A/N: Alright everyone! I'm here with another story. This will have two parts! Yay! This is an A/U story, and maybe a little OOC. Maybe. Depends. Who knows? Just read.
Summary: High School had just ended, feeling forced into being sent into a college she did not want to attend. rebelling against her father she starts to date a mysterious 20 year old. She did everything her father told her not to do. She even fell in love. But when does teenage love ever last forever?
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The One That Got Away :: Part One :: Hello and Goodbye
Bulma's POV:
It was a Friday night, one week after graduation. Her best friend Goku had hosted a drinking party to celebrate. Everyone was there, including her best friends Chi and Juu. Even her ex was there, Yamcha. But no. Not me, I was not allowedto go. My father had forbid me from the party. Like hell I wasn't going to go.
This was it, my last summer with my friends before I had to leave. Leave for years to go to a school that I fought tooth and nail with my father for me not to attend. He told me it was for the better, I told him to stop trying to live my life through his. I am almost eighteen. My birthday is in a few weeks. He had no right to tell me what to do anymore.
The threats of cutting off money, I got my own damn job at a local vets office.
The threat of not buying me my first car, I fucking bought my first car.
The threat of kicking me out of the house, I had a car to sleep in.
Looking at my mirror, I was finishing up my make-up. Nice bold black eyeliner, mascara, and a dark silver shade of eye shadow turning black in the corners of my eyelids. I never wore lipstick, too sticky and tasted nasty.
Everyone had high expectations of me growing up as a rich kid. Expecting me to be a snooty rich bitch, or a prissy whore. Fuck them. I liked to rebel, I liked to party, I loved to drink.
Licking my lips just thinking of the vodka mix with orange soda. My favorite.
Brushing my hair, making sure it was nice and wavy, great for headbanging. Winking at myself satisfied with the way I looked, A tight Slipknot tank top, slits cut on the sides showing my crimson red tank top that was underneath, black slimcut Tripp pants, no chains. And of course my leather Harley Davidson boots.
And a splash of crimson red nail polish added to the look. Oh yeah I was ready to party.
It was around 9:30 p.m.
Not caring if my parents were asleep or not, what the fuck could they do to me now? Guilt tripping me into going to the stupid college that I don't even need to attend. I'm most likely smarted then the teachers there.
I actually just wanted to stay here, with my friends. Staying at my job, working my way up the scale. I loved animals, and I loved working at the front desk. But I would love even more to become a vet, the colleges around here held classes for that.
Biting my lip, I opened up my bedroom window, it was on the thrid story. My father had removed the latter and hid it from me. Psh, like not having a ladder had ever stopped me from doing what I wanted.
I climbed down, using the grips from my boots to keep my feet from sliding out from under me, I slowly went down grabbing window sill, by window sill. Until my feet touched the grass.
Smirking to myself, I checked my cell phone to see that Juu had texted me.
Wtf Sin? Where are you? Hurry up before Goku's cousin drinks all your fucking vodka.
My smirk fell from my face, if I would have known that, I would have taken some of my parents vodka. They don't need it.
Sin was what everyone who really knew who I was, called me. Because thats just what I loved to do. Sin.
Unlocking my Kia doors, I sat down in the front seat and put my key in, then starting it up. I got out my phone and started to text Juu back.
Did not know Goku HAD a cousin. But I just got in my car, be there in ten. Or so. Fucking grab my vodka away from the dildo. That's my vodka not his.
Smirking once more I pulled out of my driveway and headed towards Goku's house. Not giving a shit if my father heard my car or not.
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Parking in Goku's crowded driveway, I got out and locked my doors. Putting my one key in between my bra and my breast, never ever carrying a purse. I headed inside the house where I could hear the loud music booming, making the house shake.
Once opening the front door and entering the house, people greeted me with 'heys' and 'whats up' I just waved or gave them a look like 'yeah this a party what do you think is up'.
"SHOTS! SHOTS! SHOTS!" I heard Chi screaming over he music, she was in the kitchen. Making my way over I spotted Yamcha on the couch passed out with sharpie written all over his face.
I grinned at the sight. Fucking loser.
Turning my head towards the kitchen, I saw Goku sitting down at the table taking shot after shot, along with this guy with a flame-like hair, his back towards me, sitting across from Goku at the table.
They were of course having a drinking contest. Chi and Krillen were on Goku's side cheering on Goku. Juu was in the middle, keeping count of the shots that were downed so quickly.
Walking over to everyone, I sat down at the table sitting next to both of the boys. "What number are they at Juu?" I asked looking at my best friend's face.
