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Walking through the crowded halls, Bulma headed towards her normal lunch table. Today hadn't been one of Bulma's best. She had been brooding silently over Vegeta's new 'flavor of the week.' Since the two had broken up a few months ago, they had been at each others throats more than normal. Bulma had also began to purposely flirt with guys in front of Vegeta, and vice versa. She had thought of this as a harmless revenge. She hoped to make him jealous enough to where he'd want to get back together. This certain break up was abnormally messy, and was the longest lasting. They normally broke up for a week at a time. Not months.

"Bulma!"

Bulma turned at the sound of her name, it was Krillen.

"Hey, want to do me a favor?" He asked rhetorically as he placed three large text books and two binders on top of Bulma's binder. "Drop these off at the table I'm going to go get lunch," he said chipperly.

"Kay," Bulma groaned under the weight of the books.

"I'll buy you a Diet Coke," Krillen yelled over his shoulder as he headed towards the endless lunch line.

Bulma muttered a few curses under her breath as she continued to head towards the table. At a much faster pace of course, the extra poundage of school work was making her arms shake.

Bulma was a few feet away from the table when she dropped all that she was carrying. The weight of the books were beginning to become too much, and the tears that suddenly brimmed her eye lids made the last few feet too unbearable to complete. She quickly wiped her eyes and bent down to collect Krillen's books. Alone at the table was Vegeta and a blonde. The blonde was seated on Vegeta's lap, and the two were laughing.

Bulma grit her teeth and let her anger grip her. She dropped the books on the table with a loud, attention grabbing, thud. The two looked in her direction. She held a stoic expression.

"Why so many books woman?" Vegeta asked with a smirk.

'This is his form of evil revenge,' Bulma told herself as she imagined clawing his eyes out. "They're Krillen's." She responded as she sat across from them.

"I'm Sarah by the way," the blonde introduced perkily.

Bulma arched her brow towards the chipper girl who continued to sit on Vegeta's lap, her arm now draped around his neck. Bulma grit her teeth and squinted her eyes down her nose at Sarah. Bulma smiled fakely, "I'm Bulma." She smiled at Sarah, then made eye contact with Vegeta. "So are you two going out?" She asked in a voice that was a mixture of sarcasm and questionable happiness.

"Yea." Vegeta answered quickly.

Bulma smiled with out her teeth at the two, "That's cute." Bulma kept her eye contact with Vegeta. They read each other's eyes. Bulma's showing extreme anger, Vegeta's showing pleasurable revenge.

"I know," Sarah answered perkily, oblivious to the obvious tension between her boyfriend and Bulma.

"Hey ya guys," ChiChi said cautiously as she could almost see Bulma lunge herself at Vegeta, claws drawn.

"Hi ChiChi!" Sarah proclaimed fakely.

ChiChi gave a curt smile and sat down next to Bulma. "So, Bulma," ChiChi unsuccessfully tried to gain Bulma's attention. "Krillen told me to give this to you," ChiChi set a bottle of Diet Coke infront of Bulma, then took a swig from her own bottle.

Bulma ignored ChiChi, broke eye contact with Vegeta and directed it towards Sarah with another smile. "So you do know that there is an empty chair right there," Bulma then nodded her head toward the seat next to Vegeta.

Sarah smiled and giggled. "Yea." She said, not moving.

Bulma gripped her Diet Coke and continued to smile at Sarah. "Well?" Bulma asked expectantly.

"Well what?" Sarah asked, trying to seem clueless.

"Are you going to sit like a person or a dog?"

ChiChi's eyes widened and she choked on the Diet Coke she had been sipping.

Sarah frowned, "Excuse me?"

Bulma took a sip from her Diet Coke and smiled, "Sit in the chair."

Sarah gave a look of question to Bulma, "Why does it matter?"

"At our table we sit like grownups." Bulma said with a demeaning tone. "Now take a seat, sweetie."

Sarah reluctantly slid into the chair next to Vegeta, and held a look of confusion and anger.

Vegeta grunted. "Since when does our table have a preference?"

"Since some of our members began to act like dogs." Bulma snapped, then took another sip from her Diet Coke.

There was a moment of silence.

Vegeta's eyes remained narrowed and he smirked at Bulma. "Then bark."

Bulma's eyes seemed to flash red. She let her emotions go. She threw her open bottle of Diet Coke at Vegeta's head.

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Slamming the newly installed doors to her shared office, Bulma stormed to her desk. Again, her chair was missing. In a fit of rage she threw her purse down where her chair should be and let a ripple of annoyed grunts out.

"For fuck's sake!" She heard Vegeta growl.

Bulma turned to glare at him, his presence just now realized. Looking him over she could tell he had spent the night on the couch. His clothes were disheveled and bags had formed under his eye lids. "You realize that we have a meeting soon, and you are going."

"Don't think I know that?" He hissed angrily.

Bulma rolled her eyes as she approached him.

"Hm." She pondered as she looked him over, his face had slacked back into it's normal emotionless state. She tugged at his untucked shirt as she examined his dark circles. "Tuck this in." She commanded as she headed back to where she had thrown her purse down.

