Starlight, Starbright
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Dragon Ball Z › Het - Male/Female
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Adult +
Chapters:
6
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1,090
Reviews:
6
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Chapter 3: WHO ARE YOU!?
Starlight, Starbright
by: Vegeta\'s Mate
A/N: Here\'s another chapter just for my precious reviewer Zicke!
Chapter 3: WHO ARE YOU!?
Bulma sat heavily in her chair staring at the door that Yamcha had just left through. ~:What have I just gotten myself into?:~ she thought as she stood and made her way to the kitchen to find some breakfast.
Turning up nothing there, she went to find \'her\' purse or wallet or whatever it was that Kurai used to store her money in. Bulma looked everywhere, in the bedroom, the kitchen, the bathroom, and everywhere she could think to look in the livingroom and found nothing, not even dust bunnies.
With a sigh she flopped back on the plush leather sofa and spied a slim leather purse tucked neatly between a couple of boxes situated next to the lift gate. \"Grrr, there you are!\" she growled as she stood and made her way to the boxes. Grabbing up the purse she made her way over to the sofa and sat back down, snapping open the clasp as she sat.
A pink piece of paper slid out and Bulma picked it up to see what it was and read:
Miss Kurai Yoake,
It has come to our attention that you are trying to claim credit for the invention of our ki shield, which enables the wearer to keep unauthorized ki\'s away. While we admit you did help on a small scale, you are not the inventor. Electronics Unlimited will hold the patent, and you are here-by terminated from your position as secondary scientist in the field of ki invention.
Yoko Nihanji C.E.O.
\"Kami, what kind of woman is this?\" she wondered allowed as she stood again and made her way back to the boxes to sift through their contents.
Opening the first box yeilded a few pictures of groups of people that Bulma didn\'t know, some skimatics on some kind of ki shield that was only half complete, and a few little knick-knacks that would decorate a desk.
The other box reveiled some surprising things, expensive Itiallian leather heels, a black buisness jacket and matching skirt, and a pristine white blouse made of the finest silk that Bulma had ever seen, a leather briefcase with the gold initials: KNY, and a note written in flowing elegant handwriting.
Bulma muttered as she read, \"Dear Kurai, Your brother says that you needed new buisness clothes. So I sent them to you dear, I hope everything fits becuase I am not going back to Italy anytime soon. I hope that horrible woman that you work for isn\'t giving you a headache, I know that she took your inventions my girl, but you can\'t just blow up in her face like that. I love you sis. Love, Keja.
\"She was fired for trying to keep her work not steal designs!\" Bulma gasped as she re-read the letter a few more times before putting it back in the box with the clothes. \"Damn and now she\'s at my house with my lab.....she could create something that could get C.C. in big trouble!\" she shouted as she rushed over to the sofa and grabbed her purse and sifted through it looking for car keys, intent on going over there and setting Kurai straight.
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\"Kami fucking damnit!\" Kurai screamed as she came to yet another set of hallways leading around the back side of C.C. \"Someone should put some gods damned road signs up so that no one gets lost!\"
Stalking back the way she came she passed a door that she hadn\'t seen before, going back to it she turned the knob and eased inside eager to see something other than the halls she had been wandering for the last 3 hours.
Closing the door softly behind herself, she looked around the room and noticed that it looked alot like \'her\' room except for the totaly opposite coloring.
This room had more of a maroon and black decor rather than the bland baby blue of hers. Walking silently through the room she realized that this was probably a guest room since there were no signs of a person living here. There were no pictures, no knick-knacks, not even the slightest wrinkle in the black and maroon linen bedspread.
The sound of a toilet flushing startled Kurai fom her perusal of the room, thinking quickly she darted into the closet to hide until the intruder left.
Just as she got the door closed, she heard the bathroom door open and whomever was inside come out, listening closely she heard the bedroom door open and close.
Kurai sighed as she stepped cautiously out of her hiding spot only to be grabbed from behind.
She let out a shreek and proceded to claw and fight her way free, only to realize that the one holding her seemed to be made of steel and would not let her go until he felt ready to.
\"Hush little hellcat,\" a deep husky voice spoke into her ear. \"Why are you proweling my room?\" he asked, his voice sending a shiver down her back.
\"I got lost and I was just curious to find out where I was,\" she lied, hoping he didn\'t pick up on the tremmor in her voice, \"All these hallways look alike I thought I\'d figure out where I was if I looked into one of the guest rooms. I didn\'t realize that this one was yours.\"
\"Didn\'t your mother ever teach you not to lie? It\'s very rude.\" he growled lowly in her ear, refusing to release her from his grasp.
\"I\'m sorry Vegeta! It was an accident!\" she cried, lifting her foot and bringing it down sharply on his in-step.
He released her and spun her to face him. \"If you ever do that again hellcat, I will kill your family and make you watch.\" he growled.
\"But my parents are already dead, all I have now are siblings.\" she said in a panic not remembering the body swap.
\"What are you talking about hellcat? Your parents are downstairs...\"he stopped and looked deeply into her eyes. \"You are not Bulma....who the fuck are you!?\" he yelled shaking her roughly.
