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Goku pulled away from the window, shocked. Bulma and...Vejita? Could it even be possible? But then again, Bulma HAD pulled away--did that indicate that the feeling was not mutual? After all, it had only been a day since her breakup with Yamcha, and Bulma was not one to rush those kinds of things. She hadn't been, anyway. Perhaps all of this had been a terrible mistake, the result of the poisonous things Bulma had taken to putting into her body. The confused Saiyan shook his head and once again turned back to the window. Vejita remained on the railing of the gazebo, glaring down at his feet. Bulma trotted unsteadily towards the house, wiping away tears. Goku, not wanting to risk her wrath, hurried back to the party, unprepared to deal with what he had just seen.
Bulma slid the doors shut behind her, sniffling quietly. What was wrong with her? How could she have come so close to kissing VEJITA, the arrogant Prince of All Things Unholy? It was enough to give somebody a heart attack! She leaned back against the glass doors, closed her eyes, and took a deep, soothing breath.
It had been too soon, too fast. She had felt his breath on her face, on her neck, and it had been too fast. She had remembered how Yamcha had loved to kiss her. They'd be sitting, driving, traveling together and he would just lean over and kiss her, unexpectedly. She couldn't help but feel some guilt also--she wasn't totally adapted to being a single woman again. But, she reminded herself, Vejita had made the first move. Which was ANOTHER cause for a heart attack. He had been nothing but sarcastic and judgmental of her ever since he had arrived on Earth--hell, ever since they had met on Namek! How could he possibly be feeling anything more than physical attraction to her? It was hormones, she managed to convince herself. He's only twenty-some, he musn't be completely over that phase yet.
But, a part of her admitted, you weren't exactly reluctant!
"It was a mistake," she whispered, pressing a hand to her forehead. "A terrible, terrible mistake."
She looked over her shoulder, out the window. Vejita remained where he had previously been, an expression of irritation on his handsome face. He was rolling a glowing red ball of ki between his fingers absently. Not being able to bear it any longer, she turned back around and exhaled.
"What was a mistake?" a kind, heartbreakingly familiar voice asked.
Bulma was snapped out of her reverie instantly to find herself face-to-face with Yamcha. He wore his favorite charcoal gray suit, with a white baseball jersey peeking out from beneath the jacket. Not surprising--Yamcha couldn't go anywhere without some form of baseball regalia. Seeing him like that, so predictable and level-headed, made Bulma's skin crawl with longing.
"N-nothing..." she muttered, stepping away from the doors. "Nothing at all."
Yamcha swallowed. Apparently Bulma wasn't the only uncomfortable one. "You and Vejita were missing, and Goku came back looking a little troubled--I wanted to make sure that he wasn't harming you in any way. You never know with that guy..." He trailed off uncertainly, shaken by the anguished look on her pale face. "Are you okay, baby? You look a little bewildered. Did that sonuvabitch HURT you?"
"Since when is that YOUR concern?" Bulma spat.
"It will always be my concern, Bulma," Yamcha said sternly. "Even though you're not my girl, you're still my friend."
"Your friend?" Bulma crossed her arms. "Thanks."
"Listen, getting angry isn't going to make it feel any better!" Yamcha exclaimed, throwing up his hands. "I went through EXACTLY what you are when you dumped ME those countless times! You're not the only one in the world that's suffering, Bulma. Think about something besides yourself for once!"
"I don't want to fight with you," Bulma said quietly. "Stop."
"Like hell you don't!" Yamcha ranted. "That's what you live for--a good argument, a good party, a good high...whatever strikes you as interesting at the moment! I need someone who I can depend on."
"I'm trying to stop. Did you hear me? I'M TRYING TO STOP." Tears were flowing again, but Bulma ignored them. "I'm not perfect, Yamcha."
"No," Yamcha replied coolly. "You're not."
Bulma watched sullenly as he turned and slowly made his way back to the party. She blinked, trying to remember exactly when she and Yamcha had ceased to get along. It seemed like just yesterday that he had been standing behind her on the baseball field, chuckling as he adjusted her grip on the bat, murmuring instructions into her ear.
"Choke up a little," he whispered. "You need control of the bat."
"Like that?"
"Exactly."
"You'll make a ball player of me yet..."
"Now THAT'S wishful thinking!"
Laughter, the hot breath on her neck, the beautiful sunset, the gentle caresses that Bulma had mistakenly taken for granted, not knowing that it would all end soon. They all linked together to form one huge, unbelievably painful memory in Bulma's mind. There would be no more happy days for Yamcha and Bulma. No more dates, no more sex, no more carefree days at the park.
