>>I don't own any of the characters.
All the characters have a past that binds them together. some died, some lived. some remember, some don't. some are together, some are alone. in this story the people who are still alive will come together, but if they will remember?
Lover I don't have to love
Chapter one
"Hey darling." A black and blue haired chick said to a blond one. The blonde, 18, kissed the other, Bulma, softly on the mouth.
"Hey, how are you?" they grabbed hands and walked to school.
"I had the strangest dream; I was pregnant and sitting in the back of a bus." Bulma remembered her dream vividly, she had still been asleep 20 minutes ago. Her hair was still wet from her quick shower.
"How can you be pr... oh, sorry. I read once that when you dream you're pregnant, you're bound to meet changes, as well as being in a bus. That means you're up for some changes." Bulma shrugged, she really couldn't care. She liked how things were now.
"I guess, so how have you been?" she said taking her mind of off the subject.
"I'm okay." They were silent the rest of the two mile walk to school. Enjoying each other company.
As they arrived at school they parted whit a French kiss.
"Bye sexy, I'll see you at lunch." 18 whispered in Bulma's ear. In response she smacked 18's ass making the blonde girl jump slightly. Bulma turned left and 18 right. Walking in the hallway and taking in her surroundings she noticed a strange tingle. She couldn't quite detect what it was though. She decided to ignore it and smoke a cigarette, after she looked at her watch and seeing she had some time left. She quickly walked outside and lit one. Breathing in the poisoned air she saw some 'new' kids trying to smoke, silently she laughed at them, it looked like shit. Then she saw it, him, the tingle. Jack. No... That was impossible, Jack was dead. It probably was somebody new, who looked a bloody lot like him. She kept looking at him though. When he noticed this and looked up she looked away. With her mind in the past she forgot about the time. Until she looked at her watch.
"FUCK!" she ran inside, late.
"Bulma Briefs, late again. This must end soon dear, or you will be expelled for at least three days. But I trust you know that." A woman covered in wool said to a young woman clad in black.
"Yeah, I know."
"Alright, here is your slip, now hurry on!" The woman didn't have to say that again. Bulma had left as soon as the slip was in her hand. Running down the halls she was exactly twenty minutes late. When she opened the door of her class she groaned. There were only places left in front of the class. She slumped down in one of them after she gave the teacher her slip. Before she closed her eyes to sleep some more she looked around. She noticed that the new kid was sitting next to her. He still looked familiar. Then she slowly dozed off.
"Miss Bulma Lynch! First you come in late and then you fall asleep? Are you so desperate to be expelled?
"Mmmh? Oh, no. I'm not really."
"Oh.. then.. well, please pay more attention. Would you?" Bulma snickered. After about ten minutes her attention was raised again when the teachers' voice came to close for her liking.
"Young sir… are you new? Yes, goodness, I forgot all about you, please, introduce." Bulma opened her eyes and looked next to her, knowing that the teacher had addressed the person next to her.
"Vegeta, 18." The boy said gruffly. Bulma sneered.
"Care to elaborate?" the teacher said.
"No." Came Vegeta's short reply leaving the teacher lost for words, again.
"Can I ask a question? What's your problem with 18?" Bulma said, not fully getting the point that he probably was referring to his age.
"I have no problem with 18, except that it's my age." Vegeta answered her. Bulma blushed, stupid mistake.
"Oh, sorry." Soon Bulma fell asleep again.
"Miss Lynch, would you please pay attention while you're sitting here? If you're not going to participate then you might as well leave." The teacher said to Bulma after she had fallen asleep, again. Bulma shrugged and packed her bag. She wasn't feeling like attending to class anyway.
"Okay, shall I return on a later time?" She asked. The woman in front of the class just frowned.
"Bulma, take this and give it to Mrs. Black. Tell her why." Bulma nodded and walked out of the class, again. This was the third time this week, and it was only Tuesday.
"This is gonna be one hell of a week." She muttered to herself as she was walking towards Mrs. Black's office. Walking down the hall she saw pictures of girls and boys smiling happily. There also was a picture of her and 18. They didn't smile they just stared into the lens. Hoping that it soon would end, it hadn't.
"Ah, Bulma Lynch. How are you today? Oh wait you already answered that question this morning. I don't want to see you here again Miss. You do know that five slips means detention." Bulma hadn't even entered the office or the woman had begun her ranting.
"Yes I know. I promise I won't come back this week." Bulma bowed her head and turned around.
