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Bulma sighed as she plopped down in her kitchen chair. She rested her elbows on the table, and placed her head in her hands. "I'm soo tired," she moaned as she looked up at the boxes of Chinese food in front of her.

"Whiny wench," She heard Vegeta grumble as he placed a plate filled with almond boneless chicken, rice, a roll, an egg roll, and steak chop suey in front of her.

"I'm not even hungry."

Vegeta glared at her as he began to fill his plate, "Then why the hell couldn't we get pizza?" He growled angrily.

Just twenty minutes earlier the two had been bickering about whether to get pizza or Chinese for dinner. "Because I don't like the smell of meatlovers pizza."

"Well I don't like the look of Chinese food; but I wasn't in the mood for you to claw at me while I drove."

Bulma smiled. "Just admit you lost the argument."

"It wasn't an argument. It was you complaining like a five year old in the middle of rush hour."

Bulma rolled her eyes, "Yeah, yeah."

"So how are you and what's his face," Vegeta asked as he stabbed at his chicken with his fork.

Bulma shrugged. "Good I guess. We're suppose to be having dinner tomorrow night."

Vegeta shoveled pieces chicken into his mouth, "Youw cawn't, Coowler's having sowme fowrmal towmarrow." Vegeta had a hidden smirk playing at his lips as he chewed and said this.

Bulmas face slacked, "We'll I guess you'll be going stag."

Vegeta swallowed and glared at her, "You're going woman."

Bulma shook her head. "I can't keep canceling dates with Broly, it's rude."

"Screw Broly, you have to go to this formal if you want Ouiji Capsule to make a better name for itself."

"Both of us don't have to go. Find a boyfriend to take and say I'm sick." Bulma smiled sweetly.

Vegeta shot daggers at her. "Fine, I'll take Claire then."

"Who's Claire?" Bulma asked with a quirked brow.

Vegeta smirked, "Former employee." (A/N: Claire made an appearance in Love and Business, she was a bitchy secretary at Ouiji Corp. ahaha..)

Bulma took a bite of her egg roll and they had a moment of silence.

"I thought I told you about her," he asked nonchalantly as he took the silence as a small victory.

"Nope. You've never mentioned this Claire." Bulma said as she tipped her head up slightly to look down her petite nose.

"Do I detect some jealousy?" Vegeta smirked.

Bulma smiled, "No, I'm happy to hear you've found some one."

"Heh, thanks woman."

Bulma raised her eyebrows for a second and stared down at the table as she stood and spoke, "Want something to drink?"

"Scotch on the rocks," he chuckled.

"Coors it is."

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"Isn't that hard to believe? I think he's making her up."

"Jeez, B calm down, I'm sure it's just a fling."

"No, you know, I don't really like how he brought her up like that either. I mean, don't you think that was bitchy of him?"

"Actually it sounds just like a normal retort you'd hear from Vegeta."

"I mean who is this Claire? Why hasn't he introduced us, and if he likes her so much why isn't she working for Ouiji Capsule? We both picked our favorite workers and fired the rest."

"I don't know Bulma. It'll be okay, aren't you happy that you finally have time for that Broly guy?"

Silence.

"Well here's Chi Chi, hold on." Goku ended as he handed the phone to Chi Chi.

"Sorry B, what's going on?"

"Vegeta has some whore clung to him."

Chi Chi sighed heavily, "God damnit Bulma, did you really think he'd just sit by this whole time and let you parade Broly around?"

"Aren't you suppose to be on my side!?" Bulma yelled into the phone as tears began to collect at the brims on her lids. "Why are you both being like this?"

"Bulma honey it's okay, calm down. You just have to realize that Vegeta's not going to wait forever."

Bulma's tears sucked back into her eyes. "What do you mean by that? I don't want him waiting for me, I'm just pissed because he's taking some random girl to an important formal."

"If it was so important why are skipping it for Broly? Hm? Weren't you complaining just the other day that you think he has no personality any ways?"

"I can't keep canceling on him, and I only said that because he was annoying me that night." Bulma leaned back into Vegeta's desk chair and picked up a pen and began to twirl it between her fingers.

