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Warning: Abuse. (Yes, our Vegeta's rest is over.)
Bulma woke up and a headache instantly drilled into her brain. She groaned and put a hand on her forehead, before nausea attacked her like an erupting volcano. She rolled of her bed, landing on her hands and knees, and barely made it up to her bathroom. She retched and instantly regretted even tasting alcohol the night before.
"Ugh, dammit." she groaned. She got up from the sink and looked at herself in the mirror. Her make-up was smeared all over her face, her eyes rimmed black and the mascara reaching down to her cheeks. Her mouth was red and her chin and corners of her lips were covered in that same red. And her hair... gosh, it was a mess. "What the hell?"
She filled a glass with tap water and drank greedily before shakily walking out of the bathroom. Chichi and Eighteen were eating breakfast on her bed.
"Hey, you woke up! We were downstairs making some breakfast." Chichi said. "Want some?"
Bulma swallowed as bile once again rose up her throat.
"I'd rather die, but thanks." she said. She blinked a few times before something caught her eye. More like, various things caught her eye. Her room was a disaster area. There were broken hand held mirrors on the floor, her clothes were strewn about, along with make-up, brushes, books... The drawers of her vanity were wide open, one of them fallen to the floor, and they seemed to have been emptied by whatever had shed all of her things to the floor. "What the hell happened last night?" she panicked.
"You don't remember?" Eighteen asked, taking a bite off a piece of toast.
Bulma's eyebrows furrowed, before flashes flew through her head.
She didn't even know why she was doing it. The old spark of love seemed to come back to life as Yamcha kissed her, and she kissed him back. But then, her brain conjured somebody elses' face: Vegeta. She felt like she was kissing Vegeta, and her alcohol-crippled mind didn't discern both boys at the moment, so she leaned into the kiss. A hand held her strongly and tangled in her hair.
Blank.
They were rushing upstairs. Half of Bulma's body was begging and screaming not to do it. She ad just turned sixteen! And she and Yamcha weren't together anymore! But she couldn't stop herself. Her body was out of her control. Vegeta. Vegeta. God, she wanted to kiss Vegeta.
Blank.
The first thing she thought as they opened the door, was that Vegeta was perfect. He was sitting on her bed, shirtless, his pants open, and a bulge showing. His body was perfect. He was like a sculpture, every muscle carved in perfect fashion, wrapped in bronze skin that shone with the light from the hallway. It was dark in the room, so she had to squint to see the scars and bruises... It was the darkness that wrapped everything up like a gift: He was darkness, and she wanted to be consumed by it. He was perfection. He was like a greek God who stood over hell with a wolfish smirk on his face.
Surprisingly, all those thoughts lasted for a single moment before she looked up and saw his eyes. Common sense attacked her. Her eyes quickly turned to the person next to him... Maroon. MAROON!
"WHAT THE FUCK!" she screamed. It shocked her to notice that he had screamed the same phrase at the same time as she had. "What are you doing in my room? Why the fuck are you having sex in my room, you dirty bastards?"
"You were going to fuck him!" Vegeta accused, standing up, uncaring of the way his pants barely hung from his hips.
"And you were going to fuck her!" Bulma answered, pointing at Maroon who was trying to find her clothes, although a smirk was plastered on her face. "And in my fucking room! What the fuck is wrong with you!"
Blank.
Things were being thrown everywhere. As she grabbed a lamp from her nightstand and flung it at a seething Vegeta, he grabbed a mirror from her vanity and threw it at Yamcha, who was cowering in the corner with Maroon. The mirror crashed next to his face. Both Bulma and Vegeta grabbed everything they found, throwing it everywhere. Vegeta was fully dressed now and Bulma's dress was zipped up. Was she crying at that point? She couldn't remember.
"Maroon? Really?" she remembered repeating over and over. "Why Maroon? Why that whore?"
She knew Vegeta was screaming something about Yamcha, but she couldn't remember what.
Blank.
Chichi was hugging her. Was she crying? She didn't know.
Blank.
She was throwing up while someone held her hair.
"I remember some things..." she said weakly, dragging herself over to the bed and lying down, covering herself with the blankets. "That disgusting pig was having sex in my bed with that disgusting whore."
Chichi and Eighteen shared a look before the black-haired girl put a hand on Bulma's shoulder from over the covers.
"B, are you alright?" she asked softly.
"Yeah." she said as if it were obvious. "As soon as the maids clean this mess and burn these blankets I'll be perfect."
"What about... Vegeta?" Eighteen asked.
