Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Finding Peace ❯ Territory Negligence ( Chapter 22 )

~~`` Chapter. 21 Territory Negligence

Never met a wise man, if so it's a woman.

Nirvana- Territorial Pissing

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Bulma thanked everyone for the presents trying to hold the small gifts in her arms as she carried them to the car being pushed out by Vegeta who was demanding her to leave at this moment. The sun was just going below the mountain that surrounded Goku's house, Bulma took only a second to watch as she once again was shoved by her pushy husband. "Would you stop!" Bulma growled only to receive a smug expression from the impatient Sayian.

Bulma dropped all the gifts in the trunk of the flying vehicle, slamming it shut and going back for one more hug from her daughter, "Be a good girl for your aunt and uncle OK?"

"Yes, mommy. I want to go say bye to Daddy." Bra wiggled from her mother's grasp and ran over to her father, flying herself up into his arms.

Bulma turned to Goku and hugged him then Chi-Chi, "Thank you guys again for keeping them tonight. I'm kind of nervous of what Vegeta has in surprise for me."

"I'm sure it's nothing you can't handle, Bulma." Yamcha grinned from the side as he hugged her trying to ignore the eyes of the woman's husband who always sent him glares whenever he was near Bulma.

Bulma turned to Chi-Chi, "The nurse to take care of Trunks will be here with in the hour. Who ever it is won't need a room to sleep, they will just need something to eat every now and then."

"Why does he need one Bulma? Whatever happens I'm sure I can take care of it."

"I would agree Chi but." Bulma leaned in to her good friend's ear to whisper, "He needs help going to the bathroom. I don't think you're capable of that."

Chi-Chi visibly blushed as she pulled back, "Oh." She smacked Goku who was laughing hysterically at the moment.

"Anyway. I will be here as early as I can in the morning to get him."

"Woman!" Vegeta growled again setting down his child who ran off to be picked up by Goten.

"All right, Vegeta! Hold on!" Bulma spat back, glaring at him. His only response was to slam the car door after he got it. "Sayians! I swear!" Bulma yelled stomping to her car, turning back with a smile and waving good bye to all of her friends.

"Man I had a great time!" Bulma announced while they drove back to their house. The sun was now half way below the horizon, multi-colors extended in the air and splashed against the clouds that speck the sky. "I can't believe we were there for eight hours! I am so tired." She sighed,

Vegeta on the other hand was not as ecstatic as the female. Arms crossed over his stubborn chest, he glared at the sky before him. He glanced down at the clock and made a mental growl. They were going to be late! The woman better not take as much time getting ready as she usually does! He should have just flown her home instead of getting in this too slow contraption but touching the woman in front of everybody wouldn't have gone over so well with him. So now he would have to suffer with his pride.

Vegeta slammed the door to the car, Bulma jumped in surprise slightly as she shut off the engine. What the hell was wrong with him? But then again, whenever he has something planned, which isn't a lot, he always over reacts about the time. And they always, usually, make it to wherever they are going on time. He did it every time they had an appointment with the doctors. It was like if he was late then all hell would break loose.

Bulma calmly open her car door, taking her leisurely time, just in spite of the impatient Sayian. She screeched when Vegeta suddenly grabbed her and flung her over his shoulder, jumped up into the air and flew to their balcony, the whole time Bulma slamming her fists into his back knowing that it was causing her pain instead of him. Bulma smiled evilly, knowing exactly where they were headed and pinched his tight behind, "Why don't you just cut to the chase, Vegeta?" Bulma smiled receiving a growl in response.

She frowned though when they past the bed, wondering what the hell the Sayian was doing only to be flipped right side up and land on her feet in the bathroom. Vegeta ignored her and turned on the shower, "Hurry up. You have one hour to get ready." Vegeta spat, stomping out of the bathroom.

Bulma hurried after him, "Don't you want to join me?" She called, only to receive the shock of a lifetime.

"No!" He snapped, slamming the door to the bedroom.

