Disclaimer: I don't own any of the songs that I use throughout this fanfic. Dragon Ball, Dragon Ball Z, and Dragon Ball GT are all owned by FUNimation, Toei Animation, Fuji TV, and Akira Toriyama. I don't own any characters or names therefore belonging to.

Chapter Two- Pain

Vegeta stood before the blue haired female. "Hi." She said perky. Vegeta immediately regretted coming over here. "Do you know where the nearest bathroom is?" She was way too naive and really stupid. It radiated off of her. He looked over to the bathrooms.

"Over there." He pointed.

"Thank you." She said and skipped away.

Vegeta put his finger and thumb on his temples and rubbed them. He felt stupider just being around her. He looked up to see Turles laughing in an "I told you so" way. Vegeta walked back to the bar and rolled his eyes at the guy who had yet to compose himself. "Dude, I told you. I know her. She's way too stupid."

"You know her?" Vegeta asked with his eyebrows raised in disbelief.

"I have seen her around the shop my mom has. She comes in every once in a while too. My mom hates her."

"That's saying something." The two men laughed and then Raditz came around to them.

"What's so funny?"

Vegeta went serious and stopped laughing immediately. He didn't want to feel embarrassed by Raditz laughing at him. It was one thing to have Turles laughing with him and a totally different thing to had Raditz laugh at him. "Nothing." It was then that he saw Nappa coming over to them.

"Well boys, it was nice seeing you and I'm glad that I found you." He patted Raditz's and Turles's back. "You will go far in your career. I plan to see you in my studio next Tuesday. I want to hear a few songs and for you to get the feel for the place. You're going to be spending a lot of time there. I'm off, calling it a night. I'm getting too old for nights light this."

"No you aren't. If you're still here, at this hour, it proves you still have at least five more years." Vegeta said with full honesty.

"True. So Next Tuesday, let's say 12:00 in the afternoon?"

"Sounds good to me." Vegeta said.

"Good. Welcome to the family boys." Nappa said as he left.

"How do you like that?" The other two smiled and nodded. Nappa ran Saya Studios and they were now in it. They were going to be famous for what they loved doing.

Kakarot came over and asked what Nappa had just told them. They explained to Kakarot when and where they were meeting. "Ok, well, I'm going to the apartment. Chichi wants to go to sleep saying that she has loads to do when she wakes up in the morning."

"Whatever Kakarot. Let your Bitch run your life."

"Vegeta, she doesn't run my life. And it wasn't too long ago that…" He stopped talking when he saw the glare Vegeta was sending him to not say anything he would regret. "Night." He said to his two brothers and Vegeta. Chichi had grabbed his arm and they walked out of the club.

"Give me another!" He yelled at the bar tender.

"Vegeta, don't think that you can drink B away. It will come back to haunt you like it did the last time." Turles whispered as he too left the club to the apartment. Vegeta took the shot of whisky and Raditz walked with him out of the club after he paid the bill.

"Where do you want to go?" Raditz asked.

"Is the super gym open this early?"

"I think so. It's supposed to be 24 hours on Saturday and off Sunday."

"Good. I need to punch something." Vegeta said as he walked the mile and a half with Raditz to the gym. Hardly anyone was there. He was glad for that and so Vegeta wrapped the wrapping around his wrists and arms and started punching the bag. It was his way of venting his anger.

Bulma woke to her alarm saying she had an hour till her class starts. It was 8 am. She sighed and vowed that once this semester was over, she was never going to take weekend classes again. She didn't even like these classes. Her father gave her a list of classes she had to take if she were to move out and go to an out of state university. If she didn't, she would be learning hands on with her father. Right now, she started to wonder why she left but remembered when there was a knock on her door. No doubt it was her ex. She climbed out of bed and pulled her hair back loosely in a pony tail. She had light blue, loose fitting pajama pants on and a matching light blue, form fitting spaghetti strap top. She opened the door and wasn't surprised as she saw Yamcha holing two cups of coffee. "Hey B. Did I wake you?"

