Chapter 5

A/N--Thanks at the bottom, and many of you are going to kill me for this but…the mysterious figure will not appear again for a while. I threw that in to keep you interested, please forgive me? This is a development chapter (aka it stinks lol) so bear with me. Hold out. The good stuff is coming up eventually I promise! No enough with me read!

Disclaimer-- *looks in pockets* I don’t own anything! No really, not a stinking thing!

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Bulma sat in the back of the limousine, impatience written on her face, “Look buddy, if I’d know it was going to take you forever to get out there, I’d a picked him up myself! We have to be at the party by 7:45 at the latest.”

“Yes ma’am I understand. Where else do we stop?”

“No where. Straight to the Imperial Plaza.”

“Yes ma’am.”

Bulma sighed and rested her head against the leather seat, “I hope everything is perfect. Tonight, I tell Goku how I feel. And if what Mandy says is true, one little kiss at midnight, and we are meant to be.” A fit of girlish giggles overtook the blue eyed woman, and she forced herself to stop as the driver slowed the vehicle in front of Goku’s home.

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“Gotta get ready, gotta get ready. Can’t be late, can’t be late!” Goku raced through his house, pulling and tugging at various objects, praying everything was in or out correctly. “I think I have everything…Shoes, check. Socks, check. Underwear, che…Clean underwear, check. Hm….money, tux, me. Well I guess that is everything.” The handsome man let out a huge sigh of relief and fell into the first chair he saw. Looking up at the ceiling he muttered a small prayer, “Kami, please let everything go well. I don’t want to embarrass her in front of all those fancy people. Don’t want to make a fool of myself. She means to much…” His line of thought was broke by a persistent honking. “Oh must be her, better go. Here goes everything.” He said with a slight chuckle as he made his way towards the door.

“Oh here he comes! Man, does he look Good in a tuxedo! I hope I look okay, what if I don’t! Oh he is going to find some pretty socialite at that party, and forget all about me. What have I done?” Bulma slumped in the overstuffed seat, and took a quick swig of champagne. “Relax girl. His son liked the dress. Of course Gohan is four….Maybe I should have gotten a second opinion. Too late now, well here goes everything,” she muttered an exasperated sigh escaping her painted lips.

“A limo! Man this party is even swankier than I thought! There is no way I am going to fit in…What is she doing with me? She should be with some rich guy with a thick accent. Not a martial arts teacher with a son.” Goku nervously walked up to the waiting car, and was slightly startled to see the driver hop out and open his door.

“The Ms. wants you to see her at the party, not before, so I am afraid you have to sit up front with me for now.”

“Uh okay…That is different, but if Bulma wants to surprise me, I am willing to wait.” Goku said as he scratched his head, but secretly he was thinking, “I look horrible, I know it! She hates the tux, I am going to kick J’s ass for this.”

Meanwhile in the back seat, Bulma was mentally kicking herself for making him ride up front. “What was I thinking? He is going to think I am the world’s biggest snob! But I really want to see a surprise reaction on the dress, I know if he isn’t expecting it I will get the real thing.” Having convinced herself, the aqua tressed beauty forced herself to enjoy the remainder of the ride.

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“Well here we are, the Imperial Plaza. The ritziest place in Satan City, I’ll let you get the door for her, and can I say Wow. She is a looker that one, nice job buddy. What a bod, I mean wow…” The burly limo driver commented, causing Goku to wince at the words used to describe Bulma.

“Uh yeah man thanks, I’ll go get her. See ya.” Goku walked over to the curbside door and opened it, and the sight that greeted him was the equivalent, in his eyes at least, of what the god’s felt when they gazed upon Venus. Her aqua-blue hair had been piled almost hap-hazardously, giving her a slight windblown look. Her pale skin was accented with a light red stain on her lips, and a smoky black on her crystalline eyes. Then Goku felt his heart stop as she stepped from the vehicle, the dress was a shimmering, silky, blue. A blue that was the perfect match for both hair and eyes. It clung in all the right places, an almost hip high slit giving a look of seduction. The top had one strap that ran across her right shoulder, leaving the other bare to a friendly hand’s advances. The back, well what back there was, started mere inches above her shapely backside, and ended in a faux tail. All in all the effect was that Bulma looked like a water goddess, emerging from her domain. “I…I…I, you look incredible. I have never seen a vision like you.”