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OOOOOhhhhhh! Cliff Hanger! My first one! YAY ME!!! JA!
by: Vegeta\'s Mate
A/N: Here\'s another chapter just for my precious reviewer Zicke!
Chapter 3: WHO ARE YOU!?
Bulma sat heavily in her chair staring at the door that Yamcha had just left through. ~:What have I just gotten myself into?:~ she thought as she stood and made her way to the kitchen to find some breakfast.
Turning up nothing there, she went to find \'her\' purse or wallet or whatever it was that Kurai used to store her money in. Bulma looked everywhere, in the bedroom, the kitchen, the bathroom, and everywhere she could think to look in the livingroom and found nothing, not even dust bunnies.
With a sigh she flopped back on the plush leather sofa and spied a slim leather purse tucked neatly between a couple of boxes situated next to the lift gate. \"Grrr, there you are!\" she growled as she stood and made her way to the boxes. Grabbing up the purse she made her way over to the sofa and sat back down, snapping open the clasp as she sat.
A pink piece of paper slid out and Bulma picked it up to see what it was and read:
Miss Kurai Yoake,
It has come to our attention that you are trying to claim credit for the invention of our ki shield, which enables the wearer to keep unauthorized ki\'s away. While we admit you did help on a small scale, you are not the inventor. Electronics Unlimited will hold the patent, and you are here-by terminated from your position as secondary scientist in the field of ki invention.
Yoko Nihanji C.E.O.
\"Kami, what kind of woman is this?\" she wondered allowed as she stood again and made her way back to the boxes to sift through their contents.
Opening the first box yeilded a few pictures of groups of people that Bulma didn\'t know, some skimatics on some kind of ki shield that was only half complete, and a few little knick-knacks that would decorate a desk.
The other box reveiled some surprising things, expensive Itiallian leather heels, a black buisness jacket and matching skirt, and a pristine white blouse made of the finest silk that Bulma had ever seen, a leather briefcase with the gold initials: KNY, and a note written in flowing elegant handwriting.
Bulma muttered as she read, \"Dear Kurai, Your brother says that you needed new buisness clothes. So I sent them to you dear, I hope everything fits becuase I am not going back to Italy anytime soon. I hope that horrible woman that you work for isn\'t giving you a headache, I know that she took your inventions my girl, but you can\'t just blow up in her face like that. I love you sis. Love, Keja.
\"She was fired for trying to keep her work not steal designs!\" Bulma gasped as she re-read the letter a few more times before putting it back in the box with the clothes. \"Damn and now she\'s at my house with my lab.....she could create something that could get C.C. in big trouble!\" she shouted as she rushed over to the sofa and grabbed her purse and sifted through it looking for car keys, intent on going over there and setting Kurai straight.
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
\"Kami fucking damnit!\" Kurai screamed as she came to yet another set of hallways leading around the back side of C.C. \"Someone should put some gods damned road signs up so that no one gets lost!\"
Stalking back the way she came she passed a door that she hadn\'t seen before, going back to it she turned the knob and eased inside eager to see something other than the halls she had been wandering for the last 3 hours.
Closing the door softly behind herself, she looked around the room and noticed that it looked alot like \'her\' room except for the totaly opposite coloring.
This room had more of a maroon and black decor rather than the bland baby blue of hers. Walking silently through the room she realized that this was probably a guest room since there were no signs of a person living here. There were no pictures, no knick-knacks, not even the slightest wrinkle in the black and maroon linen bedspread.
The sound of a toilet flushing startled Kurai fom her perusal of the room, thinking quickly she darted into the closet to hide until the intruder left.
Just as she got the door closed, she heard the bathroom door open and whomever was inside come out, listening closely she heard the bedroom door open and close.
Kurai sighed as she stepped cautiously out of her hiding spot only to be grabbed from behind.
She let out a shreek and proceded to claw and fight her way free, only to realize that the one holding her seemed to be made of steel and would not let her go until he felt ready to.
\"Hush little hellcat,\" a deep husky voice spoke into her ear. \"Why are you proweling my room?\" he asked, his voice sending a shiver down her back.
\"I got lost and I was just curious to find out where I was,\" she lied, hoping he didn\'t pick up on the tremmor in her voice, \"All these hallways look alike I thought I\'d figure out where I was if I looked into one of the guest rooms. I didn\'t realize that this one was yours.\"
\"Didn\'t your mother ever teach you not to lie? It\'s very rude.\" he growled lowly in her ear, refusing to release her from his grasp.
\"I\'m sorry Vegeta! It was an accident!\" she cried, lifting her foot and bringing it down sharply on his in-step.
He released her and spun her to face him. \"If you ever do that again hellcat, I will kill your family and make you watch.\" he growled.
\"But my parents are already dead, all I have now are siblings.\" she said in a panic not remembering the body swap.
\"What are you talking about hellcat? Your parents are downstairs...\"he stopped and looked deeply into her eyes. \"You are not Bulma....who the fuck are you!?\" he yelled shaking her roughly.
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OOOOOhhhhhh! Cliff Hanger! My first one! YAY ME!!! JA!