Disclaimer: I am not the creator of DBZ, otherwise I would've been rich and be continuing the series. *Looks at her life* Lucky Akira...
THANK YOU ALL FOR UNDERSTANDING MY SITUATION! I'M SO SO SO SO, SOOOOOO SORRY I HAD TO KEEP THIS CHAPTER AWAY FROM YOU GUYS, BUT I PROMISE THAT IT'LL BE WORTH IT!
Characters may act OOC at times.
"Why the fucking HELL did you do that you bastard!" Bulma screeched as she pounded her fists at the flame-haired saiyan's chest. "What the fuck is your problem?" Little beads of frustration formed on her brow.
Growing irritated with her fit, Vegeta scowled as he caught both of her wrists with his hands and pulled her close. The blue-haired minx froze when she was pulled to his chest, but quickly began pulling on her trapped wrists, growling while doing so.
"Let me go! I don't want to be anywhere near you!" She hissed as she continued to resist against him.
This only resulted in Vegeta's grip becoming tighter. "Calm down, half-breed." He growled, his tail bristling behind him. He stiffened when she stopped resisting and looked up at him, those deep blue wells staring past his own ebony ones.
"Why'd you attack that guy?" She questioned, her voice demanding a straight answer.
The pure-blooded saiyan didn't respond. To be honest, he didn't know either. Why should he care that another man was dancing with this bitch? It's not as if she was his. Kami, he would've killed himself, go to hell, and get ripped apart their before he even allows himself to get mated to a halfling. A hot, sexy, smart- Vegeta inwardly growled. What the hell is wrong with him?
"Hello?" Bulma said, getting irritated. "I asked you a question, and I'll be fucking damned if I don't get my answer!" She hissed.
Snapping back to the real world, he shoved the blue-haired beauty and bared his teeth. "You have no right to demand anything from me, Wench. I'm more superior than you, hell, everyone on this planet is more superior than you!" He let out a cruel smirk. "All because they're full-breeds-" A slap resounded throughout the now silent room.
Bulma's eyes were down, her hair making a curtain from herself and the world around her. Underneath her cerulean hair, her blue eyes were as blank as grey ones and her face as pale as a fish's belly. Her hand, still in midair, was trembling, but no sobs were heard. Before anyone could stop her, she ran out of the lounge, slamming the door quite harshly.
ChiChi frowned as she stared at the closed door. Bulma... She and the bubbly saiyan next to her whipped their heads to the flame-haired saiyan's still turned head and bit their lower lips as their faces turned an awful amount of red.
You bastard... They thought with gritted teeth as they shot up from their spot and marched towards him, stepping in perfect unison. The time the two brunettes were in front of the man, they each raised a hand and slapped him on either side of his face.
"Arrogant asshole," He heard his sister hiss, "How dare you say something so callous to her! I should slaughter your ass!" Everyone leaned away from the steaming female saiyan. Never, in her entire life, has their cheerful and childish friend ever curse before, at least, they never heard her until now.
"Jump off your fucking rainbow, Kumiko. There's no use to keep going when there's no gold on the other end." He growled.
(A/N Someone told me that when I defended someone's artwork. I just wanted too...)
Rosa's eyes narrowed as she took a menacing step forward. Jabbing a finger into her twin's chest, she said, in a low tone, "I'll jump the fuck off when you get off your damn high horse!" She raised her arms above her head and clenched the air above her. "You're so damn arrogant and full of yourselfthat you don't even realize that you're nothing you make yourself out to be!"
Vegeta's eyes grew dark at her words, but the female was oblivious to the saiyan's building rage.
"You say that you need no one while you're struggling to hold yourself up! You shunned people out of your life when all they want to do is help you out! You shut yourself completely off with the rest of the world ever since mom and dad left us." Rosa finished, panting.
The silence that filled the room was deafening as the tension between the two siblings grew with each breath that was took in the lounge. A few minutes of silence passed and the female twin began to worry about her brother. Why wasn't he responding? Did she actually hurt his feelings?
