Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Fright Night at Capsule Corporation ❯ You're Building A Mystery ( Chapter 7 )
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By: Jubei_chan 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance / | Type: Songfic | Uploaded On: 09.06.2003 | Pages: 5 | Words: 5.2K | Visits: 485 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance / | Type: Songfic | Uploaded On: 09.06.2003 | Pages: 5 | Words: 5.2K | Visits: 485 | Status: Completed
Hi to all once again all!!! Many grateful thanx goes to all you who read and review! The last bits of eye of newt, and oil of boil has been added to my old story cauldron....(**mixed lightly, so as not to bruise**)....it's really beginning to boil!! Hope you are enjoying the story so far!
WARNING: This installment has a bit of song fic-ness around the edges........ Vegeta makes costume arrangements, Bulma has a pow-wow with the senshi, Yamcha gets a DATE for Bulma's party? (uh oh), and the girls give Jason a 'free show'! DISCLAIMER: Dragonball Z is not owned by me; it belongs to Akira Toriyama,
Viz Communications, FUNimation, TOEI Entertainment, etc. etc. etc.....The song, and lyrics 'Building A Mystery' and the album ' Surfacing ' belongs to Sarah McLaughlin - give her all the credit......Monique, Jason, Ursula, Dina, Devon <thats a girl name in this story line>, the Chief and Kira are mine to control as I will....Hope you all enjoy this next bit of fluff...
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And Now For the Story:
FRIGHT NIGHT AT CAPSULE CORPORATION/ A HALLOWEEN PARTY....PART 7: ' You're Building A Mystery....' (Song belongs to Sarah McLaughlin)
The sky was upturned into grey angry clouds. Rain fell in torrents, battering at the window panes. Bulma awoke to the blare of her screeching alarm.... ~~Kami, what time is it anyway?~~ Taking the time to vigorously rub her eyes with her fists, she took a squinty-eyed look at the clock on her vanity.... ~~It's only 6AM! Oh, shimatta, it WOULD have to rain on a day that I call a meeting with our beloved senshi.....~~ Reluctantly, she swung her shapely legs over the side of the bed, and braced herself for the day....this was NOT going to be easy. ~~Oh, well, I have been through worse~~ and with that thought she made her way to her closet.
The walk to the closet was long, mainly because she reached her hands behind her head, yawning and stretching; pushing one leg back, then the next....very much like a kitten when it first wakes up. Once the closet door opened, she heaved a sigh, and began delving into the many drawers and compartments to find something to wear for the day.
She bit her bottom lip trying to decided on whether or not to wear her favorite teal suede dress. The suede was velvety to the touch, and had fringe which decorated the three quarter-length sleeves, the low-scooped round neckline, and hem. It was a little short, even with the fringe - still coming high up the mid-thigh, but with her black fish-net stockings and some slick black, knee-high boots (that had an awesome thick wedge heel), it would be comfortable and fashionable. "Might as well, not like I'll really be going out too much." she thought aloud.
With this, Bulma shimmyed into the outfit, and headed downstairs in a skip-bounding motion. She immediately headed to the kitchen, in order to start breakfast. She knew Vegeta was probably up training, but it wouldn't hurt to be ready with something, and she could even go out to see if he would like some. It'd be a good excuse to maybe get an edge on what was nagging at her subconscience. Damn rain....
Clanging pans, and pots, Bulma started on what was probably her most edible meal to date. She stir-fried little sausage rounds; warmed a shredded potato dish sprinkled with cheese in the convection oven, and proceeded to cook a massive vat of scrambled eggs on the stove. When she finished this, she could whip up the pancakes, and then go out the gravity room, to announce to His Royal 'Bakayaro' Highness that breakfast was served.....
Bulma put everything on the buffet counter, and programed the servo-bots to keep everything warm while she found Vegeta. Her woman's intuition told her that he was probably at the Gravity Room, so that was the first stop. She pulled on her teal rainslicker, and headed toward the Gravity Room Pod. Fluorescent illumination from the portholes of the Gravity Room cast an eerie glow out on the wet lawn....he had to be in there....he never really left lights on when he was finished. She quietly made her way up to the ramp that let to the Gravity Room entrance. Near the door was one of the portholes, allowing any outsider a peek. She took her sleeve, and wiped off some of the thick raindrops that coated the glass. When she looked inside, her heart skipped a beat.....There was Vegeta, sound asleep in a lotus position, and for all she could tell he was snoring. ~~He's so overworked....he worries far too much about the Androids~~ She was also a little perturbed at the thought,~~If he would just do as he is told, and not overwork....~~ She decided it was best to wake him up...it couldn't be comfortable sleeping like that. Carefully checking to make sure that the gravity level was at normal range; she proceeded.
Bulma worked the door handle slowly, so as not to cause any sound, carefully opened the door outward and stood for a moment to listen. ~~Yes, he's still snoring....he's still asleep~~, and with that thought, she stepped in silently, turned and shut the door. She approached the sleeping form of the Prince ever so carefully.....
"Vegeta...."whispered Bulma. ~~Damn rain, the floor is getting soaked! Damn Vegeta for making me worry!!~~
"Vegeta, wake up! " Bulma whispered a little louder, as she tapped his shoulder with a slender finger.
Before she could whisper again, the Saiyan Prince's eye shot open, and with lightening fast reflexes, he had her pinned down on the Gravity Room floor before she could take another breath.
"What in the name of Vegeta-Sei do you think you are doing?!" he growled through bared teeth, canines gleaming a bit.
"Shimatta, Vegeta, could you let me up, please?! Your killing my arm!!!!" shrieked Bulma. After a moment of hesitation, he let loose of her....She struggled into a sitting position, meanwhile rubbing at her arm, "Your such a baka...you fell asleep and I just wanted to know if you wanted breakfast..."
"Not if YOU made it, kuso...."he hissed. He was really angry with her...he could have killed her; she should NEVER sneak up on him like that!!
"Fine, Vegeta, are we gonna go through this again?" quered Bulma as she rolled her eyes. "If so, let me save you the trouble...you think I'm a baka onna, and I think your a bakayaro. You think my cooking stinks and don't have time for me to poison you; I think your an arrogant jerk that needs to have his head examined. Yada, yada, yada....How'm I doin' so far?"
She struggled to her feet, slipping a bit in the process and revealing a great deal of her body; unbeknownst to her, and yet VERY apparent to Vegeta.
Vegeta was a little amused by all this; he smirked with appreciation of the 'view' and her speech, "Besides the fact that you can't keep your loud trap shut, you're doing admirably, for a human!"
"Great, now that we have the morning recreation over...." and before she said anymore, she grabbed his hand. She pulled at him to get him up off the floor; he allowed her that, still with a self-satisfied smirk on his face.
