Hello again, this is MoonPryncess (duh). I just wanted to say that I'm really appreciating the feedback that I'm getting for this story. Thanks to lenk, Ryoka-space-pirate, bulma and vegeta fan, vegeta and bulma fan, and Caryl Mc for reviewing on the last chapter. Don't worry, Juu (18) is going to come in either this chapter or next! Anyways, continuing on to chapter 2…
Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ or any of its characters
Bulma sighed while admiring herself in the mirror. She looked good, but that was no big surprise. She was wearing a light pink tube-top dress made by Juicy Couture. It was scrunched at the top and flowed out at the bottom. It also wasn't the most modest dress, barely coming half way down her thighs. She accompanied the dress with white sandals. But for some reason, she just couldn't shake the thought of this boy eating dinner at her house. He was just so… hott.
She had never made this big of a fuss when Yamcha came over for dinner. Maybe that was because she had been with him so long, that the butterflies just stopped coming. But even when their relationship was new she never remembered getting this feeling. It was a feeling that her heart was racing and she could barely breathe. This boy looked so damn good, but his attitude was shit. No one ever talked to Bulma Briefs the way this boy did. Well, if he didn't know that she was the hottest thing around, he was certainly going to learn by the end of the night. This was her town and NO ONE – not even the likes of him – was going to talk to her like she was trash.
Five minutes later, as Bulma kept admiring herself, her mother rudely barged into her room,
"Bulma, you're wearing that?" she then put on a fake look of disgust. If Mrs. Briefs didn't look good in the dress, then Bulma certainly wasn't going to wear it and out do her.
"Whatever mom, you bought it for me."
"Yes, well that's before you gained an extra five pounds. Now it just makes you look like the official Juicy Couture blimp."
"Excuse me? Just because you don't look good in the dress doesn't mean I can't look fabulous in mine."
Damn it. Bulma's mother knew she had a point. Bulma looked fabulous, and there would be no way in convincing her to change out of that dress. Mrs. Briefs would just have to get her revenge in some other way.
"All right sweetie, enough of bashing your poor, sweet mother, we have a dinner to attend. I just want to lay down some ground rules. First, do NOT give that snotty attitude that you oh so enjoy giving to most mothers in the neighborhood. These people are new and you have the chance to make them think you are not such a snot. Besides, when you do that it reflects poorly on me, and we wouldn't want that, now would we?"
Bulma rolled her eyes. This was getting ridiculous. It's not like she even cared about the fact that she had a to make a good impression on her new neighbors. She was mostly concerned about seeing this boy,
"Also Bulma, you make this boy feel as comfortable as possible. His parents are very influential and we want this family to like us, got it?"
This just made Bulma more nervous. She already was terrified because she had to make an unbelievable second impression to make him forget about the horrible first impression had made this afternoon.
Bulma looked around her room for any possible escape and then back to her mother. This was it, she was thinking. Her second chance. Oh god, how the hell was she going to pull this one off? She was a nervous wreck. Of course she was not going to let anyone see that. She was going to appear as confident and charming as usual.
"Jesus mom, I get it! You don't have to come in here and tell me what to do! I'm sixteen years old! I understand what you're saying, and I've been to enough of these dinners."
"Bulma, I'm warning you, don't screw this one up." And with that, Bulma's mother left the room. Great, he was going to be in her house any second and her mother had just made her feel a lot worse about herself. Maybe she should call Chi-chi and ask for some advice. No, it was too late for that.
Downstairs...
Mrs. Briefs was wearing a navy blue knee-length dress which was short sleeved and had a very low v-neck. She was obviously trying to impress someone tonight. She then heard the doorbell ring and put on her biggest 'I'm-so-glad-to-have-you-here' face, opened the door and exclaimed,
"Hello Mr. And Mrs. Ouji! You look absolutely fabulous, how do you all do it?" Mrs. Ouji was responding to Mrs. Brief's hug, whereas Mr. Ouji clearly wanted to be somewhere else. He didn't see why his wife had made him come to this dinner. She said there was going to be good food, and she better be right. He was so irked to be there in the first place, that if there weren't good food, his wife would never hear the end of it. Mr. Ouji looked at Mrs. Briefs and coolly said,
"Hello." And then he mocking asked, "Where's the world renowned Dr. Briefs?"
Mrs. Briefs giggled and looked at him flirtatiously. She noted that he was very attractive for a 45 year-old man. Then in her perkiest tone she responded,
"He's working, as usual." She glanced up at him again and then added in a sexier tone, "It gets very lonely here sometimes," and then touched his shoulder.
He quickly shrugged his arm away as Mrs. Ouji was completely oblivious to the flirtation. Then Mrs. Briefs said,
"Mrs. Ouji—"
"Oh please, call me Shauna—"
"Oh, okay Shauna! Well, then it's only appropriate if you call me Bunny."
"Well, all right then, but as you were saying…"
"Right. Well, I heard you had a son, about the same age as my daughter, is that right?"
