Title: Pride
Chapter 11: Dinnerdate?
Written by: ChaosMagicianGirl
Disclaimer: ……………………………………………….long silence WHAT?
Date: 4-4-2005
A/N: So sorry for the late update! But better late then never right. I've got a bunch of new ideas for the story. So new chapter(s) shouldn't take too long? Hides behind desk to avoid the angry gazes of readers
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Now, onto the story!
"Stupid paperwork!" Bulma muttered to herself, frustrated and annoyed at the huge workload she still had in front of her.
"This will take me all night!" Bulma continued to mutter, curse and mumble to herself while she booted up her laptop to start working.
"When did I agree on becoming the next heiress for Capsule Corp again?" she asked herself.
"Oh, yeah! A few days before the annual yearly christmass banquet organised by my company"
Her fingers started darting rapidly over the keyboard. Ticking in all kinds of number combinations, calculations that would make a normal person look like a complete idiot.
But for Bulma this was considered a piece of cake.
The calculations were for a new invention she was working on. Only typing in these calculations would take her two hours at least.
'What kind of drugs was I on back then, that I ever agreed on becoming the next ceo! I only wished that that head injury would have knocked me out cold for the next few weeks!" she mumbled in herself. 'Well, okay, not really…." She admitted to herself. 'But, I really don't feel like doing this paperwork from Capule Corp!"
This last random thought made her sigh heavily.
Walking into the kitchen, Vegeta had hoped to encounter Bulma. He hadn't seen her for four days straight, and he kind of wondered where she had went of to.
The only sole occupant of the kitchen was the ever annoying Mrs.Briefs. That woman was just so annoying. Her sing-song voice drove Vegeta crazy.
She was to overly concerned for the well being of what she considered guests. The first few days in the Briefs household she walked after him the entire time. Asking him so many times if he needed anything and was comfortable, that he had almost blown her up for annoying the life out of him. Keyword being: almost. The woman had stopped him, somehow, at the last moment. The thought of that made him chuckle mentally.
But the most annoying thing about her was the fact that at first she would go around town to tell all the people just how attractive he was. And cute and fluffy and ugh! Let's leave it at that. She also thought he would make a fantastic son-in-law. He had no idea what a son-in-law was. She would also ramble on and on about their future wedding. Yet, again, he didn't know what the heck she was talking about. But he still didn't like it! Maybe, he should ask Bulma about it sometime. Although he had lived on Earth for quite some time now, he still wasn't accustomed, to the so-called human traditions and he didn't understand them. Also, general relationships between them confused them. The way they lived, or acted, anything about them! And wait a minute…..Did he just call the woman, Bulma?
'Okay, what is wrong with me today?'
Well, anyway, might as well continue training. The woman would come out from hiding sooner or later. It's not like she had dissolved into thin air or anything. But since he was rather thirsty he did decide to retrieve a drink from the refrigerator, before he went back to training.
Pacing into the kitchen, he went straight for the refrigerator. Totally ignoring Mrs. Briefs along the way. Trying to block out her voice, but failing miserably at doing said task.
"Hi, Vegeta!" said Mrs Briefs in her annoyingly cheerful voice. " Isn't it a lovely day, today?"
He didn't answer her. Did she get the hint? No, she just continued rambling!
Oh, the horror, the horror!
Somehow, his thoughts drifted back the conversation he and Bu…the woman had, in front of the GT, about a week ago.
Note to self: I have to stop slipping up on the name part!
Truthfully, she was blackmailing him into training her. She really left him no choice. He would not be locked in a room with that …..thing that she called her mother. Not now, not ever, not in a million years.
The prospect of training her didn't really repulsed. He actually looked forward to it.
He definitely wouldn't mind seeing the woman in training clothes. Especially the very tight fitting ones, those were….!
'hold it right there! I DID NOT JUST THNK THAT!" he screamed at himself mentally.
Why, yes you did, a little sing song voice in his head said to him mockingly.
"Argh!" he cursed out loud, slapping himself in the face rather hard.
Mrs. Briefs who was snapped out of her rambling mode, turned her head towards him. His actions earned him a wide-eyed and confused stare on Mrs. Briefs part.
"Uh, Vegeta, are you sure you're feeling alright?" She hesitantly asked.
"Huh?" was his first reaction.
Mrs. Briefs stood up, walked over to him and placed a hand on his forehead.
Vegeta, snapped out of his mental stupor just at that moment.
He rather violently slapped her hand away.
"Don't touch me!" He hissed, in a dangerous, low, threatening tone.
Either, she was to stupid to notice the way Vegeta was acting, or she just decided to ignore it. She decided to shrug it of.
"Okay, dear." Was her only rely before seating herself at the table again.
Vegeta didn't like people touching him, especially without his permission.
He had a not so pleasant experience with touching in general.
He hadn't been touched like that, since, well since years, and he didn't like it.
A little shaken he left the kitchen, without a drink…..
He left behind a slightly confused Mrs. Briefs.
Meanwhile in Bulma's office……………………
Bulma was sorting some files, while she waited for the stockholdings of Capsule Corp to be done loading on the computer screen.
A beep indicated the program was done loading. Putting away the files on her desk for the moment, she clicked on the daily stockholdings of CC with the click of a mouse.
While she was checking over the results, she nodded approvingly.
'The stockholdings are very good so far' she thought, very pleased with it.
The sudden ringing of the phone got her out of her musings.
Picking it up, she dialled the on button.
"Bulma Briefs, Ceo of CC. Who's speaking, please?"
It turned out to be a phone call from work. Her secretary told her she had a meeting next morning at 9.Am sharp.