"C'mon, it may be bad food, but its food....besides, I'm even gonna eat it, so if someone is gonna die, it'll be both of us...guess I have a death wish, huh?" she finished this with a wry smile of her own.
~~ She is in a rare humor this morning....let's see where this leads....~~ thought the Saiyan Prince. He simply nodded to her, and allowed her to lead him to the Capsule Corporation main complex. " I'm sorry I didn't bring you anything to cover you from the rain..."
"I don't melt, woman.....hurry up..."
Once inside, she quickly yanked off her raingear, and hung it up on the halltree in the entryway.
Bulma proceeded to the kitchen, and, and pulled up two seats for them near the buffet. She laid a huge empty platter in front of Vegeta, and a rather dainty little dessert size plate for herself on the bar. "Okay, well dig in...." was all that she said. Vegeta really didn't need much encouragement....he was starving, and would have eaten anything at that point....well, ALMOST anything...
Grabbing huge helpings of the potato dish, the sausage, eggs, and two heaping stacks of pancakes, Vegeta proceeded to inhale the entire platter, and Bulma could only stare amazed. Oh, sure she had seen Goku and Vegeta eat on numerous occassions; it just never failed to amaze her just HOW much they could consume in a single sitting....she stared down at her own plate....she had placed one small pancake, two small sausage rounds, a tablespoon of eggs, and a black cup of coffee, no sugar.
"No wonder when you train, you never get anywhere.....you eat like a bird" scowled Vegeta, mouth still a bit full. He had polished off that platter, and was now working on a second platter, filled like the first.
"My stomach could never handle a lot of food...." she stated quietly.
"Pah! No wonder you are so weak, onna!"
"Well, my eating habits, nor my physical condition are up for discussion this morning....what IS up for discussion is your costume for the party!"
At this Vegeta stopped eating....he HAD been wondering how to go about assembling the necessary clothes...
Sipping on her coffee, she peered over the rim up at Vegeta to inquire, "What are you going to be, a Vampyre or something?" ~~Now where did that come from?~~ she thought to herself.
Vegeta glared at her sharply, narrowing his eyes and studying her intently......
"What?! What'd I say now?!"
"Nothing, woman...shut your trap. As a matter of fact, yes, I have decided on that creature called a 'Vampyre'..." he continued to glare at her, challenging her to may a snide remark if she dared...
"That's fine, Vegeta....That's a very cool character....I think Dad had a pair of tux pants that were too big for last year's Christmas Party...that should fit you perfectly....He also has an opera cape, although he never uses it 'cause he doesn't go really...but Mom insisted he have one in case....Oooh! And a poet's shirt......"
"Can't you quit babbling for once? Just get the damn clothing without all of this incessant noise!"
Bulma was determined not to be goaded into a fight...that would be 'playing HIS game'....~~Oh, no, my Prince, I'm gonna make you die from curiosity, rather than give in...~~ and with that thought she slowly.....EVER so slowly got up and sauntered up to him. Lazily tracing a soft finger on his jawline, she lowered her lips to his, and kissed him with deep passion. Vegeta found himself caught off guard once again....and also responding....Bulma broke away, and whispered into his sensitive ear, "Hhmmm, your wish is my command, my Prince..."....And with that, Bulma seductively left the room toward the upstairs to retrieve the clothes.
Vegeta just stared unbelievably after the retreating Bulma....then his eyes narrowed ever so slightly, ~~Just what are you up to now, sweet little majo? ~~
With that thought, he got up to leave for his training once more.
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Bulma carefully laid out the tuxedo pants, its red cumberbund, the cape and even a black satin mask to complete the costume. She even dug around one of the old boxes from a couple of Halloween's ago and found a poet shirt that should just fit Vegeta... ~~Good! That'll save a trip to the Mall again!~~ With that errand out of the way, she got herself ready for the next ordeal....the Senshi meeting.
****RING, RING, RING********
Bulma hastily grabbed at her bedroom phone....~~this BETTER not be a cancellation!~~
"Moshi, Moshi!"
"Uhm, Bulma? Hi ya, babe, this is Yamcha!"
"Oh....Hi, Yamcha.....What going on?"
"Well, I was just wondering, would it be okay if I brought a friend along to your Halloween Party?" his voice shaking just a bit.
~~A friend, eh....wonder who she is....~~ Bulma thought. "I don't know, Yamcha, that might not be such a good idea...."
"Why not, Bulma? I mean you gonna have tons of other people there, right?"
"Yeah, but what's that got to do with it....I mean, this is mainly for friends and employees of Capsule Corporation."
"Well, I am you friend, right?"
~~ Not right now, jerk...but I can't endanger this mission....~~ "Well, Yamcha, if you insist...."
"That's great Bulma! Kira and I will be there at 10 o'clock, okay?"
"Whatever, Yamcha....yeah, that'll be great....see you then.." and before Yamcha could say much more, Bulma slammed down the phone. ~~Bakayaro is bringing a date to MY party.....well, we'll see how you like it, Yamcha, when you little 'date' sees what is in store for you~~ and with an evil little chuckle, Bulma headed back downstairs to start preparations for her meeting with the senshi.
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Bulma hastily checked the kitchen wall clock once more...~~ 10 o'clock....I've got loads of time....guess I COULD get a little work done in the lab.....~~ and with that, she trudged out past the Gravity Room to her small work-lab. The rain had stopped a few hours ago, but the steel-grey sky, was there to stay.
Bulma's lab, at first glance, was a study in confusion. Massive, and diminuative machine parts lay everywhere; if one didn't know any better, you could swear a computer manufacturing plant had exploded and flung all of its remains around.....But there was a method to the madness, at least where Bulma was concerned. From this heap of computerized discombobulation, came some of the best inventions; the very existance of Capsule Corporation....
Her hands quickly fell to work on one of the many destroyed bots that Vegeta so generously provided. It seemed he never tired in giving her and her father 'work' to do....yet, the work was stimulating; it challenged the mind to create a better and more indestructable device.....After a few minutes of quick tinkering, and a few final adjustments, Bulma had the bot ready for Vegeta's next 'training' session....no doubt it would be on the blink again after he was through....It was at this thought, that she decided to invite him to the senshi meeting. She knew that it could hold no possible interest for him, except for Goku and the food. Nonetheless, it was important that everyone attend....He most certainly wouldn't involve himself in her and the girls' 'plans' for Yamcha....he had nothing but contempt for Yamcha and all humans for that matter......
~~ Kami, I'm sore from all this concentrated work....~~ as she rubbed her upper arms. Shrugging off her lab coat, and placing it on the familiar hook behind her office door, she quickly opened the door, and headed for the Gravity Room once again in search of the Saiyan Prince.
