Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Fright Night at Capsule Corporation ❯ Little Black Book Discoveries ( Chapter 2 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

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NOTES FROM THE VEGETABABE DESK: Hey ya guys and gals!!....A huge THANX to all who reviewed. I appreciate all the comments...this IS going to end up a romance fic, eventually...just give it time. I am trying to time this so that it will coincide with Halloween this year (I may make it finish a day earlier than Halloween, so you know what happens to all on the BIG DAY). In any case here is the next little installment....Some rough language....so I rated it PG-13. By the way, the two tildes together means the characters thoughts ...just wanted to make sure you all knew that....Sorry for the typos, but I am trying to get these ideas out in a hurry.


Disclaimer: DBZ is not owned by me....it belongs to Akira Toriyama, Viz Communications, FUNimation, TOEI Entertainment, Irwin Toys, etc. etc. etc. Whatever....This fan fic is just for fun....Hope you all enjoy....just a bit of fluff...

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An d now for the story:


FRIGHT NIGHT AT CAPSULE CORP./THE HALLOWEEN PARTY.........PART TWO: Little 'Black Book' Discoveries






RRRRIIIIINNNNNNGGGGG!! RRRRIIIIINNNNNNGGGGG!! RRRRIIIIINNNNNNGGGGG!! Bulma snatched up the phone...it had been like a police headquaters during a crime wave ever since wind of the party got out.

"Moshi, Moshi!"

"Hey, Babe, just me!"

"Hi, Yamcha! Wazzup?"

"Uuhh, Babe, looks like I got a conflict of schedule for the Party....~~she's gonna blow a cork~~."

"WWWHHHAAAATTTT??????? WHAT LAME EXCUSE IS IT NOW, YAMCHA! And don't 'BABE' me, you JACKASS!!"

"Geez, Bulma, it's not like I PLANNED this! Coach says the boys are gonna have a little get together for Halloween to keep team spirit high for the season to come....he figures the team that plays together, stays together!" ~~Kami, let's hope she buys this....~~

"FINE Yamcha, just BE that way. I'll have you know I had a real HOT outfit planned...but that's okay, if you have better things to do than see me...."

"Now, Bulma, please don't be that way! I told coach I was gonna cut out halfway through, so that I could be at your Party....He said that was okay with him...~~anything to shut her up!~~" Yamcha moaned.

It was at that moment that Bulma got a brainstorm....an AWFUL, EVIL, CONNIVING flash...and it was a PERFECT way to settle Yamcha once and for all! This would take precision timing, a bit of luck, her knock-out costume, hot-lit music and friends. This was the last straw and it was inevitable.... she was going to HAVE to break-up with Yamcha...he just was not worth wasting time over anymore. He had been pulling this crap ever since he was wished back (and even before he was killed by the Saibamen). Payback can be a bitch, and he was in for a HELL of a surprise!

"Umm, Yamcha, hon', - Tell ya what - Can you come over today for just a little bit? I understand about your team and all. I mean you ARE a famous baseball player and I would NEVER be one to get in the way of your Happiness.." Bulma said in her sweetest voice.

~~What was with the sudden turnaround? Don't question it Yamcha, she is off your back! Do this and we're home free!~~ "Uuhh, sure Bulma. I can be over there in 'bout 10 minutes...that okay?"

"Puurrrfect Yamcha....that will be just puuurrrfect! Ja 'ne!"

And with that, Bulma hung up the phone, and began hatching 'Plan A'. "Yamcha, you are in for the shock of your life....Revenge is Sweet; Saccharin Sweet!!" she hissed.



~~~~~~Meanwhile in the Gravity Room~~~~~~:



Sweat poured off bare chest, face, and legs in tiny rivulets; muscles bunched tight as Vegeta did one finger push ups, alternating right then left arms. He had managed to get his gravity level up to 300g; at least one of his goals was achieved....but not that of Super Saiyan, yet. It was taking all the strength he could summon to maintain control...but finally, his body exhausted beyond its peak, collapsed, and he dropped with a heavy thud to his knees.

"DAMN YOU, KAKKAROT!!" he screamed, veins popping out on his neck and forehead; shaking his fist at his invisable foe. ~~How is it a trashy little Saiyan like Kakkarot, who was sent to a third rate ball of mud planet surpassed him in what was HIS rightful birthright?!~~

Growling further, Vegeta stood up and went to the gravity panel. He pushed the deactivation button...."Normal Gravity Level Functions restored..."intoned the female computer voice. ~~Well, I've been training for 12 hours now, it was time for a small break; maybe a shower and DEFINITELY some food will restore me to optimum training level~~; and with that Vegeta slammed the Gravity Room door, proceeding to march toward the main Capsule Corporation complex, as if he were on grand parade....the only thing missing were courtiers.



~~~~~~~~~~~Capsule Corp./Brief family Compound/Living room & Kitchen area~~~~~~~~~~~~~~:



*******GONG, GONG, GONG*******

~~The Weasel has arrived~~ thought Bulma. She opened the massive, white entry doors to reveal, the wayward Yamcha,(in all his glory), dressed in nasty-looking cutoff shorts, a rumpled baseball Tshirt, and a stained baseball jacket sporting the name of his team.

"Hi ya, Babe" he said, somewhat deadpan, and quickly bussed her cheek.

~~Geez, Yamcha, don't make any special effort for me...~~ she thought.... "Right back at ya, Yamcha" she said with a quick peck on his cheek. ~~God, his smile looks like he has a bad case of constipation.....how could I have fallen for THAT?~~
"Let me hang up your jacket....sit down and stay a bit. I'll go make us some hot tea ..",and with that Bulma headed toward the kitchen, jacket in hand. ~~Damn, at least when I go somewhere, I have the decency to show up halfway neat....~~ Bulma's tight, white leather pants and red v-neck cashmere sweater showed off her figure to perfection. She was in the process of growing out her hair, so she kept the shoulder length mane up in a ponytail usually.

