Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ And We Were Angels ❯ Wondrous Events ( Chapter 22 )

And We Were Angels

By: AMCM74

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Chapter 22 - Wondrous Events

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Bulma spun around before the full-length mirror and eyed the back of the short pink dress. It was lightweight and cool. Perfect for attending a summer wedding.

"What do you think Miss Briefs?" The sales woman placed a few of the other discarded ones on the rack behind Bulma.

"It's very nice, but I would like to keep looking." Reaching up she unzipped the dress and stepped out of it. "Put this one off to the side. I might take it."

"Very good Miss Briefs." The woman pushed aside her auburn curls from her eyes and did as she was instructed. "This is the next one."

Bulma turned to see the long flowing waves of pale blue and blinked. "Yes. This just might do." She stepped into the dress and realized it didn't have a back. She would have to wear her hair up, not that Bulma would mind. The material was light and airy so she was assured that she would not over heat. Looking at her reflection she caught her breath. It looked simply stunning and complimented her coloring. Bulma looked like some sort of sea nymph in this gown.

"You look positively stunning in that one, if I do say so myself." The saleswoman studied Bulma's reaction for a moment. "Would you like to see another?"

"No," Bulma squeaked. She blushed and put her hand to her throat before turning to face the woman. "No, this one is perfect. I will take it."

"We also have a wonderful new selection of silver and sapphire jewelry that would enhance the dress, if you are interested Miss Briefs. Would you like me to bring them so that you may see them with the gown?"

Bulma nodded and looked back at her reflection. A devious smile played upon her lips as the woman left the spacious fitting room reserved for elite costumers. She had promised herself to do everything in her power to prevent Vegeta from leaving her after Yamcha's wedding. It was looking as if she was off to a good start.

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With the perfect dress for the wedding so easily attained, Bulma decided to press her new found luck. Entering the lab she turned on the lights and headed straight for her current nemesis. The Marico project was sitting where she had left it the night she had orchestrated Hikari's downfall.

A deep sigh escaped her as she looked over the silver colored components. She tugged on some of the wires and readjusted them. Shaking her head she reached under the desk and pulled out the blueprint. Setting it on the desk she looked them over with an analytical eye. "Why won't you start?" she murmured in complete befuddlement.

Reaching over, she checked each part and connection as if she were building it over again. She traced her fingers over the device, certain that she had done everything right.

Looking up from the papers she frowned. "Ok you nasty little bitch. I know you are set up perfectly. You should start, but every time I flip the switch I get noth-" She flipped the switch and a low hum was heard. Bulma felt her jaw drop open as she listened closer. The gentle sound was getting louder as the main core began to glow in a pale blue light. Kneeling slowly to study the ever intensifying light, an angry electric streak shot out and struck her hand. Despite the pain, Bulma squealed with delight. She didn't care at all about the discomfort her hand was feeling. The device was working!

She quickly reached across the table and grabbed the extension cord. Bulma plugged it into the Marico device. She then rushed across the room to connect the cord into a row of light bulbs arranged in a long line. There were about 6 of these rows and they had been set up to see just how much power the prototype would generate.

Bulma flipped the first switch and watched the lights flash on with blinding results. She reached over and while whispering a silent prayer flipped the next switch. She expected half of the lights to dim or flicker but they remained strong. With each new switch she turned on the results were the same.

Bulma gaped at the device and leaned over to test the voltage meter. "Oh dear God," she whispered, "The micro prototype can run this entire building on it's own."

A feeling of wonder and delight rushed through her along with a bit of fear. The fear was stemming from the feeling that this was too good to be true, but it was true. Bulma Briefs had just singlehandedly succeeded in solving the world's energy crisis.

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"Poppa!" Bulma burst through the door of her home, "You are never going to believe what I did!"

"You have decided to fire Bellona?!" The old man's smile beamed with delight, as Bellona scowled and smacked him with an large stuffed pillow.