****BANG, BANG, BANG***** Bulma's fist hammered against the metallic door of the Gravity Room with a reverberating clang.
"BAKAYARO..KUSO..SHIMATTA!!!!!" spat Vegeta....These damned intrusions were getting tiresome! He was tempted to ki blast the next thing he saw...He flung open the door with such vehemence, that it cracked both hinges, causing the door to lurch dangerously to one side....
"WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS!!!! WHAT DO YOU WANT, BAKA ONNA!!!" he shouted...
"WELL, IF YOU WOULD STOP SHOUTING AT ME, YOU JERK, I WOULD TELL YOU!!!......GEEZ!" Bulma screamed with her little hands bunched in tight fists.....~~Damn him!!~~
Taking a deep breath in order to compose herself, Bulma quickly rattled out "Vegeta, I am having a meeting with the other senshi, and I would like it if you would come as well...."
"You DARE to interrupt my training for something as STUPID as THAT?? What possible interest would I have in anything that YOU have to say, or with those other pathetic weaklings?"
"Well, for starters, I am serving a HUGE catered lunch......"
"What of it, onna?" at the mention of food, Vegeta's stomach let out a telltale rumble....
"Well, I am sure you have to eat at some point....AND if you will let me finish - Goku will be there as well, and maybe he would like to spar with you after the meeting." ~~ That should get you there, Vegeta...~~
"Hhmphf......Yes, woman, it will 'get me there' ,as you say.....I will attend, IF I must...." smirked Vegeta. A good sparring session with that baka Kakkarot would greatly improve the situation.....
"Well, then you have made my day SO much better..." she said, a cute, dimpled smirk of her own shadowing her face. Not to be out done, though, Bulma stepped up closer to him, lay her small hands on his muscular chest....it was slick with the sweat of his workout. She leaned in whispering in that sensitive ear of his, "I'll see you there, luv"...and with that Bulma sauntered her way back to the main building....
~~ Why you little minx! No matter, you will be mine soon enough.....~~ Vegeta thought, with his own positively vicious grin. He was beginning to enjoy this little game of 'cat and mouse' .
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The Corporate Dining Hall/Conference Room of Capsule Corporation was quite large....and for the task at hand, it would be perfect. Large appetites would be descending on the little luncheon which would required quite copious amounts of food, and space. Bulma wanted to keep everyone in this room with absolutely no interruptions; it was imperative that she have their full and undivided attention.
As the caterers laid out the food, and supplies along the buffet tables set up at the far end of the conference hall, Bulma went towards the front entry doors to greet guests. The first to arrive was Krillian, Master Roshi, Tien, and Chaotzu.
"Hi Bulma!" spouted Chaotzu cheerfully. Tien, followed, and merely smiled in greeting. He really never spoke too often....when he did speak, it was usually of great importance or concern.
"Hiya, Bulma! Howza 'bout a hug?" Master Roshi leered.
"Thanks, but no thanks" said Bulma, dodging a quick grab of Master Roshi's hands. He could be such a hentai! "Just go on in to the Conference Room, you guys, and make yourselves confortable. I'll be there in a bit..." and with that Bulma went back to the door to let in the others, who had just arrived.
After giving Chi-Chi, Gohan, and Goku big hugs, she led them all into the Conference Room. Piccolo followed silently behind the Son Family, as elusive as ever..... ~~Damn Vegeta!!~~ thought Bulma, ~~He said he'd be here and ......~~ but before she could finish, in strolled Vegeta, with that rather aloof manner of his...
"What are you doing here, Vegeta?" grumbled Piccolo.
"Same as you, Namek, to eat, and find out what nonsense this onna has to tell everyone!"
"Hhhmpf..." and with that Piccolo merely levitated to the farthest corner from the Saiyan Prince, and fell back to meditation.
"Hey, guys, where's Yamcha....?" Krillian asked.
"He won't be here for today, Krillian. It is one of the reasons you were asked here today...." Bulma took a deep breath, "Okay, everyone, I asked you here to fill you in on the Halloween Party." Bulma held up both palms before any protest could be given, " Now it may seem frivolous, but I need to inform everyone of an attack that will occur."
"What?!" roared Piccolo, Krillian and Tien in unison.
"What attack, woman, and why was I not informed of this sooner?" growled Vegeta.
"If you all will wait, I will explain....It is not your 'ordinary' attack. It deals with giving someone a lesson; an instructional, and useful lesson in the art of fair play. And Yamcha will be the target."
Audible gasps could be heard from everyone, except, of course, Piccolo and Vegeta. " This is a personal attack waged by 5 women....." and with that, Bulma laid out just exactly what Jason, Monique, Devon, Dina, Ursula, and herself had 'planned' for Yamcha.
"The reason you are being told at all is we want no interference from the senshi during this object lesson. No one will really be harmed...." Bulma finished.
"Isn't it just a bit excessive, Bulma?" inquired Chi-Chi.
"Not really...... when you take into account the number of people that he has hurt, it stands to reason that a little revenge is in order. With the upcoming battle of the Androids, we don't have time for someone whose priorities are out of whack....he is more interested in his own pleasures than in what is the greater good....When these Androids come, there will be no time for frivolous desires, or careless mistakes....it will get someone killed. No.....Yamcha needs to learn a lesson in survival, the common good, and how to concentrate on a mission; whether it be personal or public."
Everyone remained silent for a moment, not really sure what to say to that.....
It was Goku who broke the silence, "Well, Bulma, this is really your personal business with Yamcha....as far as I'm concerned, there will be no need for interference....Yamcha is a big boy and can take care of himself for the most part. I do agree with you on what you have said, maybe just not the way your going about it."
The others murmured they're agreement with Goku.
"Well, Son-kun, I appreciate that....you all are very important to me, but this is something I need to settle."
"Woman, if all of this sickening display of emotions is quite finished; can we at least salvage this useless meeting and eat?" Vegeta snorted.
Everyone glared at the arrogant Saiyan Prince.
So it came as a great shock, especially to Vegeta, when they heard Bulma bust out into peels of laughter, "Yes, Vegeta, by all means lets pig out!!"
Goku was the first to dive in, followed by Vegeta, Master Roshi, and Gohan. The others managed to bring up the rear of the line and get some food. All in all, Bulma felt the meeting went rather well.
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When the senshi finally bustled out of Capsule Corporation, it was nearly 3:30 in the afternoon and almost time for her 'training session'. Vegeta was already off sparring with Goku; so she would have the whole house to herself and her team until about 8PM. Chi-Chi always put limits on Goku, especially with sparring, and she had made the eight o'clock curfew in order to keep some kind of 'control' of her battle-happy family.
