A Hard Heart To Win

A/N: I'd just like to thank the two reviewers for their input. It's much appreciated. But anyways, here's another chapter. So enjoy!

"I figured I'd find you here," the person quiped.

"What are you doing here, Christina?"

"I lied to the other two to come and find you. I knew where you'd be. I'm surprised they haven't figured it out. I stopped by Vegeta's house, first. I saw Radditz, Goku, and Vegeta sitting outside. I asked if they saw you but they didn't know where you took off to. Obviously, I did. I know you well enough by now to know where you hide when something's bothering you."

"Good for you," she snapped. "What do you want? A medal? Or the chest to pin it on?"

"Well, obviously I have the chest to pin it on," she replied while looking down at her double D cups. The raven tressed girl let out a friendly chuckle before continuing, "I know you don't like me much and I can understand why. I'm not a very good friend at all. Your best friends are right. Yes, I did take your childhood best friend away from you. I'm a compulsive liar and you hate liars. I'm not totally oblivious. But for once, I wanted to help. I know what it's like dealing with loss. My mother died from a cocaine overdose when I was younger. It's hard, isn't it? Especially when you know you could have done something about it, but you chose not to get involved. At least thats what my father tells me, I was too young to really remember."

"Was your mother's death accidental or planned?"

"Accidental."

"Davis planned his."

"Oh," the seventeen year old replied solumnly.

"Even if I had gotten him help, he still would have killed himself. He couldn't take living anymore. He talked about suicide since he dropped out of high school. He saw himself as a failure, like he would never be able to do anything but screw up. I told him he still had the chance to make something of himself, but he thought life was over when my father told him he would never amount to anything. In Davis' eyes, he had already commit the ultimate failure. He failed his father. That's all he ever wanted was my father's approval. But nothing he did was ever good enough for daddy. He knew he was loved, he wasn't stupid. He just felt like he didn't have a purpose in life."

"Everyone has a purpose in life, though," Chichi shot back.

"Is that really true, though? Look around you in the real world for one second. What about the bums sitting on the street begging for money because that's the only way they can survive. Is that really a purpose? Is their purpose to be poor for their entire lives? Is their purpose to die on the streets, hungry and cold? That's more like a punishment. Some people destroy their purposes and become useless wastes of litter on our streets. But it's their own fault for doing it. We have no fate but what we make for ourselves." (Disclaimer: Copyright to Terminator).

"And they call me heartless," the black haired girl snapped.

"Survival of the fittest, my dear."

Those were the last words out of Bulma's mouth before she got back into her Lamborghini and took off to another location that hopefully nobody knew about it. Somewhere she could go in peace and quiet.

Vegeta's sister's house.

The life story of Christina April King...

Christina was seventeen years old in the twelfth grade. She was younger than most of the students in her grade. That didn't really matter to her, though. She was more focused on getting good grades so she could make something of herself. Her father's name was Dante Phineas King. She couldn't really remember her mother's name because she had died when she was only three years old. Her father was the supervisor and head chef of the kitchen at the Marriott Hotel. Chichi worked under him. She was pretty skilled in the kitchen and was one of the most amazing cooks in the entire city of San Francisco. It was the city where she was born and raised and currently resided. Her high school was not limited to taking in kids only in the city of Sacramento but from all different areas of California.

She was an only child and liked it that way. It had given her more time to study under her father's wing in the arts of culinary. The inseperable pair of father and daughter lived comfortably. They were not terribly rich but owned a nice home overlooking the Golden Gate Bridge.

One problem the teen had was lying. Sometimes she liked to make up stories about friends who didn't really exist. It was just to cover up for the fact that she felt like a loner because the only real friend she had was Goku. A huge dosage of insecurities also struck the girl on a daily basis. Sometimes she would get so overwhelmed that she'd have a panic attack in the middle of class. Goku did his best to fight those insecurities whenever she got them by reminding her of how beautiful she really was.

The black haired girl met Goku when she was only ten years old because they attended the same school. Three years later, after being best friends for two years, they started dating and eventually ended up going out. She enjoyed cooking for her boyfriend and tending to his every need. She had to admit, she did get annoyed with some of the things that Kakarot did, but that was typical and to be expected in every relationship. Although, she did seem to pick out a lot of his flaws and shove them back in his face on a daily basis. That's why everyone considered her to be heartless, but deep down, she really did have a huge heart and tried to take care of everyone.

Even if they wanted nothing to do with her.

see, imma tell you, like you told me

cash rules everything around me

singing dollar dollar bill, y'all

dollar dollar bill, y'all

singing dollar dollar bill, y'all

dollar dollar bill, y'all

and she used to be the sweetest girl...

Those were the words that poured from the stereo of Bulma's radio as she arrived at her best friend's sister's house. It was really a sad song if one really listened to the lyrics, even though it was a rap song. It spoke of prostitution and the changes that people face when dealing with money. It can make a person to degrade themselves just because the world was ruled by currency. It described both Vegeta's sister and herself. She was the sweetest girl until she realized that money was the root of everything in the modern day world. If you didn't have money, there was no way that you were ever going to survive. Life wasn't about fairytale love and happily ever after's. Life was cold, harsh, and real. The powdered blue haired girl sighed as she stepped from her car and headed toward the front steps of the condominium. She just hoped that Cairo Avani Akil was home.

Bulma rose a hand to knock on the door when it opened suddenly.

"I was expecting you," a beautiful twenty year old girl said as she looked at her childhood best friend.

"How?"

"I know you better than you think Ms. Bulma."

The younger girl chuckled and replied, "I guess you do."

"Well don't just stand there, come on in!" The brunette said as she walked away from the door and took a seat in the living room.

