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'Fame II'
18's House
"It's useless. It just goes straight to her voicemail" 18 closed her flip phone a worried expression taking over her usually relaxed and beautiful features. It was seven o'clock on a Saturday morning and 18, along with Chichi, was still trying to reach Bulma any way she could so she could warn her about everything that was going on back on dry land. It all happened so fast it was hard to believe it was really happening. Mr. Lee had told Mr. Brooks about Bulma and Vegeta's 'strap throat' case; Mr. Brooks, concerned, had called both their parents and found out their parents thought their kids were at school. 18 had to confess otherwise a 'missing person' report was going to be filed for both of them. Ms. Briefs went crazy when she heard; Ms. Ouji was unusually calm which made Ms. Briefs relax a little bit
"He's a good guy" Vegeta's mother insisted "you don't need to worry. He'll take care of her" she kept saying. Both Bulma's parents and Vegeta's mother agreed to go to the ports at the crack of dawn to wait until Bulma and Vegeta arrived, worried that they wouldn't be ok, worried that something could happen to them. Chichi, 18 and the rest of them decided to stay behind and make phone calls. It was the safer way to go as they were unable to stop either parent from driving to the docks. The least they could do was warn them before they came back. It was a feeble attempt to prepare them for what was coming…which wasn't gonna be pretty…
Chichi sat on 18's bed joining her with a similar worried expression
"Then there's nothing we can do" she let out a sigh in defeat "Bulma's mother is gonna go ballistic on her. Vegeta's father" she shuddered "I don't even want to think about it. Our parents are gonna be so disappointed. All of us are gonna have to confess at some point. We lied to a lot of teachers. We could even get expelled-"
"Would you stop it already?" 18 was stressed out "worse comes to worse the only thing we're gonna have to do is confess. Bulma and Vegeta are the ones stuck with the bad end of the deal and it's all our fault-"
"Our fault?" Chichi cut off enraged "how is this our fault? We were trying to cover their asses-"
"Exactly!" snapped 18 "we could've kept quiet instead of making up some stupid lie about a contagious disease that makes the whole thing look even more suspicious! Bulma and Vegeta don't even know we made it up! The one and only reason Brooks called their parents was to ask if they were ok; he wouldn't have called otherwise. It's our fault!" she emphasized the last words
"You're not blaming yourself for this!" Chichi furrowed her brows at the absurdity of it all "tell me you're not blaming yourself for this, 18"
"Who was 'the brains' of the whole plan?" 18 asked with sarcasm. Chichi tsked
"We all agreed, I mean, we could've just turned it down" she said. 18 sighed. Chichi wasn't exactly helping
"Come on" Chichi continued "we were just trying to help and-"
"We shouldn't have done it" 18 shook her head recognizing it was a huge mistake "we should've never messed with it. We shouldn't have gotten involved-"
"Hey" Goku entered 18's room "any luck?" he asked quickly
"No" Chichi said gloomily "what about you guys? Did you-"
"Goes straight to his voicemail" Goku said "I left two messages" he informed
"You were right Chichi. We are in deep shit" said 18 "not just us but them too. We're all in real trouble…"
The Middle of the Ocean – 9AM
"Do you like it?" Bulma asked. She and Vegeta were naked and still in bed. Her lightweight body rested on top of his as he held himself up on his elbows staring at the gift Bulma had just handed him. Their lovemaking sessions throughout the previous night and current morning had left them worn-out. They had engaged in the act more than what they had slept naturally they were exhausted. Vegeta thought he could go for hours and hours…that was until he slept with Bulma. His opinion changed well after that. She just kept going and going and going…
"It's a size eight; six millimeter width" Bulma continued looking at a silver colored band in Vegeta's hands "the lady said it was made out of platinum. I wanted the words on the inside to be inscribed in white gold. So it's platinum and white gold" she added. Vegeta turned the band on his fingers taking a look at the insides of it. It read 'te amo'
"Means-"
"I know" Vegeta interrupted knowing fairly well it meant 'I love you' in Latin. She smiled softly
