Hmm, I gather that you guys liked the last chapter? Guess what?........
There is a surprise for everyone in this chapter. I guess my evil streak is
over, and now I'm turning into a softy. I wont keep you guys any longer,
and by the way, thank you for the reviews for the last chapter.
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ or any of the DBZ characters used in this fanfic
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Betrayal
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Four girls stepped out of a black Escalade with revolving rims, and a sound system that was bumping 50 Cent's P.I.M.P, to a point that the windows should have burst. They walked across the street and down a little further, being that the parking on that block was full.
"I like the look of this party," Chichi said as they looked at the house that was also bumping great music and that had many people arriving and going inside.
"Yeah, you need to keep in touch with this ex of yours B, if he has parties often, then we can get invited to all of them," 18 said as she ran a hand through her hair and winked at a cute guy that passed by her and gave her a look over.
Bulma rolled her eyes at her friends and sighed, "Do I look ok?" she asked them.
"Are you worried about looking good for Turles? He's been in love with you since he met you, what makes you think that he's not now?" Maron asked with a giggle.
"It's not Turles the one I want to look good for," she murmured with a smirk before she walked ahead of them and entered the house.
All three of the other women gasped and ran after her, questioning Bulma about her words, but not getting anymore information. There were many people already there, the drinks were of a wide variety, and there was also food.
Bulma walked over to the host of the party and smiled as he leaned down to give her a peck on the cheek. "Nice party you have going on," she said as she looked around at all the people that were enjoying themselves.
He smiled, "Anything to drink?" he asked as he pointed to a table that had many bottles of beer, tequila, vodka, and many others. "Or if you don't want any alcohol, I have some juice bottles in the fridge," he said.
She nodded, "I'll take a juice. I have cut back on drinking, at least for a while," she said as they walked to his kitchen to get her drink.
"You look great!" he complimented. "I like what you've done with your hair."
Bulma smiled, "Thank you," she said as she opened a bottle of Snapple and drank. She had worked exceptionally hard on her looks, specifically for Vegeta. She just hoped that the ingrate would appreciate it.
The pink streaks that she had done almost a week before, had been washable, so they were gone. Instead, she had put in some white extensions to contrast with her aqua locks, then she had it done into temporary dreadlocks that were tied into two pony tails.
She was wearing a tight, white shirt with long sleeves and black glittering stones that spelled 'Thunderbolt' across her bosom and had thunder shapes on the sleeves. Her pants were black and they had drawstrings at the bottom so that the pant legs wrinkled. Aside from that, she was wearing a pair of calf high boots with needle thin heels.
"How are things at the shop?" Bulma asked as they walked back outside.
"Sometimes sales are slow, but every time you or Vegeta race, people seem to rain in to get what you guys have," he said cheerfully.
Bulma nodded and looked towards the door that 18 was motioning to. She sighed softly and watched as Vegeta walked in, dressed in all black, jeans, tank, dress shirt, and boots. He looked too scrumptious for words.
Turles also followed her line of vision and frowned as he watched them stare at each other. The way Vegeta looked at her for the space of five seconds, made him think that maybe she was right and the other guy had finally changed his ways.
"If you need privacy, you can use the laundry room, I doubt there will be people there and no one will bother you," Turles leaned down to murmur. He would have said his bedroom, but he didn't trust them with a bed in the room and the small fact that they were going to get back together.
His words made her smile, but to the eyes of other people, it looked as if he were sweet talking her in the ear. Vegeta's face had darkened very visibly and he had gone over to grab himself a beer.
"I think I'll let him get a bit buzzed before I talk to him. He'll be much more agreeable then," Bulma snickered lightly.
Turles nodded, "Take care sweetheart, and watch out for the drunk guys. Sometimes they can get a little out of hand," he said as he pecked her cheek and then walked away.
Bulma walked over to Raditz and hugged him tightly, "How have you been? I hadn't seen you in days!" she said excitedly.
Raditz nodded, "I've been really busy, but I'm back and ready to help you and Vegeta get back together," he whispered mischievously.
"Leave that to me, I'm going to do it tonight," she whispered with a happy grin.
"I suggest you do it now, before SHE gets to him. I expressly remember that Vegeta said that he was looking forward to getting drunk tonight. Deidra will use that to her advantage if you don't," Raditz said as he pointed to the scandalously dressed girl that had just entered.
"I'm not letting that little ho get in between Vegeta and me again. Before she does I'll tear her hair out," Bulma hissed darkly.
Raditz smirked. "Why aren't you drinking?" he asked.
"I want to be sober for when I speak to him. I want to clear up everything and be in an agreeable mood. Sometimes when I get drunk, most of the time I get pissed at small things, and with Vegeta, I'll be pissed at the first words that come out of his mouth."
The tall man nodded in understanding, "Alright sweetheart, if you'll excuse me, I have a date with a bottle of Bacardi and a beautiful blue haired woman that has captured my heart," he said as he looked at Maron.
Bulma smiled and nodded, "Don't break her heart Raditz, she's like a sister to me, be nice to her," Bulma said as she poked him in the chest.
"Don't worry about that. I just feel that if I allow myself to care too much, she'll break my heart," he whispered as Maron turned to look at him and sent him a sweet smile.
"She won't. Maron likes you a lot, now go over there and tell her how you feel," Bulma said almost in a command. "For your info, she really likes yellow roses. So next time, buy her a dozen of yellow roses."
He smiled and scooped over to hug her small form tightly. "Thanks doll. You're a real friend. Now follow your own advice and take your cute little rump over to get back with the Veg-man. He's been miserable without you," Raditz whispered.
Bulma looked over to Vegeta and noticed that he was sitting on a couch, with what was probably his third beer in his hand, and Deidra comfortably in his lap. "Not again," she growled to herself.
"Not whhhhhaaaaattt agaiiiinnnn sweeeettttyyyy?" an unknown guy slurred as he came up behind Bulma and wrapped an arm around her shoulders.
