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Chapter 10 : Hurt

Bulma had tried her hardest to avoid being alone with Vegeta all day. It wasn't a hard thing to do considering that she refused to let Chichi leave her side. Chichi had tried to get the reason for her sudden attachment out of Bulma, but she had refused to tell her. Bulma knew that Chichi would try to convince her not to break up with Vegeta and she didn't need her to make it any harder then it was already going to be. They may have only been together for slightly over two weeks but she really felt a bond with him, she felt like he understood her and actually liked her for who she was, not who she pretended to be. For the first time in her life she felt like she wasn't just being used.

Bulma waited in her bedroom that evening until she heard the front door open and close. With a deep breath she stood from her bed where she had been reading "Great Expectations" for her English class. She closed her eyes for a moment to mentally prepare herself before walking over to her open door. She watched him climb the stairs and when he glanced towards her she spoke, "can you come in for a moment?" Without waiting for answer she turned and walked back to her bed, sitting on the edge of it. She watched him walk in slowly and stand a few feet from her.

"It can't wait until I get changed?" Vegeta asked moodily.

Bulma shook her head, "I didn't want to put it off longer then I had to," she paused and took a moment to battle back the emotions that threatened to spill. "I'm breaking up with you. I can't be with someone like you, I need someone more like myself."

Vegeta was speechless for a moment, but his thoughts were swimming. How could she dare break up with him when he sacrificed everything to be with her? Her voice was so cold, her expression so neutral. His eyes narrowed, "you are unbelievable," he seethed, "I should have stayed with my first impression of you being nothing but a spoiled bitch, it would have been more accurate then what you fooled me into thinking."

Bulma's eyes widened, "I am not. I'm only doing what I think is best."

"Shove it, I don't want to hear your excuses," Vegeta said, a hard edge to his voice. He turned on his heel and left the room. He slammed the door shut upon entering his own room and stood just inside it. His hands were balled into fists at his side and he had to try to not to put them through a wall. What pissed him off more then anything was the fact that he genuinely liked Bulma and because of that he gave her an opening to hurt him. He should have known better.

Back in Bulma's room, she hadn't moved an inch from where she was sitting. On trembling legs she stood and walked over to her bedroom door, shutting it quietly. She leaned her back against it and slid down to the floor. She hugged her knees to her chest and placed her chin on them. She refused to give in to the threatening fall tears.

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After showering and getting ready for the day, Bulma managed to drag herself downstairs. She hadn't gotten much sleep the night before. She found her thoughts too busy and jumbled to give her any real rest. As soon as she walked into the kitchen she immediately wished she had stayed upstairs. Vegeta was eating at the table and gave her the dirtiest look she had ever seen as soon as he noticed her. Bulma tore her eyes away from his and turned around, quickly finding her way to the front door. She was out it and in her car driving to school before she even knew what she was doing. She just couldn't face him.

Vegeta had barely batted an eye, he had returned to eating without a word.

Bulma's mother, who was also in the kitchen, frowned when her daughter made her hasty retreat "Why, whatever's gotten into Bulma?"

Vegeta shrugged and shoved more food in his mouth. He wasn't so much angry with Bulma anymore, as he was disgusted. He also felt a need for revenge and a need to hurt her like she did to him. He already knew how he was going to do it.

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Chichi caught up with Bulma before first period at Bulma's locker. The aqua haired teen looked like a disaster. Her hair was thrown back into a pony tail and she wore barely any make-up. "What's going on?" Chichi asked, worry evident.

"Nothing," Bulma told her quietly, not looking at her friend.

"Bulma," Chichi said sternly, "I know there's something wrong so just tell me what it is. Don't make me worry like this."

Bulma rolled her eyes and shut her locker. She turned to Chichi and sighed, "Vegeta and I broke up last night, alright?"

"I'll kill him!" was the first words out of Chichi's mouth, "I can't believe he did that!"

"Chill, Chi," Bulma told her and started walking towards their first period chemistry class, "I broke up with him."

Chichi smacked her arm, "why?"

"Never mind, alright?" Bulma told her, entering the class and taking her seat, "I don't want to talk about it."

Chichi sat behind Bulma with a frown plastered on her face. She felt bad for Bulma and had a sneaking suspicion that a certain blonde teenager had something to do with the break up. She'd have to go have a talk with Juu later that day.

Yamcha walked into the classroom with Tien by his side. Something had amused Yamcha greatly as he walked up to Bulma's desk. He placed his palms on her desk and leaned on his arms, ignoring the dirty look she was giving him. "So, I heard you and Vegeta are done and over with."

Bulma rolled her eyes, trying to be as much of a snob as she could muster at that time, "and just how did you find that out?" she asked in a disinterested tone.