Before she could even ask what's wrong, she felt her slightly younger sibling nudge her out of the way and towards the VIP booth exit. Without turning his back for one last word, he slammed the door.
Bulma ran down the stairs of the club and rushed past the crowd. She had to get out of here, she didn't want anyone to see her in such a vulnerable state. She bit her lips as she felt sobs build up in her throat. No, she will not cry over something like him.
Pushing and shoving past the growing crowd os saiyans and humans alike, she struggled to make a clear path towards the exit. I don't understand why I can't just blow all of these fuckers out of my way. She thought with a growl as she was pushed back back a crowd of men. Great.
"Where you going, babe?" A musky smelling one purred as he attempted to wrap an arm around her. He frowned when she moved away. "Hey," He grunted as he tried the same move again.
Bulma slapped the offending limb away as she scowled. "Leave me the fuck alone you fowl smelling freak." She curled her nose in disgust for effect. "You reek of alcohol and BO." The surrounding men snickered at her remark, making a small smirk tug on the edge of her lips.
A glare from the forward man brought the others to stay quiet before he redirected his gaze to the bluenette. He felt a nerve pop when he saw her smug smirk. "You think this is so fucking funny, don't you?"
She smirked. "Why yes, I very much do. Stupid question to ask, though." She taunted. Despite her early rage, this was such a fun reliever.
The insulted, drunk saiyan growled as he clenched his fists. "It may be against my morals," Bulma snorted, "to hit a lady," A dark look appeared in his eyes. "but you're the exception." An incredulous look shone in her eyes before she quickly closed them and covered her face, waiting for the blow to hit her. Tick...tok...tick...tok- Where's the pain?
Peeking an eye open, she was surprised to be facing that arrogant, flame-haired asshole instead of the drunk man that was trying to hit on her. Blinking her eyes to the ground, she found who she expected. She winced when she saw his battered face. Did...did Vegeta beat this shit up? In the back of her mind, a small voice shouted 'duh, you idiot', but was quickly ignored. It didn't matter that he practically killed the crap out of that drunk retard, but one thing did.
Why did he? He shouldn't care...right?
He humiliated me in public and made my life a living hell. He doesn't care, he can't. He threatened to end my existence. She thought with furrowed eyebrows. As far as she gathered, Vegeta is a man who still believes in the older day's laws. She respects that, but him wanting to end her kinds race? He's like the Hitler of now. But he still defended me. She blinked.
This was beyond confusing to her.
"I could've handled them myself." She grumbled as she crossed her arms at the saiyan in front of her. "It would've been child's play."
Snorting, the flame-haired teacher turned his head to scowl at her before copying her stance. "It was nothing more than child's play for me, but it would've killed you if you had to try."
Bulma feigned hurt as she put a hand hovering over her heart. "Then thank Kami that I didn't try!" A sly look crossed her eye as a smirk danced onto her lips. "But did I hear a hint of worry in the big, bad, Vegeta's voice? Don't tell me he actually cares!"
Rolling his eyes, he merely muttered a 'baka onna' before walking towards the exit. He only stopped midway to crane his neck at her and shout over the blaring music, "You coming?" before resuming his way towards the club entrance.
A curious blue brow rose on the azure-colored hair beauty as she cautiously followed behind. What was with this guy anyway? One minute he's all pissed at her, the next he rescues her and wants to walk her home. She scowled. Is he PMSing or something?
"So why the sudden change of heart?" She question once catching up with him.
"No one said that I don't still disgust your very existence." He hissed at her with narrowed eyes. "What I'm doing is absolutely meaningless, like why half-breeds should exist."
Doesn't show. "Sure." Bulma responded with a roll of her eyes. A grunt was her only reply before they walked onto the empty parking lot. On the way towards his car, the blue-saiyan kept her eyes glued onto the full-breed in front of her. What game are you playing, she thought with a bite of her lip. No matter. Whatever it is, I'm going to figure it out.
He humiliated me in public and made my life a living hell. He doesn't care, he can't. He threatened to end my existence. She thought with furrowed eyebrows. As far as she gathered, Vegeta is a man who still believes in the older day's laws. She respects that, but him wanting to end her "kind's" race? He's like the Hitler of now. But he still defended me. She blinked.
