Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Bulma in Me ❯ Chapter 5
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By: Cordelialove 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 04.29.2008 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 251 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 04.29.2008 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 251 | Status: Work In Progress
Chapter 5
After the awkward breakfast I decided it was time to do a little exploring. So I grabbed my purse and hopped into the car I knew was mine; a spicy red convertible with black leather interior.
Perfect.
I slid in with ease and hit the gas. It was time to take this body shopping! For the first time in my life I had the dream body, the dream car, and the loads of cash. It was time for some fun.
I pulled up to a stop light, one hand on the wheel, and suddenly had the feeling I was being watched. I turned to my right and there, in a black SUV, were three attractive guys about my age…and they were salivating.
I tried to hold my giggles, tried to pretend that this happened to me every day and I was used to it, but my mind was screaming like a teenager. The guys were gesturing at me, whistling and yelling like boys do, and I could not wipe the smile off my face. But I had bigger fish to fry. So when the light turned I blew them a kiss, stepped on the gas, and left them in my dust, laughing and waving.
At the mall things only got better. There were so many stores, so many racks of beautiful, designer clothing, and for once I could afford them! I tried on everything, from slinky, curve hugging black dresses, to designer low rise jeans, to sexy halter tops. But even with all the money I could still only bring myself to buy a few items. I supposed it was just something I would eventually get used to, depending on how long I was going to be Bulma. At this point in time I could only hope for forever.
After the clothes I bought shoes. Demure kitten heels, soft, suede boots, and strappy sandals. Shoes seemed a lot easier to buy and before I knew it my arms were dragging with all the bags I had purchased. It seemed I was going to have a hard time getting to my car when I suddenly felt the weight being lifted. I was soon surrounded by shopping attendants offering to carry my bags to my car. This was new.
“Let me take those, Miss Briefs.” Such service! I knew money made people treat you differently, but this was amazing to me.
I was soon walking to my car, a line of attendants in tow, and I have to say I felt like a queen. As they loaded my trunk and I handed out tips, I began to realize how different life is for the rich and the beautiful.
I could get used to this.
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“I’m home!” I entered the house and set a servo bot to the task of unloading my car, again suprising myself at my knowledge of the robots. But I suppose I did build them.
“Mom? Dad?”
It seemed the house was empty. I headed to the kitchen and sure enough there was a note from my mother.
Bulma,
We went shopping for some new swimwear for the cruise. There are 5 casseroles in the fridge. Stick them in the oven at 350 until the cheese bubbles. There should be enough for both you and our handsome guest! J
Love,
Mom
I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. How could my mother take to someone who treated her with such disrespect in her own home? Maybe she didn’t realize just how boorish he really was.
“Ignorance is bliss, I guess…” I mumbled to myself.
“Talking to yourself, woman? You realize that is the first sign of lunacy. I have to say, however, it’s not surprising.”
He stood there, towel over his shoulders, arms crossed, and that irritating smirk.
“What do you want, Vegeta? I don’t have time to fix your dumb GR right now. And the name’s Bulma, tough guy.” If he was going to treat me like garbage then I’d treat him worse.
The smirk disappeared.
“I need my dinner. The fool woman is out; make it for me.”
I snorted. “What am I, you’re slave? Make it yourself!”
He seemed to ponder this for a moment, all the while looking me up and down as if he was appraising a house. Then, surprisingly, the smirk returned. This couldn’t be good.
“You know…” his voice suddenly dropped to a seductive note, and he began slowly approaching me, “you should be careful how you address the prince of all Saiyans…because on my planet, you would’ve been a slave…woman.” He added with a hint of contempt.
He was now only a foot away from me. I was beginning to get uncomfortable, but also severely pissed off. Who did he think he was?
“Is that so? Well too bad you’re planet is gone, you prince of noth-“
I was suddenly cut off by his hand around my throat. He slammed me into the wall, knocking the wind out of me. His nose was now inches from mine, and he had me pinned against the wall.
“How DARE you!” he hissed into my face. “You are nothing but a tiny weakling and I could snuff your life from you with a flick of my WRIST.”
My feet were inches above the ground and I was wheezing loudly, my lungs burning.
“Then do it.” I whispered, mustering up what courage I had and praying that he was bluffing.
He stared at me for a long time. His hard body pressed into mine, his breath tickling my lips. He seemed to be contemplating, and then he sneered and dropped me to the floor. I landed hard with a gasp.
“Then who would make my dinner?” He said, smirk now firmly in place. And with that he turned his back on me. Stopping only to tell me that I had an hour to prepare his meal or else he’d finish what he started. Then he was gone.
