Vegeta's Prank
Chapter One: Bulma's Nightmare
Disclaimer: No, I don't own dragonballz. Nor do I own the characters. I just want to write a story, sheesh.
A/n: You know, I've started three stories here, but always come up with a new idea for another story. Do you other authors do the same? Kind of strange if you think about it. Oh well, hope you enjoy this small fiction on Bulma and Vegeta. I find it funny how most write fictions on these couples. I'm guessing Bulma and Vegeta have short tempers, so it makes the story more interesting. Anyway, enjoy this story.
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"No.. no! This can't be happening! Mom, please!" My mother and everyone I knew turned their backs on me. Why, that I don't know. "Mom.. Please.. Don't do this!" Of course, my mother resisted. I remember that dark pleased grin that ran across her lips. She enjoyed seeing me in pain. I knew it. But how could this be happening? And why?
"Oh honey, don't worry." My mother smiled excitedly as she finished tying me up in this cold water. Fog surrounded me. Thick, white fog hovered over the ice cold water that circled around me and my mother. Yamcha stepped out from behind my mother and smiled sweetly. His warm smile always soothed me. Even if I was on the line of death.
The haze grew darker, and my mother backed away and disappeared within the fog. I saw her head coming up for breaths for air, then she'd sink back under. Soon she looked like a small dot in the water, then was engulfed in the fog. Yamcha stood next to me and leaned his head in, towards my face. I felt his hot air pat against my lips. "Bulma.. Everything isn't as bad as it seems. I promise."
He's going to untie me.
I'm going to be okay, I know it.
His lips gently pressed against mine. His right hand slid down his jean pocket and disappeared into the murky water. His smile reassured me. But his grin grew wider. Yamcha's dark eyes lit up with pleasure. His grin..
That devilish grin of his..
It scared me.
His eyes shifted from me, and beyond my sore shoulder from which her mother and Michelle tackled me and drug me out here in the water. I love his face.. I love everything about him. It's as if his face was built and crafted by angels themselves. Short dark brown hair sweetly overtopped his scalp. Softly jelled as you can see the marks from his comb that swept over his wet hair. It spiked at the front, with a small point.
Strong creases of muscle crafted his arms. I feel so comfortable with him.. Why am I frightened now? It's that smile of his.. It doesn't seem right on him. He looked angry, yet pleased at the same time. Normally he's always joking around and joyful. He pulled out his pocket knife and looked back at me with a reassuring smile. "Don't worry, it'll all be over soon."
It'll all be over soon.
This ringed in my ears for a long time. What did he mean? Was he going to unleash me form the ropes and save me? But that smile faded as he looked behind me again. "The sharks won't attack unless they smell blood." He said quietly. Almost like a whisper. But I couldn't understand what he meant.
"Yamcha, get me out! I'm scared!" I pleaded as I saw him look at me. He shook his head and frowned firmly. I glanced over my bruising shoulder and saw three triangles moving around swiftly in the water. "Y-Yamcha! Sharks! Hurry get me out!" I managed to get out through sobs. Again, he shook his head.
Lifting his right hand, he launched it down diagonally across my left arm. "Sharks won't attack unless they smell blood, Bulma." Yet another pleased grin overlapped his lips. Again, he thrusted his hand down and slashed me across the stomach. I shrieked out in pain. I began to thrash around quickly, sobbing from fright and pain. I tried to scream for help, but no sound came.
This is it, I'm going to die..
Yamcha threw the knife in the merkey water and waved happy as ever to me, then he dived underwater. I stood there, chest deep in water, shocked that he left me. "He left.. My boyfriend left me.." I said with tear streaming down my face. I could feel my cheeks getting puffy and red from the raging of tears. "Yamcha!" I shouted as I caught a glimpse of the triangles all coming at me at once. Without hesitation either, like as if they glided across the top of the water, as if they were on clouds.
The sun went down, and the sky was now black and gray, yet dotted with bright lights. Stars, obviously. But then the brightest of them all shone above where I was tied up. The moon was full and seemed to rise proudly over the Earth. I could barely see a thing. Again, I thrashed hoping to be released from the threatening wrath of the ropes. But it seems as if everytime I pulled and tugged, the coils dug deeper and deeper into my flesh. "Yamcha!" I shouted. But I could no longer see anyone. I turned to one side, then the other. "Where's shore?" The haze was so thick that I couldn't even see the shore line. And I wasn't even that far out.
The sharks came forthward. All seeming like as if they haven't eaten in days upon days. In the came, circled around me and attacked from three side, almost in a triangular formation. There was one bite on my right arm. I yelped loudly and began to move around violently hoping to escape the vicious predators. "Someone help!" I screamed as loud as I could. I could feel my heart in my chest beating faster and faster. Another bite came at my right ankle then my thigh. -I'm going to die.. I know it..- I thought. I just decided to give up..
