Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Yin and Yang ❯ Chapter One ( Chapter 1 )

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AN: Hi everyone!!!! This is my continuation of 'Any Woman, Anytime, Anywhere.' Just for the record…

Chapter One

"Bulma did what?!?!" ChiChi screeched at Goku.

"Yeah, I think she went to America."

"Why?" Juu asked coldly.

"I dunno, ask the rocket scientist over there." Goku nodded at Juu's (former) boyfriend.

"Krillin…" ChiChi warned.

"No, it's nothing like that. I just wanted B to know that Vegeta was in America. How the hell was I supposed to know that she was going to go find him?" Krillin asked.

"You know Bulma as long as well all damn do. You knew very well that that was probably the step she was going to take."

"Okay…okay," Krillin relented, holding up his hands in surrender. "So what? As weird as I feel saying this, I miss Vegeta. Not that way. He was a good friend. Despite his cold demeanor, and hair-trigger temper. I don't like my friends to just disappear off the face of the Earth, I like to keep up with them every now and then…*ahem*."

"Krillin does have a point." Goku murmured. "You guys should be glad. I mean, I know for a fact that if I wasn't in such a financial rut, I would've gotten off of my ass, and flown to America right this instant, and drag Vegeta back here. If I can't do it, I guess Bulma's just as well." ChiChi and Juu had to betray a nod of agreement.

"Well, since that's settled, I'll be getting my things now." ChiChi said, stalking into her (and Goku's) room. She emerged holding a case of capsules, and got ready to leave, but Goku stopped her.

"Chi, please. Just give me one more chance?" he asked, his face breaking into a soft, puppy-faced look.

ChiChi melted, slightly. "I'm sorry Goku, but, old scars run deep. I think this time apart will really be beneficial to us in the long run. But it's okay. Feel free to see other people. Don't-" she choked. "D-don't hold back just because of me-" her voice caught again. She ran out of the room before her tears could betray her further.

Goku just stood there, looking forlornly at the door. "But I don't want anyone else, but Chi." He whimpered softly, and turned back dejectedly. Juu simply sent Krillin an icy glare that showed that she was feeling the same way ChiChi was, and walked out of the apartment. Krillin sighed and turned to Goku.

"I sure hope that they can forgive us sometime soon…"

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Bulma stepped out of the doors, and into the noisy din of Kennedy Airport. She hummed softly to a tune known only to her. She tapped into her cell phone the branch of Capsule Corp. in America. Thankfully, their headquarter's happened to be placed in New York City themselves. Being not only the heiress to this rich company, but a distinguished inventor herself, her name was immediately recognized when the secretary picked up the phone.

"Hello, Capsule Corp. headquarters in America, how may I direct your call?"

"Yes, this is Bulma Briefs, I'd like to speak to your superior."

"Bulma Briefs? Why yes miss, please hold. I'll connect you as soon as possible." The receptionist said, her voice bordering on awe, disbelief, and antagonism. This had better not be another damn prank call, was all she could think.

"This is Dr. William Henderson's office." His personal secretary chirped. "May I ask who is calling?"

"This is Bulma Briefs. I would like to speak to your superior, now." Bulma stressed the 'now', simply because she had been on hold for almost twenty minutes, and was starting to get aggravated. She needed a car, damnit, and she would rather take her chances in hell than take a taxi…or worse…*shudder* public transportation…

"Yes, ma'am." The secretary snickered, snapping on her gum loudly. "Wait a second." She pressed the intercom button. "Oh…Billy," she giggled over the speaker. "There's some chick on the line, who claims to be Bulma Briefs, says she wants to talk to you."

"Bulma Briefs?" Dr. Henderson said, "Oh, well, I guess so, put her through." A few moments later, Bulma was talking to the head of her company over in America.

"Ms. Briefs?" Dr. Henderson asked suspciously. "How nice of you to grace us with your presence. How may I be of assistance today?"

"I need a car." Bulma said simply. "And a capable driver, don't stick me with some sort of drooling snivel."

"Oh, do you? May I ask if you know who I am?"

"Of course, you're Dr. William Henderson. Head of Capsule Corp. branch in America."

"Yes, I am very well aware of who I am. But how do I know if you are who you claim to be?"

"Because…I can fire you, if you don't." Bulma replied simply.

Like no one's ever tried that on me before, William rolled his eyes. "I'll need physical identification. Do you have access to a vidphone by any chance?"

"If I could find it, don't you think I would have used it by now?" Bulma snapped.

Well, she's definitely got the Briefs' girl temper…

"You know, I don't have time for this bullshit. If you guys really are the Capsule Corp. people, you'd be freakin' believe me, otherwise I'll make sure that you're fired." Yep, the trademark anger was in there, and Bulma finally found her video attachment and quickly connected it to her cell phone.

"Oh, pardon me, Ms. Briefs." Dr. Henderson gasped, after seeing the heiress' extremely angry and impatient expression. "I am extremely sorry about the confusion…you know American people and their strange customs…" he babbled on and on.