"No, my alarm clock did. You just happen to come by a few seconds afterward." Bulma said as she took the coffee from his hand and walked back into her dorm. "What do you want anyway?" She asked with her back turned from the guy behind her and stretched and yawned. It had taken her a while but she got over the fact that they were once a thing and they were sort of friends now. She still couldn't tolerate him sometimes but it was overlooked when he brought her coffee. It was her wake up juice and he knew it.

"I thought that maybe we could have dinner tonight?" He said a little shyly. He had tried to be her shoulder to cry on after the incident with Vegeta but she gave him the cold shoulder too. He wouldn't give up though. He was going to get her back one way or another.

Bulma sighed. She had seen this coming for a while now. She just didn't like him like that anymore and wasn't ready for another relationship . "I'm sorry Yamcha but no. I just don't feel that way about you. I don't need to be in a relationship right now anyway. I just need to focus on my school work." She then took a book from her shelf. It was an economics book that weighed 5 pounds. That was her only class today and she had a test to study for. Yamcha sadly nodded, accepting the rejection, for now.

"You sure you don't need a study buddy?"

"No, I don't think you would know any of this. What's your major anyway?"

"3-D graphics design for gaming." He said proudly. "But yeah, you're right. I wouldn't know any of that. I just thought that you would like come company."

"Thanks but no thanks. I need some peace and quiet if I'm going to pass this test." She said as she gave him an awkward hug and he left. When the door closed, she let out a sigh of relief. She didn't really need to study. It was just an excuse to get him out. She knew everything there was to know for this test. It was an easy class but really, really boring. She put the book back and then took a smaller book out from under her bed. She then sat with her back against the wall and started writing. She was a song writer. Before the fall out, she helped Vegeta write many of the band's songs. Now she wrote her own. She continued from the last one that she stopped at because she had an idea for the next verse. After watching the video of the band, she felt the pain again. The title of the song? "Set Fire to the Rain" It was based off of the end of her relationship with Vegeta. The song was almost complete too. It pained her too much to write it but she felt that she needed to finish it before she started another one. She read the last thing she wrote.

I set fire to the rain,

Watched it pour as I touched your face

Well, it burned while I cried

'Cause I heard it screaming out your name,

Your name

She knew what came next: the second chorus.

I set fire to the rain,

And I threw us into the flames

Well, it felt something died

'Cause I knew that, that was the last time

The last time

She then thought what would be the end. It would be repetitive, she knew that. It hit her.

Let it Burn

Let it Burn

Let it Burn

She was happy with that ending, of the song that is, she never liked the ending of her relationship. She thought back as to why it had ended. It was almost too terrible. It was worse than when Yamcha broke it off with her because she's the one that broke it off because she didn't want to be hurt anymore.

But before we get into what caused it her to break up, let's talk about what lead to it.

Bulma sat on her bed as a flashback came from when she thought the change first started. "Bulma! Hey." She heard Yamcha behind her. She had been on slight talking terms with him lately but that was it. "Wait up!" he yelled as he ran to catch up to her. She stopped and turned around. As he stopped in front of her, she sighed. "Hey." He said calmly.

"Hi Yamcha. How are you?" She said slightly annoyed. She was already late to rehearsal for the band. Vegeta was going to be so mad. They had just made a new song and were supposed to practice it today. She was almost there too. She was just outside of the parking lot of his apartment complex.

"I'm fine. What's up?"

"I'm going to practice with the band."

"Oh, well, I was hoping that…" He looked behind Bulma and saw a really mad Vegeta storming towards them. Bulma noticed Yamcha's change in demeanor. She looked behind him and when she saw him, she took a deep breath to prepare herself. Yamcha took note of this.

"WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?!" Vegeta yelled and as soon as he got close enough, he folded his arm and looked down at the two of them. He took a deep breath to try and calm himself but it didn't work. "You are two hours late. Is he the reason? Have you been spending time with this worthless piece of SHIT?"

