Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Given A Chance ❯ Life ( Chapter 1 )

 

 

 

 

Disclaimer: I do own Dragonball Z... ok ok i don't so please don't sue me

Plot: Mainly V/B, but also C/G, 18/K. Basically Bulma has an amazing singing voice but has been forced to sing in the background while Marron takes all the credit. Along come mister save the day, and love ensures...ok maybe not that quickly, but eventually. Ok so that summary suck just read the story. THANKS

Given a Chance

Bulma knew her position well for it was the same at every concert; she stood right by the stage hidden only by the veils of the heavy curtains. There she would be forced to stand all night belting out ballads of love, passion and joy - of course when the night was over the audience would cheer aloud for her wonderful singing and then... that fake blue haired bitch Marron would step forward and collect all the praise. Bulma hated that girl with a passion she was made to become everything that Bulma was-once. Bulma who had the voice of an angel and the looks of a goddess was forced to play back up to a no talented air head who's only assets were the two mountains stuck on her chest and the willingness to sleep with any manger/producer to get what her and her `real' manager Yamcha wanted. However why had Bulma reduced herself to this, well it was done all in the name of love for her father. He was seriously ill and the treatment that was used to make him better cost a fortune and Bulma couldn't afford to wait a long time to get her own record deal, so she was forced to partake in this miserable façade. One day she would make it and then she'd show Marron and Yamcha that you can't buy talent.

The concert was over and Marron appeared back stage, her long sequence dress clung to her overly curvaceous body, making her look like a drag queen that had tried to fit into a size 8 dress. The front was cut low to enhance her best features, Bulma guessed they did this so people would focus on her rather than the fact the Marron was lip-syncing poorly. Her dyed blued hair was twisted up in an elegant bun that showed off just how 'cute' her face was.

“Marron baby that was a brilliant performance as usual” Yelled Yamcha as he walked quickly over to her and embracing her in a hug, to which girly giggle could be heard and “Yammy baby I'm all sweaty” would follow along with more giggles. Yamcha was the 'real' manager and he was much to Bulma's chagrin quite attractive he had long black hair that he tied in a pony tail, and was very well-built. Unfortunately he was a male version of Marron using his body to help sell records and get the best contracts.

Bulma grunted as she saw Yamcha beginning to push down the straps of Marron's dress, they couldn't even wait tell they were on the bus. “I'll meet you two in the bus” she muttered adverting her eyes she walked quickly out to the tour bus. Once in her room she slammed the door closed, before quickly drinking some lemon and ginger tea- which would ensure that her voice would not fail when Marron was on stage. Once that was finished she fell onto her bed fresh tears sparked in her eyes, as she picked up a photo frame that contained an image of her mother, father and herself when he was healthy. “Oh Daddy” cried Bulma as she fell asleep clinging to the photo.

“What are we going to do” asked Chichi King as she paced up and down the conference room, she wore a tailored pin striped black suit that consisted of a mid thigh lenght skirt and a jacket. Her black hair was pulled into a neat ponytail, and her black eyes sparked with worry.

Vegeta rolled his eyes “You can stop wearing a hole in my carpet for one”

“Sorry” she said with a little blush before plopping down in one of the plush cream chairs

“Yeah Vegeta, that jerk Yamcha is having a big hit with this Marron person. What are we going to do?” asked Goku the vice president of Ouji records. He had very tall and thick black hair that defied the laws of gravity as it stood up tall in the shape of three or more peak (A/N: sorry i can't really describe his hair). He wore a light blue shiny Gucci Suit, that was tightly fitted around his muscular chest. His eyes were large and he wore a goofy grin on his face despite the subject matter.

“I don't know, can't any of you think” he yelled as he stared around the room receiving a shake of the head “what do I pay you all for”

Chichi put her hand up “To do the Make up and hair”

Then 18 who was a very tall and slim blonde haired women, her eyes were a light blue that neither seemed to show happiness or sadness. She wore smart grey trousers and a smart white shirt that had light grey lines running down the. Her legs were crossed over each other and she sat straight up in her chair.  “Dancer/fashion designer”

17 looked identical to 18 apart from the colour of his hair which was black, he to wore a suit identical to Goku's but in dark green.  “I do choreographer” he stated

Krillan “DIY” (e.g. make sure everything is safe for the singer to perform). Krillian was the shortest out of everyone in the room, he had no hair what so ever and had 6 dots on his forehead. He wore a smart trousers and a shirt.

Kayla had mid length black hair with light brown highlights that were longer than her actual hair. She wore a smart dark blue dress unbuttoned at the top to give herself a more youthful image “dancer/backup singer”

Goku “em…I don't really know” he said as he scratched the back of his head

“All of you are useless” yelled Vegeta as a hand came crashing down on the table. His hair was even more unusual than Goku's for it stood up top his head like a flame, his eyes were dark- onyx in colour and he work a angry smirk. He was dressed in a black Armani suit with a white shirt underneath that was unbuttoned at the top, exposing his well defined chest. You could tell he was the most important person in the room, for when he spoke everyone listened.

