Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Dragon Park ❯ A shopping trip to the capsule store and a run in (literaly) ( Chapter 4 )

Android B: Hello, everyone! How did you all like chapter 3?

Android Veggie: Must you always ask that? This fic sucks and you know it!

Android B: No it doesn't and you know it. Now, shut up before I get the singer and the frying pan patrol after you!

Android Veggie: O.o

Bulma Briefs^Yue Lover: *enters the room and squeals*

Android B: What's up, girl? You've been gone for a while.

Bulma Briefs^Yue Lover: Oh, you know how it is. It's August 31st at 11:33 pm eastern time so that means school started the 26 and my thirteenth b-day is coming up in nine days! My party is only six days away though. I already know two things that I'm getting!

Android B: *looks excited* Do tell!

Bulma Briefs^Yue Lover: Well, from my mom and dad I'm getting a hamster.....

Android B: And?

Bulma Briefs^Yue Lover: And from my boyfriend, Andy, I'm getting........*dramatic pause* A RING!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Android B: *pouts* Lucky. Veggie-chan always forgets my b-day.

Bulma Briefs^Yue Lover: Once I describe the ring the same way my friend Sam did (she has seen it already because she lives next door to my boyfriend, who is her boyfriend's brother), you will be crying. It's a real ring, not one of the ones you get out of a vending machine, it's silver with a heart and it says "Love" on it.

Android B: *sobs* You're so lucky!

Bulma Briefs^Yue Lover: *pats Android B on the back*

Android Veggie: While those two are being all mushy and crap *looks disgusted*, I'll start the next chapter.

Chapter 4

Sweat dripped off of Vegeta's nose as he continued to punch the punching bag. He gave it a few more hits and bent over while regaining control of his breath. He sat on a nearby bench and wiped his face with his towel. Uub came through the doors of the huge training room and exchanged nodds with the flame-haired lead singer.

"Okay Vegeta, we're ready when you are," the man in charge of Dragon Park's music video said. Vegeta nodded and was dragged back into the dressing room where he showered and put on the armor he'd be wearing in the next video. Instead of the broad shoulder guards he was used to seeing, this armor had straps made of the same material as the rest of the armor. Vegeta flexed his muscles a bit and smirked in satisfaction.

"Great. Okay, we have a small problem with the next video you're doing. It requires a girl in it because of the lyrics and the title of the song. We have no idea who to use," the unnamed guy said, his tone clearly nervous. He was afraid of Vegeta's response. However, his worry was rather useless, since all Vegeta did was nodd and walk in the direction of his dressing room. The guy sighed with relief.

"Too close for comfort," he mumbled, getting prepared to air a commercial to advertise for auditions. He just hoped that whoever was chosen was good enough for Vegeta.

Vegeta walked through one of the many hallways in his large mansion he inherited from his dead-and-once-was-rich parents. He entered his part of the house and threw himself on his livingroom couch. Flipping through the many channels he came across an interesting news report.

"It's unsuccessful try number fifteen for the media as they continue to insist on visiting the sixteen-year-old heiress to Capsule Corporations, Bulma Briefs. Sources say that her parents, famous inventor Bird Briefs and his wife Bunni Briefs, refuse for their daughter to be quote "swarmped by the media at such a young age". Reporters continue to attempt to access ways into the house and catch glimpses of her rare beauty and want to see if she really does have a brain that would put Einstein to shame. Back to you, Blakeson." Vegeta shut the t.v. off after having his fill. Boy did those two have a mess on their hands! The media could often be ruthless beasts if not given their way! Of course he knew this! He was the son of the richest dead couple that was once alive!

"Those bloody idiots make me sick," Vegeta mumbled. He got online and checked his mail. Other than a few fan letters that somehow got into his inbox there wasn't much of anything. There was one e-mail that stuck out, however, that was from BlueBeauty. It said:

Dear Mystery Man,

Hey, what's up? Not much here, just chillin' and listening to "Dragon Park". They are the best! And their lead singer is oh, sooooo hot! Okay, I'm starting to sound all giggly and I hate that. G2G, TTYL. C-YA!

Sincerely,

BlueBeauty ;-)

He rose an eyebrow. So she thought he was hot, eh? Not too bad.

"Of course she does. I'm irresistable," he sniffed with an air of arrogance. He looked at his watch and smirked. It was time for his weekly visit to Capsule Corporations. He put on a pair of sunglasses, a black leather trenchcoat, black gloves that were fingerless and started at the wrist, and a black ballcap that said "Dragon Park Fanclub" on it on his head backward. He then went outside and got on his black motorcycle. He headed in the direction of Capsule Corporations and was careful to not be recognized by anyone. Eventually he reached the parking lot and walked into the store. On his way in he literaly ran into something soft and.....blue?

