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The Stranger

By Jody

Kind of fic: Romance /Alternate Universe / Suspense / Angst

Pairing: Vegata/Bulma

Rating: R

Warnings: Suggestive language, angst

Disclaimer: I not own Dragonball Z or any it's characters.

Background: This fic takes place in the late nineteen century in England, which is more technologically advanced. Vegeta is a very rich gentleman who moves into the countryside in which Bulma resides with her mother and father. Because of his wealth he is simultaneously welcomed into the elite social circle in the society with Bulma.

Summery of Chapter: Vegeta and Mr. Briefs make a business deal.

Chapter 2

Discussions

Vegeta walked down the corridors of the hotel slowly. He was in no hurry to get to his destination. He saw no appeal in being the earlier party in a meeting. He, unlike Mr. Briefs, had no intention of waiting on anyone much less for a considerable amount of time even if he was the one in need of something and not vice versa. In this case he was in need of something but he was sure that Mr. Briefs also was in need of the large sum of money he was going to award him after the deal was made and even if he wasn't he knew that he would enjoy adding it to his already considerable fortune.

He had made sure he already wrote the cheque so that proceedings there after would go smoothly. He, personally, did not want the meeting to go on for too long, he had another meeting that was almost has pressing to go after this one and he was sure that this one would earn him almost to all of the money he was about to give away so recklessly on a piece of machinery that was probably worth less but he needed it so didn't mind that much.

With the gravity room in his possession his training would be more rigorous and more dangerous than before but the expected results would have been worth it. He would have been closer to his goal of being a super saiyan in months or maybe even accomplishing such a task in a smaller period of time as he had first intended. All that needed to be done before he could complete the task at hand was pay and then to learn how to use the damned machine in a very short period of time. But the later was not really a problem for him, after all, he was not stupid, contrarily, he was a fast learner. He was sure that any person could teach him how to use it once they themselves were able to do so expertly but he was not sure who was the one who was going to teach him.

"I hope it is not one of those young foolish mechanics," he rumbled to himself, not wanting to be the one teaching the buffoon instead of learning as how he had intended to do," he probably wouldn't even know the difference between his fingers and his toes.

Vegeta entered the restaurant by the front entrance so that he could see the entire room full of tables so that he could go directly to Mr. Briefs without relying on a waiter to show him to the table. Mr. Briefs was not sitting at one of the tables on the large lower part of the restaurant but at one of the more private ones on the upper part of the restaurant that was connected to the lower part by many flights of steps.

Mr. Briefs looked perfectly content at his position by himself and did not particularly look in need of any interruptions by Vegeta at the moment but business had to be done and Vegeta could no longer postpone this meeting. He walked through the restaurant ignoring the waves and calls from former and present acquaintances, both of whom he did not want to converse with now or anytime soon. He was sick of them, they always managed to get in the way of any business matter he had to deal with.

When he reached the table Mr. Briefs stood up to shake his hand and then they both sat down in the safety that lied in each other's company, Mr. Briefs did not have to go shopping with his wife and Vegeta could ignore all the people he wanted under the guise of being engulfed in an important business meeting.

" Mr. No Ouji, firstly I must say welcome to our part of the country. Where was it that you lived before?"

" London," he said abruptly.

Vegeta did not want to waste time with any unneeded pleasantries. He had gotten enough of that from the people who kept on showing up at his house unexpectedly and would not leave him alone until they part taked in some sort of meal with the mandatory accompaniment of some discussion or another that did not, in the lest, interest him. He did not care about their dreadful daughters' marriage status or their fame as musicians or how long there have been in the market for men to buy. He did not care, it was not like he wanted to marry any of the old hags in any case they looked diseased. Some of them who he saw looked like some sort of deadly poison had overtaken their bodies for some considerable time and they were clinging unto their God given life, which, to him, was reason enough for him, not consider marrying them. He could only marry perfection.

" Oh, you were a native here," Mr. Briefs said demolishing the silence between them, mistaking his attitude for tire rather than not wanting to take part in the usual pleasantries with him, " was it nice growing up here?"

" As nice as any place where murders are a daily occurrence."

" I never knew that London was so violent long that ago. I thought it was only started a few years ago."

