ALL RIGHT! CHAPTER FIFTEEN IS FINALLY UP. YOU MIGHT LIKE IT, YOU MIGHT HATE IT, READ IT AND LET ME KNOW =).
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Clairesse smiled at the very involved couple. She knew from the beginning that they would win. They were the last ones and five minutes had passed.
*Saiyans must have a lot of air in their lungs. *She thought leaning against her husband and patting her stomach.
Clairesse had seen the shock on Bulma's face a little while ago, *Don't worry Bulma, this is all part of my plan. *She thought smiling.
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MORE VERY GRAPHIC KISSING, IF THAT SORT OF THING MAKES YOU UNCOMFORTABLE, GO TO THE NEXT PART THAT IS WRITTEN IN ALL CAPS.
Red's eyes opened in a combination of fear and wonder as the sensations inside of her threatened to annihilate her completely. Vegeta sensed her fear and opened his eyes. The two continued the kiss with their eyes locked. After a minute Red finally pulled herself away to breathe and fan herself.
OKAY, IT'S SAFE AGAIN...FOR NOW.
All of the other guests cheered as a spotlight came on the couple.
"Congratulations to our couple! You've set a new record. Take a minute to restore the air to your lungs." Claire giggled. "Now, you have to unmask each other. It's part of the tradition"
Red turned back to Vegeta, who looked ticked off, yet curious to see what would happen next. Red took a deep breath and put her hands on the sides of Vegeta's mask, and her partner put his hands on hers.
"1...2...3... Go!" Claire said
DON'T YOU WANT TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENS NEXT? WELL DON'T YOU? WHY? WHAT'S THE POINT OF FINDING OUT? OKAY, I'M JUST BUGGING YOU. ARE YOU ANGRY YET? YOU ARE? ::LAUGHS NERVOUSLY:: WELL, WHY ARE YOU READING THIS THEN? OKAY, JUST STOP. QUIT. DON'T READ ANYMORE OF THIS. STOP! DESIST! QUIT IT ALREADY!
The masks came off. Vegeta was disappointed. He didn't recognize the woman, whoever she was, and Red was equally disappointed. *That was anti-climatic. *
The other guests ignored them as they unmasked themselves.
Vegeta looked bored again, "Listen woman," he said, still in the gruff 'pirate voice' he had been using all evening, "Why don't we just tell one another who we are."
Red smiled and nodded. "Fine by me. My name is Bulma Briefs. You might have seen me on the television a lot. I used to be the president, but I recently resigned. You probably didn't recognize me because, well, I didn't really want anyone to recognize me, for some reason, I just really wanted you to know who I am."
REMEMBER: I NEVER SAID THE WOMAN'S NAME WAS RED. I SAID, "WE'LL JUST REFER TO HER AS RED"SINCE SHE'S WEARING THAT COLOR.
Vegeta lost his composure. His mouth ajar, and his eyes widened he looked very comical. Bulma laughed. "You're probably wondering what a person like me is doing in a place like this. My old friend invited me. She's trying to cheer me up and I'd have to say that now that I've met you, it's worked."
Vegeta regained his composure, "Aren't you the one that was on TV with some fighter?"
"Yeah, that was me." she said bitterly.
Vegeta could hardly believe his good fortune, "Are you two still together, or are you seeing someone else?"
"No, I'm not seeing anyone. How could I? I loved that *sshole and I still do unfortunately; that's partly why I'm here. I dyed my hair and put in these contacts so I could find someone, like you, to help me forget him. Now it's your turn, Mr. Pirate. Who are you really?"
As an answer, Vegeta pulled off his moustache (then immediately regretted it).
Bulma looked confused. "You can't be...He'd never come to something like this." she said feeling dizzy and stumbling on the hem of her dress.
Vegeta caught her with ease and put her back on her feet. He bowed, "Yet, here I am. Glad to see me Bulma?" he said in his real voice.
Bulma felt ill. *I should have known. How could I have been so stupid? *She thought fanning herself furiously. *I can't let him see how much his presence bothers me. *
"I'm delighted to see you again," she said cheerfully, twirling a curly strand of brown hair around her finger.
