Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Stress ❯ Stress ( Chapter 1 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

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This is The Enforcer speaking,

I have written many fics in my time, some good, some bad, some praised, some cursed, but here I go again, I rarely right none AU fics but lately I've had the itch to do so, so here I am, back to writing again, my latest fic, besides this one is The Worlds Smartest.

Summary:
This takes place during the three mysterious years in which, Bulma and Vegeta became a couple and trunks is born.
Bulma is under a great deal of stress, capsule corps. is about to be transferred over into her name, her father has taken a vacation with her mother leaving capsule and everything else all to Bulma, Vegeta is constantly breaking the GR, demanding new bots, eating everything in the house, and other wise being a pain in the ass, to top it off Yamcha is constantly over, hanging off of Bulma and the woman has just about had enough, she's ready to explode, and the question is not if but when and who will be the first victim of Bulmas wrath...

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Th e morning was calm, small birds chirped as they flew amongst the blooming cherry trees, the sun was just rising over the horizon, a thin layer of dew covered the grass, but suddenly all the serenity was broken.

"Woman!"
"Bulma!"
"Ms. Briefs!"
"Gods be damned," Shouted the Blue haired woman as she ran about the house, she had a business meeting at ten, it was already nine, she had papers to sign, people to brown nose...
Bulma scampered around the house looking for her missing heel, trying not to wrinkle her skirt, her jacket only half on, and a cup of jo in one hand.

A phone suddenly started ringing, then her beeper went off.

"What? this had better be important!" The frazzled woman shouted into the receiver as she dialed up the number that beeped her on her cell.

"No, yes, what do you mean the meetings been moved up, who the hell told them they could do that, no, goddamn it, what ever!?" Slamming the phone down Bulma put the cell to her ear.

"What do you want Mr. Mandel? Yes, no, I have absolutely no time to speak to some intern at the moment, the blue prints are in the- yes they are I put them in there my self- you moved them? When?"

"Bulma, hey Bulma!" Spinning around while still arguing on the phone Bulma spotted Yamcha standing in the door way. "Hey babe lets go out tonight some time, oh can I come with you to work today, wow you look so tired, maybe you should go back to sleep or something hun."

"Yamcha I'm busy right now, can you not see--No Mr. Mandel no in the file under...” Bulma turned away from Yamcha and continued her search for her shoe.

"Woman, blast you, I need the GR fixed now!" Not even looking up Bulma yelled.

"To hell with you, I can't fix it now, you broke it again, it's your fault you'll have to wait until some time later tonight!"

"But I thought you were going out with me tonight?"

"I never said that."

"Ms. Briefs, the blue prints?"

"Fix it now Woman!"

"Ring, Ring, Ring, Beep, Beep, Beep."

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAh, FUCK It, SHUT THE HELL UP!!!" Bulma screamed coming out from under the couch with her shoe in hand; she chucked the coffee cup at Vegeta.

"You can go to hell until I have time to fix the machine," she pointed at Yamcha next, "You take up too much of my time as it is, you clingy sonvabitch," then she rounded on the man on the phone, "You lost 'em you find 'em, you dumb piece of monkey shit, I don't even know why I hired you!"

Slamming the cell shut, she marched over to the other phone, yanked the cord out of the wall grabbing her beeper she threw it in the sink with a loud crash, slung her jacket the rest of the way on, slipped her heel on, and walked out the door, fixing her hair and grabbing her brief case as she went.
Slamming the door shut with a loud bang Bulma shouted.

"Go to Hell, the whole world can just go to hell."

The Enforcer
AN- Hey please review, I know it takes a little time but I enjoy hearing others opinions about my fics, good bad just as long as its not a flame, flames are just annoying.