" It did," Vegeta said smirking at the older man's reaction. Maybe he should have kept that to himself but what the hell. He was the one who asked the question and why should he feel sorry for someone who asks too many questions to which he or she does not want to hear the subsequent answers.

" Oh," he said speechless, feeling like he had stumbled mindlessly unto protected land. " Well, Vegeta I think it is time we get down to business. I don't think it makes any sense bringing up the unpleasant past."

Vegeta started to laugh at his too well but together sentences. The unpleasant past part was too much of an understatement to be left unnoticed by both of them, Mr. Briefs soon joined Vegeta in pure unrestrained laughter after dissecting what he had just said to let Vegeta act in such a way. It took sometime for it to subside as both saw the joke in those sentences. One who described their childhood like that did not particularly have a good one and both could tell. Vegeta was not exactly the everyday man.

" Vegeta now that the air of awkwardness is gone let us talk about the machine you want to buy."

Vegeta nodded as a response.

" My wife told me you wanted to talk to me about a certain machine that is not on the market, one that is not open for viewing by the public"

" I told her I wanted to buy a machine, the machine that consisted of a very large room where the gravity could be altered between a very wide range."

" The gravity room?"

" Yes."

" Where did you here about that machine? There is only one of those that exist and it is at my home."

Vegeta took sometime before answering, he knew he had to approach this situation carefully. He did not think telling the other man that this knowledge of such a machine came from an earlier business meeting that was not supposed to be known by anyone except the two people who took part in it.

" On my visit to your office I overheard a conversation between some of your workers about it. After following the sound of their voices, I found them and then questioned them," Vegeta explained convincingly, " That is where I found out about it and that is also where my interest in it begun."

" Oh by pure coincidence. So I guess if my workers had kept their mouth closed you would not have known about it?"

" Yes, I would not" he said knowing that if it was not this excuse it would have been an equally convincing one that he could not help but buy. Lying was a sin but at this moment his only objective was to make Mr. Briefs sell him the gravity room even if he was going to buy it at a far from reasonable price.

" So what do you need it for?" Mr. Briefs said. Vegeta did not answer so he continued," Oh top-secret ehh, let me guess you probably need it for one of those companies you own for maybe problems in production," he paused staring at Vegeta with wide eyes, " Am I right old boy."

" No, actually I was planning on using it for personal purposes."

" How can such a machine be used for that?"

" I have my plans," Vegeta said his eyes gleaming in an almost dark way as his always present scowl formed itself into his well known smirk, almost chuckling at this situation where Mr. Briefs kept on asking incisive questions and his lack of answers for them.

Mr. Briefs had no idea why he wanted the gravity room but to him Vegeta seemed to genuinely want it for some purpose or another and he could easily make another one in the factory it he needed it. And this also served as a way for making Bulma pay more attention to other machines that are just as or even more needed than this one, like one of the machines that are to be specially designed for the Manning account. If Bulma didn't start soon they might not meet their deadline. He would have done it had he not been busy with another account with and earlier deadline

" How much are you willing to pay for it and I will tell if I am willing to accept that for it."

Vegeta doubted the amount of money he had written of this cheque leaf was below value. It was enough to buy fully furnished apartment on one of the top streets in this city, which did not come particularly cheap. Vegeta, knowing the exquisite amount of money on the cheque, handed it over to Mr. Briefs with no doubt in his mind that that sum was enough.

" I can see you have never seen this machine before, have you Vegeta or you would have upped the ante. It is a fully functional electronic machine that is more than two stories high. It has much more functions than you could even imagine which makes it in all aspects one of the most marvelous machines that we at Machine Corp. has created and by all means it does not come cheap."

" So how much do you want."

" Double."

Vegeta took up the cheque from the table and torn it up into tiny pieces. He hoped this machine was everything that Mr. Briefs had told him because he was not going to accept being cheated in a business deal by a elderly man one half his size.

Mr. Briefs watched Vegeta has he wrote the cheque, hurriedly. Of course the machine was worth less than what he told Vegeta but what was the point of telling him to add a half of the present sum to it, such calculations would have been too stressful for both himself and Vegeta to make therefore it was better that he said double. For the money he was getting he could probably throw in a little something or the other for the younger man but if he wanted to do so he himself would have to be there and he did not know how soon do Vegeta wanted the machine to be delivered.