Whoever thought it would be a good idea to start a business with you childhood friends should be shot, thought Vegeta as he leaned back into his chair. All of them were nothing but trouble, Goku tried to eat through their money as if it was made from cake, Chichi brought excess amounts of make-up and hair spray convincing herself that that was the reason they weren't doing well, as there was lack of hairspray on their stars amking them looks unkempt. 18 she was slightly more controlled but spent all her time designing new clothing instead of practicing her dance moves. Her brother 17 spent too much time flirting with the girls that actually teaching them how to dance. Now Kayla who was a pretty good singer refused to be a singer, because she got stage fright. This to Vegeta was a complete and utter lie because when she was drunk she would always climb atop the bar and start singing. Now Krillin he would always be a good worker apart from when the other guys easily manipulated him, which was practically every day. So why again did Vegeta hire them…

“Hey Vegeta I have an idea” said Goku suddenly

“Dare I say I am desperate enough to listen to what you have to say” asked Vegeta out loud. Waving a hand he gave Goku permission to speak

“Why don't we go to one of Marron's concerts that way we can see in person what so great about her”

“My goodness Kakkarot, dare I say after 20 years of knowing you, you have come up with something smart” said Vegeta with a wide smirk

Blushing slightly at the compliment Goku grinned.

“Alright” said Kayla jumping up from her seat “I better go find something to wear then”

“Hold on, who said you were coming”

“Well, you don't expect to go by yourself, what if you meet a good singer and then your arrogant personality gets in the way”

“I know how to handle myself professionally” he shouted

“Oh please” put in Chichi “What about the girl you made cry, because you said she looked ugly”

“Or the girl that you made running out of here because you asked whether she was a girl or boy” asked 18

“Hey” said Vegeta as he stood up “I was just saying what you all were thinking”

“Yeah, well its not very professional is it” said 17

“Fine, fine you can all come. But be ready by 8pm, and Chichi I mean my 8pm and not yours”

Chapter 2

Vegeta stood outside the grand arena where the famous singer Marron was to be performing, and waited impatiently for Chichi.

“She'll be here” said Goku who was now dress in causal cargo pants and a tight fitted white t-shirt

“I knew she'd be late” yelled Vegeta as he tapped his foot; he was wearing tight fitting smart pants and a tight shirt

“Wait I think she's coming” yelled Kayla as she pointed to Chichi who was wearing a yellow Chinese dress with two long splits up the side

As soon as Chichi approached the group she mumbled a quick apology to Vegeta

“Whatever woman, lets just go” he replied as he turned his back on her and entered the arena

“Did he just call me woman” asked Chichi in an incredulous manner

“Of course” said 18 as she flicked a strand of blonde hair over her shoulder before following the others into the arena.

 

Bulma once again stood right by the stage hidden only by the veils of the heavy curtains; she peered outside and saw another fall house. She hoped that one day no one would turn up and that would lead to Yamcha firing her, but who was she kidding Marron was the latest big thing and Yamcha wasn't willing to give that up without a fight.

“Hey babe” shouted Yamcha

“Speak of the devil and he comes a knocking” muttered Bulma

“This is a big concert for Marron, do not mess it up…otherwise your father may become cut of from his medication”

Bulma eyes squinted in angry and her face into a disgusted scowl that bas***d was making threats now, how dear he.

“Look here…” started Bulma who was not one to hold back her thoughts

“Just do your job kay” said Yamcha before he turned his back on her

 

 

“Man, this Marron babe is really good” said Krillin as he bobbed his head up and down to the music

“Hump” said Vegeta who although thought she had an excellent sing voice thought the song itself was absolutely appalling

“I don't know” put in 17 “sure she pretty but…”

“She's lip-syncing poorly” added Kayla

“How can you tell?”

Kayla tilted her head slightly before answering “I'm a back up singer, I can tell”

“Why would she have to lip-sync” asked Chichi

“For a number of reasons, maybe she has a bad throat, or maybe she's…”

“Not the one singing” said Vegeta as he pointed to the back of the stage, where Bulma stood with her eyes closed and who had somehow edged herself closer to the curtains.

“I knew it” said 17 “Yamcha is a dirty rotten…”

“Yeah yeah.” Finished Vegeta as he waved his hand dismissingly, an idea slowly forming in his head. “What do you say we take a private tour of back stage?”

“What we can do that here” injected Goku “wow I thought that Yamcha didn't like us”

18 shook her head “we going to sneak back there…without permission”

Goku pouted. “But that's wrong”

Vegeta put what was suppose to be a friendly hand on Goku's shoulder but turned out to be more of a death grip “Yeah well pretending that that inflatable Barbie doll is actually singing is also wrong”

Goku hesitated “yeah I guess”

Turning to face Vegeta krillin said with a grin “at least is explains why she never sang in public”

Shaking his head again Vegeta turned to face Goku “kakarot lets go”

“Why me” muttered Goku as he followed Vegeta weave in and out of the shrieking fans

 

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Bulma stood in her dressing room; ok it wasn't really a dressing room more like a bathroom…one that hadn't been cleaned in a look time. She thought as she took in the cobwebs above her head. Reaching for a ginger mix to sooth her throat she closed her eyes and wished to kami that things could get better.

