Bulla handed a beautiful bouquet of purple orchids to the last client of the day with a bright smile on her lips. It had been another busy day in her flower shop, but the day was far from being over. She had been offered a huge job opportunity and immediately took it. So the last task of her working day was to deliver the flowers at a photo studio and then go home. She'd be lying on her couch before she knew it.

She checked the door twice, to make sure it was properly closed before picking up her car keys from her small purse and unlocking its alarm. She got inside the light pink van she was able to afford with the profit she made and saved from the flower shop. A wide smile came into her lips as she realized how far she had gone. She had made it.

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Son Goten was sitting on a chair in the dressing room having his makeup done for a photoshoot. He was wearing a thick white robe and chatting with another love affair he met on a dating app. As much as he loved being a model, he didn't really like having to sit on a chair for a couple of hours to get ready for a photoshoot. Luckily for him, it didn't take much longer for him to be free to get changed.

He was about to put on the clothes chosen for him, one of the assistants came in writing frantically in a chart and barely paying attention to him.

"We'll have to wait a few more minutes."

"What?!" He turned to her with his eyebrows raised. "Why?"

"The woman who's bringing the flowers for decoration hasn't arrived yet."

"You must be kidding me!" He complained shamelessly. "Where does she live? East city?"

"The city is a chaos today. They said Mr. Satan is having a fan meeting and the whole city wants to participate."

"People actually want to participate in a fan meeting with him?"

"You can be sure of it."

"Damn." Goten shook his head and sighed with frustration. "I have no option but to wait."

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"All West City decided to go out today?" Bulla complained angrily as she slammed the wheel. "What is wrong with these people? I can't be late!"

She decided to turn on the radio and found out that all the insane traffic was because of Mr. Satan. Everything quickly made sense to her, but she was still nervous because she had a delivery to do and was running out of time. She glanced at the back of her van and took a deep breath. So much for lying down on her couch soon.

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Goten was thrown on the couch in the dressing room, bored to death. Another half an hour had gone by and no sign of the flower woman. He absolutely hated having to wait so long to work, though he knew it was part of his job. Things could be unpredictable sometimes. He didn't blame the woman in the slightest, though.

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"Finally!" Bulla exclaimed with relief when she parked her car in front of the studio, one hour after she meant to deliver the flowers. She could hope they weren't too mad at her. She quickly grabbed the flowers in the back of her van and rushed inside the studio.

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Goten walked out of the dressing room when the noise outside grew louder. He wanted to see what was going on and was taken by surprise when he saw the flower woman was actually Bulla. Before he knew it, he was walking towards her.

"Well, well, if it isn't the cat lady." He said in a charming tone and picked a couple of flowers from the box.

The blue haired woman felt her heart racing when she heard his voice and saw his hand grabbing a flower inside the box.

"What are you doing here?" She raised her eyebrows at him with surprise.

"What do mean what I'm doing here?" The brunette was shocked with her question. "I'm a model, remember?"

"Oh that's right! I remember it now. You were standing outside a studio in West City."

"That's right."

"Is this the replacement model?" The assistant girl came in, still keep her focus on her chart.

"What?" Bulla lifted her head, very confused, and pointed to herself. "Me?"

"That's right."

"That must be a mis…"

"Yes, she is." Goten blatantly cut her out. "She even looks like one."

"Great, your clothes are in the dressing room."

"What are you doing?" She asked him when the woman walked away. "I'm not a model."

"You should be. Look at you." He checked her out intensely. "Besides, you'll get to pose with me."

The woman felt her cheeks burning bright red and began to head to the dressing room. "Fine, but you owe me big time for this."

"I'll buy you a coffee."

"No, you can buy me a burger." She said over her shoulder before walking into the room.

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Bulla picked a hanger up and stared at the flowery white top and skirt. It was very different from what she was used to wear, but things had gotten unexpected anyway, so she thought why not?

