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And We Were Angels	By : AMCM Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female Views: 2697 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 26 - Rage

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Bulma slapped the magazine down on her desk and glared at the men before her. The cover story proclaimed "GENIUS IS GENETIC!" The featured story was about the MB (Marico-Briefs) generator, and focused on Bulma's miracle breakthrough. Bulma had read through the very thorough well-written article, but it was the last thing she was concerned with. "What in hell do I pay you for?" The loud roar of her voice echoing into the hall made her secretary flinch and sink lower in her chair. "Of all the pictures that could have been on the cover you had to pick this one?"
"But Miss Briefs..." The man opened his arms and took a hesitant step forward.
"Shut up!" She reached down and picked up the magazine and tossed it at them. The pages flapped in the air just before it smacked one of them in the face. "I do not tolerate incompetence in my staff, and even less in my public relations department. You're fired, the both of you. Pack your things and get the hell out of my building."
"I have no problem with that. Making you appear kind and approachable has got to be the most impossible job on the planet!"
Bulma wasn't sure which of them had said that. She didn't even bother to look up to see the door slamming shut. She moved around her desk and sat down in her chair. She saw the messages on her desk and hesitantly reached out to look them over. It had been two full weeks since Yamcha's wedding and not a word from Vegeta. Bulma pulled her trembling hand away from the stack of papers as tears of anxiety and anger filled her eyes.
How could he abandon her like this? She folded her arms on her desk and let her head drop into their cradling warmth. He had said he would return and she assumed he meant shortly. He would return, wouldn't he? Angels never lied, or did they? Perhaps he had just said that to make their parting less traumatic for her. "Vegeta, where are you?" she whispered into her arms.
The sharp buzzing of inteintercom caused her to turn her head. Reaching out she pressed the button. "Yes?"
"Sorry to bother you Miss Briefs, but the main desk has just informed me that Mrs. Marley has entered the building and is demanding to speak with you." There was a long silence before the secretary asked, "Should I have the security team escort her out?"
Wiping the tears from her eyes Bulma lifted her head. "As much as I would love to do that, no." Bulma gave a curt nod. This was just what she was needing at a time like this. A confrontation with someone she would love to kill. "Send her up, but after she enters my office get the security guards up here. If I need them I will buzz you."
"Yes Miss Briefs."
Bulma opened her desk drawer and picked up her compact. She was relieved that she didn't look as if she had been crying. She dropped it back in the drawer without looking down. Bulma came to her feet and straightened her jacket. She felt like she was preparing for war. The thought brought a small smile to her lips.
There was a quick knock and the door was pushed open as her secretary announced, "Miss Briefs, Mrs. Johanna Marley is here."
Bulma nodded her head to the secretary. "Thank you. You may shut the door on the way out."
The door wasn't even halfway closed before the former stockholder rushed forward with an angry scowl. "You did it on purpose didn't you? Don't you dare lie to me about it you rotten little tramp!"
Bulma smiled brightly. "I am not sure what you are talking about, Mrs. Marley, but seeing as how whatever has you so riled up is about to send you into seizures, I would by all means be happy to take the credit."
"Don't play coy with me!" The older woman grabbed the back of the guest chair in front of Bulma's large desk to support herself. Bulma almost chuckled as Johanna's slight double chin jiggled with fury. "I read the papers, and I know that you got the Marico device to work right after I sold my stocks to Hikari!"
"Ohhhhh," Bulma nodded. Looking at the floor for a moment before Bulma raised her clear blue eyes to Mrs. Marley. "It's not like I didn't inform you as to the status of my pet project. You freely and without duress sold your shares to Hikari. Therefore, this is none of my concern."
"Like hell it isn't!" Johanna growled. "I know you are now in possession of my stocks."

