I cannot say how sorry I am that this story has taken so long to finish. It has taken me quite a while to get back on track because I've been going through some personal problems. Well, I'm sure you all know how bad it is to lose a dear one. But I'm back on and I think in one or two more chapters this story will be happily over. I want to give my special thanks to all those who have been readng this fic and supporting it's progress. I am genuinely thankful to you alland you will all see your names in the "credits" page at the end of the fic.
Now on to the story!!!!
Chapter 20
Young Love
Previously...
Vegeta smirked, 'So now she's apologizing. Hmm, I guess she realized she cheated' he thought amused.
Marron saw his expression, "You're smirking. Does that mean you're not mad at me anymore?" she said with a tentative smile.
Vegeta frowned for a moment, but then smirked again, "No, it just means 'rematch'," he said bringing his lips to her.
Marron was too shocked. 'Oooh, he is soo drunk!…wait? rematch? What the hell?…oh well, the good thing is that he loves me and doesn't give a crap about that bitch Bulma…haha!' she thought triumphantly, receiving a full kiss from Vegeta and returning it wildly.
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"So, I'm guessing you're with him- Vegeta," Yamcha said, not looking at Bulma.
Bulma looked at him curiously, "Yeah, I'm with him. Why? Does it bother you?" she taunted, trying to get a rise out of him For some reason, she didn't buy his I-was-wrong-you-were-right-let's-be-friends-and-nothing-else attitude.
"As a matter of fact, it does bother me. But if that's the kinda guy you wanna be around with, then I'm wondering why you broke up with me in the first place," Yamcha said, turning his gaze on her.
"Wait, wait, what? Yamcha, what are you trying to say, where exactly are you trying to get at?" Bulma asked furious, nervous and shocked at the same time.
Yamcha almost smirked, but conatained himself. She looked nervous, as if expecting the worst. God, he really hoped that Marron was going along nicely and that Vegeta was bad enough to have his arms all aorund her. Otherwise, he knew he would receive the beating and shame of his life if everything got ruined.
"What the hell are you talking about, Yamcha!?" Bulma insisted angrily now.
"Look, Bulma, all I want you to know is that I understand if you dont want to be with me...but that doesnt change the fact that I...cae about you and that I'll protect you and let you know if you'e being fouled," Yamcha said, trying his best to sound sincere.
Bulma narowed he eyes, "how can you make such accusations, Yamcha. For all I know, you're the one I should be getting warned about. You made a girl commit suicide, for chrissakes!! When has Vegeta ever made you think that he'd play with my feelings?!
She obviously doesnt know the player Vegeta was Yamcha thought grimly.
"Whatever Bulma. I just wanted to show you the real him, but I guess you'll deny the creep he really is even if the evidence was shoved in your face," Yamcha said, getting up.
"What evidence...?" Bulma asked.
"Come on," Yamcha said, offering his hand to lift her up. She refused his hand, and got up herself but gestured that she'd follow him.
Yamcha hoped that the plan would work as he walked through the crowd, searching for Marron and, hopefully, Vegeta as well.
But try as he might, he couldn find neither of them. He desperately looked around, but to no avail. He hoped Bulma didnt suspect anything, but a "Guilty" sign might as well be put on his forehead, because his expression was giving it all away.
"What the hell is this, Yamcha?" Bulma said stopping and glaring at him, "you're just making this whole shit up for god knows what. What are you tryna do, Yamcha? Get me ina corner so it can look like something and Vegeta sees us?"
"What? God, no Bulma! Damn, do you think I'm that twisted?! You know what? I'm sorry I fucked up with you, and..you have every right to be angry at me...but I dont think you should think that I'm some kinda sick psycho who'd do anything to get your trust back. I want you to trust me again, even if it's just to be friends, but I intend to earn it back, not force it," he finished his speech with a sigh.
Bulma blinked twice. 'Maybe he is telling the truth', she thought with a pang of guilt.
"Look, Yamcha, I'm sorry. I really dont trust you much, but I know that doesnt mean I should treat you like a terrorist. But the past days have been...weird and you coming here so suddenly and..there's just too much crap going on," she said sincerily. No matter how big a jerk Yamcha had been, she had to admit that he'd been nice to her int he time they were together and he even saved her some embarassment, ironically, from Vegeta at the dance. But right now, she didnt want to deal with neither Yamcha nor Vegeta.
"Look, Yamcha, it's okay for you to have whatever suspicions you want about Vegeta...just, dont waste my time with them," Bulma sighed as she made her way upstairs, determined to lock herself in the room and sleep until her body refused to sleep any longer.
Yamcha patted himself in the back, glad that Bulma no longer looked suspicious. But he hoped as hell that he could spot Marron one way or the other. He was about to give up the whole thing when, out of pure magic, he spotted Marron's distinctive hair on the couch. By the looks of it, she was engaged in a rather interesting and passionate make-out session.