Bulma had been watching his face as she emerged from the car, and felt her heart soar when the desired one was obtained. “Thank you, and may I say you look wonderful? I don’t think I have seen anyone fill a suit out like that ever! Now, you have to promise you won’t leave me for all the beautiful woman that will be throwing themselves at you.”

“Only if you promise not to run away with any foreign ambassadors.”

“Deal!” Bulma laughed lightly, and linking her arm with his, the two maneuvered through the paparazzi to the entrance.

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Wow…Bulma, do you know these people? I mean it seems like everyone here is staring.”

“I think they are staring at you, I mean I know that is what I am looking at,” she whispered into his ear.

Goku’s face turned a light pink at her almost brazen admittance. “Well, I think you are wrong. They are defiantly looking at you.”

Bulma giggled and lead him to their table. She stopped short though, when she noticed a very familiar face seated next to her name card. “Man! Why do I always get stuck next to her!?”

“Who?” Goku asked, placing a reassuring hand on her bare shoulder.

“Ug…Camie Townshend. She and I went to the same private school. Camie’s father was V.P. at my dad’s company. Her parents were very jealous of mine…and lets just say things got ugly after they died.”

“Do you want to go somewhere else? I mean we can eat, or dance, or eat, or maybe…”

The blue-haired woman shook her head and laughed, ”I’m a big girl now, and besides, I have you at my side. I have nothing to worry about!”

The couple went and took their seats at the table, just as drinks were being served. As Bulma had seated herself she had made it a point to keep her eyes on Goku‘s face. Then, a few moments later, she felt a light tap on her right shoulder, “Bulma! Haven’t seen you at a social event in ages darling! How are you? You look, well you look better. And oh my…who is this gorgeous man with you? Is he yours?”

Bulma rolled her eyes and whispered under her breath, “Leave it to Camie to hit on the first living thing she sees, never mind who he might be with,” Then Bulma turned to face the blond headed woman seated next to her. “Gosh Camie! It has been a while. You look great!” And it was true, with ash blond hair, sky blue eyes, and a curvaceous figure, Camie would be what most men found attractive, and the seductive red dress she was wearing gave her a look of Hollywood glamour. “This is Goku, my date. Do you have a date tonight Camie? Do I know him?” Bulma asked, feigning interest.

“Well actually, I do have a date, but not like you would think. It is Pierre Dupree. You remember right? He and I are here as friends. How about you two? Hm….Goku did you say?” The crafty beauty turned her attention away from Bulma and focused on the muscular man that was Goku Son. “So you and Bulma….you are friends?”

“Well I would like to think we are a lot more than friends.” The handsome man replied, that easy going grim overtaking his face.

“My Kami,” Camie thought to herself, “He is delicious….Have to talk to Pierre. I think this evening might turn out better than I previous thought.” Outwardly she simply shook his hand and shrugged, “Well Bulma darling, it looks like you finally caught one worth keeping.” She winked at the couple then said, “I am going to go find Pierre, I am sure he would love to see Bulma.” Then in a flash of red and blond, the dazzling woman was gone.

Bulma let out a breath of air, “I really hope she takes her time…Pierre Dupree. Hm…I don’t remember him, but that doesn’t mean a lot.”

“She is“, Goku paused as he struggled to find the proper wording to describe the beauty he had just met, “Something, yes I‘d say something covers it. You did say the two of you didn’t get along in school right?”

