Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Magnetized ❯ Flirts ( Chapter 3 )

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Flirts

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"I'm not over what he did to me," Bulma repeated almost to herself.

18 sighed and looked at her friend sadly. "I couldn't believe what he did either, but sometimes I think things happen for a reason."

Bulma shook her head, "He left me broken, he took everything important to me. I'm afraid of getting hurt again," she said with a forced smile, not wanting her friend to see her pain.

"I know that my brother hurt you deeply, and for that I hated him. But, how are you going to know when you've found the perfect man if you don't even try?" 18 asked.

"I doubt that this one is going to be the perfect man for me," Bulma laughed.

They were all called back to the shoot and Jean-Carlo came over, "Alright my sweets, these are the last shots and then we're done, ok?"

Chichi stepped up, "When will we see the pictures?" she asked, not turning to look at Vegeta.

"I'll have them ready in two days," he answered, looking her dead in the face with a defiant look on his own.

"If that doesn't prove that he is her ex, then what will?" 18 asked Bulma softly.
Bulma nodded in agreement, "I'll have to find out for sure," she whispered back.

"Ok," Camryn said as she walked between all the women. "Will you please follow me and stand where I indicate you to," she said as she began to point out where the women would be standing and which way they had to face.

"Why are you always frowning?"

Vegeta looked up and scowled, "What's it to you woman? Last I heard, you hated my guts and I was a pervert. Why do you care?" he snapped.

Bulma laughed softly, "Well I do hate your guts, AND you are a pervert, but I know for a fact that you are conscious of your good looks. Why mar them with that ugly frown?" she asked again, flipping her hair over a slim shoulder.

He looked at her suspiciously, "Had I not seen the way you act normally, I'd say you were hitting on me." He smirked, "But I highly doubt that," he chuckled.

She pursed her lips and narrowed her darkening blue eyes, "Don't feel too smug, I'm not hitting on you. But the looks you give me would suggest that very same thing to me," she said softly before walking away.

Vegeta cursed, he had been caught. He'd have to be more careful when it came to this woman. She was sharper, cunning and more beautiful than any other that had crossed his life before. And there had been many.

"Vegeta! Geez man, snap out of it," Camryn was in his face again. "The girls are all ready, and you're standing over here like a damn statue. Hurry up because I'm hungry," she hissed before she walked back to see if there were any flaws in the position of the models.

He was done in a matter of minutes, and all the women went off to change their clothes and to leave. As he started to put away his things, he watched Bulma as she walked off with the blonde, both talking softly and sending glances his way.

"He's into you," 18 giggled, "You'd make a cute couple with him. I'm serious."

Bulma gave her an annoyed look, "We're just on the flirting stage, at least for me. Stop imagining things that may not even happen!" she said as they walked to their things and began to change. "I'm going to wash off my face," Bulma said as she walked away.

18 looked at Bulma's bag and then checked to see if she was nowhere in sight, then she reached her hand in and pulled something out, placing it in her pocket. Then she grinned and walked to the rest room when Bulma came out.

"So, where are we going?" Bulma asked when 18 came over to her.
18 grinned, "How about we go get something to eat, I'm starving!" she said as she walked over to get her bag and then walked with Bulma towards the door.

"That sounds great! This shoot didn't feel too long, but hours have passed," Bulma said.
The blonde nodded and while on her way out, she brought something out of her pocket and dropped it on a couch that was near the door. She grinned at Bulma and they walked out the door without a backwards glance.

At least her. Bulma on the other hand, turned and glanced at the photographer that was trying not to look at her either. 18 smirked and sent her friend an amused look. "Shut up!" Bulma whined as they walked into the elevator.

"I didn't say anything!" the blonde said in her defense.

"You didn't have to say anything. I saw that look you gave me and I'll tell you again, he may be cute, but he's not my type."

"So, when is your brother coming back from the trip? I want to see Ty," Bulma said as she and 18 sat in a nice restaurant having drinks and their lunch.

18 nodded, "He'll be back Sunday morning. Ty is such a cutie! Last month, she had a ballet recital and she looked so beautiful," she smiled.

Bulma sighed sadly, "I saw the recital. Your brother taped it and then sent it to me by mail. She did look beautiful, didn't she? I just wish that I could have been there to see her perform."

"Don't feel bad Bulma. She's ok with my brother, he takes care of her as much as he can. Ty is happy, and I know that for you, that is what matters the most, right?" 18 asked her downhearted friend.

Bulma nodded, "That is why I let her stay with him. Her happiness is a million times more important than mine. But enough........... I want to call my brother to say hi," she said as she went through her bag for her phone.