"Get your hands off me jackass!" she yelled as she pushed him away from her. She was not in the mood to deal with guys that felt like groping her for the hell of it.
"Oh, c'mon!" he said as he grabbed her wrists and tried to kiss her. He was much taller and stronger than her, so she had trouble as she tried to pull away.
"LET ME GO, YOU CREEP!" she yelled into his ear as she twisted his arm, and then pulled, flipping him onto the floor. The guy hit the floor with a large thud, and people started to 'oohhh' and laugh at the guy. One of his friends walked over to her and grabbed her from behind.
All of a sudden his weight was lifted off of her and Bulma winced as she heard the sound of a fist against flesh. When she looked up, Vegeta had the other guy on the floor and was about to keep pounding the hell out of him, but she held his arm.
"Don't kill him Vegeta. He and his friend will be hurting enough when they sober up, and they won't even remember," she said as she pulled him away.
"You alright?" Vegeta asked in a monotone.
She smiled at him and nodded, which seemed to confuse him much because she hadn't talked to him in a few weeks. "Yeah, thank you," she said as she leaned over and pecked him on the cheek.
Vegeta blinked at her, "What are you doing?" he asked slowly, thinking that maybe the alcohol was making him imagine things.
"Just thanking you," she said with a light shrug. He nodded and walked away before she could say another word to him. Bulma stomped her foot childishly and watched him until he sat back down.
The little witch resumed her position on his lap and began to cuddle on him, while Vegeta didn't bother to touch her or push her off of him. That didn't do anything to make her feel better, Bulma had had enough of Deidra. She squared her shoulders, threw her dreads over her shoulders and walked towards them.
Bulma grabbed a handful of Deidra's spikes and pulled her with all her strength, releasing her and making her land with a hard thud on the floor. Vegeta looked up at her in surprise, and then Bulma watched as his face formed into an amused smirk.
"Can we talk?" she asked him softly, fluttering long lashes to help her case.
He sighed and thought it over for a moment, watching as she looked at him in annoyance and tapped her foot. "Where to?" he asked as he stood.
Bulma took his hand in hers and walked towards the kitchen, through a small hall and then to the laundry room, knowing exactly where everything was in that house. When they entered the small room, Bulma shut and locked the door.
"What did you want to talk about?" he asked as he stuck his hands in his pockets and stifled a yawn. "Because I really don't want to hear you screech at me for something that you won't even let me defend myself."
"Shut up and listen, Vegeta........ I don't want to be away from you anymore. Will you explain to me what happened that night?" she asked him softly, blue eyes wide and pleading.
"Why are you bothering with this now? It's been what, almost a month, and you didn't want to hear anything that came from me?" he asked as he scowled lightly. "Besides, last I heard, you were enjoying your time with that idiot, Turles," he nearly snarled.
"I went out with him once. And that one time, I let him know that I didn't want him. That I wanted you," she whispered softly.
"That's not what I heard," he said darkly.
"Are you really going to believe anything that Deidra says? She's a conniving bitch that wants to keep us away!"
"Was it true that you spent the night with him that night of the race last month, when you kissed Kakarot?"
Bulma frowned. "Yes, I spent the night."
"And you blasted me for what I did with-......"
She cut off his angry words with a raised hand. "I spent the night, but nothing happened. I got drunk and fell asleep on his couch. He let me cry on his shoulder. Listened to me rant, curse, and cry about you, and what I bastard I thought you were."
He sighed, trying to calm the wave of jealousy that lashed through him. "But you just assumed on what you saw. You didn't even let me explain anything. Though I doubt that you would have believed me," he said quietly.
"You must understand that I was angry and hurting. Physically and emotionally. Even if it wasn't your fault, I'm an emotional woman and I felt betrayed after what I saw. It was the same way you felt when you saw me with Turles and Kakarot, I know. But now I'm here, and I want to hear you, I'm asking you to explain to me what happened," she said with a sigh.
Vegeta looked her over slowly, and smirked lightly. "You promise not to explode on me until you have heard everything?"
Bulma nodded, "It better not be anything too bad, or else I will be tempted to regret this chance I'm giving you," she said as she hauled herself up to sit on top of the washer.
Vegeta sighed, "Ok, that night, after we had the fight, she somehow found out about it. She came over and tried to con me into sleeping with her."
"I swear I want to strangle that little bitch," Bulma grumbled darkly.
Vegeta rolled his eyes. "I had been drinking and I was pissed, so I was tempted to do what I thought you were doing to me, which deep down, I knew you weren't doing. But when we were on my bed, I suddenly thought of your words, that you had trusted me even with my reputation. As I looked at her, I knew that I couldn't disappoint you, even if I was angry with you. I tried to push her off me, but that is when you walked in."
Bulma sighed deeply, "I was on my way to your place after Turles convinced me to pick you over him. There was a missed call on my cell phone from your cell. I thought that maybe you wanted to talk about what had happened and that you wanted me to come over," she said angrily.
"She did plan it, that ho. I can't believe this shit! I went to the bathroom for a few seconds, and when I came out, she was placing my cell phone on the table. She said that it had beeped and she was curious as to why," he snarled as he slammed a hand over the dryer.
"And we fell into her game like dumb-asses," Bulma laughed softly.
"I don't know about you, but I am no dumb-ass," he said smugly.
"Is this your way of getting back with me?" she asked as she crossed her arms over her chest and huffed. "You're not too good with this relationship stuff, you know."
"I may not be good with relationship stuff, but I have other things in mind when it comes to us getting together," he whispered as he walked over to her and pulled her face down quickly for a lustful kiss.
"And here I thought that you hadn't missed me," she murmured as she wrapped her arms around his neck after they pulled away, and pressed herself to him.
"All I miss is getting laid. Do you know how hard it is to remain celibate when you look as good as I do?" he asked her with a chuckle.