Goten felt a shiver down his spine when he glanced up after she walked out of the room, wearing her outfit for the photoshoot. His cheeks burned bright pink and his throat got weirdly dry. He quickly shook his head and stood up.

"Looking good, cat lady."

"Please stop calling me that." She shot him a death glare and quickly looked at the assistant, who came to talk to her.

Despite her initial discomfort with the bright lights pointing at her, it didn't take long for Bulla to feel comfortable with being in the spotlight. She was actually enjoying being a model for a few hours. But little did she know what was awaiting for her. At a certain moment, Goten joined her and none seemed to mind. Her eyes went wide when he stopped behind her and slid a hand over her waist.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm working?" He looked at her like it was obvious enough.

"I didn't know part of your job means to touch someone else's body."

"It's just for the photoshoot. It doesn't mean anything."

"Oh." Bulla looked down, visibly embarrassed for not realizing it sooner. "So I suppose it's okay then."

"Great. Then we shall continue."

Bulla had to admit she enjoyed being a model after all. It wasn't as bad as she thought, and she even got to have a lot of proximity with Goten. It definitely wasn't bad at all.

"You did a great job, cat lady." He remarked with a cheeky grin.

"I told you to stop calling me that. My name is Bulla. Bulla Briefs." She snapped and narrowed her eyes at him.

"Alright, Bulla. Bulla Briefs." He teased and then put his hands in front of his chest with his palms turned to her, in a defensive way. "I'm just joking with you."

"You better."

"On a serious note, you really did a great job. You should really invest in being a model."

"I'm more than happy being a florist, but thank you." Bulla replied kindly. "But it was a good experience. I had a lot of fun."

"I can tell." The brunette glanced quickly at her and then back at the photos. "You have a natural talent for it."

"Thank you."

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Bulla returned to her life before her fifteen minutes of fame in the following days. Playing a model for one day was nice and all, but it was time to wake up from her fairytale. Her day was so busy she only realized it was time to close her flower shop when she looked outside and noticed it was getting dark.

As soon as she locked the front door, it start pouring. She lifted her palm to the chest level and it soon got filled with water drops. She mumbled with frustration and her eyes widened the next second. She looked through the glass and saw she was standing under an umbrella.

"What are you doing here?"

"I was passing by and saw you didn't have an umbrella with you." Goten looked around. "I don't see your car nearby."

"That's because it isn't. I couldn't find a parking spot near, so it's a couple of blocks away."

"I'll take you, come on."

"You don't have to, really." Bulla assured him. "It's not raining that much, I can run to my car."

"Don't be silly. Why would you want to get wet when you can have an umbrella?"

"Okay." She gave in. "I'll accept it."

"Great. Let's go."

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Bulla put her palm up again when they arrived at her car and noticed the rain wasn't that strong anymore. She turned around to look at Goten and put a lock of her hair behind her ear.

"Thanks for bringing me over. I really appreciate it."

"You're welcome." He checked to see if it was safe enough to close his umbrella, but it started pouring again as soon as he did. He tried to open it again, but it wasn't working. "Damn it!"

"Do you live near here?"

"What?" He lifted his head and looked at her with wide eyes.

"I can give you a ride."

The dark haired man barely seemed to register what she was saying. He could only pay attention to her soaked long blue hair glued to her face. Next thing he knew, his hand was resting on her cheek and he was leaning towards her. Bulla felt her heart start pounding and she knew she had to get away from there, but her body simply wasn't answering to such commands. Instead, her hands wrapped around his neck and she parted her lips just seconds before he touched them with his own. The woman couldn't help but remember how good they tasted and how good they felt on her. Without hesitation, she kissed him back and felt his arm tighten around her slim body. Only several minutes later they pull away from each other, both panting and gasping for air. Goten touched her forehead with his and stared into her big beautiful blue eyes.

"Wow…" He held her face in his hands. "Your lips taste so familiar. It's almost like I've kissed you before. In fact, I feel like I've known you for a long time. Way longer than the cat incident not too long ago."

