Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Fright Night at Capsule Corporation ❯ The Best Laid Plans of Friday the 13th ( Chapter 4 )

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

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Hi Ya Folks!!! Just my usual grateful thanks to all who read and reviewed ! Your comments and encouragement mean a great deal! This may not seem like a romance yet, but hold on to your hats....it's heading that way!

The history of Halloween (very abbreviated, as is the legend of Vlad the Impaler) is from about 20 or 30 different sites....I gleaned the highlights for use in the story off of the web.

Disclaimer: Dragonball Z is not owned by me; it belongs to Akira Toriyama, Viz Communications, FUNimation, TOEI Entertainment, etc. etc. etc. The name of Lestat and Vampire Lestat that I mention in the end is strictly Anne Rice's...give her the credit...Okeydoke?....Monique, Jason, Ursula, Dina, Devon <thats a girl name in this story line> are mine to control as I will (insert maniacal laugh) [side note: if you put the names Monique, Ursula, Dina and Devon together you get the monniker 'MUDD'...just a hint of what they think of Yamcha!]....Hope you all enjoy this bit of fluff...

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And now for the story:


FRIGHT NIGHT AT CAPSULE CORP/THE HALLOWEEN PARTY.........PART FOUR: 'The Best Laid Plans of Friday the 13th'


"Shimatta, Shimatta, SHIMATTA!!!" Vegeta slammed both powerful fists on the Gravity Room retaining wall. ~~I can feel it. I feel the barrier....it so real I could touch it...and yet with my superior strength, I STILL can't reach past it to Super Saiyan! ~~ It was getting late by the time indicator on the gravity console....~~Time for a meal and perhaps a shower~~ and with that thought, Vegeta grabbed a towel, wrapping it around his neck, strutting back to the main center of Capsule Corps....

Bulma's irritated voice was muffled in the depths of her expansive closet, " What in the name of Kami am I gonna wear?"
She wanted to look nice at the new restaurant; she wanted to impress her 'war' counsel. Conservative wouldn't do - she didn't want to come off like a cold fish. Sexy was out of the question - she DEFINITELY was not a bimbo. Frilly wasn't even a consideration - this was not a tea party she was going to....~~this is 'battle', Bulma. C'mon, get yourself together!~~ Bulma finally settled on a little, black-leather miniskirt, oversized white 'eyelash' sweater, a black velvet Tam O' Shanter and her cute, new, black fishnet stockings. Little low cut black boots finished off the outfit perfectly.

In the shower, Vegeta let the thousands of hot little water-needles massage his aching muscles and drowned out his frustrations. He had been avoiding the issue of this 'Halloween' thing that Bulma was concocting, but the whole thing still posed some interesting possibilities....after all if it was about frightening people, then it couldn't be all that bad. Still, this required research, and the best laid plans of battle required knowing all angles, corners, strategies, and aspects.....Dr. Briefs had an extensive library; it stood to reason that there would be something on this 'Halloween' thing.... He stepped out of the shower, quickly wrapping a towel around his waist, and walked to the closet to retrieve yet another battle suit. ~~Hhhmmm, only one left....I must speak to that wench about more suits.....why were these puny humans always needing to be prodded into doing what was their obvious duties? Pah!~~

At just about that point, Vegeta's towel dropped, and it was also at that precise moment that Bulma walked to his room to remind him that he needed to think of a costume for the party.

"Woman, it is customary for servants to wait until they are summoned!" Vegeta barked.

"Vegeta, I am not your servant! You are a guest, and I suggest that you just get OVER yourself!" this remark was punctuated by a small hiss and a raised eyebrow....~~ MY, MY, MY....he CERTAINLY gives the average man a run for his money....and even the 'unaverage man' at that....hhhmmmm~~. Of course, she wasn't gonna let him know this....he was already a mondo chauvanist....no need to fuel that fire!

"SHUT YOUR TRAP, BAKA ONNA! IT IS TIME THAT YOU LEARN YOUR PLACE!" veins began bulging on Vegeta's forehead.

This didn't phase Bulma in the least. She had other things on her mind, "No, Vegeta, it is time that you learned yours!" she said, a smirk hovering around her lips. Bulma promptly sauntered up to the naked Prince; placed small, cool, hands on his chest and ever so slowly leaned forward to brush his lips with her own, in a soft kiss. Then, with a saucy turn, and a quick glance back, she flashed a devious grin, "Well, I have a dinner conference....luv ya, babe! See ya later!" She blew another little kiss from the tips of her fingers in his direction and then winked her eye. Bulma left, in a hip-swinging, seductive gate.........all this before the spluttering Vegeta could reply.