So there I was, stranded out in the beach waters. Unable to find shore. The sharks having a lovely buffet while I waited for my death. The waters moved higher. To my throat, then to my chin. I knew I was going to die. So why bother trying to live anymore? Even I was rescued, I'd have scars for life. I held my breath as the tide came in above my head. My lungs I could feel were going to burst.
This is it. I'm a goner.
I began to choke on water. I opened my eyes to look around. The sharks were still launching their jaws of doom towards my body. I couldn't feel the pain. And this surprised me. Alls I felt was the cold water numbing my skin. Although the water of the sea burned my eyes, I couldn't help but not watch the attack on my own flesh. My own body.
How could this happen? And how could it happen to me? What have I done?
The words repeated in my mind for a long time. Until finally I was passed out. Still feeling the chomping on my flesh. Blood spilled out of my arms and legs. My mouth fell open and I could taste the blood mixed with the salt water. -This is it..- Was the last thought I remembered...
I sat up, sweat drizzling down my forehead and cheeks. I saw that the white sheets were tangled in with my legs. I blinked a few times and looked at the window. I glanced to the right, looking at the clock. "4:25am.." I sighed with relief and placed my right hand upon my chest feeling the pounding of my heart about to burst through my chest. "Just a dream.." I said to myself standing up, wiping my hand across the sweaty forehead.
I waltz towards the window and pushed it open. Immediately, the breeze of salt air came rushing in. I closed my eyes gently and smile as the smell filled my nostrils. "I love it.." I said as the waves crashed upon the invisible shore. In the distance, I could see a small light emitting through the wrath of the seas.
Blinking, I looked at my arm just to make sure it was a dream. And surely, it was. "Just a dream.." I repeated. I finally stepped away from the open window and headed into the hall. I cracked the door, peered out into the darkened house. Then finally stepped out of the room I was staying in and walked across the floor board. Small creaks were made, and I stopped suddenly, hoping that no one would awake. I set my eyes on the door at the other end of the hallway.
When I reached the door, I placed a hand onto the door knob and turned it to the right, pushing the door open slightly, peeking in. I was glad to see Yamcha sleeping soundly in his bed. But when I shut the door, my heart skipped a beat for some reason. -What's the matter with me?- Turning back around, I lead my way over to Yamcha's bed and sat on the edge. With a slight push, I managed to heave Yamcha to the other side and I snuggled under the sheets and laid on my back looking up at the ceiling. I sighed and replayed the dream as my eyes closed. -Just a dream.. That's all.- But for some reason, I felt uneasy about this whole 'dream'. It felt so real.
I could feel the shark bites on my arms and legs. The cold water that coiled around every curve of my body. And the ropes that sliced through my flesh, cutting off the circulation. I shivered from the thought of it and took in a deep breath. As I reclosed my eyes, I jumped a bit and looked down at my stomach where Yamcha placed his arm freely onto my abdomen. I turned to the right and smiled warmly as I saw him sound asleep, with a slight snore.
I swept a hand across his face and kissed the tip of his nose. A yawn overcame my lips as I snuggled to Yamcha's chest. Soon enough, I fell asleep within the arms of my lovers'.
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Bright light poured into the shadow window of the room. A medium sized body was laying peacfully on the bed. Sheets gently wrapped around her body as her eyes winced from the morning light. The room lit up with bright yellow, pink and purple. A small rainbow was casted across parts of the floor and wall, from a hanging crystal on the window sill. It twirled as the soft breeze shifted indoors form the open window, allowing the rainbow to cirlce the entire room like a disco ball.
One eye opened, and soon the other. Both of her bright blue eyes peered out the window and to the ocean. Soft music played in the background as she heard some sounds come from the bathroom.
"I knew I loved you, before I met you. I have been waiting all my life. I knew I loved you, before I met you.." The words continued as a warm smile overcrossed the females peach lips. "Savage Garden." She whispered as she lazily brought her body up to a sitting position.
Pale blue frizzy hair covered the top of her head and she stretched largely. Bringing her arms way up over her head, arching her back inward, somewhat. With her eyes tightly closing as she felt every muscle in her upper body stretch and pull, ready to plan for the beautiful day. But she leaned back too far and fell backwards onto the bed again.
Opening her eyes once more, she looked up at the ceiling and thought of that nightmare she had. But her thoughts eased as a voice called to her. "Good morning, Bulma." A somewhat deep voice echoed through the room. Quickly, Bulma sat up and smiled again as she saw Yamcha wave to her, with shaving cream still on the left side of his face. his dark brown hair appeared black, because of the water still trapped within the scalp and hair strands.