18 tried not to giggle as she watched her friend dig her hand into the bag and not find her phone. Then she dumped all the contents onto the table and looked to see if she found it. "What's wrong?" she asked innocently.

"I lost my phone!" Bulma cried in aggravation. "This is not my day!" she said as she leaned down and put her forehead on the table.

"I have an idea. Why don't you call your cell to see if anyone found it?" 18 asked as she handed Bulma her own phone.

Bulma huffed and took the phone, dialing her number. "I doubt that the person that has my phone is going to give it back-........" she trailed off as it rung a few times and then someone answered.

"Hello?" A man's deep voice answered.

"Who the hell is this?" Bulma snapped harshly.

"You tell me. I don't even know who's phone this is," the voice in the other line snapped back.

Bulma scoffed, "Tell me your name." His voice seemed awfully familiar.

There was a snort on the other end, "You tell me yours first," he said in a suspicious tone.

"My name is Bulma. Tell me your name now," she commanded.

The man let out a sensuous, and low chuckle. "I can't believe this. I should have known that you would find some way of hearing my voice again," he said arrogantly.

Bulma recognized him immediately. "Vegeta! What the hell are you doing with my phone?" she yelled.

Vegeta growled in annoyance. "The phone was left here on my couch, and I don't know by who. Maybe it was all a ploy so that you could see me again, don't you think?" he asked her slyly.

Bulma scoffed, "You think too much of yourself. Are you going to be home?" she asked snootily.

"Why?" Vegeta asked.

"To get my phone back, idiot! What, are you dense?"

"If you were a man, I would have punched you for that remark," he replied calmly.

"But I'm not a man, am I? Otherwise, you wouldn't have been staring at me the way you were," she said smugly.

"Don't feel too smug. I've seen better," he said evilly. He knew that was a lie.

"How dare you? You son of a-........"

She was rudely cut off. "So what time are you coming over to get your phone? I don't have all day to wait for you, I have a life," he said.

Bulma smirked to herself, "That's what you say. I really don't know if you have a life or not. Ok, I'll be by in a few minutes, bye!" she hung up with a laugh before he could utter another snappy word.

18 looked at her in amusement and took back her phone. She needed to make a hasty retreat before Bulma realized that she had been the one responsible for the little phone maneuver and decided to knock her head off.

"Juu......" Bulma began with a stern note in her voice, blue eyes narrowed and lips pursed into a tight line. She was angry, and 18 had to run. The way she said her name was usually in a happy tone, but right now, it was said in anger.

"Well, look at the time. I have to go get my grocery shopping done," the blonde woman said as she took out a crispy bill and put it on a table. "My treat!" she said before she grabbed her bag and literally ran out, then she turned at the door and waved sweetly at Bulma.

The blue haired woman cursed under her breath and then stood to go. She needed to get her phone.

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"It took you long enough," Vegeta said as he opened the door for Bulma and then closed it when she walked in. His eyes traveling her backside once again.

"I'm just here to get my cell. Can I have it back so that I can leave please?" she asked politely as she turned to look at him, assessing his looks slowly.

Vegeta walked over to a table and then handed the small phone to her. Then for a few seconds, they stared at each other, not knowing what to say. Then Bulma looked around his place, this was the floor he lived on, and she nodded.

"Nice place you have here," she said uncomfortably.

He frowned, but then grunted, "What, do you want a tour?" he asked sarcastically.

"Would you give me one?" Bulma asked softly, giving him a shy smile.

Vegeta rolled his eyes and nodded, "Fine," he said as he motioned for her to follow him.

Bulma admired his taste. From the all black pool table in his den, the huge, flat screen, plasma TV in the living room, to the huge bed with the black silk sheets, it all screamed rugged style. "Did you hire someone to design this for you?" she asked him shrewdly.

He sent her a smirk that made her heart flutter against herself, and he shook his head. "I don't think it is too hard to believe that I designed this myself," he said.

Bulma smiled, and Vegeta had to remind himself to keep breathing. "You don't look like the type of man that takes the time to design his own apartment. That is why I asked. But its very nice, kudos on the great style," she said before she began to walk towards the door.

"Listen......" he stopped her as she grabbed the doorknob. Bulma turned and looked at him expectantly. "Maybe, you would join me for dinner when you are not busy?" he stated, more than questioned. "As a sort of truce."

Her blue eyes sparkled and she grinned slowly, being taken back to high school when boys wanted to ask her out and were too shy to do it. But Vegeta, he looked like a man that liked to take charge. Bulma liked that in a man, and more importantly, she liked Vegeta.

