to come to your party when you moved into this place. It's really nice. I can definitely tell that an Ouji man lives her," she teased, taking a seat across from him.
"Correction," a deep a voice spoke up from the enterance. "Ouji men live here."
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What a lovely cliffy if I do say so myself! mu hahahahahaha! Tune in next time to find out what happens, and don't forget to review and let me know what ya think! ;)
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PANDORA ;)
Vegeta's baby sister- I'm so glad you like my fic! Thanks so much for reviewing!
Seruleyan-Wings- I have tons more ideas!!!!! needs to get them all out of her head before it explodes! I had an amazing one pop into my head as I was drving to work tonight, which I can't wait to tell you about next time I see you online! ;) And to make you and all my other fans happy, I finally posted the next chapter of My Name Is!!! I'm so proud of myself! I even have a full 2 pages of the next chapter finished! beams with inner pride Okay! So I'm glad you like this story as well as the others. Thanks for your support, girl, and I can't wait for you to post on your fics! Luv ya!
Videlchan313- If you ever need a good plot, just let me know! I'll be glad to give you one, I have far too many in this head of mine, and not enough time to write them all, so i'd gladly give one or two away to people. Honestly! Just ask, I'll help. Seruleyan can tell you. I helped her with some things, but she also helped me, too. I'm really glad you enjoy this story! I might be slow with my postings for this because I'm trying to concentrate on My Name Is, which I know you can't wait for me to get to the end of! ;)
Shades od Crimson- I love Gilmore Girls too!!!! And I totally don't think it's sad that you stay home on Tuesdays to watch it! Hell, my freshman year of college, my roommate and I had Tuesday TV night. We watched Gilmore Girls, Law & Order, Buffy, and Roswell, and we never missed a might of it! I bought the season 1 DVD set of Gilmore Girls when it came out, and I've been watching it ever since! I can't wait for the season 2 set, that was my favorite season! Sadly, I missed the last half of the third season, and I've only caught snippets of the season 4, but I hear they're great! I need re-runs! hahaha Anyhow, I just thought this would be a cute little thing to do. I always like the idea of Lorelai and Christopher being together, not that I don't think Luke and Lorelai would be an amazing couple, because I do! I just thought. 'Hey, this would be an interesting B&V fic if done the right way! crosses fingers lets hope I can pull it off, right! ;) Luv ya!
DBZ-fan-JESS- Gilmore Girls is great! Don't worry, I don't intend on there being anything between Bulma and Radditz. I'm thinking that I might make Radditz married already. Who knows!?!?! ;) Thanks for reviewing!
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Chapter 2: The fine art of Blackmail!
A lone figure stood in the shadows of an enormous mansion mentally debating whether this was really her only choice. She lifted her coffee cup to her mouth and took a large gulp, trying to gather her nerves. Bulma downed the rest of her drink and glanced around as if there might actually be a garbage can hanging around. She walked back and forth before deciding to dumped the empty cup into the bushes by the door.
"Okay. Here goes nothing," she whispered to herself. She reached out and pressed the doorbell.
The door opened a few seconds later, and a woman in her late fifties stared back at Bulma with a surprised look. on her face. "Bulma? What on earth are you doing here? What's the occasion?" She trailed off suspiciously.
Bulma smiled beautifully and fidgeted with her with her purse. "Hi, mom! No special reason. I was just in the neighborhood, and I thought I'd stop by and say hi." They stared at each other for a few silent seconds. Bulma continued to smile. "Hi!"
Her mother stepped back, opening the door wider. "Well, I suppose since you're in the neighborhood. Come on in," she said sarcastically.
Bulma rolled her eyes when her mother's back was turned and took off her coat once she entered the foyer. "Did you change the funiture around, mom? The place looks a little different?" She attempted to start a conversation.
"No, we didn't change anything around," she shot back. "You might notice if you came around more than three times a year." She lead the way into the sitting room, where Bulma's father was sitting reading a book. "James, look who decided to drop by."
He looked up and stared for a moment. "Bulma? Lillian, is it a holiday?" He asked his wife.
Bulma groaned. "Yeah, it's 'drop in on your parents completely unexpected' day."
Her parents exchanged disgruntled looks after processing her little joke. James Briefs stood up and walked over to the liquor cart. "So what brings you here, Bulma?"
"Um, well, you see," she stuttered as her mother watched her intensely. "I have some big news, really important and." She sat down on the small victorian style couch. "You might want to sit down, dad."
"I'm perfectly capable of making and drink and listening, Bulma. Now, go on."
The young, blue haired woman let out a deep sigh and folded her hands neatly in her lap. "Trunks was accepted to Worthington."
James almost knocked over his glass, and Lillian moved to the edge of her seat with an ecstatic smile on her face. "This is wonderful," the older woman gushed. "When does he start?"
Bulma smiled slightly. "Monday, but I'm, uh, having a little problem with the admissions office," she stated slowly.
"Money," her father said, causing a moment of silence to take over.
"Look, I'll understand if you say no, but this is for Trunks, not me," she told them. "I intend on paying you back in full as soon as I can. It's just a loan." When she still didn't receive an answer, she restorted to begging. "Please, I've never asked you for anything over the years."
Lillian looked as if she had been insulted, but her husband spoke before she could speak. "Very well. I'll write you a check."
"Wait!" Lillian spoke up.
'No!' Bulma thought frantically. 'No, no, no!!' "What, mom?"
"Since we're lending you this money, I think it's only fair that you and Trunks come to dinner once a week. We hardly ever get to see our grandson, and if we're going to be supporting his education, we deserve to see him!"