"Don't lose it" she kissed the side of his forehead "it cost a fortune" she added. Her lips traveled down his neck. Vegeta let his head roll to the side unconsciously giving her better access to the skin there. He closed his eyes. Her lips on him felt so damn good. Bulma tasted his skin with her tongue, so salty and sweet, so soft, so clean. She reached his ear from behind and sucked on the earlobe. Vegeta caught on the message. She wanted him again just like he wanted her. Not being one that hesitated in matters like these Vegeta turned and had her pinned beneath him before she could continue her torment on him
"Trying to turn me on, are you?" he held himself up
"And doing wonderfully at it I must say" she raised a brow arrogantly
"You wish" he lied. Bulma looked beneath the covers
"I'm not so sure about that" she smiled mischievously. They kissed. Vegeta entered her as they did. Bulma moaned in his mouth breaking the kiss to gasp a breath
"We need to head back" she whispered cupping his face in her hands as he sucked on her neck
"I know" he bit her softly penetrating deeper. Bulma moaned again
"We can go later" she gave up her attempt to do what was 'right'
"We can go later" they kissed, the couple initiating yet another steamy session…
18's House
"You have to stop freaking out, 18. I'm sure Bulma will understand" Chichi tried to be supportive as 18 was not only blaming herself for everything that had happened but she was on the verge of anger tears
"Why the hell did I think of it? Gosh, I'm so-"
"Hey" Raditz entered the room without knocking, a look of exasperation on his face
"What's going on?" Chichi asked impatient "Radz-"
"You've got to see this" he interrupted pacing around the room until finding the remote to 18's TV. He pressed the power button and switched channels
"…in ESPN quick news, Vegeta Ouji yet to sign contract with the University of Notre Dame. Ouji's father was reached for comment and had this to say about Vegeta: 'Vegeta is indecisive at the moment. He's looking at very promising contracts from different NFL teams. He's not sure whether to do academics or just stick to football.' When asked about the teams offering contracts he said: 'I can not name teams because it was a promise I made to my son. I will say the teams offering are well placed in the NFL. I'd be proud if Vegeta signed with any of them.' Vegeta could not be reached for comment. Other ESPN quick news, MLB Colleen Riviera started off with a W against Cincinnati…" the news reporter's voice became indistinct as the threesome stared at one another in silence and confusion
"I thought Vegeta had signed already" Chichi looked at Raditz
"I thought so too" 18 said in a similar tone
"I knew he hadn't" confessed Raditz "I just thought he'd sign before they found out" he signaled the TV. 18 narrowed her eyes at him
"Who else knew he hadn't signed before this? Were you the only one?" she asked knowing that for the guys, if one knew then so did the others
"Goku and Yamucha knew too" Raditz proved her right
"Actually…" Chichi looked down uneasy "I…knew as well…I just assumed he'd sign before…well-"
"How'd you know?" asked Raditz surprised
"Was I the only one of us that didn't know?" 18 stared at Chichi
"Bulma doesn't know either" said Raditz as if trying to make 18 feel better. 18 stood from her bed
"How come nobody told me?" she stared at Raditz
"I was going to" started Raditz
"18" Chichi stood from the bed now "when we found out that Vegeta hadn't signed we swore we wouldn't say a word. Vegeta doesn't want Bulma to know. I suggested keeping quiet so the word didn't spread" she stated. 18 blinked once, slowly, perplexed
"I'm sorry" said Raditz
"We really are sorry" Chichi continued "Vegeta didn't want-"
"So not only are you covering for Vegeta while he screws her over but you're hiding it from the people close to her so there's no chance in hell she ever knows?" 18 asked
"It's not like that" Chichi insisted "we're not telling anyone because we don't want to risk any chances. And he is gonna tell her…just not right now-"
"And you believe him!" 18 cut off "you believe him and you think I have a big mouth?" she furrowed her brows angered
"It's not that-"
"Shush" 18 pointed her finger at Raditz and his words came to a sudden stop "I'm not even started with you" she said
"18" Chichi started in a tone of repentance "I'm sorry. Vegeta was supposed to sign last week and he didn't. I was going to tell you-"
"Enough" 18 cut off with a menacing tone walking over to the door of her bedroom "I've heard enough" she opened the door "get out Chichi"
"But 18-"
"Get out!" she raised her voice. Chichi did as told and exited the room quietly. 18 shut the door behind her. She and Raditz now faced each other
"How could you not tell me?" 18 asked with a wounded expression
"It never came up" Raditz quickly defended "I would've told you if it had-"
"What do you mean it never came up?" she interrupted infuriated "did I fail to mention it? Was I not articulate enough? Did I forget to be specific? What?" she threw her hands in the air angrily