This was beyond confusing to her.
"I could've handled them myself." She grumbled as she crossed her arms at the saiyan in front of her. "It would've been child's play."
Snorting, the flame-haired teacher turned his head to scowl at her before copying her stance. "It was nothing more than child's play for me, but it would've killed you if you had to try."
Bulma feigned hurt as she put a hand hovering over her heart. "Then thank Kami that I didn't try!" A sly look crossed her eye as a smirk danced onto her lips. "But did I hear a hint of worry in the big, bad, Vegeta's voice? Don't tell me he actually cares!"
Rolling his eyes, he merely muttered a 'baka onna' before walking towards the exit. He only stopped midway to crane his neck at her and shout over the blaring music, "You coming?" before resuming his way towards the club entrance.
A curious blue brow rose on the azure-colored hair beauty as she cautiously followed behind. What was with this guy anyway? One minute he's all pissed at her, the next he rescues her and wants to walk her home. She scowled. Is he PMSing or something?
"So why the sudden change of heart?" She question once catching up with him.
"No one said that I don't still disgust your very existence." He hissed at her with narrowed eyes. "What I'm doing is absolutely meaningless, like why half-breeds should exist."
Doesn't show. "Sure." Bulma responded with a roll of her eyes. A grunt was her only reply before they walked onto the empty parking lot. On the way towards his car, the blue-saiyan kept her eyes glued onto the full-breed in front of her. What game are you playing, she thought with a bite of her lip. No matter. Whatever it is, I'm going to figure it out.
"What do you mean they're gone!" Rosa and ChiChi screeched.
Amaranthia winced as she unpluged her fingers from her ears. "I mean exactly what I said, dimshits." She grumbled. "They aren't around the club anywhere, and me and 17 already checked the security cams and it showed that Vegeta left with blue chick."
She crossed her arms as a scowl presented itself on her features. "Kami, you guys are still fucking loud." She looked over to the spiky-haired man and the blonde. "Do you guys carry earplugs with you, or are you deaf? Becuase I can't understand why the fucking hell anyone would stand these two without blowing their fucking brains out!"
A frown creased on both saiyans as they looked disappointedly at the spunky female. "I strongly encourage you to not insult our ma- women," Paxton cursed himself for the slip, "If you don't want to end up permentaly paralyzed." He said, his voice strong yet cold, oblivious to the panicked look in his girlfriend's eyes.
A challenging look crossed the black-red-haired saiyan as she narrowed her violet eyes. "Oh? Is that a threat?"
Paxton mimicked the saiyan's actions with his dark blue eyes. "It's a promise, girly."
Rosa fainted. Her boyfriend's dead.
No one, and she means no one calls Amaranthia girly and lives to tell the tale. The ruthless saiyan's eyes still glaring, she took a menacing step forward as she jabbed a finger into the blonde hybrid's chest.
"Listen, you pathetic excuse for a warrior," Paxton's expression hardened. "I don't give a flying fuck about you, but I'm in this for Bulma's sake. So I suggest you don't screw up your only chances of getting that girl right." Her gaze softened in the slightest manner. "Kami knows how much she needs something good to happen to her."
The fainted saiyaness on the ground sprung back to life as she stared at her high school friend in awe. Was that remorse she heard in her voice? Just to make sure she wasn't dreaming, the brunette pinched herself on the cheek. She cringed at the pain as she rubbed the sore with her hand. Nope, she wasn't imagining this.
I guess time changes everything. A slight smile formed on her face. Even the toughest of things.
"Enough of this shit," She heard her say.
Turning her head, she raised an eyebrow at the violet-eyed saiyan. "What?"
Ignoring the question from her past hench-woman, she turned around and walked towards the exit. "I'm going! Me and 17 have more things to do rather than stay here and worry about where the fuck those two horny saiyans went off to."
Rosa shook her head degradingly. "Just because you're not getting laid now, does not mean that you can't help your poor virgin friend out."