"Are you serious?" Bulma asked in disbelief.
"Yes." Lillian stood up and motioned toward the door. "If you agree to this, then we'll see you and Trunks on Friday night, and you'll leave with a check. If you don't agree, then I'm sorry."
Bulma stood up without another word and walked out the door. She kept walking ever after hearing her mother call out after her that dinner would be at 7 o'clock sharp. Pulling the car door open she tossed her purse and jacket over onto the passenger seat and slid in the her seat.
"Why me?" She wondered, letting her forehead hit against the steering wheel.
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"How'd it go?" Akira asked, placing an over-sized cheeseburger in front of Bulma and sitting down across from her.
"Oh, it went," Bulma replied. "Straight to hell! She's blackmailing me! Lillian Briefs will only give me the money if I agree to show up once a week, for god knows how long, and have dinner with her and dad!"
"Sorry, B, but what else can you do? You said before that Vegeta doesn't have the money to pay for Worthington, so who else are you going to hit up for it?"
"Holy shit!" Bulma stood up abruptly.
Akira looked around and slowly got to her feet. "What?" She asked in a confused tone.
"Arthos! I could ask Arthos for the money!"
"Who's that?"
"Trunks' uncle," Bulma stated happily.
"You have a brother?"
"No! Arthos Ries-Ouji. He's Vegeta's half brother. I can't believe I forgot all about him. He lives just an hour away!"
Akira sat back down. "Why would you go to him? I've never heard you talk about him once before today."
Bulma returned to her seat as well and smirked. "He's an old, dear friend of mine. I grew up with him and Vegeta since we were in diapers!" She grabbed her purse and pulled out her keys. "I'm going there now," she announced. "Can you put this on my tab? I'll pay for it tomorrow."
"Yeah, sure. Want me to have it wrapped up?"
"No! Trunks was supposed to meet me here after school. Leave it for him to eat when he gets here." She walked over to the door and opened it. "Oh! Can you just tell him I'll be home in three hours?"
Akira nodded. "Yeah, no prob. Good luck with this Arthos guy."
"Thanks," Bulma caled out happily.
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"So, I was thinking that we could go see a movie Friday night," Keelin stated with a smile. "We haven't had the chance to do the best friend private celebration yet!"
Trunks nodded. "Sounds good," he answered distractedly.
"What sounds good?" She asked, trying to get him to pay attention to her.
The lavender haired teen looked over at his best friend. "Huh, what?"
Keelin gave a frustrated sigh and sat down on a nearby bench. "You've been off in Trunks-world all day. What's up with you?"
"Sorry, I just," he started to explain but was interrupted as the source of his problem walked by with a group of her friends.
"Earth to Trunks! You've got to stop dazing out on me like that. I'm trying to make plans for this weekend, and you're not paying attention to me," Keelin growled, snapping her fingers in front of his face to get his attention.
"Who is that girl? I haven't seen here before today."
Keelin glared toward the group of preppy girls walking down the street. "The new girl? I think her name is Syl. Why?" She waited for his reply, but when she heard nothing in return, it dawned on her. "Oh my god!"
Trunks looked around. "What? What is it?"
"You like her! You have crush on the new girl," Keelin teased.
"Like I've never had a crush before," he muttered.
"You've never dazed off over one before. Hmm. I wonder why this one's different," she pondered aloud.
Trunks picked up his bookbag and started walking toward the diner. "See ya!"
Keelin jumped up. "Hey! Wait for me, Trunks!"
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"I'm coming!"
Bulma chuckled to herself at the person shouting from the other side of the door. She reached forward and rang the doorbell a couple hundred more times just to mess with her old friend some more.
"Oh my god, you better be one hell of a good-looking woman or else I'm going to." The door opened, and the man standing in it's frame stood there frozen like a stated with his mouth hanging open. "Bulma?!"
"No need to tell me the 'or else' part, eh?" She grinned at him, waiting for the shock to go away.
Arthos shook himself from his shocked state and pulled her into his arms. "How the hell are you, B?!"
"I'm fine," she told him, hugging him back. "How've you been?"
He released her from his arms, but keep his hands resting on her shoulders. "I've been good. I wasn't expecting to see you until Christmas or New Year's Eve. It's only been what two months?"
Bulma nodded. "Yeah, almost three. July 4th, your parents big party," she reminded.
He smirked. "Oh yeah, I remember now. Well, actually I don't," he laughed. "I was drunk before I even got there."
"Why am I not surprised?" She asked sarcastically.
"Oh, geez, where are my manners? Come on in," he invited, moving out of the way and ushering her into the small foyer of his apartment. "Can I take your coat?"
Bulma slipped out of her jean jacket and handed it over to him. "Thanks."
"No prob. So, what brings you to the city?"
"I bring good news and bad," she told him.
Arthos nodded. "I see. Let's go into the livingroom and have a seat."
The two friends walked into a spacious room filled with earthy tones and big cushy chairs. It screamed 'this is a guys' place'. Bulma smiled, running her hand over the arm of a leather chair. "I didn't get a chance to come to your party when you moved into this place. It's really nice. I can definitely tell that an Ouji man lives her," she teased, taking a seat across from him.
"Correction," a deep a voice spoke up from the enterance. "Ouji men live here."
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What a lovely cliffy if I do say so myself! mu hahahahahaha! Tune in next time to find out what happens, and don't forget to review and let me know what ya think! ;)
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PANDORA ;)