Jason, Dina, Devon, Ursula, and Monique arrived shortly after 4 o'clock. Bulma immediately filled them in on Yamcha's last phone call.
"You mean that slimeball is bringing a DATE to YOUR party?" raged Jason.
Bulma simply nodded. " It really beats all records in running, jumping, or standing gall..."
"That kuso is gonna pay!!" Jason bellowed.
"Look, hon', just calm down. Revenge is a dish best served cold....no sense in heating it up with your temper...we'll get him soon enough," reasoned Monique, placing a calming hand on Jason's shaking arm.
"Bulma, did the senshi seem bothered by what we are planning? We really don't need any problems cropping up with all the latest developments surfacing..." Devon put in quietly.
"Well, Devon, truthfully, they were not exactly sure it was the best alternative, but they don't intend to interfere....The meeting went smoothly. They agreed that this was really a personal problem between Yamcha, me, and you all. I did point out that if he was to be valuable to the senshi, it would be best for him to learn not to be so selfish to hurt others carelessly due to his carousing....The senshi are suppose to be a special forces unit to help protect society....a 'super-army' of sorts. If a man is chasing skirts all over town, he certainly isn't disiplined enough to have thousands of people trust their lives in his hands!" Bulma said.
"He'd have been kicked off the force with that kind of shimatta attitude..." growled Jason. He began crushing a metal table leg on an empty chair. Once again, Monique went over to Jason, and this time put her arms around him..
"Jason, hon', please....Bulma's gonna need chairs for people to sit in someday...if you go crushing all of them.....well, you know...." Monique said in her most calming voice.
"Sorry, Bulma, it's just that bakayaro has some damn nerve to do this to you..." fumed Jason.
"It's okay, to be honest with you I'm kinda glad that he IS bringing a date. This girl see Yamcha for what he really is and what he had done in the past. She'll probably ditch him right there at the party as fast as she can....it will make our little attack plan just that much better, don't you think?"
"Exactly! Hey, let's get to work! I brought my killer costume, and Jason hasn't seen any of our stuff...has he seen yours Monique?" chimed in Dina.
"Nope, wouldn't let him take a peep; although he was dying too! Today he gets his chance!"
"And, Jason, we want you to sit in a chair in about the same location that Yamcha will be in....we'll do our stuff and you let us know what you think, okay?" Bulma said with a mischievious smile.
"No problem, babe! You girls are the most important thing to me, and anything that'll put a nail in that baka's coffin, then count me in! grinned Jason.
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Needless to say, the dress rehearsal went well.....Jason had to be physically lifted and helped to Monique's car by all five girls and a couple of the servo-bots. All the girls hugged and waved goodbye. They agreed that the morning of the party they would have one more dry run. Just as they were leaving, Jason stuck his head out of the passenger window (after rehearsal he DEFINITELY couldn't drive) and called out to Bulma weakly, "Bulma, he doesn't stand a chance....if it did this to me, he will probably end up in a hospital..." and with that they all sped away.
Bulma just giggled to herself, as she made her way back inside.......
When she got indoors, Bulma closed the door quiet with a slight audible click. Looking at the kitchen clock, she could see it was just 8 o'clock...
******RING, RING, RING*******
~~Kami, NOW what?~~
"Moshi, Moshi!"
"Hi honey, it's Mom! Just wanted to know how everything was....."
"Oh, it's great Mom....I've got a little get together planned for Halloween, that will also include Company people, so I have everything covered. How's the cruise going?"
"Well, that's why I'm callin' sweetie! Your Dad and I are having SUCH a marvey time; so we've decided to extend our trip. We've decided to take a world cruise! Unfortunately we won't be home until after Valentine's Day sometime.....but you could join us at a port if you'd like; I could give you our itinerary!"
"Well, Mom, sounds super, but to be honest, I really want to take it easy. I have to be here anyway for the Company....after all I'm CEO now....but you guys have fun...I'll probably have Son-kun and everyone over for the Holidays, okay?"
"Okay, sweetie, if that's what will make you happiest! You want to talk to Dad?"
"Sure............Hey Dad!"
"Hey, hon'....everything going okay?"
"Yeah, Dad....I've got all the bases covered.....you all have a wonderful time and I love you!"
"We love you too, hon'. Take care, and you have the ship to shore line to reach us if there's a problem."
"Okay, Dad, give Mom my love......Ja' ne!"
With that, Bulma headed upstairs for a much needed shower.
Bulma took off the bulky clothes, and temporarily folded them on a nearby vanity chair. She padded over to her CD player on the vanity, and put in her favorite Sarah McLaughlin album, 'Surfacing'. Her most favorite song, which she put on constant repeat, was 'Building a Mystery'....it reminded her of someone.....she just couldn't put her finger on who....... She stepped into the shower, after a time consuming adjustment to the water temperature, and let the water massage her skin like millions of fingers. She started to sway in rhythm to the music in the shower..........
Vegeta strolled upstairs to take a much need shower from his sparring session with Kakkarot, when he heard the strains of music and listened very carefully at Bulma's door.......
You come out at Night,
That's when the energy comes,
And the Dark Side's light,
And the Vampires roam.
You strut your Rasta wear;
And your suicide poem,
And a cross from a faith,
That died before Jesus came.......
You're Building a Mystery.....
You live in a church,
Where you sleep with voodoo dolls;
And you won't give up the search
For the ghosts in the halls.
You wear sandals in the snow,
And a smile that won't wash away.
Can you look out the window
Without your shadow getting in the way?
You're so beautiful,
With an Edge and a Charm;
And so careful,
When I'm in your arms.......
'Cause you're working,
Building a Mystery,
Holding on and Holding it in;
Yeah you're working,
Building a Mystery,
And choosing so carefully.........
You woke up screaming aloud;
A prayer from your secret god...
You Feed off our Fears,
And hold back your Tears, Oh......
You give us a tantrum;
And a know it all grin,
Just when we need one;
When the evening's thin.......
You're a beautiful;
A beautiful f***ed up man.
You're setting up your,
Razor wire shrine.
'Cause you're working,
Building a Mystery,
Holding on and Holding it in;
Yeah you're working,
Building a Mystery,
And choosing so carefully.........
Ooo you're working,
Building a Mystery........
Holding on and Holding it in;
Yeah you're working,
Building a Mystery,
And choosing so carefully.........
Yeah you're working,
Building a Mystery,
Holding on and Holding it in;
Yeah you're working,
Building a Mystery,
And choosing so carefully.........
You're Building a Mystery.........
And just as the beginning chords started to repeat again, he heard Bulma breath out a breathy sigh, "Oh, Vegeta, we have to finish this strange connection I feel growing between us.............please, luv.................."
The music and her words tugged at a deep core in Vegeta soul; he leaned against the door carefully whispering, "We will, woman, we will..............."