"I would love that!" then she fished through her bag and took out a pen and paper. "Call me and we'll set up a date," she said as she wrote her phone number down and handed it to him. "Bye!" she said and he acknowledge her with a nod before she left his home.

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"So you guys are going out on a date?" 18 asked Bulma incredulously. The blue haired woman nodded.

"You don't have to thank me for stealing your cell and "leaving" it there. You can thank me after your date," 18 said as she crossed her arms over her chest smugly.

Bulma glared at her. "You should thank ME, for not wanting to kick your ass the way you deserve for pulling a stunt like that!" she hissed in a soft tone as they walked into the gym at the agency.

18 smirked and walked over to the weights, while Bulma went for the treadmill. "But had I not done it, you wouldn't be going out with that beef cake," she said as she started to warm up with the smallest weight.
Bulma set the pace to slow and increased it by the minute, "We're going out on Friday. I just hope that Jean-Carlo doesn't make us do anything that prevents me from going out with that cutie," she said between breaths.

Her blonde friend just sent her a knowing smile and continued her work-out, Bulma liked that guy and she could see it in his eyes, Vegeta liked her too. They'd make a cute couple, if they gave it time.

About two hours later, Jean-Carlo walked into the gym and called the attention of the group of women, stopping their work-out. "Ladies. We have a new show and photo shoot next week. You will be modeling for Tommy Hilfiger along with an agency of male models. We are going to have a meeting with the guys tomorrow morning, so be here early."

"Are they cute?" one girl asked eagerly.

"Have patience, you'll see them tomorrow, so I recommend that you all look your best," Jean-Carlo said with a grin.

Bulma rolled her eyes and walked over to the weights as 18 walked over to the punching bag. "So where are you guys going to go for your date?" 18 asked as she began to punch.

"I don't know yet. We talked yesterday and he said that he would pick me up and take me somewhere, but he wouldn't tell me where. He said he wants it to be a surprise," Bulma said with a small grin.

"Bulma don't lie to me! You like him, just admit it and stop arguing with me. Besides, I'm your best friend," 18 trailed off, a hurt look on her pretty features.

Her blue haired friend smiled and shook her head, "Don't look so hurt. I'm sorry Juu, you ARE my best friend. And YES I AM going to admit that I like him, happy now?" Bulma asked with a mock glare on her face.

"Very!" 18 said with a smirk. Then they watched as Chichi entered the gym and began to walk towards the weights. 18 gasped loudly, "Bulma, are you really going out with VEGETA?" she asked, her voice raising in volume as she uttered the last words.

Bulma glared at the blonde, but she knew what she was up to. "Oh yeah, he said that he was going to take me to the most romantic place on Friday. He's just such a fine looking man," she told her friend, watching in satisfaction as Chichi stiffened and after a moment, began to work out.

18 giggled and began to punch the bag again, her long hair swinging with her movements. "I hope you guys have a good time. If you feel that he's the one that will make you happy, don't let the opportunity pass you by, ok?" she asked between breaths.

"Yeah, Juu. Thanks for being a good friend," Bulma said as she changed to some heavier weights and stopped talking so that she could breathe with her exercise.

"After your date, you are going to give me all the details, right?" 18 turned to look at her.

Bulma snickered and nodded. She really felt giddy about going out on a date after so much time had passed. Vegeta was a very handsome man and very dark in the same breadth. There was a mystery about him that intrigued her. She couldn't wait to know more about him.

18 was right, Bulma thought as her step sister turned to briefly glare at her. 'I like him, and I like him a lot,' she thought to herself with a light smile, not caring much for what the dark haired woman thought.

"Hello?" Camryn asked as she answered the phone of Vegeta's studio.

"Hey Camryn, this is Bulma Briefs. Yeah, Vegeta told me to call you and ask you for the number of the restaurant that he is going to take me to on Friday. Will you be nice enough to give it to me?"

"Well, he really didn't give me the address, but I can give you the name and you can find the address for yourself," Camryn answered suspiciously.

"That's fine," she responded.

"Ok, he said that he had made reservations at 'Alpenglow Stube'. I thought he was going to pick you up?" Camryn said.

"Thank you so much, bye," she said as she hung up the phone. Chichi sneered to herself. How could someone possibly find her voice similar to Bulma's? They had nothing in common and it was absurd.
But, she had gotten what she wanted. Chichi smirked to herself and then picked up the phone once again. She needed to get the address of the restaurant that Bulma and Vegeta would be going to. "Oh Chi, you are evil," she whispered to herself. She had a plan to get back at her stepsister, and she was sure that nothing would go wrong.

