Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Trophy Wife ❯ Agency ( Chapter 3 )

Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ, DB, DBGT or anything related, except for the idea for this fic.

Zookeeper: Uh... yeah, sorry about that really boring chapter last time. I hope this one will be better...

Reporter: *cough* impossible *cough*

Zookeeper: *glare* WHAT did you SAY?!

Reporter: I said it might very well be impossible. Because, as you know, the way Radditz and Broly made their debut isn't exactly interesting, or even tasteful, I reckon many people will be offended by it.

Zookeeper: *is offended* Well, that will be their decision to make. So let's at least allow them to read it first...

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Chichi arrived at the studio just in time. She greeted the receptionist at the door with a warm smile and proceeded to her dressing room. She truly loved this place, second only to the house she currently resides in. It's a simple brick building, with only 3 floors and a small front. Nothing extravagant and flaunty, no optical-polluting glass panes or suffocating garages. The inside were decorated by a practical hand with elegant tastes. Standard wood floorings that kept in the heat and muffled the clicks of high-heels, cozy furnishings that practically radiate warmth, and an unexpected fireplace in the side lobby that's always so inviting to weary souls worn out by the fast paces of city life.

With a small hint of smile still tugging on the corners of her lips Chichi walked into her designated dressing room, expecting to see her sweet-natured stylist tinkering with various pieces of clothing on the seemingly endless racks. Instead she smacked right into a solid wall, her fighter instincts being the only thing that stopped her from getting a nasty bump on the head.

Recoiling in surprise the she-fighter took a few steps back to examine the "wall" that appeared out of nowhere. She was met with the sight of her boss, his arms akimbo as he blocked her way using his large body, with what he thought was a scary frown on his boyishly handsome features. Chichi smiled mentally at herself. `He's pouting again…'

"Why are you late?" Demanded her boss, who's refusing to budge from his inconveniencing spot.

"I am not!" Chichi retorted, glancing down at her watch. "Well, I am now, by 2 seconds. And it's not my fault that a big annoying Saiyan decides to block my way, is it now, Radditz?"

Never being very good at arguing, the said Saiyan huffed irately and stepped aside, allowing Chichi to enter. Heading for the door he called over his shoulder to her. "Be ready in 30 minutes, understood?"

Grinning Chichi clicked her heels together in a mock salute. "Sir, yes sir!"

With a last angry huff Radditz left the room, slamming the poor innocent door in the process.

Chichi strolled over to the racks and began shuffling through them just as the door opened again. Without looking she knew it was her stylist, for he always avoided Radditz's presence, wherever he might be.

Without turning around she spoke to him. "So, Broly? What am I wearing today?"

The large Saiyan came up beside her and started shuffling through the racks while reading from a sheet of paper in his hand. "It says on here that… this will be your outfit" He picked up an outfit and held it out to her.

Chichi stared in disbelief and sweat dropped. "You've got to be kidding me! I am by no means a biker slut!"

After seeing her reaction Broly turned it around to observe it himself. It consisted of a black leather lace-up bustier top with spaghetti straps, leather pants that lace up at the sides (showing a generous portion of flesh between the thin laces), leather combat boots, and leather fingerless gloves. "Not too bad, actually… however I do reckon it's quite a sway from your usual style"

Chichi crossed her arms and shook her head. "I'm not trying to make your life difficult, Broly, but there's no way I'm going to wear that in public."

Broly grinned wolfishly at her slip of words. "So are you implying that you do wear it in private? Is it some treat intended only for the eyes of your husband, perhaps?"

The half demon turned her face shyly to hide her blush. Seeing the effect of his words on her, Broly smiled and placed the outfit in her hands. "C'mon, at least try it on? For me?" `Nobody could resist these puppy eyes…'

"Alright alright! I'll try it on, happy?" Chichi snatched the outfit and look at it disdainfully. `One of the few downsides of being in the modelling industry…'

After several rounds of struggling, Chichi discovered an unpleasant fact… thanks to the ultra-high lacings, the presence of underwear would definitely ruin it all. Chichi tried her best not to throw a fit while Broly just laughed. `That bastard…'

Taking a moment to think about her current situation, she mentally laughed at how wrong it would look to innocent spectators. Here she was, wearing only her skin, half-lying on the stretcher-bed against Broly's forever topless chest, wriggling about as she tried to fit into the leather pants that give no stretch at all, while Broly's hands are holding her hips in place. It's true, she always changed in his presence, and at times he would even help her. `Even though he's probably a billion times stronger than me, and definitely male, there's absolutely nothing to fear about…'

After what seemed forever, Chichi was finally able to walk around in the impossibly tight leather pants. `I bet even catwoman didn't have to go through this…' Sitting down in front of the dressing room mirror, she began to apply her cosmetics with Broly`s help. She had always preferred to do her hair and makeup this way, since the makeup artist of the studio had poked her in the eye way too many times for her liking, and the hair dresser thought a high ponytail was the answer to everything.

Broly sat beside her holding her brushes and watching her through the mirror with slight fascination, studying her black smoky-eye, blood-red lips, and tousled hair. Being a stylist for a model, he had seen his fair share of cosmetology at work, and even had to wear some himself on occasion because of him also being a male model. Still, he had to admit that Chichi does a pretty good job by herself.

Just then, the door cracked open and a sulky looking Radditz poked his head in and proceeded to barked at Broly. "What are you still hanging around here for?! Go get changed! Photo shoot starts in 30 minutes!" Before either of them had the them to respond, Radditz slammed the door again.