She knew that most girls would be getting over the breakup by now, perhaps even forgotten the pain and moved on, returning to their flirtaceous ways without a second thought. But not Bulma. Yamcha had been special; he had been her only. She had never loved another man in her entire life. Her heart froze over at the knowledge that she would probably never love like that again.
Though it was the last thing she wanted to do, she knew that if she didn't return to the party soon suspicions would arise and someone would come looking for her. She definitely didn't want to be found like this. She ripped a paper towel off the roll hanging next to the sink and cleaned her face, careful not to smudge what remained of her makeup. Screw Yamcha--she would show him that Bulma Briefs was a survivor!
She rolled back her shoulders, lifted her chin, and smoothed her dress, then slowly made her way into the common room.
Vejita watched Bulma move away from the window after her confrontation with Yamcha and disappear into the common room. His hands clenched into fists as he contemplated a proper punishment for her. While seeking revenge on the troubled girl was the furthest thing from his true wishes, he knew that if he did otherwise, he would never be able to live this rejection down. He just prayed that the girl hadn't blurted to somebody stupid like Kakkarott or her idiot ex--for that could swiftly develop into the stuff of nightmares. The last thing he needed was for his bold advancements to become public knowledge.
"Poor little Bulma," he snarled. "You've got something coming."
He thought back to his days on Vejitasei, how Saiyan females would crawl all over each other just to catch a fleeting glimpse of him. Just think what they would have done to receive a mere iota of the attention he paid to this one weak female! She had, indeed, made a very large mistake. Or at least that was what Vejita was struggling to convince himself.
He would return to the ridiculous little party, just to keep Mrs. Briefs off his back. He wished to observe the girl's behavior, to see how she would react to his presence. If she would react at all. How she was holding up after her bastard of an ex-boyfriend had contaminated her mind with his foolish beliefs. He hated himself, degraded himself for having such a weakness, but still he found himself hopping off the railing and walking back into the house, back to the party from hell.
"Something damned good had better come out of all this," he muttered. "Or I might seriously reconsider allowing this planet to remain unscathed."
It was an empty threat and he knew it; for as long as Bulma Briefs lived here, Earth was safe from Prince Vejita's wrath.
Goku rushed to her side as soon as she entered the room, concern clouding his warm brown eyes. He quickly pulled her aside, knowing when he needed to talk to his life-long friend.
"Is everything all right?" he asked, wisely refraining from touching her. "I'm sorry, but I saw you outside with Vejita..."
"Then you should know exactly what's wrong," Bulma snapped. "Shouldn't it be obvious, even to you?"
Goku's hopeful face fell at her harsh words. "Look, Bulma--I didn't mean to offend you. I'm sorry, I'll leave you alone from now on, since that's what you seem to want." He turned to leave, but Bulma stopped him with a heavy hand on his shoulder.
"You're right, Goku." Her voice was heavy with tears. "I do want to be left alone..."
Though he couldn't comprehend what her statement meant, Goku could understand that she was feeling pain. He took his best friend into his arms and held her as she cried, slowly and carefully leading her out of the room to spare her any more embarrassment. He stopped once they were safely behind the closed doors of her family's library. The bookshelves towered over them ominously in the semi-darkness.
"What do you mean?" the concerned Saiyan asked.
Bulma looked up, pressing her small hands to her cheeks. "Humans suck, Goku--don't you ever become like one of us. Our weak emotions hinder us, and we are bothered by even the tiniest of setbacks." Her miserable tone of voice touched Goku.
"Emotions aren't weak!" Goku protested. "Why, if it weren't for my emotions, I would never been able to go Super Saiyan, and if it weren't for Vejita's emotions, I would most likely be pushing up daisies right now instead of here with you!"
"Vejita doesn't have emotions, besides anger of course," Bulma muttered bitterly. "He's an ass, Goku, I don't see why you waste your time on a monster like him."
Goku smiled knowingly. "Oh come on, Bulma, I know you don't think that."
"What do YOU know?" Bulma demanded. "I know him better than any of you--he's been living in my house for a long time now. That man is the most blood-thirsty, ruthless, arrogant person in the universe. What would I see in HIM?" She then added, "I DO have taste, you know."
"I saw you pull away from Vejita," Goku said awkwardly. "Why? You and Yamcha aren't going out anymore."