A towel wrapped comfortably around his waist and stopped at his knees. But his chest, stomach, and arms were exposed. Standing, Bulma stretched again and patted down her frizzy hair and walked to Yamcha, kissing him on the right side of his face, avoiding the shaving cream. "Mornin', hun." She replied.
He smiled at her, "Why'd you come into bed last night?" He questioned and returned to the bathroom to finish cleaning up. "Bad nightmare. You tied me in the ocean and left me for the sharks." She replied. Bulma walked towards the door and opened it up, peering into the bright hallway, that lit up with the suns rays. Glancing down the steps, she smelled fresh bacon, sasuage, and cinnamon rolls baking in the kitchen. The sound of the sizzle coming from the pans, made her stomach growl.
The tired woman, took slow strides down the steps and looked into the living room, which wasn't used yet. As she made her way into the kitchen, she adjusted her pajama pants, by rolling them up to where the leg part was above her heels. "Morning, mom." She said as she made her way to the table.
"Good morning dear!" Bunny exclaimed with that same cheerful expression. She turned and began to finish up the cooking. Bulma's father looked up above the newspaper he was reading and smiled a bit as he sipped his morning tea.
"Good morning, Bulma." He said setting the coffee mug down onto the table.
"Good morning, dad." She replied shifting her weight in the chair. "When's breakfast going to be ready? My stomachs starting to growl at me." Bunny made a soft laugh from the stove and tossed a few pieces of bacon, sasuage and a giant cinnamon roll onto a plate. Walking over to the table, she placed it infront of Bulma.
"Eat up!" She said, then went to fix another plate. Bulma said her thanks and began to munch happily on her breakfast. "So what do you guys want to do today?" Bunny asked from the counter, as she poured a glass of orange juice and sat down next to her family at the table.
"Well, I have to get to work on some machinery. So I won't be doing much." Mr. Briefs said not lifting his eyes from the newspaper. Bunny's expression grew a bit sad, but then she turned to her daughter with a smile.
Bulma looked up form her plate, then held up a finger as she brought a napkin up from the table and wipped her mouth. She closed her eyes, chewed and swallowed her food. "Well.. I'm not sure. Yamcha and I were thinking about going to a movie."
"Oh.." Bunny replied. "Well I guess I'll call up a few friends and we'll go strolling through town. I absolutely love this place! I wouldn't mind moving to the coast. So many cheerful people here. I could really relate to this place." Mrs. Briefs finished her breakfast and headed to the masters room to get ready for the day.
Miss Briefs (Aka: Bulma) caught a glance of Yamcha hurrying down the stairs. He lazily threw on a white T-shirt and tan trunks with a few pockets at the sides. Placed on his feet were O'Neil flip flops. -I can't stand men in flip flops..- Bulma thought smiling at Yamcha. "So what movie are we going to see?" Yamcha asked quickly.
The blue haired beauty blinked and looked at her lover. "What's the rush? It's only 11:30. We still have plenty of time to go in an hour or two." Yamcha shifted nervously in his seat and looked at the newspaper that was placed on the table. Mr. Briefs stood up, kissed his daughter on the head and left for work.
"I just.. Want to hurry with a movie. I have to meet a.. few friends later on. It's pretty important. We're going back home inland and working on some cars. I'm getting paid a fair amount for it." Yamcha replied slowly. But he looked at his gal and smiled stupidly. This smile always made Bulma giggle. And she did when he made the cheesy grin.
"Well alright." Bulma stood up and placed her plate in the sink, rinsed it off and placed it in the dishwasher. "Let me go and get ready though." She replied while walking to him. She leaned down and smiled a bit, then pressed her lips firmly onto his lips, pulling his lower lip a bit, teasingly. Then pulled away and headed up the stairs.
Busting into her room, she smiled at the fresh scent of salt breeze. "Mm.. Best vacation ever. Nothing like spending the summer on the beach." She said softly, heading towards the double doors that lead to a back porch. Opening them up, after pulling back the curtains, she stepped out and gazed at the sun bursting high in the air.
The bright blue waves rose up form the ocean, as the approached the shore, getting higher and higher. Soon reaching it's breaking point, the waves curled forward, and splashed roughly onto the white, wet sand. Children who braved the waters went in waist deep with their boogey boards and rode the waves before they crashed. High up on the crust, some of them managed to get on, they obtained high speed, rushing from the ocean and onto shore. They'd lay there for a moment, get up and head right back out towards the ocean.
One kid was close to shore and was sitting on the boogey board, with his back against the furious ocean. Trying to fix the strap around his wrist with one hand, he was unaware of a giant 6 footer which came up behind him. The water began to curl infront of him, and he was tugged underwater, flopping around and twisting. Then finally arose from the white foam, with the white substance standing on his head, like a crown.
