Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Magnetized ❯ Payback ( Chapter 2 )

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Payback

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Bulma entered her penthouse and threw down her bag and keys on the table near the door. "Lex, Sylph! You guys home?" she called as she walked towards her kitchen to grab a bottle of juice.

A slim young woman walked into the kitchen in her pajamas, her short, dark blue hair messy and held back with haphazardly positioned pins. She was two years younger than Bulma, and Lex, their brother, was two years older than Bulma. "Hey sis, how'd it go?" she asked as she stretched.

"Were you sleeping already?" Bulma asked with a grin as Patches strolled into the kitchen.

Sylph shook her head, rubbing her aqua colored eyes, "I was watching TV and starting to fall asleep. Lex is out, he said he'd be back before three in the morning," she stated.

Bulma nodded and picked up her cat, Patches. He was an eight month old Calico cat with green eyes and white, brown and black patches all over his body. But what she loved the most, was the fact that over one eye he had a brown patch and over the other a black one.

"The show was a complete success, I wish you guys could have been there, but I promise that I will get you to the next one. Look at the jobs I may get!" Bulma jumped up and down as she handed her younger sister the papers from her pocket.

Sylph looked through them and her eyes widened, "Oh my GOSH! I can't believe it! Congrats sis!" she yelled as she ran to her sister and hugged her tightly. "When are you going to call them?" she asked as she walked towards the large living room.

"Tomorrow. Right now all I want to do is take a long, hot bath and then sleep. I'll tell you everything in detail tomorrow, especially about this jerk that I met and ruined my day. You mind?" Bulma asked as she stretched.

Her sister nodded, "Go ahead and rest. I'm going to bed too, I bet that Lex will bring his ass drunk in here and make a commotion," she said in annoyance. He wasn't an alcoholic but about once a month, he liked to go out with the express purpose of getting drunk to 'relieve stress.'

"If he does I'm going to get up just to kick his ass," Bulma grumbled as she walked to her room, Patches following at her heels.

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While relaxing in the hot tub, Bulma couldn't help but think about that arrogant prick that had been ruining her entire day. Looking past all the haughtiness and his words, he was a very attractive man. Besides, she remembered throwing the banana peel at his new car, she snickered.

"I'm going to kill Jean-Carlo for making that man our new photographer," she grumbled darkly. 'Just my damn luck,' she thought as she sunk her head into the water, holding her breath. She'd worry about him tomorrow. 'But, I will make his time there a nightmare!'

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Early in the morning, Bulma awoke when her two siblings ran into her room and jumped onto her bed, startling the death out of her. She groaned, "What the hell are you guys doing in here?" Bulma yawned.

Her older brother hugged her, his long lavender hair tickling her face. "Sylph told me about your successful show yesterday! We are so happy for you," he grinned, exposing his perfectly straight and white teeth.

Bulma gave him a scrutinizing look, "Why are you in such a happy mood? Didn't you get drunk last night?" she asked.

Lex's black eyes narrowed, "Yeah I got drunk, why do you ask?"

"Well....... normally, you wake up in a more than ugly mood. And you're in here, all happy and stuff. Didn't you wake up with a hangover?" she asked as she sat up and fixed her large pillows.

"I didn't drink too much, but I did wake-up thirsty and hungry. Then Sylph got up and told me all about your great show yesterday, we're both happy for you!" he said cheerfully.

"Yeah, but even through it all, there was something that ruined my night completely," Bulma muttered darkly upon remembering.

"What happened?" her sister asked eagerly.

"I had another argument with Chichi. I slapped her when she started to use my past 'mistakes' against me," Bulma said.

"Sometimes I'm ashamed of having a sister like her," Sylph grumbled, curling around a body pillow.

Lex whistled, "I'm sure happy that I have nothing to do with her!"

Bulma jumped over him and stood, stretching. "You guys want to go out for breakfast? My treat!"

The pair on the bed jumped up before she could finish talking and they raced to the door. "Alright!" they yelled in unison. Bulma laughed, they acted like little five year olds, but she wouldn't have them any other way. They were her only family.

After her mother and stepfather had died in that plane crash, they had all been left without anyone else but each other. Chichi had blamed Bulma's mother for the death of her father, being that she had been the one flying the jet, and she had hated her and her siblings for it.

Things had been patched up between Chichi and Sylph because they were half sisters, but with Lex and Bulma, things had remained fairly the same. Lex and Sylph had chosen to stay with Bulma rather than Chichi, and she only met with Sylph away from Bulma.

