My Band: Chapter 2

The Recording Studio

I've got three reviews as of 7:57 Thursday (6/23/05, right?), and I love my reviewers! So:

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"Okay, Vegeta," Bulma said, annoyed, two days after she had heard their song. Only four days left until the party, and she had to get them to sell their stuff. "I'll explain one more time. You plus Goku plus a recording studio equals CD!"

"Yes, I know that you imbecile, but why do we need a CD?"

"Well the only way to test how good a band you are is to see how many CD's you sell." Vegeta nodded.

"Fair enough."

"Okay, well I'll call Goku-" Goku appeared right in front of her in the 'Instant Transmission' (aka IT) pose.

"Way ahead of you," Vegeta grinned.

"Okay, I'll call the studio real quick, and-"

"Call? Why would you need to call when you've got two Saiyans?" Vegeta snatched her hand and whacked Goku in the back of the head. Next thing Bulma knew, she was standing in a recording studio in front of two very scared looking producers.

"I've gotta learn how to do that…" she thought to herself, thinking of Goku's ability.

"Alright listen up!" Vegeta snarled, clenching his fist and shaking it at them to show his point. "We need to record a CD asap, and we will NOT take 'no' for an answer!" he roared, grabbing one of them by the collar of his shirt.

"Vegeta!" Goku yelled, picking up the nearest object and whacking him in the back with it. "There's no need for such hostility!" he shouted hypocritically. He placed the two ton metal desk back where it was. Of course, Vegeta was perfectly unharmed.

"Uh… okay," the two men stuttered, running out the door.

"Hey wait! I don't know how to work these things!" Bulma called after them, looking wildly at the hundreds of switches and buttons on the control panel.

"I thought you were a genius woman. Figure it out while Kakarott goes to get the instruments and I write some more songs." Goku took the IT pose and came back and forth with various instruments.

"Well, how many songs do you have?"

"Two."

"Vegeta, you need at LEAST ten to have a good CD!"

"Well then I'll make ten songs! Don't get your panties in a bunch!" he said calmly, sitting down at one of the computers and starting to type.

"Well what are the songs about?"

"Uh, one was the one I sang to you…" Bulma blushed at this. "And the other one is about death," he said, smirking. Bulma rolled her eyes, the blush immediately going away.

"You can't just sing songs about death. Sure, one song is okay, but people don't want to hear that."

"Fine, baka, what do they want to hear?" That's the last thing he wanted to ask her, but he understood that this was about selling the CD's, not making a good CD. Good being according to his standards anyway.

"Things about real people, things that can relate to them. Just write about what you're feeling." He stared at her blankly. "Okay, maybe I said that wrong. Just write about your past experiences or something. It usually has a moral or a story. Or, it's a song expressed to someone." It was Vegeta's turn to roll his eyes.

"I will NOT write sappy love songs!" he said deridingly.

"It doesn't have to be like that! It can be like the one you wrote to me!" They both stared at each other in silence. "Whatever! Write whatever the hell you want! Just make it relate to your life!" she said, turning in finality (and embarrassment) away from him and figuring all the controls.

It took him ten minutes to write eight more songs.

"Kakarott! Come here. I wrote these songs, now we need to figure out the harmony and junk."

It took them twenty minutes to harmonize and complete ten songs.

"What?" Bulma yelped. "You're done already?" she asked, watching them go behind the glass to the microphone.

"Uh, yes, woman, we are done." He said, talking slowly like she was a fool.

"Don't sass me!" she snorted. "Okay, now play the first song like you would with just the two of you, and we'll add voice-overs and stuff after."

"Bulma, you can't listen!" Goku whined.

"And why not?"

"We're supposed to keep these songs secret until the performance," he explained. Vegeta rolled his eyes.

"You heard the moron."

"Fine. I'll just listen to my CD player. When your done, do that telepathy thingy."

"Stupid bakas, won't let me hear their fucking songs! Grrr… its not that big a deal. Here I am, helping them record their CD and they won't even let me listen to it! Who the hell am I listening to anyway? It doesn't matter. I COULD be listening to them but noooooo. Goku has to have his little secrets," she ranted, continuing on until Vegeta signaled her.

She took the headphones off. "Done?" They nodded.

"Okay, you know how to play bass, right Vegeta?"

"Don't insult me, woman."

"Okay, and you said you'll do the other electric guitar, Goku?" He nodded.

"Okay, I'm going to have it playing in the headphones, and you just sing and play to that timing," she explained, putting her headphones back on.

This continued until they had successfully recorded ten songs.

"Already then, I'll show you how to work this so that you can adjust the sound and stuff to your liking," Bulma offered, leading them over to the control panel. She showed them how its worked.

"And now I'll just go in the other room, because of course, I can't hear it yet," she said, sounding melodramatic. "Just come get me when you're done." It took them thirty minutes to edit all the songs and deem them satisfactory. They brought Bulma back in the room.