Kids giggled on shore and he waved to his friends, signalling that he was okay. Bulma laughed a bit and retreated from the outdoors and headed to her closet. Blinking, she smiled as she gazed upon an outfit. Pulling it out of the closet, she laid it on the bed and walked over to the stereo and pressed the play button. Soft classical music emitted from the speakers. Rose's Theme from Titanic was what was playing. Normally this helped her get to sleep.
Discarding her pajama shirt, she placed her blue laced bra on and slid the bright baby blue tank-top over her upper body easily. The shirt snugged to her body sweetly, and tightly. She then removed the pajama pants and replaced blue Roxy shorts over her legs. Coiling a black belt around her waist, she picked up a small light jacket. The jacket wasn't full length. Instead, it stopped at her chest and rested there comfortably.
Waltzing towards the dresser, she switched the curling iron on and took her large brush and ran it through her knotted frizzy hair. She winced a bit as some knots were larger and stronger than others. But she managed to get them all out. And by that time, the curling iron was hot and ready.
She grabbed a bit of her hair and placed the curling iron at the end, and curled it up diagonally. She repeated this until her whole head was covered in bright shining curls. Miss Briefs ran both hands through her hair, to loosen the thick locks. Her hair shifted backwards, then came back to ir's original position and carefully was placed onto her shoulders and stopped at her chest. Smiling, she reached for her foundation and began to mix the liquidy makeup with her facial skin. Soon following was Multiplying x 20 waterproof mascara.
Finishing it off, was clear, vanilla flavored lip gloss. Her peach colored lips glistened with the small sparkles from the lip gloss. Blinking, she took one look at her hair, the rich blue thick locks flowing with her every movement. She smiled sweetly and switched the music off and walked downstairs.
Yamcha waited unpatiently at the door. He looked up and saw Bulma headed down his way, then looked back at the floor. But he took a double take at her and smiled widely at her beauty. "Ready?" Bulma asked quietly. Unable to speak, he nodded and opened the door. The two piled in the car and headed to the theater. Yamcha let down the top to the Mustang GT convertable, and Bulma smiled small as her hair happily flowed backwards in the oncoming wind.
"What movie do you want to see?" Bulma questioned as she waved to a few friends she saw from home on the sidewalk. Yamcha came to a halt at the red light and looked at the steering wheel.
"Not sure.. I was thinking of Kayleen's Massacre. But it's up to you." Bulma's love pushed on the gas peddle and drove off.
"That's fine. I don't really mind. That movie sparkes my interest a bit." Yamcha nodded and pulled into a parking spot, turning off the engine and stepping out of the car. Bulma stepped out and followed Yamcha to the theater.
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"Hmm.." A voice hummed quietly. Bulma walked on the shore of the beach, in shorts and a white T-shirt, with her bright blue and yellow bikini. Warm water came from the ocean and splashed as it collided with Bulma's ankles. She saw the pier and looked back at the house. It seemed to be just a dot now. -Didn't know I walked that far..- She thought bending down, picking up a shell.
She decided to walk to the pier and sit there for a while. When she approached it, she looked back towards her house she was staying in and sighed knowing that she'd have a long walk back. But she shrugged and climbed the stairs to the pier. Reaching the end of the giant bridge like construction, she sat down with her feet dangling at the edge.
Her eyes looked up and over the dark ocean. The sun faded now, and the bright purple clouds turned dark gray, soon black. Stars lit up the sky like small fireflies. Salty breezes came sweeping from the endless body of water and through Bulma's hair and across her body. "Yamcha's always leaving.. Always an excuse. It's like he doesn't have enough time for a relationship. Bleh.." Bulma said quietly, as her eyes traveld downward into the water below her. Small fish leaped from the water, into the air, then back under.
"Hey." An unfamiliar voice called. Bulma looked over her left shoulder and saw three men standing there in the shadows. Bulma quickly got to her feet and stood to face them. Her expression didn't really change. She was just real surprised to see that three men out of no where suddenly came up to her.
She squinted her eyes to try and make out the figures that stood before her. "What do you want." She demanded. Miss Briefs took a step forward. She wasn't the least bit scared. But when the men stepped into view, she did get a bit tense. The one in the middle stood 6'4 it seemed. He was well built with a white hat cocked off to the side. Atop his chest was a white wife beater but covered with a large jacket, and black pants on his legs.