"What?" Bulma looked at Yamcha and then looked back at Vegeta. "No! You are assuming something happened between him and me?"

Yamcha looked between the two and noted how both of them were acting. "Well, then, explain your tardiness."

"Can we talk about this inside?"

"No! I see no reason."

"Vegeta, you're causing a scene." Bulma tried to persuade her boyfriend but he was just too stubborn.

"I don't fuckin care. Where have you been for the last two hours? If it wasn't with this piece of shit than who with?"

"Vegeta, my father took me to one of his meetings for Capsule Corp. It was running late and it was across town. I asked him to drop me off here but he still doesn't like that I'm in this band. He dropped me off at my apartment and I had to run here because my phone died in the meeting. I'm sorry if I couldn't call."

Vegeta seemed to have gotten less angry at the explanation. It was reasonable. Her father never liked the band saying that it wouldn't ever get more than a garage full of people to listen to them. He looked Yamcha up and down. "Explain the weakling being here."

"He saw me walking and he wanted to talk. I was on my way here." Vegeta seemed to think this over and nodded, seemingly cooling down from his anger and then pulled her close whispering in her ear. "I don't trust him. He's up to something." He then kissed her cheek and they both went to Vegeta's apartment where the others were waiting, leaving Yamcha behind.

Bulma sighed. She should have known then that it wouldn't be long before he would actually do something with all of that pent up anger. She started writing in her song writing book.

Remember all the things we wanted

Now all our memories, they're haunted

We were always meant to say goodbye

Even without fists held high, yeah

Never would have worked out right, yeah

We were never meant for do or die

She started writing just what she was feeling. She stopped writing after that and then looked at the last five songs she had written. Why were all of them about him? She really had to get him out of her head. She didn't want to turn into a Taylor Swift.

Vegeta woke up late because of the day he had before. There was a knock at his door and he got out of bed, putting some sweat pants on over his boxers. He opened the door to a dark blue haired woman. He rolled his eyes. He forgot that he hadn't already broken it off. "Hey Vegei."

"Go home." He said irritably. He wasn't one for a good conversation anytime but definitely not when he just woke up from a long night.

"What?"

"It's over. I'm breaking up with you. I don't like you. You were only a way for me to get my mind off stuff but you no longer work. Go home and cry about it. Find another boyfriend. I don't care as long as it doesn't have to do with me." He said as if it were obvious.

"Fine!" She yelled, waking Turles up in the next room. He too put some sweat pants on before he opened his door but unlike Vegeta, he put on a grey muscle shirt on as where Vegeta didn't bother to put a shirt on at all. "If you don't want me anymore then we're through!" She stormed out of the apartment building down to her car.

"Well she took that lightly." Turles said as he rubbed his face to get rid of the sleep he had just woken up from. He wouldn't be able to get back to sleep any time soon.

Vegeta shook his head as he went and laid on the couch and turned on the TV. He turned it to the news. There wasn't anything important he thought until he was about to switch the channel. He was just about to press the button when Nappa came on the screen. "Turles!"

"What?" He yelled from the kitchen. He walked to the living room and saw what was on the screen. Vegeta turned it up. "I'm here with Napa, the producer and owner of Saya Studios who has just announced that he has welcomed another band to the family. Tell me about them Nappa."

The screen then went to Nappa. "Yes, I saw them just last night and they are going places. They have talent and they aren't afraid to show it off." Vegeta and Turles looked at each other with wide eyes. It had yet to be 24 hours and they were already news worthy. It was only a matter of time until they, themselves, would be on the news.

"Wow" Turles said. Vegeta smirked.

"Yep."

The door opened to reveal Raditz. "Guys turn to…" He looked at the television and saw that they were already watching it.

"Yeah, we're on the news." Turles said, still awe struck by this reality they were facing. They were going to become really famous, really fast.