"No, I-"
"There is a reason you didn't tell me, Raditz" she cut him off "does it have to do with me telling Bulma? Did you think I would?" she asked. Raditz swallowed as if looking for the right thing to say
"Did you?" she pressed. He breathed profoundly
"I want you to know two things-"
"I don't wanna hear it" she attempted to walk past him
"Wait" his hands grasped her shoulders before she could step any further "wait" he requested again as she tried to break free. 18 stopped struggling
"What?" she asked annoyed
"I've never doubted you can keep a secret. I've trusted you enough times" he looked straight into her eyes
"Chichi was there the day Vegeta told us about not signing with Notre Dame. She overheard us talking, that's how she knew. No one told her anything" he informed. 18 listened intently
"She was probably the one that suggested not telling anybody because Vegeta didn't want Bulma to know" Raditz continued "I didn't tell you above all people because you hung out with her a lot more than any of us did excluding Vegeta but I promise I never meant to keep it from you 18. I just-"
"I can't believe this" she broke free from his now weakened embrace "this is wrong" she walked around the room "you know how hurt Bulma's gonna be if she finds out Vegeta is going to enter the draft-"
"It isn't the easiest decision for him to make, 18. You don't think he cares about her-"
"No" 18 scoffed "he wouldn't consider the draft if he really did" she added. He frowned
"You really don't get it, do you?" he scoffed "playing professional football has been his dream since he was twelve years old. He's been working his ass off to get there all this time but then Bulma shows up a step before he makes it and tells him to give it up for her. You think that's fair?" he asked
"It's not fair" 18 agreed "but that's how relationships go. They require time and effort and sacrifices. He should've known that before getting himself into one"
"Maybe she should be more understanding" Raditz said
"She does understand Raditz" 18 insisted "she doesn't want to be with him if he goes to the NFL. That's her choice just like it was his choice to enter the draft and forget about her" 18 pointed out. He breathed out
"We're fighting over stuff that doesn't concern either of us" they locked eyes "I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I didn't think it'd turn out to be a huge deal"
"It's ok" she closed up on him "I believe you"
"Thank you" he smiled softly
"That's strike two for you" she kissed him once "make sure it doesn't happen again or you'll strike out" she embraced her arms around his neck. Raditz embraced his broad arms around her waist
"It won't I promise" he assured kissing her "I love you" he whispered
"I love you" she smiled as they kissed again…
On The Way Home
Bulma and Vegeta called their latest session their last agreeing to head back in order to avoid any trouble that could rise as a result of their extended absence. Vegeta was driving the yacht at great speed. The harsh wind blew through his face as the sizzling rays of the sun kept him warm through the way. Droplets of fresh ocean water sprinkled down his face and body with every bounce the boat made. Bulma sat with him in between her legs. Her hands were embraced tightly around his stomach as the blurry panorama around her, along with the bounciness of the boat, stirred an enormous sense of fear within her
"Do you have to go so fast?" she yelled to make sure he heard her right
"The slower we go the higher the yacht's gonna spring up when the waves hit it. This is good speed" he assured. Bulma furrowed her brows wanting to convince herself that he was right. The harder she tried, however, the less she believed he was
"Have you checked your phone to see if we have a signal yet?" she yelled again. Vegeta kept a hand on the wheel while his other hand reached inside his pocket. He pulled out his cell phone a second later. Slowing down a bit he handed it to her
"I heard you" he looked at her from the corner of his eye "you don't have to yell" he added going back to driving the yacht
"Sorry" she smiled invisible for him to see. She then pulled the phone up to her face so to see the screen more clearly
"Eighteen missed calls?" she muttered doubtful "ten voicemails? What the…" she pressed different buttons until getting to the one that called his voicemail. The phone dialed quickly. She pressed it hard to her ear as the wind was making it most difficult for her to listen. The first message came on
"Vegeta, Goku here. There's a…we sort of…have a situation…uh you see….um, give us—me, give me a call back when you get this. Talk to you later" Bulma furrowed her brows at the message
"That was odd" she pressed the phone to her ear as the second message began
