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Walking into her office Bulma sighed with relief when not seeing a particular flame haired, arrogant asshole. Their office was a large rectangle. One wall was all window, on the opposite was where a French style door was suppose to be, instead there was a large square cut out, aka their temporary 'door'. Boxes and paper and bubble wrap seemed to be every where- still.

"Great you're here," Juu said from the 'door.' "Mr. Otaki is on line three, and he's not in a particularly good mood." Juu said, her voice annoyed.

She rolled her eyes and plopped down into Vegeta's chair. Bulma's, at the moment, was MIA. "Hello, Bulma Briefs speaking," Bulma said in the most cheerful voice she could bring forth. Bulma sighed as the man on the other line began to speak broken English. She hated dealing with angry Japanese business men. They never seemed to be able to construct a sentence in English properly. "I'm sorry Mr. Otaki, you'll need to speak with Mr. Ouiji, that's his branch of the company." Bulma said this not knowing what else to say. She couldn't understand him, and decided she'd rather pass this headache off to Vegeta. "No, Mr. Otaki, I'll have Mr. Ouiji contact you as soon as he gets in," Bulma paused and listened to more angry broken English. "Uh huh. Alright Mr. Otaki have a nice day, Bye." Bulma then slammed the phone onto the receiver.

"Urgh." She moaned as she closed her eyes and leaned back into Vegeta's large office chair. His was more comfortable. She made a mental note that she would be stealing this chair shortly. Bulma relaxed herself into his chair, and closed her eyes. It smelled like a mixture of Christmas tree and wood. Freshly cut wood, to be precise. 'Why does it smell like this?' Bulma asked herself mentally. She settled on it being Vegeta's new cologne or something like that. Vegeta and her have spending more time with each other. It was beginning to scare her. She was picking up his habits. Like when she storms into the rest room while angry, she'll take a glance in the mirror to see her features are contorted in a similar way as Vegeta's always are. Angry and threatening. This causes her to instantly relax, washing away any trace of Vegeta's influence.

Bulma opened her eyes when she heard her phone vibrating in her purse. She sighed and began to dig through it until she successfully pulled out her cell phone. The name: ChiChi was flashing obnoxiously at the top.

"Hey." Bulma was not in the mood to be talking to ChiChi.

"Hey!" She said perkily. "So, I've been talking to Juu and I've heard some interesting news about you Miss Briefs." ChiChi then began to giggle childishly to herself.

"Oh?" Bulma asked, not too sure what information Juu had leaked to her gossipy friend.

"Mmhmm, soo," ChiChi dragged out, "tell me what happened like two Saturdays ago!" She finally squealed into the phone.

Bulma frowned. Juu was stepping over some boundaries. Hardly anyone knew about her new relationship, and she liked it that way. "What did you want to know?"

ChiChi scoffed, "I don't know start from the beginning, where'd he take you?"

Bulma leaned back into Vegeta's chair. "Some French place, I didn't really like it. It was too cliché."

"Tell me some conversation topics," ChiChi pried.

"I don't know, business bull shit, stuff like that. Nothing too interesting Chi."

"Awe, this is so good for you B! You've needed to start something, I mean it's been months since, He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named."

Bulma frowned. "What ever, that snaky guy from Cooler Corp's on the line, I'll have to call you when I get out later tonight," Bulma lied, not wanting to talk of her personal life.

ChiChi sighed exasperatedly, "Fine, bye."

"Bye." Bulma immediately terminated the call and closed her eyes as she leaned further back into the chair, massaging her temples. She was beginning to get a headache. She opened her eyes and almost fell out of the chair when she saw Vegeta glaring menacingly down at her.

"Out of my chair." He growled angrily. "And no personal calls, woman."

"Don't even start with me Vegeta." Bulma growled back at the flame haired prick.

"What were you blabbering to that harlot about any ways," he demanded more than asked.

"How'd you know it was ChiChi?" Bulma asked curiously.

"How'd you know I was referring to ChiChi?" He shot back sarcastically.

Bulma rolled her eyes at him. "Stuff that doesn't concern you."

"She talks so fucking loud, I have know idea how Kakkorot deals with the wench." He glared at Bulma. "What doesn't concern me?"

"Do you know where my chair is?" Bulma asked ignoring his question.

Vegeta frowned. "No." His 'no,' was stern and angry.

Bulma sighed. "Can you go find me one?"

"No."

"Why?"

"I'm not your slave woman, go find one yourself."

"Can I have yours?"

He looked at her and paused. For a moment she thought he was actually contemplating lending her his chair, finally showing an act of kindness. "Why would you even bother asking that?"

"I hate you."

"I know." He then smirked as she turned on her heel and walked out of the room.

Before reaching the door Bulma turned and smirked evilly at Vegeta, "I almost forgot," she began. "Mr. Otaki is awaiting your call. He didn't sound very perky this morning."

Vegeta's smirk instantly drooped into an angry frown. "Otaki is your department."

Bulma smiled, "Well from what little I understood, he wanted some sort of computer, so I told him he should talk to you."

Vegeta let out a deep throated growl, and Bulma skipped out of the office in a newly found good mood. Leaving an enraged Vegeta, to thickly whisper a string of curses which were hardly audible.

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After about an hour or so of doing nothing but walking around the building with a file in her hand, to give the impression that she was working, Bulma decided to head back to her office. On first glance she saw no Vegeta, and let loose a sigh of relief. At first she was startled, but she covered this with a smile when she saw the tall, spiky haired male leaning against her desk smiling sweetly.