"Only three each they just started." She stated. The boys paused with their contest. Goku knew what was coming.
"I'm in." I said while grabbing three shot glasses, not caring what the drink was and downing them quickly.
"Woman, you can't beat me." The dude with the flame hair suddenly spoke. My head turned towards him, "Oh yeah? Bring it bitch." I smirked and grabbed three more shot glasses. "Unlike Goku here, I can handle my liquor." I downed the three shots with ease.
"I'm out. She's insane. I'd rather go start the bawn fire Chi." Goku said while laughing and coughing. What a nice mixture.
"Nice Woman, you ruined the moment I had to beat my idiot cousin at the game." The flame haired man spoke with anger, he stood up and followed Goku outside of the house.
Juu walked over to me and gave me a hug, "He drank your vodka." She pointed at the flame haired man's back.
That mother fucker.
"What the fuck did you do?" I yelled running after my group of friends. I walked in front of the flamed haired guy.
"You drank my vodka!" I said in a low whisper.
"Yeah, it fucking burned going down." He growled back and pushed me aside.
"Just what the fuck dude? I came here to have a good time! You owe me vodka!" I cried out, I could not loosen up if I did not have my drink, my lovely drink.
"Fine, lets go." He said grabbing my arm. Pulling me towards the kitchen.
"Wait, theres more in the kitchen?" I was confused.
"Yeah, now come on, time to give the baby her bottle." He chuckled.
"My name is Bulma." I said suddenly. He turned to look at me, his eyes were dark as coal. He had olive tanned skin, he was wearing a leather biker jacket with a tight black tank top underneath. He was the nicest piece of ass that I have seen in a long time.
"Vegeta. Now Woman," he started to pull on my arm again, "the vodka is on top on the fridge. Orange soda in the fridge behind the milk. Juu hid it for you. She also told me that is what you would be looking for."
My face hurt from smiling so much. Letting out a squel of delight, I hugged Vegeta's neck. "Thank you!" I then licked my lips and kissed his lips.
His body tensed up, and I stopped. "What? It was just a thank you kiss. Get over it." Walking over to the fridge grabbing the two bottles of liquid. Humming a song I didn't know the lyrics to I made my way over to the counter and mixed the two liquids together with some ice in a red solo cup.
Taking a swig of my drink, I turned around to see that Vegeta was still standing there, with his arms crossed, smirking at me.
"Fucking take a picture and jerk off to it already jackass, leave me alone to my drink. And then the world will know peace." I snapped. Downing the rest of my cup, taking a deep breath letting the cool air tickle my burning throat. I loved the burn.
"Like I would even get a fucking boner from your hideous face." He stated as he walked over to me and just poured the rest of my vodka into a very large beer mug he grabbed from inside the counter.
"That's mine!" I screeched, this was not going to be a good night.
"Not anymore, you talk too much." Vegeta growled out before taking a few swigs of the vodka. My vodka.
He let out a sigh, guessing he was trying to soothe the burning in his throat like I was a few moments ago.
"Burns doesn't it?" I laughed. "I can handle it." He slurred a bit.
"I love the burn," I whispered moving closer to him.
"I bet you do." He whispered back, his lips grazing mine.
Alcohol must have been kicking in at full swing at that moment, our lips crashed. He grabbed my waist and turned my body so I was against the counter. His wet tounge teased my lips, as his hands traveled up my back, scratching and rubbing. Letting out a moan his tounge entered my mouth, I pushed myself up higher on the counter, wrapping my legs around his body.
He let out a moan in my mouth, as we stopped kissing to catch our breaths.
I was laughing, licking my lips tasting him. "You're a very good kisser Veggie."
He just grunted and picked me up and carried me into the hallway and up the stairs, he found the guest room as I kissed his neck, licking to taste his sweat. He held me with one arm and opened the door to the other, carrying me inside, he then shut the door and locked it with a key.
Our mouths crashed once more, his fingers ran through my hair. My hands were on his neck, as I walked backwards and fell onto the bed he fell on top of me.
Feeling myself smile, I ran my fingers through his thick hair, "Sorry to be a cock block, but I'm not one for one-night stands. I just love to kiss."
"Hmph, you better not. I don't lower myself to whores." He grumbled, kissing my lips once more.
"Oh yeah," kissing him again, "well then what were you planning on doing up here?" I poked his side, letting out a giggle.
"Goku had already warned me not to sleep with anyone here, not in his house at least. I just wanted to get away from that music." He said annoyed. His hand rubbed his forehead, and I now noticed his eyes were bloodshot. Guy had too much drink.