"Hey man it's Radz. Listen there's a bunch of shit going on here. It's all a bit complicated. Give me a call and I'll be more than glad to go into details. Later" the second message was over…and it had left her just as confused as the first one had
"What the hell is going on?" she whispered listening as the third message played now
"Vegeta it's 18. There's a problem. We kinda messed up and now everybody knows where you guys were or are…I don't know. Anyway both your parents are waiting for you at the docks. I don't know what you can do but do something. Call back so we know you got the message…" the message went on but Bulma was frozen. The words echoed through her head. Everybody knew…
"Shit" cursed Bulma "they know" he came to a significant stop at the sound of her words
"What do you mean they know? Who's they?" he asked his temper rising
"Who do you think?" Bulma stood from the seat now "Our parents, the teachers, Brooks, they! The only people that weren't supposed to know where we were; they" she placed a hand on her forehead feeling like the open space around her didn't bear enough air for her to breathe. Vegeta had stopped completely now staring at the big nowhere in front of him as it took him a while to process the information
"What are we gonna do?" Bulma let her hand drop in defeat "what the hell are we gonna do?" her back was turned to Vegeta's as she stared at the horizon opposite his. His cell phone went off in her hand. She flipped it open immediately
"Hello"
"Bulma!" it was 18
"What is going on-?"
"Bulma. Don't freak out. It was all my fault-"
"Tell me what's going on"
"Long story cut short, your parents know. They're waiting for you at the docks. Vegeta's parents know too. They went with your parents-"
"How the hell do they know, 18? They weren't supposed to find out. Who told them-?"
"That would be me-"
"What? How could you-"
"You don't understand, Bulma. It's a fairly complicated situation. You need to come back. The longer you take to come back the angrier your parents are gonna be-"
"I'm not coming back until someone can explain to me what the hell is going on"
"Fine. It's your choice. The only thing I can say right now is that you're in enough trouble as it is. You should just come back. I'll explain everything when we can sit down and talk"
"Fine" Bulma hung up before 18 could say another word. She stared at Vegeta's naked backside
"We have no choice" said Vegeta as he stood from his seat "we have to go back" he walked up to her
"My parents are going to kill me" Bulma assured as they came to face one another
"We could make a run for it" Vegeta suggested with a sly smirk
"We're not going to make a run for it!" she frowned "how can you suggest that when we're in as deep shit as we are-"
"Relax" said Vegeta "I'll take the blame and-"
"You're not going to do that" Bulma said insistently "I'm the one to hold responsible. It's my fault. I wanted something out of the ordinary for our anniversary and-"
"You think they'll believe it was your idea?" Vegeta frowned
"Why not?" Bulma asked defiantly
"Bulma, think about it" he stared into her eyes waiting for her to analyze. Bulma breathed profoundly. He was right. They'd never think of Bulma as the person in charge of the whole plan; not when Vegeta, who was best known for mischief, was involved. Their parents would never buy it. If anything they'd end up believing he convinced her to take the blame. She had forgotten her parents still saw her as an innocent little girl
"Then what are we going to do?" she sounded desperate now
"Let 'em talk all the shit they're gonna talk" Vegeta suggested "we'll figure something out later…"
Home
The trip back seemed shorter than a ride home from school. Although they couldn't deny they had an amazing time with nothing and nobody around them but the ocean, they feared what the outcome once they saw their parents was going to be. Whatever it was they knew two things for certain: one that it wasn't going to be pleasant and two that Vegeta's idea to keep quiet was best especially when saying something, anything at all, would just aggravate the whole issue. They knew that more than anything
Bulma hadn't placed her foot on the old wood path that made up the pier when her mother's screeching voice rang in her ears
"Bulma Briefs!" she yelled "you have some explaining to do young lady!" she walked down near the boat's parking space as Bulma attempted to get her luggage off the yacht
"Nice to see you too, mom" they stared at each other. She could see her mother had dark circles under her eyes. Her hair was messy and she hadn't bothered putting make up on. Her clothes were mismatched and her expression, although angry, looked worn out most. Bulma felt a sense of guilt take over her. Her mother had been worried all this time and there she was being a selfish bitch to her as if it was her mother's fault to worry. She sighed