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Next Morning..........

"You think Vegeta is going to be here too?" 18 asked Bulma as they walked towards their cars from the juice place they had just gone to.

Bulma sighed, "I don't know, I haven't talked to him since the day we spoke about our date. Maybe he will be there," she said with a minor shrug. "Alright, I'll meet you at the agency."

"Alright B," 18 said as she stepped into her black Navigator and revved the engine. They both drove the short distance and arrived at the agency, parking their cars and stepping out to go meet some male models.

"Do you think I over-dressed?" Bulma asked as she pointed to herself. She was wearing a thin dress made of sheer material with two layers that clung to her body softly. Thin straps fell over her shoulders, and the skirt was in uneven layers that went from her knees to her calves. She wore a simple pair of heels with a strap over her toes and one that crossed at her ankles and around, a handbag, and a pair of thin bracelets at her wrists, with her hair in soft waves.

18 shook her head. "We're models and as so, we should never get caught looking less than our best. Besides, we're about to meet handsome men," she said smartly, twirling a strand of her blonde hair from her high-ponytail in her index finger. She was wearing a sparkling, white halter top, and a pair of white, shinning Capri's with white sandals with small heels.

Bulma thought about that and nodded, "I can't wait to see-.........." she trailed off as a man opened the door for them and smiled. Behind them there were two other guys and they were all simply stunning.

The tallest one had the longest, spikiest hair they had ever seen, and he was nicely muscled too. Behind him stood a guy who was as equally good looking, he also had long haired spikes, but they only reached his mid- back, he had a nice body and a flirtatious look on his face. The guy in the back, well he was handsome and also as tall, but with a mysterious air about him. He was of a dark tan and tall, with wild spikes of hair that fanned out like a sort of star.

"Good morning beautiful ladies," the tall man rumbled with a grin.

"Morning!" Both women replied in unison as they walked into the agency, followed by the tall gorgeous men.

"You guys are the models we're waiting for?" 18 asked.

The tall one nodded and extended his hand, "My name is Raditz, nice to meet you." They shook hands and the other men stepped forward.

"I'm Yamcha," said the second guy, grabbing Bulma's hand and laying a soft kiss upon it.
She smiled and looked at the guy in the back, he was cute. "Hello, my name is Turles," he said as he leaned over and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

"It's nice to meet you all, I'm Bulma," she said to all of them.

"And I'm 18," the blonde said. "You guys ready for the upcoming show?" she asked as they walked towards the sitting room.

Raditz and Turles nodded, while Yamcha kept his eyes glued to the blue haired beauty. "I really hope I get to work with you," he whispered to Bulma.

"We'll have to see what Jean-Carlo has to say. But it would be nice to work with guys for a change. Frankly, it gets a bit boring when you only have to compete with other girls, with guys, I guess it brings on a challenge," she said with a smile.

"Do you have a boyfriend?" Yamcha asked slyly.

"Why?" Bulma asked, trying to hide a small blush.

"I'd be surprised if a beautiful woman like you doesn't have men fawning at her feet," he said.

As soon as the words left his mouth, Bulma watched as Vegeta walked into the agency and past her. His eyes traveled the length of her body and Bulma's mouth went dry. She blinked once and then turned to look at the man next to her. "Come again?" she asked a bit in a daze.

Yamcha watched the shorter man flash him a dark scowl and then keep on his way. He noticed Bulma's reaction and how a light blush was covering her fair cheeks. "I see," he whispered softly.

Bulma frowned, "What? I have no boyfriend."

"Then who is he?" Yamcha asked as he nodded towards the short man that was standing in a corner, looking bored with everything surrounding him.

Bulma shrugged, "There's nothing going on," she said nonchalantly.

"Then you wouldn't mind if I ask you out one of these days?" he asked playfully.

She turned to look at Vegeta briefly, and then shook her head. "No, that would be great. But first I need to have some spare time. I'm new at this agency and offers have been raining on me to work," she smiled.

"No problem," Yamcha said with a flirtatious grin. Then he grabbed his phone, "Do you want to give me your number and get down mine?" he asked.

Bulma nodded and took out her own phone. They exchanged numbers and then Bulma walked over to sit next to her blonde friend, who was having a nice conversation with Turles. He excused himself and said that he was going to meet the rest of the models.

"You gave him your number?" 18 asked with a shake of her head.

Bulma nodded and then shrugged, "Vegeta and I are not serious. We haven't even gone out on our first date, yet. There's no wrong in going out with different guys," she whispered softly. Then she elbowed her friend, "What about this cutie?"

18 laughed softly, "He's cute, but he's a little conceited," she said with a sigh.