We stopped kissing each other's lips and just held each other, enjoying the privacy.
My mind started to wander as this man I just met a few hours ago was now beginning to snore out loud. He was actually kind of cute when he wasn't so grumpy.
Wrapping my arm around his waist I snuggled into his chest. My eyes grew heavy and soon the room went black.
One Week Later.
My birthday was next Thursday, and I couldn't wait. Turning eighteen meant so much. Yeah I already did whatever the fuck I wanted, but now I was going to be officially legal. Except for the alcohol, but I had Vegeta for that now. He was turning twenty-one in a month, so it was all good.
I started to think about the past week;
Besides the awkward morning of last week's party, things have gone pretty nice between Vegeta and I, we hung around a lot. And he went everywhere I went.
And I was starting to grow feelings for the dude, but I didn't want to rush anything. It was only a week of knowing the guy. I don't want to be a whore and throw myself on him, as much as I wanted to do so anyways.
He drove me everywhere, not wanting to use my hunk of shit car, the jerk. But whenever I offered him gas money he would never take it.
He even dropped me off at my work this week and picked me up and treated me to ice cream. Tonight though, he was going to watch The Dark Knight Rises with me. Having a rich family does pay off once in awhile, like owning a copy of the actual film while its playing in theatres.
After last week's party he even came back to my house and met my dad and shook his hand. Talked about how he graduated military school, how he had a marine base camp in the next town over and how he had a break for a month or so before he was deployed out to Egypt.
My dad was impressed by Vegeta, it was clear as day written on his face how much he liked him. Vegeta had smart-ass remarks to say to me or our friends, but not my parents. He was always polite and serious when it came to my dad.
It was so weird, since I wasn't even like that with my own father. Vegeta also mentioned how he had a strict up bringing, so it was just natural for him to be like that.
My mother loved Vegeta and swarmed over him anytime he came over.
My dad even mentioned giving him a job as a body guard around Capsule Corp when he was finished with the marines.
It felt odd to feel some what saddened by Vegeta's answer. He still had four more years to go, then he could return. For good.
My parents asked about his parents, and Vegeta had told them that they passed away in a plane crash not too long ago and that he had no family except for Goku and Goku's parents.
My dad then offered him a place to stay, a home away from base camp sort of thing.
I freaked out, my dad never wanted a man I brought home to stay, normally he would threaten to beat the shit out of them until they left the house or the property.
But then again, I did always bring home the dirt bags to piss him off.
Vegeta took up on his offer oddly enough and offered to pay rent until his days were up till he had to return. My dad declined his offer and made a joke or two, then had given Vegeta a tour of the place while I just walked away from my family and wandered into my room for some much needed rest.
After all that, Vegeta has a room right next to mine, of course he comes into my room at night were we would have our make-out sessions. Never going any further then that. He was surprised when I told him I was a virgin still, he was too of course since no women were allowed at his base camp or at his school. And he wasn't into cheap prostitutes.
He had told me last night that he wanted a family, he wanted to live to protect his own family. He didn't like to be alone.
I told him that I did not even think of the future, I didn't care. That I was being sent away soon to a school that I already hated.
He then told me to stop being a brat, my father wanted what was best for me, that I was lucky to have a father who cared. And to stop rebelling so much.
It really hurt my feelings, but I didn't let him know that. Fucker.
Snapping back into reality, I walked around the grocery store, picking up snacks for tonight. I knew Vegeta loved ice cream and Doritos chips. He also liked orange soda like me.
Pushing my cart full of snacks, I walked over to the checkout line, and cashed out. Grabbing the four bags of goodies I made my way outside where Vegeta was waiting for me in his Mustang. Just in time.
Smirking as he popped the trunk for me, I put the bags inside. then slammed the trunk shut. Walking over to the passenger side door, I opened it and sat down inside. Vegeta had lowered his radio.
"Woman, what took you so long?" he growled out, pulling out of the parking lot.
"My name is Sin, Vegeta, not woman. And you just arrived as I was at the checkout line I saw you pull up, so shut it." I mumbled out.
"Cut the shit, your name is not Sin. I will not call you that." He gritted his teeth. He really hated that name. Oh well.
And with that being said, the dirve home was silent, he helped me carry in the bags into my room. As we started the movie, laying on my bed. I kissed his lips again. He sighed and kissed my forehead. I let out a giggle as he smirked.
Turning our attention back to the movie, enjoying each other's company and silently munching on the snacks, it was once again a great night without me pulling any stunts.
Maybe this Vegeta guy is actually calming me down, maybe he's good for me.
