cHello, lovely readers! Here is the 18 page chapter I promised you - I think many of you will like it!
It may be confusing in the beginning, but it'll all make sense in about the middle. Just remember last chapter that Yamcha came up with an idea to bring G/CC back together! Also, by this time, Yamcha has figured out about B/V. I would just like for all of you to know that I was tempted to do WAY more B/V, but I have kept myself restrained!
Enjoy this chapter for me, will ya?!
Disclaimer: I don't own a thing of DB, DBZ, or DB GT.
I apologize for any errors! It is twelve A.M., and I am my beta, so...xD
Posted: 4.19.15
For that week's Friday night, the Z-gang had formulated a new method to set their two friends together again.
"Is everything going according to plan?" Vegeta snapped, holding his cellphone away from his ear due to the loud, blaring music on the opposite end.
"Yeah," Yamcha's crackly voice responded. "Just make sure to get Goku down here, and get Bulma to bring Chi-Chi."
"On it," Vegeta gruffly replied, preparing to hang up as he walked through the vineyard, nearing Goku's home.
"Vegeta, wait," Yamcha demanded, earning a growl from the flame-haired boy.
"What?"
"Are you…" Yamcha sighed heavily, silent for a few seconds before continuing. "Are you treating Bulma right?"
Vegeta stopped dead in his tracks. He shoved a hand into his jean pocket, removing a long, rectangular case from it. Inside the velvet box, was a necklace.
"Tch. Better than you, scar-face," Vegeta snarled, snapping his phone shut as he stood before Goku's doorstep.
With a heavy sigh, he knocked.
"Aww, c'mon Chi-Chi!" Bulma whined, clasping her hands together, begging. "Please, please, please come with me to this party! Launch and Eighteen are even going to meet us there!"
"Bulma," Chi-Chi groaned, slumping down onto the blue-haired girl's bed. "I don't like parties! Especially ones I have to dress up for!"
Bulma stomped her foot stubbornly, her eyes pleading. "Please! Dressing up isn't that bad! Besides, it's a pre-Halloween party! We're going to be celebrating the football team's good fortune this year."
Chi-Chi's nose scrunched in distaste, eyeing Bulma's costume wearily. She had on long, blue stockings that covered her buttcheeks hanging from her strapless, black bodice. Of course, she was adorning a bunny tail, ears, and a red bowtie around her neck.
Bulma rolled her eyes at Chi-Chi's skeptical expression, planting her hands on her hips. "You don't have to dress as slutty as me. We'll just make you cute, 'kay?"
A reluctant sigh came from the raven-haired girl before she grumbled, "Fine."
"Yay!"
"Get the fuck up, you heap of useless shit," Vegeta snapped, crossing his arms over his chest. A sneer of disgust curled over his lips at the sight of his companion laying on his bed, void of any liveliness.
"I don't want to," he replied, staring blankly at the wall behind Vegeta, his face stoic.
Vegeta sighed, walking over toward his friend, staring down at him. "Kakarot, you're more pathetic now than you were in your coma."
"I have the right to be."
'Smack!'
The connection of skin against resounded throughout the room, and Goku's eyes finally met Vegeta's angrily.
"What the heck was that for?!" The unruly-haired teen exclaimed, jumping up from his bed, towering over Vegeta.
"Good, now that you're standing, get dressed. We're going somewhere."
"I don' wanna!" Goku whined stubbornly, hands curling into fists.
"Shut the fuck up and meet me outside in ten minutes," Vegeta snarled, pivoting on his foot, leaving the room.
A frustrated groan fled Goku's lips.
Chi-Chi shuddered at her reflection, her face full of deplore.
She wore a tight, long-sleeved black shirt that was tucked beneath her red, high waisted shorts. Black flats covered her small feet, a black circle on her nose with whiskers, and bright red lips to match. Her long, midnight hair was placed in a sloppy bun with a red and white polka dot bandana wrapped around her skull.