Bulma nodded, "All male models are conceited. Well, maybe with the exception of that guy Raditz, he's cute and laid-back. He seems like a guy that is conscious of his looks, but he doesn't give it too much importance," she said.

"Wow, analyzing these guys are we?" 18 asked shrewdly.

"Yeah. Like that Yamcha guy, he's another one that thinks that his good looks are going to get him everything. I could tell by the way he conducts himself," Bulma said smartly.

Then, they watched as a group of exotic looking men walked into the agency. The one that was most fetching, was a blue skinned man. He had long, green hair and amber colored eyes. After him came a tall guy with spiky hair, and a nice, muscular body. There was a tall guy that was bald and with a third eye on his forehead, and a short bald guy with little dots on his forehead. One that looked strange was a red-skinned man with white hair and black eyes. They were all cute.

Chichi was already there, with the other models sitting with her and she looked absolutely at home with Yamcha flirting with her and occasionally running his hands through her long dark hair.

Bulma rolled her eyes and then stood to walk over to Vegeta. He had moved over to the food table and was picking at some things with a light sniff. He looked at her briefly and pointed at a plate, "Try those," he chuckled.

"Why? Are they spicy too?" she asked sarcastically.

Vegeta shook his head, "No, but they are really sweet. You'll have to work your ass off to lose those extra calories," he said as he pinched her stomach.

Bulma gasped in indignation, smacking his hand away and laughing, "How dare you? Are you insinuating that I'm fat? First, you say that I am skin and bones, and now I'm fat?"

Vegeta smirked, "No. Everything is nicely put together," he said as he eyed her form.

She blushed and looked away from him, noticing that Chichi was glaring at her. 'Stuff it sister. This man slipped from your grasp and it's too late to want him back,' Bulma thought with a small smirk of her own. She leaned over and pressed a small kiss to his cheek and picked up what he had offered her, trying and nodding at its sweet taste. She grinned as she walked back to her wide-eyed, blond friend.

Jean-Carlo walked into the room and clapped, getting everyone's attention. "Ok children. I assume that you all have met each other?" there were noises of agreement and he nodded. "Ok, we will have to work our butts off today, tomorrow, Saturday and early Sunday. Get this...... the show is Sunday night!"

"Isn't that a little too soon? I mean, if we rehearse a little too much, then we will be exhausted by Sunday," Mina said thoughtfully.

Jean-Carlo nodded, "We will work hard but I won't have you work 'til you drop. You will have chances to rest, and even to sleep if you'd like, but we must be ready for Sunday. This will prove to designers and to the press that you are all the best that are out there," he said with a grin towards Bulma and 18.

"How are we going to model? Who's going to be there?" Chichi asked.

"At rehearsal, you will all walk with each guy and I, along with Camryn, will determine who goes best with who. As for who is going to be there, everybody. The press, movie stars, other designers, you name it, they'll be there," Jean-Carlo said. "If all questions have been answered, then let's go," he said as he nodded towards the door.

Bulma and 18 walked slowly towards the door and Bulma hung back to wait for Vegeta. "Are you going with us?" she asked with interest.

Vegeta nodded, "I have to see the place and know where the best place to be positioned for photographing will be," he said.

"Hmmm, in case I don't have the chance to speak to you again, I'll see you tomorrow," she said with a sweet smile.

Vegeta's breath caught in his throat at the sheer beauty of her face, her big, blue eyes, sparkling and framed with long lashes. He gulped lightly and nodded, then he stopped her and brought her slim hand to his lips.

"Think about me all day," he said with a smirk.

'I will!' Bulma said as her heart fluttered, but instead she answered, "Only if you think of me." Then 18 pulled her away and she waved good-bye to Vegeta. He gave her a nod and walked off to his own car.

Chichi watched it all with a dark wave of jealousy rolling though her. 'Vegeta was mine, Bulma. I took your husband from you, I can take the next guy from you too. You have no idea what is in store for you,' she thought with a smug smirk as she stepped into her car and began to drive.

So, Vegeta and Bulma are being civil to each other and I bet you guys thought that 18 was a little thief, huh? By the way, can you guys guess who Ty is? There are so many questions, so little space to answer them in.



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Chichi is a real biatch, isn't she? (By the way, I spelled biatch like that on purpose) So, what do you guys think she has planned against her poor stepsister? He he he, sorry but you will have to wait for the next chapter, which will cover Bulma and Vegeta's date.

I won't tell you anymore because I want you guys to be surprised. So, let me know what you thought about this chapter or the story in general, and I will try to have the next chapter out soon!
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