Whew, it's been ages since I last updated this fic. I'm sorry I took so long, but I had run into a writers block and didn't know where to go. Now I do and believe me that things are going to get better and better. Thanks for waiting so long to read this chapter, so I won't keep you any longer. Hope you enjoy it!
Disclaimer: don't own DBZ or any of the DBZ characters used in this fanfic
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Explosions
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Bulma sat in her art class and glared at Goku. He was being an ass with her and she could only handle so much from him. He would get on her bad side and she would be forced to kick his ass. And she could.
Vegeta was sitting across the room, directly in her line of sight. 18 and their new friend, Launch were sitting on either side of her, listening to the stupid techniques that teacher had been rambling about for the last thirty minutes.
She wished she could be near Vegeta, he was so wonderful and cute, and she couldn't stand this stupid façade anymore. He kept sneaking glances at her, flashing her a smirk every time. She gave him shy smiles and would turn away every time only seconds before Goku turned to look at her.
There was also a new girl in class. She looked exotic and pretty, and she was hanging around with Vegeta's sister. Hmmph, Bulma didn't miss the fact that the new girl kept glancing at Vegeta and giving him little winks too.
Finally they were given their assignment and their utilities and they began to work on their canvases. She watched Vegeta and noticed that he was the only person in the room who sat with a large and thin sketch book and various pencils and not with the required paints and brushes.
She shrugged and began to draw the shapes that their teacher had put together over a table with different shades of cloth and a light shinning over them to give it shadows. She got so caught up in her work that she didn't notice when people had started to clean up and pick up their things.
"Staying in here for lunch?" she heard Goku ask softly.
Bulma looked up at him and did a double-take. Then she rolled her eyes and began to clean up her pallet and put away the paints. She watched bemusedly as Goku grabbed her canvas and put it into the cabinet where everyone else had put theirs.
So now he wanted to get back in her good graces. She felt like blowing a childish raspberry at that thought. But then she noticed that 18 and Launch were both staring at Goku as if he were the hottest guy in high school. But Bulma begged to differ.
"Thanks," she muttered before turning to her friends and making for the door.
Goku just frowned as Bulma gave him the cold shoulder and shook his head. He wondered how long she would be angry at him. He made for the door and was nearly bowled over by a small black haired girl. The same girl that he had bumped into in the hallway.
"Apparently manners are a thing of the past in your family," he shot over his shoulder before walking out of the class.
Chichi grabbed the book she had forgotten and nearly ran out of the class to confront the little bastard. How dare he! She caught up to him and stood before him, blocking his path.
"So you're the hit and run type of person, right? If you're going to insult me family, then the least you can do is say it to my face so that I have the chance to knock your pretty teeth out," she growled as she jabbed him in the chest.
Goku caught her wrist and stopped her from touching him. "You're just lucky that you're a girl. And I don't fight girls, but my little sister does. Don't cross me, I am not one to be trifled with," he growled as he glared into her large dark eyes. But she looked unfazed.
"I am just as good as any guy in fighting. Don't give me that 'a girl can't fight a guy' bullshit. I am just as good as anyone. And I wouldn't care about kicking your ass. Now release me," Chichi snarled as she shoved at his chest and twisted her wrist from his.
"A guy is always stronger than a girl," Goku growled as he grabbed her shoulders and slammed her into the lockers to their side. Then before he could register just what he was doing, he had leaned down and captured her lips in a brutal kiss.
Chichi shoved away from him frantically. If Vegeta saw her then she was history. Well, not literally, but she was getting sidetracked. She noticed then that his kiss had become less harmful and that his hands had ceased their grip on her shoulders.
Damn, he was a good kisser. Chichi's eyes snapped open and she shoved into his chest again but to no use. He was taller and stronger than her, so she chose the only escape she had. She drew her knee in as much as she could and then drove it into the Son's family jewels.
Goku tore his lips from hers, taking a shaky breath before he was down for the count. Chichi smirked smugly and stepped over him before walking away. She stopped at the end of the hall.
