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Kayyy well thank you heiress2thethrone, spini, and Moonfire Thunderstorm for reviewing! Now here is chapter two.. I promise this chapter isn't pathetically short like the first.. Thank you and enjoy! -

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Vegeta chuckled as he turned Bulma to face him. Her eyes filled with fury.

"You're such an ass!" Bulma screamed as she slapped his arm.

"I missed you too" Vegeta chuckled.

"Urgh!" She screamed as she started slowly towards the door, careful not to fall again.

Vegeta chuckled once again and followed her to the elevator. "Late for your own meeting? That's not very professional of you."

"Let me remind you that this is your meeting too, Vegeta."

He smirked as he watched her slam her fist into the up arrow. "Something troubling you, women?"

Bulma turned to meet his unmatching eyes. "Now what would give you an idea like that?" She asked dripping with sarcasm. Then the two entered the elevator. She pressed a manicured finger into the button that read '10'.

"Hmph" he grunted, "let me pry into your personal life.." He glanced at her left hand then met her gaze through the mirrored doors. "You aren't married, so I presume you are 'shacking up' with some buffoon."

Ding. The elevator doors slid open on the eighth floor. An employee glanced at Bulmas look of fury and decided to wait for the next one. Ding. The doors closed.

"I wouldn't use that word, Vegeta. That's more your style. 'Shacking up' with some random slut for the weekend." She said this bitterly.

Ding. The doors slid open on the tenth floor. Bulma exited the elevator with out so much as a backward glance. Vegeta fumed.

Walking into the conference room, Bulma threw her jacket and purse onto the chair across from her files, and an angry Juu. "Where's my coffee?" Bulma whined.

"CEO's that are late don't get coffee!"

"Urgh! But I--" Slam. She was cut off by Vegeta, slamming the conference room door shut.

She rolled her eyes and shuffled her papers, as he sat down in the chair next to hers. Juu sat in the one across from him. Bulma was at the head.

"Juu meet Vegeta Ouiji. Vegeta, meet my personal assistant Juu Gero" Bulma said.

Juu extended her right hand. Vegeta following suit. "Nice to meet you, Vegeta."

"Same here."

Bulma could sense the aggravation in Vegeta's tone. She frowned and pulled out the contract that Vegeta had faxed her the night before.

"So, you want to buy fifty of my D-chips?"

"Yes."

"May I ask why only fifty?" As she asked this she looked him square in the eye. His left eye. Looking into it made her stomach tighten. She began to feel a sense of sudden guilt.

"I only need fifty because I'm not even sure if your chip with be compatible with my newest project."

"I see.. Well what is this 'new project'?"

"I don't see why I should have to discuss that with you."

"I do.." She couldn't take looking into his eye any longer. She wasn't sure if it hurt her more to look him in that eye, or not to look at him at all. Why'd she still feel like this?

She glanced down at the contract. She noticed it stated that he was willing to pay three times the asking price. Vegeta slid the contract so it faced him. Then pulling out a pen signed his scribble he called a 'signature'. She glared at the contract and his signature. Then glared at him as he offered her the pen.

"No."

"But--" Juu began to protest but was cut off by Bulma.

"I'm not signing it because I know what you're thinking. You're shifty. You're going to dissect my chips and see if you can enhance them. Well I'm not going to allow it!"

Vegeta chuckled. "Now what would give you an idea like that?" He mimicked.

Bulma's eyes narrowed. "I don't trust you."

Vegeta frowned then pulled out a business card. He scribbled a series of numbers then slid it to face her. Standing up he said "Call me tonight." With one last glance at Bulma, he nodded to Juu then walked out of the conference room. Slam.

"Are you out of your mind! He was willing to pay three times the normal amount!" Juu exploded.

Bulma stared at the cell phone number newly written on the card. "I told you I don't trust him." Looking up at the fuming Juu, she slid the file containing the contract to her. "Put this in my office.." With that said she pocketed the card, then stood to get her purse and jacket.

"You are unbelievable!" Juu yelled.

Slipping on her jacket Bulma said "Take all messages.. I might come back around, maybe about three?.. If my dad calls tell him to call my cell."

"What I'm going to tell him is that his daughter is a fucking lunatic! That is what I'm going to tell him!"

Bulma smiled as she shouldered her purse. "If I don't come back before three cancel my four o'clock.."

As Bulma exited the corporation, she pulled out her light blue Razor. Scrolling through the contacts she stopped at the one that was labeled 'Chi Chi'. Pressing the green phone button she plastered it to her ear.

"Hey! Did you get my e-mail?" Came the over excited yet frantic voice of one, Chi Chi Son.

"No, sorry.. I've been pretty busy the last couple of days."

"Oh.." She sounded disappointed "Well I'll tell you what it said. The first part isn't too important. It's just about how Gohan got pushed up another grade.."

Bulma sighed. 'Poor kid,' she thought 'He's only seven and he'll be now going into the 6th grade.. Chi's always pushing him to hard'..

"Any ways," she began again. "Goku and I have been thinking, and we decided that it would be just lovely if we could get the old gang up here for our own little reunion. Considering that the last time we had one, only Launch showed up.. Being that some people were too busy for their best friends since kindergarten!"

