Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Business Matters ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )

Hey! I'm back. Not like anyone cares but still. Heh and you didn't even have to wait a whole month for an update. Oh wait you did. But I'm getting better, I promise! Everyone cheer for me!................. Damn those crickets. Oh well. Um back to the story huh...... but first the disclaimer!

 

 

Disclaimer: Never did. Never will. Nuff said.

 

 

Recap: Mr.Ouji witnesses a very hilarious fall out between his competition's president/CEO and deranged spouse. (Wait I meant estranged.) Soon realizing that Dr.Briefs wasn't an old man but a blued haired woman. (Um I hope that last sentence didn't mix you up.)

 

Now that that's done let's get this show on the road folks.

 

 

 

Chapter 2: Top Secret

 

 

“I suppose so. We're already behind schedule.” I answered my business face set for the meeting to come.

 

“Ok sir.” She said quickly pressing the intercom button again. “Dr. Briefs your 8 o'clock appointment is here.”

 

I heard a few inaudible grumbles that sounded very much like unladylike swears before she responded, “That's fine. Send him in.”

 

Without waiting for the secretary to buzz me in I swiftly walked over to the place where I remembered the invisible door to be which promptly swung open without me even touching it. A bit disorientated I stalked into the darkened office, my eyes immediately adjusting to my surroundings. I could easily see the setup of the expanse room. Large bookshelves lining the walls to my left filled to the hilt with books. In front of me I made out windows that reached from the ceiling to the floor, currently blocking the sunlight with heavy grey drapes, which took up the whole wall. Lastly to the right of me I made out a huge cherry oak desk where its occupant sat currently with her back turned scrolling through documents on her computer which sat on another huge desk cluttered with paperwork, mechanical devices, and lab sheets.

 

“You can take a seat there Mr.Ouji.” She pointed behind her to two brown leather seats without turning around.

 

I usually didn't take orders from anyone but right now I made an exception since this was an extremely important business meeting for me. So seating myself in one of the very comfortable chairs I waited sweeping my eyes around the office again noting two doors I had missed, one on either side of her desk which with my curiosity spiked I wanted to investigate. My thoughts were disrupted when she abruptly turned off her computer monitor and swung back around to meet my eyes.

 

“Mr.Ouji I have not had the pleasure of meeting you as my father has.” She began reaching her hand out. I took it feeling a slight shiver go up my spine when we touched. Grasping it tightly for a moment she grinned toothily before letting go. I wondered if she had felt the same thing I had. “Now it has come to my attention that you were away on business when the change of power occurred leaving you out of the loop.

 

“To put it bluntly, my father has gotten along in years and decided that is was definitely time to take a much needed long vacation with his wife my mother, so essentially he handed the business over to me his one and only genius daughter Bulma.” She stated proudly puffing her chest out briefly before putting her poker face back on.

 

“This all happened of course while you were away those 3 months.” She continued fingering some papers in her hands while she spoke. “I talked with my father and looked over the paperwork you two had been working on before.” She shuffled the papers in her hand around until she came to the one she was looking for. “Ahah! Let's see now. Lights please setting 2.” She called the lights dimly turning on above her desk giving them both enough light to go over the paperwork.

 

“So he tells me you extremely interested in the new shock absorbent fabric we've created to use for one of your top secret government projects.” She didn't bother to lift her eyes from the sheets.

 

“Yes. We plan to test the fabrics a bit more using higher doses of radiation and electricity. Then we will be ready to commence with our work.” I stated purposely making her curious with my vague answer.

 

“Really....” Her eye brows, they were blue like her hair I noticed, rose considerably. I could imagine the many thoughts and ideas spinning through her head at a million miles per hour. “I suppose you won't give me even a tid bit of this oh so secret project that only a handful of powerful men know.”

 

“That I can not nor would I do. I plan to keep it very secret until development is complete so that certain inquisitive minds won't feel compelled to steal our work.” I answered smoothly hoping that would satiate her curiosity. Of course I wasn't expecting what happened next.

