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Fame II

The Way Home

The way home was as long as it was quiet. Bulma stared out the window while Vegeta stared straight ahead not wanting to speak a word. She breathed hard. What was it about them that kept them in constant arguing and fighting? Why did it always have to be like this? She wasn't asking him to give her the world; all she wanted was a reason. It wasn't that hard. She already had hers. She wanted to help him find his but her heart wouldn't allow her to. They had been together long enough for him to realize what their relationship was about. Unless he expected them to dead-end sometime soon, he should've discovered the reason already. There was no need for her to have to help him find it

"You're going too fast" she broke the silence

"It's a sixty five" he replied keeping the speed of the car. She turned away from the window leaning towards him to read the MPH meter

"It's a forty five and you're going seventy" she stared at him for a second before turning to look out the window again. He opened his mouth to speak but grunted instead having nothing to say. She was right. He was going seventy on a forty five at three o'clock in the morning…not the best time to get pulled over by a cop anyhow…

Vegeta finally pulled in the street where both their houses were settled. The sight before them was unusual. There was a car parked on the sidewalk of the Ouji mansion, a light was on in one of the front rooms and it looked like there were people moving about the quarters. Who is still up at this time Bulma wondered as they pulled in the driveway in his big Escalade

"Are you staying over tonight?" she asked. He turned the engine off

"My father's home" he said with a cold scowl. Bulma nod thoughtful

"I see" she replied "I'm just gonna go home then" she added

"Fine" he agreed. She stared into his eyes

"I know we have our differences" she cupped his face in her hand "but I need you to figure us out on your own" she added leaning in to capture his lips in a short kiss. Vegeta watched with a shadowy expression as she turned away to step out of the car. Their differences seemed to be the source of their every day disputes, he was extremely aware of that. Still, he had done more to show feelings this year than he had ever done in a lifetime. If she didn't know the reason by now then what was the point of degrading himself? What was the point of leaving his pride aside to understand her, to please her, to try and fulfill her dearest desires? What was it worth? He grunted in frustration staring at the dim lighted room inside the house. With all the security sources that the house retained the only two people that could be awake and about within it were his parents. But why were they still awake at this time of the morning? He sighed mentally armoring himself for what was to come. Whether it was an embarrassing sight or a dreadful one, he was sure of one thing: he wasn't going to like it at all…

-&-

"Vegeta" Vegeta's mother called worriedly as her son walked in the door. She stood from the couch ready to talk but her husband cut her off

"We need to talk, son" he announced standing from the couch now. Vegeta rolled his eyes obviously not in the mood

"You can save your parental blabber. Then again that would make you a good father-"

"You insolent brat-"

"Stop it, both of you" Vegeta's mother interfered exhausted. The men turned to her

"This has gone far enough" she added infuriated "Vegeta, there isn't a right way to say this" she looked into the eyes of her young one

"It was a decision that your mother and I both examined thoroughly" his father continued on the same line. Vegeta breathed profoundly looking into his mother's eyes

"Your father and I are going to file for a divorce" she announced "it will be final by the end of this week" she further said. Vegeta frowned hard

"Is that all?" he attempted to cover the hurt and was doing wonderfully at it. The couple exchanged looks

"Well yeah" his mother talked "we just thought it'd be better to tell you now. Your father will be moving out the next couple of days and-"

"I didn't ask for further details" he cut off sharing a last menacing look with his father before turning away and resuming his steps towards the stairs of the large mansion

"You think he's ok?" his mother quickly inquired as their son disappeared out the room

"He's a tough guy. He can handle it…"

The Day Begins…

Chichi struggled to open her eyes feeling her eyelids weigh about a pound each. The light of morning quickly blurred her sight as she narrowed her eyes to try and keep them open. She groaned. What the hell happened? The party got wilder and louder, she was on the dance floor enjoying herself with Goku and the next thing she knew they were in bed unable to get out. She placed a hand on her forehead

"Kame" she whispered letting her head roll to the side where she spotted Goku's naked body aside hers, his muscular ass being what was only visible to her. She hugged the bed covers tightly. A sharp pain in between her thighs took over as she attempted to scoot to the side of the bed. She moaned in complaint immediately covering her mouth with one hand afraid of waking him up. Goku, however, was a deep sleeper; he could sleep through anything like a baby and therefore didn't budge. She breathed out with a sad expression…

All this time they had struggled not to do it. It seemed like they would be able to get out of the awkward place that their relationship, due to the issue, had fallen into. Then it happened; when they least expected it took over them proving them weak to their prevalent desires, wrong to their assumptions and to what they strongly believed in. It seemed impossible to bear. They had nothing to show for that would ever make it good enough.