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Next time on FRIGHT NIGHT AT CAPSULE CORPORATION/ A HALLOWEEN PARTY:
IT'S THE BIG NIGHT! HALLOWEEN!! Prepare for the unexpected! Bulma and the girls are even in for a few surprises! And so is Vegeta.......
WARNING: This installment has a bit of song fic-ness around the edges........ Vegeta makes costume arrangements, Bulma has a pow-wow with the senshi, Yamcha gets a DATE for Bulma's party? (uh oh), and the girls give Jason a 'free show'! DISCLAIMER: Dragonball Z is not owned by me; it belongs to Akira Toriyama,
Viz Communications, FUNimation, TOEI Entertainment, etc. etc. etc.....The song, and lyrics 'Building A Mystery' and the album ' Surfacing ' belongs to Sarah McLaughlin - give her all the credit......Monique, Jason, Ursula, Dina, Devon <thats a girl name in this story line>, the Chief and Kira are mine to control as I will....Hope you all enjoy this next bit of fluff...
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And Now For the Story:
FRIGHT NIGHT AT CAPSULE CORPORATION/ A HALLOWEEN PARTY....PART 7: ' You're Building A Mystery....' (Song belongs to Sarah McLaughlin)
The sky was upturned into grey angry clouds. Rain fell in torrents, battering at the window panes. Bulma awoke to the blare of her screeching alarm.... ~~Kami, what time is it anyway?~~ Taking the time to vigorously rub her eyes with her fists, she took a squinty-eyed look at the clock on her vanity.... ~~It's only 6AM! Oh, shimatta, it WOULD have to rain on a day that I call a meeting with our beloved senshi.....~~ Reluctantly, she swung her shapely legs over the side of the bed, and braced herself for the day....this was NOT going to be easy. ~~Oh, well, I have been through worse~~ and with that thought she made her way to her closet.
The walk to the closet was long, mainly because she reached her hands behind her head, yawning and stretching; pushing one leg back, then the next....very much like a kitten when it first wakes up. Once the closet door opened, she heaved a sigh, and began delving into the many drawers and compartments to find something to wear for the day.
She bit her bottom lip trying to decided on whether or not to wear her favorite teal suede dress. The suede was velvety to the touch, and had fringe which decorated the three quarter-length sleeves, the low-scooped round neckline, and hem. It was a little short, even with the fringe - still coming high up the mid-thigh, but with her black fish-net stockings and some slick black, knee-high boots (that had an awesome thick wedge heel), it would be comfortable and fashionable. "Might as well, not like I'll really be going out too much." she thought aloud.
With this, Bulma shimmyed into the outfit, and headed downstairs in a skip-bounding motion. She immediately headed to the kitchen, in order to start breakfast. She knew Vegeta was probably up training, but it wouldn't hurt to be ready with something, and she could even go out to see if he would like some. It'd be a good excuse to maybe get an edge on what was nagging at her subconscience. Damn rain....
Clanging pans, and pots, Bulma started on what was probably her most edible meal to date. She stir-fried little sausage rounds; warmed a shredded potato dish sprinkled with cheese in the convection oven, and proceeded to cook a massive vat of scrambled eggs on the stove. When she finished this, she could whip up the pancakes, and then go out the gravity room, to announce to His Royal 'Bakayaro' Highness that breakfast was served.....
Bulma put everything on the buffet counter, and programed the servo-bots to keep everything warm while she found Vegeta. Her woman's intuition told her that he was probably at the Gravity Room, so that was the first stop. She pulled on her teal rainslicker, and headed toward the Gravity Room Pod. Fluorescent illumination from the portholes of the Gravity Room cast an eerie glow out on the wet lawn....he had to be in there....he never really left lights on when he was finished. She quietly made her way up to the ramp that let to the Gravity Room entrance. Near the door was one of the portholes, allowing any outsider a peek. She took her sleeve, and wiped off some of the thick raindrops that coated the glass. When she looked inside, her heart skipped a beat.....There was Vegeta, sound asleep in a lotus position, and for all she could tell he was snoring. ~~He's so overworked....he worries far too much about the Androids~~ She was also a little perturbed at the thought,~~If he would just do as he is told, and not overwork....~~ She decided it was best to wake him up...it couldn't be comfortable sleeping like that. Carefully checking to make sure that the gravity level was at normal range; she proceeded.
Bulma worked the door handle slowly, so as not to cause any sound, carefully opened the door outward and stood for a moment to listen. ~~Yes, he's still snoring....he's still asleep~~, and with that thought, she stepped in silently, turned and shut the door. She approached the sleeping form of the Prince ever so carefully.....
"Vegeta...."whispered Bulma. ~~Damn rain, the floor is getting soaked! Damn Vegeta for making me worry!!~~
"Vegeta, wake up! " Bulma whispered a little louder, as she tapped his shoulder with a slender finger.
Before she could whisper again, the Saiyan Prince's eye shot open, and with lightening fast reflexes, he had her pinned down on the Gravity Room floor before she could take another breath.
"What in the name of Vegeta-Sei do you think you are doing?!" he growled through bared teeth, canines gleaming a bit.
"Shimatta, Vegeta, could you let me up, please?! Your killing my arm!!!!" shrieked Bulma. After a moment of hesitation, he let loose of her....She struggled into a sitting position, meanwhile rubbing at her arm, "Your such a baka...you fell asleep and I just wanted to know if you wanted breakfast..."
"Not if YOU made it, kuso...."he hissed. He was really angry with her...he could have killed her; she should NEVER sneak up on him like that!!
"Fine, Vegeta, are we gonna go through this again?" quered Bulma as she rolled her eyes. "If so, let me save you the trouble...you think I'm a baka onna, and I think your a bakayaro. You think my cooking stinks and don't have time for me to poison you; I think your an arrogant jerk that needs to have his head examined. Yada, yada, yada....How'm I doin' so far?"
She struggled to her feet, slipping a bit in the process and revealing a great deal of her body; unbeknownst to her, and yet VERY apparent to Vegeta.
Vegeta was a little amused by all this; he smirked with appreciation of the 'view' and her speech, "Besides the fact that you can't keep your loud trap shut, you're doing admirably, for a human!"
"Great, now that we have the morning recreation over...." and before she said anymore, she grabbed his hand. She pulled at him to get him up off the floor; he allowed her that, still with a self-satisfied smirk on his face.
"C'mon, it may be bad food, but its food....besides, I'm even gonna eat it, so if someone is gonna die, it'll be both of us...guess I have a death wish, huh?" she finished this with a wry smile of her own.