"What about Vegeta?" she countered, feeling angry. "He's a pig for using my bed with that bitch. There were backseats of cars, bathrooms, even the goddamned patio! Why couldn't he take her to his house? It's disgusting."
"You know that's not what we mean." Chichi said. "You were pretty upset about Vegeta sleeping with Maroon."
"Because they were on my bed!" she insisted, her headache growing stronger.
"Are you sure that's the only reason?" Eighteen asked.
Bulma pushed the covers away from herself and glared at her friends.
"Yes, I'm sure. I've repeatedly told you that Vegeta and I are - were friends. Nothing more." she growled. A sudden flash of him half naked next to Maroon seared at her brain and she sat up, her hangover drilling into her head. "Besides, I'm pretty sure Yamcha and I got back together last night."
"B, revenge relationships are chaos. You know that." Chichi said warningly as she watched Bulma get her phone from the night stand.
"Revenge? It's not revenge, Chi." she said angrily as she typed her password. "I love Yamcha and I've forgiven him. And, speak of the devil..."
She sowed them the text she had received, a devilish smile spreading across her face.
"Hey, B. I had fun last night despite everything. Call me when you're awake and we can go get some coffee and talk. - Yamcha."
Vegeta woke up and a headache instantly made itself known. He groaned, prying his eyes open. Fortunately (maybe?) he was used to waking up in pain, so hangovers were nothing. He sat up and stretched, yawning. The clock on the night stand shone in green digits, indicating it was 10 a.m. He took a deep breath and looked around the Sons' guest room. He always stayed there when he knew he was going to get drunk.
He got up from the bed and exited, walking downstairs. Goku and Radditz were already eating breakfast... Or Goku was, because Radditz was holding his head in his hands with a tall glass of water next to him, groaning. Vegeta chuckled darkly at his friend's hangover.
"Hey, Vegeta!" Goku greeted. "There're some eggs and bread in the kitchen."
"Hn."
As Vegeta walked into the kitchen to heat the scrambled eggs and make some toast, he heard Radditz complaining.
"How is it that you can eat? You drank ten times more than me."
"You're weak." Vegeta answered. Then his eyebrow furrowed. "I didn't drink that much."
Both siblings burst out laughing and Vegeta exited the kitchen, glaring at them as he leaned on the doorframe.
"What's so funny?"
"Oh, man." Radditz said, his headache momentarily forgotten as he smiled. "You don't remember anything, do you?"
"No way." Goku said.
Vegeta swallowed as he felt the sinking feeling he got whenever he couldn't remember something that had apparently been very significant. He was a hard drinker, maybe even close to being a teenage alcoholic, so he was used to not remembering... But he almost always controlled himself even when drunk. The farthest he got was hooking up with random girls and it had become so normalised within his group of friends that they didn't tease him about it anymore. He glared at them warningly, before it suddenly hit him like an avalanche. His eyes widened and his body tensed up.
He remembered seeing Bulma and Yamcha kissing. He had been so enraged that he had lost control and drank exaggeratedly. Of course Maroon had come to him, and he hadn't been in his right mind to deny her. He didn't remember much... but he did remember being unable to have sex with Maroon because he was thinking about... her.
Bulma.
He was thinking about Bulma. About how he wanted to be with her and nobody else. He took a sharp breath and turned away from his friends, disappearing into the kitchen. Bulma and Yamcha had come in as he was getting dressed... He remembered seeing Bulma's soft skin from under the unzipped dress, the side of her breast popping out. It had awoken an animal that he didn't know existed. It wasn't the animal that awoke when girls got naked in front of him, and who only wanted to see to his needs and release the stress... It was animal that wanted Bulma. Wanted her: all of her, tangled with him, never letting go. It struck him suddenly that the animal had existed for a few weeks now... The alcohol had only set it free. His anger was stronger, though, and he had screamed, in strange unison with her.
"WHAT THE FUCK!"
Yamcha's open shirt and roaming hands made fire erupt in his being. He had instantly gotten up, prepared to kill.
He vaguely remembered things being thrown around. He remembered wrecking havoc in her bedroom, wanting to hit Yamcha. It was all chaos, inside of him and all around him. He didn't even know why he was so upset. Bulma wasn't his girlfriend! She was in all her right to have sex with whoever she wanted, even if that included that stupid weakling. He tried to reason with himself... He had been angry because he knew that he had hurt her. He knew, even if she had tried to hide it, that she had cried for days on end before being able to move on. And now that she was fine... he had come back, to tear her apart again. She was his friend, and he was fiercely protective of his closest friends: Life had taught him to clutch tightly what it gave to him.