"I'm sorry" said Bulma. Bulma's mother frowned
"Sorry isn't going to cover it, Bulma" she spat at her "pick up your things. We're going home. Now" she turned her back on Bulma walking away before Bulma could say another word. Vegeta walked outside standing to the side of Bulma
"She's mad" he remarked with irony as the blonde woman returned to the parking lot nearby getting inside Bulma's father car soon after. It was there they could see Dr. Briefs was waiting in it. His expression showed straight up disappointment. Bulma looked away quick
"Can we still make a run for it?" she faced Vegeta. Vegeta smirked
"Anytime" he shrugged his shoulders. Vegeta's mother made her way towards them now
"Well, well, well" Vegeta's mother stepped with every word. Bulma looked away from the woman out of shame more than anything else
"I have to go" she kissed Vegeta's cheek then walked past his mother with her luggage on hand leaving the pair solitary
"Vegeta" his mother shook her head in disappointment
"Is father here?" Vegeta asked
"He's packing" she answered shortly. He turned away as if trying to get away from her intent look
"Did you have a good time at least?" she raised a brow
"What do you care?" they locked eyes again "it's not your business" he replied in a heartless tone. Vegeta's mother tsked in disappointment
"You're my son, of course it is my business. I was worried something might've happened to you or the girl-"
"Sure" he frowned
"I wouldn't have been able to live with myself, Vegeta" she confessed "you have no idea what it felt like, the thought of loosing you. I just couldn't bear it" she added. Vegeta looked away. His mother cupped his face in one hand and for the first time since he was a kid he didn't pull away or resist her; he stood still
"So proud you" she half smiled "please let me know where you go when you disappear like this. I'll be good with just that" she pleaded
"Fine" he agreed in an attempt to shut her up. Before he could finish she had embraced him in an uncomfortable hug. He hesitated. Very few were the times his mother threw herself at him like this. Then again his mother was way more emotional than his father was. A reaction like this was just to be expected
"So Bulma" she said as she pulled away
"What?" Vegeta asked annoyed by the silence and awkward look his mother was giving him
"Nothing" she smiled as if keeping a secret "let's go inside, I'll help you with your bags" she stared at the boat
"Damn! I did a good job. This yacht is great" she said proudly. Vegeta was going to argue but his mother had grabbed onto his arm and was dragging him with her to the insides of the boat before he had a chance to speak. He had no choice. It beat getting yelled and cussed at for disappearing for day and a half, skipping classes and practice, and keeping everything undergrounds from her. Seemed good enough for him…
Bulma's House
"What has gotten into you?" Bulma's mother paced angrily around her daughter's bedroom her arms crossed tightly on her chest. Bulma sat on her bed quietly well aware of the fact that her mother was angry enough to bite. She had never seen her this mad. She had readied herself to take in the verbal spars and lectures eager for both her mother and father to speak already so it could all be over at last. Exhaustion was taking over her. She should've taken the time to sleep when she had the chance
"This is completely unacceptable" her mother continued "you were reckless and undisciplined and that behavior will not be tolerated in this house. We've raised you to follow our standards and you will not violate them because of that troublemaker-"
"He's not a troublemaker-"
"You will not speak until I'm done with you" her mother cut her off. Bulma rolled her eyes letting out a sigh
"Mr. Brooks called us" her mother continued "you want to know what he said? He said you had been reprimanded once before because of a school misdemeanor involving that boy. This is the first time you've been caught in something like this, Bulma. He's obviously not in your best interest-"
"Don't tell me what's on my best interest, mother. You don't know that" Bulma snapped almost not wanting to
"He is not!" her mother almost burst in angry tears. Bulma breathed profoundly
"Can I speak?" she asked quickly. Her mother, unable to find her tongue, agreed with a nod
"Ok" Bulma stood from the bed "I want you to know that I'm not a little girl anymore" her parents exchanged looks. Bulma ignored them and continued