~~ She is in a rare humor this morning....let's see where this leads....~~ thought the Saiyan Prince. He simply nodded to her, and allowed her to lead him to the Capsule Corporation main complex. " I'm sorry I didn't bring you anything to cover you from the rain..."
"I don't melt, woman.....hurry up..."
Once inside, she quickly yanked off her raingear, and hung it up on the halltree in the entryway.
Bulma proceeded to the kitchen, and, and pulled up two seats for them near the buffet. She laid a huge empty platter in front of Vegeta, and a rather dainty little dessert size plate for herself on the bar. "Okay, well dig in...." was all that she said. Vegeta really didn't need much encouragement....he was starving, and would have eaten anything at that point....well, ALMOST anything...
Grabbing huge helpings of the potato dish, the sausage, eggs, and two heaping stacks of pancakes, Vegeta proceeded to inhale the entire platter, and Bulma could only stare amazed. Oh, sure she had seen Goku and Vegeta eat on numerous occassions; it just never failed to amaze her just HOW much they could consume in a single sitting....she stared down at her own plate....she had placed one small pancake, two small sausage rounds, a tablespoon of eggs, and a black cup of coffee, no sugar.
"No wonder when you train, you never get anywhere.....you eat like a bird" scowled Vegeta, mouth still a bit full. He had polished off that platter, and was now working on a second platter, filled like the first.
"My stomach could never handle a lot of food...." she stated quietly.
"Pah! No wonder you are so weak, onna!"
"Well, my eating habits, nor my physical condition are up for discussion this morning....what IS up for discussion is your costume for the party!"
At this Vegeta stopped eating....he HAD been wondering how to go about assembling the necessary clothes...
Sipping on her coffee, she peered over the rim up at Vegeta to inquire, "What are you going to be, a Vampyre or something?" ~~Now where did that come from?~~ she thought to herself.
Vegeta glared at her sharply, narrowing his eyes and studying her intently......
"What?! What'd I say now?!"
"Nothing, woman...shut your trap. As a matter of fact, yes, I have decided on that creature called a 'Vampyre'..." he continued to glare at her, challenging her to may a snide remark if she dared...
"That's fine, Vegeta....That's a very cool character....I think Dad had a pair of tux pants that were too big for last year's Christmas Party...that should fit you perfectly....He also has an opera cape, although he never uses it 'cause he doesn't go really...but Mom insisted he have one in case....Oooh! And a poet's shirt......"
"Can't you quit babbling for once? Just get the damn clothing without all of this incessant noise!"
Bulma was determined not to be goaded into a fight...that would be 'playing HIS game'....~~Oh, no, my Prince, I'm gonna make you die from curiosity, rather than give in...~~ and with that thought she slowly.....EVER so slowly got up and sauntered up to him. Lazily tracing a soft finger on his jawline, she lowered her lips to his, and kissed him with deep passion. Vegeta found himself caught off guard once again....and also responding....Bulma broke away, and whispered into his sensitive ear, "Hhmmm, your wish is my command, my Prince..."....And with that, Bulma seductively left the room toward the upstairs to retrieve the clothes.
Vegeta just stared unbelievably after the retreating Bulma....then his eyes narrowed ever so slightly, ~~Just what are you up to now, sweet little majo? ~~
With that thought, he got up to leave for his training once more.
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Bulma carefully laid out the tuxedo pants, its red cumberbund, the cape and even a black satin mask to complete the costume. She even dug around one of the old boxes from a couple of Halloween's ago and found a poet shirt that should just fit Vegeta... ~~Good! That'll save a trip to the Mall again!~~ With that errand out of the way, she got herself ready for the next ordeal....the Senshi meeting.
****RING, RING, RING********
Bulma hastily grabbed at her bedroom phone....~~this BETTER not be a cancellation!~~
"Moshi, Moshi!"
"Uhm, Bulma? Hi ya, babe, this is Yamcha!"
"Oh....Hi, Yamcha.....What going on?"
"Well, I was just wondering, would it be okay if I brought a friend along to your Halloween Party?" his voice shaking just a bit.
~~A friend, eh....wonder who she is....~~ Bulma thought. "I don't know, Yamcha, that might not be such a good idea...."
"Why not, Bulma? I mean you gonna have tons of other people there, right?"
"Yeah, but what's that got to do with it....I mean, this is mainly for friends and employees of Capsule Corporation."
"Well, I am you friend, right?"
~~ Not right now, jerk...but I can't endanger this mission....~~ "Well, Yamcha, if you insist...."
"That's great Bulma! Kira and I will be there at 10 o'clock, okay?"
"Whatever, Yamcha....yeah, that'll be great....see you then.." and before Yamcha could say much more, Bulma slammed down the phone. ~~Bakayaro is bringing a date to MY party.....well, we'll see how you like it, Yamcha, when you little 'date' sees what is in store for you~~ and with an evil little chuckle, Bulma headed back downstairs to start preparations for her meeting with the senshi.
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Bulma hastily checked the kitchen wall clock once more...~~ 10 o'clock....I've got loads of time....guess I COULD get a little work done in the lab.....~~ and with that, she trudged out past the Gravity Room to her small work-lab. The rain had stopped a few hours ago, but the steel-grey sky, was there to stay.
Bulma's lab, at first glance, was a study in confusion. Massive, and diminuative machine parts lay everywhere; if one didn't know any better, you could swear a computer manufacturing plant had exploded and flung all of its remains around.....But there was a method to the madness, at least where Bulma was concerned. From this heap of computerized discombobulation, came some of the best inventions; the very existance of Capsule Corporation....
Her hands quickly fell to work on one of the many destroyed bots that Vegeta so generously provided. It seemed he never tired in giving her and her father 'work' to do....yet, the work was stimulating; it challenged the mind to create a better and more indestructable device.....After a few minutes of quick tinkering, and a few final adjustments, Bulma had the bot ready for Vegeta's next 'training' session....no doubt it would be on the blink again after he was through....It was at this thought, that she decided to invite him to the senshi meeting. She knew that it could hold no possible interest for him, except for Goku and the food. Nonetheless, it was important that everyone attend....He most certainly wouldn't involve himself in her and the girls' 'plans' for Yamcha....he had nothing but contempt for Yamcha and all humans for that matter......
~~ Kami, I'm sore from all this concentrated work....~~ as she rubbed her upper arms. Shrugging off her lab coat, and placing it on the familiar hook behind her office door, she quickly opened the door, and headed for the Gravity Room once again in search of the Saiyan Prince.
****BANG, BANG, BANG***** Bulma's fist hammered against the metallic door of the Gravity Room with a reverberating clang.
"BAKAYARO..KUSO..SHIMATTA!!!!!" spat Vegeta....These damned intrusions were getting tiresome! He was tempted to ki blast the next thing he saw...He flung open the door with such vehemence, that it cracked both hinges, causing the door to lurch dangerously to one side....
"WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS!!!! WHAT DO YOU WANT, BAKA ONNA!!!" he shouted...
"WELL, IF YOU WOULD STOP SHOUTING AT ME, YOU JERK, I WOULD TELL YOU!!!......GEEZ!" Bulma screamed with her little hands bunched in tight fists.....~~Damn him!!~~
Taking a deep breath in order to compose herself, Bulma quickly rattled out "Vegeta, I am having a meeting with the other senshi, and I would like it if you would come as well...."
"You DARE to interrupt my training for something as STUPID as THAT?? What possible interest would I have in anything that YOU have to say, or with those other pathetic weaklings?"
"Well, for starters, I am serving a HUGE catered lunch......"
"What of it, onna?" at the mention of food, Vegeta's stomach let out a telltale rumble....
"Well, I am sure you have to eat at some point....AND if you will let me finish - Goku will be there as well, and maybe he would like to spar with you after the meeting." ~~ That should get you there, Vegeta...~~
"Hhmphf......Yes, woman, it will 'get me there' ,as you say.....I will attend, IF I must...." smirked Vegeta. A good sparring session with that baka Kakkarot would greatly improve the situation.....
"Well, then you have made my day SO much better..." she said, a cute, dimpled smirk of her own shadowing her face. Not to be out done, though, Bulma stepped up closer to him, lay her small hands on his muscular chest....it was slick with the sweat of his workout. She leaned in whispering in that sensitive ear of his, "I'll see you there, luv"...and with that Bulma sauntered her way back to the main building....
~~ Why you little minx! No matter, you will be mine soon enough.....~~ Vegeta thought, with his own positively vicious grin. He was beginning to enjoy this little game of 'cat and mouse' .
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The Corporate Dining Hall/Conference Room of Capsule Corporation was quite large....and for the task at hand, it would be perfect. Large appetites would be descending on the little luncheon which would required quite copious amounts of food, and space. Bulma wanted to keep everyone in this room with absolutely no interruptions; it was imperative that she have their full and undivided attention.
As the caterers laid out the food, and supplies along the buffet tables set up at the far end of the conference hall, Bulma went towards the front entry doors to greet guests. The first to arrive was Krillian, Master Roshi, Tien, and Chaotzu.
"Hi Bulma!" spouted Chaotzu cheerfully. Tien, followed, and merely smiled in greeting. He really never spoke too often....when he did speak, it was usually of great importance or concern.
"Hiya, Bulma! Howza 'bout a hug?" Master Roshi leered.
"Thanks, but no thanks" said Bulma, dodging a quick grab of Master Roshi's hands. He could be such a hentai! "Just go on in to the Conference Room, you guys, and make yourselves confortable. I'll be there in a bit..." and with that Bulma went back to the door to let in the others, who had just arrived.
After giving Chi-Chi, Gohan, and Goku big hugs, she led them all into the Conference Room. Piccolo followed silently behind the Son Family, as elusive as ever..... ~~Damn Vegeta!!~~ thought Bulma, ~~He said he'd be here and ......~~ but before she could finish, in strolled Vegeta, with that rather aloof manner of his...
"What are you doing here, Vegeta?" grumbled Piccolo.
"Same as you, Namek, to eat, and find out what nonsense this onna has to tell everyone!"
"Hhhmpf..." and with that Piccolo merely levitated to the farthest corner from the Saiyan Prince, and fell back to meditation.
"Hey, guys, where's Yamcha....?" Krillian asked.
"He won't be here for today, Krillian. It is one of the reasons you were asked here today...." Bulma took a deep breath, "Okay, everyone, I asked you here to fill you in on the Halloween Party." Bulma held up both palms before any protest could be given, " Now it may seem frivolous, but I need to inform everyone of an attack that will occur."
"What?!" roared Piccolo, Krillian and Tien in unison.
"What attack, woman, and why was I not informed of this sooner?" growled Vegeta.
"If you all will wait, I will explain....It is not your 'ordinary' attack. It deals with giving someone a lesson; an instructional, and useful lesson in the art of fair play. And Yamcha will be the target."
Audible gasps could be heard from everyone, except, of course, Piccolo and Vegeta. " This is a personal attack waged by 5 women....." and with that, Bulma laid out just exactly what Jason, Monique, Devon, Dina, Ursula, and herself had 'planned' for Yamcha.
"The reason you are being told at all is we want no interference from the senshi during this object lesson. No one will really be harmed...." Bulma finished.
"Isn't it just a bit excessive, Bulma?" inquired Chi-Chi.
"Not really...... when you take into account the number of people that he has hurt, it stands to reason that a little revenge is in order. With the upcoming battle of the Androids, we don't have time for someone whose priorities are out of whack....he is more interested in his own pleasures than in what is the greater good....When these Androids come, there will be no time for frivolous desires, or careless mistakes....it will get someone killed. No.....Yamcha needs to learn a lesson in survival, the common good, and how to concentrate on a mission; whether it be personal or public."
Everyone remained silent for a moment, not really sure what to say to that.....
It was Goku who broke the silence, "Well, Bulma, this is really your personal business with Yamcha....as far as I'm concerned, there will be no need for interference....Yamcha is a big boy and can take care of himself for the most part. I do agree with you on what you have said, maybe just not the way your going about it."
The others murmured they're agreement with Goku.
"Well, Son-kun, I appreciate that....you all are very important to me, but this is something I need to settle."
"Woman, if all of this sickening display of emotions is quite finished; can we at least salvage this useless meeting and eat?" Vegeta snorted.
Everyone glared at the arrogant Saiyan Prince.
So it came as a great shock, especially to Vegeta, when they heard Bulma bust out into peels of laughter, "Yes, Vegeta, by all means lets pig out!!"
Goku was the first to dive in, followed by Vegeta, Master Roshi, and Gohan. The others managed to bring up the rear of the line and get some food. All in all, Bulma felt the meeting went rather well.
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When the senshi finally bustled out of Capsule Corporation, it was nearly 3:30 in the afternoon and almost time for her 'training session'. Vegeta was already off sparring with Goku; so she would have the whole house to herself and her team until about 8PM. Chi-Chi always put limits on Goku, especially with sparring, and she had made the eight o'clock curfew in order to keep some kind of 'control' of her battle-happy family.
Jason, Dina, Devon, Ursula, and Monique arrived shortly after 4 o'clock. Bulma immediately filled them in on Yamcha's last phone call.
"You mean that slimeball is bringing a DATE to YOUR party?" raged Jason.
Bulma simply nodded. " It really beats all records in running, jumping, or standing gall..."
"That kuso is gonna pay!!" Jason bellowed.