She sighed again staring at the ceiling in deep thought. What had last night been about? What did they take from it? They did nothing but satiate the longing for each other AND lost the battle to do the right thing. Doing the right thing was the firm base of their relationship. What now? They had gone against the invisible odds they had created to themselves to keep each other from falling into temptation; they lost; it was like working hard to settle for first place and end up falling third. One wasn't strong enough to hold out; the other one wasn't willing enough, what to do? How would this shape their relationship? Him, her? Where would they go from here?

Goku shifted bringing her attention to him. He groaned widening his eyes to have a clearer view of the woman laying aside him

"Hey" his voice was a mere whisper. She stared into his sleepy eyes

"Hey" she greeted. He breathed profoundly

"Are you ok?" he questioned shyly. She nodded

"Not too bad" she replied "I've been up for a while" she added. He raised a brow

"Doing what?" he yawned. She sighed

"Thinking" she cleared her throat "about this" she signaled them with her hands "I don't know, Goku" she started

"You don't know what?" he asked innocently

"I don't know if it was right" she confessed "I mean look at us. We talked about not having sex until we felt it was right. You think this was the right moment to do it? Drunk off our asses, horny as hell, having no clue of what we were doing and-"

"But Chichi-"

"Because I don't think so" her eyes welled up with tears. Goku swallowed staring down with guilt written all over his face. Although she was the one who insisted they engaged in the act, he should've been the responsible one and hold out. If there was one thing he learned about being drunk was that you always regret what you did in the morning if you could barely put thoughts together when you were drunk. He mentally kicked himself. He should've known better. She sniffled breaking his thoughts

"I wanted it to be something special like after a nice dinner or my birthday or one of our anniversaries even" she sniffled again. He breathed out obviously hurt

"I'm sorry" he looked away scooting over to the side of the bed where he sat up in deep thought. Making love to her had been a rewarding experience; regardless of what state of mind they were in, it had been special to him. It felt like it revealed everything he deeply felt but couldn't explain, or write, or describe or speak out loud; he was able to let it out, to show her, to make her feel it too. He felt the desire in her, the love, the care, the willingness to completely give herself to him, the way she trusted him entirely. Her words hurt. She wanted it to be 'special'; it was as if she was taking for granted what had perhaps been the most memorable experience he had shared with her. He stared at the ground gloomily…

Chichi stared at his bare back her cheeks moist from the tears she had shed. She turned away, immediately feeling in the wrong. All she wanted was special. A special place, a special time, a special moment; but how could she expect that? Goku was an exceptional man after all and they weren't an ordinary couple, expecting ordinary experiences was like asking a pear tree to bare apples…impossible…

The black haired woman reconsidered her argument. She scooted over to the side where Goku remained seated spreading her legs to where each would fall to each side of him. She rested her cheek against his naked warm back embracing her arms around him

"You do love me?" she asked remorseful. He let a soft smile cross his features

"Yes" he replied with honesty. She kissed his skin

"Working with what life gives me is not so easy, you know? I love controlling most of what I can-"

"I know-"

"So settling for something that I didn't plan on makes me a bit paranoid-"

"I'll say-"

"I guess I'm really begging for forgiveness here. I didn't consider you and me, I only considered myself" she confessed. He tilted his head to the side looking back at most of her

"Sure" he whispered "just know this wasn't a vain thing we did. It meant a lot to me" he added. She kissed his lips

"It meant a lot to me too although I'm sure it would mean more if we did it when we're sober" she mentioned. He raised a brow suggestively

"Really?" he asked with a big smile

"Of course" she asserted. He turned on her so he could lie on top and in between her legs. He then held his body up in a push up form as she cupped his face in her hands gently. She smiled admiring his facial features

"I'm in love with you" she whispered staring into his eyes

"Me too" he kissed her thrusting in her at the same time. She moaned in pain as he thrust out and back in her again. Her nails dug into the naked skin of his back

"Don't you dare stop" she warned. He groaned some as he drove in her a third time. She was still tight after the first night, typical, but definitely more painful when not drunk

"I won't" his breath trembled on her skin as the couple began a second round of their powerful love-making…

Bulma's House

"So they're divorcing?" Bulma asked as her and Vegeta sat next to each other on her bed, her legs resting over his muscular thighs. He let his upper body rest on her bed, holding himself up on his elbows

"Are you ok?" she asked beneath furrowed brows

"I'm fine" he assured with his usual cold tone. She sighed. Her attempts to make him talk were futile, why did she even bother? It was obvious he didn't want to talk about it