"Don't ever put your filthy hands on me again. The next time you do, I will personally make you regret it, do you hear me?" she spat before walking off and leaving a rather bedraggled Goku on the floor, still nursing his hurting you-know-what.
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"B, you need to have a talk with your lover-boy," 18 muttered.
Bulma looked up from the fruit salad she had been eating and gave her friend a questioning look. "Why?"
Launch leaned forward and whispered conspiratorially, "He keeps sneaking glances at you, and he's gonna get caught by someone."
"I know," Bulma said with a heavy breath. "I mean, I can't help it if we want each other, but we can't be together because of all this stupid family hate," she whined.
"Don't give up hope! Someday you guys will be able to go public and not hide this from anyone. Until then, just be patient," 18 said as she patted her hand.
Launch sighed dreamily and stared at a guy that walked past them. "Did you guys get a good look at the new guy?" she asked. "He's hot and I hear that he's going to try out for captain of the Varsity team."
"But Goku's captain right now. Has been for two years," 18 said with a frown.
"It's about time someone knocked him out of his high horse," Bulma grumbled. The other girls ignored her.
"Hey, I hear that today the cheerleading coach is going to have tryouts. Are you guys going?" one of their other friends asked.
"I don't know yet. I've never cheered before," Bulma said with a shrug.
"Oh, come on!" Launch whined. "This is our last year and we have to help cheer on the beefcakes on the hockey team! Besides, we get to see this new guy in action," she said as she gave him a polite leer. "Look Bulma!"
Bulma looked up and towards the table that was horizontal with theirs. She caught the guys strangely alluring eyes and blinked. He was looking straight at her. Then she watched as he got up and began to walk towards their table.
Bulma began to fidget with her napkin and suddenly her eyes met with Vegeta's. his eyebrows were raised and he was giving her a questioning look. Her eyes moved to the new guy's form and then back to him, trying to explain what was happening.
Vegeta just shook his head in a barely noticeable notion and closed his eyes. Bulma understood. He had no problem with a guy talking to her because he trusted her. She smiled brightly to herself and 18 noticed.
"Two guys on the team, B?" she asked with a smirk, pushing her short blonde hair behind her ear.
Bulma scoffed. "Hardly. I only have eyes for one. And I didn't know he was in the hockey team. Okay, we'll try out this year for the cheerleading squad too."
And that was when the tall blue skinned guy reached their table and extended his hand towards 18 and then Launch, placing a kiss on the back of their hands. "Good day beautiful ladies," he said in an accented voice. Bulma couldn't quite place it though. "My name is Kogu, it is a pleasure."
"Juuhachigou," 18 said. "But you're welcome to call me 18."
"Launch. I don't have a nickname," she said in a sort of daze. Kogu turned to Bulma.
"I'm Bulma," she said in a friendly tone, shifting her gaze from him to Vegeta whenever she could. He was just looking at her coolly, bored almost.
"Son Bulma?" Bulma sat straight and nodded. He smiled again. "Our father's just signed a contract and I suspect that we will be seeing more of each other from now on," he said silkily. "You know, there's a dinner/dance thing coming up and I'm guessing our fathers are going to make us go," he said casually. "Would you like to be my date?"
What is this? Prom! Bulma thought to herself. "Well, I'd have to ask—"
"Your father?" he cut in.
Bulma had to refrain from glaring at him. He assumed too much. But no, not her father; she'd have to ask Vegeta what he thought about it first. But she nodded once and Kogu smiled.
"I already asked your father and he said that there was no problem," he said with a rugged smile.
Bulma wasn't impressed, but it appeared that Launch and 18 were because they were looking at Bulma with wide eyes. But what unnerved her more was that they were looking at this guy with a look of near adoration on their faces. She stopped her eyes from rolling and from her anger reaching the surface.