He remembered her screaming about Maroon and he winced. Yeah, that had been a dirty move. Having sex with the girl who had fucked her boyfriend weeks before, in her own bedroom... But what the hell! He wasn't her boyfriend! She had had no right to scream at him and throw things at him and - crying. It struck him suddenly like a ton of bricks. She had cried. He had hurt her.
But damn it all to hell! She was sleeping with a bastard, anyway! Whatever.
"Let her damn herself to hell." he growled as he putt butter over his toast. "Fuck her for being such a wimp."
As usual, he hid his emotions with anger.
"Mom said she'd be back by midday with your siblings. She took them to the park." Goku said.
Vegeta sat on a chair next to Radditz and slammed his plate on the table. "Whatever."
Both brothers shared a look of surprise and amusement.
.
Monday arrived in a very bittersweet fashion.
The Sunday before, while having lunch, Yamcha and Bulma had gotten back together. It hadn't been as exciting as she thought it would be. In fact, a part of her was very upset about it and she didn't know why.
She entered the classroom and spotted Vegeta there. He was talking to Goku. He lifted his eyes and spotted her, and there was a moment of tense silence as they stared at each other. The sudden image of Vegeta lying in bed with Maroon came to life in her head and she looked away with a scoff, taking a seat far away from them. Vegeta rolled his eyes and continued talking to Goku as if nothing had happened.
He intended to ignore Bulma for the rest of the day... or as long as the anger receded from both of them, but as he walked down the hall to get to his next class, he saw Bulma holding hands with Yamcha. He was talking about something, and she seemed to be ignoring him, since she was looking at the floor and her eyebrows were furrowed as other thoughts ran through her head. However, as soon as she saw him, a smile forced itself onto her face and she laughed, putting a hand on her boyfriend's shoulder.
Vegeta knew that it was a lie, since she had donde the same thing with him when she was trying to make Yamcha jealous... but it still made him irrationally angry. Did she really think that she could make him jealous? Please.
He would play the same game. He would beat her with her own cards. He knew that she liked him, and it was high time to accept that he liked her. A growl formed in his throat as she stopped in the middle of the hallway and kissed his cheek.
He was a master at seduction, and he would show her.
He walked past them and spotted a cheerleader putting on some lipstick with a hand held mirror in front of her. She wasn't Maroon, but she'd anger Bulma anyhow. He twisted his face into a devilish smirk and walked over to her.
"Hey, gorgeous." he said. The girl's melting knees and Bulma's angry huff behind him made him smile wider.
Bulma was still upset during P.E, but she had a plan...
Fine, she would admit it. Despite trying to convince her entire body that she loved Yamcha, she liked the flamed-hair disgusting pig a lot. But it was just physical attraction, and she was the Queen of flirting. She would make Vegeta go crazy and then deny him the one prize he wanted: Her.
Even though he was stretching and barking orders, Vegeta spotted Bulma immediately as she walked into the volleyball field. The chain link that separated the football and volleyball fields did nothing to hide her. The gym shorts were at least two sizes smaller, and her shirt was hugging her so tight that he could see her navel and her breasts popping out from the small cleavage. Volleyball outfits were the hottest at school, right next to cheerleader outfits... But this? Jesus fucking Christ. Maroon and her friends had been using way-too-small uniforms for years and had never pulled it off like Bulma was doing at the moment. He gulped without noticing as she began stretching.
"I didn't know today was Wear Your 7th Grade Outfit day." Chichi said, looking disapprovingly at her clothes.
"My other outfit was dirty." Bulma said with a shrug. Her friends rolled their eyes and began stretching as well.
Bulma was not a fan of showing her body to the world. In fact that was one of the things that she hated the most about Maroon and the cheerleaders, but they were playing a game to the death and she wasn't going to lose. She looked at Vegeta and hooded her eyes, smiling sweetly before bending over to touch her toes. Vegeta almost released a groan. Almost.
He growled, though, when he heard his peers' comments. He turned and glared at them.
"Get on with the warm-up, losers!" he barked. She had caught up with his game faster than he had thought... but that didn't mean he wouldn't make his own move. He smiled evilly. Frieza had been absent the whole weekend, so he had no bandages or bruises on his body. He clasped his hands behind his back. "We'll play with last time's teams. My team... will be skins."