"Take him then. If you want to get back at Vegeta, take Broly to the formal."

"See, this is the stuff you're suppose to be telling me, not that waiting crap."

ChiChi sighed heavily into the phone again, "It's not crap," she muttered under her breath. "Glad that I could be of help."

"No personal calls," Vegeta barked as he entered the office.

Bulma threw the pen at Vegeta. "Whatever, I've got to let you go Chi."

"Alright, you two try not to kill each other."

"Hmph. Bye."

"Bye."

Bulma hung the phone up and narrowed her eyes at Vegeta as he placed the thrown pen back on his desk.

"Get out of my chair."

"I still can't find mine."

"Then find a new one." He growled annoyed.

Bulma stood, "I'm going to the formal."

Vegeta rose an eyebrow, "What happened to your date?"

"I'm bringing him, is that okay?"

Vegeta frowned, "I don't care."

"Good. Well, I'm leaving for today." Bulma walked out of the office with her nose in the air. She needed to tell Broly the change of plans, and prepare herself for this Claire bitch.

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"So we have to go to this formal thing instead?"

"Yea, sorry for the last minute change," Bulma said into the phone as she wrung her wet hair out over her bathroom sink, cradling the phone between her shoulder and ear.

"Yea it's fine, so do you want me to wear suit to this thing?"

"Yea, suit and tie'll be fine."

"When's it start again?"

"In like two hours, so be here at like sevenish, alright?"

"Alright, I'll see you soon then."

"Kay, bye."

"I Love you."

"Kay bye."

"Bye."

As Bulma hung up the phone she paused. Did that bye sound upset? Did he want her to say I love you too? Naw, she decided as she ran her brush through her hair. He's fine.

After Bulma finished getting ready she looked herself over in the mirror. She was wearing a sliming black dress with black sandals. Her hair was curled elegantly, and she had tried at smoky eyes. It didn't look as good as when she had other people do her eyes, but it was good enough. "It looks good doesn't it?" She asked herself as she ran her finger under one of her eyes to remove a smear of eyeliner. "I'm sure that Claire bitch couldn't even fit in this dress." Bulma told herself. Smiled fakly into the mirror, then began to examine her teeth. Her face slacked as the door bell rang.

"Hey sweetie," she greeted as Broly entered her apartment.

"Hey," he pecked her cheek, "So, you ready?"

"Yea hold on," she said as she returned to her bedroom to pick up her clutch purse, and took a last glance into her mirror. 'Hmph no way that Claire bitch will look as great as me,' Bulma thought cockily as she walked back to where Broly was waiting patiently at the door. "Lets go," she smiled.

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"Your at table fifteen," the guy with a bald head told us after I stated my name.

"So what happens at these things?" Broly asked me as we headed towards open French doors.

"You just BS with other CEO's, eat, listen to BS speeches, drink alot, there's some dancing, and then you leave. They're pretty dull."

Broly began to look around at the different people passing by, "So, are these things really big? Are these people from around the world?" He asked and gestured to the man with leederhozen.

"No, just immediate areas really, that's Chrysler's new spokesperson."

"Oh."

"Our table must be over there, I see the troll hair." Bulma grabbed Broly's hand and intertwined their fingers as she pulled him towards the ebony flame.

"There you are woman," Vegeta greeted with a smirk.

Bulma's eyes narrowed and she glanced around the table. There were people talking amongst themselves she didn't recognize and empty chair, Vegeta, and two other empty chairs. "So, who are they?" She asked in a hushed whisper as she sat down next to Vegeta, Broly sat down on her other side.

"Toshiba, HP, and a guy from Geico, they're not too friendly," he grunted back.

"I see," Bulma crossed her legs and glanced around. "So-"

Bulma was cut off by Broly who leaned over her with his hand extended, "Nice to see you Mr. Ouiji," Broly said chirperly.

Vegeta gave an amused smirk, "Please Broly, Vegeta." He chuckled a bit and shook Broly's hand firmly.

Broly returned with a weak smile as he with drew his hand.

Bulma coughed to gain attention. "So Vegeta. Where's Claire?"