"Look, hon', just calm down. Revenge is a dish best served cold....no sense in heating it up with your temper...we'll get him soon enough," reasoned Monique, placing a calming hand on Jason's shaking arm.
"Bulma, did the senshi seem bothered by what we are planning? We really don't need any problems cropping up with all the latest developments surfacing..." Devon put in quietly.
"Well, Devon, truthfully, they were not exactly sure it was the best alternative, but they don't intend to interfere....The meeting went smoothly. They agreed that this was really a personal problem between Yamcha, me, and you all. I did point out that if he was to be valuable to the senshi, it would be best for him to learn not to be so selfish to hurt others carelessly due to his carousing....The senshi are suppose to be a special forces unit to help protect society....a 'super-army' of sorts. If a man is chasing skirts all over town, he certainly isn't disiplined enough to have thousands of people trust their lives in his hands!" Bulma said.
"He'd have been kicked off the force with that kind of shimatta attitude..." growled Jason. He began crushing a metal table leg on an empty chair. Once again, Monique went over to Jason, and this time put her arms around him..
"Jason, hon', please....Bulma's gonna need chairs for people to sit in someday...if you go crushing all of them.....well, you know...." Monique said in her most calming voice.
"Sorry, Bulma, it's just that bakayaro has some damn nerve to do this to you..." fumed Jason.
"It's okay, to be honest with you I'm kinda glad that he IS bringing a date. This girl see Yamcha for what he really is and what he had done in the past. She'll probably ditch him right there at the party as fast as she can....it will make our little attack plan just that much better, don't you think?"
"Exactly! Hey, let's get to work! I brought my killer costume, and Jason hasn't seen any of our stuff...has he seen yours Monique?" chimed in Dina.
"Nope, wouldn't let him take a peep; although he was dying too! Today he gets his chance!"
"And, Jason, we want you to sit in a chair in about the same location that Yamcha will be in....we'll do our stuff and you let us know what you think, okay?" Bulma said with a mischievious smile.
"No problem, babe! You girls are the most important thing to me, and anything that'll put a nail in that baka's coffin, then count me in! grinned Jason.
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Needless to say, the dress rehearsal went well.....Jason had to be physically lifted and helped to Monique's car by all five girls and a couple of the servo-bots. All the girls hugged and waved goodbye. They agreed that the morning of the party they would have one more dry run. Just as they were leaving, Jason stuck his head out of the passenger window (after rehearsal he DEFINITELY couldn't drive) and called out to Bulma weakly, "Bulma, he doesn't stand a chance....if it did this to me, he will probably end up in a hospital..." and with that they all sped away.
Bulma just giggled to herself, as she made her way back inside.......
When she got indoors, Bulma closed the door quiet with a slight audible click. Looking at the kitchen clock, she could see it was just 8 o'clock...
******RING, RING, RING*******
~~Kami, NOW what?~~
"Moshi, Moshi!"
"Hi honey, it's Mom! Just wanted to know how everything was....."
"Oh, it's great Mom....I've got a little get together planned for Halloween, that will also include Company people, so I have everything covered. How's the cruise going?"
"Well, that's why I'm callin' sweetie! Your Dad and I are having SUCH a marvey time; so we've decided to extend our trip. We've decided to take a world cruise! Unfortunately we won't be home until after Valentine's Day sometime.....but you could join us at a port if you'd like; I could give you our itinerary!"
"Well, Mom, sounds super, but to be honest, I really want to take it easy. I have to be here anyway for the Company....after all I'm CEO now....but you guys have fun...I'll probably have Son-kun and everyone over for the Holidays, okay?"
"Okay, sweetie, if that's what will make you happiest! You want to talk to Dad?"
"Sure............Hey Dad!"
"Hey, hon'....everything going okay?"
"Yeah, Dad....I've got all the bases covered.....you all have a wonderful time and I love you!"
"We love you too, hon'. Take care, and you have the ship to shore line to reach us if there's a problem."
"Okay, Dad, give Mom my love......Ja' ne!"
With that, Bulma headed upstairs for a much needed shower.
Bulma took off the bulky clothes, and temporarily folded them on a nearby vanity chair. She padded over to her CD player on the vanity, and put in her favorite Sarah McLaughlin album, 'Surfacing'. Her most favorite song, which she put on constant repeat, was 'Building a Mystery'....it reminded her of someone.....she just couldn't put her finger on who....... She stepped into the shower, after a time consuming adjustment to the water temperature, and let the water massage her skin like millions of fingers. She started to sway in rhythm to the music in the shower..........
Vegeta strolled upstairs to take a much need shower from his sparring session with Kakkarot, when he heard the strains of music and listened very carefully at Bulma's door.......
You come out at Night,
That's when the energy comes,
And the Dark Side's light,
And the Vampires roam.
You strut your Rasta wear;
And your suicide poem,
And a cross from a faith,
That died before Jesus came.......
You're Building a Mystery.....
You live in a church,
Where you sleep with voodoo dolls;
And you won't give up the search
For the ghosts in the halls.
You wear sandals in the snow,
And a smile that won't wash away.
Can you look out the window
Without your shadow getting in the way?
You're so beautiful,
With an Edge and a Charm;
And so careful,
When I'm in your arms.......
'Cause you're working,
Building a Mystery,
Holding on and Holding it in;
Yeah you're working,
Building a Mystery,
And choosing so carefully.........
You woke up screaming aloud;
A prayer from your secret god...
You Feed off our Fears,
And hold back your Tears, Oh......
You give us a tantrum;
And a know it all grin,
Just when we need one;
When the evening's thin.......
You're a beautiful;
A beautiful f***ed up man.
You're setting up your,
Razor wire shrine.
'Cause you're working,
Building a Mystery,
Holding on and Holding it in;
Yeah you're working,
Building a Mystery,
And choosing so carefully.........
Ooo you're working,
Building a Mystery........
Holding on and Holding it in;
Yeah you're working,
Building a Mystery,
And choosing so carefully.........
Yeah you're working,
Building a Mystery,
Holding on and Holding it in;
Yeah you're working,
Building a Mystery,
And choosing so carefully.........
You're Building a Mystery.........
And just as the beginning chords started to repeat again, he heard Bulma breath out a breathy sigh, "Oh, Vegeta, we have to finish this strange connection I feel growing between us.............please, luv.................."
The music and her words tugged at a deep core in Vegeta soul; he leaned against the door carefully whispering, "We will, woman, we will..............."
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Next time on FRIGHT NIGHT AT CAPSULE CORPORATION/ A HALLOWEEN PARTY:
IT'S THE BIG NIGHT! HALLOWEEN!! Prepare for the unexpected! Bulma and the girls are even in for a few surprises! And so is Vegeta.......