"You asked me father before asking me?" she looked at him with a raised brow. "I do believe that I am the only one that has a say in this," she said with a snooty sniff. "I don't like being controlled."
Kogu cleared his throat and looked at the girl in shock. He had heard that she was more or less a daddy's girl, and he had deduced that she did everything her father told her to do. But the little kitten had claws. So he found that he had to get on her good side again.
"That was not my intention at all. My apologies if I made you feel uncomfortable," he said with a slight bow.
"Well, thanks a lot for the invitation, but I need to think about it for a few days. If I come to a decision, I'll let you know," Bulma said curtly.
18 and Launch were looking at her incredulously as she dismissed the handsome guy. Kogu merely smiled and took her hand again, placing a kiss on it. "Have a nice day," Bulma said with false cheerfulness.
"You too beautiful ladies," he said as he winked and then walked away, back to his table and towards his new found friends.
When he was well out of hearing range, her friends turned to her and gaped openly. "What the hell is wrong with you?" Launch screeched in a low tone. Hmm, she could screech quietly?
Bulma shrugged her shoulders and glanced at Vegeta. He was talking to his friends and he could feel her eyes on him. He looked at her briefly and then turned back to his conversation.
"Bulma! Stop trying to ignore us!" Juu snapped as she slammed a hand on the table, getting almost everyone's attention at the table.
"I need to have a word with you outside," Bulma snapped as she picked up her backpack and threw her trash away. Being rich was no reason to have no manners; she picked up after herself. She walked out the hall without waiting to see if her friends were following and then stopped outside by the tree she always met with Vegeta.
Juu was shaking her head and Launch looked pissed. "We're waiting," the blonde said.
"Let's get one thing straight. Vegeta is my boyfriend. Did you guys forget that? I am not going to go out with some guys I don't even know just because you guys glare at me. I wouldn't go out with him even if my father told me to! What the hell is wrong with you?" Bulma fumed.
Juu was graceful enough to look embarrassed, but Launch wasn't willing to go down without a fight. "Bulma, you and your secret man aren't even allowed to speak to each other. What is so wrong with going as the date of this handsome guy? You didn't have to blow him off so rudely!"
Bulma's eyes narrowed and Juu had enough common sense to realize that when that happened while Bulma was angry, it was a sign of danger. "Launch, just drop it. It would be totally like you dating Tien and then going with Goku to the movies. Problem is, Goku would want to make out with you by the way he looks at you." That wasn't really happening, 18 was merely stating it more simple for Launch to understand.
Launch let out an irritated breath but didn't continue pestering Bulma. "Fine, I'm sorry. I just think that you were extremely rude with him. You should keep your options open," she said as she looked at her manicured nails carefully.
"Alright, I'll see you two in gym. We'll see about the cheerleading tryouts," Bulma said. "Vegeta is going to meet me here in a sec," she said, trying to get her point across so that her friends would leave.
"Take care. We'll see you later," 18 said as she grabbed Launch's arm and walked off with her.
Bulma waited for a few minutes and then felt a pair of strong arms wrap around her waist from behind. He pressed a kiss to her neck and turned her around. "What did that guy want?" he asked before stealing a kiss from her.
When they pulled away, Bulma was breathless. She grinned and kissed him again, returning the favor. "He wants to go as my date for one of those stupid dinners my father goes to."
"And what did you answer?" Vegeta asked, tone low and wary.
Bulma raised an eyebrow at him and smoothed out the scowl that was starting on his face. "I told him that I had no interest, but that I would think about it. If I blew him off now, maybe it can affect the deal his father has with mine. But don't worry, he does not appeal to me," she murmured as she kissed his neck and jaw. "Hey, why didn't you tell me that you were on the Varsity Hockey team?"
"You never took the time to ask me," Vegeta said with an amused smirk. "I'm trying out for defense this year."
"Why don't you try for captain? I'm sure you're more than good enough," she said with a grin. She knew that Vegeta had a big ego when it came to his image, being his girlfriend and all meant that she could stroke it once in a while, right?