Yamcha was furious. How dare she waste time making out with someone while there was a plan to be carried on. He'd been killing himself struggling with one end of the bargain while she was entertaining herself doing absolutely nothing. 'I'm gonna kill that whore!' he thought with gritted teeth.
His anger suddenly drained from from him as he saw who the guy she was making out with was.
His grinned. 'Vegeta'.
"Bulma, before you leave..." Yamcha called out to Bulma, who was making her way up to the stairs, "I want you to take a look over there to the couch." He pointed towrads the couch where Vegeta kissed Marron like there was no 12 on a clock.
Bulma's eyes widened as she took in the view. She wondered if she was seeing right and looked harder and longer.
Sure enough...it was him. Vegeta. Her "boyfriend". The guy who'd hated her since she came. Once gaain, she'd been betrayed. But this time, more than heart-broken, she was furious.
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"Hey, umm, Mia?" 17 asked amused as he sat and looked at her trying to turn on the stove.
"Yup?" Mia responded, so concentrated on turning it on that she didnt even look at him.
"Umm..you kinda have to get the gass on before lighting it," he smiled as he turned one of the knobs.
"Oh," Mia blushed. "Guess I forgot."
"Sure thing, sweetie," 17 said winking at her. Mia was now blushing profusely.
"Mia, has anyone ever told you how gorgeous you are?" 17 asked gazing at Mia. He'd been with many girls before, but he didnt know why this one had such an effect on him.
Mia was flabbergasted; this guy was just something else. Sure, she'd met guys who flirted with her and told her things that really gassed her up. But she liked the way 17 expressed himself. He was a big flirt, yeah. But a shy one. And she liked him all the more for it.
She was afraid of making a fool of herself, or, as many times before, she didnt want to fall too hard for a guy who only wanted a "good time". She didnt want to make another mistake.
"Well, guys have called me 'sexy' and 'cute stuff', you know, names they call every girl. But very few have told me I'm beautiful and I really take that as an honest compliment," she responded with smile.
17 grinned. Damn, he really liked her. She really knew the right things to say. He took a step closer ro her, "I'm glad I'm one of the few".
He really wanted to kiss her.
"Umm, I, uh, have to go use the bathroom," Mia said nervously.
17 frowned, "Hey, Mia, come on," he reached out for her arm as she made her way out of the kitchen.
"Yeah?" she asked averting her eyes to the floor.
"What's wrong? Why is it that every time we start getting close...you seem to pull me away? I thought we liked each other," 17 asked softly.
Mia sighed, "I like you, 17. A lot, actually. You're such a nice guy. You're funny, you respect me, and you're honest. But I'm afraid that if you knew the true "me"...you wouldnt like me that much."
"Mia, what are you talking about? You're a wonderful girl. I mean, you're nice, modest, and you're really smart. Why wouldnt I like you?!" 17 asked.
"17, if you knew what I did a couple of months ago, I dont think you'd say those things about me," Mia said softly as she looked away.
17 sighed, "How do you know that, Mia?"
Mia shrugged, "Well, it's not something that makes me proud. But if you claim to like me, then you have a right to know."
"What is it?"
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"How dare you?! How fucking dare you, you sonuvabitch!!" Bulma yelled at Vegeta, who was...busy.
At the sound of her voice, Vegeta almost jumped up, making Marron fall off his lap and land butt-on-floor. "What the fuck?" he asked confused.
"Dont act like you dont know what you were doing, Vegeta!" Bulma yelled again.
"Woman, what the hell is going on?" Vegeta yelled back as he got up. More confused than ever.
"That's exactly what I'm asking you, asshole! How dare you betray me like this, Vegeta? What was this? You're Ultimate Revenge plan on Bulma Briefs?"
"WHAT IN HOT HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT??..STOP YELLING!!!!" Vegeta shouted at the top of his lungs. His head was almost bursting.
"You think I didnt just see you making out with her? I'm not stupid Vegeta," Bulma said as she pointed at Marron, who got up and smiled triumphantly.
Vegeta blinked twice. He thought he'd been kissing his woman. Obviously, it wasnt her. 'Wait, if I wasnt kissing the woman, then..who the fuck was it?!' Vegeta thought frustrated.
"You know what? I dont even wanna hear whatever you have to say, Vegeta. We're done," with that, she smacked him across the face, turned on her heel and left.
"You did NOT just smack me woman!" Vegeta was heated. How dare she do that to him? He'd had enough of her bullshit.
His drunken state seemed to add up to his anger, making the whole situation more dangerous than it already was.
"What's going on?" Goku walked in to the living room, followed by Chichi.
"We dont really know," Krillin started, "everything was going fine and then Bulma was yelling at Vegeta, who looks like he's drunk, and ummm...she kinda...slapped him in the face".
"That was so random," 18 nodded, "I mean, we knew they were mad because Bulma beat Vegeta at skiing and he los-
Chichi gasped, "What?! OMIGOD!"
"Yeah, yeah, ok, no need to rub it in 18," Goku winced.
"Where the hell is she?!" a fuming Vegeta demanded, grabbing Krillin's arm.