A shrug was her only response from the devious female. "Not my fault the girl needs a good lay. I tried to hook her up with that Yamcha guy in high school, but she wanted to stay single." She clicked her tongue. "I never had him, considering 17 is the only man that was inside me, but from others I heard he was a good fuck."
Everyone in the room cringed their nose in disgust. "Too much info, Ama." ChiChi gagged out.
"I know." She smirked before disappearing out the VIP door.
"Could you slow down!" Bulma hissed as she clenched onto the car seat she sat on. "This can't be legal!" She stole a few glances to her left and wanted to growl at the uncaring face Vegeta sported, but was too scared to move. This man was a speed devil, something that she used to thrill about. She was surprised that he didn't lose his license yet.
"Slow down!" She screeched again, her knuckles turning white from holding the seatbelt too tight. "I'm too young and pretty to die this way!" Not to mention it's a pathetic death.
The flame-haired teacher gnashed his teeth together as he shot her a quick glance of annoyance. "Shut the fuck up, you baka. Unless you want your death to happen right now, I suggest you tape your fucking mouth shut."
Glaring, but taking heed of his warning, she snapped her jaw shut and narrowed her eyes as she resumed sitting silent in the speeding car. She wanted to desperately ridicule that jackass next to her, but he's the one driving, she's just the person that goes down with him if something happens.
"You are so lucky that I can't go over there and whoop your ass." She cried out through clenched teeth.
"Too bad this ass is too good for you." The driving saiyan said with a smirk. "And I suggest you shut up, can't get distracted or we'll get into an accident."
Growling lowly, the saiyan hybrid snapped her jaw before resuming looking forward at the road, her grip on her seatbelt not loosening one bit. God, I pray, if I don't live through this, please don't make me go to hell with this...saiyan. Closing her eyes, she waited for the pain of being burned and broken bones to take effect.
"We're here."
The bluenette snapped her eyes open in surprise at his voice and looked forward to see a familiar looking house-Wait, that'll be an understatement. Mansion is what she meant to say. Moving shaky fingers towards the belt that kept her alive this long, she unbuckled herself and slowly moved out of the car.
My legs are still wobbling damn it! "I don't r-remember the car st-stopping." Great, not only is she still shaking, but apparently she lost her voice as well. Number Two on To-Do list: Never get in the car with this devil.
"What are we doing here?" She said in a more clear, yet wobbly voice. Her tail bristled as she let out a growl when she heard the taunting laugh the pure-breed in front of her released. It was just a question! What's so funny about that? "What's so damn funny?"
Smirking arrogantly, the young saiyan released a scoff. "I shouldn't waste any explanations to you. Half-breeds probably wouldn't get it."
Clenching her hands into fists at her sides, she barked out, "Enough with the 'half-breed' talk! I'm of the same race as you, as well as another. I see no sense as to why you should insult your own kind!" Her eyes sent daggers his way. "Besides, a full-breed like you couldn't even organize his own damn papers that he had to hire the help of moi."
How much she wanted to smack herself for that one. Though shares the same blood as the full-breed in front of her, she still was no match for him. And besides that fact, he did look a little...intimidating. Within just a few seconds, she was pinned against a the hood of the car, her arms above her head, and a callous hand wrapped around her delicate neck.
Now she really wanted to beat the crap out of herself.
"I suggest you watch what you say, Woman." Vegeta growled lowly. His face was so close to hers, she breathed in his exhaled breaths. "I could easily snap your neck and end your pitiful life right now." She gasped when she felt his grip tighten.
"Then why not?" She choked out through clenched teeth. "You had many opportunities in the past, but you didn't go through with them. And now, you have the same opportunity, but yet you hesitate."
"Shut up," The flame-haired saiyan growled out. "Are you asking me to kill you? Make your existence end in this world?" He's questions were said in a bitter tone.
"Are you saying yes?" She bravely said without thinking. It took only a moment or two before the bluenette realized what she said. She closed her eyes and awaited the blow that would end her life. Then, she felt it. She yelped out, but out of surprise. Why wasn't she experiencing any pain?