Vegeta smirked haughtily and ran his fingers through her still curly hair. "When are you going to get your hair straightened back? I like it better when it's long. Makes it easier to run my fingers through it," he murmured as he kissed her jaw.
"I'll do it over the weekend, so you have to bear with it for a few more days. Hey," she started as she ran her hands over his shoulders, "I'm trying out for the cheerleading team. I've been on it for three years and still the coach makes us all try out," she grumbled.
"I want you to make team-captain," Vegeta said.
Bulma shrugged. "I really don't care much about cheering anymore. But I guess if you try out for captain, then I'll try out for captain of my team too." She stuck out her hand. "Deal?"
Vegeta looked at her with a smirk and took her hand. "Deal." The bell rang and Bulma sighed, letting go of him. They had gym next, but they still couldn't go together. "I'll be watching you closely," he said as they kissed goodbye.
She turned to go and stopped at a small distance between them. "Oh and Vegeta, kindly tell the new girl to keep her eyes and hands to herself. I don't appreciate the way she looks at you," she said saucily, turning and walking off. Vegeta smirked and chuckled to himself.
This was the girl he could spend the rest of his life with.
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Bulma stepped into her home and was surprised to see that their long time butler was nowhere in sight. For the past ten years or so that they had living in the mansion, he was always there to open the door for everyone. Today he wasn't. She shrugged and dropped her things on the stairs before walking into the kitchen to get something to drink.
She pulled out a bottle of juice and was about to open it when her father walked in too. "Hey sweetheart," he said as he pressed a kiss to her temple and took the bottle of juice from her hands. He opened it, drank it down in three gulps, and then handed the empty container to her. "Daddy!" Bulma whined.
"Come on now, love, have pity on this old man," he said with a smile. Bulma gave a soft snort. "How is school? Is it challenging enough?"
"School is boring," Bulma said flatly, grabbing another bottle of juice and moving away from her father, lest he take that one too and drink it. "I tried out for the cheerleading squad today. But so did Chichi Ouji. I heard that she has been the team captain for the past two years," she said in distaste.
Bardock smirked. "Then I believe that it's time for her to fall off her high horse, don't you think?" he asked with a raised brow. "She's a very obnoxious little thing," he said thoughtfully. "Nothing like her mother."
Bulma looked at him weirdly. "How do you know how her mother was? Did you know her personally to say that?"
"No-no of course not," Bardock said as he cleared his throat uncomfortably. He watched as his daughter shrugged and took his word for it.
"Daddy, what do you think of Vegeta Ouji, the son?"
Bardock shook his head and let out a heavy sigh, wrapping an arm around Bulma's slim shoulders. "He's a conceited little whelp. He's gotten your brother into a lot of trouble many times, but Kakarot, I'm sure, has done his fair share of trouble for that boy too. If he weren't an Ouji he'd make a fine man. Perfect for you," Bardock said with a carefree shrug.
Bulma sighed in disappointment. If Vegeta hadn't been an Ouji, he would have been perfect for her. Bah, he was an Ouji and he was perfect for her. She loved Vegeta, she had come to terms with that, and no one would separate them. Not even her father.
"Why so thoughtful?" her father asked.
"This is a hypothetical question, so please don't jump into any farfetched assumptions. I'm asking out of curiosity. What would you do if any of us, my brothers or I, were to fall for an Ouji, be it male or female?" she asked seriously.
Bardock stood straight and gazed at his baby daughter for a long moment, making her fidget under his stern gaze. "I would congratulate your brothers for being morons. They can have fun and even use the Ouji women for a good time, but to fall for them, well that's preposterous," he said with a loud and gruff chuckle.
"And me?" Bulma asked meekly.
Bardock's black eyes, the same black eyes that Goku had, narrowed slightly. "Don't even joke with that darling. You are too above any of the Ouji men. First off, I would send you right back to the all girls school you came from, or maybe even send you to an out of state school. Second of all, any Ouji male that dared to place a hand on you would have a very nasty end," he said darkly.