"Right, now we're going to have this released the day of the concert at my party. I don't think we should even upload it to the internet yet. You may not be a big name now, but things travel fast around the internet and there's always a chance someone could just rip you off by downloading the CD there." The two Saiyans nodded in understanding.

"Now for the fun part! You need to design a cover," Bulma said excitedly, taking at seat at the computer. At least she would get a first hand look at the CD covers! Vegeta growled and Goku put on his famous goofy grin, scratching the back of his head.

"What's our name again? The Saiyans?"

"Yea," Vegeta replied shortly.

"Spur of the moment thing?"

"Yea."

"So what should the colors be?"

"If it wanted it to be the royal colors, then it'd be white and we'd add blood red in there too. But since it's the both of us, we'll have it represent all Saiyans."

"All Saiyans?" Bulma questioned.

"Yes. Blue and white: the common armor. The background can be blue and the white can mark out the crest of Vegetasei."

"Sounds good," Goku said.

"Here, I'll show you what it looks like." Vegeta grabbed the mouse and perfectly sculpted a symbol.

"Is that it exactly?" Vegeta nodded. Okay, we'll have that white with the blue background. There, your crest is complete. Now you need to put a table in the back with a list of all your songs." She pulled up a file and had Vegeta type in the names.

"Okay, you guys already previewed and finished your songs right?" The two nodded and looked over her shoulder at the computer.

"Right, now do you want the front cover to have your name on it, and then the inside cover to just have the symbol."

"Yea, sure," Vegeta said.

"Okay. Then what do you want in the booklet?"

"Booklet?"

"Yea. Usually it has lyrics or a picture of the band."

"Fine. Just take a couple pictures of us."

"Already did," Bulma said with a sly grin, holding up a digital camera. She plugged it into the computer. It had pictures of them playing and previewing the songs.

"Alright, I should get one of you two posing."

"I will not model just for some 'booklet'!" Vegeta snarled.

"No, don't model. Just stand there next to each other." She snapped a picture of them, laughing at the result. Vegeta had his arms crossed, trademark scowl played against his face, and Goku had his eyes closed and in the shape of a fallen over 'C', rubbing the back of his head and a goofy grin plastered on his face. "This is perfect!" she decided. "It shows the personality differences." She downloaded all the pictures.

"Okay, I'm just going to stick your bodies over the Vegetasei crest. They don't want to see you guys standing in front of a computer. And I think… we're done! I'm going to print out the back, and then a couple booklets, and then I'll have some CD's manufactured."

Seeing as how she only made two, it only took her ten minutes to print and edit everything out and set the back inside the jewel case. She slid the booklets in their rightful places, set the CD's in, and proudly handed them to the band.

"Cool!" Goku said happily, flipping through the booklet and looking at their pictures. He was wearing his trademark orange gi, and Vegeta hadn't changed from his normal spandex. They looked like they had just walked out of a fighting dojo.

"Oh, don't worry about what you're wearing. I think everyone in the world knows you guys are fighters by now," she said. "Everyone knows you, Goku, cause of the tournaments since you were little; Vegeta, everyone should know you since that 'pizza man' incident. The news had a field day with that one." Bulma shook her head in remembrance.

"How could I forget?" Vegeta said with a proud grin. "Not only did he manage to piss and shit his pants at the same time when I fired at him, but he ran two blocks with the ten pizzas still in his hands. You'd think the idiot would've dropped them when he saw me flying after him…"

"Don't remind me," Bulma snapped, putting her hand to her forehead and rubbing vigorously. "Well, I guess that about wraps it up. Didn't you want to train with Gohan after this?" she asked Goku.

"Yea, I'll head on out now," he agreed, taking the IT pose.

"Wow. You actually looked pleased," Bulma said, smirking at Vegeta when Goku left.

"Don't think its because of you," he replied, following her out the building. "That idiot Kakarott forgot to take us home. It would've taken less than three seconds for him to put his fucking finger up to his forehead again."

"Don't act like you can't fly," Bulma commented, rolling her eyes. "If I could fly, I wouldn't WANT anyone taking me home." When they got outside, Vegeta began to take off. Bulma searched for her capsules.

"Shit. Vegeta! I need you to fly me home," she called after him. "I don't have my capsules on me."

"Don't act like you can't walk," Vegeta said, laughing cruelly at her. "If I could walk, I wouldn't WANT anyone taking me home," he said, mimicking her previous statement.

"Just get the fuck over here!" Bulma screeched. Vegeta swooped her up. "Thank you," she said primly. He just grunted.

He touched down in the backyard of the CC and let her stand up. He looked at the CD in his hand again.

"I'm definitely going to win this little bet," he thought.

"Well, thanks again Vegeta. Just remember, three days left!" she called back as she walked into the house.

"Yes. Three days."

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Wow that was really short. Sorry, but I'll have to end it here or I'll end up having like, ten pages. The next chapter is Day One, meaning I think I'll have four more chapters, the last being the performance day, and then an epilogue. So, I'm going for five more chapters. Well, please R&R.

Oh, if you like this story, this sucks compared to the other two I came out with. They're AU, for all you alternate reality people.