Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Fright Night at Capsule Corporation ❯ Seconds Anyone? ( Chapter 5 )

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

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Hi to all!!! First off, I want to give my grateful thanks to all who read and review! Your comments and encouragement mean a great deal! Now the romance is going to start really creeping in, as well as the preparations that Bulma is making for her party ....you'll need to know them to understand the Big Night! You NEVER know what can happen on Halloween....BWWAAHHAAAHAAA!!!! If you all want a sneak preview of Bulma's costume, check out my author photo......!!!!

Disclaimer: Dragonball Z is not owned by me; it belongs to Akira Toriyama, Viz Communications, FUNimation, TOEI Entertainment, etc. etc. etc. Monique, Jason, Ursula, Dina, Devon <thats a girl name in this story line> and the Chief are mine to control as I will (insert evil cackle, rubbing hands together like a mad scientist) ....Hope you all enjoy this next bit of fluff...

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And now for the story:


FRIGHT NIGHT AT CAPSULE CORP/THE HALLOWEEN PARTY.........PART FIVE: 'Seconds Anyone?'



Preparations began in earnest for the Halloween Party. Bulma was personally over-seeing all fixtures that were to be used for the Haunted House. There was a corridor that extended from the main ballroom to the extensive storage area (which was suppose to be an office). It ran about 400 feet or so in a snaking pattern and opened into the office entrance. The room itself was a huge domed structure; the middle of the room held an inlaid sunken, oval, water fountain in the center of tiled floor and stretching overhead was an identical oval skylight highlighting the fountain.

The decorators had draped black fabric throughout the corridor, swallowing it entirely. The once white walls disappeared to be replaced by something that resembled a morbid, dark cavern. Dry ice was going to be put in the fountain to put off its tell-tale haze, and eerie green lights would ring around it to give a phosphorescent glow to the entire floor. Bulma had arranged that cobwebs to highlight the black fabric, and drip from the fountain pedestal. 'Grave stones', coated with a hair gel substance, would give the stone a wet, slimy appearance. The statues and other assorted creepies would be brought in later.

The ballroom would be a whole other matter entirely.....Set up was to begin on that project one week before the party....and it would take every bit of that time. She was contemplating the use of a caterer.....after all, the ballroom had a huge serving kitchenette of it's own, used exclusively for the dances and formal dinners that were given.....that probably was the best way to go. She really didn't like the idea of asking her friends to slave over stoves for a party, herself least of all....everyone was suppose to be taking a much needed break......Yes, a caterer was a must....

Bulma checked her watch and noticed she had about two hours before 'the B Team' would arrive for 'training'. She told the decorators to break until tomorrow morning at 8AM and then strolled back to the main complex. Now, to the kitchen in order to prepare the necessary refreshments. She was sure that Jason could probably consume about half of what a Saiyan could...and of course, Vegeta was bound to make himself known......he could smell food from 10 miles away it seemed. She had already warned her team of the Prince, so they more than likely would make themselves scarce if he showed up.

From the restaurant size fridge, she pulled out two huge platters of roasted turkey slices, 25 ham steaks, and five platters of roasted chicken. Thank Kami their kitchen had extensive convection and microwave ovens; enough to handle several large dishes at one time; they did entertain Company employees and clients quite often over the years. Big meals were not unusual, and the servo-bots did most of the work. She placed the various foodstuffs in the different ovens to warm them up....She then got the servo-bots started on vegetables, salads, rice, pastas, and a few casserole combinations. She could go into town for the desert. ~~Let's see, with Vegeta, and Jason, probably 10 pies and 5 cakes should be enough.....~~ She promptly rang up the best bakery in town with her order, and was assured it would be ready within 30 minutes. ~~Good! That will give me just enough to change into work-out clothes, and pick up the order. I'll be back in plenty of time to meet the gang!~~

Quickly pounding up the stairs, Bulma raced down the hall toward her room. Once again she dove down into the depths of her closet, surfacing with a pair of sea-foam green spandex leggins and matching dance shoes. Next, she dug out her sports bra, and a white spandex midriff top....it would expose her stomach, but with the workout she had planned, comfort and coolness were top of the list. She topped this ensemble off with a lined windbreaker to match the leggins. Perfect.....she could use her running shoes to go into town and change to the others when she was ready for the session. With that, Bulma raced back down the stairs, pausing only long enough to grab her purse and the car capsule....then she was off.