“Not in so many words. We got along alright, she hung out with the cheerleaders, I hung out by myself. No reason for us to hang out really. Her parents never made her go to the C.C. parties, so like I said, we never hung out.”

Goku could tell this was an uncomfortable subject, “Hey I have a great idea,” He whispered, as he nuzzled her neck with his lips, sending shivers down Bulma’s spine.

“What would that be?” she questioned breathlessly.

“Dance.” And with that one word, he gently took her hand and lead her to the ballroom. “Do you like this song,” he questioned, as he placed a large hand on her hip pulling her closer to him.

“I don’t think I’ve heard it. What about you?”

“Nope new to me, but it sounds great. Hm…listen.” The dancing pair fell into silence as they listened intently to the words of the song playing. “Wow. Did he say what I think he did?” Goku asked, pink coming to his cheeks.

Bulma giggled and moved in closer to Goku’s chest, “I think he did. What a beautiful way to express love.” The blue eyed goddess sighed.

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“Pierre, you will never guess who is sitting at our table with a new man in tow.”

“Well you are correct Camie. I won’t guess. I don’t have time to play your games.” the tall, toned, and tanned man said in a bored tone.

“Well fine Pierre. If you are going to be like that…It is Bulma, Bulma Briefs. What do you think of that?”

The blond man scratched his chin and a lustful look took over his features. “Now Camie, did I hear you correctly? Did you say Bulma Briefs? Hm….she was unattainable in high school, how does she look now?”

“A little plain if you ask me, but then I always thought she was rather homely. But if you are interested, look onto the dance floor. See that black haired man?” Camie directed Pierre’s gaze to where Goku and Bulma were dancing. “That is her date. And there she is.”

Pierre felt his breath catch, “I thought you said she looked plain? Camie, she looks better than you.” He said in a condescending tone.

“Hardly!” Camie scoffed and then grew angry, “How about I do you a little favor then Pierre. Since you are soooo interested little Ms. Briefs, I will help you get her home.”

“What do you want out of it?”

“I am hurt! I thought we were friends,” Camie purred against the handsome blond man’s chest, “What makes you think I would want anything.”

Pierre snorted, “Please Camie. I know you better than that. Let me guess, you want that man she is with.”

The sultry blue-eyed vixen licked her lips and then pulled Pierre’s head closer to hers, “So I take it you understand. Here is what we do….”

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“Okay Goku, I feel much better. I think they are about to start serving drinks and the first course, I need to run to the lady’s room. Wait for me at the table okay.” Bulma then leaned up and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.

Goku smiled softly as he watched her make her way towards the restroom. Had he watched a little longer he might have seen the conspiratorial wink between Camie and Pierre. Or maybe he would have seen Camie walk into the restroom right after Bulma. But as fate would have it, Goku had already turned his attention to finding his way back to their table.

Pierre waited till Camie had made it safely into the ladies room behind Bulma. Once he was assured that the vivacious blond had set her part in motion, Pierre locked his eyes on the spiky haired man walking towards the table. “This is to perfect. I finally get Bulma Briefs, and rid of that bitch Camie in one blow.”

“This one looks familiar. Man, why did they have to take our name cards off our tables?”

“I always wonder the same thing.”

Goku looked up, startled by a handsome green eyed, blond headed man, with a light accent. “Oh sorry. Am I in you seat?”

“No I believe my date and I are two over. I am Pierre Dupree. I believe you already met Camie Townshend? I could be mistaken though.”

“No I met her. I am Goku Son, and I am here with Bulma. I think you know her.”

“Really, Bulma? I haven’t seen her in quite a while. Are the two of you… Well how do I ask this without sounding like a gossipy school girl?” the older man questioned, a smirk playing on his lips. “Well what I mean is, I have always harbored a bit of a crush on Bulma, and I am curious as to if she is seriously dating anyone.”

“Well like I told Camie, I would like to think that she is seriously dating me.” The younger, dark eyed man said, his tone a bit annoyed.