"You're adorable!" Bulma gushed before giggling into her hand. "A sexy Minnie Mouse," Bulma winked before jumping up and down. "You ready?"
Chi-Chi rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest. "As ready as I'll ever be!" she sighed dramatically, giving her a small smile.
"Great! I've gotta use the restroom, I'll meet you downstairs, yeah?"
Chi-Chi shrugged and gave a nod before slipping out of the room.
Bulma smirked, unlocking her phone to text the group chat labeled: The Z-Gang.
Bulma: Chi-Chi down.
A few seconds later.
Vegeta: Kakarot as well.
Yamcha: Great, phase two will begin.
Bulma pulled on Chi-Chi's hand with an encouraging smile as they entered the large home.
Chi-Chi frowned once the blaring music whistled through one ear, and out the other. The wooden floors vibrated from the sound waves from the speakers, kids dancing along with the beat.
"Over this way!" Bulma exclaimed, pulling the raven-haired girl into the kitchen.
"Hey, Chi-Chi," Eighteen greeted over the loud music with a smirk, Launch standing at her side, beer in hand. "You ready to turn up?"
"Uh…sure?" Chi-Chi shrugged, allowing a small smile to form on her lips.
"Woohoo!" Launch exclaimed, grabbing Chi-Chi's forearms tugging her forward. "Let's go! We'll see you soon, Bulma!"
Launch and Eighteen laughed as they interlocked their arms with Chi-Chi's, dragging her away.
"Perfect, girls," Bulma mumbled once they were out of view. Tien and Krillin were hopefully lurking upstairs, in the depth of a dark room preparing a picnic basket and champagne…
Eighteen: Just saw you guys enter the house. Don't come near the west side gardens with the pool.
Tien: We're almost done.
Vegeta locked his phone as soon as they entered the vast, white kitchen.
"Hey, Goku's here!" A teammate shouted, erupting more cheers from the team, causing Vegeta to sigh.
Idiots, he rolled his eyes.
Yamcha swept into the room with a large grin, slapping a beer bottle into Goku's hand. "Enjoy yourself!" he laughed, glancing at Vegeta's over Goku's shoulder.
Vegeta nodded.
The plan was setting into motion.
"So do you think Goku'll kill us, or rejoice?" Krillin voiced, gulping audibly as he placed the woven basket down on a coffee table. "I mean, this is one of those moments where his scary serious side might come out to play, right?"
"Hmph. Well, we'll see. It all depends how well this goes," Tien stated, placing two crystal-tip glasses beside the basket.
"It could either be the best night of his life…"
"...or the worst type of hell in history," Tien finished solemnly, adding the last final touches to the room by turning on the electric fireplace.
The two bald boys glanced at each other and nodded.
The room was ready.
By now, Goku was just about to start his third bottle when Yamcha came around and wrapped an arm around his shoulder.
"Hey, Goku!" Yamcha yelled over the music with a grin, plucking the taller boy's beer from his hands. "You look like you could use the restroom!"
"What?" Goku asked, shaking his head. "Uh, Yamcha, no I don't. I am not even buzzed yet, and I haven't had enough to drink to need the bathroom."
"Well, whatever! You're not looking so hot!"
Goku narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "What do you mean?"
"I mean, you're just kinda lookin' a little sick," Yamcha offered with a shrug, nervous beads of sweat rolling down the side of his face.
The unruly-haired boy's lips pursed. "Sick?" he echoed, raising a skeptical brow.
"Yeah, uh," Yamcha released a small laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. "Maybe your wounds reopened or something, I dunno, man. I just think you might want to go look in a mirror, and clean your face up a little bit."
Goku blinked, raising one hand to his face with a frown.
"Just…" Yamcha sighed, patting Goku's good shoulder lightly, "go take a look. It wouldn't hurt to take a peek, yeah?"
The swampy-eyed boy's suspicion washed away, and he gave Yamcha a small grin. "Alright, I guess you have a point."
Yamcha returned Goku's grin with a relieved smile. The plan actually might work! "Alright, go upstairs, down the hall, third door on your right. You might wanna use that bathroom instead of the one's down here - trust me, it does not smell good."