Bulma paled as she heard him, while most girls squealed around her. Her whole body became heated as Vegeta took his shirt off. A sudden flash hit her brain again: Seeing him shirtless, sitting on the bed, being drawn by his perfection. She could see the scars in the sunlight, and despite them being disturbing, they also covered him with such mystery that only made his body even sexier, although she didn't even know how that was possible.
"Close your mouth or flies will get inside." Eighteen said.
Bulma frowned and shook her head, turning to her team.
"Let's play." she growled.
No team played very well that day.
Lunch was hell.
Vegeta sat with his football team, as usual, and Bulma was in a table with Yamcha and the rest of their friends. Yamcha was telling them what appeared to be a funny story, but he knew that Bulma's laughter was fake. Her eyes kept drawing sideways to look at him, and every time he caught her, he'd smile wolfishly, knowing that his smile had thrown girls to their knees before. She always looked away very flushed and made sure to kiss Yamcha afterwards.
Math's class wasn't any easier.
They had to sit together again, and both had made sure to look their absolute best. Burma's dress hiked up her leg when she crossed them as she pretended to pay attention. Her hair flowed down her back, and her cleavage was one button short. It took all of Vegeta's willpower to keep looking straight ahead, because every time he lost the battle and stole a glance at her, he felt a rush of blood going south. For Bulma it wasn't any easier. Vegeta simply irradiated manliness. He was the physical representation of stamina, and the smirks he threw in her direction when she looked at him (against her better judgement), were enough to have her biting the inside of her lip. The room had suddenly gotten so hot that she felt like she was standing on the sun. She took a sharp, deep breath when he leaned forward to write something on his notebook and the muscle in his arm flexed and rippled. Goodness gracious.
As soon as the bell rang, she shot up from her seat and left the classroom without a word. Vegeta sighed in relief. Her smell was intoxicating.
The teasing went on for days.
Bulma would show up with her sexiest outfits, although always trying to remain as classy as possible. She would bite her pencil when she knew Vegeta was looking, and crossed her legs so that her skirts hiked up a little bit. She would sway her hips just a little more when she walked away from him, and would flip her hair backwards so he would catch a small glimpse of her cleavage. When he looked at her, she took the opportunity to kiss Yamcha, hug him, press her body against him and pretend like she was laughing with him. It made Vegeta tense with need, every muscle of his body bursting up in excitement flames.
But he had his moves, too. Frieza had been gone the whole week, so he was healthy enough to keep taking his shirt off during matches, sending sexy, evil smirks every which way, growling in his huskiest voice whenever Bulma was near. He would seduce other girls, talking sweet nothings at them whenever Bulma was within earshot. The sound of his voice and the way he walked, moved, and leaned casually on any surface like the owner of the world made her knees go weak. His smiles were as dark as his soul and it attracted her like nothing ever had. And when she spotted him flirting with other girls, jealousy mixed with her need and her body felt engulfed in a lava of want.
But they had yet to cave in. Their friends had begun to realise what was happening, and they couldn't be more annoyed. The only one oblivious to the whole game seemed to be Yamcha.
Then, finally, the weekend arrived. They wouldn't see each other for two days. They didn't know if it was better or worse.
.
"Oh, how I've missed you." the slimy voice growled in his ear.
His eyes opened widely and he gasped. Half of his brain said it was a nightmare, but the hand clutching at his throat was all too real.
God, no. Frieza was back.
He was half tempted to scream. His brain was still groggy since he had been sleeping soundly a few minutes before, so he didn't react fast enough as a fist sank into his cheek. He grunted and the hand around his neck squeezed harder. His heart beat even faster and he grabbed at the wrist with his own hands before Frieza yanked him upwards forcefully and threw him against the wall. He crashed face first and barely had time to turn around before a fist buried itself into his stomach. He coughed uncontrollably and fell to his knees, his shaking hands going to his belly to soothe the pain.
"I'm sorry I woke you up." the monster said in a sickeningly sweet tone. "I know it's late and you have school tomorrow, but I just couldn't wait. We haven't seen each other in... what? A bit over a week?"
Vegeta looked up at him with anger as he cleaned the spit from his chin.
"Leave me alone." he growled.
Frieza chuckled, looking darkly at him, and grabbed his arm, pulling him upwards and slamming a fist into his face. Blood dripped from Vegeta's face as he was flung sideways, but Frieza didn't release his iron grip. His fist slammed into Vegeta's stomach, arms and face over and over, until blood ran down his face and his stomach heaved with pain. The older man released him then, and the young boy fell to the floor on his hands and knees, heaving. Then Frieza slammed his foot into his side, sending him rolling to the floor until he crashed back-first against the wall with a cry.