Timidly opening her eyes, she found herself sitting on the ground with the pure-blooded saiyan towering over her petite figure. Raising a questioning brow, she gasped when she felt his callous hand wrap around her slim wrist and haul her up to her feet.
"Go inside, it's going to be cold tonight." With a swift turn, he unlocked his door and disappeared inside, leaving a confused Bulma to gather her thoughts.
What...why... She thought while putting a hand to her head. Her mind was swirling with mixed emotions and bewildered thoughts. Why didn't he do anything? He was given another chance to kill me, but didn't go for it? It's obvious that he has a deep hatred towards my "kind", but still... She shook her head. This was just too much for her to handle.
Besides, she had another problem to deal with. Her eyes narrowed as she slowly made her way towards the warm entrance. Her friends were trying to get her and Veg-dick together. She knew their plan, she wasn't a dense baka like Goku, but why? She saw no purpose as to why someone would waste their efforts into getting two people who passionately feel malice for each other, together.
My friends are so complex to understand.
With that last thought, she entered the warm home, only to given another confusing, yet appealing sight. "WHAT THE HELL?"
(A/N I could soooo just leave you guys at this, but I made you wait too long.)
There, standing before her, was the sexiest chest she's ever seen. Oh my Kami...She swore she had some drool dripping down her lip. Her diamond eyes scanned up and down the bare upper body with hungry eyes as she felt her knees buckle. Every muscle was evident and sculpted with perfection. His abs -My Kami his abs- she could wash her clothes on them. And- Wait...
She snapped out of her trance. Who exactly was she staring at? Looking up at the face of the sexy man's body, she almost wanted to scream. Her eyes widened in surprise as she put a hand over her mouth to keep in any noises. She took it back, no matter how undeniably his hawt bod is, she takes it back. Never would she call this prick sexy.
Ne-ver.
"WHERE'S YOUR SHIRT?" She screamed as she hurriedly, though disappointed, shed her eyes away from the sight. "You said it's going to be cold didn't you?" Was it her or was it hot in there? Maybe that's why he took off his shirt, her mind reasoned. Desperately wanting to believe it, she wasn't naive.
"Well if you haven't notice, Woman," Vegeta started with a scowl, "This is my house, so I get to do whatever the fuck Iwant." He then smirked. "But you seem to be uncomfortable," He moved towards her and put his hands on his hips, "Why's that?"
Blushing, the blue-haired onna looked away from him, trying to ignore their closeness. "Well you are undressing while I'm here, so if anyone would be in my position, I'm pretty sure they would've felt the same."
The fire-shaped man didn't stop advancing. "Really," he purred, "I don't think you're telling the truth." He pressed his body against hers and took a deep breath. His smirk widened. "And I also think your body is telling me something else."
The hybrid fidgeted from his touch and merely growled in reply. "Get off me?" Why did that come out as a question? Why did she sound so unsure?
"Are you asking me?" Vegeta taunted, inching his face closer to the blushing half-saiyan. This little creature in front of him was so amusing to be around. Such entertainment must not be wasted.
Baring her teeth at him, despite her jaw trembling, she ignored the invasion of her personal space and glared daggers at the man. Though filled with deep hatred, the full-saiyan had to admit, she was damn right sexy when she's mad. Her eyes sparkled with her inner fire, making her already dazzling blue wells even more stunning. Her pearly teeth bared at him resembled much of a female dog protecting her pups. Somehow making him turned on.
He was snapped out of his thoughts when he felt something brush against his lips. He looked down at the tomato face of the blue-haired beauty and realized just how close they were. Just one slight movement and their lips would be touching.
Eyes focusing on their closeness, Bulma managed out, "V-Veg-" Whatever else she had to say was muffled when she felt a pair of soft lips descend upon hers. The taste was heavenly. Her mind on Cloud Nine, she gradually pushed her lips against his in reply and slowly crept her arms around his neck, her hands getting lost in his thick mane.
About to progress further, they were (un)fortunately a voice pulled them away.
"WAAHH!"
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