Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ A Rose for a Rose, A Thorn for a Thorn ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )
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Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Mystery / Romance / Suspense | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 01.12.2003 | Updated On: 01.16.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 249 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Mystery / Romance / Suspense | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 01.12.2003 | Updated On: 01.16.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 249 | Status: Completed
A Rose for a Rose,
A Thorn for a Thorn
Dreams come, dreams pass away. Fate is what leads your way.
Chapter One
The alarm clock buzzed with a aching startle. Bulma rolled over in the soft sheets, grunting at the new come morning. Today she had a meeting with formal clients, her presentation was highly important and she couldn't let her fathers company down. Besides, this was Capsule Corp. the most highly recognized company in the world. Reaching her hand out to push the anticipated button that would quiet the noise that was banging in her already drumming head. She had to remember to not have so many martinis in one night.
She slid her feet across the bed, touching the soft white carpet and squeezing it between her toes. Yes, she had to get up and started, gotta be ready by nine o'clock. Opening her deep cerulean eyes, she noticed it was already five thirty.
"Damn" she muttered aloud and raised up feeling the heavy rush floating to her head, almost causing her to fall back down in those soft sheets. Standing up she started to her gigantic bathroom which was accented in a light rose colour. Turning the facet on, she slipped out from her cotton nightgown to indulge in a hot, steaming bath. Maybe then this ache will subside from her body and she may replace her solemn with her fake cheerfulness and vigor.
Walking out into the hallway patting her hair dry with a towel, she almost ran right into Gladious's cleaning cart.
" Oh my God, Gladious I am so sorry." Bulma said with surprise in her voice. "Humph, don't lie to me Miss Bulma, I know how late you were out last night, with that distasteful Yamcha! I would hate for you to displease your father today, this mornings meeting has his hopes up to have you as his spokesperson. You should be more mature than to be out lovey dubey with a rambunctious hormone head like Yamcha!"
"Ummm, yes Gladious, but I have got to get things rolling, I will see you later at breakfast." Bulma replied with that monotone 'I am sooo tired of your lectures' voice. With an ignorant huff, Gladious strolled on down the hall to tidy up more bedrooms. " I will be so glad when she retires in two months" She said making her way to the stairwell.
"Morning Sweetie!" Her father said laying his Wall Street Journal onto his lap.
"Morning daddy, where's mom?" Bulma asked scanning the breakfast room.
" Oh, she is accompanying Dr. Roberts with one of the horses, Pegasus was a victim to one of Vegeta's rampages early this morning."
"That son of a bitch, how bad did he hurt her?" Bulma bit her lip at contained anger. Somehow the stalky Saiyan rose her anger points a little to far up.
" Oh he just grazed her on the rump a bit, I believe she will be just fine. I think Vegeta just wanted to see how fast he could get her to run. He was laughing like hell when he done it. I just don't understand that man sometimes."
"Who does?" She said sarcastically, going over to the coffee pot. Maybe some caffeine will ease her rising headache.
Sitting down at the table she raised her cup to her mouth when a loud slam burst through the air like crackling thunder. Startled, Bulma jumped at the sudden noise spilling piping hot coffee all over her new white terry robe, searing her flesh underneath it. A piercing scream erupted from her throat as jumped out of her chair to face this revolting intruder. Blue eyes met ebony orbs, staring down at her as if she was the one to reek havoc. A flush of red rose in her face as her body trembled with outrage.
" You sorry low-down son of a bitch! You asshole! Look what you done! Can't you leave anybody at rest around here? Huh? Every time I try to enjoy peace you come around screwing up everything! EVERYTHING! "
The flame- haired man crossed his arms and laughed at her sudden rage.
"I would apologize, but I don't find you worthy of my grace." His sarcastic voice boomed over her, making her head spin with newly found anger.
Her mind seemed to almost reach blackout, a very dangerous position for the hot-headed Bulma Briefs. She raised her fist at the Saiyan, but flopped it down at her side.
"You know what, you are just not worth it!" Smirking at his victory, Vegeta strolled pass her fuming self, onto the stairway probably to freshen up after his morning training.
Growling at frustration, anger, and possibly at the pain across her chest from the coffee, Bulma stomped up the stairs herself, leaving Mr. Briefs in awe-stricken shock.
The smell of fresh tulips enlightened the anticipation in the counsel room at Capsule Corp. Important clients murmured softly as they waited for the presentation to begin, making Bulma frigid her hands at her lap. Her father glanced at her smugly, proudly at his daughter while discussing matters to the head of Armin Inc.'s vice-president. Lowering her eyes to her hands, she ran over her speech in her head, hoping this would bring success. If they could persuade Armin Inc. to merge with their company, this would bring trillions more money into their hands and possibly topping the Wall Street charts.
Mr. Briefs rose from his chair, "Ladies and gentlemen, I graciously thank you for accompanying us this morning. We, at Capsule Corp are highly appreciative and excited to have you all here. If you have any questions or concerns, please ask. I now turn this speech over to my beloved daughter, Ms. Bulma Briefs." Clapping and gracious smiles turned towards Bulma making her smile nervously. She nodded at her father as she made her way to the podium.