Pulling out her compact and a comb she walked back to where he stood, shirt still untucked, frowning. She glared at him and let out a heavy sigh. "I told you to tuck your shirt in."

He stared at her, unresponsive.

She shook her head and began to undo his belt. This of course got her a rise from him.

"If you wanted in my pants that badly woman-"

"If you're going to act like a stubborn child Vegeta, then I'll treat you like one." She continued to tuck his shirt in for him as he stood amused and chuckling. She tightened his belt and smiled sarcastically at him. "You realize we have less than thirty minutes before our meeting with Freeza and Cooler starts."

Vegeta smirked. "Well, I think I could use a quick shower before that. Would you like to assist woman?"

Bulma shook her head, smiled, and let a soft laugh out. "We don't have time for that, sweetie."

Vegeta gave her more of a smile rather than a smirk. "Damn."

Bulma smiled and opened her compact. She patted the sponge onto the foundation then looked up into his blue eye. "Look up."

His eyes widened and he took a step back. "Don't put that crap on me."

She sighed, "It'll make you look less 'I just woke upish.' Besides, our skin color is similar so no one will be able to tell."

"I'm not putting your orange shit on my face."

"It's not orange it's ivory, asshole." She glared at him.

"It's orange woman."

She shook her head. "It's not, but at least let me fix your hair." She put her compact down on his desk. She moved closer to him and reached up with the comb and combed back a chunk of hair sticking out. "I can barely reach, kneel or something."

He grunted and hopped up onto his desk.

She sighed as she leaned against his knees and tried again. "This doesn't really help," she muttered.

Vegeta separated his legs and Bulma stumbled forward slightly. Vegeta smirked at her closeness.

Bulma blushed slightly but continued to try and comb his hair, now that she could reach better. She felt his knees press against her waist on either side and could feel his eyes on her. His hair was beginning to look better until she hit a knot. She tried to pull the comb through, but the comb got stuck. "Move your head forward," she muttered, placing her free hand behind his head and easing it forward as her other hand tried to move the comb up. "God damn Vegeta. It's like a knot of hair and gel, did you use the whole tub of gel?" She asked with frustration as she looked into his eyes, suddenly realizing how close they were.

"I can do it myself." He grumbled as he snatched the comb from her hand and began to stand, pushing Bulma back with his body to make room for himself.

Bulma stood for a second against his chest, then took a step back. "Fine," she said holding her hands up in defeat. "I guess all you think I'm useful for is to tuck your shirt in for you." She smiled up at him.

"I offered you the assistance with my shower," he smirked as he ran the comb up his ebony flame.

She shook her head. "Yea, right."

Vegeta chuckled and placed the comb on his desk next to her compact. "The knot wasn't that bad."

Bulma smiled, "Actually it was."

He hmphed, then rubbed under his chin, "Think I should shave?"

"Yes."

He shrugged, "Nah I'm good enough."

She rolled her eyes. "You still look like you've rolled out of bed, where's your suit coat?"

"Not here."

"Why not?" She scolded as she examined all of the wrinkles in his shirt.

"It's 85 degrees."

"So?"

"I get hot."

"You're such a child."

"Skank."

"I'm not in the mood for that game."

Vegeta chuckled as he tapped her butt while walking past her. "But thanks for the help woman," he smirked back at her.

Bulma narrowed her eyes at him, shook her head, but couldn't hide the smile grazing her lips. "You're such a jerk."

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The traffic on the way to Cooler Corp was ridiculous. It took the two over an hour to reach Cooler Corp, making them over thirty minutes late. When they finally got inside the company, they were informed by a secretary that Freeza and Cooler had both left. Also stating that the two brothers were traveling to Chicago for a meeting.

"Fuck!" Vegeta cursed loudly as the two exited the building. "This is such shit," Vegeta continued to growl as her glared down at Bulma.

Bulma glared back, "Well maybe if you had been ready earlier then we wouldn't have been so late."

"If we ran we would have been here on time; but you were more worried about your fucking hair!"

"I wasn't going to get out of the taxi in the middle of traffic and run to the meeting!"

"Why the hell not?! We could have sold them a bunch of crap we don't use for millions! We're over stocked woman, and the only idiots on this whole damned planet that would consider to buy our outdated crap are those two!"

"What do you suppose we do then Vegeta? Sprout wings and fly after the two? It's not like we're in debt, we'll be fine if we don't sell to them."

Vegeta stared down at her as if a third eye had appeared on her forehead. "Woman, we're on the brink of debt. Haven't you seen the stocks? They're plummeting. Our renovation bills are through the roof, and we haven't come up with a new product or update in months. We're behind, and the extra cash from Cooler would have helped us at least pay off the renovation bill."

"What? H-how? Why didn't you tell me this?!" Bulma began to get angry, thoughts of Vegeta lying or hiding things from her ran through her head.

"I though you knew. Aren't you watching, or even paying attention to what you sign or read?"Vegeta was beginning to get annoyed by her cluelessness.

Bulma paused. Every time she was given a pile of paperwork she would always have Juu just pull out the ones that needed to be signed. Only sometimes skimming through them before signing.