"Um, no?" Bulma came to a halt. Then she moved forward and kneeled by his side. She reached out, took his hand and held it in both of hers. "Remember the Marico project you gave up on three years ago?"

"Ahhh yes, brilliant device that one. The scientists that formulated the ideas were geniuses. They really deserved far more credit for the idea than they got, but you know the industry. If it doesn't turn out results right away it counts for very little." Dr. Briefs reflected on the past for a moment before looking down at his daughter's glowing face. "What do you have to tell me?"

"I got it to work," Bulma grinned. The look on her father's face was almost better than if he had gotten the damn thing to turn over himself.

"You're kidding me!" Dr Briefs leaned over to hug his child. "This is what I get for having a stunningly lovely and even more brilliant daughter! You are going to make my invention of the capsules seem like nothing." He sat back and shook his head with wonder. "I am so proud of you girl."

"Since we have celebrating to do, I will get you some champagne Miss Briefs." Bellona nodded, "Dr. Briefs, you can have some sparkling cider."

Bellona disappeared from sight and Dr. Briefs scowled "I really dislike her. I think she enjoys making me miserable. Bulma, be a dear and replace her for me?"

"Poppa, if I were the one who was sick and you had to leave me home alone, would you hire Bellona to watch after me?" Bulma stood up and crossed her arms.

"NO!"

"Poppa?"

"Ok fine I would!" Briefs sighed. "She would make you behave and do exactly what you needed to do so that you could recover, no matter what you said about it, but this is me we are talking about not you. I am hardly half as irksome as you are."

"You were just trying to get one my good side. I don't think calling me irksome is going to do you any good." Bulma moved to the chair nearby and sat down.

"So, other than becoming a world famous inventor, what else did you do today?"

"I went shopping," Bulma leaned her head back and looked at the ceiling.

"That's my girl for you. She runs up my credit card bills and right after that she saves the world." Dr. Briefs looked over at Bellona as she entered the room and handed him a glass.

"It's not like that. I need a dress to wear this weekend." Bulma replied as she removed the bottle of sparkling cider from the ice bucket. "There is nothing suitable in my closet to wear for Yamcha's wedding."

"Ahh women. I have a tux and it's the same one I have worn for the last seven events. I think it will do nicely." Dr. Briefs drummed his fingers on the arm of his chair. "So are you taking Vegeta as your date?"

"Of course I am," Bulma blushed a little. "How did you know I asked him?"

"Because I can tell when you have your sights set on something or someone. You have never let anything stand between you and getting what you want."

"Well, this time I have a large obstacle in my path Poppa. I don't know if I can get around it." Bulma poured some cider in her glass and passed it to Bellona.

"Surely that young man doesn't have another woman?" the nurse piped up as she poured a drink for a disgruntled Dr. Briefs, who glared at her through narrowed eyes.

"I should hope not! The man would have to be a fool." Dr Briefs took the glass in his hand and studied it for a moment.

"I hate to admit it but I agree with your father on this one." Bellona nodded as she sat down across from Bulma. "The boy would have to be mad."

"It's not another woman, it's more of a faith thing." Bulma admitted with a somber expression as she swirled the sparkling cider in her cup. "How does one compete with God?"

"He wants to be a priest?" Dr. Briefs paled. "I have to applaud the boy's convictions, but I have often wondered if they really know what they are giving up. I mean really know."

Bellona huffed and shook her head. "You are a sick and perverted old man."

Dr. Briefs shot a wicked smile back at the woman. "Before you say that you should meet an old friend of mine that goes by the name of Roshi."

"That's a bit off the topic Poppa." Bulma set her glass down without taking so much as a sip. "No, Vegeta is not going to become a priest. In some ways that would be easier to get around." She came to her feet and sighed. "I am going up to my room. Call me if you need anything."

Bellona and Dr Briefs exchanged worried looks as Bulma left the room.