"Wait just a second young lady; I'm not finished with you! There is a new youngster at this school. Mr. van der Breed may have given him to me, but I will make him your responsibility. You and he have the same classes. You will guide him this week and maybe you will be freed from your detention hours that stand here on my computer." Bulma looked horrified.
"What? Are you fucking serious? I'm not going to spend my precious free time with some stupid boy."
"I'll just pretend as if I haven't heard that. Bulma, let me elaborate. His name is Vegeta, he has amnesia and for so far they can rule things out he is an orphan. Yes, he is troubled, obnoxious and then some, but so are you." The girl on the other end of the table was slowly turning red. This woman couldn't be serious. This guy could very well be who she thought he was. Jack. But wait, he had amnesia, which meant that he didn't know that. On the other hand, she had read somewhere that people with amnesia could remember things when they are under people they should know.
"I don't know if I want to do that." She said, for one moment forgetting who she was talking to.
"Well, it wasn't a suggestion, lady! If I say jump you ask how HIGH! You understand? I have had enough of you! You will go to the canteen, and I will not hear anything negatively about you! Only a GOOD report, from Vegeta. DO YOU HEAR ME?" Bulma remembered who she was talking to all to well. Silently she hoped that her menopause would go by more silently.
"Yes, sheesh, how could someone not hear you, I mean, yes ma'am! I'll see you next week then!" And with that Bulma raced to the canteen. She was greeted by a snickering sound. She looked around, there.
"Vegeta." He nodded.
"What is your last name?"
"Why do you care?"
"I don't, never mind. Let's go, we have art." He mumbled something incoherently what sounded too much like bitch for Bulma's liking.
"Just wait one second mister. We will not call me any other name or noun then Bulma. Bulma Lynch if you must, not: woman, bitch, witch, you, freak, occupant of space or what ever, just Bulma. This way you will not piss me off, as much as you probably will, and you probably will keep your fair skin. Do we have an accord?" The boy blinked. Then smirked evilly.
"Very well," He said in a low voice, it sounded far too much like Jack's for Bulma's liking.
"I will not call you any of the above. Just, Bulma." Bulma nodded satisfied, but not entirely sure, why he was smirking like that.
"Right, let's go now." The boy nodded and followed her.
The entire day Vegeta was working on her nerves. When he spoke, which wasn't often, he would emphasize her name. And would use it three times in one sentence. Let's just say that she was glad that the day was over and that she could go to 18's place. She was standing near her locker, waiting for 18 when Vegeta walked up to her.
"Bulma, Can I ask you a question, Bulma?" The girl sighed and shook her head.
"Okay, then, were do you live?" Bulma sighed and looked up as if her help would come from there.
"This –she shook her head again- means NO. Now, leave me alone."
"Ah, come on, you can tell me where you live don't you?" He putted his head in a position like he was a puppy, begging for attention. Bulma was about to tell him where she lived when to arms snaked around her sides. Bulma relaxed. 18.
"Hey, whats going on, are you the new kid? My name's 18. Bull, are you ready, I want to get out of here." Bulma hastily nodded her head and walked outside. She waved to Vegeta; I'll see you tomorrow at my locker!"
As soon as they'd reached outside Bulma lit a cigarette. Inhaling deeply she slowly felt the stress leave her body. When they walked away they held hands. Bulma squeezed hard into the other girls hand. When the cigarette was gone Bulma said that she needed a fuck. 18 agreed and they walked to 18's place.
Entering the apartment they grabbed some food and left to the blond girl's room. When the door closed behind them they started to kiss passionately. 18's tongue traced Bulma's lower lip. Suddenly 18 froze and retreated.
"You promised." She said and Bulma looked down,
"I know… but… Vegeta and… I'm sorry okay?" She looked up with hope gleaming in her eyes. 18 shook her head.
"Bulma, you made a promise, I made a promise. I kept mine. You didn't." Bulma was on the verge of tears.
"No... Please, no…" But 18 shook her head and turned away. Bulma's face turned grim and she became angry.
"Just wait a fucking second. Just because I chewed my lip doesn't mean I'll cut myself open. It's all because of that stupid Vegeta, he looks to fucking much like Jack, it was the only thing I could think of the entire fucking day! Above that I have to be around him for the rest of the entire fucking week! You just don't get it! Please don't turn me down. I'm really really sorry! And by the way, who says you're keeping your promise, it's not like I can check you as you can check me." 18 turned around smiling sadly,
"It's okay. But don't do it again! And if you want some piss of me, to check it, you can have it." She said. But before Bulma could react she shut her up by coffering her mouth with hers, this time neither one of them pulled back.