Bulma regarded her friend seriously. "Be realistic, Goku. Vejita is...different. Once this unforseen danger is over with, and the androids or whatever are defeated, he will begin his hunt for the dragonballs again. He will never stop until he is the supreme master of the universe and you know it. He trains constantly to acheive Super Saiyan status, to surpass your strength. Once he has passed you up, do you think he's gonna want to stay and be reminded that he was once second best any longer than he must? Besides, I'm not ready for another relationship. I don't think I will be for a little while."
Goku couldn't argue with most of that, but he felt he knew something that Bulma didn't know about the enigmatic Saiyan Prince. Yet, anyway. "I don't think that the gravity room is the only reason he's staying with us, B-chan." He grabbed her hand and squeezed it. "Let's go back. I'm sure that everybody's wondering what's up by now."
"Chichi especially," Bulma mused. "She probably thinks we've gone and eloped."
"Horses lope, Bulma, not humans," Goku reminded her. Whatever temporary bit of wisdom he had possessed had disappeared. "Didn't you know that?"
By the time they returned, all of the guests but Chichi and Gohan and left. Chichi paced the room, and Gohan skipping along behind her, his furry little tail wagging. Vejita was sprawled out on the leather couch, finishing off the leftovers of the buffet Mrs. Briefs had set out. Various models of Dr. Briefs's robots scurried about, cleaning the place. Chichi rushed the two as soon as they stepped foot into the room.
"Where have you two BEEN?!" she screeched. She turned her glare onto Bulma, who stared calmly back. "And just WHAT were you DOING?"
Bulma answered for Goku, who looked a bit intimidated. "We were in the library, making passionate love on my father's desk."
Chichi turned beet red from head to toe, twitching with anger. Vejita choked on his food, laughing uproarously at her almost comical reaction.
"WHAAAAAAAAT?!!"
"Don't worry, woman, Kakkarott wouldn't know what to do with a dick, even if he had one," Vejita retorted, standing and tossing his plate of food aside. Bulma met his eyes and quickly looked down at her feet. His eyes darkened as he regarded her silently. "And the girl is prude anyway. I wouldn't worry about those two if I were you."
"And YOU would know?!" Chichi said incredulously.
Silence. Bulma was very close to tears, her face was pale and tight with the effort of holding them back. Goku looked bashfully back and forth between Chichi and Vejita, thinking about what he had seen. Chichi's question hung heavily in the air.
"Perhaps," Vejita said quietly. "Weren't you about to leave?"
Chichi looked at Bulma with wide, disbelieving eyes. "Oh Kami!" she breathed. "It can't be true."
Bulma was unresponsive. Once again, silence.
"That's...DISGUSTING!" the older woman spat. Bulma flinched as if she had been struck. "YOU, having relations with that MURDERER? Now he is not the only evil one in our midst. You should be ashamed of yourself!" Even when speaking to someone such as Bulma, she sounded like a mother. "You have disgraced the human race, Bulma Briefs. Keep that in mind next time you think to communicate with MY family."
Tears trailed down Bulma's white face at Chichi's utter indifference as the older woman gathered Goku and Gohan and left. Goku caught a glimpse of her losing control over her emotion just as the door slammed behind him.
Vejita just barely kept his anger in check as the woman sank back onto the couch, obviously irritated over his witnessing her tears. He shifted his weight uncomfortably, struggling for the proper words to say. He watched the woman hide her face behind her long hair and hands, torn between a sarcastic comment and an offer of comfort. Fearing the latter would be too much, he simply blurted the first thing that came into his mind.
"Its not like that bitch knows much about sex anyway..." he said, regretting his words as soon as they spilled out. Bulma lifted a tearstained face up to him, her eyes disbelieving. "I mean, Kakkarott? And sex? Hell will freeze over before he knows a damned thing about what he's doing in THAT situation."
Bulma was incredulous. "And YOU know better? You don't just move in on a girl as soon as her boyfriend dumps her, you know! That's NOT how it works! I've done more crying in the past week than I have my entire LIFE, Your 'Highness'! Don't you think its high time to start leaving me alone? And I am NOT prude, you asshole."
It was Vejita's turn to be startled. "I wasn't the ONLY one ready for some action, little one! If I'm recalling correctly, you AGREED that you wanted it too."
The flustered girl shot up, all thoughts of crying forgotten in her embarrassment. "Now you listen to me, you...you--whatever!" She poked a finger at his chest, her face contorted in anger. "Just because you've been craving a piece of ass doesn't mean that you have to come right on in and break MY heart! You aren't all that, you know--far from it, actually."