Bulma scoffed indignantly, smacking him on the chest. "Just for that remark you won't get laid for the next week."
"Says who?" Vegeta asked.
"Says me." She smiled darkly. "So........ we're back together?"
Vegeta chuckled and nodded. "Yeah, I have something for you too. But right about now, I want something from you first," he murmured as he brought her face down for another kiss.
"What might that be?" she breathed against his lips.
"We've been away from each other for more than a month. Do you really have to ask?"
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Vegeta walked with Bulma back to the party a LONG while later. They sat close to each other on a couch and had fun for the remainder of the long party. It was way past two in the morning, and Turles, Brolly, Raditz, Kakarot and the rest of their friends had very much gotten drunk and they were all telling stories and laughing loudly.
Bulma yawned softly and laid her head on Vegeta's shoulder, watching him down a shot of Bacardi. "What are you going to do tomorrow?" she asked as she ran a hand up and down his thigh.
Vegeta tried to ignore her small hand so close to his crotch and he swallowed hard, taking a large gulp of his mixed drink. "I have many things to do. I need to go out of the city for a few hours to visit one of my uncles. He wants me to help him fix his car. He is just about the only person in my family that I speak to, aside from my sister."
She nodded. "That's cool, that way I know you won't be lonely. I'm going to be shopping all day with my aunt, so I wouldn't have stayed with you, even if I wanted to," she said with a pouty smile.
Vegeta smirked and pulled her to him for a kiss, sucking her lips as she tried not to whimper against him. "I want you, woman," he breathed against her ear, running his tongue over her lobe.
"Again?" she asked playfully. "You did miss me, didn't you?" she grinned as she ran her hands through his thick hair.
"Damn right, and I won't let you do this to me again. I'll go crazy if you leave me without getting laid for another month," he chuckled softly as he finished his drink, and continued on another.
"I bet you would," she giggled, then she stood. "Come on, I'll drive," she said as she offered him a hand.
"I don't need you to help me stand and walk, weakling," he slurred a bit as he stood and wrapped a possessive arm around her waist. They nearly tilted side-ways with Vegeta's heavy weight. "But wait 'til you see what you're driving."
"You have my Spider for me?" Bulma asked with a grin.
"Maybe," he whispered as he licked her jaw.
Bulma giggled lightly, and they nearly fell once again, when Vegeta missed the last step when they got outside. "You are drunk like a motherfu- ......." she trailed off when her name was called. She recognized the voice, the voice like acid. "What the hell do you want?"
Deidra walked over with a smug look on her face. Turles was walking after her, pale, and afraid. Why would he possibly look afraid? Her question was about to be answered.
"Going somewhere?" Deidra asked.
"Yeah, I'm going home to fuck Vegeta," Bulma said with a smirk. Besides her, the man mentioned snickered. Bulma rolled her eyes, he was funny when he was drunk.
The other woman's smug look died on her face. "Well, if I couldn't take Vegeta from you, there are still many other ways for me to make you suffer. Turles baby, would you like to come clean, or should I?" she asked sweetly.
"You wouldn't be able to come clean even if you spent a week in the shower. Dirty little ho. Don't think I don't know about your ploy to make me think that Vegeta was with you that night," Bulma said with a scowl. Vegeta was being a bad influence on her.
"Bulma please, don't listen to anything she has to say!" Turles said as he came to stand in front of her, a look of grief on his face.
Deidra laughed at the look on Turles' face. "I am about to open my mouth because you went back on our deal. You idiot, you handed her right back to Vegeta on a silver platter, when you let her 'choose'. But it doesn't matter." She turned to Bulma. "Do you remember when selfless little Turles told you to go to Vegeta, that he wouldn't make you choose between them?"
"What the hell is she talking about?" Bulma asked Turles in confusion. How could that woman possibly know about their conversation when they had been on the roof of the garage.
"You really don't understand? Well, let me explain. Turles was present when you had a fight with Vegeta at his shop, remember? After that, he paid a little visit to me. We both came up with a plan, that if I was able to get Vegeta into some compromising position, you would be guaranteed to see us. And see us you did."
Bulma looked up at Turles, ignoring the low growl that came from the man in her arms. "Is what she saying true?" she asked softly.
Turles looked at Bulma and shook his head slowly, feeling his heart break at the hurt look in her wide, beautiful eyes. "I'm so sorry, Bulma." He lowered his eyes, and then his head in shame.
"See, I told you he was a no good bastard," Vegeta slurred.
"Shut up, Vegeta," Bulma hissed. Then she turned to Turles. "I can't believe that you would do this to me. I loved you once, but you knew, that now I felt for Vegeta what I once felt for you. How could you be such a hypocrite? I trusted you, you were one of my best friends!"
"Bulma, I love you!" Turles whispered desperately. "All is fair in love and war, you can't blame me for wanting to get you back!"
Vegeta snorted. Bulma elbowed him in the gut. "All is not fair, especially when you knew that I didn't love you anymore. This wouldn't hurt so much if I hadn't known you for so long, but I do, and you have disappointed me," she whispered sadly.
"Please, forgive me?" he said as he dropped to his knees in front of her and wrapped his arms around her waist.
"I can't Turles. But what I still can't grasp, is that you lowered yourself to her level," Bulma pointed at Deidra, "How could you do this to me? Were you aware that because of what you two did, I almost died in that car crash?"
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry! Forgive me please, I wouldn't be able to live with the fact that you hate me. I love you Bulma, I really do love you. Please don't hate me," Turles pleaded as he hugged her waist, tears leaking out of his closed eyes.
"You lied to me," Bulma said softly, hurt wavering her voice.
"But..... but I stepped aside so that you could get back with him!" he said pleadingly. "Please don't hate me!"