"Does she get to keep the house?" she attempted to keep the focus off the divorce part of the issue. He nod once

"She's selling it at the end of the school year" he said shortly

"I see" she nodded "where is she moving to?" she questioned again. He breathed out annoyed. The woman was testing his patience. Divulging information about his life was something that he was not too fond of and didn't expect anybody to want to know about in return

"New York" he said plainly

"Oh good" she tried to cheer up the conversation "I'm gonna be in New York next semester. Maybe I can drop by whenever I have time" she suggested. He shrugged his shoulders careless

"What about your dad?" she continued "where is he-"

"I don't know" he cut her off pissed. She frowned

"Vegeta" she looked into his eyes sternly "I know this sucks and I am sorry-"

"Don't be" he sat up standing from the bed quickly. She stood along with him the couple closely breathing into each others faces now

"Don't be mad at me for trying to help you" she started "I love you. I won't go away just because you want me to-"

"Yeah well this isn't your shit to deal with now is it?" the darkness in his eyes seemed to fade replaced by an agonizing anger that she had truly never seen before. She swallowed hard

"It would be if you would just let me-"

"Forget it" he walked past her. She frowned

"You want to deal with your shit on your own? Go right ahead" she turned to face him as he did the same "I give up, Vegeta. I'm tired of you turning your back on me" she said bitterly. He frowned hard

"I've put up with your shit. I'm tired of that" he spat at her

"Then why are you still with me!" she raised her voice angrily "I'm not forcing you to stay" she lowered her tone now. He stared into her eyes, silent, examining her deep ocean gaze. Never did she look more beautiful than when she was raging mad. Nevertheless, beautiful wasn't enough to hold him this time

"I have to go-" he started but was immediately cut off by her

"Please do. I need you to" she turned her back on him now. Not a second went by before she heard the door close behind her. She breathed out flopping down on her bed and grabbing one of her pillows to hug tightly against her chest. Another fight didn't surprise her but his state of mind deeply worried her. Being there for him took so much out of her. She was beginning to wonder if she was going to be enough to help him through this. All she needed was for him to trust her. Why couldn't he do that? Where did she go wrong? What was it about him that made him so skeptical? She breathed out in frustration. You found a nice one, Bulma Briefs she spoke to herself. He would come around, she knew that. Whether he would trust her or not was the real question for it would determine what their relationship consisted of; it would determine whether they were going somewhere or nowhere at all…

18's Place

"This is a tough job!" 18 swiped the sweat off her forehead with the back of her hand, a yellow dry towel on hand. She and Raditz were washing their cars today. They had started with Raditz's red mustang, planning to move on to her silver Mercedes next, both cars parked in the driveway of 18's large mansion

"It is" Raditz spoke now swiping his hands off his towel "we're almost done though" he wiped the rims and tires of the car with Armor - All. 18 breathed out exhausted

"I'm done with my side" she said letting herself fall on the soft, warm grass arms and legs spread out. He stood straight

"No way!" he protested

"Yes way" she smiled proudly. He walked around the car, taking a close peek at the side she was in charge of. It looked amazing, shiny, incredibly clean and sparkly. She had done an exceptional job

"Not bad" he complimented looking back at her. She sat up

"What? Like it could've been a bad job" she scoffed "not possible" she added arrogantly. He narrowed his eyes at her

"You cocky…little…brat" he began walking towards her slowly with the big white hose on hand. A playful expression took over his features as he dangerously approached her. She got in position to start running

"Don't do it!" she stood now. He followed as she stepped backwards not knowing what was behind her

"Oh yeah, you deserve it for being a snob" he justified. She screamed turning in a swift movement and running as far away from him as she humanly could. He jogged some and tackled her, the couple falling on the grass hard, him on top of her. He sat on her with a leg on each side of her. She squealed moving against him attempting to break free

"Stop it! You're hurting me!" she giggled loudly as he presented the hose in front of them

"You already played that card on me. What's up, blondie? Can't come up with anything that'll get you out of this? Cause unless you do" he pointed the hose at her "you're getting it" he threatened. She giggled some more

"No! Wait! Let's make a deal. Can we make a deal? I promise it will benefit both of us" she suggested. He thought for a second

"You can't, actually" he smirked evilly "I don't bargain with my enemy" he let go of the hole, the water covering her entirely. She covered her face giggling even louder than before. She tried to break loose again but wasn't successful. His grip was too strong

"Raditz wins!" he claimed victorious. 18 turned the hose in his hands the object facing him completely now. Too busy celebrating; she managed to get almost all of him wet

"Sneaky are we?" he turned the artifact away from both of them "ahh not too wet but not too dry. Just right" he leaned on her. She smiled entangling her hands in his hair

"You're so sexy" she kissed him

"There had to be something that made you fall for me" he insisted. She giggled softly the couple engaging in another kiss. From a distance, their old friend watched...