Bulma wanted so much to believe that he was just speaking out of overprotectiveness, but the look in his eyes told her that what he was saying was exactly what he would do. She smiled nervously, trying not to look nonplussed and turned to go.
Bardock watched her go with a frown on his face and shrugged it off. Maybe he had freaked her out with what he had said, but no Ouji had the right or the station to touch any of his children. And there was not yet a male to walk the earth that had the privilege to lay a hand on his daughter.
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A Week Later……
"Daddy would kill you if he found out that we are going out," Bulma said a bit hysterically.
Vegeta merely smirked and wrapped her in his arms. "Then that means that we have to be extra careful, doesn't it?" he drawled softly before claiming her lips in a kiss. "My father would probably disown me, but then he'd pat me on the back for messing with you and making your father angry. Sometimes I don't understand how their minds work."
"Sometimes?" Bulma grumbled. "Try all the time. So what did you want to tell me today?"
"I wanted you to ditch and spend the day with me. Unless you're not willing to make that kind of sacrifice," he said with a nonchalant shrug. Bulma grinned and pinched his cheeks, grinning as he swatted her hands away and rubbed his now red cheeks. "Careful with my face woman, you don't want to ruin my handsome features for the rest of my fans, do you?"
"Hmm, maybe, that way only I will be able to appreciate you for other than your handsome features," she mocked. "I don't know about ditching. I mean I have a test right now and tests count a lot towards our grades," she said with a pout.
"Well, then take your test and then fake a stomach ache or whatnot. I will wait for you here. How long will the test take?" he asked as he crossed his arms and leaned against their tree.
"About thirty minutes. I think I can do it in less time," Bulma said with a grin. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately. Then she turned and walked towards the building. "See you!"
Vegeta just flashed her a smirk and a wink and watched her leave. He would be waiting impatiently to see her again.
Bulma ran into her class just as the bell was ringing and grimaced as she started with her stomach-ache farce. She'd tell the teacher that she could take the test but that she wasn't feeling good. And since she had so far turned in all her work, hadn't missed one class, and was the top student in class, the teacher believed her.
She sat down took the test in record time and got up, having her words ready in her head. The teacher handed her a note for the nurse and Bulma left, nearly running down the hall towards where Vegeta was waiting for her.
She nearly ran a dark haired girl over in her haste, but Bulma just muttered an apology and kept on her way, never paying attention to who it was that she had almost hit.
Chichi's eyes narrowed and she wondered if the little slut was going off to meet with her brother Vegeta. She decided to follow and see if she was going to see him. She let out a few choice obscenities when she saw that Vegeta was waiting for Bulma by his car. When he saw the blue haired girl, he grabbed her around the waist and kissed her before pushing her into his car and they rode off together.
Chichi shook her head. Her brother was a fool. She ran to the library and got onto one of the computers. She just prayed that he received the letter today.
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A floor above, Zangya watched also when Vegeta had sped off with Bulma. She was typing on her laptop and she cursed inwardly. The Son whore was beating her to Vegeta and she couldn't have that. She opened her e-mail and began to type.
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Bardock sighed and turned to his computer when it made that little ringing sound that told him that he had new e-mail. He was waiting for an important letter of confirmation from a client. If he got it, then he would have one up over Vegeta Ouji sr. That would be a good victory indeed.
He opened a letter, but it was not the one he was waiting for. It was in fact anonymous. He debated as to opening it or not, but he did. His computers and his e-mail accounts had the most advanced protection against viruses. He read.
Dear Mr. Son,
Do you know where your daughter is and what she is doing? It should be wise for you to be more involved in what your offspring do. Especially when one in particular challenges your authority.