"Yes, Vegeta Jr. should be coming in here any second now, let me just go out and look for him…" and with that, she went outside to look for her son. As his mother, she knew he hated these sorts of 'getting-to-know-people' activities because he thought that he was simply too good for everyone. He had always been popular at all the schools he had attended without even trying. The girls loved him, and his mother was concerned that it was getting to his head.
"VEGETA!" She yelled, "VEGETA OUJI JUNIOUR!! GET OVER HERE RIGHT NOW!" He was hiding up in his room. Even from inside he could hear the old woman screeching. It was really a horrible noise, but he also knew that he brought it upon himself. He had no interest in trying to get to know people, because every time that he did, his family would just have to move again. So what was the point of getting attached to people, much less, getting to know them?
Meanwhile, inside of the house, Bunny was offering Vegeta Sr. (Mr. Ouji) a glass of champagne. She knew that champagne could get any man in the mood to cheat on his wife. Bunny would freely admit that Mrs. Ouji was pretty, but she was nothing special compared to her, or so she thought. She had brown curly hair that flowed down her back and she was quite thin. She also had these bright green eyes that you could see from a mile away. Even though Mrs. Briefs thought Shauna wasn't competition, everyone else knew that she was a classic beauty.
Soon after Bunny tried offering Vegeta Sr. some champagne, Shauna came stomping inside dragging her son Vegeta Jr. by the collar. To put it lightly, he didn't look like the happiest camper.
Bunny observed the boy. And her conclusion was that it looked like there was going to be a new big guy on campus. Because as far as looks went, he even out did Yamcha. Tall, but not too tall, tan and buff, this boy also had a face of perfection. He had dark features and looked like there was some mystery to him. Yamcha was going to be yesterday's news very quickly.
"Well, since your son is here, I should probably go upstairs and retrieve my daughter, I'll be right back."
In Bulma's room…
Bulma was now pacing around her room anticipating the arrival of her new neighbors. Why was this different from any other dinner she had been to? She had been doing to whole schmoozing thing since she could walk, so what was making her so nervous now? Oh, right, there was a boy that made her speechless. And let me tell you, not anyone had ever made Bulma Briefs speechless. She felt so stupid and childish around him, it's as if all of her walls crumbled the second he looked at her. And she got this way only at the thought of him. What was going to happen at a dinner with him?
Suddenly the door flew wide open and her mother stepped in.
"Now Bulma, they're here, so remember what we talked about. And like I said, don't screw this up, or there will be hell to pay, got that? Great! Let's have dinner!"
At the dinner table…There was a golden tablecloth on the grand maple wood table inside of the dining room. On this tablecloth were the most expensive plates Vegeta (A/N: when I say Vegeta without any Sr. at the end, I mean Vegeta as in the sixteen year old, not the dad) had ever seen. This whole home, or castle, was ridiculously over the top. As he was eating his meal, he started to believe the only good thing about this house was the beautiful blue haired girl.
Mrs. Briefs noticed all the attention Bulma was getting from Vegeta, and believed that something had to be done about it. So Bunny leaned at an angle that showed off her new cleavage as she asked Vegeta,
"So Vegeta, what do you think so far, I mean of this community? BULMA and I want to make sure you feel very WELCOMED! Isn't that right honey?" She elbowed Bulma quite hard
Bulma was getting annoyed that her mom was hitting on the guy that she thought was hot. Even though Bulma already had Yamcha, there was no reason that her mother should be hitting on someone young enough to be her son. It was disgusting! I mean, how dare she? Suddenly Bulma got pulled away from her thoughts as she noticed the smirk developing on Vegeta's face.
"Oh Mrs. Briefs, your daughter and I have already had an encounter…"
Bulma was horrified. She was hoping he didn't mention the fact that she was completely staring at him. He wouldn't. He couldn't. Bunny looked as shocked as Bulma did and was quick to respond,
"Oh really?"
"Yes, and I just wanted to know, has she seen a proper eye doctor? Because it's pretty evident that she has some kind of staring problem."
"What do you mean by that Vegeta honey?"
He cringed. How dare this insignificant woman call him "honey." She was a complete fool. Not only was she hitting on him, but she called him that awful word. Vegeta got over it quickly enough to reply,
"What I mean is that YOUR daughter was staring at ME."
Why Vegeta wanted to embarrass Bulma was a complete mystery, even to him. Though he figured the blue haired woman had to be put in her place sometime, why not now?
Bulma suddenly became completely flushed. She was outraged. HOW DARE HE?! He came into her home, and embarrassed her in front of her mother! How the hell was that supposed to work? Then Bulma welled up with so much anger she couldn't hold it in any longer,
"Well, Vegeta, are you sure that you've seen a proper plastic surgeon, because you're completely hideous to look at!"