Then things had gone downhill, and the situation between her and her step-sister had gotten worse. Bulma had once upon a time been married, but soon after she divorced because of Chichi, who was currently living with her ex. Things had always been a competition between them, since the ages of thirteen, all the way now to their modeling careers at twenty-two years old.

Had her siblings not been with her, Bulma would not had been able to handle her early divorce, along with the death of her parents, and step-father. Now as she watched them race out the room, she smiled, they were all she had left. "We leave in fifteen minutes!" Bulma yelled as she shut the door, listening to their replies.

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"Look, there's a spot," Lex pointed as they drove for the fifth time through the parking lot of their favorite breakfast restaurant.

Bulma was about to turn into it, but before she had the chance, a different car pulled into it and parked. She cursed and then moved forward to see if they could find another spot. When they gave the sixth turn, the spot next to the car that had stolen theirs was empty, she parked and they all got out.

"I hope we don't have to wait too long, I'm hungry," Sylph said as they walked over to the waitress and asked for a table.

"I'm sorry ma'am, but the last table was just taken and the waiting time for a free table will be from 15 to 20 minutes," she said.

Bulma cursed inwardly and then nodded, "We'll wait," she said. So they waited for about 25 minutes and then they were walked towards a table. They promptly ordered, already knowing what they wanted, and then waited patiently for their food.

So for the while remaining before the food came, all three talked. "Ok B, you said that you had met a guy yesterday, tell us about him!" Sylph said excitedly.

"Don't make it sound so great. The guy acted like a complete jerk. First, he ran over a puddle and splashed me with dirty water. Then I saw him at the show and he was trying to see me naked! THEN, it turned out that he is the agency's new photographer," she hissed angrily.

Lex gave her a wary look and then grinned, "You like him," he said simply.

Bulma glared at him and was about to give him a smart-alecky reply, but their food was brought over and she chose to stay quiet. "I don't like him," she hissed quietly.

Sylph was eating quietly, looking from her brother to her sister. Bulma did like that guy, no matter what she said, but they would never get it out of her. But, Lex, he loved baiting her. "Is he attractive to you? And don't lie," he said seriously. "I can tell when you are lying," Lex said.

Bulma slammed her hand down, hitting her fork and making it swing into the air and behind her with a chunk of scrambled egg. She gasped as it went to the other side and there was a grunt and then a curse. Bulma looked at her siblings in horror. "Shoot. Now I have to apologize," she said as she stood and moved to see who it had hit.

She stopped dead in her tracks as she looked into the eyes of her victim, he was prying egg from his black, flame like hair and with a nasty scowl on his face. "Oh, it's you," Bulma said flatly.

"I should have known that you were some kind of klutz, why the hell did your fork end up in my hair?" Vegeta snapped as he glared at the blue haired model.

"By sheer accident," Bulma said impatiently, she didn't want to end up arguing with this man, specially before she had breakfast and in public. "Look, I'm sorry ok, just forget that this even happened."

"I think not," Vegeta said as he grabbed the remaining egg from his hair and then placed it in hers. "Have a nice breakfast," he said before he walked away from her before she literally exploded in rage.

Bulma ran after him and caught him outside at his car. He had been the asshole that had stolen their parking earlier too. "Why do you have to be such a jerk?" she yelled at him.

Vegeta looked at her without interest and shrugged, "Because you've been a bitch with me and I can't be the same thing. I explained to you that I wasn't peeping, but you're so hard-headed that you won't listen," he replied calmly.

"A bitch?" Bulma asked calmly, "Then look at what this bitch is gonna do," she said as she walked over to his windshield and ran her hand, which was filled with scrambled eggs and spread it all over with deliberate slowness. "Have nice day!" Bulma said before she turned on her heel and walked back inside.

Vegeta let out a nasty string of curses and got into his car, he'd get her back and good.

Later That Same Day.........

"Hey Jean-Carlo," Bulma greeted as she walked into his office at the agency.

"Hi sweety. Did you get yourself a meeting with the people that wanted to see you?" he asked as he went through some photo images that were spread out in front of him on his large, black, marble desk.

Bulma nodded, "With any luck, I can work with all the designers and products. But I'm aiming for the major things right now," she said as she looked down at the images from the fashion show, they were all amazing.

"Do you want to see the best shot?" Jean-Carlo asked slyly, his hazel eyes narrowing slightly.

Bulma nodded and he handed her the picture. She burst out laughing when her eyes took it in. "I can't believe they captured this!" she said between laughs.

Jean-Carlo stood and walked over to her, pointing a thin finger at the picture. "Who were you glaring at?" he asked in amusement as he tapped the image of her face, which was turned away. She had an angry glare on her features and she was facing left.