Vegeta straightened and met her eyes, "Are you really, Bulma?" he asked softly.
Bulma lost her composure; "Of course I'm not! I never wanted to see you again, remember?"
"No one's stopping you from leaving."
Bulma frowned at the mockery in Vegeta's voice, "I think I'll stay," she said bravely.
Clairesse walked up to them and grabbed Vegeta's arm, "Come on you two, it's time to eat," she said brightly dragging the pirate off toward the long table. Bulma followed closely.
"Guests of honor sit at the two seats at the head of the table." Dane told them, smiling sympathetically at Vegeta.
Bulma and Vegeta sat, as ordered, as Dane and Clairesse moved to the other end of the table.
They ate in awkward silence while the other guests took their seats and began eating. The two guests of honor said nothing, until Bulma gasped aloud.
"What?" Vegeta asked, alarmed.
"The woman with the blue hair is coming over here." she whispered. The woman strolled over to them and sat next to Vegeta unceremoniously, and began to stroke his leg.
"Vegeta." The woman purred.
"Who the h*ll are you?" Vegeta asked angrily, removing her hand.
"Don't you recognize me, my love? I am Jez."
Bulma, who knew nothing of what Jez did to Vegeta in the past, felt a pang of intense jealousy and hatred for the woman and scowled furiously at her. Jez noticed this and smirked at her.
"Sweetheart, is this your whore?" She asked sharply.
All eyes in the room were on the three.
"Whore?!" Bulma screeched, outraged, "I am no whore."
"Jez, this is Bulma." Vegeta said, sounding bored, while he was actually anything but.
"I wish you happy Bulma." (It's the same as I wish you well.)
"I am quite sure you do," was the clear reply. Subdued laughing ran through the room.
Jez felt a red-black rage well inside of her, "What ever possessed you to fall in love with a human, Vegeta?" she asked, her voice dripping acid. She changed it to a low wheedling tone; "You left me for dead Vegeta. You loved me once; do you really want to lose me to her? Don't you want me still?"
Bulma smirked at Jez; "Perhaps Vegeta forgot you and turned to me so willingly," she said with devastating sweetness, "because he felt the need for a real woman."
Jez gasped as the barb hit its mark, "You b*tch."
"And proud of it." Bulma said, simply; leaving the dining room with her head held high. The remaining guests clapped and cheered as she left, and Jez ran quickly out of the room. Vegeta with great dignity, got up from the table and went into the parlor with some other guests who were sympathetic to his situation, and eager to hear all of the details (and if I know anything about Vegeta, he won't give them any).
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Bulma carefully sat down on the side of a fountain with her six layers of silk and brocade. There was a lovely garden out here and Bulma could make some of it out in the moonlight.
*I seem to create a scene everywhere I go now. *She sighed. She tensed as she heard fast footsteps behind her. She whipped her head in that direction.
"Who's there?" Silence answered her. "He-Hello?"
"Die b*tch!" Her assailant screeched and tackled Bulma. She (the assailant, not Bulma) pulled a dagger out of the small sheath attached to her thigh. Too surprised to scream, Bulma did the best she could in her costume to get Jez off of her. She grabbed the wrist with the knife in it and pushed it away from her. She scrambled to her feet and was dragged back onto the ground as Jez pulled her down by one of her skirts. Jez screamed in frustration and tried to stab through her neck. She pointed the knife at her throat, grinning maniacally as she prepared to jab. Bulma moved her head one way and smacked the knife out of Jez's hands, cutting herself in the process. Jez grabbed Bulma by her neck and slammed her head on the concrete paved garden floor repeatedly, causing the woman to moan and close her eyes.
"You'll die now b*tch," she told Bulma cheerfully. "You have to, I really have no choice but to kill you. Vegeta tried to kill my lover and me; he left us both for dead. Before he left I whispered his name; I know he heard me. He let me live. He loves me...or he did until you ruined things. The only way I can get him back is to get you out of the picture."
Bulma's eyes snapped open in anger and surprise, "You...stupid...*ss. Never...He'll never…love someone like...you." she gasped, trying to remove Jez's hands from around her neck.
"He will." Jez snarled, tightening her grip.