Bardock reread it with a frown and sat there tapping his pen on his desk. This note was basically about Bulma. His daughter would never lie to him though. Would she? She had always been his baby girl, he always spoiled her with everything she wanted, and she had never been in trouble or had never gotten bad grades. Aside from that, her brothers had always protected her and scared off any guys that had circled around her and tried something.
His sons were more than overprotective when it came to their baby sister. Bulma was the only thing left from his wife because of how much they looked like each other. He would do anything to protect her, and he would hurt anyone if they posed a threat to her.
But if she was lying to him about something……… he didn't know what he would do. Bardock let out a heavy sigh and stood, grabbing his coat. He cancelled all his appointments and left, making his way towards Orange Star High.
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Bulma grinned to herself as she stepped into her home. Funny, their butler was at the door once again. Maybe he had had to use the restroom last week at the same time. She had spent the best day with Vegeta.
They had gone to get lunch first and then they had spent the afternoon at the beach, talking, making out, and planning the next time they were able to see each other again. She walked up towards her room and dropped her things on the desk near the door.
There was a knock at her door and she opened it, only to slam it back closed again. But Goku was faster than her and he wedged his foot and shoulder in, grunting as she slammed the door against him.
"Go away," she snapped.
"We have been putting off a conversation for a very long time. Where were you today? You missed history," Goku snapped as he slammed the door closed. "You're still seeing him aren't you?"
Bulma eyed him angrily and threw off her school sweater in a huff. "I don't see how that's any of your business, but yes! Are you happy? Because no matter what you say to me I am still going to keep seeing him."
"Then you leave me no choice, I'm going to have to tell dad," Goku said as he made for the door and swung it wide open before making his way down to his father's study.
Bulma shook her head in horror. No! Her father would kill Vegeta! She ran after him and down the stairs, gripping his arm and halting him before he threw the door to the study open. "If you say something to him Kakaroto, I am gone. I will leave this place and run away and you will never see me again for the rest of your life," she growled, anger making her eyes flash dangerously.
Goku looked at her darkly. When ever Bulma or his father called him Kakaroto, they usually meant business. Dangerous business that would get him hurt or in trouble. Kakarot was just short for that name, and his brothers and father called him that. Goku was what his mother had called him, and now Bulma.
"No, you listen to me," he growled softly, taking a few threatening steps towards her, forcing her back. "I am not going to sit around and watch you ruin our family over a whim. This guy is just playing you, can't you see?" he grabbed her forearms and shook her roughly.
"Take your hands off me!" she yelled, twisting her arms and shoving him off with great strength, making him almost stumble backwards. Goku could've sworn that the room had begun to shake a little in her anger.
But she wasn't done with her ranting yet. "I will not be dictated to by my brother. You should understand me better than anyone Goku! We always got along and now with one guy, the first guy, that I like you are hounding me and pushing me to hate you!" she said as her eyes softened somewhat.
"I'm sorry Bulma-chan, but this is for your own safety," he said softly, turning towards the door.
Bulma's heart dropped and panic replaced the anger that she had been feeling. She relaxed somewhat when her brother walked back out with a scowl on his face. "Dad's not here, but I'm going outside to wait for him," he said as he side-stepped his sister and made his way towards the front door.
She cursed him loudly but Goku didn't stop. Bulma stood there for a moment and sniffed the air. There was something off. She couldn't quite place it, but there was something unnatural about the atmosphere around them.
Goku was almost at the door when she ran and caught up to him. Her fingers grazed his arm, but that was when everything went to hell. The room around them literally exploded and both Bulma and Goku were engulfed by smoke and flames as they were hurled into a wall.
The last thing Bulma saw was Goku's worried face as he threw himself over her as the ceiling began to crumble over them. Then they knew no more.
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Vegeta sat boredly, flipping through the channels of his flat-screen plasma TV. He passed about ten different channels that were reporting on the same incident about an explosion. He really didn't care much for what was happening until his sensitive ears picked up on two words
Son residence.
He backed up a few channels and found it. There was a helicopter flying above the still flaming wreckage, and nearly half of the mansion was gone. His eyes widening at the pictures he saw and at what the reporter on live was saying.