"I was glaring at the new photographer you hired. He was trying to see me naked backstage! And then when I saw him sitting in the front row, I wanted to jump off the walk-way to strangle him with my bear hands!" she said, making exaggerated arm movements.

"You like Vegeta," Jean-Carlo said seriously, losing all humor.

Bulma nearly fell backwards. "LIKE HIM?!" she exploded. "I CAN'T EVEN SEE HIM ON THE STREET WITHOUT WANTING TO RUN HIM OVER!" she screeched, the windows of the office quivering with her volume.

Jean-Carlo sat back down in his large leather chair and tapped his chin in thought. "So you hate him?"

Did she really hate a man that she knew nothing about? Bulma sent him an icy look and nodded slowly, her eyes darkening. "I can't stand him and maybe yes........ I hate him!"

He raised an eyebrow, "You do know that there is a thin line between love and hate, right?"

Bulma looked at him sharply, "Are you suggesting that I am in love with a man that I don't know, that has made my life a nightmare since the first time I set eyes on him?" she asked incredulously.

"Ever heard of love at first sight?"

"I don't believe in love at first sight," she shot at him. "I do find him a bit attractive, but that's it," she said as she sat down and went through the other pictures that were on the desk.

"Why don't you get to know him? You haven't been on a date in a long time, right?" he asked.

"I am a busy woman. That is why I don't date. I don't want to date that moron, and I don't need you to tell me that I need to date!" she said in annoyance.

"If you ask me, you need to get laid," he muttered under his breath as he went through his schedule.

"I heard that," she hissed. Then she laughed softly, "Maybe I DO need to loosen up and have fun. I haven't been on a date in two years. But anyway, when is our next photo shoot?" she asked, changing the subject.

"In two days. For now, may I suggest that you have fun? Live your life. You are young and beautiful and you deserve a lot. Now get out there and find someone to take you out," he said as he pointed towards the door and picked up his phone.

"Are you throwing me out?" Bulma asked half indignant, half amused.

"Yes, now get your cute butt out there and find yourself a man!"

Bulma giggled and stood, grabbing her expensive Gucci bag. "I know when I'm not wanted," she said as she stuck out her tongue at him and walked out the door.

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Vegeta sat calmly in his chair, eyes trailing without much interest on the women that were walking, and in some cases running, about his entire studio. He was a wealthy man, and photography had always been his hobby, so the building that they were in was his. His apartment was on the last floor, and on the second was the studio.

They were all beautiful, but non was enough to hold his attention for long. Not even Chichi, who had looks, but had not even approached him since she had arrived. He was thankful though, he wasn't one for small talk, and since they had broken up, they hadn't talked to each other. He sat there brooding to himself and a few minutes later, the annoying blue haired harpy walked in.

She looked hideous, which Vegeta knew was a lie, even if she was dressed in a pair of baggy sweats and a large white T-shirt. She was make-up-less, her hair was in a low ponytail and she was wearing sunglasses.

Vegeta's eyes narrowed as he looked after her. 'You may have looks, but you won't be a match for me,' he thought with a wicked smirk. He had been so submerged in his thoughts that he didn't see the hand that was being waved in his face. "What?!" he asked in aggravation.

"Oh Geta, you were off in your own universe and you didn't notice me!" a soft female voice whined.

"What do you want Camryn?" he snapped.

"We have the first models ready and you're over here daydreaming," the beautiful brunette said as her dark blue eyes sparkled. She loved getting him angry, which was something that didn't take much work to do.

"I wasn't daydreaming. And even if I was, its non of your business," Vegeta said as he stood and he walked over to his equipment. "Alright, set them up and tell them how the poses are. I won't be doing any second shots," he commanded.

Camryn nodded and flipped her feathery, long hair over her slim shoulder, beginning to instruct the models as to what they would be doing. Vegeta regarded all the women and concluded that they were beautiful, but he found himself waiting for one in particular.

After they finished up with the first set of women, Vegeta walked over to the snack table and began to stuff his face while they waited for the next group of women.

He was leaning against a wall, lounging quietly, when he watched her step out of the room the make-up artists and fashion people had kept her for the past hour and a-half. Those people could make miracles happen in such a short time! She looked absolutely stunning, her soft curves outlined by a tight cat suit that showed a generous amount of cleavage.

Her long, pale, slender legs contrasted sharply with the navy blue color of her suit and boots that reached her thighs. Her long aqua hair had been cut in long layers and curled upwards, and she had navy blue highlights here and there. The long sleeves of her suit connected to gloves, and there was a large belt around her waist.

