Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Happy Birthday Vegeta ❯ Getting Started ( Chapter 2 )

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Happy Birthday Vegeta

Chapter Two

Bulma Briefs was a gifted woman. Blessed at birth with an infinitely quick mind as well as stunning beauty would have hampered a lesser person. Her beauty and intellect were only slightly surpassed by her ambition, and when you were the pivotal focus of what Bulma wanted, it was rather like having hentai tatooed on your brain with a laser.

The Z Fighters had gathered at her request, in a conference room at Capsule Corp Headquarters. It had been the only place she felt Vegeta would not accidentally stumble on what she was doing, or overhear with those damn Saiyan ears of his.

There was another reason she wanted to meet in this atmosphere...she knew this was gonna take some persuasion on her part, and she needed every edge. So it was Corporate Bulma, with her hair secured in a French twist, wearing a turqoise power suit, that stood in front of the motley crue. Krillin, Gohan, and even Piccolo...The slightest frown shadowed Bulma's face. With an ache she realized Goku would not be making an appearance.

" So, what's this about Bulma?" Krillin broke the ice for them.

"I need your help." If she couldn't convince them to help, she was going to be gone a lot...and Vegeta would be instantly suspicious.

"You know whatever we can do... What's the problem?" Gohan put in earnestly.

Swallowing her nervousness she glanced at the paperwork on her clipboard before replying.

"I need help gathering the dragonballs."

Piccolo said nothing but suprize forced his mouth open, like the others.

"Why do you need the dragonballs Bulma?" Krillin looked concerned.

If she told them what she was actually contemplating, they'd leave. So it was with guarded eyes and a Vegeta-esque smirk that she answered.

"I want to make a...personal...wish for Vegeta's birthday. It's obviously very big, or I wouldn't need the dragonballs to pull it off...and if I'm gonna get this done before B-Day, I need your man power, and um...Namek power, to help me collect them."

Adjusting his glasses Gohan said, "Bulma, this could take years. Even with the radar."

In her element and armed with her research, she shook her head negatively.

"No. I've done my homework to make this as easy as it can be. First, there are several radars now, not just the one, so we're not limited to going one place at a time...and Secondly, I've plotted very probable locations for the balls...within 99% accuracy. It's just a matter of delegating the locations, retrieval, and travel time. I think we can do it in a day or two."

Shaking his head in disbelief, Krillin spoke.

"I don't even want to know how you were able to pre-locate the balls. How many of them are in hostile territory though?"

"Well, Maybe one. Sentient hostility anyway."

Gohan grinned. " I'm finishing up a semester at school this week...It just so happens that I'll have a little down-time coming."

Piccolo actually looked alarmed. "Chi-Chi will kill you first."

They all laughed even though it was a brutal statement. Gohan sighed and nodded his head in agreement.

"With Dad gone again, she is running things pretty tight. I'll just have to convince her I won't be gone for more than a day or two."

There was a moment of quiet among them as they missed Goku collectively.

"How bout it Piccolo?" Bulma's voice was edged with emotion. "Will you help?"

The Namek looked hard at Bulma, who was fidgety under his intense stare.

He knew she was up to something, but she was too well-shielded for him to determine what. Thank Kami the dragonballs were limited in their power...(not to say she couldn't create nine hells of trouble with them, just that she couldn't unravel the universe or anything...)

"If Gohan is helping, then yes, of course I'll help." He said with a heavy sigh and a sinking feeling in his stomach.

"All right! This will be cool! Kinda like old times." Krillin's enthusiasm was almost catching.

"Wonderful! I don't think there's anyway I can repay you, but you have just to ask if you need anything!" Relief flowed through Bulma's veins, followed by a chaser of adrenaline. "Okay then," flipping through her charts, "This, is where we'll start...."