"She got up a while ago to use the restroom, she'll be back soon."

"Hm, I see." She folded her arms and practiced looking down her nose.

"Hey, do you want anything to drink?" Broly asked her as he stood.

"No, I'm good."

"Alright well I'm going to go get something, Vegeta, want anything?"

"No."

"Alright," Broly said as he began to walk away.

Vegeta chuckled, "What a Buffoon."

"Buffoon? You're an ass, he's trying to be nice."

"'Nice to see you Mr. Ouiji,'" Vegeta tried to mimic Broly's voice. "He's worse then Yamcha."

Bulma's eyes narrowed.

"Sure know how to pick 'em." Vegeta added as he leaned back into his chair.

"You're such an arrogant ass, you don't know how to act maturely do you? This isn't High School Vegeta, grow up."

"I'm the one being juvenile?"

"Yes."

"You're being the priss looking down your nose with your loathing for Claire, when you haven't even met her."

"I don't hate her, I don't even know her, I don't know what you're talking about."

"'Where's Claire,'" he mimicked. "Don't give me that, I've known you long enough to know that you're going to scrutinize her as soon as you see her."

"You don't know that. And I'm the one that prejudges?" Bulma scoffed, "Please, Vegeta don't even start."

Vegeta's eyes narrowed. "Look woman-" He was cut off by a feminine voice.

"This place is so big, you think the staff could tell you more than it's to the right." The short brunette scoffed and sat down in the empty seat next to Vegeta.

Bulma eyed her then smiled fakly, "So you must be Claire." Bulma held out her hand.

Claire looked up and smiled fakly, "Yes, and you're Mrs. Briefs?"

"Bulma," Bulma told her the same way Vegeta had told Broly.

The brunette continued to smile fakly. Bulma followed suit. Then it dawned on Bulma, she had met this Claire before..

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Bulma entered the building and headed to the large oval welcome counter, where a short brunette was quickly typing. "May I help you?" The tired brunette asked with out looking up.

"Yes, what floor is Mr. Ouiji's office?"

The brunette raised an eye brow. "Do you have an appointment?"

"No."

The brunette's eyes narrowed suspioucly, "Mr. Ouiji is in a meeting right now."

"At six in the morning?"

"Yes."

"That's ridicules! Just tell me what floor Vegeta's office is on,"

"I told you Miss, Mr. Ouiji is in a meeting at the moment." The annoyed brunette spat.

Bulma's eyes narrowed. "Look," Bulma squinted at her name tag, "Claire. I need to speak with Mr. Ouiji, and I don't have time to wait for him to get out of this 'meeting' you claim he is in, nor do I have the patience. So, I suggest you just tell me what floor his office is on."

Claire smirked. "That's classified information. Besides, I don't have the patience to explain to you why you can't interrupt Mr. Ouiji's meeting. Now if you would be so kind as to either take the time to make an appointment, or kindly leave." She said with biting sarcasm.

Bulma glared at the 'welcome' lady. "Look you, do you know who-"

"I don't care who you are. If you don't have an appointment then you have no business here."

Bulma glared at Claire, then started to dig through her pockets of her coat. She smiled as she pulled out the small business card, with Vegeta's cell phone number scribbled on it. She then pulled out her cell phone, and dialed the number. As she held the thin phone to her ear she gave Claire a curt smile. Claire rolled her eyes and returned to her typing.

"Who the hell is this," Vegeta greeted the unknown number.

"I love you too." Bulma answered sarcastically.

"Woman? What do you want." He demanded.

Bulma rolled her eyes, "What floor is your office on?"

"I'm not in my office, and why do you want to know?"

"I'm standing by your 'welcome' counter," Bulma glared over at Claire who was sipping at a thermos of coffee.

"Meet me on the ninth floor," Vegeta said as he hung up.

Claire gave Bulma a sarcastic smile, "Have a nice day!"

Bulma smiled sarcastically back at her, "Thanks, you too!"

ennnddiinngg of flllassshhhbaaccckkk!!

'Fucking bitch,' Bulma thought to herself.

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