Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Hateful Business ❯ Chapter 5 ( Chapter 5 )

Author's Note: Okay I know that it has been a little while, but with finals and stuff like that going on I didn't really have a lot of time to write. Thank you to the few people that took the time to review my last chapter. I will try to get another one out as soon as possible.

 

 

On with the Story…

 

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She awoke to the blaring alarm clock on her nightstand. Groaning she threw the blankets off and dragged herself out of bed. It was a beautiful Monday morning, but the heiress would much rather sleep in than go back to work. She had spent most of her Sunday trying to find out why she was suspicious of Demetrius. Maybe it was the fact that he seemed to good to be true, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. He had called her yesterday morning and of course she agreed to see him again at some point, even though her gut told her differently.

 

Climbing into the shower she set the controls and began to wash her hair and body. She let the spray fully wake her tired and groggy body from a restless sleep. Her thoughts returned to her dilemma, the other one involving Vegeta. When she had woken up Sunday morning she had gone to her balcony just so sit and enjoy the morning sun. She noticed that it wasn't fully latched like she always has it. She hadn't opened the balcony at all on Saturday and so it had stayed latched from Friday night. That left one person who could possibly know how to get into her apartment, Vegeta.

 

“But why would he break in when he could have just come in the front door?” She asked herself out loud as she turned off the taps and grabbed the white fluffy towel hanging next to the shower. She walked into her bedroom and got dressed and ready for work.

 

The drive to the office tower seemed shorter than it usually did as she pulled into her parking spot. Getting out of her car she saw her coworker pull up next to her. He was definitely not the person she wanted to see at the moment. She watched as he slid out of his car and looked at her. Taking a look at the car it appeared almost familiar, just like the one that had followed her home Saturday.

 

“See something you like?” He questioned amused as he caught her staring.

 

“No just wondering how the sanitary workers could miss picking up something like you,” she quipped as she turned and headed into the building, Vegeta at her heels.

 

“So how was your date woman?” He asked causally as he followed her into the elevator.

 

“You should know,” she shot back.

 

“What is that supposed to mean?” He asked confused.

 

“You know exactly what it means Vegeta,” she snapped, “how dumb do you think I am? I saw your car follow Demitrius and me after we left the restaurant. Then Sunday I found my balcony doors unlatched. So did you enjoy the date Vegeta?” She questioned as she elevator opened and she walked out.

 

“I don't trust that guy, he is bad news,” he growled as he walked off after her.

 

“What proof do you have? I would like to see it,” she demanded as she picked up her messages from Glory and proceeded into the office. “Well I'm waiting.”

 

“I don't have any physical but my gut tells me that he is bad and I don't feel comfortable with you being alone with him Bulma,” he growled as he slammed the office door shut.

 

She was shocked; one he had just admitted that he cared about her. He had never showed any sort of sign that he wanted her more than just the physical reasons. Secondly he had actually used her first name, not woman, wench or some other derogatory name like he always did. She stood shocked, staring, and speechless and it wasn't until Glory buzzed on the intercom that she was broken out of her daze.

 

“Ms. Briefs there is an officer Joe O'Grady on line one for you.”

 

“Thank you Glory,” she responded as she took her eyes off of Vegeta and turned to answer the phone. “Bulma Briefs speaking how may I help you.”

 

He watched as she answered the phone and then as her face fell and she shakily sat down in the seat. He listened to her conversation trying to pick up what was going on but it was useless he couldn't figure out what was going on and why she looked worried. Finally when she hung up her head fell to the desk and her body started shaking.

 

“What was that about?” He asked from his own desk.

 

“Somebody called the police station saying they heard some loud noises in my apartment. Apparently some burglars ransacked the place, but nothing appears to be missing. All of my jewelry and things that are normally stolen was still there and the officers want me to come verify that everything is all there. I just don't know why a burglar would just trash my place,” she sobbed as she lifted her head and grabbed her coat and headed for the door.

 

“Who ever did it wasn't going to rob you,” he stated getting her to stop, “they were looking for something. I am going with you,” he said as he too grabbed his coat and followed her out the door.

 

The car ride to her apartment was quiet with neither party willing to break the silence. As they pulled into the parking lot several police vehicles were scattered across the lot with officers looking for any sort of clue. Both occupants got out and Bulma was greeted by one of the officers.

 

“You must be Bulma Briefs,” he said as he stuck out his hand, “I am Officer O'Grady we spoke on the phone.”

 

“Yes,” she agreed as she shook his hand and then followed him into her apartment.

 

“Well it appears as if it was a break-in but we don't have a motive or even finger prints. Your downstairs neighbor called and said she thought somebody had broken in upstairs. We have no other witnesses at this moment. I will let you look around and notify me if anything has been stolen.”

 

The apartment truly was a real mess. Everything was flipped upside down and dumped on the floor. Her bookcase no longer had books as most were on the floor tattered and torn. Her kitchen had been torn apart and food and dishes lay strewn across the floor. Walking into her bedroom she noticed that her dresser was empty and all her clothes on the floor and hanging on things. Her bed lay in shambles as the mattress and bedspring were flipped over and the nightstand lay in shambles. Pieces of glass from the lamp were scattered across the floor. Her closet no longer had anything in it for it too was strewn in various places. The one thing missing was her favorite pair of underwear.

 

“Someone was trying real hard to find something,” Vegeta stated breaking the silence, “you don't have any confidential files or plans here did you?”

 

“No I never keep anything from Capsule Corps. in my own home because it is like a big neon sign that says take me. Though this is the first time I have ever had someone break in,” she voiced weakly. “I have to call my father and let him know.”