“Well that is a surprise. I always thought Bulma would want more of a pretty boy. You hardly seem her type. So I suppose you know about her troubles? I mean the girl has major baggage. I mean first her parents, then her suicide attempts, and of course her famous inability to commit to one man. She is certainly a wild one… Oh, pardon, maybe I have said to much.”

Goku felt more and more dislike for the fast talking pretty-boy with each word that fell from his mouth. “Actually I am very much aware of Bulma’s past, but the part about her being wild and having commitment problems…I think you are embellishing a bit.”

“Are you calling me a liar? Why you….you, ruffian! How dare you! You are lucky I am a gentleman, because I have an excellent proposition for you.”

“I am not interested in having anything to do with you. I may be a ruffian, but I recognize a “gentleman” when I see one. And you Pierre Dupree are no gentleman.”

“Now there is no need to loose your temper. Camie is very interested in you, I am very interested in Bulma….I think you see where I am going with this.”

“Yes I do, and as I said before I have no interest in that woman. My only interests are with Bulma. Now if you will excuse me.”

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“Well Bulma. I must say, that is quite a man you have out there. Where ever did you find him? A local gigolo dealer?”

“Actually Camie, if you feel you must know, I met him at a toy store.”

“And he actually became interested in you. I must say I am impressed. You have either honed your seduction skills or you paid him. There is no way a plain, ugly, fat, whore such as yourself could get a man like that. I mean Bulma, you are making a fool of yourself out there. He is obviously looking at every other woman out there. In fact, he came up to me earlier and asked me to call him. Of course I told him I could never do that to you, but he wouldn’t listen. It is so hard being beautiful, maybe someday you will understand too. I mean with all that money your parents left you,” Bulma shivered, Camie’s tone had gone from plain rude to malicious in a matter of minutes, ”You could afford some surgery. I know if it had gone to My family, it would have gone to good use.”

Bulma took a deep breath and sighed, “Camie. I don’t have time for this or you. My date is waiting for me.”

“Well now I wouldn’t say that. I bet he has found some small waisted, big breasted, tiny brained girl. But I do know one man that finds you attractive.”

“You are so unbelievable. Please let me by. I want to get away from you, the stench of your lies is rubbing off on me.” And with that said Bulma pushed past Camie, aqua locks flying into the manipulative woman’s face.

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Bulma made her way back to the table, only to discover that Goku wasn’t sitting in his spot. In fact, he was nowhere in sight. “I wonder where that bishie of mine got off to.” Bulma turned back towards the dance floor, but her view was obstructed by the tall body of Pierre Dupree.

“Well if it isn’t Bulma Briefs. My Kami. You look absolutely breath taking. Time has done justice to you. More so than to me I am afraid.” The blond man whispered into her ear, a husky tone to his voice. He then placed his fingertips lightly on her bare shoulder, “How long has it been Bulma?”

“Not long enough Pierre.”

The offended party tightened his grip on the slim beauty’s arm, “Now Bulma, is that anyway to speak with an old friend? Especially an old friend that is interested in being more.”

“You aren’t, weren’t, and never will be my friend. I am very happy with Goku, sorry.” Bulma tried to free herself from her old classmate’s grasp.

“You must be joking, that third-class excuse for a man? What is he Bulma, a carpenter?”

“I am impressed Pierre.”

“Oh really. By what?”

“The fact that you are an even bigger snob now. He is actually a martial arts instructor, not that it is any of your business. Now, I really must find him. They are serving the first course.”

“Well I wouldn’t worry about your date. He is in very capable hands from the what I can see.”

Bulma had to crane her head to see what Pierre was talking about, and what she say made her blood boil.

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Goku left Pierre sitting at the table with no further explanation. “That pompous dolt can figure it out for himself. I think I will head over to the ladies room and wait for Bulma there.” The exasperated man walked, head down, towards the restroom, before suddenly bumping into a soft form.

