Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Fire and Ice ❯ The Briefs'are dumbfounded/Vegeta makes a plan ( Chapter 11 )

AN: I just watched some DBZ music videos with my cousin, and now I'm sooo inspired! Man, I didn't realize how hot Gohan was when he was fighting Buu. Hehehe don't get me wrong, Vegeta is still my number one bebe.

Disclaimer: I. Don't. Own. Shhiii.... heehee

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Dr. Brief's was in bed all morning the next day, and his wife was fretting by his side. It was so unlike him to get sick, even at his age. He was usually a perfectly healthy man. But it was strange, since he had no fever, yet he broke into a sweat every now and then. Mrs. Brief's couldn't get a word out of him.

"Would you please page my daughter Bulma for me?" she asked the secretary.

In minutes, a very irritated Bulma arrived at her parents room.

"Mother, I thought I told you not to disrupt me when I'm working!"

"Bulma, honey I know, but your father is very ill!"

Bulma's face softened a little, then her frown came back. She walked swiftly to her father's side and felt his forehead. "Mmm," she murmured. "There's no fever... but why is he talking in his sleep? He certainly looks like he has a severe illness." She noted his abundant sweating.

Just then, he started to speak in little bursts, twisting and turning in his bed.

"Bulma! No...no...not him! Oh...no..." he said, his face contorting in anger and surprise.

Bulma's eyebrows furrowed quizzically. So her father was talking about HER?

Just then, he awoke with a start. He saw his daughter's half annoyed half amused expression, and he hissed at her. "You! How could you? Vegeta! In front of a camera where you KNEW everyone could see!"

Bulma thought for a moment, then chuckled. She smirked, and stood up from the bed.

"What about Vegeta and I? I'm old enough to do as I please, father, and I don't care about those low class security guards who would get kicks out of a free show."

Mrs. Brief's was usually the ignorant kind of sort, but all the pieces of the conversation her daughter and husband were having fell into place. She turned pale, then bright red.

"Bulma, are you having a...an affair? With Vegeta?" She asked, close to a whisper.

"Yes," Bulma replied, gazing defiantly at her mother.

Without another word, she waltzed out of the room, leaving her parents utterly speechless.

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"Party," Chi Chi said. "Mrs. Brief's, you must keep your mind on the party. It's probably just a phase!"

"Oh I don't know Chi Chi!" Mrs. Brief's said tearfully. "Bulma looked awfully serious about it all!"

Of course Chi Chi had already known about Vegeta and Bulma's, er, encounter, but she had to act surprised when Mrs. Brief's confided in her. She tried to hide her smile, but it was so hard. Who would have thought? She caught sight of Vegeta from the Capsule Corp. kitchen window. He was sitting outside his gravity chamber, tinkering with some sort of remote control. Within seconds, he had seemed to accomplish what he wanted. With a triumphant laugh, he disappeared back inside the chamber.

Chi Chi shook her head. This was getting freakier every passing minute. Bulma, who was supposed to be her best friend merely nodded to acknowledge her presence in the compound. Chi Chi scoffed, but was reminded that it was really a mirror image of Vegeta's personality she had to deal with. She hoped everything would go all right that night.

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Everyone was waiting in anticipation for the Brief's anniversary party that night. It was a big deal, and besides the Z senshi, a lot of important people were flown in from all over the world for the black tie gala. Paparazzi was bound to be swarming all over the place. Of course, this was also the night were Dr. Brief's was to present Bulma to all the important world leaders as the upcoming heiress to his multi billion dollar corporation. It was something he did not look forward to as much as he used to. "My little girl," he said, mumbling. "An actress in a home made porn video!" He shuddered. "That Vegeta is no good for her..." Making last minute arrangements, he decided to go into the kitchen to check up on the desserts.

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Vegeta, who was on his way to his own balcony, had overheard Mr. Brief's train of thought. He frowned, and was deeply hurt by the Brief's' lack of opinion for him. He decided that he would show them exactly how he felt for their daughter, and it would prove to them that he was not only worthy to be hers, but that she was worthy to be his Queen.