AN: AH YOU ARE STILL HERE? A GOOD SIGN, YES? THIS MAY BE A TINY BIT SHORT (UNLIKE THE EXTREMELY LONG CHAPTER THREE) BECAUSE I'M WRITING IT ON THE COMPUTER AS I GO. I USUALLY WRITE MY STORIES ON PAPER, THEN I TYPE THEM UP, BUT THAT TAKES TOO LONG (SO IM TOLD). DON'T FORGET, EMAIL ME YOUR IDEAS, SUGGESTIONS, OR WHATEVER, AND I MAY PUT YOU ON THE COMPUTER! FORGET SHOW BIZ! THIS IS EVEN BETTER. (OH AND CLAIRESSE IS BASED ON MY SECOND FAVORITE PERSON IN THE WORLD. SEE IF YOU CAN GUESS WHO ITS A PRONOUN GUYS).
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN DBZ...YET. J\K!
DEDICATION: THIS WHOLE STORY IS FOR MY FAVORITE PERSON IN THE WHOLE WORLD...YOU! (I KNOW, IM SUCH A BROWN NOSER)
CHAPTER 4 (PRESIDENT BRIEFS)
Strange Feelings, and Close Encounters
Clark roughly picked the unconscious Bulma off the ground and held her in his arms.
{Cheesiness!} "You are finally mine Bulma. You would never have me of your own free will, but I will take you now, screw your free will." He slurred stroking her cheek. A stunning blow sent Clark flying into the same wall he had thrown Bulma against, not too long ago. Clark rubbed the blood from a gash on his head, off his face, and lay there watching as a figure picked Bulma off the ground, and lay her on a near-by bench. Clark got on his feet unsteadily.
"Who the h*ll do you think you are?" He shouted drunkenly.
"The worst d*mn nightmare you ever had. Touch her again, and you have insured yourself a one way ticket straight to hell, courtesy of me." Vegeta growled.
Clark stumbled out of the plaza, over the hedge, and (unfortunately for him) straight into a near-by (and very convenient) highway, where he became better aquatinted with an eighteen wheeler. (Ouch, "love" hurts)
Vegeta ignored the sound of screeching brakes, and tried to revive Bulma by throwing his punch in her face, just as he had seen on TV. Alas, it was that one kind of red punch that never comes out of fabric, no matter how hard you try{I know this punch so well}. The freezing cold liquid, and the ice cubes brought Bulma awake again, sputtering in frustration. She got off the bench and wiped the punch off of her face as best as she could. She saw Vegeta standing to her left and ignored him{you know how that is, you see them, but it does not really register that you saw them}.
"D*mn, this outfit cost me millions of pretty pennies. Oh, that *sshole Clark is in big trouble. I have a killer headache, punch dripping off of me attracting every d*mn bee and mosquito on the planet, and my favorite outfit ruined!" She muttered trying to straighten her outfit. Vegeta, who found this little ordeal very amusing (except for the almost-rape part) hid in the shadows, where he knew Bulma could not see him. He watched the president from his spot on the wall, confident that she could not know he was there.
"I can not go out there looking like this! The press will know something is up. Why don't I hire body guards like everyone else? No, forget that, they still creep me out. I better call Susie." She pulled her tiny cell phone out of an inside pocket of her blouse. "Sue, this is Bulma...yeah the ceremony was a blast. Would you send a chauffeur over here to pick me up. Where am I? Susie, are you stupid? Look on the little radar, that will tell you where my phone is, and I am with my phone, hurry up. Oh shoot, and get the chauffeur to find our guests also, I have to get someone to end this ceremony already." She hung up and called Clairesse. "Clairesse, I need you to get up on the podium and tell everyone to go home. No you can't sing, I know you are a great singer, but frankly I am feeling sick and I am tired, and I need you to end the ceremony for me. What short one? Vegeta? I haven't seen him, why? That's ridiculous. I have to go now bye." Bulma hung up the phone and sat back down on the bench, waiting for a chauffeur.
*Clairesse is full of it, why on earth would Vegeta be looking for me? Oh shoot, I forgot to give them their medals, that's probably what he wanted. I am just so confused now, maybe Clark hit me a little too hard this time. Why can't I fire him? He keeps trying stuff like this, yet...I am afraid of him.*
"But he's a decent person when he's sober. Just like...dad." Bulma said aloud. She sat there shivering for 10 minutes. A blanket flew out of nowhere and smacked her in the head. She looked around to thank the person who gave it to her, but there were only the shadows. *Weird* she thought pulling the blanket over her shoulders. If she strained her ears, she could hear the sounds of several cars leaving the plaza. *Oh good, Clairesse pulled through after all*. She thought. Just then, Yamcha and Goku came to her.