~~ Why that...that...that...INFURIATING FEMALE!!! She was just so....so....so....DAMNED ALLURING!~~ "Wait a minute....Where did THAT come from.....What am I thinking? I've been stranded WAY too long on this mud ball!" he grumbled. But that kiss was....wonderful. He closed his eyes, and found himself wanting the taste of her lips once again on his....and what had she said? Oh yes, 'luv ya, babe....' His eyes sprung back open. Could it be this little spitfire had love for him? Vegeta found himself more intrigued with this idea, and felt that the Halloween Party might not be so bad after all...

Down below, Bulma threw out the capsule that held her brand-new, little-red air car. This was turning out to be a great day.......

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RESTAURANT 'CHEZ PRICE EES NO OBJECT': (author note: okay, okay, there may not be any french restaurants in Japan, but I took
a little liberty...Bulma can make a few statements in french because her and her
folks are rich, and I am sure well traveled)



The restaurant was a charming little bistro that had just opened in the downtown area. A wide cobblestone path led the way to the front entrance's wrought iron and glass doors. The green-striped canopy with its white fringe extended over the length of the path, lending an air of exclusivity to it....

The doorman was decked out in burgundy velvet, trimmed with gold brocade trim and appelettes. With a brilliant smile, and swift elegance, he opened the door with a flourish for Bulma, "Velcome, to ze Chez Price Ees No Object, Madamoiselle!"

"Merci!" Bulma quipped in returned....this was really cute...she'd have to bring Chi-Chi and her mom here for sure...talk about getting spoiled!

Bulma walked over the soft burgundy carpeting toward the maitre' de station....the carpet was so thick, it muffled all voices and sounds that were in the restaurant.

"Might I help you, madam?" intoned the maitre' de.

"Yes, I have a reservation for me.....I am Ms. Bulma Briefs, acting CEO of Capsule Corporation."

"Oui, Madam, Pierre will seat you immediately! The rest of your party has arrived, madam." With a clap of his hands, the maitre' de summoned the waiter. Bulma turned her head toward the main dining area, and at the best table, were seated four beautiful girls and a mountain of a man in a police uniform. Pierre led her to her table silently, and whispered that he would return momentarily to serve them.

"Hello, everyone! I am Bulma Briefs, and I am so glad you all made it here. If it is alright, I thought we could chat before we eat, and get to know one another. Is that okay?"

A petite redhead was the first to speak, "Hey, Bulma, I'm Monique, and this is Jason. That sounds great!" she indicated with a wave of a delicate hand to the huge man. He nodded solemnly toward Bulma.

"I am Devon and that's okay by me." this coming from a slender, tall girl with jet black hair......she looked to be a quiet and thoughtful girl.

"Hey Bulma! I am Ursula! " quipped a bubbly blonde. ~~She looks and acts like Mom~~ thought Bulma.

"And I am Dina," said a stately brunette. She was of medium height and VERY curvy.

" Hello to you all. Let's order shall we? " Bulma said, beaming her most winning smile. This was going to work out just fine......

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Now Saiyans were not what one would call 'ardent' scholars, except when it came to the arts and precepts of war. War was the mainstay of their culture. Vegeta, being their Crowned Prince, was given exceptional 'training'; far more specialized than that of the common Saiyan. The education or 'training', as it was more preferably known on Vegeta-Sei, was considered the single most important asset in combat. A study of an enemy's culture and the weaknesses therein gave the Saiyan warrior an upper hand in a combat situation and in the conquering of a planet. While the Oozaru state was almost invincible, the form could be at a slight disadvantage if you didn't strike the prime target at the most opportune time.....it could slow down the conquering and delivery of a planet to the prospective client. With Frieza, one did not waste time; one delivered immediately or else, which is exactly what the Saiyan culture found out too late. Prince Vegeta suffered the loss of his entire race and planet. His father, King Vegeta's words still rang in his mind to this day...."Know Thy Enemy...in all ways my son. It is the mark of the Ultimate Ruler and a Saiyan."


The library was huge. When Vegeta walked into Dr. Brief's study, he was quite surprised. The heavy majogany bookcases lined all four wood-panel walls and thousands, upon thousands of books sat dusty and crammed all around. He strolled up to the nearest shelf and started to glance at the spines, noting the wide range of topics. Books covering medieval Chikyuu weaponry to sewing could be found as well as farming and polymolecular cell structure identification. This was going to be quite an undertaking. He glanced over to an old text with a black leather spine, extremely worn with age and use. The gold block letters printed out the title 'Historical Celebrations and Traditions"....~~This looks like it would be a good place to begin~~ he mused.

Plopping down in a huge, green-velvet easy chair, Vegeta began to flip the yellowed pages until he came across 'Halloween' and read the following explanation:

"Considered at one time to be a pagan festival of the dead. Culture now sees this as a night of frolic by children and adults who are often dressed in costumes of fantasy and/or the supernatural. All Hallows Eve is observed the night of October 31st, followed on November 1st by All Hallows Day, also called All Hallowmas, All Saints' Day and All Soul's Day.