"I don't hate you Turles, but you let me down, and I will never again trust you. Our friendship, as of now, is over. I don't want to see you, I don't want you to call me. And I don't want to trade words with you for a very long time." The last part were said as her voice cracked, and her eyes watered.
"Stay the hell away from my woman, punk-bitch." Vegeta had to put in his two cents.
"Vegeta, what the hell is a punk-bitch?" Bulma snapped at him. He merely smirked and shrugged drunkenly. She pushed Turles away from her, and turned to Deidra. "Are you happy now? Hurt me you did, but at least I still have Vegeta, and knowing that you will never again have him in your life, more than makes up for the hurt."
"You know," Vegeta started absently, watching as Turles dejectedly stood and walked back into his house. "I never fucked her. She did things to me, and you know what things I mean, but I never touched her like that. Even when she begged while she was on her knees in front of me," he laughed, almost losing his balance.
"Are you serious?" Bulma asked with wide eyes, a smile tugging at her lips. Vegeta nodded.
"He's lying!" Deidra yelled. "He's drunk and you know that what he is saying isn't true!"
"Kids and drunks never lie." Bulma laughed loudly, lowering her tone when Vegeta winced and gripped his head with one hand. "You really are one bitter bitch. But it's alright because I have the chance to tell you that he is a hell of a lover. Too bad you'll never know."
Deidra growled. "This isn't over. If I can't have Vegeta, then I will not let you have him either. I will find a way to keep you apart. Mark my words," she threatened.
"I'll be waiting. I'm not scared of you," Bulma said darkly.
"Let's go, I will do to you, what she has begged me to do to her, all night long......" Vegeta said with a wry smirk.
"Or until you pass out," Bulma said with a shake of her head.
"This isn't over!" Deidra screamed, then she marched back towards the house.
Bulma turned to walk away with Vegeta clinging to her drunkenly. She stopped when her name was called again. It was Chichi, and 18. "What's up?" she asked as she wiped away the remnant tears, and turned to her friends.
"Are you leaving already?" Chichi asked with a grin.
"Yeah, I need to get his drunk ass to bed," Bulma said as she nodded towards Vegeta, who was smirking at the thought of getting him to bed, and including her with him. "Go ahead and take the Escalade, but take care of it, its my other baby, and it better not have a scratch on it." She handed the keys to 18, being that Chichi was looking tipsy.
"We'll see you tomorrow in the morning then," 18 said with a wink.
"Make it noon. Vegeta is going to have a major hangover, and he'll probably be in a more than grouchy mood," Bulma said as she looked at the scowling man next to her. "See ya, and remember, don't drink and drive," she said seriously.
"We won't. Besides, I'm the designated driver. We called rocks, paper, scissors. And I lost to Chi, Maron, Raditz, and Kakarot." 18 sounded peeved.
Bulma smiled and waved as she and Vegeta began to walk to where he was telling her to go. They stopped in front of a black, Mitsubishi Spider, with the paint job done in spiderwebs over the black, the seats were gray with black webs, and even the steering wheel had the same design.
Everything about it screamed speed. It looked remarkable, now that it was complete. But what caught her attention the most, was that in the middle of the steering wheel, and the dashboard, the word 'Thunderbolt' was written in letters similar to silver thunder bolts.
Vegeta handed her the key, and smirked. "I kept my word, and I am paying off my bet. So now I will call mine in. As of right now, you will do all that I want for the next twenty-four hours," he said lustily.
"After this gift, I will gladly oblige!" Bulma said as she opened the door and helped Vegeta's drunk-ass sit without falling. Then she ran over to the driver's side and got in. The engine purred to life, and Bulma laughed in glee. "Let's go to my place!"
"Anywhere you want," Vegeta murmured before he leaned his head on the window and fell asleep.
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Bulma yawned and stretched her cramped muscles. She felt to her side, but she found that Vegeta was gone. She sighed and sat up, feeling sore all over. Vegeta had been a hell of a lot wilder while he had been so drunk. But she hadn't really minded. Not at all.
She found a note taped to her mirror, and she walked over to read it. It was obviously from Vegeta. It read:
'We will stop the bet for the time being. But when I return, we will continue the remaining hours that you owe me. I will call you later. Stay out of trouble.'
Bulma laughed softly. "That shows how much you really know me." She grabbed her robe and walked into her bathroom. She took a quick, relaxing shower, and then walked back out.
She grabbed her phone and dialed. "Chi, are you ready?............ Have you called 18, and Maron?........... Alright, that's good. Then I will meet you in an hour, like we agreed........ make sure no one follows you." She hung up and walked to her closet.
Bulma sighed and took out a black jumpsuit that was baggy and hid her prominent curves, and a pair of tall, black, leather boots. She dressed quickly, and then fixed her hair into a tight bun. She left off the make- up, except for some lip gloss, and then grabbed a belt from a box that was hidden in her closet.
She clasped it around her hips, and then walked into her bathroom, towards the toilet. She removed the lid that covered the pump, and brought out a black box that was hidden inside.
Bulma opened the box, and sighed. Hopefully she wouldn't be needing them. She took out the two guns from the box, and then placed them into their holsters on the belt. She looked herself in the mirror and smirked. She was dressed to kill, though she hoped that it really didn't have to get to that.
Her control with guns had come, even against her father's wishes. She had wanted to learn how to use them, and she had been trained and she practiced at the firing ranges back home. And in the racing world, one could never be too safe, especially when there was a psycho threatening to kill you.
Bulma grabbed her leather jacket, and put it on as she walked out her room. It hid the guns perfectly from view. She grabbed a different phone from her regular one, her keys, and a capsule from a box that was in a drawer.
Then she walked out the door, and towards her brand new Spider. She revved the engine, and then made a sharp U-turn, driving off towards her destination. She just expected that everything went the way they had planned.
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Where is Bulma going? And where is our Veggie? Stay tuned and I promise that I will update next week if you guys let me know what you thought about this chapter. It is already done, and I have no problem now in updating at least once a week. Have a good weekend, and stay safe!