"Bulma, Vegeta said you were ready to leave."
"I am, but how did he know that..." Bulma trailed off.
"Well speak of the devil. Hey Vegeta, where have you been?" Goku said, as Vegeta joined the little trio.
"Around." He said nonchalantly, avoiding looking at anyone.
"Bulma, can I ask why you're wrapped in a blanket, and dripping punch everywhere?"
"You can ask, but I can't answer, because I have no idea why, myself. I came to, and this is how I was. Minus the blanket, which just suddenly flew out of nowhere. I'm starting to think this garden is haunted or something." She shivered.
"You know where I've seen that blanket before? One of the medics was carrying it around, and Ve-"
"Uh, what is for dinner Bulma?" Vegeta interrupted.
"My favorite after a speech, Mexican pizza. Have you ever had it before?"
"Never heard of it." They all said.
"I think you'll enjoy it." She smiled. They heard a honk just over the hedge {where the highway was} "That must be the chauffeur." They all stepped out of the plaza garden, and around the hedge, onto the sidewalk next to the highway. "Oh, my gosh." Bulma exclaimed.
Several police cars, and ambulances were crowded around an eighteen wheeler that had hit a human being.
"The idiot was drunk, he just appeared out of nowhere in front of me, I couldn't stop." The driver said. The police took the man to jail anyway, he had been smuggling aliens illegally into the country. The aliens were in pretty good shape, but there was no hope for the individual who walked into a busy highway.
"Let's go." Bulma said softly, getting into the limo. * I think, no I am pretty sure that was Clark. I just have a feeling * Goku heard her thought and nodded at her mutely. Out of respect for Clark, no one spoke all the way back to the WH.
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Everyone trooped into the WH, tired and hungry. The tantalizing smell of the Mexican pizzas woke everyone out of their stupor. Susie helped everyone out of their jackets and had a nice hot bath waiting for everyone.
An hour later, and everyone was feeling refreshed as they trooped down stairs in "casual" clothes.
They were all squished on one couch, not talking. Bulma came down the stairs and looked for a place to sit.
"You can sit here next to Vegeta, Bulma, no one else will, so you might as well." Goku said. Vegeta scowled and said nothing as Yamcha and Goku laughed, and Bulma sat next to him quietly.
"So, Vegeta, what's up?"
"Do you always wear your hair like that?"
"Why? Do you like it?" Bulma asked patting her bun.
"Like it? It looks like some kind of cancerous, malignant tumor on your head!"
"Vegeta! If you're mad at me, yell at me, don't take it out on Bulma." Goku yelled.
"I will yell at whoever I d*mn well-"
"Dinner's ready!" Betsy called. Everyone forgot what they were doing and herded into the kitchen.
Bulma sat next to Yamcha, and across from Goku, who was next to Vegeta. {confused?}
"Well, let's dig in everyone." Bulma said eating one of the pizzas. Goku was the first of the guests to try one. He stuffed one in his mouth. His eyes lit up, and Yamcha and Vegeta both tried the pizzas, and loved them. Bulma watched in horror as the three ate fifty-eight pizzas (actually, Yamcha had about 6, Goku and Vegeta finished the rest). Bulma grabbed the remaining pizza before Goku did and stuffed it into her mouth whole, earning her the respect of the three men. {that's so weird, but it's kind of funny, in a weird sort of way.}
"Want to watch a movie?" Bulma said as they left the poor servants to clean their mess. The three nodded. "How about Independence Day? It's a really old movie, but it's pretty good."
They popped the movie into the ancient VCR. When it was over, Goku asked Bulma how could she stand to watch that movie.
"How do you mean?"
"Well, aliens tried to take over earth, the white house was blown up, the first lady died, and somehow, people will always put the blame on the president."
"It's just a movie Goku, I don't really think about things like that." She lied. "I don't know about you guys, but I'm exhausted. See you all in the morning." Bulma waved to the guys and went up the stairs.
"I wonder where Piccolo is." Yamcha said aloud.
"Yamcha, Piccolo can take care of himself, he isn't really one for civilization anyhow." Goku said. "Good night you two." He said going up back stairs. Vegeta followed him, and Yamcha followed Vegeta. They each went to their separate rooms.
Vegeta was too excited (though you could not tell by looking at him) to sleep. He flew out of his bedroom window and sat on the WH roof, where he found Piccolo.