Vegeta handed him the cheque and he looked at the sum carefully. Yes this seems enough, he thought happily staring at the cheque with smiling eyes. He was sure Bulma would understand the trade relations between himself and Vegeta once he explained it to her on his arrival.

" Mr. Briefs I am sure that sum of money permits me the request that the machine is to be sent my house by the end of a week long period," Vegeta said interrupting his thoughts, " I need it has soon as possible."

" I am afraid I won't be home for another two or so weeks. Can't you wait?"

" No," Vegeta said rapidly, " I cannot wait." And why should he? He had already wasted enough time trying to get this machine off the other man's hands to wait two or more weeks on the machine itself. No he would not wait that long and that was final. He needed to start training again soon hopefully at another level of gravity than normal before he turned into some weakling who could not hurt a fly.

" Well when are you leaving London?"

" Tomorrow."

" Well then I guess you would deliver a message to my daughter from me saying that I sold you the machine and other important facts pertaining to it like giving you a tour in it and teaching you how to use the actual machine for all its uses."

Vegeta guessed that was a good idea if the person in question wasn't Bulma. From what he got from her she was incredibly stubborn and would not care whether or not he had the letter to show her or not. She would still not allow him near the machine much less to show him around. He had no time to deal with that in the near future.

"Remember to put your signature on the letter. The Ms. Briefs I meet at the ball never struck me as someone who would allow me the luxury of a tour easily."

" You know my daughter?"

" I met her at a ball not too long ago."

" Oh then she knows your face."

" I would presume so," Vegeta said not exactly knowing where this was going to.

" Well then I guess that makes it easier. She won't have any problem with your presence."

That is not the question, Vegeta thought, would he have the problem of dealing with her and her prying self who has to know everything damned thing in this world.

"No."

" I will write the letter and leave it at the front desk so that when you are leaving tomorrow you can collect it," Mr. Briefs stated signaling the end of this conversation.

Vegeta got up, shook his hand and was off. He looked at his watch and it said a quarter to six. If he wanted to meet with the unknown man in the mountains at six he would have to hurry to there in his car. That location was chosen because they were not supposed to be seen together by anyone for reasons that were better left unsaid.

This client of his was desperate, a trait that could be seen in most of people forming his cliental, all of whom had the need to maintain a balance in their life even if the scale was tilted in a way that opposed equilibrium. Being gamblers at heart they gambled with things that was considered very precious in the world they lived in but miniscule in the world Vegeta used to live in. What they called jealousy was what caused them to become gamblers and envy caused them to stay that way, gambling with the lives of others with the mere simple words they said to him but he could not incriminate them. It was these gamblers that enabled him to experience a feeling he had felt was lost along with everyone else on his home planet.

Vegeta parked his car near the cliff, the meeting point, and exited it. There was a man there in a black overcoat standing near the edge looking at the setting sun. Vegeta assumed this was the man he was to have the meeting with. He walked over to where he was and stood beside him looking out at the sea where the sun seemed to be going into its frigid depths. It was not until the sun almost disappeared into the blue did Vegeta look to see who it was.

" Mr. Davis!?"

Author's Notes: Now to answer some of the reviews, let me first thank you people for hopefully reading and then reviewing. The reason I made Vegeta go up to Bulma instead of waiting to be introduced to Bulma by someone other person is because I wanted to show Vegeta as a nonconformist who does not go by anyone's rules except his own. It also shows his huge ego because he thought himself important enough to someone he did not know to just walk up to them, in short to show his false superiority. By making them use their first names instead of the last kind of shows the instantaneous connection they have with each other while also showing that they were being rude to each other, that they showed no respect to each other and had no plans to do otherwise until they were showed some which will not be in the near future. Hope this was a good enough explanation.

I made some parts of the fic first person and other parts second person for a reason. I know this is not possible for it to be set in these times and have technology but that is how I wanted to write the fic and the plot is much better with this twist for many reasons that can only be learnt in later chapters. This fic has been thought out properly so everything will come in place later on.