Bulma scoffed, smashing her fists on her hips, turning to the bathroom with an annoying sigh. "I will never understand that man."

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When Bulma exited the shower, she found a large box laying on the bed. After tightening her robe, she suspiciously opened the top, gasping at the item she found in it. Bulma lifted the blood red gown from the box, watching the silk material fall to its full length. She smiled broadly. She could just imagine how Vegeta managed to get his hands on this. Shopping was not his best skill and he didn't have very much patients for humans.

Bulma laid the dress out full length on the bed, scanning the box for anymore surprising gifts, smiling toothily as two velvet square boxes laid inside. Bulma set herself on the bed, grabbing the smaller one and opening it before her eyes to reveal ruby earrings. That little devil had kept his shopping a secret. She could only imagine how much these cost but really could careless since they had all the money in the world. She set them down upon the dress before grabbing the second box, only to be greeted by a matching diamond necklace. Bulma shook her head in joy. He had certainly gone out of his way this year.

Bulma glanced at the clock realizing that she had been in the shower for a half an hour. That wasn't good. But with her sharp mind, she should be ready just on time like always. Bulma ran into the bathroom, quickly brushing her teeth, combing out her hair before digging through the bottom cabinet for the helmet she had created a few years back that really made some money. She grabbed it and placed it upon her wet head pressing a few buttons on the remote control and counted to sixty, wincing every now and then as the machine pulled to hard. Once that minute was up, Bulma carefully lifted the helmet and smiled smugly. Her hair was pinned up in the perfect curls on top of her head. She picked at a piece of hair and let it slide from its hold to be draped across her face, giving her features character. Let's just say, with this creation she had put many hair stylists out of business.

Bulma looked at the make-up machine and decided against it. True it did the perfect amount of cover up and eyeliner but she wanted to do something for herself. Besides, Vegeta doesn't like her wearing make-up. Bulma put a soft coat of lipstick on before out lining her eyes with a coal colored pencil. After adding a low amount of cover up Bulma smiled and left the bathroom eager to try on her new dress.

Bulma stripped of her robe, strapping on her under garments before slipping the silk dress up her legs, putting her arms through the thin straps. She turned to gaze upon her form in her full length mirror, getting view of the gorgeous dress. It fell to her feet, slits rising to mid thigh. The neck was 'v' shaped showing just enough cleavage along with all of her shoulders. She turned slightly to view her open back, which only had the straps criss-crossing. The dress began just at the top of her behind making her feel just slightly nude back there.

Bulma stepped to her closet, pressing a few buttons on the key pad having the several racks of shoes, all in pacific order be brought to the front. Pressing another button, the column moved down the line till dress sandals came into view. Bulma typed in the word red and it quickly rotated to that section revealing thirty pairs of dress sandals of all styles in red obviously. Bulma tapped her chin, examining them all, wanting to find the exact ones but with a quick glance back at the clock she knew taking the usually hour to decide was not going to happen considering how impatient that man waiting on her was. It she didn't come out at exactly nine o'clock there was no doubt in Bulma's mind that he would just forget about whatever was happening tonight and go and train.

After trying five different pairs and examining them in the mirror, Bulma finally decided that the ones with the thin straps and low heels would suffice. She didn't want Vegeta to get all mad because she was taller then him in high ones. The reason she had very few dress shoes with heals.

Bulma stepped back to the bed and grabbed the earrings, quickly putting them on knowing that time was running out before placing on the ruby necklace and giggling happily to herself as she gazed at her beautiful form. Boosting her ego with several compliments to herself, Bulma went to her jewelry dresser and pulled out the top drawl to reveal hundreds of pairs of diamond, pure gold, and silver rings. The second drawl held just as many necklaces, and the third held a variety of expensive jewelry such as bracelets and earrings. If she were to sell everything that was in this dresser, she more the likely would have enough money to buy the sun.

Picking a matching ring to go with her other jewelry, Bulma placed her other ring on the counter in a special box. The ring she normally wears was her marriage ring but on special occasions everything needs to match or her whole wardrobe would be for nothing!