"Do you!?" He yelled angrily. "Woman, you're acting like you don't know how to run a fucking company!" He glared down at her. She was taken agape; her eyes were stricken with fear as she stared at the top button on Vegeta's shirt. Vegeta 'hmphed.' "This is probably why it was so easy for me to take over: daddy wasn't around doing the work for you."

Bulma looked up into his blue eye. Her insides twisted, and her eyes watered slightly. Was he right? Had the company been bought out and taken over because her father had stopped going to the meetings and making deals? Was she that incompetent? She didn't know how to reply to him.

Vegeta sneered, "I'll get a taxi," he then headed towards the curb.

"You can't blame all of this on me," she said to him with watering eyes as she walked to his side.

"I'm not." He answered shortly, in a tone that told Bulma the opposite.

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The two had been driven back in silence. When they reached the office Bulma sat down on the couch; Vegeta, in his chair. Vegeta leaned back and Bulma rested against the side of the couch and put her legs up.

"Do you want to call and see if they'll agree to schedule another meeting?" Bulma asked breaking their silence.

"What makes you think the pricks will agree?"

"We can say that we'll meet them in Chicago."

"Why should we cater to their needs?"

"I thought you said we were in debt."

"More the reason not to spend the money on airline tickets."

"We'll ride in coach."

"There isn't much of a difference woman."

"Then we'll drive, it'd only take a day."

"Again, I'm not going to cater to those pricks' needs."

"We can lie and say we need to head out that way anyways."

Vegeta thought for a moment. He looked over at her. She was now sitting Indian style on the couch. "You make the call then." He said as he tossed his phone to her.

Bulma smiled and scrolled through the contacts. Her eyes narrowed slightly at the name Claire before highlighting Cooler. "Shouldn't we use the land line, a call from a cell phone seems kind of tacky."

Vegeta rolled his eyes and grumbled inaudibles. "Just make the call woman."

Bulma stood and walked to the phone on Vegeta's desk. She typed in the numbers and cradled the phone as she handed Vegeta his cell phone. "Cooler Corp how may I be of assistance?" Came a perky voice.

"Hello, this is Ms. Briefs of Ouiji Capsule, and I was wondering if you could patch me in to Mr. Freeza or Cooler?" Bulma looked over at Vegeta who stared back.

"No I'm sorry both Mr. Freeza and Mr. Cooler are on an important out of state trip."

"Alright, well then would it be possible for me to get a number I could reach one of them at?"

"They are both very busy." The secretary snapped.

'Why do secretaries always hate me?' Bulma thought. "As am I, that's why I'm in need of a contact number, or perhaps even where they'll be staying."

"Please hold."

As the elevator music reached Bulma's ear her eyes turned to slits. "Bitch put me on hold," she hissed to Vegeta.

Vegeta frowned, "If they don't give you a fucking number give me the phone."

Bulma rolled her eyes and shooed him with a hand motion as an almost feminine male voice greeted her. "Hello?"

"Hello Freeza, this is Bulma speaking."

"Hello Bulma, we missed you at our meeting today," he said in a smooth but almost mocking tone.

"Yes, and Vegeta and I both apologize for our absence."

"I'm sure you both are," again with the mocking undertone.

"Mhm, and we wanted to make it up to you both. How does dinner sound?"

"Weren't you informed? Cooler and I are both on our way to Chicago."

"Yes, but that's what makes it perfect. You see Vegeta and I have to travel to Chicago tomorrow morning anyways."

"Oh, I see, what's the occasion?"

Bulma's heart skipped a beat. She hadn't planned out an exact reason as to why they'd be in Chicago. "We'll be visiting Vegeta's family." Bulma fudged as she tried to keep her composure as Vegeta's eyes widened.

"Oh really? That's interesting, I thought the Ouiji's retired in Seattle?"

"They have a place outside of Chicago as well." Bulma covered as Vegeta shook his head and rolled his eyes.

"Ah, I see. Well then when and where shall we meet for dinner?"

"How about at Alinea the day after tomorrow around seven?"

"It's a date," Freeza mocked, Bulma could picture his snake like smile.

"Alright, see you then, buh- bye."

"Bye."

Bulma hung up the phone and smiled at Vegeta. "See, it'll be okay."

Vegeta stretched, "What ever. What kind of restaurant is Alinea?"

Bulma shrug, "I'm not sure, I read somewhere that it was number one in America in this Gourmet magazine; probably an expensive fancy place."

Vegeta grunted. "Doesn't matter, what time do you want to leave tomorrow?"

Bulma shrugged, "I'll get us some maps and make reservations, and we'll leave around four tomorrow morning so we're for sure there tomorrow night."

Vegeta nodded and the two left early to prepare themselves for tomorrow's trip.

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Alright well there you have it. I actually looked that restaurant up, and the food looks scary, ahaha. The pictures I saw were of like foods I've probably never tried, and never plan on trying ahaha. It was all really tiny crazy fancy looking stuff, ahaha.. But cheyeaaa I love criticism you guys, so dish it out! ) ahaha.

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