"You guys have raised me well and I want you to know that I haven't taken that for granted; I really do appreciate it. With that said, there are a couple of things you need to be aware of starting today. One is that I am not going to be an exact replica of everything you've taught me. It's impossible. I will make mistakes, I will learn from them and I will move on. It's life-"
"But-"
"I'm not done yet, father" Bulma cut off quickly "two, I understand I've hardly ever failed you guys and I know that these sudden disappointments might take an effect on you that you've hardly ever experienced but please understand I'm seventeen years old. I'm not saying there's a bunch of fuck-ups on the way I'm just saying I'm young. Give me a chance to make my share of mistakes and learn from them. I don't want to go to college and be this ignorant nerd that people dislike because of her unawareness. I want to have experiences I can refer to when I'm in similar situations later on" she took a breath as her parents now stood together listening fixedly
"And third" Bulma went on "I'm in love with Vegeta. You may think he's a troublemaker, mom" she eyed her mother "and you may think he's got something else in his head, dad" she eyed her father "but he's the man I love. You can dislike it, you can disagree but that's the way it is. I'd really appreciate it if you could accept it already" she finished. Her mother stared at her father as if waiting for him to speak next. Dr. Briefs cleared his throat caught off guard
"Well…that's an…an interesting…interesting three points you've made there, Bulma" he fixed his glasses "I uh I must say there's basically nothing we can do" Bulma smiled as her mother's jaw dropped
"We've trusted you all this time and you've hardly ever let us down, like you say. I don't see why we shouldn't…you know…let you go…" he said
"Are you sure about this?" Bulma's mother narrowed her eyes at him. He nod once
"Yep. Yes I am" he said assuredly
"Thank you dad" Bulma ran into him and embraced him in a tight hug "I promise I will not let down you" she added in the hug
"You better not" he said as they pulled away "it's my neck on the line" they laughed quietly as Bulma's mother remained behind them with a stern expression
"Get ready for dinner. It will be served soon" Bulma's father ordered
"K…" Bulma agreed hurrying to the bathroom so to take a shower before dinner…
Bulma's House - Later After Dinner
The dinner was amazing, a bit quiet to her taste, but still enjoyable. Her mother was still angry that her word was vetoed over her father's and hers. Not to blame her, Bulma thought, for if it had been her she would've assumed a similar attitude. Putting the issue on the back of her head she focused on where she was now. The body on top of hers was warm and rock-built. The skin was soft and silky. His chest almost touched hers as their pupils burned into one another in silence. Nothing but the sound of their breath
"What did she say?" Vegeta asked in a low voice so not to let anybody but Bulma know he was there
"She called you a troublemaker" she giggled inaudibly as he let out a quiet chuckle
"I think she's wrong" Bulma continued as low as Vegeta had been earlier
"Why is that?" he kissed her chin then ran his lips through her jaw going down her neck rather quick
"I think I'm the troublemaker" Bulma cupped his face in her hands as she felt his tongue tasting the skin of her neck "you're just the one that gets caught" she smiled
"Very true" he smirked on the skin then sank his teeth in it softly producing a low moan from Bulma
"We have to be quiet" she reminded "she can not even suspect you're here" she added
"Don't worry" he entered her without notice. Bulma stifled a moan
"She'll never know" Vegeta let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. She smiled in pleasure
"Go fast" she requested
"Down to business I see" he pulled in and out of her quick "you're coming more than once tonight woman"
"Good…" with that the pair was off to yet another sexual encounter…
End of Ch.13. I think this one took a little less to update than the other ones did… yeah, it still took a while, I know. Blah blah. Sorry about the arguments it'll all get sorted out, I promise. Thank you for the wonderful, well thought reviews. I never knew my writing inspired people in such ways. Writing is a beautiful thing, isn't it? I thank you guys so much for the support. I'm glad you can appreciate the writing even when I take so long to update. Well, back to work on Ch.14. There's a lot of twisted ideas circling my head… hmm…. I might do something crazy! J/K! Everything's good. Don't worry. We'll have a nice little end to this story…I mean not that its coming up… cause it isn't I promise. I hope everyone's ok. Hope you guys are taking care of yourselves. As always, you'll read me soon. Good luck with your own writings. Read me later!
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