"Are you ready now?" Vegeta's voice cut in on her thoughts causing a smirk to rise as she slightly jumped. He leaned against the doorway of the bedroom watching her turn around with a small smile letting him have full view of her stunning form. The dress fit perfectly like he knew it would. It had taken him over a month to get the right one that he wanted for her. And dealing with the sale humans were not as easy as he knew it wouldn't have been. The jewelry was not that hard to find unlike the dress, but he had wanted her to have something that she hadn't had yet and going through her drawl of goodies, he noticed blood red items were not to be found. Having them shipped from America had cost a pretty penny but the woman was worth it. It was just hard to keep everything from her since she does handle all of their finical records.

"So you like?" Bulma asked after catching her breath at seeing her husband so finely dressed up. The only other time he ever wore a suit was at the wedding years ago and he complained the whole time while he was in one. But this suit look so much better on him. Of course it was all black even his shirt but he was gorgeous in it. The button to the top of his shirt was open revealing his neck without a tie, he probably had one but had burn the thing to dust in frustration of putting it on. He jacket hung loosely over his shoulder as he held it there with one hand, the other stuffed in his pocket but she could see the golden ring upon his finger, something he rarely wears. The only time he wore it was during their week-long honeymoon. He complained about men wearing jewelry and how bizarre the whole concept was but he kept it on surprisingly, until the first ten minutes they were home then it found its rightful place in a square box on the dresser of goodies for years to come.

"Are you done gawking, woman? We are going to be late." He nearly growled hating every minute of being in this uncomfortable suit but at least this time he didn't have to wear that stupid tie. He still didn't understand the need for it. It wasn't like his shirt was going to fly off or anything so why did it need to be tied around his neck? It made only logic sense, something Vegeta figured out a long time ago that humans didn't have.

Bulma coughed slightly, "Y-yes. Where are we going anyway?" She asked turning to the mirror just one more time before picking up the red sash that still laid in the box and wrapping it around her shoulders.

"You will find out when we get there." He stated, letting her pass to go to the elevator while he fell out of the nearest window.

Bulma nervously bit at her lip as the machine descended wondering what was going to happen tonight. He certainly out did himself this time, she wondered why. Bulma sighed heavily trying to ease her fast beating heart, stepping from the open doorway and passing by the main desk, "Why, Mrs. Briefs, you look absolutely stunning." Pilt nearly screeched as she came from out behind the desk.

"Thank you."

"Mr. Briefs doing something special tonight I see. Did you have a nice birthday?"

"Yes actually."

"Everyone was asking about you every time they stopped by. You haven't been to work all week, people were starting to worry."

"Well, I will be back on Monday. No worries there. Pilt you may close up for the night, I mean it is Saturday and it is all ready late, leaving an hour early wouldn't effect anybody, I'm sure no ones working now anyway."

"Thank you, Mrs. Briefs."

"No problem, just make sure to close up and shut down the monorail."

"Don't worry, Mrs. Briefs, just go out and have a good time."

"Thank you." Bulma waved good-bye before once again making her nervous way to the glass doors that slid open for her to exit only to be greeted by the limousine. Vegeta leaned against it with the door open wide for her to jump in. "You have certainly gone out of your way tonight."

"I know I will receive payment for it so I do not mind at all." Vegeta smirked, a glint reflecting in his eyes.

"Its always sex with you, Vegeta." Bulma sighed as she stepped into the company's white limo.

Vegeta frowned, "What the hell else is there?" He mumbled, getting in himself and slamming the door.

Bulma fidgeted in her leather seat, looking around the company car, trying to find something else then her beautiful husband. Why did this feel like the first date? Her heart was pounding, her palms were sweaty, and she could swear that her throat was dry. And with that thought she unconscious cleared her throat, reaching for the bottle of wine that usually was kept in the cooler. She poured it into a tall glass before swigging it down in full sweep.

"Nervous, woman?" Vegeta smirked smugly with arms cross over his powerful chest. He could smell the sweet smell of her sweat, making his smirk just get wider.