“Oh my! Pardon me. Oh Mr. Son, it is you. How are you? What happened to Bulma? Let me guess, she ditched you. She really is a mess. Perhaps I could interest you in a dance?”

“Um…actually Ms. um, Townshend.”

“Please call me Camie.”

“Oh, okay. Camie, I believe Bulma is in the restroom.”

“Well, I am afraid you are mistaken. I just came from there, she passed me on my way in. Didn’t you see her?”

“No. I must have missed her. Please excuse me, I better back track.” Goku bowed slightly and then turned to go, before a feminine hand on his arm stopped him.

“Just one dance, please. You seem so genuine. I’d like to get to know you a little better.”

“Well,” Goku scratched his head and then sighed, “I don’t suppose one dance would hurt, but if I see Bulma, I will have to leave to go get her.”

“Oh of course! I understand completely!” The spiteful blond threw a backwards glance over her shoulder to make sure Pierre could see her every move, and then led the unknowing pawn onto the dance floor. Camie paused on the edge of the wooden dance area, and placed two hands on Goku’s chest. She then leaned forward and whispered, “You will let me know if anything changes between you and Bulma won’t you?”

“I think you are getting a little ahead of yourself there. Lets just dance so I can go find my date.” But rather than back away, Camie pulled herself in closer to his muscular chest.

“You are like a living Adonis. You know that right? Why settle for her when you could have me?” as she asked those last questions, the sultry woman nibbled lightly on the stunned man’s ear.

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“Well I told you he was in capable hands. Now what do you say, you and I could be doing something similar.” Pierre said, one broad hand running over Bulma’s bare back, the other keeping the stronghold on her arm.

Bulma’s only response was for Pierre to shut it, before yanking her arm out of his grasp, and then walking over to where Goku and Camie stood. Blue eyes flashing navy with hatred and loathing, Bulma made her way across the room.

“Um, Camie I think you should, uh…look I think you should back off.” The clearly uncomfortable man said, as he pushed against her lithe form. “Look, you seem nice, but not my type. Sorry.”

“You are damn straight she isn’t your type!” Goku looked up to see an infuriated Bulma standing a mere foot and a half away from him.

“Bulma! Can you um…”

“Can it for a sec! I have few things to get off my chest.” Bulma slowly made her way up to the standing pair, she turned Camie towards her and said with as much hate as she could muster, “You did it to me in junior high, you did it to me in high school, but I’ll be damned if you’ll do it to me again!” Bulma then wrenched the awe struck Goku from Camie’s grasp and lead him to the exit, yelling on her way out, “Stop staring you over-fed, pompous, idiots!”

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Once the couple was safely back in the limestone, Bulma broke down into tears. “Goku I am so sorry! What a horrible way to spend New Year’s. Camie may have been right, you do deserve someone better.”

Goku took her face in his hands, and using his thumbs, wiped away her tears. Then in the same firm, yet loving, voice he used with Gohan he said, “I don’t want anyone else. You are all I could ever hope for in a woman. In fact you are more, what will it take for you to understand that? Tell me and I will do it. Anything, anything at all.”

The quieted beauty sighed and said, “You said no to Camie Townshend, that is more than anyone should ever have to go through. I bet you are staving. What say we ditch the limo, then hoof it to an IHOP?”

“Sounds like a deal to me!”

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“Goku!! You should never say things like that to the people that serve you food! They will spit in it or something.”

“What? What did I say?”

“Where should I start? Oh, I know, at the beginning…Let’s see first thing when we walk in, you yell at the top of your lungs, ‘I hope our waitress is cuter than the last girl that waited on us.’ And you, if memory serves me, pointed her out. Then of course, the girl you pointed at was our waitress. And instead of apologizing, or saying just kidding, you ask her where she got her tattoos, and what they all mean. Then when she told you she remembered you from lat time, and she wasn’t going to tell you all that again, you plastered on that grin of yours, and finally apologized.”