The other two stood around 6ft. Well built and looked as if they wanted trouble. "Well, well, well, miss demand. We just wanted to have some fun. You know? Just.. Talk for a while." The one in the middle drew in closer. Bulma could see the bright green eyes that shimmered in the moon light, and the blond hair under his cap. The others circled her. In a triangle formation. -Just like my dream.. The sharks..-
Bulma swallowed hard and grew even more tense. "Right.. And what exactly do you plan to talk about?" She questioned as she came closer towards shore.
"Just a few things." The leader of the group shrugged. "We aren't looking for trouble. We just saw you here by yourself. We did put on the scare on purpose though. Haha, did we do a good job at it?" He said rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. Miss Briefs looked hard at them.
"No.. No you didn't. Better luck next time." She shoved past them and started for shore. But The other two blocked her way.
"Come on, sorry about that earlier, really. I'm Jerry." He held out his hand while looking at the blue haired beauty. "I just thought you were upset or something. So I told my buddies to come up and see if you were okay." Bulma gave in and shook his strong hand.
"Yes well.. I'm fine. Thank you." She mentioned. "Now i need to be heading back home. Yamcha is probably wait fo-" She was cut off by Jerry.
"Yamcha? So you're his gal." He mentioned a bit shocked. "Wasn't he here with you? We came from inland to visit him. But he said he couldn't come over to help with the cars because he wanted to spend time with you." Bulma's expression grew a bit worried.
"Wait, what? He told me he was going over to your place." She blinked and looked at Jerry with question.
Did he lie to me?
"Well, he certainly didn't make it. Maybe he needed time to himself?" The tall man shrugged again and looked behind him. "By the way, this is Michael, and this is Steve." They waved a bit then told Jerry that they needed to get back. "Alright, later guys." They waved and took off, jogging across the soft white sand.
Bulma was still puzzled, and she looked at the deck long and hard. "But.. He would've told me.. He tells me everything." Jerry put his hands behind his head and gazed up at the stars.
"Well.. Maybe he didn't want you to worry." He mentioned. That does make sense, Bulma though. But he would've told me. I wouldn't have said no.
"Maybe.." She muttered. Miss Briefs began to walk along the deck, starting for home.
"Hey, uh.. Let me walk you home. It's a little dark outside, and there's a lot of whacko's out this late." Jerry suggested catching up to Bulma.
"Sure, I guess." Together they walked. Silence overcame both of them as the walked. The only sound that was made was the sound of the ocean waves, and breeze that whistled throughout their ears. The temperature decreased dramatically and Bulma felt her skin begin to prickle.
"A bit cold out here, eh?" Jerry finally said, breaking the silence.
"Yeah.. I'm getting the goosebumps all over my skin." Miss Briefs exclaimed.
"Well.. Here." The tall man discarded his jacket and placed it around Bulma's shoulders. The jacket was so large, that it hung down to her knees. A small smile crept onto Bulma's face as she snuggled into the jacket.
"Thank you." Jerry nodded and inhaled deeply.
"So.. Where do you live? It's an awful long way from the pier. Did you walk all this way out?" Jerry stretched his arms up and over his head.
"Yeah, I walked. I just needed to think for a while. And my parents are gone. They went to a place called Fort Takish. We're just on vacation here. We head back home at the end of summer." Bulma replied as she kicked a shell in front of her.
"I see, I see. Well, where are you guys originally from? Sorry if I'm asking so many questions. I just like to get to know people. Just tell me if I'm talking too much." A low chuckle came from his lips as he looked at the ground with his face reddening.
"No, no, you're fine. Well, we're from inland. Not too far from where you guys live. We're a bit more east, in the city." For a moment she stopped talking, knowing she was forgetting something. Then she shook her head full of bright blue locks and smiled a bit embarrassed. "Oh, Sorry, you introduced yourself and I suppose I should give you my name. Bulma Briefs."
Jerry nodded. "Yeah, Yamcha never stops talking about you. I knew your name was Bulma, but I didn't think that you were the daughter of Dr. Briefs." Bulma grew a bit red in the face again.
"Yes.. Well I am. I don't brag about it though. Unless I'm trying to make someone jealous. But that doesn't happen often." She laughed a bit and blinked as she looked at him. "Well, where do you live? And what is your job?" Miss Bulma questioned.
"Oh.. I live here on the coast, pretty close to the peir. Actually, that's it right there." He pointed to a large white house. It was gated in with steel bars, and the house stood around four stories high. Fountains emitted on the back porch as flowers wrapped around the top of the gates. Bulma couldn't see much, but she had a feeling that the house was huge. "And I work with my father at sometimes.. But my main job is managing a swim suit store. Almost like a surf shop. You should come check it out sometime."
I like him, Bulma thought. He's sweet and kind hearted. And isn't afraid to show his true self just to talk with someone new. And his looks are great! "I see, well I'll check it out sometime later." She replied.