“Move it” she heard someone whisper

“Its dark” she heard a second voice reply

The first voice spoke again but in an annoyed tone “You are a grown man Kakarot, your telling me your afraid of the dark”

“No…just unfamiliar dark places”

Bulma stood stock still with her face blinking at the door, she didn't know whether to laugh or cry, she heard of obsessed fans that attack the staff to get to the star and she didn't want to be one of them. Yanking open the door she turned to face the direction of the two men, who she could only see the outline of.

Place one hand on her hip she yelled “What are you doing her”

“Be quiet do you want us to get caught” she heard a voice yell

“Vegeta” said the other voice warningly

“Just move”.

A lot of stumbling could be heard before Bulma was shoved back into the bathroom with the two men.

“Hey Vegeta” the taller man said a he tapped the shorter one on the shoulder

“It's her”

“Her” said Vegeta as he turned to look at her “Oh her”

“Told you”

Vegeta eyebrow twitched in annoyance turning to examine this women he saw that she was very attractive, long blue hair and light blue aqua eyes.

“I am Vegeta Ouji from Ouji records and this is my associate Kakarot son”

Putting one hand behind his back meekly Kakarot said “You can call me Goku”

“That's all well and good, but what the hell are you doing here” she shouted

A wide grin appeared on Goku's face “We want to sign you”

“Really” said Bulma as a wide grin appeared on her face but then quickly dissolved “Did Yamcha pay you to play this sick joke on me, he knows I can't go anywhere”

“Yamcha” Vegeta all but spat “as if I would have anything to do with that pathetic excuse for a business man”. Bulma eyed him closely he didn't look like anyone Yamcha would do business with, for Yamcha didn't do business with anyone more attractive than him, and these two men where certainly more attractive than him. Plus the shorter one although had some sort of anger problem if not arrogance spoke with eloquence, something that couldn't be associated with the short words of Yamcha's speech.

“Ok fine you're really from Ouji records…but how did you find out about me”

Vegeta placed a smirk on his face that made Bulma's knees get weak “We make it our business to know the best out there”

“Look Mr Ouji and Son, I really would love to join your company, but unfortunately I have ties to…”

“Whatever his paying you we can double that”

“Look its not about the money…well it is but”

Goku moved closer to her and placed a hand on her shoulder “You can tell us”

Bulma took a deep breath and closed her eyes “It's just that Yamcha uses my salary to pay my father hospital bills, and I can't afford to wait till you see if my album starts to sell before I get paid I need the money”

“And Yamcha knows this”

“Yeah, and he uses this to keep me singing”

“I'm sure we can sort something out” said Goku “Right Vegeta”

“No”

“What” said Bulma and Goku together

“This is what we are going to do, you are going to quit this job and come work for us. I will loan you the money until you can afford to pay it back. Until then you will also be doing additional job for my company”

“That seems fair” said Bulma “I guess I'll quit right after the concert”

“Be quick about it, me and my other associates will be waiting at the side of the arena”

 

“So how did it go” asked Chichi as Marron came back on stage

“Vegeta was great, he didn't lose his temper or nothing” replied Goku with a goofy grin

“There's still time” muttered 18

“I heard that” said Vegeta as he turned to watch Bulma (He finally asked her name) she had a wide grin on her face and the joy she felt was evident in the song, which Vegeta though with a smirk was quite entertaining, considering the song was a ballad, one of those soppy love songs that Vegeta couldn't stand. A lot of things needed to change thought Vegeta as he stared at Bulma she looked more like Marron with the blue colouring, although you could tell Bulma's was real the media would have a field day thinking that Ouji records had copied Yamstar records. The pure thought of knowing that Yamcha was about to go into ruins left an even deeper smirk on Vegeta's face, it was about time Yamcha remembered his place.

 

“What was that about” yelled Yamcha as he paced in front of Bulma “You were suppose to be sing a ballad, why did it come out as some sort of pop crap”

“Yeah” put in Marron “Are you trying to make me look bad?”

“You're doing fine by yourself” said Bulma suddenly

“What” asked a shocked Marron

“That's right; I'm not taking anymore crap from you I quit”

Yamcha turned and looked at Bulma before laughing “Yeah right, just get on the bus and I'll deal with you later”

“No” shouted Bulma as she stood her ground “Its over, I've had enough”

“What and I suppose your fathers treatments have finished”

“No, I just had enough” said Bulma as she pushed her way passed Yamcha

Yamcha grabbed her hand and pushed her back roughly so that she fell onto a heap on the floor “I own you, you can't leave”

Bulma hoisted herself up and stared into the brown orbs of Yamcha “You never owned me” she spat

“Don't push me Bulma”

“Or what”

“Or I'll push back”

Bulma opened her arms “Go on then” Yamcha hesitated. “You always were a coward” Bulma said for the last time before she walked past him

“Yamcha what are we going to do”

“Shut it Marron” shouted Yamcha as he ran a hand through his long hair, taking out his cell phone he dialled a number “I'm ready to talk about a merger”…

 

 

 

 

P.S: sorry if there are any spell mistakes, and please review and what to no what you think