Bye-bye
!Joey!
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ or any of the DBZ characters used in this fanfic
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Betrayal
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Four girls stepped out of a black Escalade with revolving rims, and a sound system that was bumping 50 Cent's P.I.M.P, to a point that the windows should have burst. They walked across the street and down a little further, being that the parking on that block was full.
"I like the look of this party," Chichi said as they looked at the house that was also bumping great music and that had many people arriving and going inside.
"Yeah, you need to keep in touch with this ex of yours B, if he has parties often, then we can get invited to all of them," 18 said as she ran a hand through her hair and winked at a cute guy that passed by her and gave her a look over.
Bulma rolled her eyes at her friends and sighed, "Do I look ok?" she asked them.
"Are you worried about looking good for Turles? He's been in love with you since he met you, what makes you think that he's not now?" Maron asked with a giggle.
"It's not Turles the one I want to look good for," she murmured with a smirk before she walked ahead of them and entered the house.
All three of the other women gasped and ran after her, questioning Bulma about her words, but not getting anymore information. There were many people already there, the drinks were of a wide variety, and there was also food.
Bulma walked over to the host of the party and smiled as he leaned down to give her a peck on the cheek. "Nice party you have going on," she said as she looked around at all the people that were enjoying themselves.
He smiled, "Anything to drink?" he asked as he pointed to a table that had many bottles of beer, tequila, vodka, and many others. "Or if you don't want any alcohol, I have some juice bottles in the fridge," he said.
She nodded, "I'll take a juice. I have cut back on drinking, at least for a while," she said as they walked to his kitchen to get her drink.
"You look great!" he complimented. "I like what you've done with your hair."
Bulma smiled, "Thank you," she said as she opened a bottle of Snapple and drank. She had worked exceptionally hard on her looks, specifically for Vegeta. She just hoped that the ingrate would appreciate it.
The pink streaks that she had done almost a week before, had been washable, so they were gone. Instead, she had put in some white extensions to contrast with her aqua locks, then she had it done into temporary dreadlocks that were tied into two pony tails.
She was wearing a tight, white shirt with long sleeves and black glittering stones that spelled 'Thunderbolt' across her bosom and had thunder shapes on the sleeves. Her pants were black and they had drawstrings at the bottom so that the pant legs wrinkled. Aside from that, she was wearing a pair of calf high boots with needle thin heels.
"How are things at the shop?" Bulma asked as they walked back outside.
"Sometimes sales are slow, but every time you or Vegeta race, people seem to rain in to get what you guys have," he said cheerfully.
Bulma nodded and looked towards the door that 18 was motioning to. She sighed softly and watched as Vegeta walked in, dressed in all black, jeans, tank, dress shirt, and boots. He looked too scrumptious for words.
Turles also followed her line of vision and frowned as he watched them stare at each other. The way Vegeta looked at her for the space of five seconds, made him think that maybe she was right and the other guy had finally changed his ways.
"If you need privacy, you can use the laundry room, I doubt there will be people there and no one will bother you," Turles leaned down to murmur. He would have said his bedroom, but he didn't trust them with a bed in the room and the small fact that they were going to get back together.
His words made her smile, but to the eyes of other people, it looked as if he were sweet talking her in the ear. Vegeta's face had darkened very visibly and he had gone over to grab himself a beer.
"I think I'll let him get a bit buzzed before I talk to him. He'll be much more agreeable then," Bulma snickered lightly.
Turles nodded, "Take care sweetheart, and watch out for the drunk guys. Sometimes they can get a little out of hand," he said as he pecked her cheek and then walked away.
Bulma walked over to Raditz and hugged him tightly, "How have you been? I hadn't seen you in days!" she said excitedly.
Raditz nodded, "I've been really busy, but I'm back and ready to help you and Vegeta get back together," he whispered mischievously.
"Leave that to me, I'm going to do it tonight," she whispered with a happy grin.
"I suggest you do it now, before SHE gets to him. I expressly remember that Vegeta said that he was looking forward to getting drunk tonight. Deidra will use that to her advantage if you don't," Raditz said as he pointed to the scandalously dressed girl that had just entered.
"I'm not letting that little ho get in between Vegeta and me again. Before she does I'll tear her hair out," Bulma hissed darkly.
Raditz smirked. "Why aren't you drinking?" he asked.
"I want to be sober for when I speak to him. I want to clear up everything and be in an agreeable mood. Sometimes when I get drunk, most of the time I get pissed at small things, and with Vegeta, I'll be pissed at the first words that come out of his mouth."
The tall man nodded in understanding, "Alright sweetheart, if you'll excuse me, I have a date with a bottle of Bacardi and a beautiful blue haired woman that has captured my heart," he said as he looked at Maron.
Bulma smiled and nodded, "Don't break her heart Raditz, she's like a sister to me, be nice to her," Bulma said as she poked him in the chest.
"Don't worry about that. I just feel that if I allow myself to care too much, she'll break my heart," he whispered as Maron turned to look at him and sent him a sweet smile.
"She won't. Maron likes you a lot, now go over there and tell her how you feel," Bulma said almost in a command. "For your info, she really likes yellow roses. So next time, buy her a dozen of yellow roses."
He smiled and scooped over to hug her small form tightly. "Thanks doll. You're a real friend. Now follow your own advice and take your cute little rump over to get back with the Veg-man. He's been miserable without you," Raditz whispered.
Bulma looked over to Vegeta and noticed that he was sitting on a couch, with what was probably his third beer in his hand, and Deidra comfortably in his lap. "Not again," she growled to herself.
"Not whhhhhaaaaattt agaiiiinnnn sweeeettttyyyy?" an unknown guy slurred as he came up behind Bulma and wrapped an arm around her shoulders.