Bulma walked with a grace that seemed to put all the other women to shame, then she turned to look at him and her dark eyelined eyes almost darkened to the color of her suit. "What the hell are you looking at?" she asked snootily.

"Nothing much," he said flatly, turning his nose away from her.

"I could say the same," Bulma said darkly. She looked at the table of goodies and sniffed lightly, everything looked delicious.

"Try those," Vegeta said as he pointed at a plate with little puff balls that looked like they were made of bread.

"Why? Did you manage to stuff it with poison so that you could kill me?" Bulma asked in a snobbish tone.

"There you go, being an all around bitch with me again. Suit yourself, I was merely recommending you try something that tastes good," he shrugged and took a sip of his bottle of water.

"Fine." Bulma sighed and took a little puff ball, putting it into her mouth.

"Oh, and did I mention that they were extremely spicy?" Vegeta asked.

Bulma's eyes widened and very bravely ate the eye-watering little morsel. She grabbed a bottle of water before she walked away from him, giving Vegeta a good view of her backside as she went. He tried to hold in his chuckles and walked behind her, approaching his equipment.

Camryn bounced over to them, she was feeling energetic and really loosened up. She loved her job, and most importantly, she loved working with the always grumpy Vegeta. "Alright, these shots are going to be taken with the blue screen behind you three. I will instruct you in how to pose, but the picture will be later completed. Then we will move on to the window and have a view of the city behind those shots, ok?" she asked.

Bulma, 18 and Chichi nodded, all three wearing similar suits, but different style, cut, texture and color. Thankfully for Bulma, 18 stood between her and Chichi, so she didn't have the displeasure of brushing near her 'evil' step-sister.

Vegeta tried to take deep steadying breaths as he watched the beautiful blue haired woman pose with ease, radiating beauty that not even Chichi could match. It seemed that the little spicy food-move hadn't even dazed her, she looked relaxed. He turned into professional mode and began to click away, in some pictures, zooming into her face.

After he had shot all the required poses and backgrounds, they took a break. He still had two more sets of models to photograph, another change of outfit and then he would take pictures of all of them together. After that, they would be done for the day.

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"Did you girls see the looks that the new photographer was giving Bulma?" 18 asked the other models that were there.

One of them nodded, "Yeah, he was looking at you like a starving man looking at a juicy sirloin steak." They all laughed and made Bulma blush a deep shade of red.

"That guy is a complete jerk. I've had the displeasure of talking to him a few times and he's a pompous and arrogant man. Besides, he's a pervert!" Bulma complained as a woman stood behind her and fixed her hair into a different style.

"But you can't deny that he is a sight for sore eyes, can you?" Mina asked.

"I didn't say that. But looks don't take away the flaws in his attitude," Bulma said smartly.

18 then leaned over to whisper, "Did you see the looks that Chichi was giving him? They were kinda like the looks he was giving Bulma," she said conspiratorially.

Bulma's eyes widened at this, "Chichi always went on and on about a boyfriend that was a photographer, she was like madly in love with him, but then he broke up with her. I wonder if this is the same guy, it would be too much coincidence, right?"

Mina shrugged, "Maybe not. But he's too cute for her," she said in a annoyed tone.

"Yeah, and Chichi likes to be the good looking one in the relationship," Bulma snickered.

"You girls have so many interesting things to say about each other," the hair stylist said as she finished with Bulma's hair and moved on to do 18's straight locks.

Bulma twirled in her chair and looked at her, "What do you mean with that Janet?" she asked curiously.

Janet wagged a finger at her, "My lips are sealed. I don't talk about what they say about you," she said as she pointed towards the door. "And I don't talk about what you girls say when they're not here. But I will tell you that neither of you say nice things about each other," she said with a small laugh.

"So....... Chichi is talking crap about me. Well, I'll just have to do something about that," Bulma said as she stood and walked over to the large room divider, where she would change into her next outfit.

"What are you going to do?" 18 asked as Janet put her hair into puffy waves.

"If that photographer had anything to do with Chichi, I will have to find out if she still feels something for him. If she does, then he'll be my way to get back at her. For every single thing that she has ever done to me," Bulma said darkly.

"I thought you couldn't stand the guy," Mina called as she walked out from another divider, already dressed.

"I can't stand him, but I might make the exception just to spite my dear sister off," Bulma replied as she came back out. The outfit she was wearing was an extremely long, jade-green dress that covered her bosom, but had a low dip in the cleavage. It was held up by a thin strap around her neck, and left mostly everything out in the open. Her back was completely bare and it had a slit from her mid-thigh down, showing off her long slender leg.