"How about no." he said, chuckling.
Vegeta tried to sit up, but Frieza grabbed his ankles and dragged him towards him. He sat on the boy, pinning his arms below his shins, and smiled insanely down at him. Fear ate at Vegeta's soul and he did everything in his power to struggle free. A fist sank into his face and he was helpless to stop it. More followed it's wake. Fists slamming on his nose, his cheeks, his mouth, his temples. He heard cracks and knew that his nose was broken, and his cheekbones were probably at the verge of, too. He felt blood splashing around, running down his face, his skin ripping open and his bones splintering. The pain was unbearable, spreading through his face and making him scream his throat out. He writhed below Frieza, his legs kicking wildly and his fists clenching and trying to sway around. When a huge goblet of blood shot from his mouth and he coughed strongly, Frieza stopped for a little break.
Vegeta was dizzy and his face was hurting horribly. Tears of pain seared at the corners of his eyes and he glared up at Frieza.
"Get off of me." he said, his words slurred with the blood filling his mouth. Frieza simply chuckled and anger filled Vegeta to the core. "GET OFF OF ME YOU BASTARD!" he shouted. "Get off! Get off! Get- AGH!" he was interrupted as Frieza grabbed his hair and slammed the back of his head against the hard floor. He repeated the action until Vegeta could feel blood gushing down the back of his neck. Spots danced in his eyes. "Stop." he said, his voice trembling with pain. He couldn't even breathe properly from the bastard's weight. "Get off of me." he said softly, deliriously.
Frieza smiled and made a mocking sound before finally getting up from Vegeta. The boy, in his dazed mind, instinctively curled into a ball.
"How sweet. Your rebellious spirit is back." he said. It wasn't the first time that Vegeta talked back to Frieza. He did that quite often, actually. His anger got the best of him and he'd end up screaming at his uncle. The behaviour would die for a few days after a torture session, though, and Vegeta had been quite submissive after he had buried nails into his body. It always only took a few days of his absence, without beatings, to get Vegeta's rebel instincts back, though, and his week-long trip had done the trick. "Maybe I need to whip you again, and impale you with longer nails. Maybe I'll leave them inside you for days until you beg for forgiveness."
Fear erupted in the pit of Vegeta's stomach and spread through his entire body. His dizziness was evaporating and he looked up at Frieza with hatred laced with terror.
"No." he choked out.
Frieza leaned down and grabbed his hair, lifting him up to his feet. Vegeta cried out at the pain on his scalp before Frieza's knee sank repeatedly into his stomach. Waves of pain washed over him and blood ran in rivers down his chin. Just when he was sure his stomach would burst inside of him, Frieza stopped. He didn't release his hair, though, and Vegeta was left hanging from his hair as he choked on his own blood and wheezed for air, one if his arms wrapping around his stomach and the other grabbing Frieza's hand that was tangled in his hair. His bloodied lips trembled against each other and a small whimper escaped from his mouth. He was mildly sure that he wasn't sobbing because his body was incapable of gasping for air.
"You just called me a bastard." Frieza said. In one swift motion, he flipped Vegeta's body around. He twisted Vegeta's arm behind his back and wrapped his own around his neck, choking him. The little air Vegeta had been able to gulp had been reduced and he trembled with the effort of drawing oxygen into his body. "Did you mean that?" he asked in a soft, innocent voice.
Their bodies were facing the window, and Vegeta caught his reflection. His face was destroyed, and his shirt was covered in blood. He could see the pain etched in his own face and he closed his eyes. Frieza twisted his arm further and he cried through clenched teeth.
"Fuck you." he said. He didn't care if the bastard broke his arm.
"Oh, how brave have these days made you." the older man said. He turned to face the wall and suddenly rushed forward and Vegeta's body crashed against the wall, Frieza's body pressing him against it. He screamed at the impact and tried to turn his head to the side so that his injured nose wouldn't be pressed against it. A fist suddenly slammed against his kidney and more blood exploded out of his mouth as he screamed. The fist found his kidney a few more times before it slammed against the back of his ribs. A crack resonated, and more came along with it as the fist didn't stop. He could feel his ribs cracking below Frieza's strength and his eyes rolled to the back of his head as he screamed. "Did you mean it, Vegeta?" he growled.
Vegeta's face reddened as tears fell from his eyes from the pain of his destroyed body. His newly injured ribs and damaged organs hurt as Frieza pressed against him and breathing became ten times harder. He twisted his head so that his forehead was against the wall, making breathing a little easier, but Frieza grabbed his black locks and twisted it back.