"Look, Vegeta, I think you should calm down," Goku said trying to get Vegeta cooled off.
"What!?! Calm down? She just fucking broke up with me and smacked me! WHAT THE FUCK!" Vegeta yelled, pushing poor Krillin as if he was the one to blame. Krillin was smart enough to scramble somewhere else and get out of the out-of-control beast's way.
"Woa, woa, 'Geta, where you goin?" Goku stopped a predator-like Vegeta.
"Where do you think, Kakarot?" Vegeta looked at him dangerously, "I'm gonna go take care of business."
"Vegeta, I dont think you're in any condition of reasonably solve any problems. The best you can do is make things uglier," Chichi said, oblivious to the effect her comment had on Vegeta.
"You fucking whore!" Vegeta almost lunged at her, "dont tell me I cant deal with my own shit!"
Goku blocked Vegeta from Chichi protectively before any damage could be done, "That's enough Vegeta!"
"Go to hell, all of you!" Vegeta yelled as he stormed out, looking for the insolent bitch who'd smacked him.
Tien came running in, "What's all the riot for?"
"Vegeta's just acting like Vegeta. Well, except that he's drunk and Bulma was wise enough to bruise his ego by breaking up with him in front of all these people and slapped him," 18 said rolling her eyes, already bored with the whole situation.
"Dont you guys think we should stop him? I mean, he looks ready to kill," Tien said raising his eyebrows worriedly.
'Yeah, I think we should stay close by in case he acts up," Goku said walking in the direction where Vegeta had stormed out to.
Meanwhile, Vegeta had found Bulma, though somewhat stumbling, at the base of the stairs.
"Woman?! What did you just do?" Vegeta yelled.
"Look, Vegeta, I'm so done with you. Get it through your head: i dont wanna talk to you or be talked by you, ok?" she spat.
"Well, I dont give a damn if you wanna talk to me or not, but I do care about the fact that you think you can slap me. What and who do you think you fucking are?!" By now, poeple had stopped dancing and had turned their attention to the heated scene.
"Whatever, Vegeta. Sorry I hit you...nothing you cab do about it," Bulma unwisely said, realizing the mistake in her choice of words a little too late.
Vegeta almost lunged at her, "You think I'm some kinda bitch of yours?! Why the fuck would you do that! What the hell did I do to you, you damned whore!" he was yelling, getting heated on his own words and confusion. He had no idea of what had happened; but he did know that he'd been played fouly and he was no stupid cornball to ignore it.
Bulma cringed. She'd seen Vegeta in what she'd thought could be his worst moods; but never like this. Never. It was like he couldnt- and wouldnt- control himself and didnt care if he ended up killing someone.
"Woa, Vegeta! Watch it," Goku and Tien jumped in, holding Vegeta back from any injuries he might inflict on someone nearby.
"Let's go upstairs, Bulma," Chichi said, accompanied by 18 and Launch. They all ran up the stairs, fed up with all the drama.
"Get the hell off me!" Vegeta yelled.
"How much did he drink? Damn!" Tien hissed when Vegeta bit him in the arm.
"Is he that drunk?" Goku asked, struggling to tighten his grip on Vegeta, who now seemed more intent than ever on really beating someone up.
"You're not getting away with it, Marron, you fucking smut! Break your head off, you damn whore!" Vegeta yelled even louder.
Tien raised his eyebrow, "Oh yeah, he's drunk. Yo, Krillin, we need some help here!"
The three guys took their drunk and pissed-out-of-control friend to the bathroom; they turned on the tub water and shoved a very struggling Vegeta into the pouring water, hoping that it would relieve him from his "mad state" and bring him back somehow.
Vegeta cursed angrily for a while, but seemed to calm down afterwards.
"This is why I hate you Kakarot; you and the rest of them," Vegeta muttered after they'd gotten him out; soaking wet.
"We love you too, V," Goku said grinning.
Vegeta rolled his eyes, "What the hell happened and where's the woman? Cause I know she hit me and she's not getting away with that.
"Vegeta, she broke up with you, just let it go for now," Tien said.
"I know she did, but she had no godamn reason to," Vegeta said angrily.
"Vegeta, umm, you kinda cheated on her..." Krillin said tentatively.
"I mean, dude...she caught you making out with some other chick. What was that all about? We've seen you drunk and all, but you always got it under control," Tien tried to reason.
"What? I wasnt makin out with nobody else. She came and said sorry for cheating when we went skiing and then she kissed me and shit. The out of freakin nowhere, she just starts yelling and crap. Well, she's gonna get a piece of this tonight!" Vegeta cursed his way out the bathroom.
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Okay guys...well, I know that was kind of short, but many of you are saying that I havent updated in such a long time and I just figured I'd let this one out faster. I guarantee the next chapter will be longer and updated faster. I hope you guys enjoyed it. I, for one, loved writing this chapter because it had so much drama and...stuff in it. Get ready for the next one and please, please please review so that I know at least some one is still reading this fic!
Love you all,
Stonecrusher7.