Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ I Thee Wed ❯ Buisness Transactions ( Chapter 2 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: SayjinGoddessofDarkness 
Will Bulma and Vegeta get out of the closet safely? Read to find out. Please review.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.06.2002 | Pages: 3 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 280 | Status: Work In Progress
Will Bulma and Vegeta get out of the closet safely? Read to find out. Please review.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.06.2002 | Pages: 3 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 280 | Status: Work In Progress
Disclaimer: I do not own Dbz, or Mrs. Quicks characters. Unless they wish to bequeath them to me!
An: Im trying to work out all the things wrong with my story on this site, so all the chapters Can be viewed. Thanks! Please review!
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Chapter Two: Buisness Transactions
When they were sure that the room was emptied they climbed out of the wardrobe.
"I believe we have to talk Miss. Briefs, I presume." Vegeta said looking at her.
She nodded with a sigh. "I agree Mr. Stokes. But not in here. I don't want to be stuck in there again."
Vegeta nodded leading the way towards the door. "Some where private where we wont be over heard." He opened the door gave a quick look down either way of the hall then stepped out. Bulma close behind. The closed the door and walked briskly down the stair and out to the gardens in silence.
The Ware gardens were not kept to well. Many types of plants where overgrown. They walked deeper into the privacy garden provide, incase someone came out for air or other things. Although it would be unlikely for the ball was still in full swing. They could hear the faint music and chatter of voices out here.
"That bastard! The nerve of that bastard, damn him to hell!" Bulma muttered through clenched teeth. Her face drawn. Vegeta chuckled.
"Miss. Briefs, I have been called many things, a bastard among them. But never, never has any one said them to my face."
Bulma paled. Her mouth agape. "Mr. Stokes you miss understand."
"Do I?" He grinned.
"I wasn't talking about you sir, I was talking about him." Bulma said turning away.
"So Miss. Briefs what were you doing in Lady Ames' bed chambers?" Vegeta asked softly. He thought he had a pretty good peg on why she was in the room. Vegeta crossed his arms over his broad, black grabbed chest. He liked the color black, but it also helped to camouflage him for nights like this.
"I could ask you the same thing Mr. Stokes." Bulma said turning to face him. Angry at the thoughts he was probably thinking about her. Thief among other things. She looked down at her gown and noticed wrinkles were coming from the back, where his thigh had been pressed tightly against her.
"I bet I can take a couple of guess as of why Miss Briefs." His tone implying.
She looked into his ebony depths. She could see him clearly in the light of the full moon. As he could her. He stared back into her sparkling sapphire eyes behind her small gold-rimed spectacles.
"I was in there because I was looking for a place to hide from…from Mr. Chaplin. I could not let him discover me." Bulma said bravely, not cowering down.
"I suppose you were the maid in the linen closet he spoke so highly of." It was a statement not a question. He could see the darkening of her eyes, as moisture was beginning to build up. She nodded afraid to speak, for how her voice would sound at the moment.
"I can understand your feelings towards Yamcha Chaplin, he is scum preying on the weak and innocent. It showed great will power for you not to rush out there at him."
Bulma nodded again. "I was alone in the linen closet gathering fresh sheets when he pounced on me. Mrs. Ratline fired me and refused to give me a reference."
" I am surprised that he did not recognize you earlier."
Bulma smiled. "I was under disguise. I wore a black wig."
Vegeta smirked at her cleverness.
" I saw you." She said her smile fading.
"I beg your pardon?"
"When you were climbing through the window. I was on the balcony."
Shocked swept over his face. He thought no one had seen him. He had been very careful not to bee seen and he was. He quickly schooled his face to be impassive.
"I went that way because of you." He said." So what else happened?"
"Well I was on the balcony, I was going in. And on the stairs I heard voices. When I recognized Chaplin I ran the other way. There were several locked doors, then one unlocked one."
"I picked the lock to Lady Ames' bed chambers."
"Yes, which is where I ended up. Thanks to you I had a place to hide, but then I realized they were coming in I ran to the bed, which was crowed underneath then to the wardrobe. You know the rest."