"I don't know what you're talking about." Bulla swallowed hard and looked away. There was a lump on her throat. "I should go."

"I'm sorry." Goten slid his hands to hers. "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

"You didn't." She assured him, looking into his dark eyes. "I just really have to go."

And yet her fingers intertwined with his. Once again, her brain was screaming for her not to do it, but her body decided to act on its own for the second time that day. It didn't take long for their lips to touch again.

"So, are you free tonight?"

"What?!" She raised her eyebrows to him.

"I believe I owe you a burger." He looked down at her and noticed she still looked confused. "You know, for being a model for some hours a few days ago."

"Right."

"So shall we go?"

"Okay. I'm in the mood for a burger right now."

"Great." Goten offered her his arm and she linked hers. Then they walked down the street.

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"Wow, this burger is really delicious!" Goten's eyes went wide as soon as he started chewing it. "I can say it's probably the best one I've ever eaten."

"I know! I feel the same way."

"Thank you for bringing me here. Honestly, my choice wouldn't be as good as yours."

"Why do you say that? I'm sure you'd take me to a good place too."

"I doubt it. I don't know many places here. I don't come to the city that often."

"You don't live here?"

"Nope. I actually live quite far from here."

"Where do you live?"

"On Mount Paozu."

"What?!" Bulla nearly screamed and quickly covered her mouth. "That's very far from here."

"I know. It really is." He looked at his watch. "Speaking of that, I need to go now. I don't want to get home late. Later than I already am, I mean."

"Alright." She stood up. "I'm sorry about that. I didn't mean to hold you in."

"You didn't." Goten assured her. "I'm just gonna pay the check."

"Oh no, you can leave that to me. I totally don't mind paying."

"But I do. I invited you, so I'm paying."

"Okay." She said, thinking it would be better not to insist."

"I'll be right back."

"Thanks for bringing me here and keeping your promise." Bulla looked at him after opening the door from the passenger seat and placing the bag with food she had bought to Marron.

"My pleasure." Goten assured with a smile. "We should do it more often."

"Y-Yeah." She was caught by surprise, but smiled. "We definitely should."

"Well, then I'll see you around." He gave her a sweet kiss on the cheek and began to walk away.

"Hey." She said and their eyes met when he looked over his shoulder. "Aren't you forgetting something?"

"Huh?" Goten was confused for a moment and then it hit him. "I don't have to give you my phone number. I know exactly where to find you, flower lady. See you around."

Bulla watched him leave slightly dumbfounded, but still couldn't help but smile. He had a really good point.

"A kiss on the cheek, huh?" Marron revealed herself behind her and the blue haired woman turned around. "That's certainly some progress."

"You don't know the slightest about it."

"Ohhh gossip!" The blonde got closer to her. "I want to know all about it. So you better start spilling it right now."

"There's nothing to spill, Marron." Bulla couldn't hide her smile. "Except the fact we kissed."

"No freaking way!" She lightly nudged the blue haired goddess in the forearm. "And you said there was nothing to spill!"

"Well…"

"Tell me, did he remember you?"

"He remembers the cat situation, so I guess he does."

"Did you ask for his phone number?"

"Yes, but he didn't give me."

"What?!" Marron was shocked. "Why not?"

"He said he knew where to find me now."

"Ohhh, I like that." The blonde cheered. "So what are you gonna do now?"

"Nothing." Bulla shrugged and looked at her. "I'm just gonna wait until we bump into each other again."

"That can be a tiring game."

"I know. But I want to see if it's actually meant to be."

"Didn't you have enough proof of that already?"

"Maybe." She confessed. "I just want to wait a little longer."

"That's okay. If you're comfortable with it."

"I am." She nodded.

"So tell me." Marron linked her arm with hers. "Is he a good kisser?"

"Okay, let's just go home." The blue haired woman laughed and then filled her in.