"Thank you, thank you. I know how very anticipated this day has brought to all of us. I know it has excited me very much," Small laughing rose from the crowd at her remark. Bulma smiled back. " First I would like to congratulate my father, for making this company as great and reliant as it is. My father has worked all his life in the making of Capsule Corp., for forty-five years he has grated millions of people and families with the technology that saves the dying, repairs the handicapped, and making everyone's life just that much easier. He has contributed to helpful organizations throughout the whole world, he has helped orphans find homes, the poor find wealth, and so many things that only one of a good and sincere heart could offer. I believe this man has been and will be, the greatest friend anyone could ever hope for and find. Let's all give him a hand shall we?"
Clapping rose through the room as everyone stood up in honor of her father who's eyes had glistened with gratitude.
" Also ," she began after the clapping subsided, " I would like to welcome with open arms Armin Incorporated, who has also contributed magnitudes to the scientific world. We have brought you all here tonight to merge us together into the most constructive company ever introduced in this millennium. To do the impossible and make it possible."
Vegeta raised his eyebrow at the lighted window outside the counsel room. Bunch of shit, he thought tiring at the illiterate speech of the woman who had brought him in to her home. Grunting he stretched his sore legs to where they dangled off the tree limb he had been resting upon. Humans, he thought, were the most gullible creatures he had met. trying to make peace, trying to better tomorrow, bunch of shit. One day they would perish from their own stupendous acts of giving. "Idiots." he said to himself as he flew down to the Gravity Room to train some more.
Bulma threw herself onto her bed in joy. The meeting was a success! Now Armin Inc. was part of Capsule Corp. Now both names would be on their heading and their money would be in their pockets! She smiled at her huge victory, over clad in joy. Turning over in her fresh made bed, her phone at the bedside table began to ring.
"Hello," she answered into the receiver.
" Hey babe!" Yamcha's voice echoed from the other end.
" Oh hey baby, whatcha up to?"
" Oh just got back from Atlanta, tough game, how'd your meeting go?"
"It was excellent, Yamcha, a total success! I persuaded them! I can't believe I did it!"
"Great babe, great!" He answered in enthusiasm.
"So, hows about our date tonight, you promised to take me to that new movie place on farewell street tonight."
"Oh babe, sorry I can't make it tonight, Krillen's needing my help fixin' his car and I don't know how long that'll take, sorry."
Bulma swallowed a lump in her throat of disappointment. "Oh that's okay, maybe another time, huh?"
"Yea sure babe, listen I gotta run, I'll call when I get through."
"Okay, talk to ya then."
Bulma hung the phone up and sighed. He always put things off. Shrugging her shoulders, she got up to grab some lunch and calling Chi Chi about the good news.
A Thorn for a Thorn
Dreams come, dreams pass away. Fate is what leads your way.
Chapter One
The alarm clock buzzed with a aching startle. Bulma rolled over in the soft sheets, grunting at the new come morning. Today she had a meeting with formal clients, her presentation was highly important and she couldn't let her fathers company down. Besides, this was Capsule Corp. the most highly recognized company in the world. Reaching her hand out to push the anticipated button that would quiet the noise that was banging in her already drumming head. She had to remember to not have so many martinis in one night.
She slid her feet across the bed, touching the soft white carpet and squeezing it between her toes. Yes, she had to get up and started, gotta be ready by nine o'clock. Opening her deep cerulean eyes, she noticed it was already five thirty.
"Damn" she muttered aloud and raised up feeling the heavy rush floating to her head, almost causing her to fall back down in those soft sheets. Standing up she started to her gigantic bathroom which was accented in a light rose colour. Turning the facet on, she slipped out from her cotton nightgown to indulge in a hot, steaming bath. Maybe then this ache will subside from her body and she may replace her solemn with her fake cheerfulness and vigor.
Walking out into the hallway patting her hair dry with a towel, she almost ran right into Gladious's cleaning cart.
" Oh my God, Gladious I am so sorry." Bulma said with surprise in her voice. "Humph, don't lie to me Miss Bulma, I know how late you were out last night, with that distasteful Yamcha! I would hate for you to displease your father today, this mornings meeting has his hopes up to have you as his spokesperson. You should be more mature than to be out lovey dubey with a rambunctious hormone head like Yamcha!"
"Ummm, yes Gladious, but I have got to get things rolling, I will see you later at breakfast." Bulma replied with that monotone 'I am sooo tired of your lectures' voice. With an ignorant huff, Gladious strolled on down the hall to tidy up more bedrooms. " I will be so glad when she retires in two months" She said making her way to the stairwell.
"Morning Sweetie!" Her father said laying his Wall Street Journal onto his lap.
"Morning daddy, where's mom?" Bulma asked scanning the breakfast room.
" Oh, she is accompanying Dr. Roberts with one of the horses, Pegasus was a victim to one of Vegeta's rampages early this morning."
"That son of a bitch, how bad did he hurt her?" Bulma bit her lip at contained anger. Somehow the stalky Saiyan rose her anger points a little to far up.