Bulma almost laughed. Chi Chi had invited everyone for a New Years reunion party about two years back. Bulma, still being in college, told Chi Chi that she couldn't travel up for it; saying she had to study. When in reality she went to a frate party; and that is where she met her boyfriend, Yamcha. Plus with Chi Chi being the nosy type; eventually had Bulma slip up and have her tell her that it was there, at the frate party, when she met Yamcha.

Bulma started to wave down a taxi. "How many times do I have to tell you I'm truly sorry!"

"Hmph. Whatever. Now I want the reunion to be this weekend. So I want you and the others to be here early Saturday. Early meaning 10 am is the latest I want you arriving. This way we can catch up and have fun all weekend, and everyone can leave Monday morning. That way for sure no one will be able to skip, being that Christmas is the following weekend."

"All right, I'll call around for a hotel when I get home tonight."

"No need! We have plenty of room, plus Gohan is going to my dads for the weekend."

"Oh. Okay."

"You're bringing Yamcha, right?"

"I don't know. I'm thinking of breaking up with him."

"Bulma, you've been together for over two years now!"

"I know, but I don't know if I feel the same way as he does.."

Chi Chi sighed. "What ever your decision I'll always back you up."

"Thanks Chi. I'll tell you probably tomorrow if he's coming along or not." Bulma paid and exited the taxi. She then walked into the nearest Star Bucks. "But any ways to the reason I called.."

Bulma heard Chi Chi yell at someone who was in the back round. Goku. She couldn't make out what he said but she could definitely hear Chi Chi say "Get away from the refrigerator! You will spoil your lunch! pause I don't care that you're starving get away! metallic sounding smack Oh don't be such a baby! Ugh.. Sorry Bulma you were saying?"

Bulma smiled. "Yea.. I had a business meeting with Vegeta today.."

Chi Chi gasped. "You're kidding!"

"No. As usual he was a major ass.." Bulma winced at the sound of a crash coming from the other end of the phone.

"Damnit! Goku! URGH! Sorry B, I have to let you go we can talk more tomorrow, all right?"

"Sure Chi no worries.. Bye"

"Bye. Goku--" Bulma listened to the call ended tone then shoved the phone into her purse. She yawned. 'God I need some coffee' she thought as she was now next in line.

It was six o'clock when Bulma entered her apartment. Bulma had been out shopping for the past six hours. She had bought a new dress with matching shoes and a couple of skirt suits for work. Plus five gift/debit cards for her friends, for Christmas.

So because she had been shopping for so long; she had called Juu to tell her she wasn't in the mood for her four o'clock, so Juu had to cancel it for her. She knew Juu would make her pay when she went to the office tomorrow..

She walked down the hall towards her bedroom when her nose was suddenly assaulted by the smell of cheap chologne. 'Shit' she thought. Yamcha and her were suppose to go on a date that night. He wanted to take her to some new fancy restaurant. She planned on breaking up with him on the ride home..

"Bulma!" Yamcha called. "Good you're home. The reservation is for seven so hurry up and get ready." He was unusually perky then normal..

He was wearing a white long sleeve blouse with the top button un buttoned.. For some men it looked sexy, for him it just looked messy. He also had his sleeves un buttoned, which also looked messy. His pants were a dark gray, and his shoes were a shinny black.

She sighed. "Sorry Yamcha. I'll go get ready.." She walked into her room. She decided to wear a black dress it was low cut but at the same time it didn't show too much. It ended above her knee and had a slit up the left side. She also slipped on a pair of strappy heels that gave her an extra three inches.

She threw her hair up into a bun allowing a few strands frame her face. Then she touched up her make-up, and grabbed a black clutch. Walking into the kitchen, Yamcha was leaning against the counter ready with his coat on, drinking a glass of water. He smiled when he looked at her.

"You look amazing.." He said as he placed the cup on the counter. He grabbed for her coat and helped her put it on.

"Thanks.." She said as he opened the door for her as they exited the apartment.

They had just finished their meal and Yamcha was smiling. He had been smiling the whole date. It made her nervous.

"Bulma.. God you look beautiful.."

Bulma smiled, thinking 'How many times is he going to say that?'. Suddenly her hands were in his. She looked up at him. His face was slightly red with blush.

"We've been together for almost two years now," Yamcha started.

'OH GOD NO!' she screamed in her head. But continued to smile. Yamcha continued to talk.

"I know we've hit a few bumps in the road.. But I really think we are ment to be! That night we met was one of the best, and I think, most important nights of my life.." He reached into his pocket.

'NO! GOD NO!' Bulma screamed in her head. His hand felt sweaty against hers. He was nervous.

Pulling out a black velvet box he opened it to reveal a silver thick band. In the middle, of course, it had a large diamond. Circling the edges of the diamond were smaller diamonds. It also had two squared diamonds on each side of the circle, embedded into the silver.

Bulma felt the cold band slid up her finger. She looked down at the expensive, yet gaudy, ring. The gaudy ring on her thin, pale finger seemed to be mocking her..

"Bulma.. Will you marry me?"

Bulma stopped staring at the ring and directed her gaze towards Yamcha. For a split second. She could have sworn his left eye looked an icy blue..

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