"Sounds good." He said. Then he lifted his head to the left and his bright green eyes caught the image of a beach house right on the water. His left eye twitched a bit and he smiled calmly. "Hey, want to go check out that beach house? Looks pretty cool and spooky." His arm pointed to the house.
Bulma hesitated for a moment as she looked at the eerie home. "It looks deserted.. You think it's safe?" He replied backing up a bit. Jerry grabbed her arm and smiled.
"Of course! I've been in there a few times before. It's real neat. Except there's no electricity. But there's a flashlight in the kitchen. Come on!" Tugging her along, they jogged to the house.
"Jerry, I really need to get home." Bulma stopped a few yards before the house. This abandoned house stood on rotted stilts. The windows were rotted out, and pieces of the window were on the white soft sand. Tide was coming in, so it looked as if the back of the house was floating atop water. Miss Briefs was unsure about going in, but Jerry reassured her that it was safe.
"Come on! It'll be fun. I can garuntee that the house is safe. I even threw a party in there before. Nothing to be scared of." Swallowing hard, she regrabbed Jerry's hand and squeezed it tight as they headed to the steps.
The stairs up to the door were old and creaky. "Watch your step," Jerry warned. "Some of the steps are rotted out. You could fall straight through." Bulma followed his every step. Soon enough, they were on the back porch and the blue haired beauty could see how high the water was to the deck.
Jerry released Bulma's hand as he tugged at the sliding glass door. At first, the rusted door wouldn't budge, but soon it opened and welcomed the two to the giant beach house. When they stepped in, Bulma blinked a few times trying to adjust her blue eyes to the sudden darkness. "Wait here," Jerry said disappearing into the darkness. "I'll go get the flashlight."
"O-okay." Bulma saw how quickly Jerry disappeared in the darkness. She looked around and the hairs on her neck began to stand up. "J-Jerry, you got it?" She questioned.
No answer.
"Jerry?" She repeated. Slowly, she took a few steps deeper into the house. The floor boards creaked under her feet. "Jerry, where are you?" Tugging the giant jacket around her small body, Bulma flipped some of her hair out of her face and bit her lower lip as she walked around. "Jerry, this isn't funny!" She said louder. Then her foot collided with something hard. She blinked and bent down, felling the object.
A couch. Bulma thought as she placed her right knee atop the cushions. But she became full of alarm as something coiled around her waist. "J-Jerry, what're you doing?" She asked somewhat frightened. The strong large hands moved down to her lower abdomen and tugged slightly at her shorts. The person pulled her to his stomach from behind.
"Just thought I'd.. Have a bit of fun with you. That's all. It's nothing to be worried about." Bulma quickly turned a one-eighty, but her face was at the top of his chest and close to his neck. He pulled her more into him and she started to push him away by placing her hands onto his chest.
"You need to stop, Jerry. I need to get home. Yamcha might be waiting for me." He relased her and laughed a bit as he playfully pushed her.
"I was only kidding." Shoving his hands into his jean pockets he stepped back. Bulma felt her heart beat quicken.
"I need to get home." She said again. Jerry shrugged and nodded.
"Alright, I'll walk you." Jerry said as the two headed out the door. The cold air grew more icy.
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"Thanks, Jerry." Bulma said smiling up to him as they reached her front step. "That was quite an experience. Hope to see you tomorrow." She was about to close the door until Jerry grasped her shoulder and pulled her back.
"Mind if I have my jacket back?" He questioned. Bulma reddened in the face and nodded as she gave the jacket back to him.
"Sorry. Well, good-night." She smiled again and disappeared behind the door.
"'Night." He said a bit late, then headed around the corner, to his house.
To Bulma's surprise, the house was dark. She couldn't see a thing. "Hello?" She called as she made her way into the kitchen. "Anyone home?" Blinking, she switched the light on. Sighing, she set her things down and saw a note on the fridge.
'We'll be back in a few days. Your father and I need to talk and spend time together! I hope you aren't disappointed, lovey. We'll be back soon! Love you and behave,
Love,
Mom and Dad.'
"Hmm.. Okay then." She said tossing the note into the trashcan. "Well.. Where's Yamcha?" She asked softly to herself. "Yamcha, you there!" She shouted into the house. "Must still be out." She glanced at the clock which read 10:47pm. "Oh well, maybe I'll head into town."
Out the door she went. Gliding down Main Street with a normal expression. She saw a few parties going on and laughed a bit at some of the people's idiocy. "Bulma! Bulma!" Someone called.
She turned around and saw an on coming gal and two men. "Hey!" Michelle called. "What's up? I didn't know you were here on the coast." Michelle was a beautiful woman. Long straight brown hair covered her head as her dark hazel eyes glittered in the street lights. She was like a darker version of Bulma, but a little heavier.