"Oh no, my little boy. I want to see those pitiful tears." he purred in Vegeta's ear. A pop sounded from his shoulder finally dislocating. Vegeta couldn't hold back the sobbing cry that escaped his mouth. It came out strangled as he couldn't breathe. He tried to twist his head again, desperately gasping for air and trying to give his damaged ribs and organs some relief from the weight of his tormentor, but Frieza pulled his face back to the side. He whimpered. "I said no. I want to see your pathetic little face." A sob escaped Vegeta's mouth before he broke into a coughing fit, blood splashing onto the wall. "Just answer the question. Did you mean it?"
Vegeta closed his eyes. He needed to breathe. The small gasps weren't enough, and the coughing was only making it so much worse.
"No." he whispered brokenly.
"No what?" Frieza said as he grabbed Vegeta's dislocated shoulder and squeezed.
"No, sir!" he cried out.
"So... you're sorry?"
Vegeta tried to writhe out of Frieza's hold, but a knee slamming into his upper thigh stopped him. The knee hit his leg a few more times and he couldn't stop the whimpering cries that erupted from his mouth..
"Yes, I'm fucking sorry!" he said, the pain increasing his anger.
It was enough for Frieza. He didn't want his pet to be too damaged from a simple beating. He stepped back and Vegeta fell to the floor, his hand instantly going to soothe his leg, the other one flying to his shoulder. He gasped for air and his eyes rolled to the back of his head.
"I'm glad. Make sure you get enough sleep. You have school tomorrow." he growled, before walking out of Vegeta's room and slamming the door shut behind him.
Bulma entered the classroom as if she owned the place. She had a black-mini skirt, a tight white sweater and slightly-heeled boots. She had curled her hair and she knew she looked gorgeous. Vegeta wouldn't be able to resist -
She stopped in her tracks as she spotted him. He looked exhausted. He was leaning against the wall next to his seat, and apparently had trouble breathing. Goku was next to him, apparently very worried and talking to him in a low voice. She took in his bruised face and winced. It looked really painful. His eyes were red and purple all around. His nose was purple and slightly swollen, and there was gauze on his temple. She noticed how stiff his body was, and how he constantly licked at the blood on his lip. Her eyebrows furrowed.
She walked closer to them.
"Yeah, but you're far too injured. Why did you come to school?"
"Like I had a fucking choice. Frieza - " he stopped abruptly and looked up at her. A weary sigh escaped his lips and he closed his eyes. He didn't have the energy to fight with her, or to play with her for that matter. He just couldn't. He noticed how she had put a little extra effort on her appearance and he felt strange. A small part of him was upset at how gorgeous she looked and how horrible he must've looked, all roughened up and weak. But the majority of his body only wanted to rest.
"Are-are you alright?" she asked softly.
Vegeta's eyebrows furrowed but he didn't open his eyes. He licked at the blood on his lower lip. What game was she playing now? Was she trying to pretend like she cared just to crush him when he believed her?
"It's none of your business." he said breathlessly.
"You got into another gang fight?" she asked again, even softer. She didn't know why but she was truly concerned for his well-being.
Vegeta's anger rose. Couldn't she see that he was already beaten, on the ground, demoralised? He didn't want to play games at the moment!
"Just leave us alone." he growled, finally opening his blood shot eyes to glare at her.
Bulma swallowed and nodded before going to take a seat far away from them.
"I think she's really worried about you." Goku said softly. Vegeta's eyebrows furrowed and he swallowed.
"I don't have time for that." he said.
Bulma stared at Vegeta during lunch. He and Kakkarot were sitting alone on a table, far from their other friends. Goku was talking as Vegeta simply heard his words. From time to time he would say something, but Bulma could never read his lips. She didn't know what to do. He seemed devastated. His face was emotionless but his eyes showed so much despair that she wanted to go and comfort him until he laughed again like he did when he was with her. She noticed he hadn't eaten anything. He suddenly drove a napkin to his mouth and coughed violently. Goku put a hand on his back as the coughing grew worse. She could hear him hacking and gasping for air. Nobody was paying much attention to anyone else, so only a few heads turned for a few seconds... but Bulma worried intensely. Vegeta removed the napkin from his mouth and looked down at it, wincing. Goku's face paled and he spoke to Vegeta in a very worried manner, and Bulma was very frustrated that she couldn't hear them.
"Vegeta, please. Let me call my mom. You're in no condition to be here."