"Hey," she said as she approached the man happily.

"Hey, you aren't busy are you?" He asked as he gestured down at the file still clutched in Bulma's hand.

"This?" Bulma asked as she held up the file. The man nodded. "Oh, this is what I carry around when I want people to think I'm doing work, when in reality I'm not doing anything. Which I guess I shouldn't do since I'm CEO, and I should be making sure things are running smoothly, but I'm not in the mood to work today." Bulma rambled this, and immediately felt embarrassed, when the man standing before her let out a short laugh. She knew this guy for about a month now, they've been dating for about two weeks, and he made her nervous at times. She wasn't sure why, she had never really been nervous around anyone.

"Alright good. 'Cause I was wondering if you wanted to go get some lunch with me."

Bulma smiled, "Sure, sounds good."

"Great," he said as he wrapped an arm around her waist.

"Wait," Bulma said as she moved back over to her desk. "Let me get my purse and cell," as she collected these items she noticed Vegeta's chair was behind her desk. He actually did something nice. Walking back over to the man she frowned when Vegeta stormed in.

"Woman!" He yelled. Bulma glared. She watched as his scowl deepened. "Broly." He grunted this. Broly nodded at the shorter male. His mismatch eyes quickly snapped from Broly to Bulma. "I need you to come with me over to Otaki's, he wants us to pitch him the X15 processor over lunch." He said this with great annoyance.

"Now?"

Vegeta gave her a threatening glare.

"I'm sorry Broly," Bulma said as she looked up at him. He had been frowning, but smiled when meeting eye.

"It's all right Bulma," he said this then pecked her on the cheek. "Tomorrow?"

Bulma smiled and nodded, then Broly left.

"Your lunch doesn't start until noon, it's eleven. Who the fuck eats lunch at eleven," Vegeta said this angrily to Bulma.

Bulma glared at him, "Don't get jealous now."

"Don't flatter yourself, wench."

"Fuck you."

"When the hell did you start seeing that oaf any ways," Vegeta demanded more than asked.

"Like I said, it's none of your concern."

Vegeta growled and stormed out of the office, Bulma followed.

"Do you have any visuals for the pitch, or are we going to have to make some?" Bulma was speed walking to keep up with Vegeta.

Vegeta didn't answer. He banged his fist against the down arrow and turned to Bulma with eyes of malice. "No."

"No we have no visuals, or no we don't have to make some?" Bulma asked angrily. "Be more clear Vegeta, I'm getting tired of these one word responses."

The doors to the elevator opened and the two entered. "I have the prototype in my car." The doors closed. "Why the hell are you seeing Broly?"

"He's nice, caring, and doesn't scream at me constantly like some people."

"He's lazy, a pot-head, he has no personality, the guy can hardly keep a conversation up, would you like me to continue?"

"Why the hell do you care who I'm seeing Vegeta?" Bulma glared over up at him. "And Broly doesn't smoke pot."

"Wanna bet?"

"He doesn't!"

"He's come into work high. Last year I was this close to firing him." Vegeta held his thumb about a half inch away from his pointer finger.

"Then why didn't you? If you really hate him so much, and if he really came into work high, you would have fired him." The doors opened and the two quickly walked out of the building and towards Vegeta's Viper.

"'Cause the guy's pathetic."

"Will you stop!?" Bulma yelled at him after they settled into the car. "Vegeta, will you please, for once, not interfere with my relationship?"

"I don't always interfere," Vegeta growled defensively as he sped out of the parking lot, but immediately had to slam on his brakes as he entered New York's traffic.

"Yes you do." Bulma said as she rested her forehead against the cold glass window. "You always have and always will."

"I don't always interfere," he growled with annoyance.

"Name one time you didn't."

Vegeta paused for a moment and Bulma sighed exasperatedly. "Maybe if you didn't go after dumbasses, I wouldn't have a comment."

"I know, what am I thinking?" Bulma began sarcastically. "I do date some shit for brains people don't I? I mean, you for example." Bulma made a wide arm gesture towards Vegeta. "What the hell was I smoking? Some of Broly's weed perhaps?"

Vegeta rested his elbow on his arm rest, then laid his head on his clenched fist. "Bitch."

"Ass."

"Wench."

"Jerk."

"Harlot."

"Weed smoker."

"Broly dater."

"Troll hair!"

"Smurf hair!"

The two continued this as they waited for traffic to move, at a snails pace, along until they reached Otaki's headquarters. As Vegeta parked, and the two exited, they called a truce.

As they entered the elevator to get to Mr. Otaki's office, Bulma rested her head on Vegeta's shoulder. "Please just let me try Broly with out you prejudging him?"

"It isn't called prejudging, it's called the unwanted truth."

"It's called the jealous jackass."

"I'm not jealous woman."

"Then why do you care?"

"I don't."

"Yea you do." Bulma accused happily as she playfully shoved him.

Vegeta chuckled darkly, as his clashing eyes met her soft blue. "Why would you think I cared about you? I don't, I hate you." He said as if it were patently obvious, and with such conviction it made Bulma falter for a moment. Her eyes had stung for a split second, and she had felt physical pain in her chest. Vegeta wasn't smiling, he wasn't frowning, he held emotionless towards her. She hated it when he made this face. It hurt her, and made her feel like a child pestering an adult.

"Okay." Was all Bulma could think of saying as they entered Mr. Otaki's office.

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