Isis
By, Yogi-Chan
Disclaimer: I don't own Dragonball Z, or the GooGoo Dolls' song Isis.
Chapter 1: Unexpected First Impositions
The fading light bulb flickered aboveVegeta's head, as he placed a cigarette between his lips. He pulled out his lighter, lit the end of the rolled stick of tobacc and took a long drag, savering the smooth, sweet taste, and blowing the smoke out of his month. He watched as the smoke danced into the night air, above his head, and slowly upwards disapearing into the darkness of the night sky. Vegeta could hear the faintsound of the thrubing bass, from inside the club, drifting through the brick wall and into the ally. He closed his eyes and let the faint plusing beat, of the music, ripple through his body, as he took another drag from his cigarette.
"Bulma, herry up, we're going to be late." ChiChi wined, looking at the clock. "I don't want to miss Goku." she quickly added.
Bulma finished applying her make-up, to her face, and slipped on her black boots. Bulma was dressed in a pare of baggie black bondage pants, with a red tank-top shirt, with a black fish net belly tank-top, over her red tank-top. ChiChi stood across the room waiting, she was wearing baggie black pants with a hot pink top. The two girls walked down stairs and were almost to the door when they heard Bulma's mother's voice "Where are you two going?" she said stopping them.
"We're going to go see Goku and his band play at The celler." Bulma replied, reaching for the door.
"Okay, but remember Bulma, that your father and I are leaving tonight for our trip, are you sure your okay staying here by yourself, for the next two months?" Mrs. Breifs asked, with that hoping look in her eyes that she would change her mind and go with them.
"Yes, mother, I'll be fine." Bulma anserwed a little annoyed, as she stepped out the door.
Bulma and ChiChi walked quickly to Bulma's awaiting car, on the street. Bulma jumped in behind the wheel and started up the car, and drove down the street. The carcame to a stop in front of, The Celler, an all gothic club. Bulma and ChiChi stepped out of the car and walked quickly entered through the front doors of the club.
The music, inside the club, was almost mind numbingly load. Bulma followed ChiChi, through the crowd of people, over to the stage and then over to a black door on the far left wall. ChiChi opened the door and walked inside, followed by Bulma. In the back room, the load music of the club faded into a whisper. Goku and two other guys were dim. As soon as the door closed behind them Goku and the other two guys stopped talking and looked up at them. All three guys were dressed in black baggie bondage, but Goku had on a black t-shirt with red Japanese letteringon it, on the short baldheaded man was weraing a plan black shirt, and the third guy was wearing a red shirt that said 'I am with the band' on it.
Goku stood and walked across the room over to ChiChi and kissed her depply on the lips. Bulma rooled her eyes and walked away nervosly, having just boken up with her two timing boyfriend, Yamcha, the day before. ChiChi snapped back to realitly, realizing that Bulma didn't really know anyone.
"Oh sorry Bulma, guys this is my good friend Bulma Breifs. The girl, I told you guys about." ChiChi said. "You all ready know Goku. This is Tein and Krillen." She said pointing to the guys as she said there names. Bulma nodded in response, to the two guys.
"Doesn't your father own CC?" Krillen asked.
"Unfortunately" Bulma said. "I don't really like talking about it." she then added.
Just then the back door opened and another guy walked through it. He was a little shorter then Goku, with spiky hair. Bulma noticed that he remained in the shadows.
"Vegeta, this is Bulma," Goku said, in his very bubblely way.
Vegeta crossed his arms over his chest and looked up, holding back this gasp when his eyes met her. She was the most beautiful thing that he had ever seen. Bulma didn't say anything as she pulled out her pack of cigarettes and put one between her lips and prepared to light it.
"Oh Bulma, you can't smoke in here." Tein said, stopping her.
Bulma signed, in frustration, and walked over to the door, that Vegeta just entered through, and disapered through it. She lit her cigarette and drifted into her own thoughts. She suddenly came back to realitly, when she heard the door open behind her. Vegetastood in front of the doors, as it closed, lighting up the cigarette, between his lips.
"They thought that you may need protection." Vegeta said, lening up against the brick wall, of the club.
"I can take care of myself." Bulma said, coldly.
"No doupt, but I can't take that bitching." Vegeta growled.
Bulma could now make out Vegeta's face and well build body. He was wearing black bondage pants and a black and red shirt. Bulma stood there in the silents as she took another drag off this cigarette. Bulma and Vegeta's heads snapped up when they heard someones foot stepscoming toured them.
"Hey babe," Yamcha said, as he came into view. "Your mom said you'd be here. Okay look I know your pissed off at me, right now, and I am sorry, but please talk to me." Yamcha begged.
Bulma chuckled, evilly, as she walked over to Vegeta. "Will, you hold this please," she said, sweetly, and smiled when he took her cigarette from her.
"Come on, Bulma, this is silly. I said I was sorry, what do you want a lie detector test." Yamcha said, turning her toured him.
"I prefure blood." she said, coldly slapping his hand away.
"What the fuck, Bulma." Yamcha yelled. "being a fucking bitch."
"Fuck you, Yamcha. I told you to never come near me again." Bulma yelled. "So get it thought your thick skull and go back to that fucking whore." Bulma said, pushing him away.
Yamcha's eyes burned with rage "You fucking bitch." he yelled, throughing her against the hard brick wall.
Bulma hit the wall hard and slid down to the ground, she was dazed by the blow and didn't notice that Vegeta had through the cigarettes to the side. Just as she was about to pull herself to her feet, to fight back, a large blur moved quickly past her. The next thing Bulma knew Yamcha was on the ground holding his face. "the woman said to stay the fuck away," Vegeta growled. Yamcha pulled himself to his feet and ran down the ally.
Bulma pulled herself off the ground and fell back bracing herself against the wall. "Well that could of gone better," she said trying to laugh it off.
"What the fuck was that all about?" Vegeta asked, helping her.
"Ex-boyfriend, long story. I don't really want to talk about it ," Bulma said, regainning herself.
"Yoy going to live?" Vegeta asked, letting her go as she began walking away.
"I' v had worise." Bulma said, opening the door and walking back inside the club, leaving Vegeta alone in the ally.