She took a seat while giving the other girl a quick once over. Cairo stood at about 5'5'' and weighed at least 130 lbs. She had long flowing locks of brown hair with red streaks mixed in it. It was currently pulled back in a ponytail with a few strands framing her face. The girl was wearing a white wifebeater which she automatically assumed was Vegeta's. She was also wearing green, blue, and yellow plaid boxers. Those also had to belong to her brother. Unless they belonged to one of her clients, she wasn't going to ask. She also had tanned skin just like her brother's. But that's because they were of Greek and Arabic lineage. So the dark complexion was expected.

Bulma's own sapphire blues met with Cairo's dark browns.

"So tell me what's on your mind, doll." The twenty year old spoke.

"A lot," the other girl replied.

"I heard about Davis' death. Vegeta called me up last night. He didn't know where to turn, so he turned to his big sister, of course. I suppose you're in shock, as well. It doesn't look like you've been crying at all."

"I knew," she whispered.

"You knew what?" Cairo asked curiously.

"He was going to kill himself. He told me. He just said 'tonight's the night.'That's all he had to say for me to know what he was talking about. I could have said something to someone to stop it. I didn't really think he was going to do it. I should have done something, I should have!" She cried out, almost in tears because she was responsible for her brother's death.

"At least you got to say goodbye, right?"

"No. I never said goodbye! I didn't get to say goodbye! All I did was roll my eyes and tell him how much of a jerk he was. Then he kissed my forehead and told me he loved me. I just walked away in disgust. I didn't really think it was going to happen. Davis, I'm so sorry. This is all my fault. I could have saved you and I didn't!"

The tears for her loss finally came. Bulma broke down and cried right in the middle of Vegeta's sister's living room. Anyone who knew Bulma knew that crying was rare for her nowadays. Ever since her break up with Yamcha, she hadn't shed one tear. She never got emotional like this, anymore. The other girl had long since gotten up to comfort her best friend. Cairo embraced Bulma tightly whispering to her that everything would be okay and that Davis knew what he was doing. It wasn't her fault.

The friendships of Christina April King...

Christina really didn't have any friends until she was nine years old. Her first real best friend had been the love of her life, Goku. She met Radditz, his older brother, shortly afterwards. Although, they weren't really friends at all. Just acquaintances. Then she met Vegeta afterwards. She hated him with a passion and the feeling was mutual. Her first girl best friend had been Jenna Jordan. They had been friends since they were nine years old. They still weren't close as real best friends were supposed to be. Chichi would never tell her anything, even though she trusted her with her life. Then she met Jamison, but they weren't really friends, either. Krillin, she had met about the same time that she met Goku. They had clicked instantly but now he was so different. They still talked a lot and hung out by themselves, sometimes. Jenna and Krillin started dating through her. They both had a crush on each other but were too shy to tell one another, so she opened her big mouth and got them together. Yamcha had also been a friend of her's at one point. She had met Bulma soon after she met Yamcha and ended up hooking them up, as well. That was one of the reasons why Bulma despised her so much. Besides the fact that they used to get into arguments about how Christina took her childhood best friend away from her. Amanda and Joseph she met through Bulma. Amanda was a good person to talk to and she really liked her. That was one of the only people she could really trust, besides Goku.

Just at that moment, Vegeta burst through the door of his sister's apartment. He snarled when he found the blue haired woman in the arms of his sister. His black depths met with his sister's brown ones. "Don't tell me you've turned lesbian, now, Cai." He was making a joke because he sense the tension in the atmosphere.

"Very funny, Vegeta," she snapped as she pulled away from the eighteen year old. "Now's not the time to be cracking jokes. Bulma really needs us."

"Speaking of which, I actually came here to check on her for Kakarot since we both knew she'd end up here."

"Well, who else is she going to turn to because you two boneheads don't listen?"

"Kakarot does, I don't."

"My point exactly," she sighed.

"You both can stop talking about me as if I'm not here now. It's really quite annoying."

Both siblings turned their eyes upon their blue haired friend.

"Vegeta, I have to tell you something." Bulma added after she got both of their attention. She stood up and walked right up to her best friend. She had to do this face to face with him. Blue eyes nervously met with his black ones and she bit her bottom lip.

"Well, spill it, woman."

"Last night, before you came over, I spoke to Davis. He'd been speaking of committing suicide for quite some time now. I never really took it seriously. But anwyays, last night, he came into the living room. He told me that last night was the night. That he was finally going to commit suicide. I didn't think much of it and I rolled my eyes and told him he was a jerk. I thought he was just trying to get a rise out of me, because he knew how much I hated it. I never thought he'd actually do it. He kissed my forehead and told me that he loved me and then met up with you. I could have stopped him, but I didn't. I'm sorry."

It took him a few minutes to register what she just said, but when she did, he snapped. "You fucking bitch!" He growled as he shot out a hand and grabbed her by the throat, lifting her off the ground a few inches. "IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT MY BEST FRIEND'S DEAD! HOW COULD YOU? HE WAS YOUR BROTHER! DON'T YOU KNOW YOU NEVER IGNORE THAT SHIT?"

"I'm sorry!" She cried out.

"NO YOU'RE NOT! YOU LET YOUR BROTHER DIE! What kind of person are you?" He snapped. Then he released his fingers from around her throat, letting her drop to the floor in a crying heap. "Stay away from me, you dirty selfish cunt. I don't want to speak to you for a long time."

"Vegeta, it wasn't her fault!" Cairo tried to say in her friend's defense.

"Don't you stick up for her! She's a murderer!" He growled before he walked out of his sister's apartment and slammed the door behind him. Hard.

"What have I done?" Bulma cried out having lost her best friend.

A/N: And, that's where I'll end it. Very long interesting chapter, ne? Anyways, as always, feedback is really, truly, greatly appreciated. And I'd really love for more people to review the story. But anyways, like I always say, review.