Bulma had just gotten out of her test. It was easy and she had the rest of the day off, of school that is. She had a job working at the local mechanics shop. It wasn't creating the newest "Space age" technology but she was working with tools and she liked how vehicles worked and working on them. It paid enough for groceries and some to put in her savings account. Her father had paid for her school. All of it too. He paid for her books, classes, dorm room, and everything. There was one catch. If there was a class that she wanted to take and her father didn't approve of it and she didn't give him a good enough reason to change his mind, she had to pay for the class and the books for the class. She hadn't failed yet on giving him a good enough reason to take a class. She got changed into her uniform and road her motorcycle to work not that far from the college. She often found herself fixing the cars and trucks of her classmates. She fixed what needed to be fixed, nothing more nothing less and came at a good price too. "Hey Sal." She greeted her boss as she clocked in for the day.

"Bulma!" He greeted happily. "How is my little mechanic?"

"I'm alright. The normal problems. Ex-boyfriend is trying to rekindle what he thinks we had, school that costs way too much for what it's worth, and a roommate that practically lives with her boyfriend." She said as she got her tools ready for work. "How about you?"

"Well, wife's good. Boys are even better. John got accepted into law school. Ken is still dating that spoiled ditz." John was about 23-years-old and Ken was only 17-years-old. Bulma had met the two one day when they came to surprise her boss on his birthday.

"That's fantastic for John." She then pulled her tool box off the stool it was sitting at and she walked over to her work station. She had to finish this truck before anything else. She was doing it as a favor for Krillin, 18's boyfriend. He had come to her because it wouldn't start. It turns out that the starter was busted. She didn't know how he did it but it was all torn up and it was a good thing he brought it in too. The brake pads were shiny. That's never a good thing. She had replaced them and was now putting in a new starter. It was thirty minutes later and she was covered in oil because she slipped in a puddle made by the last truck she had in there but it was fixed and she could work on another vehicle. She washed her hands and reached for her phone out of her bag to call Krillin to say that his truck was fixed when she saw that she had gotten a text after she fell asleep last night. It was from Chichi. She opened it and saw a picture of Nappa on the news and so she turned her head to the small television in the corner of the room and turned the volume up so she could hear it.

"I'm here with Napa, the producer and owner of Saiyan Co. who has just announced that he has welcomed another band to the Saiyan family. Tell me about them Nappa."

The screen then went to Nappa. "Yes, I saw them just last night and they are going places. They have talent and they aren't afraid to show it off." Bulma knew that they could do it. She then read Chi's text.

B! You'll never guess it! NAPPA SIGNED THEM! They'll get famous now! I knew that they always had it in them. If only you were here. We could celebrate together. If I were you, I'd come and see them now before all of the fan girls come around and the ticket prices go through the roof but don't worry. You know me and if you ever want to see them in concert, I'll hook you up. Txt me. J Bulma smiled. It was a dream come true for them. Oh, how she wished she could be there to congratulate them, well, three of them.

"Hey Bulma! What's got you all smiley and giggly over there? Aren't you supposed to be working?" Her boss joked.

"Are you watching channel 13 news?"

"Yeah. What about it? It's just some guy talking about people that are going to become famous because of him."

"They're my friends." She said proudly.

"Why aren't you there then?" Bulma's smile disappeared and a frown replaced it.

"That Bastard of a fuckin Asshole." She said with so much venom that it scared her boss.

"Who is it this time?" Her boss asked. "It couldn't be that yam whatever guy. You don't normally put a slur of cusses about him. He usually gets only one. No, this guy is special. Another ex perhaps? Oh, is he in that band?"

Bulma glared at the television. If looks could kill, the screen would have exploded by now. "Yes."

"Ahh. I'm smarter than I look ain't I?" He asked as she put down her tools and went to her break room. He smirked and shook his head slowly. Her break room was not for breaks in between work hours. It was for whoever wanted a broken bone. She had a multitude of exercise equipment for her to work out her anger. Sal had let her have it as a special gift for a favor she had done. He knew her more than he had known any of his workers but then again, none of his workers had been female, or did as good a job as her. No, she was like the daughter he never had.