The two boy's laughed.
A sigh escaped Chi-Chi's lips as her eyes scanned the empty room. She folded her arms over her chest, and her hands rubbed her biceps vigorously, seeking warmth.
"These people are rich," she muttered under her breath, glancing at the electric fireplace emitting the heat she so desired to feel. And so, she walked over to it, standing in front of it, relishing the warmth it brought.
"Stupid Bulma, and stupid costume…" she mumbled, her eyes landing on the leather couch a few feet away from her. Her orbs went from the red couch, to a dark, espresso brown coffee table.
Chi-Chi's brows knitted together, a crease forming in the center of them.
...Why was there a picnic basket, and two champagne bottles? Speaking of which, why was the fireplace already turned on when Eighteen and Krillin left, claiming they would come back?
She chewed on her bottom lip thoughtfully, her eyes fixated on the table. What if…
The door creaked, and shut quietly, causing her head to snap up. Her heart plummeted to the deepest depths of her stomach as she swallowed hard.
Goku.
His wide eyes met hers as confusion settled within them.
They did not move an inch, all they could do was stare. That is, until, seconds later they both understood.
This was a set up!
A small jingling noise came from the opposite side of the door, causing Goku to whip around, and grab the door knob. It did not move.
"What the hell!" he grunted, slamming on the oak door with his free palm as a muffled reply came through the heavy wood.
"Sorry, Goku!" he distinguished Krillin's voice as his smaller friend continued, "We'll be back in an hour!"
"Krillin!" Goku snapped, pounding a fist on the door, however, there was no reply. Slowly, his fist came to a stop, his breathing was heavy as he leaned his forehead against the cool surface of the wood.
He did not want to face her! What could he say anyways? They kissed, only to be interrupted, and she had made it very clear that she was avoiding him the past week. So, what did his friends expect?! Did they expect some lovefest to occur?
His lips tugged upward, as he released a quiet chuckle.
No.
They were not the ones expecting a lovefest, or hoping to at least - he was.
With a defeated sigh, his other hand released the door knob and slowly turned around to face Chi-Chi.
However, before his eyes met hers, they landed on the coffee table, spotting two champagne glasses.
Goku could not help the grin that sprawled across his lips.
Those smart bastards!
Finally, he dragged his eyes up to meet hers, giving her an impish smile and innocent shrug. "Fancy a drink?"
She brought a small hand to her lips, covering the smile that had sprouted onto her face. She raised a brow, biting her bottom lip as she moved her hand away from her mouth. "Fancy a drink?" she repeated teasingly, her eyes shining with amusement.
"It's the only thing I could come up with?" Goku's grin grew wider.
Chi-Chi tilted her head to the side, a giggle erupting from her vocal cords. "Alright, I think I may fancy a drink," she agreed, walking over to the couch and sitting down.
It took every fibre of Goku's being to contain his excitement as he sashayed over to her, his face beaming. He quietly sat down beside her, leaning over to open the basket.
If seemed possible, his grin grew even wider as he pulled out a bottle of wine. "Hm, not bad!" he chirped, grabbing a corkscrew, and drilling it carefully into the cork. A few seconds later, he pulled and a loud 'pop!' echoed in the room.
Goku grabbed a glass, pouring the white liquid into a glass before holding it out to her. "And for ze lady, our veeeery finest Chateau!"
The raven-haired girl threw her head back and laughed at his terrible imitation of a French accent. Her slender fingers curled around the glass he offered, cradling it carefully within the palm her her hand.
"Are you always this cheesy?" she questioned, taking a sip of the crisp drink.
"Maybe," Goku drawled with a smile as he poured his own glass.
He held his glass up to hers. "To being set up!"
Chi-Chi bursted into laughter once more before nodding. "To being set up!"
A soft 'clink!' was shared as they each took sips of their chilled wine.