I sat there for a while, just rubbing my neck and wiping the tears away, taking in deep breaths.
What the hell had I gotten myself into?
After the awkward breakfast I decided it was time to do a little exploring. So I grabbed my purse and hopped into the car I knew was mine; a spicy red convertible with black leather interior.
Perfect.
I slid in with ease and hit the gas. It was time to take this body shopping! For the first time in my life I had the dream body, the dream car, and the loads of cash. It was time for some fun.
I pulled up to a stop light, one hand on the wheel, and suddenly had the feeling I was being watched. I turned to my right and there, in a black SUV, were three attractive guys about my age…and they were salivating.
I tried to hold my giggles, tried to pretend that this happened to me every day and I was used to it, but my mind was screaming like a teenager. The guys were gesturing at me, whistling and yelling like boys do, and I could not wipe the smile off my face. But I had bigger fish to fry. So when the light turned I blew them a kiss, stepped on the gas, and left them in my dust, laughing and waving.
At the mall things only got better. There were so many stores, so many racks of beautiful, designer clothing, and for once I could afford them! I tried on everything, from slinky, curve hugging black dresses, to designer low rise jeans, to sexy halter tops. But even with all the money I could still only bring myself to buy a few items. I supposed it was just something I would eventually get used to, depending on how long I was going to be Bulma. At this point in time I could only hope for forever.
After the clothes I bought shoes. Demure kitten heels, soft, suede boots, and strappy sandals. Shoes seemed a lot easier to buy and before I knew it my arms were dragging with all the bags I had purchased. It seemed I was going to have a hard time getting to my car when I suddenly felt the weight being lifted. I was soon surrounded by shopping attendants offering to carry my bags to my car. This was new.
“Let me take those, Miss Briefs.” Such service! I knew money made people treat you differently, but this was amazing to me.
I was soon walking to my car, a line of attendants in tow, and I have to say I felt like a queen. As they loaded my trunk and I handed out tips, I began to realize how different life is for the rich and the beautiful.
I could get used to this.
************************************************************ ******************
“I’m home!” I entered the house and set a servo bot to the task of unloading my car, again suprising myself at my knowledge of the robots. But I suppose I did build them.
“Mom? Dad?”
It seemed the house was empty. I headed to the kitchen and sure enough there was a note from my mother.
Bulma,
We went shopping for some new swimwear for the cruise. There are 5 casseroles in the fridge. Stick them in the oven at 350 until the cheese bubbles. There should be enough for both you and our handsome guest! J
Love,
Mom
I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. How could my mother take to someone who treated her with such disrespect in her own home? Maybe she didn’t realize just how boorish he really was.
“Ignorance is bliss, I guess…” I mumbled to myself.
“Talking to yourself, woman? You realize that is the first sign of lunacy. I have to say, however, it’s not surprising.”
He stood there, towel over his shoulders, arms crossed, and that irritating smirk.
“What do you want, Vegeta? I don’t have time to fix your dumb GR right now. And the name’s Bulma, tough guy.” If he was going to treat me like garbage then I’d treat him worse.
The smirk disappeared.
“I need my dinner. The fool woman is out; make it for me.”
I snorted. “What am I, you’re slave? Make it yourself!”
He seemed to ponder this for a moment, all the while looking me up and down as if he was appraising a house. Then, surprisingly, the smirk returned. This couldn’t be good.
“You know…” his voice suddenly dropped to a seductive note, and he began slowly approaching me, “you should be careful how you address the prince of all Saiyans…because on my planet, you would’ve been a slave…woman.” He added with a hint of contempt.
He was now only a foot away from me. I was beginning to get uncomfortable, but also severely pissed off. Who did he think he was?
“Is that so? Well too bad you’re planet is gone, you prince of noth-“
I was suddenly cut off by his hand around my throat. He slammed me into the wall, knocking the wind out of me. His nose was now inches from mine, and he had me pinned against the wall.
“How DARE you!” he hissed into my face. “You are nothing but a tiny weakling and I could snuff your life from you with a flick of my WRIST.”
My feet were inches above the ground and I was wheezing loudly, my lungs burning.
“Then do it.” I whispered, mustering up what courage I had and praying that he was bluffing.
He stared at me for a long time. His hard body pressed into mine, his breath tickling my lips. He seemed to be contemplating, and then he sneered and dropped me to the floor. I landed hard with a gasp.
“Then who would make my dinner?” He said, smirk now firmly in place. And with that he turned his back on me. Stopping only to tell me that I had an hour to prepare his meal or else he’d finish what he started. Then he was gone.
I sat there for a while, just rubbing my neck and wiping the tears away, taking in deep breaths.
What the hell had I gotten myself into?