-&-

Krillin stood still, watching as the blonde haired beauty played with his used to be best friend. He missed her. Her sweet vanilla scented hair; her beautiful blue stare. He didn't get it. He had her in his arms just yesterday; he was kissing her and hugging her and feeling her warm skin with his bare hands; he was running his fingers through her silky hair and looking into her eyes.

Today she was giving that pleasure to another guy; a guy that happened to know what these moments meant to him, his 'used to be' best friend. He couldn't quite place what pain went with what. He didn't know whether the fact that they seemed not to care about his feelings hurt more than the fact that they had both lied to him, betrayed his trust and broke his heart.

Krillin looked away from them taking care of the trash he was assigned to dispose of this day. His father came out of the house and stared at a distance spotting the incident that Krillin had just found himself with

"Ain't that…that's Raditz!" his father exclaimed "haven't seen him in a while" he added drinking a sip of beer. Krillin put the trash down looking back at the happy couple

"The kid's gotten stronger. Look at him!" Krillin's father continued "he could crush that woman had he wanted to" he shook his head "say that's Gero's daughter 18" he turned to Krillin "mind me, haven't seen her in a while either" he looked at the couple again. Krillin sighed gloomily. His father tsked

"Life ain't fair, Krill. It'd be all too easy if it was" he said, both men headed back inside the house...

Goku's House

(Giggles) "Are you sure he's not home?" Chichi and Goku sneaked in the house their clothes lazily put together being that they were thinking of taking them off pretty soon. Goku shook his head

"He's not, his car isn't here" he assured. Chichi giggled some more

"Ok. Let's go" she ordered, the pair running down the hall as fast as they could in order to avoid his grandparents. They stepped in his room quietly. As soon as Goku closed the door behind him, Chichi jumped on him. He caught her with ease his open palms pressing her rear against his shaft

"Let's go on the bed" she whispered desperate running her fingers through his hair as his lips took her neck hostage. Goku stumbled about the room until reaching the piece of furniture they both so desired. Once there he let her fall on the mattress, jumping on her hoarsely and enticing a scream from her

"Need you in me" she cupped his face in her hands as he struggled to pull his pants down

"I gotta…I can't…I have to-" a loud 'rip' suddenly interrupted his actions. They froze, a wide smile on Chichi's face

"I'll buy you new ones" she ripped off the other half. Goku responded with a low growl

"Let's go…"

Bulma's House

"Why you're awfully studious today!" Bulma's mother exclaimed in her usual cheery tone as she walked in Bulma's room. Bulma looked away from her book

"Not studious, just reading" she corrected. Her mother sat on the edge of her bed

"Is something wrong dear?" the older woman questioned suspicious. Bulma frowned. Why was it that her mother always knew when something was going on with her?

"No" she lied "not really" she shook her head

"Come on, Bulma" she tsked offended "talk to me" she added in her motherly ways

"Fine" the girl gave up "Vegeta and I had kind of a nasty fight. He hasn't called me since. It's past eight o'clock" she looked at the clock on her night table. Bulma's mother breathed profoundly

"You and that boy are always getting into these predicaments" she commented. Bulma sighed out

"I wasn't asking for your discretion, mother, I was asking for your guidance" she clarified. The woman smiled wide

"Oh" she giggled "I see" she giggled some more. Bulma rolled her eyes. She wasn't in the mood to eat, sleep, study or watch TV. Even less was she on the mood for her mother's ditzy-ness

"Have you tried calling?" she asked. She sighed

"I don't want to call him. He's the one that's at fault, not me" she frowned. Her mother shook her head

"You have to put your pride aside" she stood from the bed "for the one you love, you should" she finished leaning in to kiss her forehead

"Good night" her mother smiled at her one last time before heading towards the exit of the room. Bulma stared straight ahead. Maybe her mother was right. Pride was the big wall standing between her and him right now. Stubborn even with her shadow, Bulma decided to leave it. If he loved her enough, he'd come. If he…loved her…at all…

End of CH6. Ok, I'm done here gotta get back to Ch.7. I hope you enjoyed. Please R/R. This is one of my most important chapters so please do review if you have the chance... Read me later!