Chichi and Broly looked at each other with confused frowns, then nodded at the same time. Chichi got up quickly, then as fast as a blink of the eye she pulled the door open, revealing Radditz… in all his near-naked glory.

The duo's eyes bulged out considerably… especially Broly's. Radditz is wearing probably the skimpiest thing possible for a male who isn't a porn star. He had on a pair of black leather briefs… or is that a thong? It's impossible to tell because of his hair. And that is the only piece of actual clothing included in his outfit other than his combat boots. The rest are a collar, fingerless gloves, and leather straps on his upper arm and thigh (just like the metal bands he usually wears in DBZ). All were made of shiny black leather. The look was completed by a thick blanket of spiky black hair, a dark brown tail frozen in midair, and a very startled/horrified expression on his handsome face.

With a curious and slightly hormonal mind Broly took in the sight of him. `Is that… really my BOSS? Radditz, the uptight business-lord? Wow… who would've thought he's so buff under that boxy suit?'

It took Radditz a moment before he was able to compose himself (well, as much as he could in an outfit that screamed "I'm a piece of meat!") and lose the deer-in-headlights expression. With a dignified cough to draw the other two's attention to his face, he began to explain. "As you both should very well know, our agency has been experiencing a lacking in male models lately, what with Toma's wife being pregnant and Turles on sick leave. All that plus Paragus not being here, he just called a few minutes ago saying there's an family emergency, we won't be able to fulfilled the contract signed with Calvin Lauren* because we're one person short. So, in order to not pay that $1,280,000 dollars in fine for breaking the contract, someone has to fill in the spot. And being the unfortunate person responsible, I'd appreciate if you two handle this maturely"

There was a moment of silence while the three just stared at each other. Then Broly placed his hands on Radditz's chest with a sultry grin. "Oh yes… you make me feel very mature, indeed…" Chichi burst out laughing while Radditz just stared in disbelief. `Has the whole world gone bananas and lost their respect for me?!'

Bulma parked her blue convertible behind the small brick building, slightly confused. The place in front of her was nothing like the model agencies hired by Capsule Corps for their annual fashion shows. Instead of a huge lobby full of flashy banners and even flashier clothes, right in front of her was a simple reception desk in the middle of a cozy little residence.

"Hello miss, may I help you?" The dark haired woman behind the desk asked in a kind, but not sugar sweet, voice.

"Um yes, actually I would like to know where I could find Chichi Son. I'm a friend of hers, you see… I'm here to visit" Bulma tried her best to smile, but found it rather difficult under the woman's now piercing gaze. `Geez, I can bet my whole lab that this woman was either a police or a soldier at one point of her life to have a stare like that…'

"Alright miss, she should be right down that hall way, second door to the left. Although you might want to knock before you enter." The receptionist answered calmly in a matter-of-fact tone.

Bulma arched a delicate eyebrow at her. Is this woman assuming that she knows nothing of the common courtesies? That's quite laughable, really. After all, she is the heiress of the famous Capsule Corporation, and she's been to more formal functions where politeness is more important than actually getting things done than she could bother to count. But just for good measure, she smiled again. "Thank you."

Making her way down the hall Bulma frowned slightly. 'Who was that woman? I'm quite sure we've never met before, but somehow she strikes me as familiar… She certainly isn't an employee of her company, so perhaps they met at a social function of sorts? Yes, that has to be it' The thought, however, still struck her as odd. She could never remember the people from her meetings, mainly because they are all boring, balding old men who serve to only aggravate her with their lecherous glances. If she had met such a striking young lady she was sure to remember… right?

Back at the reception desk, the dark lady's eyes followed the blue genius for a while, before going back to her work. While typing into her desktop computer a small, almost invisible smirk tugged at the corner of her lips. "Bulma Briefs… so we've finally met again."' Sure enough, I no longer works for that stupid little bastard… but isn't it always an interesting turn in life, starting over with your old enemy?' This woman definitely thinks so. Spying her employer around the corner, she nearly chuckled at his ridiculously scanty outfit. However, knowing it never ends in her favour when poking fun at the boss, the dark eyed lady stood up obediently and went to retrieve the pile of papers he's pointing at.

While doing so, she clipped a small golden plate onto the front of her suit. It was her name tag… she had taken it off and hid it in her sleeve when she saw Bulma coming through the door. Bending down to pick up the papers the tag made a brilliant flash in the sun light, all except for the darkened letters engraved onto it.

"Mai"

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Zookeeper: Ah... there we go, another chapter. Hopefully most people won't be too against the Yaoi pairing.

Reporter: I don't know, but I sure hope they don't sue us or send letter bombs or anything of that sort.

Zookeeper: True, true. I get enough of that from you already.

Reporter: *grins* Oh yes...

Zookeeper: So please people, constructive criticism is very much welcomed! Flames, however... not so much. So, I would appreciate "I don't like your characterization of Broly because it goes against the personality established in the movie", but I would ignore (or maybe even flame back) "EWWsW! Your sIck maN! That waz just gross!wRong!UGly! You should, lik3, jump off the BUildIng for ScarrinG me~ Like, EWWW!" Because, people, I've already warned you about their debut. It's your choice to read this chapter, so try not to blame it on me.

Reporter: Yes... Review please, it would be much anticipated.