"Get your hands off me jackass!" she yelled as she pushed him away from her. She was not in the mood to deal with guys that felt like groping her for the hell of it.
"Oh, c'mon!" he said as he grabbed her wrists and tried to kiss her. He was much taller and stronger than her, so she had trouble as she tried to pull away.
"LET ME GO, YOU CREEP!" she yelled into his ear as she twisted his arm, and then pulled, flipping him onto the floor. The guy hit the floor with a large thud, and people started to 'oohhh' and laugh at the guy. One of his friends walked over to her and grabbed her from behind.
All of a sudden his weight was lifted off of her and Bulma winced as she heard the sound of a fist against flesh. When she looked up, Vegeta had the other guy on the floor and was about to keep pounding the hell out of him, but she held his arm.
"Don't kill him Vegeta. He and his friend will be hurting enough when they sober up, and they won't even remember," she said as she pulled him away.
"You alright?" Vegeta asked in a monotone.
She smiled at him and nodded, which seemed to confuse him much because she hadn't talked to him in a few weeks. "Yeah, thank you," she said as she leaned over and pecked him on the cheek.
Vegeta blinked at her, "What are you doing?" he asked slowly, thinking that maybe the alcohol was making him imagine things.
"Just thanking you," she said with a light shrug. He nodded and walked away before she could say another word to him. Bulma stomped her foot childishly and watched him until he sat back down.
The little witch resumed her position on his lap and began to cuddle on him, while Vegeta didn't bother to touch her or push her off of him. That didn't do anything to make her feel better, Bulma had had enough of Deidra. She squared her shoulders, threw her dreads over her shoulders and walked towards them.
Bulma grabbed a handful of Deidra's spikes and pulled her with all her strength, releasing her and making her land with a hard thud on the floor. Vegeta looked up at her in surprise, and then Bulma watched as his face formed into an amused smirk.
"Can we talk?" she asked him softly, fluttering long lashes to help her case.
He sighed and thought it over for a moment, watching as she looked at him in annoyance and tapped her foot. "Where to?" he asked as he stood.
Bulma took his hand in hers and walked towards the kitchen, through a small hall and then to the laundry room, knowing exactly where everything was in that house. When they entered the small room, Bulma shut and locked the door.
"What did you want to talk about?" he asked as he stuck his hands in his pockets and stifled a yawn. "Because I really don't want to hear you screech at me for something that you won't even let me defend myself."
"Shut up and listen, Vegeta........ I don't want to be away from you anymore. Will you explain to me what happened that night?" she asked him softly, blue eyes wide and pleading.
"Why are you bothering with this now? It's been what, almost a month, and you didn't want to hear anything that came from me?" he asked as he scowled lightly. "Besides, last I heard, you were enjoying your time with that idiot, Turles," he nearly snarled.
"I went out with him once. And that one time, I let him know that I didn't want him. That I wanted you," she whispered softly.
"That's not what I heard," he said darkly.
"Are you really going to believe anything that Deidra says? She's a conniving bitch that wants to keep us away!"
"Was it true that you spent the night with him that night of the race last month, when you kissed Kakarot?"
Bulma frowned. "Yes, I spent the night."
"And you blasted me for what I did with-......"
She cut off his angry words with a raised hand. "I spent the night, but nothing happened. I got drunk and fell asleep on his couch. He let me cry on his shoulder. Listened to me rant, curse, and cry about you, and what I bastard I thought you were."
He sighed, trying to calm the wave of jealousy that lashed through him. "But you just assumed on what you saw. You didn't even let me explain anything. Though I doubt that you would have believed me," he said quietly.
"You must understand that I was angry and hurting. Physically and emotionally. Even if it wasn't your fault, I'm an emotional woman and I felt betrayed after what I saw. It was the same way you felt when you saw me with Turles and Kakarot, I know. But now I'm here, and I want to hear you, I'm asking you to explain to me what happened," she said with a sigh.
Vegeta looked her over slowly, and smirked lightly. "You promise not to explode on me until you have heard everything?"
Bulma nodded, "It better not be anything too bad, or else I will be tempted to regret this chance I'm giving you," she said as she hauled herself up to sit on top of the washer.
Vegeta sighed, "Ok, that night, after we had the fight, she somehow found out about it. She came over and tried to con me into sleeping with her."
"I swear I want to strangle that little bitch," Bulma grumbled darkly.
Vegeta rolled his eyes. "I had been drinking and I was pissed, so I was tempted to do what I thought you were doing to me, which deep down, I knew you weren't doing. But when we were on my bed, I suddenly thought of your words, that you had trusted me even with my reputation. As I looked at her, I knew that I couldn't disappoint you, even if I was angry with you. I tried to push her off me, but that is when you walked in."
Bulma sighed deeply, "I was on my way to your place after Turles convinced me to pick you over him. There was a missed call on my cell phone from your cell. I thought that maybe you wanted to talk about what had happened and that you wanted me to come over," she said angrily.
"She did plan it, that ho. I can't believe this shit! I went to the bathroom for a few seconds, and when I came out, she was placing my cell phone on the table. She said that it had beeped and she was curious as to why," he snarled as he slammed a hand over the dryer.
"And we fell into her game like dumb-asses," Bulma laughed softly.
"I don't know about you, but I am no dumb-ass," he said smugly.
"Is this your way of getting back with me?" she asked as she crossed her arms over her chest and huffed. "You're not too good with this relationship stuff, you know."
"I may not be good with relationship stuff, but I have other things in mind when it comes to us getting together," he whispered as he walked over to her and pulled her face down quickly for a lustful kiss.
"And here I thought that you hadn't missed me," she murmured as she wrapped her arms around his neck after they pulled away, and pressed herself to him.
"All I miss is getting laid. Do you know how hard it is to remain celibate when you look as good as I do?" he asked her with a chuckle.
Bulma scoffed indignantly, smacking him on the chest. "Just for that remark you won't get laid for the next week."