 

“And what do you mean by certain inquisitive minds? If I didn't know any better Mr.Ouji I would think you are unjustly accusing my company of wrong doing we have yet to nor would we ever complete!” She was now standing hands on her hips with her cerulean eyes now flashing a deep teal. Damn she's pretty hot.

 

“No I think you've misunderstood me.” I said slowly quite hating to have to explain myself. “When I say `certain inquisitive minds' I am merely talking about my competitors who have been known for their dirty dealings. Like Cold Inc. for instance.”

 

She glared at me before plopping in her chair with an audible huff.

 

“I apologize Mr.Ouji. I shouldn't have jumped to such conclusions.” She said after a few moments. I was still trying to figure out why I had actually explained myself to her. “I know you just saw my little confrontation with my pathetic ex, so I'm sure you understand why I'm a bit on edge. No real harm done?” She asked quite guiltily. I could tell it was really hard for her to lower herself enough to say that she was indeed wrong. Sort of reminds me of someone, but I can't put my finger on it.

 

“It's quite alright. But if we can just concentrate on our designs and leave this squabble behind us, since I'm sure that you're as equally as busy as I am.” I really needed to get to the office to take my frustrations out on a few of my unsuspecting employees. Just the thought made me grin.

 

“Of course as I was saying.....”

 

*Like 3 hours later*

 

“Well thank you Vegeta and I really hope the project will succeed.” I said rearranging the paperwork into a neat stack on my desk.

 

“It was a pleasure.” He smirked grabbing his black suitcase I hadn't noticed before. He really was a specimen to study. One of a kind definitely. Like Yamcha but not. Better than Yamcha. But what am I saying I've just met this man (more like drop dead gorgeous sex god) and I'm already comparing him to my ex. Pitiful.

 

“Well I do hope this isn't the last we see of each other.” I smiled standing and extending my hand. He took it and we shook our hands lingering with each other for a moment too long for it to be just a casual handshake. I blushed.

 

“Like wise.” He nodded letting go of my hand and in a flash was out my door. If I had blinked he would have seemed to disappear in thin air. I blinked once than twice to make sure he wasn't actually still there. He wasn't.

 

“Hmmmm.” I sighed after the door had slid shut and I was left alone to my thoughts. “That was definitely something.” I was referring to the man not the meeting.

 

He was just wow.... Gorgeous, hot, egotistical, tough, and with the temperament of a mad bull. He sounded like someone I knew. Hmmm. Oh well.... But what an ass! He's just so damn hot... And I'm just so damn horny. Dammit Yamcha. Being faithful to you has left me without sex for 4 months. Fucking men. They make my life so difficult. None of them are worth it. Cept Daddy and Goku and Vegeta. Yeah.

 

“Dr.Briefs? Are you there?” My dear secretary snatched me from my dreamland in which Goku and Vegeta where giving me a full body massage with no shirts on. Oh cruel fate.

 

“Yes!?!” I screeched into the intercom. Damn I can be a real bitch sometimes.

 

“Ummm well.” I can just imagine her outside my door chewing her bottom lip in apprehension, something she started doing whenever I made her nervous.

 

“Well spit is out.”

 

“Well you see Yamcha is right outside your door. He refuses to leave unless he talks to you and the security guards are no where to be found.” Oh well that's not that bad. Wait. Did she just say what I think she said?

 

“Awww hell no!”

 

 

Heh! I'm done even with all the crap I had to put up with my computer shutting down while I typed and stuff. It's ridiculous. But really. What do you think? Hmmm. I'm trying to figure out where I'm going with this. I had this whole plan you see but that was like last month and since I've been real busy with school. Senior year is great by the way. I've totally forgotten my plot line. So hopefully by some stroke of luck or even genius I'll remember. Yeah well until next time and I need some reviews or else I can't go on. Come on people. A writer's reviews are like a crippled man's cane. You can't go anywhere without them. So review. Thank you. In advance.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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