The history goes back much farther. Ancient culture calls Halloween the festival 'Samhain' (pronounced sow' an), a celebration before the onset of winter and the beginning of a new year; 'samhain' means 'end of summer'. In other parts of the ancient world, the festival was known as Samhein, or La Samon; the Feast of the Sun. It was a solar festival marked by sacred fire rituals and at one point the practice of sacrifices to their deities by burning victims in wickerwork cages became prevalent. It is said that the veil between the worlds of the living and the dead are at their thinnest point in the year. At this time making communication between the living and the dead is considered to be much easier.

Numerous folk customs feel that Halloween is the day in which the souls of the dead are free to roam about as well as evil entities, witches, vampires, and numerous spirits. This is the night in which it is believed they are at the peak of their supernatural powers. The Festival of Samhain is still considered a time for getting rid of weakness; the slaughter of weak animals which were unlikely to survive the winter was common, as was the ritual of writing down weaknesses on a piece of paper and tossing it into the fire. Cakes were baked as offerings for the souls of the dead."


Well, it all seemed like a bunch of nonsense, except for the part of winnowing out weakness...that was classically Saiyan, and the burning of victims sounded rather intriguing.....but these odd names such as vampires, witches, ecetera, was still very confusing. He flipped further and skimmed the origins of 'vampire'.....

'Vlad the Impaler' was a part of the Royal Family of Romania around the 15th century. This bloodthirsty Prince, or 'The Dragon Prince' as he was called, was rumored to have heinously impaled victims wilst they lived, drank their blood, and slaughtered countless innocents at a mere whim....~~in short, a Saiyan in a human body~~ thought Vegeta. Well, he WAS a Prince, and he had come close to many of he atrocities listed with this Vlad creature....it seemed fairly appropriate that he should costume himself as this 'Vampire' person.

With that settled, and a general discription from the television of what a vampire looked like, Vegeta snapped the book shut and headed for his room, for much needed rest.

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"Well, ladies and gentleman, I think that just about wraps up the situation. What do you think of my proposed plan?"

Dina tilted her head slightly, her mind carefully weighing out the contingencies. "Well, Bulma, it is definitely do-able. From my take on the situation, it would appear that the best element is surprise."

" You got that right, Dina!" Monique slammed her fist down on the table, making the crystal shudder. " We gotta get him and pull his boxers down around his knees.....metaphorically speaking that is....!" Monique was really a feisty little redhead that had a temper to match her hair.

"Jason, do you think that the Gingertown Precinct will allow the use of that equipment during off-duty time?" Bulma quired.

"I really don't think it will be that difficult, Bulma. Chief has known me since I was a little boy, and for the last 5 years he has known me as a police officer. He knows that I can be trusted...I am as good as my word. Besides, nothing will give me more pleasure than to fulfill this little mission." Jason, or 'Crusher' rather, started cracking his knuckles at this last statement....He had become VERY enthusiastic over the whole scheme, especially with the part HE was to play.....

"What about your other friends, Bulma? Will they not feel compelled to come to Yamcha's aid? After all, you told us he is considered part of their senshi. I am just as committed to seeing 'justice' done as anyone, but interference will ruin the whole thing," this came from quiet Devon, who had really not utter more than two words the whole evening.

"Not to worry, Devon. I intend to fill in most of the senshi and their significant others that might feel compelled to interfere. They all know what Yamcha is and what he has done. Besides, I am their friend too....they really won't meddle in something that they consider and issue between me and Yamcha...I'm not excluding you all, but you know what I mean...."

"This is gonna be a role!" giggled Ursula. " So when do we meet again Bulma?"

"We meet next week on Monday for training operations. Each session will be about 3 hours long, and we have plenty of refreshments available for everyone. I figure that if we train for the remaining time and have a dress rehearsal two days before the party, everything will be perfect. I have a work out room at Capsule Corp that is the size of a small ballroom and that should give us plenty of space to work in........so, is it agreed?"

"Agreed!!" they all shouted in unison. After many hugs, and a gentle handshake with Jason, Bulma left 'Chez Price Ees No Object' with a smile like the Cheshire Cat. Purrrrfect!

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Yikes! What could Bulma be planning?....and with Police Equipment? Vegeta a Vampire?....Vampire Lestat watch out! Vegeta's another sexy supernatural that is here to conquer the female heart....like Bulma! What is Yamcha headed into?.....stay tuned for the next exciting chapter......The girls train, Vegeta slicks up, Goku and family model costumes, and lets not forget the menu....a food fight? More to come on Fright Night at Capsule Corp/Halloween Party!