When she got to the bakery, they were nice enough to have encapsulized everything for her (this bakery often catered to Capsule Corporation and were able to get their encapsulator at a major discount). She told the proprietor she would be in need of their catering services for the party, and indicated she would be in later on in the week to provide the menu. With that accomplished, Bulma hopped back in the little red air car, and sped back home in a matter of minutes. She quickly opened the front door, tossed her purse down on the nearest chair, and headed back to the kitchen. The servo-bots had finished with 4 vegetable plates, 2 casseroles of potatos and cheese, and 3 different types of green salad (Cesar, Chef-style, and Garden Variety). The fried rice, and lo-mein noodles were also finished. The bots could continue to keep the food fresh and warm indefinitely....

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"Goku this looks AWFUL! It looks like I'm wearing an oversized brown paper-bag....it has absolutely NO shape!" whined Chi-Chi.

"Well, this is all that Bulma really had left.....the other suits that you all were intending to use to find us on Namek were used by the Capsule Corporation a while back for some sort of field test projects....at least that's what Bulma said..."

"Well, this is not what I had in mind!! We will just have to go shopping for something..."

"But Chi-Chi...is that really necessary? I mean ..."

Goku, however, did not finish what he started to say....the searing look that came from Chi-Chi warned him that he was on treacherous ground. "Oh, well, if you say so hon', then that's what we'll do...."

Chi-Chi promptly grabbed her purse, and called a taxi-air car service..... and yanked Goku outside. ~~Good thing Gohan is training with Piccolo today....~~ was the last thought Goku had before being hauled into the waiting taxi.

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Everyone arrived promptly on schedule at the Capsule Corporation work-out room. Dina, Monique, Ursula, and Devon sat down in lotus positions on the floor and asked Bulma if they might first go over the music to be used at the Halloween Party; it would be figuring prominently in their 'battle-strategy'.

"Bulma, we really need to come up with some sort of unified pattern....perhaps we could use the ones that those boy groups use?" Monique suggested.

"That'd be fine, but remember, we have to incorporate my whip into this....How about I stand at the apex and we form a 'V'? Devon and Dina in the back, because both are taller; Ursula and Monique just up from that on another line, and myself in the center....if that's okay with you all...." Bulma marked out the positions with pieces of scrap paper on the slick, wood gymnasium floor......(it looked something like this):



--------------------------------------Devon------ ----------------------- ------Dina-------------------------------------------

------------ --------------------------------Monique-------------------Ur sula-------------------------------------------------

------------ ---------------------------------------------Bulma---------- -----------------------------------------------------



"O kay by me, Bulma, after all this IS your brainchild!" giggled Ursula.

"How about the rest of you....is that alright?" quered Bulma.

"That is probably the most logical stance, Bulma. With that formation, we will be out of the way when the whip is used, and it will also take up the massive floor space of the ballroom area....after all, this is supposed to be a special 'Halloween performance' for their enjoyment, ne?" said Dina thoughtfully.

Everyone agreed, and so with a basic floor pattern underway, the girls started to 'train' in earnest. Jason sat back on one of the benches.....he sure did admire the spunk of these girls....he liked to think of Bulma, Devon, and Dina as his kid sisters......Bulma had arranged that on Halloween night he would play two roles; one of a cop, and one of an 'executioner'. He would be introduced as an employee at the beginning, an off-duty officer as a security guard, for the party...This would enable him to move smoothly through the crowds while keeping tabs on the 'primary target'; and not attract attention....the 'executioner' would come later.

Jason also had another reason for his growing affection for Bulma....with the generous salary he would earn that night as a security guard, it would make it possible for him to ask Monique to marry him; something he had wanted since the first time he met her....Bulma also had said she would be giving them a brand new capsule home and car as a wedding gift....Yamcha was the biggest baka to let such a loving heart go.....women like these were far and few between.....

"Hey Jason, what about the handcuffs, and other stuff.....?" Bulma asked.

Jolted out of his private revelry for a moment, Jason replied, "No problem, kiddo! All under control!" The wide grin on his face made the others giggle....