"Says who?" Vegeta asked.
"Says me." She smiled darkly. "So........ we're back together?"
Vegeta chuckled and nodded. "Yeah, I have something for you too. But right about now, I want something from you first," he murmured as he brought her face down for another kiss.
"What might that be?" she breathed against his lips.
"We've been away from each other for more than a month. Do you really have to ask?"
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Vegeta walked with Bulma back to the party a LONG while later. They sat close to each other on a couch and had fun for the remainder of the long party. It was way past two in the morning, and Turles, Brolly, Raditz, Kakarot and the rest of their friends had very much gotten drunk and they were all telling stories and laughing loudly.
Bulma yawned softly and laid her head on Vegeta's shoulder, watching him down a shot of Bacardi. "What are you going to do tomorrow?" she asked as she ran a hand up and down his thigh.
Vegeta tried to ignore her small hand so close to his crotch and he swallowed hard, taking a large gulp of his mixed drink. "I have many things to do. I need to go out of the city for a few hours to visit one of my uncles. He wants me to help him fix his car. He is just about the only person in my family that I speak to, aside from my sister."
She nodded. "That's cool, that way I know you won't be lonely. I'm going to be shopping all day with my aunt, so I wouldn't have stayed with you, even if I wanted to," she said with a pouty smile.
Vegeta smirked and pulled her to him for a kiss, sucking her lips as she tried not to whimper against him. "I want you, woman," he breathed against her ear, running his tongue over her lobe.
"Again?" she asked playfully. "You did miss me, didn't you?" she grinned as she ran her hands through his thick hair.
"Damn right, and I won't let you do this to me again. I'll go crazy if you leave me without getting laid for another month," he chuckled softly as he finished his drink, and continued on another.
"I bet you would," she giggled, then she stood. "Come on, I'll drive," she said as she offered him a hand.
"I don't need you to help me stand and walk, weakling," he slurred a bit as he stood and wrapped a possessive arm around her waist. They nearly tilted side-ways with Vegeta's heavy weight. "But wait 'til you see what you're driving."
"You have my Spider for me?" Bulma asked with a grin.
"Maybe," he whispered as he licked her jaw.
Bulma giggled lightly, and they nearly fell once again, when Vegeta missed the last step when they got outside. "You are drunk like a motherfu- ......." she trailed off when her name was called. She recognized the voice, the voice like acid. "What the hell do you want?"
Deidra walked over with a smug look on her face. Turles was walking after her, pale, and afraid. Why would he possibly look afraid? Her question was about to be answered.
"Going somewhere?" Deidra asked.
"Yeah, I'm going home to fuck Vegeta," Bulma said with a smirk. Besides her, the man mentioned snickered. Bulma rolled her eyes, he was funny when he was drunk.
The other woman's smug look died on her face. "Well, if I couldn't take Vegeta from you, there are still many other ways for me to make you suffer. Turles baby, would you like to come clean, or should I?" she asked sweetly.
"You wouldn't be able to come clean even if you spent a week in the shower. Dirty little ho. Don't think I don't know about your ploy to make me think that Vegeta was with you that night," Bulma said with a scowl. Vegeta was being a bad influence on her.
"Bulma please, don't listen to anything she has to say!" Turles said as he came to stand in front of her, a look of grief on his face.
Deidra laughed at the look on Turles' face. "I am about to open my mouth because you went back on our deal. You idiot, you handed her right back to Vegeta on a silver platter, when you let her 'choose'. But it doesn't matter." She turned to Bulma. "Do you remember when selfless little Turles told you to go to Vegeta, that he wouldn't make you choose between them?"
"What the hell is she talking about?" Bulma asked Turles in confusion. How could that woman possibly know about their conversation when they had been on the roof of the garage.
"You really don't understand? Well, let me explain. Turles was present when you had a fight with Vegeta at his shop, remember? After that, he paid a little visit to me. We both came up with a plan, that if I was able to get Vegeta into some compromising position, you would be guaranteed to see us. And see us you did."
Bulma looked up at Turles, ignoring the low growl that came from the man in her arms. "Is what she saying true?" she asked softly.
Turles looked at Bulma and shook his head slowly, feeling his heart break at the hurt look in her wide, beautiful eyes. "I'm so sorry, Bulma." He lowered his eyes, and then his head in shame.
"See, I told you he was a no good bastard," Vegeta slurred.
"Shut up, Vegeta," Bulma hissed. Then she turned to Turles. "I can't believe that you would do this to me. I loved you once, but you knew, that now I felt for Vegeta what I once felt for you. How could you be such a hypocrite? I trusted you, you were one of my best friends!"
"Bulma, I love you!" Turles whispered desperately. "All is fair in love and war, you can't blame me for wanting to get you back!"
Vegeta snorted. Bulma elbowed him in the gut. "All is not fair, especially when you knew that I didn't love you anymore. This wouldn't hurt so much if I hadn't known you for so long, but I do, and you have disappointed me," she whispered sadly.
"Please, forgive me?" he said as he dropped to his knees in front of her and wrapped his arms around her waist.
"I can't Turles. But what I still can't grasp, is that you lowered yourself to her level," Bulma pointed at Deidra, "How could you do this to me? Were you aware that because of what you two did, I almost died in that car crash?"
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry! Forgive me please, I wouldn't be able to live with the fact that you hate me. I love you Bulma, I really do love you. Please don't hate me," Turles pleaded as he hugged her waist, tears leaking out of his closed eyes.
"You lied to me," Bulma said softly, hurt wavering her voice.
"But..... but I stepped aside so that you could get back with him!" he said pleadingly. "Please don't hate me!"
"I don't hate you Turles, but you let me down, and I will never again trust you. Our friendship, as of now, is over. I don't want to see you, I don't want you to call me. And I don't want to trade words with you for a very long time." The last part were said as her voice cracked, and her eyes watered.