Mrs. Ouji smacked her hand against her head. She thought, here we go again. He always did this. It was like some sort of defense mechanism, but she never understood what it was for. All they did was invite him to dinner. On the other hand, Mr. Ouji snickered at that comment. He had never seen a girl with such a fiery temper. And he had certainly never seen a girl who insulted Vegeta quite like that. Vegeta was quite shocked himself. She wasn't supposed to have enough wit to respond to his comment. But now that she had continued this argument, there was no turning back, and a full-fledged war was about to erupt,
"Well woman, if I re-call correctly, I wasn't so hideous to stare at earlier today, now was I?"
"Well VEGETA, first of all, MY NAME IS BULMA?! Do you have some sort of problem with learning names? My name has been clearly stated at this table, and I assume that you had enough of a memory to remember my name in the last 5 minutes. It's really not that hard, really, it's only 2 syllables—"
"Oh stop your blabbering woman! I'll call you whatever the hell I feel like calling you—"
"AND SECOND OF ALL I WAS OBSERVING HOW UGLY YOU WERE AND WONDERING HOW ANYONE COULD CREATE SUCH A HIDEOUS CREATURE!!"
"Well I think you're a spoiled self-centered bitch."
"How dare you! You know nothing about me--"
"I know that you're an ugly bitch."
"FUCK YOU!"
And Shauna stood up and tugged her husband's arm,
"I think we should go…"
"Really because I think this is actually quite amusing—"
Shauna got an angry look on her face and repeated sternly,
"I THINK WE SHOULD GO."
This time her husband complied by pulling Vegeta away from the table and sarcastically saying to Mrs. Briefs,
"We should do this again sometime!"
And as soon as they left the house, Bulma ran up to her room. She had really had enough of this day and she couldn't wait to go to sleep and get it over with. And immediately after that Shauna ran up to Bunny and was quick to apologize for her son's actions,
"Bunny, I'm so sorry! I don't know what's with Vegeta lately, he's been completely rude to everyone lately, and I'm sure he didn't mean to insult your daughter—"
"No, I'm sure my daughter deserved what she got."
And after Bunny said this, Shauna felt something wasn't quite right with her relationship with her daughter. Because she certainly knew that Bulma didn't deserve what Vegeta did to her.
"Don't be ridiculous Bunny, Vegeta was being flat out rude, and I feel awful about it!"
"Well Shauna, I think we should forget about this whole incident and have lunch tomorrow! Just you and me, and then we can have some girl talk."
With a relieved expression Shauna quickly responded,
"Of course! See you tomorrow at 12 PM! And sorry about dinner."
They walked to the entrance of the mansion and Bunny gave her best fake smile and said,
"Don't worry about it! Lunch will be wonderful, so 12?"
"Yes. See you tomorrow Bunny!"
Bunny quickly closed the door after Shauna. She could already tell that this was going to be interesting having them as neighbors. Now to deal with her brat of a daughter…
Bulma's room…
The second she got into her room she flopped down on her bed and started sobbing uncontrollably. How could someone be so mean? She knew her mother was going to never let her live this down, what was she supposed to do now? I mean, she had been humiliated on her own turf. That is one thing that had never happened to Bulma Briefs before. How could someone so beautiful be so ugly?
And then her mother kicked her door wide open,
"Bulma, WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?! HOW DAER YOU MAKE A FOOL OUT OF ME! THIS WAS YOUR CHANCE TO PROVE THAT YOU WEREN'T SUCH A SPOILED BITCH! WHAT WOULD YOUR FATHER THINK IF HE WAS HERE RIGHT NOW??"
Bulma's tear stained face rose from her pillow. How could she say this to her? Vegeta had completely started it, was she blind?
"Mom, I'm sorry. He started it," And Bulma was no dummy, she saw how her mom was flirting with Vegeta and his father,
"And besides, you don't care where dad was. You were all over Asshole and asshole jr."
"Bulma, how dare you, I love your father very much."
"That's a lie and you know it. You nothing but a gold digger."
And Bunny was so enraged that she went over to her daughter and slapped her across the face as hard as she could.
"You little bitch. I am not a gold digger—"
And Bulma rose from her bed and pushed her mom out of her room and screamed,
"YOU'RE NOTHING BUT A WHORE, SO FUCK OFF!" And with that she slammed the door.
At this point in time, Bulma's life was very unstable and she didn't know how to handle it. Everything was falling apart, first her boyfriend had a drug problem, then her mom hated her and then suddenly, her hot new neighbor decided to make an enemy out of her. He didn't have to make such a huge fucking deal out of the fact that she was looking at him. He should have been flattered that someone of her caliber was even looking in his direction. Little did she know what he really thought of her…
A little on the dramatic side, yes I know. But this whole fic is dramatic. Next chapter we figure out why Bulma's mom resents her so much and what Vegeta really thinks of her. AND JUU (18) AND KRILLIN WILL COME IN THE NEXT CHAPTER! Please tell me what you think! I know it wasn't my chapter, but still, some feedback would be awesome. Until next time…
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