From the corner of his eye, Goku scanned her outfit, his throat tightening. The curve of her legs were painfully evident, as well as the ample of her curves in her red shorts. Her semi-tight shirt exposed a glimpse of her cleavage at the top, and he inwardly whimpered. She still was not his.
Goku's eyes casted away from her, a light blush dusting his cheeks. "You look cute. A mouse?"
Chi-Chi glanced down at her outfit with a frown before nodding. "Yeah," she began, shifting her position on the couch. She swung her legs behind her, and rested her head in the palm of her hand as her elbow sat upon the top of the maroon leather. "Bulma made me wear it, but I think it's pretty slutty."
Goku waved his hand, shaking his head. "Nah! At least you went through some effort to actually dress up!"
A quiet giggle escaped her lips, and she shook her head. "But you're wearing your team jacket! I can tell what you are - a football player." her eyes scanned the front of the navy blue coat, landing on the orange, material number four on the front. She chewed her bottom lip thoughtfully, her eyes narrowing.
"How's your back?" she whispered, bringing the glass to her lips once more.
Goku bit the inside of his cheek nervously, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. He still had not wanted her to see the squishy gore and flesh on his back. "It's better than the other day," he breathed out, giving her a small shrug. "I just want to be on the field again. Trovelt said perhaps our last game."
"To open more wounds?" she teased lightly, the corner of her eyes crinkling.
"Yeah," he chuckled, a smile tugging his lips, "something like that."
He turned his head toward her, his eyes observing her as she looked at the waves of the fire. The dim, orange light illuminated her high cheekbones, and dark, almond colored eyes. It traced the outline of her slender nose, down to her cupid's bow which led to her full, pouty lips.
Goku suddenly felt the cushions beneath him tremble gently, and he frowned slightly once he figured out Chi-Chi was the source. Wordlessly, he shrugged his leather team jacket off, leaving him only with a tight fitting navy blue shirt.
Without asking, he opened the jacket up, and draped it gently over her shoulders, causing her to jolt out of her daze.
"Oh," she gasped out, the warmth of the jacket soothing her skin. Chi-Chi set her glass of wine down on the table, and stuck her arm in each sleeve. She giggled quietly as the jacket slid off of her shoulders slightly. "Thank-you."
"Mhm," Goku nodded with a crooked smile, his heart melting at the sound of her laugh. He would do anything to free her of troubles, and anything to make her laugh.
His swampy eyes did not leave hers, and her heart began to flutter in her chest, threatening to escape. An intense fuzzy feeling erupted in her lower abdomen, and she did not know if it was from the small consumption of alcohol, or him.
Deep in thought, Chi-Chi did not notice Goku's hand until it tucked a curtain of her ebony hair behind her ear before cupping her cheek. He scooted toward her, and she began to lean into his touch, her breathing shallow.
Her small hands lifted from her lap, and traveled to his upper chest, firmly pressing against the fabric of his shirt.
A shudder rippled through him at her simple touch, and he looked into her cloudy eyes, catching a hint of an amused smile.
Goku returned it with his typical goofy grin, causing the corner of her eyes to crease, and her cheeks to lift. His eyes traveled down to her parted lips, and he slowly stroked her cheekbone with his thumb.
One of her own hands went from his chest, to gently tracing the line of his jaw, driving him wild.
He tilted his head down, connecting their foreheads as they slowly began to breathe in unison. The unruly-haired boy closed his eyes, a shiver rolling through his veins as her warm, sweet breath caressed his lower face and neck.
Chi-Chi's eyes observed him, admiring his subtly and gentle touch. He was so handsome...how could he ever want a girl like her?
Despite these thoughts, she rested the tip of her nose against his, guiding his face carefully down to hers before…
Goku's eyes flew open at the touch of soft lips against his own. Adrenaline coursed through his veins, his heart beating wildly against his left pec. He could not close his eyes - not now.
He was completely allured by her bold move, and the fact that she appeared so calm. What happened to the girl who shied away from him mere days earlier? A heavy exhale left him as his lips moved softly against hers. Slowly, his eyes began to shut...but, then that was when she pulled away.