Vegeta kept looking at the blood on the napkin.
"I can walk, I can talk and I can move. That means I can be here." he said breathlessly. "The day is almost over, anyway."
"Fine." Goku sighed. "At least try to eat something."
"I'd throw up." he said. He looked up at his friend's worried face and sighed. "Kakkarot, I'll be fine. I've been much worse and you know it."
Goku took a deep breath and nodded.
That afternoon Vegeta decided to stay at Goku's house for a while. He wasn't eager to return home.
Goku was watching a movie with Chichi, so him and Radditz were playing video games in the living room. His siblings were running around the house, laughing and playing with each other. Celipa and Bardock had gone out to visit Celipa's parents so they were all alone in the enormous house.
Luckily they had no homework for the day after.
The hours went by as they played and laughed. Vegeta wasn't very cheerful, and he couldn't throw his fists in the air or laugh hardly in Radditz's face every time he won because he was in a lot of pain, but he still laughed softly and joked with his friend. Around 8:30 p.m, Chichi walked down the stairs followed by Goku. She saw the teenagers playing and she rolled her eyes, crossing her arms.
Vegeta saw her and turned to glare at her as he realised that she was glaring at him, too.
"What are you looking at?" Vegeta growled.
The air grew tense and Chichi crossed her arms, her eyebrow jutting up in anger. She stomped up to him and knelt beside the sofa where he was sitting to be face to face with him. Radditz and Goku shared a look of fear as the angriest people they knew faced each other, both of them sneering, growling and glaring at each other. Vegeta opened his mouth to insult her, but Chichi beat him at it.
"When I said I'd encourage something mean cooking up in your head, Vegeta... I DIDN'T MEAN FUCKING A SLUT LIKE MAROON! YOU DUMB BABOON!" She shouted in his face, before straightening up and stomping back to Goku.
Vegeta was dumbstruck for a moment and he couldn't answer her. She slammed the door behind herself. Goku had exited with her, so Radditz and Vegeta stayed alone. When he recovered, he turned his head, his hands turning white from the force he was using to grip his controller. He was so enraged his teeth were grinding together.
"What did she mean?" Radditz asked, confused.
"It's none of your damn business. Are we gonna play or what?" he said, glaring at the TV so hard Radditz could picture it exploding.
The game receded a bit after that. They still tried to make each other jealous, but now that Frieza's beatings had returned (full force from his extended absence), Vegeta had no energy left. He had no energy to smirk and flirt with her, and his ammunition had been reduced to talking to cheerleaders whenever they were near. It was mostly to get some sort of distraction, more than actually wanting to win the game. He didn't care about beating Bulma anymore... Now that they weren't on speaking terms, talking to other girls and watching Bulma flush with anger was some sort of replacement from the fun he had with her before their incident. He couldn't do much more. He couldn't take his shirt off during the matches, he couldn't move very well, and he had no energy left.
Bulma continued kissing and hugging Yamcha when Vegeta was near, but it was because she knew that if she stopped, he'd think it was because she pitied him, and nothing made him angrier than that. Truth was that Bulma wanted nothing more than to talk to him and ask him why he was getting into so much trouble. He seemed to be more tired each day, more injured, and in more pain as the week went by. Finally, on Thursday, he skipped school.
Bulma sat next to Goku at lunch, fidgeting nervously.
"Goku..." she began.
"He's fine." Goku said. "He's just sick."
"Are you sure?" she asked. "I... We're not talking anymore so, it's not like I can ask him."
Goku's eyebrows furrowed as he looked at Bulma nervously playing with her fingers.
"You can call him." he said, shrugging. "He'd appreciate it."
"You really think so?" Bulma asked. "What if he's still upset?"
Goku chuckled a bit as he drove a spoonful into his mouth.
"Vegeta is always upset." he said.
Vegeta looked over at the sink as his phone went off. He had been sitting in the tub for hours. It was filled to the brim with cold water that had once been steaming hot. It was pinkish, too, from the blood running down his body. He was curled into a ball, his arms hugging his knees and his head resting on them. His body was so sore that he couldn't move, which was part of the reason why he hadn't gotten out of the tub. That, and the fact that his own blood was everywhere around the house and he didn't want to be reminded of what he had gone through throughout the week. Frieza had been so brutal with him for the past week, that most of the house was a mess. The maids weren't coming until Saturday, though, and he was in no condition to clean by himself.