"Can it, William." Bulma scolded sternly. "Just get me a goddamn car down here at the JFK Airport as soon as you can."

"Yes ma'am. I'll see to it that you get the best service. I shall send my personal limo and driver down there myself."

"Good, I'm at the Arrival Terminal. I'll be outside."

"Francis shall be there in 10 minutes time, if he's not, I'll see to it that I fire him myself."

"See to it that he is prompt." Bulma agreed a quickly hung up.

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No matter how late he slept, Vegeta was always an early riser. But around the usual time he woke up, (5:30 AM) he was going to sleep at that time. So, he woke up around 10:00 in the morning instead. Once Vegeta had awoken and freshened up, he found an envelope slipped underneath the door by Kathy. She had gave him $200, and a little note.

A small bonus! It read. You did a good job, and you'll definitely be very prosperous to the Aqua Underground staff. Your first paycheck won't be in 'till about next week, so I hope this lasts you. Don't worry about rent, I own this apartment, but a person's gotta eat, you know!?

Kathy

Vegeta smiled and he placed the crisp bills in his back pocket. Well, Kathy was right about one thing, he did need to eat. As in agreement to that remark, Vegeta's stomach grumbled loudly. Smirking in amusement, Vegeta grabbed his keys, containing his new house key on the ring, and walked out the door. Cautious to lock the door behind him.

Before going to the local supermarket (Key Food), he stopped by a McDonald's, and ordered a huge breakfast meal.

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"Bulma!!" Dr. Briefs called, wandering around the living quarters of his house. "I have some new blueprints that I thought you'd might be interested in. They just came in from Europe!! Not to mention that you're mother shall be coming home later today!!! Bulma??! Bulma!!!"

"Hello, Jessica." He said, to Bulma's personal secretary.

"Oh, hello Dr. Briefs. If you're looking for Bulma she's not in right now."

"She's not in?" he asked incredulously. "Well, do you know when she shall be back?"

"Well, I'm not sure…I bought her the ticket, but…I think it was a one-way. Yes, I'm pretty sure it was."

"Ticket?"

"Didn't Bulma tell you? I'm almost positive. She must've emailed you or something. Yes, she wanted a ticket to Manhattan, you know. In the US. I simply thought you sent her on a errand to go check up on the Capsule Corp. branch over there, and didn't quite give it a second thought. Her vacation days are logged in and everything."

"Email…?" Dr. Briefs mused aloud, as though he had never heard of such a thing.

"Why of course. See, if you go onto her profile," Jessica clicked in a few commands on her keyboard. "Look, Bulma's using her leave days." At the top of her company profile, it said 'Current Status: Personal Leave- indefinite.' Bulma was on personal leave, for an indefinite amount of days. Being one of the higher-status employees, she was allowed 30 days of personal leave. And that's not including her vacation days, and sick leave. All were paid of course.

"But what could Bulma be gone for?" Dr. Briefs wondered. "And how come she didn't tell me?!"

"She must have told you. Perhaps, you just didn't check your email." Jessica said kindly, as though talking to a five-year old.

"Whatever the case may be," Dr. Briefs began, after noticeably collecting his thoughts. "You are free to go, Jessica. If Bulma isn't in, then as her personal secretary, or assistant, you are subjected to leave as well as she is."

"Oh, I'm very well aware of that sir, I just came to get some paperwork done. Besides, me leaving deducts from my vacation days as well." She smiled. "Have a nice day, Doctor." Dr. Briefs nodded, and walked off. Destination: Email inbox.

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Every single thing Jessica told him was true. Bulma had taken personal leave, and had personally emailed her father telling him that she was doing so, and not to worry, she would be back in a few days. Of course, Dr. Briefs, being as technologically advanced as he was, never really grasped the concept of email, and preferred personally handling his matters, unless a lot of people were to know about it. With that settled, he resumed his normal work life, bustling around the office, preparing a special pampering room for his wife when she returned to their home.

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Francis, the driver, had arrived promptly at JFK and picked up Bulma to escort her to the Capsule Corp. building. Feigning that she was there for business, she went through the usual tedious tours, and speeches, and introductions, before finally being admitted into her own private, deluxe suite at The Plaza (yes, the gorgeous Plaza Hotel). She had just nearly forgotten about Vegeta, and was nicely settled in her luxurious bubbled bath. In the scented, foamed hot water, she mulled over her plans for the next day. First, she'd go to Columbia, and do whatever it would take to find out where Vegeta was staying, and to talk to him. Tell him about the pregnancy, and prepare herself for his reaction. The thought of him not even being at the university barely registered in her mind, but it did for a brief, awkward moment.

"Nah, that would never happen to Vegeta. He's way to careful about stuff like this. Goku maybe, but definitely not Vegeta." Reassured, Bulma sunk even deeper into the jacuzzi and gently massaged her temples.

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AN: and that's the end of Chapter Twelve. I hope you guys liked it!!!!!!! Don't forget to review!!!! Sayonara!!!!!! Oh yea, REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!!!!!!!!!

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