When their eyes met, she did not retract, instead, her right hand travelled from his jaw, to his jet-black locks.
That was all the encouragement he needed.
Carefully, he pressed his lips firmly upon hers both of his hands entangling themselves in her thick hair.
Chi-Chi's breath caught in her throat as his lips burned into hers, sealing them together as her fingers began to curl into his unruly locks. A dizziness washed over her, and she welcomed the searing tingling that accompanied it.
He was so gentle, so cautious. Treating her as if she were a doll that could break any moment. However, when she shifted, rubbing her body beside his, a groan was released from his throat.
Slowly, the kiss became more persistent; filled with yearning and the desire to steal all of her affection. He nibbled on her lower lip, flicking his tongue along its fullness before he resumed kissing her.
A sigh of contentment escaped her as her chest tightened from the passionate intimacy they were drowned in.
It was a spiraling pool that nobody - including themselves - could pull away from.
His touch became needy, and he pulled her closer to his chest, his body aching to be closer to hers. Goku pulled away from her briefly, allowing them to breathe before he resumed his mischief, dragging his teeth across hers before grabbing her bottom lip between his.
Chi-Chi's eyes immediately snapped open, and she began to blink profusely, allowing flashbacks to consume her.
His grip tightened around her thighs, his touch gentle, yet, forceful…
She closed her eyes as she kissed him, allowing the memory to continue…
His hand traveled from her cheek, into her tangled, wet hair….He nibbled on her lower lip, before returning back to caressing it with his own.
Her eyes flew open once more, and her hand that was still upon his chest pushed forward.
Goku's numb lips came to a halt, and he pulled away from her, placing a hand to her cheek as his eyes filled with concern. "Did I hurt you?"
"No," she shook her head, pulling away from his touch completely. "No, you didn't," she whispered shakily, placing a palm to her forehead.
"Chi, you look like you've seen a ghost," he murmured, his eyebrows lowering with disdain. "What happene-" he began, reaching out toward her, but she stood, turning away from him.
"Please don't touch me," she pleaded, shrinking away from him. "I think I had a memory...I don't know!"
Goku's breathing hitched in his throat, but an encouraging grin spread across his lips. "Well, that's a good thing, right?!" He questioned as he jumped up from the couch. "Isn't that what you want?"
"Yes...! No...I don't know!" Chi-Chi yelled, throwing her hands up in the air. "I don't know what it was...I just don't know," she croaked, bringing her fingers to her hair, tugging on it out of frustration.
Goku's brows furrowed, his eyes pooling with concern. "Chi-Chi..." he began, reaching toward her but she took a step backward, causing him to flinch. "If you got a flashback, then that's a good sign! It means that you're fighting to get your memories back," he said, bringing a hand behind his neck rubbing it nervously, as a blush running across his cheeks.
"That means the kiss was a good thing, right?"
"I…" she trailed off, squeezing her eyes tight, placing a palm to her lips. She shook her head, removing her hand from her mouth with a shaky sigh, whispering, "Goku, I don't know."
His smile faltered slightly, his onyx orbs losing their excited gleam. A feeling of dread swelled in the pit of his tummy as he casted his gaze toward the fire, exhaling a soft, "Oh."
A complete, melancholic silence befell the couple; a sense of poignance washing over them. The silence was choked, and unforgiving for the teens in pain.
One was in experiencing an affliction due to the lack of rapture toward the opposer. And, the other? They were experiencing the torture of unabling to recollect their emotions.
Goku's heavy breathing was all the could be heard, each inhale and exhale gaining an agonizing pitch.
Finally, Chi-Chi spoke.
"It was...nice," she mumbled, catching Goku's attention, dragging his eyes back toward her. "But, I need time to puzzle these feelings...I…" Chi-Chi's eyes met his, her mouth agape with nothing but muted words. She closed it, shaking her head with a sigh.
What had she done? Why did she just lead him on the way she just did?