Bulma glared rolling her eyes away, "Hardly." She admitted glancing out the window, frowning when she realized that there was something blocking her view.

Vegeta quickly explained. "I do not want you to see where we are going."

"A surprise?" Bulma smiled brightly.

Vegeta's eyebrow rose in annoyance, "Obviously." He responded with the least amount of enthusiasm.

It was silence for a few minutes, Bulma still fidgeting with her sash, with the glass of wine in her other hand. "Vegeta,"

"Five minutes." He shook his head depressingly with a sigh.

Bulma laughed swatting his arm at his mean joke. "Vegeta, I want to talk about what happened with Bra." She watched him roll his eyes, grounding his teeth together. "I know you don't want to talk about it but we have too. Did you have a flashback or something?"

"No."

"Then what happened? Talk to me."

Vegeta sighed, growling, turning from his mate not wanting to tell her the exact reason for his stupid reaction. But knowing she wasn't going to drop it and knowing that the place wasn't for a few more minutes away, Vegeta depressingly answered. "I." He stalled to growl. "I was caught off guard."

Bulma cracked a smile. "You were 'caught off guard'?"

Vegeta's eyes squinted together becoming slits as he glared at her, daring her to say anything else, "Yes." He bit through clenched teeth.

"You mean. 'caught off guard' like in, unaware of your surroundings?" Her smile widened as he darkened his eyes, scowling at her, "You mean, you didn't know who was around you?"

Vegeta bit his cheek while his fingers dug into the skin of his arms trying to control his anger enough to stay in the car instead of doing what he felt like doing and that was jumping out of this vehicle right now and letting her rot. "Watch it, woman." He hissed.

Bulma could feel the anger pour from her husband. She smashed her lips together trying to keep the laughter from escaping her rebellious throat. She swallowed, taking a quick swig of her wine, trying not to chock on it as it rolled down her esophagus.

But it ended up being for nothing for as soon as she swallowed the last of the liquid, laughter erupted from her, first coming in slow chuckles then building up to full out laughter. For Vegeta, knowing where everything and every one was at all times was an addiction of his. He always bragged about how Sayians know there surroundings and are never caught off guard unlike pathetic, weak humans who are scared of there own shadow. His pride must be really damaged at the moment, and her laughing, Bulma thought with a smile, must be making the wound burn!

Vegeta bared his fangs, turning away from the cackling fool. Let her laugh all she wants, it will only add to her punishment later with her sleeping on the floor! Hell, men aren't the only ones that are made to sleep on the couch. He'll show her.

Bulma slowly calmed her self, whispering 'sorry' in her hysterical state. All though she felt bad about making fun of him, there weren't many times she was able to get her fill of revenge against him so she took joy in this moment.

Setting her bearings, Bulma took another gulp of alcohol before sighing out loudly with a smile, giggling at intervals. Finally she got the glare that her lover had been sending her and decided it was enough or else her surprise might just be ruined.

It was seriously quiet and Bulma knew it was going to stay that way until they got to wherever they were going. Glancing at the clock on the overhang, Bulma was surprised to see a half an hour had past. That was weird considering that normally any restaurant in the city was only fifteen minutes away.

With no patience for surprises, Bulma started to fidget with the controls to the TV before flipping over to the small, built in entertainment system filled with billions of songs all ready plugged into the memory; making it so easy all she had to do was type in the song she wanted and instant access would be allowed. And that includes DVDs, VHDs, and VGs.

Not knowing what else to do, Bulma once again turned on the small flat screen TV that slid out of the drawl into an upright position. Flipping through the channels she stalled at one news station seeing her fabulous picture up on the screen. She grinned and turned it up, "Today, The Brilliant and Beautiful Bulma Briefs, " Bulma giggled, "Turns thirty-six. In those short years of life since the age of ten, Mrs. Briefs has constantly brought new ideas to the world of invention and fashion. At the age of Twenty-three she took over the company becoming the President of Capsule Corporation, and impressed even the most genius scientist of them all. She celebrates this special day with her two children, Trunks and Bra Briefs along with her husband, Vegeta. WE have special broadcast of where she will be tonight-"

Bulma glared at her the Sayian who had thrown a small ki blast at the screen disabling it to say any more words. "Why the hell did you do that? You could have just shut it off by using the remote!"