He nodded.
"Why where you there?"
"I'm looking into a matter for a friend of mine. Lady Ames needed checking out." Which was the only reason he was here.
"So you wont tell on me and I wont tell on you. We have a deal Mr. Stokes?"
He said nothing.
"I can't lose this post, not another one. I need this post. My sister is in Mrs. Osgood's school for girls, and I need the money to pay for her fees there. I have no money and schooling is expensive."
"Yes a deal. I know the feeling of your situation." He replied gravely. Bulma starred at him. Disbelief written on her face, eyes skeptical. How could he a well to do member of the ton know anything about how it was to not have money?
"I didn't always have money. My mother was a governess. My father seduced her. She believed he had loved her. I was the fruit of their affair. My father never came to my mother again. I was raised with little money. When I grew up I made a few wise business decisions. And raked in the profits. So I do understand you predicament Miss. Briefs." Vegeta had told her a brief version of his life. He didn't have the slightest clue as to why but he had.
Bulma gave him a small smile.
"You know what Miss Briefs I believe I can help you out. You said you need money right?"
"If you think that I'm a light skirt and will accept money, you are sadly mistaken Mr. Stokes!" Bulma said then began to brush past him. He grabbed her arm stopping her. She tried to pull it out of his grasp.
"You miss understand my meaning Miss. Briefs. I meant that I'd employ you."
Bulma relaxed. "But I am already employed by Letty."
"Letty?" He asked eyebrows raised.
"Lady Lattemier, she insists I call her Letty."
"Well you could still work for her, Miss. Briefs."
"Two employers?!"
He nodded. "I need someone who can sit in with the ladies. Someone who can monitor Miranda where I cannot. I will pay you twice what you monthly sum is from Lady Lattemeir."
Bulma considered this. "No one would have to know." He offered.
"Three time my monthly earnings, and you have a deal."
"Three times?!"
"Take it or leave it Mr. Stokes. How important is your friend?"
"Fine, Fine." He said letting go of her arm when he realized he still held it in his grasp.
"Good lets go in it wont look good for me to be seen with you out here this late. My virtue would be at stake."
He chuckled. "Good Miss. Briefs it a deal." He stuck out his hand and the shook on it. Then walked back inside.
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An: Im trying to work out all the things wrong with my story on this site, so all the chapters Can be viewed. Thanks! Please review!
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Chapter Two: Buisness Transactions
When they were sure that the room was emptied they climbed out of the wardrobe.
"I believe we have to talk Miss. Briefs, I presume." Vegeta said looking at her.
She nodded with a sigh. "I agree Mr. Stokes. But not in here. I don't want to be stuck in there again."
Vegeta nodded leading the way towards the door. "Some where private where we wont be over heard." He opened the door gave a quick look down either way of the hall then stepped out. Bulma close behind. The closed the door and walked briskly down the stair and out to the gardens in silence.
The Ware gardens were not kept to well. Many types of plants where overgrown. They walked deeper into the privacy garden provide, incase someone came out for air or other things. Although it would be unlikely for the ball was still in full swing. They could hear the faint music and chatter of voices out here.
"That bastard! The nerve of that bastard, damn him to hell!" Bulma muttered through clenched teeth. Her face drawn. Vegeta chuckled.
"Miss. Briefs, I have been called many things, a bastard among them. But never, never has any one said them to my face."
Bulma paled. Her mouth agape. "Mr. Stokes you miss understand."
"Do I?" He grinned.
"I wasn't talking about you sir, I was talking about him." Bulma said turning away.
"So Miss. Briefs what were you doing in Lady Ames' bed chambers?" Vegeta asked softly. He thought he had a pretty good peg on why she was in the room. Vegeta crossed his arms over his broad, black grabbed chest. He liked the color black, but it also helped to camouflage him for nights like this.
"I could ask you the same thing Mr. Stokes." Bulma said turning to face him. Angry at the thoughts he was probably thinking about her. Thief among other things. She looked down at her gown and noticed wrinkles were coming from the back, where his thigh had been pressed tightly against her.