Two hours of strenous 'training' passed, followed by a one hour cool-down. It was after this that Dina, Devon, Ursula, Monique, Jason and Bulma headed toward the buffet of food that awaited them in the kitchen. The girls ate rather conservatively, but Jason proved Bulma was right....he was a human-Saiyan of sorts. When the delicious repast was finished, they all bid goodbye until the next session. By the end of the week, costumes would be the next on the agenda.

~~Today went off without a hitch...at this rate we will have everything down pat in no time!~~ and with that thought Bulma headed toward the Gravity Room, in search of the 'wayward Saiyan' to announce that his afternoon meal was ready.

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***BANG, BANG, BANG****

~~ Kuso! Just as I was about to start on the next set of training bots, I am interrupted once again!.... Damn baka woman will pay for this insolence!~~

Vegeta strode over to the Gravity console, punched the deactivation button, and then stomped over to the door. He flung it open rather forcefully (much more and it would have come of the hinges) to find a ravishing Bulma. Her breath was coming in small gasps, and her exposed midriff glistened from perspiration....

"What NOW, Woman? Can't you get it through your thick skull that I am training....and why are you looking like that?"

"Excuse me, bakayaro, but your afternoon meal is ready, and as if it is ANY of your business, I've been training as well!"

"YOU?! What need have you to train?!? A weakling like you will be no match for anyone, not human or Android!"

"Vegeta, I will say this just ONCE, and in SMALL WORDS so you can understand......I HAVE TO TRAIN FOR SOMETHING I HAVE PLANNED! You got that? Or should I repeat it; 'dumbed-down' a little so it can seep in your thick skull?"

"YOU GO TO FAR, WOMAN...I WOULD NOT SAY SUCH THINGS IF I WERE YOU!!" Vegeta roared.

Bulma knew she HAD cross the line, but she couldn't have cared less at that moment. She'd be DAMNED if she showed this arrogant baka that she was afraid! In probably what was the bravest gesture that any creature has ever made regarding the Saiyan Prince, Bulma simply stalked up to Vegeta, grabbed his hand and led him to the kitchen. Once there, she placed a light kiss on his cheek. "Eat up luv, there's plenty....and I need a shower...see ya in a few!" She sauntered up the stairs, once again leaving a flustered Prince. Vegeta was too surprised to really react.....~~Just what was the minx up to ......?!~~ The aroma of delicious foods kept him from thinking any further on the matter.... So, true to Saiyan nature, he began wolving down ham steaks, and other foods that still remained in generous proportions on the kitchen buffet. He was just about to start on dessert......when Bulma re-entered the kitchen.

Bulma was dressed in a clingy, white spandex dress. It was a strapless little white number that hit just about mid-thigh. She had placed her hair up off her shoulders, in an upswept hairdo, with just a few curling tendrils of blue draping on a bare shoulder. Vegeta supressed the urge to grab her at that point.....~~No weakling Chikyuu woman is worthy of the Saiyan Prince! But, Kami, she looked good! What could be wrong with a little diversion?~~ As she brushed pass Vegeta to get a slice of lemon meringue pie, the heavenly scent of roses in summertime drifted up to him from her delicate skin.

As Bulma turned back around to sit down, she caught a glimpse of Vegeta shuttering a little. "Are you okay, Vegeta?"

"I am fine...mind your own business!" he snapped.

That was the last straw for Bulma. She was tired from her training; exhausted from getting up at 6AM only to go to sleep at 1AM, in order to organize this party and work as CEO for Capsule Corp. She had had enough!! With a swift hand, she took the lemon meringue slice, and threw it at Vegeta! It promptly hit with a **splat!**; the nose, those thick eyebrows, mouth, and most of his cheeks were covered with meringue and traces of lemon.

Vegeta had also had enough....he picked up his fifth hunk of triple layer fudge cake, walked over to Bulma, and promptly smeared the entire thing all over her neck, shoulders, and exposed neckline. This only infuriated her more! She reached over to the Boston creme pie, took the entire pie tin, and deposited it ,cream side down, on top of Vegeta's spikey hair!! He, in turn, grabbed more of the chocolate cake with both fists, and smeared them all over Bulma's arms, and over most of her face.

It continued this way for the better part of the hour until Bulma slipped down on the slick, meringue covered floor. She let out an 'Eep', and started to giggle. Vegeta just stopped, and frowned. He regarded that sugar covered little vixen, for a moment, before his frown was replaced with an evil smirk.....