"Yeah, we're on vacation." Bulma replied. "Hey Ross. Hey Buddy." She waved and gave everyone a hug. "What brings you guys here?"
"Well, we're on vacation too! Where's Yamcha?" Michelle questioned.
"I don't know. He told me he was going to Jerry's house to work, but then he told me that Yamcha was spending time with me. I don't get it." She shrugged.
"Oh.. Well he'll show up." Buddy reassured her.
"Yeah, the liar will come around." Ross said with a grin.
"Very funny." Bulma said sarcastically.
"Well, how many times has he cheated on you? Three, four times now? I don't understand why you're with him. Why not go out with me?" Ross shrugged. Ross was always the one to joke and kid around. He was tall, lean and those blue eyes were so bright, that they were impossible to miss. Black hair laid on his scalp and he held the same stupid grin that Yamcha always put on.
Ross was right. Yamcha did mess around with other gals. And this actually made Bulma suspicious. "Well, Ross. I could go with you. Only problem is, is that you have no sense of humor. And you've got no balls when it comes to protecting and fighting." Bulma cracked. Everyone laughed and Ross' face lit up with embarrassment.
"Take it easy now." Ross said with a flash of irritation.
"Hey!" Another called. Bulma again, turned around and saw Jerry walk up to her. "I thought you were going inside?" He said, bewildered.
"Oh, well no one was home so I decided to take a walk through the place. And I bump into Ross, Michelle and Buddy." Miss Briefs looekd to them and back to Jerry.
"I see. Well, I'm Jerry. Yamcha's friend." He shook hands with everyone and backed up. "What're you guys have planned for the night? We could go over to my friends house. He's throwing a part-" Jerry was cut off, as he shockingly looked at the man behind Bulma.
"There you are, you idiot! I've been looking all over for you!" The deep voice growled furiously. "You didn't tell me you were leaving."
Bulma rolled her eyes and looked behind her. Placing her hands onto her hips, the Briefs daughter arched a brow and sighed heavily. "Great.. My summer's ruined by a careless beast.." She mumbled. This man heard her comment and huffed, as his arms crossed over his strong chest. "Vegeta.. Look, I'm on vacation. What in the world do you want?"
"He flew." Jerry said blinking, jaw dropping at the sight of this person.
A smirk over-ran the Princes' lips, but soon faded as he peered at Bulma. "I need you back at the house, you baka. The machine broke again. And I demand that you fix it."
"Umm.. No? Vegeta, I'm on vacation. I can't take care of you every second of my life! you're a saiyan. A grown man, you can wait it out!" She yelled furious.
"I also came to tell you that your little boyfriend over there is having a great time with another female." A chuckle came through, and Bulma's eyes widened.
Everyone remained silent, unaware who the stanger is. "He's what?" Blinking, the blue haired beauty looked down and fought the tears. Vegeta laughed, seeing her in pain was pure comedy to him.
"You heard me. He's under the pier. It's impossible for him to keep that ki of his low when he gets 'excited'." Bulma turned around in rage and stormed off into the beach. Loudly stomping through the sand she passed between two houses. Vegeta followed her smiling uncontrolably as well as the others.
When the pier came into view, Bulma saw two figure under it. Her furry grew inside of her. Her fists clenched tightly together at her sides. "Err.. That fucking bastard.." She kicked at the sand and drew closer to them. Sure enough, Yamcha was laying ontop a blond gal, kissing her from her neck down to her stomach. What made her more furious was that both of them were in their bathing suits.
Bulma surprised Yamch when she grabbed him by the ear and stared into his eyes hard, both angered and furious. "Yamcha you fucking man whore! How the hell could you go and do this? Are you fucking retarded!" She insulted him. Everyone watched in silence as the Briefs daughter insulted her boyfriend.
Her eyes shifted to the blond who's breasts were almost exposed. They look fake, Bulma thought. She looked at her and growled loudly. "And you fucking slut, put your fake tits back in that bathing suit and head on home!" But the woman stood up grinning widely.
"What's wrong? Jealous?" The pleasure of seeing Bulma angered got the blue haired woman even more furious. Running her left hand through her long thick locks of curls she growled and stepped towards the woman.
"You're nothing but a ho." Bulma said quietly drawing closer to her. "And no.. I'm not jealous. Why would I be jealous? Everything on you is fake. I can tell you ugly little whore." The blond stood there, still grinning. She lifted her right arm and launched it towards Bulma's cheek.