Along with it she was wearing leather stilettos and a series of thin chains around her hips. Her long, straight hair was held up on one side by a jade flower pin, and her eyes were surrounded by greenish, glittering powder.

Janet finished with 18's hair and she went over to dress herself. When she came out, she was wearing a dress the same color as Bulma's, but it was tube-top and it flared down from her hips to her calves. She was wearing green heeled sandals, and they had put in jade contacts to match her outfit. Her hair was in long waves over her shoulders and there was a long silver necklace around her neck, and green glitter over her collar bone and shoulders.

"You think that he'll fall for you?" 18 asked as they walked out of the room and towards the new background that had been put up.

"If I want him to, he will. But he looks like those type of men that don't fall easily. He looks stubborn," she whispered to 18 as they both stared at him.

Vegeta glared at Bulma and turned to check his equipment for the next shots. What the woman was wearing made him want to turn back and stare, but he wouldn't give her the pleasure of seeing that he found her even remotely attractive.

"He has a nice butt though," 18 whispered as they continued to stare at him.

"He does," Bulma agreed as they walked to stand in front of the background. "Look at the way Chichi is looking at him, you were right!" she continued to whisper.

"Are you planning on a way of murdering me while I turn my back on you?" a deep voice interrupted their whispering.

Both women looked over and Bulma's eyes narrowed at Vegeta. "If I wanted to kill you, I'd do it face to face. I'd be delighted in seeing you suffer," she shot at him smugly.

"How would you kill me? With your puny hands?" he mocked as he reached over and lifted her thin wrist. He dropped it quickly when he felt the soft silk of her skin, feeling a tingle run up his arm.

Bulma blinked at him, feeling his somewhat rough hand on her wrist, she felt a spark run up the length of her arm and she contained a huge blush. "My hands may be puny, but I can do many things with them," she purred in low seductive tone.

Vegeta blinked once and then smirked, "Just by looking at you, I'm sure you can," he said with hidden meaning.

Bulma gasped at his words, she knew what he meant. How dare he insult her? "I don't know what kind of women YOU are used to dealing with, but judging by the way you act, they must not be too...... what's the word?.......... classy?" she trailed off when Camryn came over.

"What are you kids talking about?" Camryn asked with a smile.

"What a gentleman Vegeta really is," Bulma said sweetly, turning to walk away from them and towards 18. She had left her with Vegeta and had been watching them interact. She could tell that Bulma liked him, even though she said she didn't.

Vegeta sneered to himself and glared at the woman next to him, "Let's get working. I want to get this over with as quickly as possible," he said as he set his camera on the tripod.

Camryn looked from Vegeta to the blue haired model and frowned. "Women troubles?" she asked slowly.

Vegeta stopped and then let out a dry chuckle, "I have no women troubles. But if I did, I wouldn't tell you," he said as he focused his camera and motioned for her to get the models ready.

The brunette gave him a last look and then turned to the models that were waiting. These poses would be done as individuals, and then in a group. Bulma looked at Vegeta, not noticing the camera, and she fluttered her long lashes seductively.

Vegeta tried to ignore her and he just clicked away with ease. She smiled and he faltered a bit, moving the camera away from his eyes, he stared at her for a few seconds. "Try to capture my beauty as much as you can, ok?" she asked him sweetly, startling him out of his thoughts.

His features didn't even twitch, he just looked at her briefly and then returned to his camera. 'Tough nut to crack, this one,' Bulma thought with a soft sigh. 'But everything has a breaking point.' When he was done, he just turned away and walked over to replace the film of his camera.

Bulma wanted so bad to take off her shoe and throw it at his head, but she stopped herself, walking towards some stools that had been set up for them. They had to lift their dresses so that they weren't wrinkled if they sat in chairs. 18 came over to sit next to her and she grinned, "He likes you," she whispered.

Bulma scoffed, "He's too arrogant for my taste. I'm starting to think my plan over. I don't want to be on a short fuse 24-7 because of him. He's cute but........."

The blonde raised an eyebrow, "But what?"

Bulma looked at her seriously, "I don't think that I'm over what your brother did to me," she said sadly.

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Could it be that Bulma really isn't over her ex? And what was it that he did to her that was so bad? Well, this chapter went fairly slow, but I can guarantee that the next one will be MUCH better. I appreciate your comments and would love to hear what you think about this chapter and I don't mind if you e-mail me.

Have a good weekend and I'll see you guys soon!

Byebye

~!Joey!~