Bulma's hands dropped to her side as the world began to fade. Her last thought before she lost consciousness was for Vegeta, *I love you Vegeta! Kami help me...I love you. *
Jez dusted herself off and kicked Bulma's body behind the fountain. She picked her dagger up and put it back into its place. She strode back into Claire's rented 'house', with a new confidence. She searched the main room for the prince and finally found him standing off from the others.
"Vegeta." she said in a sultry voice (please do not confuse sultry with poultry =).
He turned around lazily, "Jez." He said sounding bored. He seemed to brighten a little with his next question, "Where's Bulma?" He tried to ask casually.
"Gone." Jez smirked, putting a hand to Vegeta's cheek and caressing it. "What the h*ll does it matter anymore? You have me now."
Vegeta frowned at Jez and swiped her hand away; "You disgust me."
Jez's face changed from one of confidence and triumph to one of anger and secrecy, "So, you really did love that girl? You loved me once, Vegeta."
"I thought I did." he scoffed.
Jez laughed crazily, "Well isn't that sad? Your little whore is dead. Or she will be soon."
In a matter of seconds, Vegeta turned SSJ and had Jez pinned against the wall by her neck. "Tell me where she is or pay the ultimate price."
Jez's eyes widened in fear, "She-she's outside. Behind the fountain." she said frantically.
Vegeta powered down as he gave her a look of contempt before he released her, leaving her to the stares of the other guests. Several women had fainted as Vegeta had transformed to Super Saiyan, others had ran out of the room.
SUICIDE ALERT! SUICIDE ALERT! SUICIDE ALERT!
Jez lay on the floor and grabbed her dagger, *Then I have nothing to live for. * She thought, stabbing herself in the heart.
IT'S SAFE TO READ NOW. DON'T GET ANGRY OVER WHY SHE KILLED HERSELF. SHE'S THE B*TCH THAT CHEATED ON VEGGIE EARLIER, AND SHE'S THE WHOLE REASON WHY HE IS SO RESERVED WITH WOMEN. BESIDES, SHE TRIED TO KILL BULMA; SHE HAD TO GO. ~_~
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Vegeta felt as though he died a thousand times while searching around the giant fountain for Bulma's body. He finally found her, when he heard her groan to his left. He got on his knees next to her and shook her.
Bulma cursed as her head was flung about by Vegeta's shaking, "D*mn it. The only person I know who would do something as insensitive as that is..." she opened her eyes gingerly. "Vegeta." She said weakly as she smiled into his face, "I knew it was you."
Vegeta couldn't help himself from grinning slightly at the woman's spunk. "Why are you always getting into trouble woman? The only way to keep you safe is to keep you with me all of the time." he said softly.
*Is that a proposal? * Bulma wondered.
"Let's get you to one of your thrice d*mned hospitals." he said.
"No, I'm fine… Really." Bulma protested. She winced when Vegeta tried to pick her up. "My side really hurts. I think that b*tch broke something."
Vegeta scowled as he realized who Bulma was talking about (he doesn't know she's dead), then smirked as he remembered what happened at dinner. *I've got to distract her from the pain. *He thought, picking Bulma up carefully.
KISS ALERT! KISS ALERT!
Bulma looked up at him, her eyes full of trust. Vegeta couldn't keep himself from kissing her. They both felt as though they had been sucked into a vortex, sinking in a whirlpool of sensation, taking them deeper and deeper as the kiss went on until they finally parted.
IT'S SAFE TO READ AGAIN.
Bulma cupped his chin with her hands and gazed into the stern face of her rescuer, *I can hardly believe that he's finally all mine. *She thought, kissing his chin. She suddenly started to cry, "Vegeta, I've gotten you all bloody. I'm so sorry." SHE'S PRETTY HIGH-STRUNG, THAT'S WHY SHE'S SO EMOTIONAL RIGHT NOW.
"Stop crying and calm down woman. It comes off," he said lazily.
"Why aren't we leaving for the hospital yet?" she asked, taking his advice.
"We left a long time ago." Vegeta laughed as he saw the realization dawn on Bulma's face.