"Vegeta, can you help me up?" she smiled. He would normally have let her wallow on the floor, but curiosity got the better of him.....he reached down with a strong hand, and helped Bulma back up to her feet, only to see her take a step and slip again. She immediately erupted with giggles; ~~it sounds musical~~ he thought....Once again, she was helped up with that strong hand, but this time muscular arms wrapped themselves around her waist.

Bulma didn't reply, but just stared up into two coal-black eyes; she saw a burning glint...an unholy mystery.....then she suddenly leaned forward and licked off some meringue that was on Vegeta's lips.....He was pushed past the point of no return.... Pulling her into a crushing embrace, he responded with a kiss, deepening it until they both pulled away a bit breathless and surprised.

"Vegeta, I...."

"Hush, Woman..." and once again Vegeta drew Bulma into a deep and passionate kiss. Bulma responded eagerly, her heart racing ....pounding in her ears. She drew away reluctantly breaking the kiss; a sudden urge pushing her..... Quite without knowing why, Bulma licked more of the meringue off of Vegeta's chin, and then bit down, with an almost affectionate bite. Vegeta's eyes snapped open in surprise! He responded by nipping the tip of her nose, licking a bit of the chocolate off as well. Little did Bulma know, she was beginning an ancient Saiyan ritual, one that would change her destiny, and Vegeta's, from that moment on.....The spell was broken when the doorbell started to chime loudly. Bulma, biting at her lower lip a bit, reluctantly pulled away from his embrace and slid from the kitchen, to the front door. When she opened it, she saw a VERY surprised Yamcha!

"Bulma, what in the name of Kami happened to you!?"

"Uh, I was doing a little baking, and it got messy....what are you doing here Yamcha?"

"Oh, well, umm, Puar and I were heading into town to see a movie, and wanted to know if you'd like to join us."

"No thanks, Yamcha. I have a lot to do for the Halloween Party; between the Company and that, there's very little time left for recreation......"

"Okay, well, we'll take a raincheck okay? See ya at the party!"

Bulma shut the door; an audible click resounded throughout the entry way. She turned abruptly around to see Vegeta, arms folded once again at his chest, staring at her....His head was tilted a bit; as if studying her for something......

Bulma, hastily retreated up the stairs; fairly running for her life to her shower. All of this was just a little TOO intense, to say the least....she knew what was developing.....it was feelings....feelings for the enigmatic Saiyan, and it left an unsettling sensation within her.

Vegeta stood for a moment watching Bulma's lithe, sticky figure ascending the stairs. ~~Well, this had certainly become
interesting.....it called for further research....if anything, this could prove to be a great amusement between training times~~ and with that thought, he went to seek out his own room and shower.


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The exhausted Chi-Chi finally made it home with Goku in tow. There had really not been much to choose from in the entire mall and it wasn't until they reached the last store, a theatre costume shop, that she found something adequate.

Chi-chi had finally settled on a simple silver jumpsuit. Goku could wear one of those suits from Bulma's, it would fit him much better than it had her. Gohan would have to wear that gear he picked up on Namek. With masks to match each of their outfits, they would resemble an 'outer-space family'. Piccolo's turban jewel, fake sword, and green sequin mask were easy to find. Now all that remained was to call Bulma to see if there was any need to cook for this Halloween Party.

****RING, RING, RING******

****RING, RING, RING******

"Hello....you have reached the Brief's residence....we are unable to get to the phone right now, but if you will leave your name and number at the tone, we will be glad to return your call....." intoned the answering machine..

****BEEP*****

"Bulma, this is Chi-Chi...you must still be out shopping for the party...If you decide not to cater, call me and I will help what I can with food preparations....Ja 'ne"

****CLICK*****

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Well, well, well......a whip, handcuffs, and an 'executioner'? What about Vegeta?....Is he working his 'Vampyric Charms' on Bulma only to drain her of precious life? Next: decorator's frenzy, schemes revealed, costumes take shape, and the big night looms dangerously close......Stay tuned for the next installment of FRIGHT NIGHT AT CAPSULE CORP/HALLOWEEN PARTY!!

(Sorry about cliff hangers guys, but this is just the tip of the iceberg.....the actual Halloween Night will knock your socks off.....)