" Oh he just grazed her on the rump a bit, I believe she will be just fine. I think Vegeta just wanted to see how fast he could get her to run. He was laughing like hell when he done it. I just don't understand that man sometimes."
"Who does?" She said sarcastically, going over to the coffee pot. Maybe some caffeine will ease her rising headache.
Sitting down at the table she raised her cup to her mouth when a loud slam burst through the air like crackling thunder. Startled, Bulma jumped at the sudden noise spilling piping hot coffee all over her new white terry robe, searing her flesh underneath it. A piercing scream erupted from her throat as jumped out of her chair to face this revolting intruder. Blue eyes met ebony orbs, staring down at her as if she was the one to reek havoc. A flush of red rose in her face as her body trembled with outrage.
" You sorry low-down son of a bitch! You asshole! Look what you done! Can't you leave anybody at rest around here? Huh? Every time I try to enjoy peace you come around screwing up everything! EVERYTHING! "
The flame- haired man crossed his arms and laughed at her sudden rage.
"I would apologize, but I don't find you worthy of my grace." His sarcastic voice boomed over her, making her head spin with newly found anger.
Her mind seemed to almost reach blackout, a very dangerous position for the hot-headed Bulma Briefs. She raised her fist at the Saiyan, but flopped it down at her side.
"You know what, you are just not worth it!" Smirking at his victory, Vegeta strolled pass her fuming self, onto the stairway probably to freshen up after his morning training.
Growling at frustration, anger, and possibly at the pain across her chest from the coffee, Bulma stomped up the stairs herself, leaving Mr. Briefs in awe-stricken shock.
The smell of fresh tulips enlightened the anticipation in the counsel room at Capsule Corp. Important clients murmured softly as they waited for the presentation to begin, making Bulma frigid her hands at her lap. Her father glanced at her smugly, proudly at his daughter while discussing matters to the head of Armin Inc.'s vice-president. Lowering her eyes to her hands, she ran over her speech in her head, hoping this would bring success. If they could persuade Armin Inc. to merge with their company, this would bring trillions more money into their hands and possibly topping the Wall Street charts.
Mr. Briefs rose from his chair, "Ladies and gentlemen, I graciously thank you for accompanying us this morning. We, at Capsule Corp are highly appreciative and excited to have you all here. If you have any questions or concerns, please ask. I now turn this speech over to my beloved daughter, Ms. Bulma Briefs." Clapping and gracious smiles turned towards Bulma making her smile nervously. She nodded at her father as she made her way to the podium.
"Thank you, thank you. I know how very anticipated this day has brought to all of us. I know it has excited me very much," Small laughing rose from the crowd at her remark. Bulma smiled back. " First I would like to congratulate my father, for making this company as great and reliant as it is. My father has worked all his life in the making of Capsule Corp., for forty-five years he has grated millions of people and families with the technology that saves the dying, repairs the handicapped, and making everyone's life just that much easier. He has contributed to helpful organizations throughout the whole world, he has helped orphans find homes, the poor find wealth, and so many things that only one of a good and sincere heart could offer. I believe this man has been and will be, the greatest friend anyone could ever hope for and find. Let's all give him a hand shall we?"
Clapping rose through the room as everyone stood up in honor of her father who's eyes had glistened with gratitude.
" Also ," she began after the clapping subsided, " I would like to welcome with open arms Armin Incorporated, who has also contributed magnitudes to the scientific world. We have brought you all here tonight to merge us together into the most constructive company ever introduced in this millennium. To do the impossible and make it possible."
Vegeta raised his eyebrow at the lighted window outside the counsel room. Bunch of shit, he thought tiring at the illiterate speech of the woman who had brought him in to her home. Grunting he stretched his sore legs to where they dangled off the tree limb he had been resting upon. Humans, he thought, were the most gullible creatures he had met. trying to make peace, trying to better tomorrow, bunch of shit. One day they would perish from their own stupendous acts of giving. "Idiots." he said to himself as he flew down to the Gravity Room to train some more.
Bulma threw herself onto her bed in joy. The meeting was a success! Now Armin Inc. was part of Capsule Corp. Now both names would be on their heading and their money would be in their pockets! She smiled at her huge victory, over clad in joy. Turning over in her fresh made bed, her phone at the bedside table began to ring.
"Hello," she answered into the receiver.
" Hey babe!" Yamcha's voice echoed from the other end.
" Oh hey baby, whatcha up to?"
" Oh just got back from Atlanta, tough game, how'd your meeting go?"
"It was excellent, Yamcha, a total success! I persuaded them! I can't believe I did it!"
"Great babe, great!" He answered in enthusiasm.
"So, hows about our date tonight, you promised to take me to that new movie place on farewell street tonight."
"Oh babe, sorry I can't make it tonight, Krillen's needing my help fixin' his car and I don't know how long that'll take, sorry."
Bulma swallowed a lump in her throat of disappointment. "Oh that's okay, maybe another time, huh?"
"Yea sure babe, listen I gotta run, I'll call when I get through."
"Okay, talk to ya then."
Bulma hung the phone up and sighed. He always put things off. Shrugging her shoulders, she got up to grab some lunch and calling Chi Chi about the good news.