Before any words could be voice, the door creaked once more, revealing aqua-blue hair. "Hey," Bulma chirped, peeking her head through the small crack with a smile. "It's been an hour!"
Good, Chi-Chi thought, a rattle-like breath escaping her as she quickly rubbed her eyes. She returned Bulma's smile and nodded, quickly pacing over to Bulma without a glance at Goku.
Bulma frowned at Goku's slumped shoulders, his head hanging in defeat.
Obviously, this had did not go well.
"Bye, Son-kun…"
He did not reply.
Once the girls were downstairs, they walked beside each other silently, pushing their way through different crowds and groups of drinking teenagers to get to the front door of the home.
However, they were stopped by a shout over the loud music.
"Hey! Well, look who it is!"
Chi-Chi stopped in her tracks, causing Bulma to skid to a stop. The raven-haired girl turned toward a tall boy with furrowed brows, completely confused. Who was this guy?
"Oh, don't remember me?!" the boy laughed obnoxiously, waving his hand toward the teenage DJ, cutting off the music.
Once the music came to an abrupt stop, many of the bewildered teenagers looked toward the scene that was about to unfold.
"Er, am I suppose to remember you?" Chi-Chi asked, quirking a brow.
The blonde boy threw his head back and guffawed, his blue eyes twinkling with amusement. "No, I guess not. I mean, why would a stupid girl who got into an accident remember me, Jack? Let alone remember her boy toy?"
Gasps and soft murmurs emitted throughout the room as the tension began to rise.
Chi-Chi's face flushed with embarrassment, her eyes glazing over with tears as she swallowed the dry lump down her throat. "Are you kidding?" A sneer curled over her lips, and she growled, attempting to hold herself together. "He's not my boy toy!" she scoffed lightly, turning her back to him as she tried to leave once more.
However, she stopped in her tracks once he began speaking again.
"Oh, really?" Jack snickered, quirking a brow. "Then why the hell are you wearing his jacket? Maybe you're just a side girl - another female to stick goods in! But then again, what would you know? You're the girl who lost her memories, the one that can't tell the difference between left or right!"
The murmurs of the teenagers grew louder, chilling Chi-Chi to the core.
Within seconds, she whipped around to face him, her face red with humiliation and her hands balled tightly into fists at her sides.
"You know what?" she snapped, tears leaking from her eyes. "I am the girl who lost her memories, but do you also want to learn something else?" sobs escaped her lips as her eyes scanned the crowd, her body trembling violently as tried to compose herself.
"I will clarify to everyone in this room that he saved my life, and no, he has not used me for sex!" Her eyes landed back on Jack, glaring daggers. "At least Son Goku is the hero that saved my life instead of the piece of shit giving me hell because I lost my memories!" she seethed, a titter escaping her lips. "Guess what? I did lose my memories! And I'm glad I have no trace of a bastard like you!"
The incessant chatter within the room abruptly ceased, all eyes were now focused on solely on Chi-Chi and Jack.
"You know what?" Chi-Chi shrugged, allowing more forced laughs to escape her. "I'm done with this conversation," she held her hands up shaking her head as she turned away from the jock. "You're not worth my time."
"I guess Son isn't either considering you never talk to him anymore," Jack chuckled, rolling his blue orbs.
Chi-Chi about lost it, and just when she was going to turn around, Bulma grabbed her bicep, and pulled her away from the tall boy.
The dark-haired girl was about to chew out her friend, but, when a new voice entered the scene, she understood why Bulma pulled her away.
"I don't see how any of this means anything to you, Jack. You're irrelevant in her situation," Goku's smooth voice stated chillingly, causing the room to resume their murmurs.
Chi-Chi turned around slowly, her eyes focusing on the two boys encircled by people. She tugged out of Bulma's grip, but remained motionless afterward.
Jack released another sickening snicker, lolling his head side to side. "Son, you crack me up! Of course her situation impacts everyone. She is dating our star quarterback. Who doesn't know about the situation? Oh, did I say date? Ha, I mean used to date - then again, you never were really official, right?"