"Because, babe, I just happened to overhear him asking Marron to the spring dance," Yamcha told her, a smirk spread across his face.

Bulma's mouth hung open for a minute before she grabbed her stuff and ran out of the class, pushing past the entering instructor on her way.

Chichi got to her feet and followed Bulma out but not before slapping Yamcha in the face.

The instructor shook his head, "Yamcha, take your seat please. I don't know what this is concerning, nor do I want to."

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Chichi walked into the woman's bathroom to find Bulma sitting on the counter with her back to the mirror. "Bulma," she said quietly and soothingly, "don't let Yamcha get to you."

"I don't care about Yamcha," Bulma told her, "I care about Vegeta and that jerk only asked Marron out to get back at me." Bulma pouted and blinked back her tears.

Chichi hopped up onto the counter beside her and put her arm around her shoulders, "think about it this way, we'll be graduating in two months and you'll never have to deal with this high school bull anymore. You can go far away to college and never have to see Vegeta or Marron or anyone you don't like ever again."

Bulma gave a small smile, "as comforting as that is, I still have two months to deal with it."

Chichi stayed silent as the door opened, it wasn't until she saw the purple haired girl that she shook her head in disgust.

Launch looked at the two girls sitting on the counter and frowned. She tore her eyes away and walked into one of the stalls.

"Bitch," Bulma stated loud enough so that Launch could hear.

Chichi giggled, "don't forget 'slut'."

"Of course, how could I forget that?" Bulma agreed, her tone getting nasty, "there's also 'whore'. Can't forget about 'whore'."

Launch came out of the stall and washed her hands without saying a word before finally stopping and looking at Bulma, "I know you're mad, but I didn't do anything wrong, Bulma. I'm not Marron and you have no right to take out on me what she's done." She told her in as stern a tone as her airy voice could manage, "I told her not to agree to go out with Vegeta, but she wouldn't listen to me." Launch shrugged, "but that's Marron for you, she serves herself and that's it."

Bulma jumped off the counter and walked over to Launch, "you're right, I shouldn't be mad at you, so how about you take a little message to Marron for me?" she paused for a moment, a weird smirk on her face, "tell her that if she dares to follow through with going to the spring dance with him on Friday, I will personally make sure that her pretty little face, isn't so pretty anymore."

Launch nodded, "I will, Bulma, but only because I agree with you," she gave her a small smile, "give me a call sometime, we should hang out." She turned on her heel and walked out of the bathroom.

"Bulma," Chichi said slowly, still sitting on the counter, "you wouldn't actually do that to Marron, would you?"

Bulma turned to look at her, a huge smile on her face, "you're damn right I would."

Chichi chuckled, "you're crazy."

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After fourth period, Chichi found herself waiting around Juu's locker for the blonde to show. When she finally did, Chichi walked up to her and tapped her on the shoulder.

Juu turned her head, "yeah?" she asked, her voice monotone.

"What the hell did you do?" Chichi asked her.

Juu sighed and turned her body towards the other girl, "what are you talking about?"

"What did you say to Bulma to make her break up with Vegeta?" Chichi asked, placing her hands on her hips.

"Is that what she's telling people?" Juu said with a small laugh, "how pathetic."

"No, she didn't tell me that, I just assumed it had something to do with you," Chichi stated, narrowing her eyes at the girl.

"Well, you assumed wrong. I haven't spoken to Bulma in over two weeks," Juu stated, "now get lost." She turned away from Chichi again.

Chichi bit her bottom lip before sighing and moving along. Maybe Juu really didn't have anything to do with it, but if she hadn't, then what was Bulma thinking when she broke up with Vegeta?

Juu glanced up once to see Chichi walking away down the hall. She thought she'd be happy if Bulma broke up with Vegeta and hurt him, but she wasn't. She felt bad, like it was her fault even though she had told Vegeta on the phone a couple nights prior that breaking up with Bulma wouldn't fix their friendship. She didn't know what she should do. Vegeta had always been there for her and she knew he'd always stand by her, but the group she was hanging around with again wouldn't accept him as her friend. She didn't know what to do.

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Bulma sat on her bed that evening trying to finish up the required chapters of "Great Expectations". Normally she would love the work of Charles Dickens, but that evening she found herself having trouble focusing on the words in front of her. She had left her door open as was the habit she had gotten into so that she could hear when Vegeta got back from working. She hadn't even thought twice about it. When she heard the front door open and close that evening she felt her heart jump and she couldn't help glancing out the door when she heard his steps come closer.

He didn't even look at her.

Bulma felt her heart sink back down. Vegeta might have never been overly affectionate but he would always give her a little smirk or a nod of the head whenever he knew she was around. Tonight there was nothing and that hurt more then she had ever thought that it could. For the first time since she had broken up with him, Bulma let the tears fall freely down her cheeks.