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Next Thursday
I was so wrong. So so so so wrong.
Vegeta, good for me? The fucking dude talked me into getting a tattoo with him! He said it was my birthday present from him. I couldn't fucking resist his deadly charm.
We got fucking Batman symbols. The same size, same color. We both got it on backs. Close to our left shoulders. What the fuck was I thinking?
I didn't even like Batman that much! He loved Batman, and all of the movies comics, and so forth.
On the way home from tattoo shop I held back tears, but then I didn't want Vegeta to notice I was upset, so I just thought about how angry my father would be when he found out. Oh he would be livid.
...?
Once again, I was so wrong. So so so so wrong.
My dad loves the tattoo. Of course he can't see it yet because its wrapped up, but we took pictures once the artist finished on Vegeta's phone.
Who the fuck knew that my dad was a fan of Batman? He even was trying to talk my mother into getting matching Batman symbols.
Vegeta's starting trends in my family. On my birthday, what the fuck.
Goku, Chi and Juu had come over to have some cake with us.
They dropped off some presents, and Vegeta kept bragging about the fucking tattoo. The jerk. But when my mom brought out the cake with candles on it, and everyone started to sing, Vegeta came up from behind me and wrapped his arms around me. Pulling me into his chest. He didn't sing but he kissed my neck.
I sighed, he was just to hard to resist. Leaning my head upon his shoulder, I kissed the side of his face.
Then when the time came I blew out the candles, all at once.
"What was your wish woman?" He whispered into my ear.
My heart sank, knowing Vegeta had only a a week and a few days left.
"For you to stay." I whispered back slowly.
He let go of me and walked away, walking outside to were Goku was. They started to talk amongst themselves. I just ignored them, my eyes started to tear. Of course he didn't care. Why would he? We actually were not dating. Yet. So why would he stay for a girl he just met.
He wouldn't. And it hurt. Forcing my feelings back, I tried to have a good times for the rest of the night. Key word, tried.
But my mind kept drifting off to Vegeta, and how I got butterflies every time I saw his face.
Bastard.
Eventually it was passed midnight, and everyone had left, my parents had gone to bed. And I was in my room, laying on my side to prevent the pain from my new tattoo on my back.
I heard my door open and close. Footsteps on the carpet creeped closer.
My bed springs cried when Vegeta had crawled onto the opposite side of me. He wrapped his arm gently around my waist and kissed my neck.
"Bulma." He whispered in my ear. I shivered, it was the first time he said my real name.
Turing over onto my other side, careful not wanting any pain. "What is it Vegeta?" I said with a yawn. I was pretty tired.
His and brushed the stray hairs out of my face, he kissed my forehead then my lips.
"I'm leaving tomorrow." He said simply.
My heart felt like it was torn. I couldn't breathe, my eyes started to burn. I thought... I thought he had more time left.
"Why?" I let out a soft sob. I haven't cried in ages, months. But now here I was crying over a guy I met two weeks ago.
"Don't cry," he kissed my forehead again,"I'm leaving early so I can come back early. I told Goku to watch over you and protect you while I'm gone."
My body shook with sobs, my whole world was crumbling. My walls were finally broken down by a man, who I cared for. And now I was being crushed. I knew this was going to happen. I shouldn't have let it happen to begin with.
"But you have four years left Vegeta, that's such a long time. I'll be twenty-two when you get out." I cried harder. His arm tightened around my waist.
"With breaks, but If I don't take any breaks. I can leave sooner, maybe within two and a half years. Maybe I'll be done when your actually legal to drink. And you can buy your own vodka." He smirked. I didn't see what was so funny. Nothing about this was funny.
I was at the point were I couldn't hear anything that he was saying anymore. I was sobbing so hard my whole body hurt from shaking. My head hurt, my eyes hurt my chest hurt from heaving. What if something were to happen to him? What if he didn't come back?
He kissed my forehead and held me until I passed out in his arms from crying.
When I awoke the next morning, he wasn't there. He packed up everything and left. No note, no nothing. My parents said he lef around four in the morning or so, at least thats when they heard his car start. I was broken hearted. I fell in love with a man.
Who couldn't even say goodbye.
Fuck you Vegeta, you asshole.
Goodbye to you too.
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A/N: So there will be one more part to this, Sorry if it seemed rushed or whatever, sorry for any spelling errors, or just plain sorry if you did not like it.
Well its really late for me, and I'm really tired. So reviews would be nice!
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Alrighty well. Thanks guys, andddddddddddd
Until Next Time!
(Which will be soon, I promise!)
-LunarSinner