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"Your point being?" Bulma turned her back on the older woman and strolled over to gaze through the large window that overlooked the sprawling city.
"The point being that I want them back!"
Bulma snapped her head around and arched an eyebrow. "You must be kidding."
"I assure you, Miss Briefs, I am not kidding." Johanna raised her chins. Then in her classic holier than thou attitude added, "I know that there is only one way you could have gotten those stocks from Hikari, although I thought even you wouldn't sink that low to get them. You truly are a little slut." Johanna let go of the chair composing herself. She misread the stunned shock on Bulma's face to be one of guilt and humiliation. "So if you don't want everyone on this planet to find out about your little secret affair with Hikari, I suggest you sign control of those stocks back over to me immediately."
Bulma watched the other woman basking in her moment of glory, but that was all it was going to be. A moment. Bulma didn't even try to suss hss her loud mocking laughter. She looked up to see the confusion flash over the older woman's face and continued her merriment.
"Just what are you laughing at?" The indignation in Johanna's voice was so thick it could be cut with a knife.
"You!" Bulma let her laughter trail off. "Poor, poor deluded fool that you are, Mrs. Marley. You don't even have a clue as to who you're dealing with." Bulma walked to the filing cabinet behind her desk. As she rummaged through the drawers she explained. "I didn't do anything with Hikari. In fact he handed over the shares to me free and clear."
"I don't believe it! You can not possibly expect me to believe that he would just hand over a fortune worth of stocks to you and get nothing in return!"
"You're right. He did get something." Bulma pulled up a file and set it on her desk. "He got my silence."
"I don't understand."
"Let me make it clear to you. He gave me the shares and I didn't tell his wife what a perverse lecher he is." Bulma ignored the exasperated sigh that wheezed off Johanna. "I hate to break it to you, but I have already dealt with him. Now it seems you need some education in what happens when you mess with my father, my Capsule Corporation and me."
"You can bluff all you want. I don't have anything that you can use against me."
"Ohh I know that. The private investigator I hired said you were more boring than watching underwear dry." Bulma took out a handful of photos and tossed them on her desk for Johanna to see. "But your son on the other hand..."
"YOU BITCH!"
"Please! You go around calling me names, and yet there is your son, but that isn't his wife is it?" Bulma narrowed her eyes, "But those are his children."
"How dare you! You had better not-"
"It's a very sad story isn't it? Your dear daughter-in-law can't have children so he sneaks off and makes a family with his mistress behind her back. Wonder what the mistress would think if she found out he was married and that is why he won't marry her?"
Johanna paled, "She wouldn't leave him. She can't! Those are my grandchildren."
"Yes they are." Bulma closed the folder. "I suggest you leave this office right now, before you cause me to keep digging into your personal life."
Johanna clenched her fists, turned and walked toward the door. Bulma reached down and hit the buzzer. The door opened and two burly security guards awaited Johanna Marley.
"These nice men will escort you to your car Mrs. Marley. Please don't attempt to enter this building again. I will not hesitate to press trespassing charges."

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Bulma wasn't feeling any better as she came through the front door.
"Bulma dear!" Her father walked into the room with a tray in his hands. "You look terrible."
"I feel terrible." She groaned as she tossed her purse onto the small stand in the foyer. She stretched her arms over her head and dragged herself to the doorway that lead into the living room. Bulma watched as her father set his dinner tray on the stand next to his chair. "Where is Bellona?"
"Oh, she had to check in with her agency today so I let her go over an hour ago." He nodded. "She will be here early tomorrow to make up for it if you want to talk to her. Not that I am making her mind you. She is just a stickler about it." He sat down easily. Dr. Briefs was really doing a lot better. Bulma was pleased at his progress.
"As long as you haven't killed her and buried her in the backyard."
"Speaking of burying people," Dr. Briefs swallowed hard and looked to his daughter. "Where is that young man you were seeing? VegeI beI believe his name was. It's been quite a while since I have seen him around."
Bulma gnashed her teeth and turned her head away. "Poppa, please."
"So something has happened between you two. I suspected as much as I watched you grow surlier by the day."
Bulma walked past him to the living room window. "He left me, the no good bastard." She felt the anger welling up inside her, but not as fast as the tears in her eyes. "He told me at Yamcha's weddingwoulwould be coming back, but he never did."
"So that's it. You have been waiting all this time for word from him?" Dr. Briefs watched Bulma nod slowly. "Well, I am sure he has just been held up by unforeseen circumstances."
"Sorry Poppa, but I have already used up the excuses in my mind. The fact is he turned tail and ran." She clenched the material of her shirt in her hands. "I really believed he cared. I thought he would be back, but I was wrong. He didn't care. He just wanted to do his job and get the hell out of here."
"His job?"
"Please, don't ask me about it any more." Bulma turned to her father with tears streaming down her face. "The only thing I want now is to forget that the rotten bastard ever existed." She saw her own pain reflected in her father's eyes and knew that his inability to help her was killing him. Not wanting him to suffer she wiped the tears from her eyes and forced a smile. "Besides, I still have you and that is all I really need."
Dr. Briefs opened his mouth to reply but was cut off by the ringing of the phone. He frowned and reached over to pick it up. "Hello, Capsule Compound, Dr. Briefs speaking." There was a short pause before he looked curiously to Bulma. "Yes, my daughter Bulma is standing right here." He held the phone out to her. "Bulma's t's the local police department. They want to talk to you."
"Me?" Bulma shrugged her shoulders slightly and took the phone. "Hello, Bulma Briefs here."
"Sorry to be calling you so late Miss Briefs. This is Sergeant Williams of West City Police. We were hoping you could help us with a case of ours."
"Anything to help officer. What is it?"
"Two weeks ago a man was pulled out of the ocean not far from West City. He has been in a coma at Memorial Hospital in West City since then." Bulma swayed on her feet. "Today he came to long enough to talk." The blood was pounding in her ears as she listened to the next words. "He said your name, Bulma Briefs". We were hoping you might come down and see if-"
She didn't need to hear any more. The phone hit the floor. Bulma stopped her frantic flight only long enough to gather her keys and run out the door. The only thought in her mind was to get to the hospital in West City as soon as possible.
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