Goku ignored his comment, his eyebrows lowering with anger. "Do you remember what I promised last time if you disrespected another girl? Especially my girl?"
Chi-Chi's heart lurched into her throat. He said 'my girl'.
Jack stood with a smirk, shrugging.
"I believe I promised something worse than a broken nose."
Jack's smirk grew. "And how do you think you'll manage that? You'll be hurting more than I will be when I'm done with you, scar boy!" Jack snapped, walking toward Goku and pushing him back slightly.
Goku stepped backward, a deep scowl on his face. His eyes flashed with anger, but he did not do anything. Instead, he stood motionless, fingers curling into fists.
"What, Son?!" Jack exclaimed, pushing him harder. "Can't handle the heat? Can't handle a fight with a real man?!"
The spiky-haired boy inhaled deeply, his eyes dilating with rage. However, he still stood motionless.
"Ha, what a coward!" Jack snorted as he brought his left arm back, giving Goku a nice stiff left, followed with a right cross.
But, what Jack did not know was that Goku was expecting it all along.
Practically anticipating it.
Moments in after the landing, Goku's body relaxed, and he stumbled back slightly. His eyes challenged Jack's, provoking him.
"Why you…!" Jack snarled, swiping a large fist across Goku's cheek, causing his head to turn toward his left.
Horror-stricken faces watched the scene, each person in the room awaiting anxiously for Goku's comeback. Especially Chi-Chi.
A chuckle escaped Goku's lips, blood gurgling in his mouth before he spat it onto the ground. He turned his head slowly toward Jack, a fat, bloody grin on his face as he simply asked: "That the best you got?"
And before Jack knew it, he was skidding across the floor on his ass.
A gasp of terror emitted from Chi-Chi's lips, and she barely noticed Bulma's fingers curling around her bicep once more.
"You don't need to see this, Chi," she murmured softly in her ear, but Chi-Chi shook her head. Yes, yes she did need to witness this.
How could this boy, the one that she continuously hurt, still possibly defend her? Let alone care for her?
As Jack scrambled on the ground, his eyes wide with shock, Goku walked over to him, grabbing the back of his shirt. The taller boy shot from the ground, attempting to knee Goku in the groin, but only successfully hit his turnt hip.
Without a second thought, Goku brought a fist up, and allowed it to connect with Jack's nose; causing it to gush out scarlet liquid. A grunt escaped Goku's lips, and he released Jack's shirt, shaking his head before kneeing him in the stomach.
The post-coma boy stepped away from the blond, a frown still implanted on his lips. "You're lucky I don't approve of violence," Goku spoke loudly, pushing Jack a few feet back. "If you ever make one more comment to Chi-Chi like that again, I will seriously consider beating the shit out of you," he spat, specks of blood flying onto Jack's face.
Loud chatter erupted within the room, each different group expressing their shock at Goku's restraint.
Shaking his head in disgust, Goku pivoted on his heel, and began walking away. However, before he got far, his ears twitched at the distinct sound of skin connecting with skin. Goku whipped around, his eyes widening as they landed on a short, flame-haired boy's wrist wrapped around Jack's forearm.
"I don't appreciate cowards who attempt sneak attacks because they are weaklings that can't win fights," the boy gruffly muttered, causing the room to hush for the nth time. "Allow me to introduce myself," he chuckled, a large smirk curling over his white teeth. "Vegeta Ouji, and I am forced to believe I am the wrecker of your shit."
"Tch," Jack spat a glob of mucus and blood at his feet. "What are you going to do, little man?"
That, Jack realized, was when he fucked up.
He was flung into a nearby table, shattering the vase full of flowers atop its furnished gleam.
Teenagers shrieked, immediately moving away from Vegeta, their terrified eyes glued on him.
"The funny thing is, Jack," the flame-haired boy snickered, his fingers curling into fists. "I'm not as merciful as Kakarot."
The taller boy lunged toward Vegeta, but he easily stepped aside due to Jack's clumsy aim, and smashed an elbow atop the blond boy's temple.