"Stay the hell away from my woman, punk-bitch." Vegeta had to put in his two cents.
"Vegeta, what the hell is a punk-bitch?" Bulma snapped at him. He merely smirked and shrugged drunkenly. She pushed Turles away from her, and turned to Deidra. "Are you happy now? Hurt me you did, but at least I still have Vegeta, and knowing that you will never again have him in your life, more than makes up for the hurt."
"You know," Vegeta started absently, watching as Turles dejectedly stood and walked back into his house. "I never fucked her. She did things to me, and you know what things I mean, but I never touched her like that. Even when she begged while she was on her knees in front of me," he laughed, almost losing his balance.
"Are you serious?" Bulma asked with wide eyes, a smile tugging at her lips. Vegeta nodded.
"He's lying!" Deidra yelled. "He's drunk and you know that what he is saying isn't true!"
"Kids and drunks never lie." Bulma laughed loudly, lowering her tone when Vegeta winced and gripped his head with one hand. "You really are one bitter bitch. But it's alright because I have the chance to tell you that he is a hell of a lover. Too bad you'll never know."
Deidra growled. "This isn't over. If I can't have Vegeta, then I will not let you have him either. I will find a way to keep you apart. Mark my words," she threatened.
"I'll be waiting. I'm not scared of you," Bulma said darkly.
"Let's go, I will do to you, what she has begged me to do to her, all night long......" Vegeta said with a wry smirk.
"Or until you pass out," Bulma said with a shake of her head.
"This isn't over!" Deidra screamed, then she marched back towards the house.
Bulma turned to walk away with Vegeta clinging to her drunkenly. She stopped when her name was called again. It was Chichi, and 18. "What's up?" she asked as she wiped away the remnant tears, and turned to her friends.
"Are you leaving already?" Chichi asked with a grin.
"Yeah, I need to get his drunk ass to bed," Bulma said as she nodded towards Vegeta, who was smirking at the thought of getting him to bed, and including her with him. "Go ahead and take the Escalade, but take care of it, its my other baby, and it better not have a scratch on it." She handed the keys to 18, being that Chichi was looking tipsy.
"We'll see you tomorrow in the morning then," 18 said with a wink.
"Make it noon. Vegeta is going to have a major hangover, and he'll probably be in a more than grouchy mood," Bulma said as she looked at the scowling man next to her. "See ya, and remember, don't drink and drive," she said seriously.
"We won't. Besides, I'm the designated driver. We called rocks, paper, scissors. And I lost to Chi, Maron, Raditz, and Kakarot." 18 sounded peeved.
Bulma smiled and waved as she and Vegeta began to walk to where he was telling her to go. They stopped in front of a black, Mitsubishi Spider, with the paint job done in spiderwebs over the black, the seats were gray with black webs, and even the steering wheel had the same design.
Everything about it screamed speed. It looked remarkable, now that it was complete. But what caught her attention the most, was that in the middle of the steering wheel, and the dashboard, the word 'Thunderbolt' was written in letters similar to silver thunder bolts.
Vegeta handed her the key, and smirked. "I kept my word, and I am paying off my bet. So now I will call mine in. As of right now, you will do all that I want for the next twenty-four hours," he said lustily.
"After this gift, I will gladly oblige!" Bulma said as she opened the door and helped Vegeta's drunk-ass sit without falling. Then she ran over to the driver's side and got in. The engine purred to life, and Bulma laughed in glee. "Let's go to my place!"
"Anywhere you want," Vegeta murmured before he leaned his head on the window and fell asleep.
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Bulma yawned and stretched her cramped muscles. She felt to her side, but she found that Vegeta was gone. She sighed and sat up, feeling sore all over. Vegeta had been a hell of a lot wilder while he had been so drunk. But she hadn't really minded. Not at all.
She found a note taped to her mirror, and she walked over to read it. It was obviously from Vegeta. It read:
'We will stop the bet for the time being. But when I return, we will continue the remaining hours that you owe me. I will call you later. Stay out of trouble.'
Bulma laughed softly. "That shows how much you really know me." She grabbed her robe and walked into her bathroom. She took a quick, relaxing shower, and then walked back out.
She grabbed her phone and dialed. "Chi, are you ready?............ Have you called 18, and Maron?........... Alright, that's good. Then I will meet you in an hour, like we agreed........ make sure no one follows you." She hung up and walked to her closet.
Bulma sighed and took out a black jumpsuit that was baggy and hid her prominent curves, and a pair of tall, black, leather boots. She dressed quickly, and then fixed her hair into a tight bun. She left off the make- up, except for some lip gloss, and then grabbed a belt from a box that was hidden in her closet.
She clasped it around her hips, and then walked into her bathroom, towards the toilet. She removed the lid that covered the pump, and brought out a black box that was hidden inside.
Bulma opened the box, and sighed. Hopefully she wouldn't be needing them. She took out the two guns from the box, and then placed them into their holsters on the belt. She looked herself in the mirror and smirked. She was dressed to kill, though she hoped that it really didn't have to get to that.
Her control with guns had come, even against her father's wishes. She had wanted to learn how to use them, and she had been trained and she practiced at the firing ranges back home. And in the racing world, one could never be too safe, especially when there was a psycho threatening to kill you.
Bulma grabbed her leather jacket, and put it on as she walked out her room. It hid the guns perfectly from view. She grabbed a different phone from her regular one, her keys, and a capsule from a box that was in a drawer.
Then she walked out the door, and towards her brand new Spider. She revved the engine, and then made a sharp U-turn, driving off towards her destination. She just expected that everything went the way they had planned.
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Where is Bulma going? And where is our Veggie? Stay tuned and I promise that I will update next week if you guys let me know what you thought about this chapter. It is already done, and I have no problem now in updating at least once a week. Have a good weekend, and stay safe!
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!Joey!