But Bulma growled and caught her oncoming attack. Twisting her wrist counter-clockwise, Bulma placed her face inches away form her foes. "You stupid bitch." Then rammed her left knee into the gut of the woman. grasping her left arm, Bulma took her right hand and held it firmly onto the woman's wrist. Pulling her left hand down a bit on the arm of the blond's, she sharply twisted her wrist all the way around, smiling as she heard a crack in her bone.
She let go and watched the woman fall to her knees sobbing loudly as she held her arm. "You pathetic bitch! Don't be jealous of something you don't have!" Bulma closed her eyes still infurriated and clenched her right fist, pulled it back and launched it into the womans face.
"Shut up, you little tramp." With that said, Bulma turned on her heel and walked off. Stopping at Vegeta, she snorted and rammed her fist into his stomach. Smirked as she saw a very little hurt in his expression. Then he grew angered, but Bulma ignored this and clenched her left hand onto Yamchas shoulder and yanked him to follow her.
And he did. But as they drew closer to the house, Bulma's nails were digging into his flesh. "You fucking bastard!" She yelled, pushing him onto the couch inside. "I give you so many chances and you've ruined them all! That's it! No more! no more sorry's, no more 'can I please come back'! I'm through!" Placing her hands atop her head she scowled at him and paced back and forth. "You unimaginable bastard.. I fucking hate men like you."
"B-Bulma, wait it's not what you think she came on to me!" Yamcha said in defense.
"Bullshit! That's why you were fucking kissing her all over her chest and stomach, right!" Bulma slapped him across the face and repeated this twice more. "You know what? Go back to that whining whore! You're a man whore, so go do what you do best!" She lifted a glass pitcher of red wine and threw it at him, watching it smack him in the arm. "Get the fuck out.."
"Bulma, I can't live without you.." Yamcha said quietly as he grasped his arm.
"Get out, now." She demanded.
"No." He replied.
"Yamcha, get out!" She began to throw random things at him. But he ignored it and stood up from the couch.
"I said no." He said flatly. There was a hint of anger in his voice. As well as his eyes. Bulma's anger eased a bit, to more of a frightened expression. She backed up a bit but he stepped forward. "If I can't have you, no one can. Not that Jerry guy, no one." His frown grew larger.
"Yamcha, get out." She said again. Bulma backed into a wall and looked at him scared. Then a devilish grin came over his lips. -No.. That grin..- She thought remembering her dream. Yamcha shook his head and smiled again as he saw her up against the wall.
"Kinky.. You mad and backed against a wall.." He whispered placing his arms around her waist and presseing his abdomen against hers. Miss Bulma's expression grew furious again as she pounded against his chest.
"Let me go!" She demanded, but he didn't budge. Instead, he leaned in and glided his tongue across her soft, dry neck. Then moved his lips up to hers and pressed them firmly against her dry lips. Angered, Bulma bit down onto his lower lip and pushed passed him as he held his mouth. "Leave me alone, you sick monster."
"Heh.. I recall you having a nightmare of me leaving you tied up in the sea while the sharks came and ate you up?" He replied changing the subject. Bulma swallowed hard and dashed towards the door. But like light, he was infront of her. Wiping the blood off of his lips he grasped her shoulder and drug her out of the house.
"Yamcha, let me go!" Bulma thrashed around wildly trying to escape his grasp. When he pulled her to shore, everyone was gone. No one in sight. "Stop this now!" Bulma screamed at the top of her lungs. But it was too late, a few minutes she was tied to a wooden steak and her nightmare was replaying. That devilish grin ran across his lips.
"Hope the sharks enjoy their meal." He replied sickly. Reaching into his pocket he pulled the same pocket knife as in the dream. Pulling his arm back, he left it fall freely towards Bulma's shoulder. But before any move was made, A bright light came though and collided with Yamcha's hand. Burning him to where he dropped the knife. Bulma on the other hand, was trembling in the cold water with her eyes closed. Tide was moving in and her head was barely above the waves.
Another bright light came and shot Yamcha in the face. He yelped and grabbed his face cursing under his breath. Water came up above Bulma's head now. She inhaled a deep breath of air and held it as she was burried under the cold, mind numbing waters. She felt a few fish swim by, the slimey scales brushing up against her skin. She opened her eyes, and although it burned to look in the deep salty sea, she saw Yamcha's figure moving back and forth in the water.
A minute went by and Bulma let out all the air she had, her eyes tightly closed and she wriggled around roughly trying to break through the ropes. But just as in her dream, the coils of rope dug into her skin making it impossible to move. Second by second, her heart beat slowed down. -This is it, I'm done for..- Then soon she blacked out in the misty waters..
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A/n: Well, that's a long chapter. Lol. What's happened to Bulma? Will she survive? Or is this another one of her nightmares..? Well go on to chapter two to find out.