“Well then see! She knew I was kidding! Why would she want to spit in my food?”

“I don’t know, why don’t you ask her for yourself.” Bulma said smugly as she reclined into the leather booth seat.

“Um, Millie?”

“Yeah Goku.”

“Please don’t spit in my rootie-tootie-fresh and frutie.”

Bulma couldn’t help it, she burst into laughter. She was literally rolling on the floor laughing. “Goku!” gasp, “That was the funniest thing I have ever heard.!”

Goku just put his hand up behind his head and shrugged. “Well you told me to ask.”

“Oh, and to answer your question Goku, no. I didn’t spit in your food. I know you are kidding, but if I was your date, I wouldn’t eat my hash brown.” Then with a wink, Millie the waitress was gone.

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“Okay if we time this right, we can ring in New Year’s at my house! Then we can go pick Gohan up earlier than planned.”

“It is 11:45 right now. Can we really make it to your house before 12?”

“Uh huh. It is only a block from that park.” Then as if fate was playing a trick on them, the sky opened with no prior warning. Rain, heavy and unrelenting pounded down on the couple as they ran towards the park. “Well, that kind of ruins everything! Why me? Why can’t I have one of those storybook evenings!” Bulma yelled at the sky. She threw her head back, as if daring the lightning to strike her, “Hey Kami! I think I’ve had enough! Give me a break here!”

Goku felt his heart stop as he watched her angry rant in the rain. She looked almost like a primitive goddess, her aqua tendrils whipping in the wind, the lightning giving her an ethereal look. “I love you.” he blurted out before he even knew what he had said.

Bulma stopped her verbal assault on the name of Kami and fell to her knees, sobs racking her body. She buried her head on her knees and whispered, “What did you say? You love me? Oh Kami, I am sorry. I have my knight in armor right in front of me…and I was to selfish to see it” Then with an uncommon amount of resolve, the azure eyed beauty stood and walked over to Goku. “It is 12:00. Happy New Year’s.” Then she kissed him on the lips, pulling him to the rain softened ground. “I love you too.”

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“Mandy? Are you here? It is Goku and Bulma.” the dark eyed man whispered.

“Huh, oh! Goku, Bulma. Hey guys. How was your eveni…..Oh Bulma! What happened to your dress?”

“It’s a very long story Man, but before I spill any details, who is that?”

“Uh, well you know who it is B.”

“Well I see Yamacha, but I thought you….why you little devil. Using your own advice to your advantage eh?”

“Advice? What would that be hm?” Goku questioned, a sleeping Gohan in his arms.

“Nothing you need to worry about.” Mandy said, in a reassuring voice, “Oh and that little one of yours in an absolute doll. We mad a bit of a mess, I guess you can see that, but he was no trouble at all. And,” the green eyed woman leaned in and whispered, “Don’t repeat this but, Yamacha played with him too.” Goku and Bulma exchanged an equally astonished glance before asking Mandy about payment. “Look, you guys don’t worry about it tonight. Go home and get some sleep.”

“Are you su…”

“Go get outa here.”

“Alright bye Mandy, and thanks! We will call you tomorrow.”

The rain soaked couple carried the sleeping toddler to Bulma’s. “I have a room that he picked out for himself a few days ago. We can put him in there if you like. It is actually connected to mine by a doorway. So you could maybe sleep in my room? No strings attached, no you know…..just sleeping?”

“Deal.” And with that said the couple lay Gohan into his chosen bed and headed off, hand in hand, to theirs.

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Okay, wow that was a doosey of a chapter. Very long, and not that good. *hides* I am very sorry it took me so long! I didn’t die, or anything it’s just that I had midterm, and lots of tests….well you get the picture. But fear not, for this week is my Spring Break, so look for (hopefully) at least one more update. (But I am getting my wisdom teeth cut out on Tuesday, so keep that in mind.) Oh and if this is really bad, please let me know. I can handle it! I promise.

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