"Oh, I am soooo sorry! I wasn't watching where I was going! Please forgive me, mister!" the blue bump beneath him mumbled. Vegeta smirked. This should be fun!

"Well I do believe that the proper way to ask forgiveness is to bow down before my holiness and kiss my boots while chanting "I'm not worthy" over and over before then begging for mercy," he replied smugly. The blue bump pushed him off of her and glared.

"I go out of my way to ask for forgiveness from a sleezeball like you and what do I get in return? SNIDE REMARKS!" the blue lump now identified as the lovely Bulma Briefs screamed the last part. Vegeta held his sensitive ears.

"Woman, stop that intolerable harping! You might have broken a few windows with that annoying voice of yours!" he growled. Bulma's eyebrow twitched.

"That is not how you treat the beautiful and smart Bulma Briefs!" she yelled, getting a few odd looks from innocent bystanders. Bulma saw this and glared.

"WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT?! YOU'RE BYSTANDERS, NOT GAPERS! NOW GET BACK TO WHATEVER YOU WERE DOING AND DON'T LOOK THIS WAY EVER AGAIN!" Bulma yelled. The bystanders gulped and ran to the nearest shelter. Vegeta just growled.

"I don't care who you are! I'm here for capsules and clothing items and that is what I expect to recieve, not a lecture on how to treat the dumb and ugly Bulma Briefs," he snarled and pushed past the shocked Bulma. She sunk to the ground and a tear fell down her cheek, falling onto her white lab coat that had the Capsule Corp. symbol on the shoulders and the right breastpocket under her nametag that said in black letters on a white backround "Bulma Briefs". Under that she wore a navy blue spaghatti strap top with "Capsule Corporations" written in big white letters and the symbol on the front, blue hip huggers, and baby blue-colored jogging shoes with three white stripes on either side of both shoes. Her long blue hair was up in a ponytail.

"Why do I repell guys instead of attracting them like normal girls my age?" she asked herself inbetween sobs. She got up shakily and walked into the store, holding her head high as if nothing happened.

Vegeta looked around the store for the right things he needed. A new box of dinocaps, a few empty capsules for equipment, and some clothing. He came across a purple jacket with the Capsule Corp. symbol and words on the shoulders. It came with a black skin-tight tanktop, loose fitting pants, and a pair of yellow boots. Vegeta snorted.

"What kind of idiot would be dumb enough to wear that?" he wondered aloud. Then he saw a purple haired blue eyed man with that paticular outfit on glance over at him uneasily and then run into the crowd, away from sight. Vegeta just snickered.

"Obviously he would," he mumbled before seeing a pink shirt that said "Bad Man" on the back in black letters. His eyes widened in utter confusion.

"W-what kind of clothing is this?!" he exclaimed. A fat lady with curly brown hair looked up.

"It's the style lately,"she said with a light shrug.

"Men in pink....how bizzare!" he whispered to himself. He shrugged and put the shirt down. After picking through this and that he found a few things and paid for them. Then, as he was headed out the door he saw Bulma sitting on a bench outside the store. She was slumped over and close observation showed her to be sound asleep. Vegeta smirked slightly and sat down beside her. He gathered her in his arms and whispered words that he had heard his mother whisper to him when he was injured or had had a bad dream.

"Lirto a muy tarte. Muy falto embracio agape," (1) he whispered, kissing her forehead gently. He got up and hopped on his motorcycle, taking off. His destination? Who knew?

Android B: Aighty, it's the end of the chapter! Oh, and the (1) next to the quote in Japanese that is written above means that that phrase was taken from Camaro's "Dark Angel" in chapter 28, paragraph 38? Or was it 39?

Android Veggie: Who cares?! Just as long as you noted the fic it's from and the author.

Bulma Briefs^Yue Lover: You forgot the translation!

Android B: Aren't we gonna make it a suprise? I mean after all, it's a good idea to keep the readers in suspense so that they read the next few chapters!

Bulma Briefs^Yue Lover:......not a bad idea! R+R, please! It has taken me about an hour of typing and some research for the Japanese quote and trying to find the WAV clip for the part where Bulma and Vegeta talk about the pink shirt (the website it is on was taken down......why, oh, why did you do it, Strawberries? That was one of my favorite sites!)