"I bet I can take a couple of guess as of why Miss Briefs." His tone implying.
She looked into his ebony depths. She could see him clearly in the light of the full moon. As he could her. He stared back into her sparkling sapphire eyes behind her small gold-rimed spectacles.
"I was in there because I was looking for a place to hide from…from Mr. Chaplin. I could not let him discover me." Bulma said bravely, not cowering down.
"I suppose you were the maid in the linen closet he spoke so highly of." It was a statement not a question. He could see the darkening of her eyes, as moisture was beginning to build up. She nodded afraid to speak, for how her voice would sound at the moment.
"I can understand your feelings towards Yamcha Chaplin, he is scum preying on the weak and innocent. It showed great will power for you not to rush out there at him."
Bulma nodded again. "I was alone in the linen closet gathering fresh sheets when he pounced on me. Mrs. Ratline fired me and refused to give me a reference."
" I am surprised that he did not recognize you earlier."
Bulma smiled. "I was under disguise. I wore a black wig."
Vegeta smirked at her cleverness.
" I saw you." She said her smile fading.
"I beg your pardon?"
"When you were climbing through the window. I was on the balcony."
Shocked swept over his face. He thought no one had seen him. He had been very careful not to bee seen and he was. He quickly schooled his face to be impassive.
"I went that way because of you." He said." So what else happened?"
"Well I was on the balcony, I was going in. And on the stairs I heard voices. When I recognized Chaplin I ran the other way. There were several locked doors, then one unlocked one."
"I picked the lock to Lady Ames' bed chambers."
"Yes, which is where I ended up. Thanks to you I had a place to hide, but then I realized they were coming in I ran to the bed, which was crowed underneath then to the wardrobe. You know the rest."
He nodded.
"Why where you there?"
"I'm looking into a matter for a friend of mine. Lady Ames needed checking out." Which was the only reason he was here.
"So you wont tell on me and I wont tell on you. We have a deal Mr. Stokes?"
He said nothing.
"I can't lose this post, not another one. I need this post. My sister is in Mrs. Osgood's school for girls, and I need the money to pay for her fees there. I have no money and schooling is expensive."
"Yes a deal. I know the feeling of your situation." He replied gravely. Bulma starred at him. Disbelief written on her face, eyes skeptical. How could he a well to do member of the ton know anything about how it was to not have money?
"I didn't always have money. My mother was a governess. My father seduced her. She believed he had loved her. I was the fruit of their affair. My father never came to my mother again. I was raised with little money. When I grew up I made a few wise business decisions. And raked in the profits. So I do understand you predicament Miss. Briefs." Vegeta had told her a brief version of his life. He didn't have the slightest clue as to why but he had.
Bulma gave him a small smile.
"You know what Miss Briefs I believe I can help you out. You said you need money right?"
"If you think that I'm a light skirt and will accept money, you are sadly mistaken Mr. Stokes!" Bulma said then began to brush past him. He grabbed her arm stopping her. She tried to pull it out of his grasp.
"You miss understand my meaning Miss. Briefs. I meant that I'd employ you."
Bulma relaxed. "But I am already employed by Letty."
"Letty?" He asked eyebrows raised.
"Lady Lattemier, she insists I call her Letty."
"Well you could still work for her, Miss. Briefs."
"Two employers?!"
He nodded. "I need someone who can sit in with the ladies. Someone who can monitor Miranda where I cannot. I will pay you twice what you monthly sum is from Lady Lattemeir."
Bulma considered this. "No one would have to know." He offered.
"Three time my monthly earnings, and you have a deal."
"Three times?!"
"Take it or leave it Mr. Stokes. How important is your friend?"
"Fine, Fine." He said letting go of her arm when he realized he still held it in his grasp.
"Good lets go in it wont look good for me to be seen with you out here this late. My virtue would be at stake."
He chuckled. "Good Miss. Briefs it a deal." He stuck out his hand and the shook on it. Then walked back inside.
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