 

As Bulma called her father Vegeta took the time to walk around the apartment trying to any clues that the cops might have missed, though there didn't appear to be any. He had a pretty good idea who may have been behind this and that was Demitrius. Bulma had said that something like this had never happened before. He also knew that she wasn't one to bring home men she didn't know that well either, but she had brought Demitrius here. He could not figure out why if she didn't trust him she would go and let him into her apartment.

 

“He wasn't home so I left a message,” she said interrupting his thoughts, “I don't think that anything is missing but I'll have my father send someone over to collect my stuff,” she said as she started to walk out of the apartment. “May as well tell Stan that I am moving out of the apartment,” she sighed. Just then her cell rang.

 

“Yes daddy everything is all right…no nothing appears to be stolen and I don't keep C.C. stuff so don't worry about a leak or anything…yeah I guess I'll be moving back in with you and mum…all right talk to you later, love ya, bye.” She hung up the phone and made her way towards the police officer. Vegeta walked over towards his car to wait for her.

 

“Well miss did you notice anything that may have been stolen, like jewelry or something?” He asked.

 

“The only thing that I could find missing was my underwear. My dresser had been totally dumped but my favorite panty and bra could be found anywhere. I searched the entire room and I couldn't find it anywhere,” she said slightly embarrassed.

 

“If you don't mind me asking when was the last time you wore them,” he asked as blush rose in his cheeks.

 

“Well on Saturday then I washed them Sunday and placed them back in my dresser, but why would someone ransack my place just to steal some underwear?” She asked confused.

 

“I do believe it may be a souvenir or something like that. It is not uncommon in a situation like this for the criminal to take something to remind them of the crime. Ms. Briefs I would suggest you not stay here for a while because who ever did this is bound to return,” he warned.

 

“Oh I am moving back in with my parents for the time being, I wouldn't be able to sleep here knowing that someone has broken in and may come back. Well my friend and I have to be getting back, please keep me informed on the progress of the case,” she said as she handed him a card with contact numbers on it.

 

“Will do Ms. Briefs. Have a nice day,” he said as he turned back to the other officers.

 

Bulma made her way back to Vegeta's car and stared at him as he leaned up against the side of the car. He hadn't noticed her leading her to conclude that he was deep in thought.

 

“Hey Vegeta,” she broke him out of his daze, “we should probably be getting back to the office now,” she said as she walked over to the other side of the car and got in. It wasn't long after that Vegeta, too, got in and started the car and headed back to the office.

 

“Stay with me,” he voiced suddenly breaking the silence.

 

“What?” She asked confused.

 

“Stay with me at my place I have plenty of room and you won't have to burden your parents,” he explained.

 

“My parents are more than willing to let me come and stay with them. Capsule Corporation is huge Vegeta so I highly doubt I will be troubling them. I will have my own section all to myself so I won't be a burden,” she defended.

 

“I don't like the idea. Somebody ransacked your apartment and obviously didn't find anything. My guess is they went through trying to find important files and plans from Capsule Corp and when they couldn't they decided to destroy everything as a way to scare you. Their next move would be to get into the Capsule Corps. Complex and try and get the things they want there,” he said as he looked at the road and not her.

 

“How did you come to that conclusion?” She asked astounded at what he had just said, and that fact that it made sense.

 

“That is how Cold Engineering Technologies Inc. got the planes for the M-80 air filtration unit we were designing. They had an informant get into my home and see if they could find anything. I, like you, never keep things like that in my own home and so destroyed everything. I moved in with my father at the main complex until I could get a new place to stay. It seemed like only a freak break-in until it happened at the main complex and got their hands on the plans,” he explained.

 

“Yeah I remember hearing about that and the thief was…hey are you saying that Demitrius is behind the break-in at my apartment?” She accused him.

 

“No, I simply do not trust the man. Besides don't you find it rather odd that the pair of matching panty and bra you were on your date were the pair missing? Out of all the various garments in there it is rather strange that set is the one stolen,” he alleged calmly.

 

Before she could come up with a defense Vegeta had parked the car and was already getting out to head to the office. The things he had said did make sense even if she didn't want to believe them. Before Demitrius had left he had told her that he had enjoyed the night and that he really liked her bra. She had only taken it as a joke, but now it would appear that maybe he had taken the garments as a reminder. She shuddered as she thought of the type of man he was and what he was capable of. She quickly closed all thoughts of the incident and ran to catch up to Vegeta.

 

“Hey I guess I will take you up on that offer and stay with you for a little while,” she whispered.

 

“All right first let's go over some ground rules,” he looked at her briefly before going on, “under no circumstance is that man to come into my home. If you wish to bring any date of yours to my place I must meet him first. Do not tell anyone that you are living with me, I do not want to deal with reporters or the rest of the media rumors,” he acknowledged.

 

“Vegeta, I understand the date thing but I won't keep this from my family,” she growled as she crossed her arms over her chest and turned her nose in the air.

 

“Fine,” he snapped, “but only your immediate family and that harpy friend of yours, but that is it. So is it a deal?”

 

“You've got yourself a housemate,” she agreed as she turned from the elevator and started to head back out.

 

“Where are you going?” He asked confused by her demeanor.

 

“Well I can't just move in without at least some of my stuff,” she laughed, “I am going to head to C.C. and let my father know the plans and then I'll be back.”

 

“Just be here before 5 o'clock, I do not want to be working any later than I have to tonight,” he growled as the elevator shut.

 

As he rode up towards his office a smirk crossed his face. `Well that takes care of that little issue,' he thought with a laugh. With Bulma living in such close proximity with him she would surely not be able to resist temptation for much longer.

 

 

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Okay well I finally got another chapter out, so I hope you enjoy it. Please review I really do appreciate the help they give me.

 

Later,

 

Nalalina