Reporter: Just a few minutes ago, the majestic home of imports and exports of expensive textiles Son Bardock was rocked by a massive explosion that took out nearly half of the expensive home. There were no fatalities, but our sources confirm that there were two hurt. Presumably the two youngest members of the Son family. A male and a female.
They were transferred immediately to the nearest hospital and as of yet we don't know in what condition they remain after this explosion. There are many speculations as to what caused it, but non are yet confirmed. Investigations are in order right at this moment.
A male and a female. It could only be Bulma. His heart jumped into his throat and he felt a wave of panic race through him, even as he tried to calm down. Vegeta jumped to his feet and pulled on a jacket and his boots. Then he ran out of his room and towards the garage to get his car.
He had to believe that nothing had happened to Bulma, because if she was hurt, there would be hell to pay.
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She groaned in pain and blinked groggily. What the hell had happened? The last thing she remembered was arguing with Goku and…… she had followed him to the door when everything had exploded around them. She looked around and noticed that she was in a room by herself.
Wait, was she dreaming? "Vegeta?" she asked quietly. No, it wasn't a dream or a hallucination.
He stepped over to her bed and pressed a kiss to her lips. "How are you?" he asked.
"I don't know," she replied truthfully. "What are you doing here? My brothers and my father won't be gone too long. You should go!" she pleaded quietly.
"I just had to see for myself that you were okay. I know I have to go. But before just explain to me what happened," he said, his face contorted into an unhappy frown.
Bulma smiled at the look on his face. "All I remember is arguing with Goku and then everything exploding around us. I don't remember seeing anything suspicious, so I have no idea what happened," she said as she caressed his face. Then her eyes widened in apprehension. "Goku. Where's Goku?" she asked frantically.
Vegeta shrugged and gave her a blank look. "I was only worried about you, so I have no clue as to what happened to him."
"I love the fact that you're here, worried about me, but please leave. I need to call someone who can give me information on my brother," she whispered frantically. Vegeta nodded and leaned over to press another gentle kiss to her lips, making her sigh softly in pleasure.
Then he pulled back and headed towards the window. The window? "What are you doing?" she asked with a frown. He merely smirked and pulled himself out of the window before disappearing. Bulma's eyes flew wide and she sat up slowly.
She winced when she caught a nasty pain over her ribcage and down her whole arm. Her body felt tender and she knew that she must have been bruised all over. She let out sigh when she found that her legs were perfectly moveable. She moved towards the door and pulled the blasted IV attached to her arm along with her.
She had a pounding headache and could feel tightly wrapped gauze over her forehead and around her head. She slowly walked out the door and made her way towards the nurses station. When the woman saw that she was up and about, she proceeded to give Bulma a lecture about her brush with death and how she had to be in bed.
"Can it lady! I want to see my brother. Now!" Bulma snapped angrily.
The nurse scowled at her and motioned towards a wheelchair. Bulma glared at her and the nurse sighed, defeated, and walked Bulma towards the room that was next to hers. She opened the door and ushered Bulma in.
"Bulma!" Turles and her father nearly yelled when they saw her making her way into the room. "What are you doing out of bed?" her father asked sternly.
"Raditz was supposed to be watching you," Turles said darkly.
"Oh lighten up! Maybe he had something important to do," Bulma snapped as she made her way to Goku's bedside. He looked even worse the wear. But then again, she hadn't seen herself in a mirror, so she didn't know what she looked like. There was a massive bruise on the left side of his face, his arm was in a cast and she was sure that the rest of his body was just as hurt.
"Has he woken up?" Bulma asked worriedly, glancing at her brother's peaceful face.
Bardock looked at the state his children were in and felt his insides tear up. They could have been killed tonight. He could've been mourning the loss of two more members of his family, and it would have killed him to do so.
"This is my entire fault. I know that the bomb was meant for me, but I never thought that it would endanger you all," he said as his voice wavered.