He was fairly sure that his wrist was broken, his right knee dislocated and most of his ribs cracked. He was mildly surprised that he didn't have more broken bones. He closed his eyes as a wave of pain ran down his body, freezing him. His torso was covered in the most horrible injuries. Burn marks. Deep, bleeding gashes. Long welts with upraised flesh. Enormous bruises covering every inch of skin. Claw marks... and more. So much more. Blood kept falling from his open lips, dripping down into the bloodied water. That concerned him more than he'd like to admit. He'd been coughing blood for a long time. Since Tuesday, actually, and it hadn't stopped. Although how could it stop if Frieza kept on beating his destroyed organs further?
His bruised eyes opened with difficulty and he stared at his phone. It had been ringing for a while now.
He slowly slid the bath door open and extended his arm, almost numb to the shot of pain that ran all through his limb and up his shoulder and neck. He grabbed the phone and held it just outside the tub. His eyebrows furrowed.
(3) Missed calls from Bulma Briefs.
He dialled her number and put her on speaker before dropping the phone to the floor and curling into a ball again.
"Hello? Vegeta?"
"Whtat do you want?" he growled.
"I... Uhm... I just wanted to see if you were okay."
"Why?" he growled. "So you can shove your boyfriend in my face? Knock it off, Briefs. I'm not in the mood."
"Vegeta, we might be fighting buy I still... I'm still worried."
Vegeta was about to answer when a coughing fit took over his body. He hacked up blood and his body shook with the effort, his ribs shifting painfully. He had to uncurl and grab the edges of the sink to steady himself as the spasms rattled his injured body. His eyes watered from the lack of oxygen and blood cascaded from his mouth, splashing into the water and onto the walls. When it was finally over, he was so exhausted that his body slid a little down the tub, the water reaching up into his neck and chin. He gasped, shaking, chills running up and down his body.
"Jesus. You sound... God, Vegeta. You should go to a hospital!" He didn't answer. Spots danced in front of his eyes and he prayed for unconsciousness. The pain had only gotten worse. "Vegeta? Answer me! Are you alright?"
He groaned as he pulled himself up a little using his elbows. He blinked wearily and looked down at the water, which was now a deep red.
"I'm fine." he said. "I have to go."
He reached out of the tub to grab his phone and end the call.
"Wait! Are you... are you going to school tomorrow?"
"I don't know." he said. It all depended on Frieza.
"Oh... Hey, Vegeta. Is it okay if I visit you? We really need to talk."
His anger rose to a new plateau. Why? Why did she want to see him at the verge of death? He couldn't even move out of the tub, much less receive a visit from her. He didn't want to play anymore! He didn't want anything anymore! Tears filled his eyes. He didn't want to get beaten and tortured anymore, he didn't want to be forced to go to school when he clearly couldn't even open his eyes, he didn't want to face Frieza. He didn't want to be an orphan. He didn't want his life anymore... Somehow, all of his anger transformed into anger towards Bulma. He was livid with the unfairness of life and Bulma just happened to be the one listening while he exploded.
"Leave me alone, you fucking WHORE! I don't want to see you, I don't want to talk to you and I most certainly don't want you visiting me! You got your stupid boyfriend back, so you can stop pestering me, you annoying idiot. Yamcha doesn't make me jealous and you dressing as a slut certainly doesn't get to me. You're a whore, a stupid barbie with a perfect life! And I don't want you in my life!" he shouted. Tears coursed down his face and his lip curled upwards. "Fuck you! Fuck you! Stop talking to me, you ugly bitch!"
He slammed his finger into the red button to hang up the phone and flung it across the bathroom. It crashed against the wall and fell to the floor. Vegeta panted as his arm and head hung from the side of the tub. His body practically convulsed and, as another coughing fit attacked him, his eyes finally drifted closed and he passed out.
Bulma held the phone in her hands. Her face was white and her eyes and mouth were wide.
Her blue orbs looked up to Chichi's face. They watered and a single tear rolled down her face. Vegeta had screamed so loud that Chichi had been able to hear his rant.
"Oh, B..." she said softly, putting a hand on her shoulder. She snapped it back, though, as Bulma growled.
"That stupid bastard thinks so highly of himself." she said. "I knew he was still the same pathetic loser he was at the beginning of the year. Fucking bastard! Ugh! I can't believe I was worried about him! He obviously lost his gang fight last night and thinks he can unleash his frustrations on me! Well, no sir! From this moment on I will only turn my head to him to spit on him! Fucking men, Chichi! Jesus!"
Chichi's eyebrows furrowed.
Looked like the demon and the angel were against each other again.
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