Bulma started punching the punching bag in the room. She didn't care how beat up and bloody her knuckles were. She had to get her frustration out somehow and crying wasn't something she felt like doing right now. After about an hour of punching and kicking and lifting and any other exercise she could think of, she was sweaty and still had oil from working on the truck on her. She was in dire need of a shower. When she came out of her break room, Sal was outside handing something to her, or at least trying to. She looked at the paper confused but kept walking.

"Bulma, I'm giving you a mandatory leave off your work until after Christmas break. That's two weeks and I have averaged up your total pay for two weeks and here it is. You will take this money and use it to buy a ticket to go and see your friends. I don't care if you hate that man, you should go and congratulate the others." Bulma had gotten her bag and was clocking out for an hour.

"Not interested." Bulma said as she turned to leave.

"I said a mandatory leave. You're not allowed to be working those two weeks. You don't have to take the money and go and see your friends but go and see your parents. It's the holidays. It starts next week." Bulma stopped as she remembered that the test she took today was her final for the class. She totally forgot that it was her final too. Not as if it would change her score now. She did well on it. "Bulma I care about you. You are like the daughter I never had. Go and say hi to your real family. I'm sure they miss you."

"Not likely. If anyone does it would be my mother. My father only cares about the grades I get. I already had plans for the break and you're ruining them."

"Oh really? Your plans were to work all through the break. What would you do on Christmas Eve or Christmas? We aren't open then."

"I would sleep the day away." She said as if she had planned her life to be this miserable.

"At least think about seeing your friends. I'm willing to bet they miss you."

"Yeah. And I'm willing to bet that Bastard of an ex will want to get back together and then he could be abusive all over again. Yamcha was right. I shouldn't have even started dating him. I was setting myself up for failure." Bulma looked down at the paper that her boss was still trying to give her. He brought his arm back that still had the paper in it.

"You were in an abusive relationship?" Bulma's tears were forming in her eyes as she slowly nodded. "Do you want to talk about it?" Bulma shook her head and gained her composure once more.

"I think I should go to my dorm and shower. I'll be back in about an hour." She said as she walked out the door. Sal watched the blue headed girl. He would have never thought, a strong girl like her in an abusive relationship. Most girls were left broken without much self of steam or hid from people, ashamed of themselves. He wondered what he should do. Should he do anything? Could he do anything? Well, he was sure of one thing. He was going to damn well try.

Bulma wiped the stray tear that had fallen down her face. She then rode her motorcycle to her dorm and got all cleaned up. When she got out of the shower, she totally forgot to call Krillin about his truck. She dialed his number and waited for him to pick up. He didn't. She had to leave a voice mail. "Hey Krillin, it's me Bulma. I'm calling because I fixed up your truck and it's ready to be picked up now. Bye." She pulled her hair up and put on a clean uniform and rode back to work. She wondered how her boss would act now. Not many new of her past around here. She clocked in just as the hour was up. She had taken her break and went back to work as if nothing had happened. The only thing strange was that Sal wasn't in his office. She ignored it and worked on the car that blew a head gasket and had some other minor problems. As she was washing her hands, she saw 18 pull up in her convertible with Krillin in the passenger's seat. "Hey Krillin. Your truck is in the garage. Let me go get it." She had dried her hands and went around back to where his truck was.

"Hey Bulma, which one of these guys…" Sal came around the corner expecting Bulma to be working on another car but saw that there was a short bald guy and a hot blond in a convertible. "Um. Can I help you?"

"No, Bulma just went around to fetch my truck she finished today."

"Ohh. Ok." They all waited there silently and a bit awkwardly until Bulma pulled up in Krillin's truck.

"Here she is Kril. Running nice and smooth. You shouldn't have any problems with it for a while."

"Thanks Bulma. Hey, how much does it cost?"