"We were flying there the whole time? I didn't even notice!" She said, looking down at the scenery below.
"That was the intention." He answered, landing in front of the hospital's double doors. He started to carry her into the Emergency Room.
"I CAN walk, you know." Bulma huffed as Vegeta made his way through the crowded room.
"You're too slow, " Vegeta said. "You there!" He yelled at the receptionist, "I demand that you take this woman to a doctor immediately. She is badly hurt."
The receptionist looked at Vegeta from around his magazine, "Her and everyone else in this room. Get in line with every--wait a second. Is that President Briefs? Wow, bring her right in!" (Sorry about the cheesiness)
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"She should be fine. Her ribs are a little sore; they should feel better in a few days. The cuts on her hands have been cleaned and they'll be okay, also." The doctor said giving Vegeta a towel to wipe the blood off of his face. "She can go home whenever she's ready."
Bulma hopped out of the chair, "Let's go!" (Ah! More cheesiness).
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*I have never been happier. *Bulma thought as she held onto Vegeta as he flew them home.
"Can't we go any faster?" Bulma whined. Vegeta smirked, before going SSJ and taking off at full speed. Bulma screamed in delight and closed her eyes as the wind tore violently at her hair; sending it flying into her face. *So this is what it's like to really fly. *
Vegeta stopped abruptly and they began to plummet to the ground. He let her go and she started to walk a little unsteadily towards C.C. "Want to come in for an early breakfast?"
Vegeta shrugged and followed her in, "Why not?"
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"Would you like a 16th helping?" Bulma asked amused as she watched the prince eat beside her.
"Why not?" He picking up his fork and knife, and starting on the next stack of pancakes.
"I love you Vegeta." she told him adoringly (speaking of eating, you have got to give some credit to Chichi for sticking with Goku after seeing the way he eats; how does she do it? I don't know how Vegeta eats [COULD SOMEONE LET ME KNOW?], but he is very well mannered in this story...unless he's around those airline peanuts or Mexican pizza =).
"I know that."
Bulma swatted him; "You jerk. You're supposed to say 'I love you too'."
Vegeta looked up from his empty plate, "Don't you humans say, 'actions speak louder than words'?"
"Well--yes."
"Than why do I have to tell you? If you are unable to tell my feelings by now, there has to be something wrong with you." He chided.
"You're right. I love you Veggie-chan." (I KNOW, EVERYONE AND THEIR GRANDMOTHER HAS VEGETA BEING CALLED VEGGIE-CHAN IN THEIR STORY, BUT I JUST THOUGHT IT WAS JUST A CUTE WAY TO END THIS SECTION OF THE CHAPTER)
Vegeta growled at her, "Don't call me that."
"I was just kidding Veggie-chan." Bulma laughed.
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Ring, ring! "Hello?"
"Bulma, this is Chichi. Have you seen Vegeta? Goku's getting worried about him."
"Oh. He's over here with me. He's been helping me because of my hands." Bulma said blushing.
"So that's where he's been for the last week." Chichi said giving Goku (who was listening at her side) thumbs up.
"Yes, but we haven't done anything." she said defensively.
"Of course you haven't." Chichi said, adding 'yet' to that statement in her mind. "I'll talk to you later Bulma." she said hanging up.
"I'll give them about a week before something happens." Chichi laughed.
"A week is too long. I'd say three days." Goku said, joining in his wife's laughter.
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YAY, I'M DONE WITH THIS CHAPTER. THERE IS A CHAPTER AND AN EPILOGUE LEFT. SIXTEEN IS THE LUCKY NUMBER. I HAVE 16 BOYFRIENDS, 16 DOGS, 16 CATS, I'VE BEEN STRUCK BY LIGHTNING 16 TIMES, I HAVE BEEN PROPOSED TO 16 TIMES, I LIVED IN 16 DIFFERENT STATES, AND ALL I HAVE IS 16 CENTS, SO PLEASE DON'T SUE ME, BECAUSE I DON'T OWN DBZ.
I'M NOT GOING TO GIVE ANYTHING ELSE UP, JUST READ CHAPTER SIXTEEN AND THE EPILOGUE (WHICH WILL BE SEPERATE.)