Closing the french-folding doors to the kitchen area, Bulma made quick work of her "search and seizure" mission to retrieve something she KNEW Yamcha had....the infamous 'Little Black Book'. He had let that little gem spill when he was drunk one night after one of the Teams celebration/victory parties that she was invited too. Of course, she was majorly peaved at the time (she was 'designated driver' for 15 sloshed players.... Yamcha was her last passenger) but she decided to keep that little bit of ammunition to herself, just in case she should ever need it....and now was the time! Inside the left-side breast pocket, tucked away descreetly, was 'The' book.

~~Heh, heh, heh, come to me my pretty....~~ With nimble fingers, Bulma quickly slid out the book and opened up to reveal some 15 names and phone numbers; hers being one. Next to 10 of the names, a black 'X' was put in the margin (by her name, too); she could only concluded that those were the girls dumped or to be dumped. Four names had question marks, and one had a red check mark....that last one had to be the 'newest' victim.......Bulma hurriedly wrote down the names of those that were 'X-ed' along with the phone numbers, and quickly replaced the little book. She then tucked the piece of paper was quickly into the back pocket of those tight leather pants. ~~Now for tea~~ She threw the jacket quickly on a kitchen chair and got the tea things assembled.

"Hey, Yamcha? Tea is gonna take just a tad longer; Mom stashed it in the wrong place, but it will be ready in just a few!" she hollered past the doors.

"No problem, Babe. I was just tuning in the football game on the set...hope that's okay..."

"Sure, knock yourself out" said Bulma....~~with a crowbar~~her thoughts added.

Within a few minutes, Bulma brought out a huge rolling cart loaded down with a caraf of tea, 4 heaping plates of finger sandwiches, 2 pans of sweet coffee cakes, and 2 huge jars of pecan cookies.

"Bulma, are you feeding an army?"

"Nah, its just about this time, Vegeta comes in for a snack, so I figured he could have it in here with us..."

"Have what, you baka onna?" growled Vegeta.

Bulma turned her head and flashed a brilliant smile at the short muscular Saiyan. Vegeta may be a major pain in the ass, but at least he was clean and neat. Bulma noted that a brief whiff of soap lingered on him as he brushed passed her to stand akimbo, arms folded on his chest with that perpectual scowl in the middle of the room. He was wearing one of the new battle suits that her and her father had just invented. He was definitely in prime 'Vegeta' mode.

" Oh, Hi Ya Vegeta. I just thought you might be hungry after all that magnificent training you do, so I whipped up a snack for you.....Yamcha is here for just a brief visit, so I brought it out here in the family room" she added brightly.

"You talk too much, woman. Stuff one of those damned cookies in your mouth, and I MIGHT consider joining you... ~~Hmmphf..at least she acknowledges the importance of training, especially mine...maybe she isn't so stupid after all.....~~ Actually, he was starving, and even if he had to endure that filthy humans, at least FOOD made it more palatable.

"Shut up Vegeta...at least SHE is being nice and civilized, unlike certain monkey-assed barbarians" spat Yamcha.

Vegeta's eyes became hooded, and he gave the glare of a deadly cobra. A blue energy aura began to form around the tips of his fingers, but before he could really react to the idiotic statement, Bulma jumped in and surprised them both.

"I will THANK you, Yamcha, to keep you STUPID TRAP SHUT with MY honored guest in MY house...if you don't find his company tolerable, LEAVE." Bulma hissed. She turned quickly with an apologetic glance, "Vegeta, I am so sorry about that....SOME people don't know how to act with royalty in the house..."

Now what was THIS about....Bulma, coming to HIS defense against YAMCHA?!?! Vegeta nearly choked with surprise....SOMETHING was definitely up! Vegeta narrowed his eyes at Bulma rather suspiciously...

"I don't need YOU to defend me, weakling. I am quite capable of quashing this insect on my own..."

Bulma's eyes snapped with electric-blue fire..."I KNOW VEGETA, but Yamcha is getting on MY nerves too....so SHUT YOUR TRAP, BAKAYARO!"

"HOW ABOUT I BLAST YOU AND YOUR WEAKLING BOYFRIEND TO THE NEXT DIMENSION!?!"

"DON'T BOTHER, KUSO-HEAD!! IF YOU DID THAT, YOU'D BE OUTTA FOOD AND A GRAVITY ROOM!!! Besides, he is bothering me too, so he will be leaving NOW!" she punctuated that last word with a deadly glare at Yamcha.

Yamcha just sat in total amazement as he witnessed this rather unusual exchange....He figured that this was really not the time to socialize with Bulma, and Vegeta was just not his 'cup of tea'. <author note: sorry no pun intended>

"Look, Bulma, thanks for everything. I'm gonna run, but I'll see ya Halloween nite, about 10 o'clock....that sound alright?"

Bulma quickly calmed down, just as fast as she had lost her temper, (and which further continued to confuse both men even more). "Whatever you say, Yamcha..." and with that she walked Yamcha to the door to see him out. Vegeta immediately started cramming his mouth full of the tea delicacies on the cart, not giving a damn who saw him or what they might think. He was really more interested in the food, but this new side of Bulma was very disturbing.....like any enemy, she would bear careful watching.....

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Next time: Plans begin to take shape, secret phone calls are made, and the 'X' girls meet. What is in store?....Whatever it is, it will surely make the upcoming party a FRIGHT!