"No charge." Bulma said as she handed over the keys.

"No, you deserve to be paid. How much?"

"No charge. Krillin, I did this as a favor for you. I don't want to take your money."

"You're not taking it. I'm giving it to you. How much?" Bulma shook her head. "No? Ok, I'll give you 700 for it. I know that it wasn't a hassle but you deserve it."

Bulma's eyes widened. $700? 'He must be joking. He wasn't though and he pulled out twenties from his fat wallet and gave $700 worth to her. "Krillin, I can't take this."

"You can and you will. Think of it as my Christmas present to you." He then walked away to his truck and 18 and Krillin drove off.

"Now you're making real mechanic money." Sal said as he nodded in approval of the short bald man. He then looked down at the paper he was holding and remembered what it was that he was out here for. "Bulma?"

"What?" Bulma asked as she put the money in her bag.

"Which one of these is the 'Bastard of a fuckin Asshole'?" He asked as he quoted her words.

Bulma looked at the news paper and saw the band. It was at last night's performance. Nappa must have pulled some strings if it was on today's newspaper. Turles was in front with his black guitar, Kakarot to the right with the deep red bass, Raditz to the left with the synth. And then there was, as she put it earlier, the 'Bastard of a fuckin Asshole' in the back behind his gorgeous sapphire blue set with custom heads that he had paid for with his own money he made working different jobs over his high school years. She pointed to Vegeta and tears started coming back to her eyes as she sat with her back against her work bench and her hands on her forehead.

"You must have gotten it bad. When was it that you figured out that he was abusive?"

"When he almost hit me but instead hit the wall." She whispered.

Sal knelt down next to her. It hurt him to see her like this. His strong worker in shambles. "What if someone went with you? Would you go if you knew you were protected?" Bulma looked up at him. It was a valid question but Bulma wasn't crying because she was afraid of him. She was still broken hearted over him. She thought of people she could bring. There was Krillin and 18 but they were already probably doing something together. There was Yamcha… There was not Yamcha. Then there was Sal, the only other person that she'd really gotten close to here in New York. He was like a second father to her. She couldn't ask him to come with her to a different state. He had his family here. Bulma shook her head no. "Is there anyone there that could be with you at all times when he could possibly be around?"

'One person.' Bulma thought. 'Chi. She would be there.' She thought about it a little more. She nodded.

"Do you have any contact with that person?"

"She's the only one that I've kept in contact for the past six months I've been gone."

"Do you think you're willing to go and congratulate your friends if she is there with you?" Bulma thought about it. She guessed. Chi could keep her strong even if they were in Vegeta's presence.

"I guess." Bulma gave up the fight between her boss and her internal conflict. She would go and do as he wished. Chi will be thrilled to hear the news.

"Good. If you have any problems, you have my number; you have my wife's number. You should be ok." Sal said as he helped the teary eyed girl up on her feet.

"Thank you." She said as she hugged her boss and then realized that she probably got oil and grease all over him. She took a step back and saw that, yep, he had some black spots.

"Don't worry about the clothes. Go and get packing. You've been away from home for too long." He said happily. Bulma nodded, confident that she could do this. She had to come up with a plan though so that she wouldn't have to even see Vegeta.

Songs Used:

Set Fire To The Rain by Adel

Already Gone by Kelly Clarkson

AN:Alright, so, you found out why there was a break up. Bulma believes that she was in an abusive relationship with Vegeta. Somehow, Yamcha was involved in this. Yamcha's plan won't be laid out there until much later chapters but parts of his plan will be obvious. The time of the year is just before Christmas break.

Being completely honest, I wasn't sure if this was how I wanted to end this chapter. It seems so sudden to me but this is what it is. The next chapter is in the editing phase. I do feel as though you readers are somewhat spoiled right now, I just got back from Spring Break and haven't been getting a whole lot of school work so I have plenty of time to write, read, edit, reread, and post new chapters. The spoiler for the next chapter is that the title is called: Surprises.

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