Putting down the phone horn, she tried to continue with her work.
But again, the phone started ringing.
"Now what!" Bulma snapped, stressed enough as it is, and tired.
Picking up the phone again, she said rather rudely into the phone
"Bulma Briefs. What do you want now?"
"Wow, what a hostile approach, B…" came Goku's voice over the phone " Got out on the wrong side of the bed today?"
"Oh, sorry! I didn't know it was you, G-man!" She apologised.
"No need to apologise,B" Goku replied, shrugging it of. "But why are you in such a sour mood today?"
Rubbing her pounding temples in exasperation, she explained it to him, by saying " I had a really tiring and stressful day, I guess…"
"Ouch, feeling the strain of work already?"
"Yup……"
"I feel sorry for you…" Goku said with sympathy in his voice.
"Thanks, anyway…" Bulma muttered
"How about, to relieve some of that stress, you come with us to have dinner at a restaurant tomorrow night?"
"I would really love to, but I have just to much work to do…"Bulma trailed of at the last part.
"Oh, come on, B!" he replied, a little offended that Bulma would put work before her friends.
"Since when does work come in the way of friendship?"
"Okay, you're right!" Bulma admitted half heartedly."Stop making me feel guilty already!"
Goku, knowing he had her where he wanted her said.
"Much better! We'll pick you up at, let's say seven?"
"Fine with me." Bulma agreed.
"Great!" goku responded cheerfully."See you tomorrow then!"
"See you tomorrow, Goku." Bulma replied, with a half smile on her tired face.
"Oh wait! I forgot to say that you have to bring Vegeta with you. I still have to apologise to him about you know what….."
"you CAN'T be serious!" Bulma groaned.
"I am!"
"Oh, help me god!" Bulma moaned, the phone horn slipping from her hand onto the table.
"What did you say last?" Goku asked.
When he received no immediate response, he said "Hey, B! Are you still there? B!"
"Yes?" Bulma finally responded from the other side of the line, in stony voice.
"I'll try asking him. But I don't think I'll have much luck…."
"Oh, okay…." Goku replied
"Well, I have to continue working now. " Bulma continued, putting an end to their conversation. "Ja-ne, Goku!"
Before he could say anything else, she placed the phone on the hook again, cutting of contact.
She felt really bad about getting rid of Goku that way. But she was really tired and highly annoyed and frustrated at the moment.
"Why me? Why ME?" She yelled to nobody in particular.
"He can't be serious! I can't take him with me to a restaurant! He doesn't know any etiquettes! His table manners are to….too savage and……he'll make a total fool out of me in public!"
"Who are you referring to?" A smooth, deep, foreign voice suddenly sounded from behind her.
"Gah!" Bulma shrieked, scared out of her wits, and falling backwards with her chair.
Before she landed on the floor however, her chair was caught by two tanned hands.
"You really are a klutz, you know that?" he smirked.
"You jerk!" Bulma screamed at him"don't you ever scare me like that again! You almost gave me a heart attack because of that!"
"Bad conscience?"
"Of course not!"
"Whatever you say, onna…"
"Oh, just shut up already!"
"No." he stated simply.
"Argh! I'm not going there again! Now, what are you doing here?"
"Nothing really. I was just bored. So, I decided to annoy you to pass the time." He said, smirking at her.
"Well, you're just going to have to find other means to fill your spare time. I'm not in the mood for another verbal spar, and I'm to busy anyway." Bulma huffed at him.
"To bad for you. I have chosen you as entertainment." Vegeta replied, ticking Bulma of even more by the second. "So, start amusing me, onna!"
"Fine." Bulma replied, shutting down and closing her laptop. "You want entertainment, I'll give it to you."
'Just, what is wrong with her……She's up to something!' he thought, highly suspicious.
"This will be a very entertaining surprise for you!" She said fake cheerfully." You're going with me, and the sons to dinner tomorrow at a restaurant!"
"What?" he roared at her. "I never agreed on anything like that!"
"You, obviously don't have a choice on the matter." Bulma snapped back rather smugly. "Or, do you like the prospect of being in one room with my mother for a week?"
"That is called backmail, onna" he replied in a dangerous low voice.
"Yes, I know, my dearest Vegeta!" She smiled a sickingly sweet smile at him.
He made a disgusted face at her face features.
"Fine, I'll go with you." Vegeta relented. "But, you don't know what you're getting yourself into….onna"
His smile holding a sinister promises, Bulma probably didn't want to find out. But inwardly, she gulped.
"He's right….What have I gotten myself into?" Bulma thought frantically to herself.
Vegeta smirked in that evil way of his, as if he knew what Bulma was thinking.
Bulma shuddered under his intense gaze. She was glad his penetrating stare fixed at her wavered, when he turned around, crossing his arms in the process, make attempts at leaving her office.
He was stopped by Bulma's voice however.
"Uhm, Vegeta?" she asked in a rather timid voice.
"What?" he asked, turning around.
"Report to me tomorrow at 2 PM to start etiquette training." She ordered him in a no bargaining voice, meaning he had no choice on the matter.
'What the hell is etiquette training?' Vegeta wondered.
"Etiquette training?" He said, obviously confused. "What the heck is that?"
"You'll find out in due time, Veggie." Was Bulma's answer, accompanied by a dark smile, eyes twinkling with hidden mirth.
Vegeta didn't like her sudden change in demeanor.
'Just what is she up to?'
Oh, poor Veggie! Bulma is so sneaky and manipulative, neh?
I wonder what will happen to him? What does Bulma have in store for him?
And are they going to go out on a date? OLALA!
You'll see in the next exciting chapters of "Pride!"
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