Vegeta just shrugged.

"Mr. Briefs." The intercom sounded along with a picture of their company driver on the side window, "We're here." He announced.

Once the car came to a stop Vegeta mumbled, "It's about damn time," pushing the door open.

Bulma scoffed when he didn't even help her out, just stood there looking at her as if he was supposed to do something. She slammed the door to the limo but smiled anyway. With a quick glance at the familiar restaurant, Bulma swung around and was instantly met by the sand. "I can't believe it!" Bulma laughed to herself. It had been several months since they've been to the beach, considering her job never lets her have a vacation. The last time they were at the beach was probably last year in the summer, so over a year have they been. She loved the beach. It was pure and without all the realities of life or media or business.

Bulma grinned from ear to ear as she stepped up to the end of the pavement before the sand over took it. She stared out into the darkness of the night, the lights from the restaurant letting her have little sight of the waves crashing against the shoreline. She listened closely, closing her eyes to feel the cool affects of the wind and hear the pure sound of the rhythmic waves. It calmed her instantly, her muscles totally relaxed, mind at ease.

And that was how it was until the annoyed voice of her impatient Sayian growled, "Come on!"

Bulma could do nothing but smile not really caring at his anger, just extremely happy that he had enough thought to bring her here. Bulma turned around looking at the restaurant that stood behind Vegeta who was glaring at her. The most expensive and best restaurant in the whole country of Japan. She had only been here once before since it was pretty far from her home. It had been many years ago, she can't even remember what she went here for. Maybe business, more then likely.

Her eyes roamed over hearing voices. She turned to look over the limo revealing a whole line of press that were being kept away by the coastal police. Bulma turned towards Vegeta, "I'm going to talk to them." She could see the anger those words of admittance brought to the older alien but she had neglected her public for the past week and it wouldn't be a smart move to not thank them. "Two minutes, I promise."

Bulma stepped over to the crowd staying far enough away to not get trapped in the aggressive ways of the media. "Thank you everyone for caring so much." She began. "I really appreciate all of your kind words. I've tried my hardest to improve the world we live in and now I am relieved to see that some people appreciate my tiring work." She pointed to one human with his hand up.

"On behave of us all, Happy Birthday, Mrs. Briefs. You look beautiful as always." Bulma nodded in thanks, "But I have one question. Why has your young son, Trunks Briefs not been to classes? Is he sick?"

"Yes, he has been very ill for the past week but he should begin again on Tuesday."

"What do you think of his relationship with Nesa Jino who is three years older then the young man?"

"I've met Nesa and she seems to be very fond of my son. But I guess you could say that about all the girls of this age." The crowd laughed lightly, "If she is just playing with my son, be sure there will be penalties for such evil. Let us just hope that her intentions are pure." She was smiling to let the media know that she was only playing though the news reporters could take it out of contexts but that would only end up with their newspaper being taken off the market and all the company's employees fired. No one messed with Mrs. Briefs!

Picking on some else, the reporter spoke up, "I'm sure I am not the only one that wants to question this so I will go ahead and ask. Why have you and your husband been going to the Mental clinic?"

"Is their something wrong with your husband?!" One shouted out.

"Is there something wrong with you?" Another shouted out only getting laughed at, at that stupid question.

Bulma smiled, "There is nothing wrong with either of us to calm your fears. We are just doing a research document for one of my crazy projects." After the chuckles calmed, Bulma spoke again, "I better be going. My husband, as you all know, is not a patient man. Thank you again." Pictures snapped constantly before she turned and walked away back to her foot-tapping husband who was throwing daggers at her with his eyes the whole time she walked back.