The jock crumpled to the floor, his hands clutching his head with a moan.
With a sneer, Vegeta pressed a foot on Jack's chest, grinding it atop his flesh. His eyes casted over toward Goku who looked at him with disappointment.
"Get the hell out of here!" he snapped, his eyes then scanning the crowd. "In fact, all of you, get out! This party is over."
All the occupants were too fearful to move. And so, they stood, waiting.
With Vegeta distracted, Jack's hands latched around the short male's ankle, throwing him to the side, watching him stumble into the broken table. Speedily, Jack rolled onto his stomach, and pushed himself off the ground, raising his fists.
A dark, throaty chuckle escaped Vegeta's mouth as he wiped the back of his hand over his lip. His mirthful, obsidian orbs glancing at the trail of blood gleaming within the light of the home.
Vegeta stood upright, lolling his head side to side to crack his neck. He turned toward Jack, his posture immaculate, a sinister smirk on his lips. "I'm going to savour every second of your agony and despair."
Jack made a lurch toward him, and he swung a large fist.
He missed.
Another?
He missed again.
On his third attempt, Vegeta caught the punch within an open palm, eyes meeting Jack's.
And, for the second time, Jack finally realized how screwed he was.
The famous boy lifted a knee to the jock's crotch, kneeing him in the groin hard. Jack lost his breath, and doubled-over, his ear near Vegeta's lips, listening to his quiet chuckle.
"Jack fell down, and broke his crown," he rhymed, tittering at the irony before an arm wrapped around Jack's waist, and flipped him onto his back, impacting the wooden floors below with a loud 'thud'.
Bulma gasped with horror, along with others. However, her aqua eyes welled with tears, and a sniffle escaped her. "Vegeta," she whispered, shaking her head, "no…"
The widow-peaked boy gave a swift kick on Jack's left side, earning a choked groan. He kicked once more, and a loud sob emitted from the boy. Again, Vegeta planted his foot firmly on Jack's chest, grinding it into his flesh once more.
Vegeta chuckled loudly, crossing his arms over her chest as he watched Jack squirm in pain beneath him.
Just as the flame haired boy was about to press more weight onto Jack's chest, Goku's voice stopped him.
"Vegeta," he stated calmly, his disappointed eyes meeting Vegeta's cruel ones. "That is enough."
A growl resounded from the boy's chest, and he glared at Goku. Suffocated silence befell the room briefly before Vegeta finally removed his foot from the jock's chest, returning it to the floor below. His lips curled back into a sneer, and he gave one, last swift kick the the teenagers crumpled form. Vegeta pivoted on his heel, and made a speedy exit.
As the silence slowly began to fade away, and the chatter amongst the teens roared back to life once more, Bulma was ready to leave.
With a quiet whimper, Bulma tugged at Chi-Chi's arm once more, pulling her toward the door. "Please, let's just go," her voice was quiet, a completely unidentifiable emotion tinged her words.
Chi-Chi nodded reluctantly, a heavy sigh escaping her lips as she met Bulma's sorrow-filled eyes. "Alright," Chi-Chi agreed, relief spreading through her small frame at the thought of the dreadful night ending.
Her onyx orbs casted toward Jack's limp form one final time before they swept around the room, meeting Goku's eyes.
The raven-haired girl's heart fluttered, tears welling in her eyes. Without anything as much as a goodbye, Chi-Chi turned her back toward the unruly-haired boy, leaving the house with a disappointed blue-haired girl.
Okay...Vegeta gotta little extreme there. But, perhaps I can explain that in later chapters? xDNah, I think it was me trying to contain my ballistic, warrior-crazed Vegeta from my stories I am starting to create behind the scenes of everything! FYI: More B/V will be added next chapter for you Bulma and Vegeta lovers - but don't worry! There'll be PLENTY of G/CC; this IS their story after all!
The next chapter is not complete yet, but hopefully it will be soon~
I think you guys will like next chapter better than this one. ;)
Until next time!
xx DoV