"What are you doing out here Vegeta?" Piccolo said without opening his eyes.
"Couldn't sleep." Vegeta grunted. "Why didn't you go to the ceremony?"
"Why did you go?"
"The president."
"That is exactly why I didn't go, not only that but there's the press. I don't look you guys."
"So?"
"Well the president is trying to use the interests of the normal average person to promote her campaign. You and Goku can pass for earthlings, but is really obvious that I am not a person."
"You still should have gone."
"Why, did something happen?"
"Nothing really. It was just different from the usual cr*p, you know what I mean?"
"Yeah."
They both were quiet. Vegeta lay on his back and gazed at the stars, something he seemed to do a lot of lately. He felt at peace for once in his life, and he liked the feeling. He felt something else, but he was not sure what it was. He first felt it when he had been making contact with Bulma's eyes, and felt it intensified when she kissed him. Vegeta flushed as he remembered it. * Maybe I'm sick. Maybe she has something on her, and I have developed some kind of d*mn earth allergy * he thought. He got up and flew back inside leaving Piccolo alone on the roof. He opened his bedroom door, and crept down the hallway to the president's room. He opened the door quietly and slipped inside. He tiptoed over to Bulma's four-poster bed, and pushed back the sheer curtain. * Well here you are Vegeta, what do I do now? Well, I did not feel sick until I touched her * he reached out and touched Bulma's cheek, and felt as if hot lava was flowing through his veins. Bulma immediately opened her eyes and opened her mouth to scream. Vegeta put his hand over her mouth.
"It's me, Bulma."
"What are you doing Vegeta?" She whispered angrily.
"I'm...oh I don't even know anymore." He said, sitting on the edge of her bed.
"I think you should leave."
"Wait Bulma, I have a question...I think."
"What?"
"Do you feel something...weird?"
"What the h*ll are you talking about?"
"Here let me show you." He touched her cheek again, and Bulma shivered.
"Well, yeah that is kind of weird. I never felt like that when I touch other people."
"Strange."
"Well, I'm the wrong person to ask. I was brought up like a d*mn nun, except for the cussing of course. I never had a boy friend or had any kind of contact with some guy my age."
"Oh, well, Kak- uh Goku has a woman, I'll ask him."
"What were you going to call him?"
"Kakkarot. That is his saiyan name."
"Saiyan?"
"Yes, Kakkarot and I are not earthlings. We are both pureblooded saiyans. I was once..."
"You were once what, Vegeta?"
"Why should I tell you? You will mock me like the others."
"I swear on Kami's lookout, that I will not 'mock' you."
"I was once the prince, soon to be king, of the entire saiyan race."
"Oh, well, how nice. What happened?"
"My planet was destroyed, along with all of my subjects."
"That's terrible! Oh, I am so sorry." Bulma said reaching for his hand.
Vegeta moved his hand, "It happened a while ago. The *sshole who did it also killed me."
"How is that so, unless you used the dragonballs..."
"How did you know about those?"
"My mother told me a legend about them long ago, when I lived in Satan City."
"That's where Kakkarot lives."
"Right," Bulma said looking at him strangely.
"I have no place to go, so I live with Kakkarot and his brat, and his baka onna."
"Oh. It's going to be morning soon."
"So?"
"So you better leave before Susie comes in here. I have to go to the gym. Don't forget to ask Goku about that touching thing, not that it hurts or anything. It feels rather nice to me, does it hurt you?"
"No."
"Well then it wouldn't hurt to say good-bye." Bulma teased, she hugged Vegeta, who tried his hardest to remain impassive. * Success! * He got off the bed and left. Bulma shrugged her shoulders and hopped out of bed. It was two in the morning, she would not be able to go back to sleep, and what was the point? She would just be getting up again in an hour or two. She let down her hair {a rare occurrence} and brushed it slowly, thinking of Vegeta.
Vegeta, in his room was doing the same thing {not thinking about Vegeta, but thinking about Bulma.} Vegeta remembered the vow he made to himself not too long ago. **She will be mine **.
* Well, now she is mine. What next? *
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AN:Wow, that feels weird, just finished and all I have to do now is upload it. This is definitely longer than I wanted it to be, but I just couldn't find a good place to stop. I hope you people like my story so far :) I am going to get behind in writing it, I promise you. I have a party tomorrow and a whole lot of other crud to take care of. Not to mention spring break is over in 3 day! :( accccchhhhhhh! My beautiful freedom! Well, what are you waiting for? PRETTY PLEASE REVIEW ME! BE HONEST!!-Bulma16