"Don't worry papa," Bulma whispered as she wrapped her arms around him, wincing as her body argued with her and let her knew that she really was hurt. "We're okay. Nothing happened but a few scrapes and bruises."
"Your brother and you hadn't woken up for nearly five hours now. I wish I could have been there with you when you opened your eyes, Bulma-chan," he murmured as he engulfed her in a gentle hug and kissed the top of her head.
"I'm okay, papa. Don't worry about me and let's focus on my brother," she said as her voice broke and she gazed at his unconscious form. "What happened? You said that it had been a bomb?" she asked as he stirred her over towards the couch and made her sit down.
Bardock nodded. "Turles and Raditz arrived just in time to see the living room explode. Had it come from the kitchen, they would have smelled the gas, but what they got was a putrid stench of explosives and the powder used for bombs. This was no accident, it was a murder attempt." He growled dangerously.
Bulma looked up when Raditz ran into the room, face panicked. He calmed down some when he saw that Bulma was there, but he looked sheepish at the look on his father's face. "Raditz," she whimpered as he kneeled in front of her and wrapped his great arms around her.
"Oh lil blue. For a moment there I thought I had lost you. You and Kakarot were buried under debris and all burned and bleeding. I didn't know what to think. What to—" he couldn't continue. Bulma pressed a kiss to his cheek and smiled.
"I'm fine, and don't worry, because Goku will be fine too," she said with a positive smile. "I know why you left the room too," she said with a happy smile.
Raditz looked at her coolly and smirked in return. "I knew that that surprise would be better than any flowers or balloons," he murmured into her ear. Then they turned to their father. "Who could have possibly done this to them?" he asked their father.
"I wasn't willing to think that he would stoop this low as to harm my children. But I have to place Ouji at the top of my suspect list. If I find out that he had something to do with this, there will be hell to pay. There is no one else that I can think of."
"You can't point fingers so quickly daddy," Bulma said quietly. "What if it wasn't him?"
Turles' eyes narrowed. "He's the biggest enemy we have now, B-chan," he snapped.
"Until I find a lead as to who did this, I want you all to stay away from the Ouji family. Don't look at them, don't argue with them. Be it at school of out of school, or even on the street. Don't even so much as look at them. Am I clear?" Bardock asked seriously.
"Yes," the three conscious members of the Son family said in unison.
Bulma refused to believe that Vegeta's father would be capable of doing something so vile to her family. No, it was impossible. She felt like crying. Crying for her brother, and crying for herself. If her father found out that she was going out with an Ouji, he would……
Raditz wiped away a tear that had trailed down her cheek. The look in his eyes told her that he understood that she wasn't exactly crying for their brother.
Things were getting worse and worse for her and Vegeta.
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A shapely female clad in all black stepped out of the darkness and handed a man a thick manila envelope to him. "I think you exaggerated a bit with the explosion, but it worked to scare them a bit."
"I knew that you would like it, regardless of how loud the pop was. You paid me for a good job done, and that was one of my masterpieces," the main said evilly.
The woman chuckled. "I wanted to scare them, not kill them."
"Do not complain, m'lady. This is going to cost Bardock a nice sum of money, and if you are lucky, he may move his family out of the country."
"No, Son Bardock is too much of a warrior to do that. I know. He will not run, but he will fight. It comes with the territory and with being a different species. He will most likely blame Ouji for this. But it's done and in the end it turned out better than I thought. Things for the Son family are not going to get any easier," she said with a soft chuckle.
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Well now, things aren't getting good, are they? Can it be the Vegeta sr. is trying to kill the Sons? Well, I won't tell you guys that just yet. So things are getting tight for Veggie and Bulma, what will they do now?
Thanks for taking the time to read my fic and for waiting patiently for this new chapter. I don't know when I'll update again, but now that I have my imagination on a role, I think it'll be soon. Have a great week!
Byebye
!Joey!