| Disclaimer: I don’t own DBZ. (A/N: I’m not telling you anything about this story except its set in L.A. I seriously have a thing for L.A. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy the story.) Sunset Business Chapter One ~ Working Girl By. Cyressa Bulma stared at herself painfully in the gold painted antique mirror. Her aqua hair was pushed back into a messy ponytail and she wore no make up at all. It was a workday so she didn’t care too much about her looking pretty or even attractive. “Bulma are you just gonna stare at yourself all day or are you gonna watch the cash box?” Alexandria snapped. Bulma turned from the mirror and glared at the Latin American beauty. Alexandria was around Bulma’s age and had long black hair and sparkling black eyes. Her lips were full and perfect, and her nose small and normal looking. Alexandria definitely didn’t belong working in a place like this, but then again neither did she. Slowly Bulma wiped the sweat from her forehead and lit a cigarette, moving back to her table and sitting down. The table served as a makeshift cash register, nothing was fancy about it. She watched slowly as Alexandria put a couple of old dresses on hangers and hung them near a dressing curtain in the tent. She looked almost completely at peace as she did her work. Looks could be so deceiving. Bulma looked away from Alexandria knowing that she hated to be watched and watched the other people mill around the other tents instead. Bulma had been living in L.A. for about two months and working at the flea market for a month and a half. She had originally come to L.A. For a business venture but the business ended up bankrupt so she decided to stay in L.A. for a while and have some fun. She ended up getting a job at Pacific Coast flea market. The locals called it “a salvage yard of junk.” While tourists called it “a vintage shopping paradise.” Bulma shook her head in amusement, tourists. It was about twelve in the afternoon, a time when business was at its busiest. Quickly she glanced at a woman who was wondering some tables under her tent. She always had to watch out for shoplifters and such while they browsed. A place like this didn’t have any security systems or cameras, just a human being on duty. “How much is this dress?” The woman asked, holding up a blue silk dress that had been Bulma’s. “Hundred bucks.” Bulma told her, taking a puff off her cigarette. “Isn’t that a little steep?” The woman inquired, looking suspiciously at Bulma. “Its an original Michelle Bacard and its never been worn. At retail it’s about two thousand dollars. So no I don’t think its steep.” Bulma snapped. The woman simply shrugged, taking the dress off the hanger and handing Bulma a 100-dollar bill on her way out of the tent. “Rich bitch.” Bulma mumbled, stuffing the money into a small cash box with a steel lock. “Damn straight sister.” Alexandria agreed. Bulma only laughed in response, thinking it funny how the words sounded strange and full in her accent. Bulma shifted in her seat, not liking the way the mid-day L.A. heat made her sweaty. She pulled down her low rise cut off shorts and took off the shirt she had on over a strappy black tank top. “Hey Alexandria you know what?” Bulma asked, putting her cigarette out. “What?” “It’s fucking hot.” Bulma announced. They both laughed as if what she had said was a joke. “Bulma what time do you have?” Alexandria asked taking the shirt she had on over her red halter-top off. “Twelve Thirty.” Bulma said simply. “Another three hours and we’ll be out of this hell hole for a whole weekend.” “I swear if I didn’t get half the money off of what I sold I’d quit.” Alexandria said, opening the cash box and counting her money. “You know Yamcha is such an asshole when it comes to money and hours. I swear if I wasn’t his employee I’d tell him where he could shove his investments.” “Believe me I know how you feel. God its like if he hits on me one more time I think I’m gonna fucking explode.” Bulma nearly yelled in anger. She hated her boss and disliked him hitting on her even more than that. “Well don’t fight it babe. We all hate him.” Alexandria assured her before going off into Spanish and calling Yamcha what were sure to be not very nice things. “Alexandria calm down.” Bulma snapped, ending her tirade. Both women just laughed. “Besides when you show me around your hang outs tonight we are gonna forget all about that asshole.” “Oh yeah baby, Plus you gotta meet my new aunt Rosa’s son. Ah mi dios! The man is sexy! Too bad he’s my cousin now cause if he wasn’t I’d jump his bones like that.” She said snapping her fingers. “Yeah you would Alexandria.” ”The only problem, which isn’t really a problem for me, is that he’s got a little problem staying out of trouble. Been arrested more times then I can count on all different things. He fights all the time over any reason, damn this guy’s gotta a temper.” “Yeah well this guy got a name?” Bulma asked, undoing her ponytail and then retying it up. “Yeah, his name’s Vegeta.” Alexandria told her, grabbing her purse from the under the table. “You really shouldn’t keep your purse down there. Probably will get stolen.” Bulma told her. “Oh sweetie. I got my make up in there. I got all the money here.” She laughed, lifting her chest up slightly. “Please remind me not to ask you to give me any change.” Bulma laughed, tipping back slightly in her steel chair. “God I hope this day is over soon.” Around Five the flea market closed and all the workers packed up their tents and merchandise and put it in a vehicle and went home. Alexandria and Bulma’s employer, Yamcha, would come to help them pack up every day and load the merchandise and tent into a truck. He would eye every girl he had working for him and hit on her even more. “Bulma grab that last chair and bring it here.” Yamcha ordered. Bulma grimaced because she knew that she would have to bend down to get the chair, giving him a nice view of her ass. “Sure boss.” Bulma said, getting the chair and bringing it back to him. He took the chair from her and placed it in the back of his pick up truck before closing the gate. “So what are you doing tonight Bulma?” Yamcha asked, his arm going around her waist. “She’s going out with me tonight.” Alexandria told him, walking between him and Bulma removing his hand from her waist. “And Yamcha keep your hands to yourself.” “Hey I’m just joking around ladies. My god aren’t you two just pms’ing.” Yamcha snapped, opening the door to his truck. “Aw Yamcha your mistaking PMS for hate.” Alexandria hissed, flipping him off as he got into his truck. “Alexandria I can take part of your salary this week you do know that don’t you?” Yamcha yelled out his window as he started his truck and took off. Once alone Alexandria took her money out of her blouse and smiled. “Oh no you can’t asno.” Alexandria cackled. “Ready to go?” “Yeah, so where we gonna go till seven?” Bulma asked, putting her white shirt on over her black tank top. “My place.” |