"If you continue on this way you won't have to worry about my attitude for very much longer, woman. You'd better quit while you're ahead...well, to a certain point."
"I will NOT!" Bulma's face was determined.
"Yes, you will!" Vejita's face was equally resolute.
"Will not!"
"Will too!"
"Will NOT!"
Vejita was sick of this childish development. He stifled his rising ki and clenched his fists. "YOU encouraged ME, you evil little whore!"
Bulma's face was red to the roots of her hair as her mother and father entered the room, watching the arguement with surprise--and interest. Vejita hardly noticed them.
"I would never associate with a womanizing jerk like you, even if you still had a planet to rule over!"
Vejita's composure never wavered, even at this reference to his planet's destruction. "Too late! You already HAVE!!"
The two stared each other down silently. If looks could kill, they would both be dead. Vejita's face was hard and full of poise, while Bulma's eyebrows were twitching and her expression furious. Dr. and Mrs. Briefs watched with dismay, quite confused over exactly what had happened between the two.
"This is a waste of my time," Bulma muttered, and trudged out of the room. "I hate men."
Vejita smirked at his victory and then suddenly noticed Bulma's parents, who stared right back at him. He shrugged and started to back out of the room. "Right."
As he left, Bulma's father turned to Mrs. Briefs and whispered, "Do you think they've...well, you know..."
Mrs. Briefs smiled and clasped her hands together, her eyes dreamy. "I don't know honey, but I'm determined to find out!"
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(A/N): Okay people, let me explain a very simple concept to you before I release you to go through with the lesson and put my teachings to good use. REVIEW. Spelled r-e-v-i-e-w...pronounced ree-veyoo. All you have to do is think of even the simplest, quickest thing to say, then click the button below and type it in. It takes all of, what, two seconds? Its only polite, you know. Us pathetic little ff.net writers need some proper motivation--after all, who do you think we're doing this for? Ourselves?!!
On that note, I hope to be hearing for y'all SOON...... Rhapsody~*
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Goku pulled away from the window, shocked. Bulma and...Vejita? Could it even be possible? But then again, Bulma HAD pulled away--did that indicate that the feeling was not mutual? After all, it had only been a day since her breakup with Yamcha, and Bulma was not one to rush those kinds of things. She hadn't been, anyway. Perhaps all of this had been a terrible mistake, the result of the poisonous things Bulma had taken to putting into her body. The confused Saiyan shook his head and once again turned back to the window. Vejita remained on the railing of the gazebo, glaring down at his feet. Bulma trotted unsteadily towards the house, wiping away tears. Goku, not wanting to risk her wrath, hurried back to the party, unprepared to deal with what he had just seen.
Bulma slid the doors shut behind her, sniffling quietly. What was wrong with her? How could she have come so close to kissing VEJITA, the arrogant Prince of All Things Unholy? It was enough to give somebody a heart attack! She leaned back against the glass doors, closed her eyes, and took a deep, soothing breath.
It had been too soon, too fast. She had felt his breath on her face, on her neck, and it had been too fast. She had remembered how Yamcha had loved to kiss her. They'd be sitting, driving, traveling together and he would just lean over and kiss her, unexpectedly. She couldn't help but feel some guilt also--she wasn't totally adapted to being a single woman again. But, she reminded herself, Vejita had made the first move. Which was ANOTHER cause for a heart attack. He had been nothing but sarcastic and judgmental of her ever since he had arrived on Earth--hell, ever since they had met on Namek! How could he possibly be feeling anything more than physical attraction to her? It was hormones, she managed to convince herself. He's only twenty-some, he musn't be completely over that phase yet.
But, a part of her admitted, you weren't exactly reluctant!
"It was a mistake," she whispered, pressing a hand to her forehead. "A terrible, terrible mistake."
She looked over her shoulder, out the window. Vejita remained where he had previously been, an expression of irritation on his handsome face. He was rolling a glowing red ball of ki between his fingers absently. Not being able to bear it any longer, she turned back around and exhaled.
"What was a mistake?" a kind, heartbreakingly familiar voice asked.
Bulma was snapped out of her reverie instantly to find herself face-to-face with Yamcha. He wore his favorite charcoal gray suit, with a white baseball jersey peeking out from beneath the jacket. Not surprising--Yamcha couldn't go anywhere without some form of baseball regalia. Seeing him like that, so predictable and level-headed, made Bulma's skin crawl with longing.
"N-nothing..." she muttered, stepping away from the doors. "Nothing at all."
Yamcha swallowed. Apparently Bulma wasn't the only uncomfortable one. "You and Vejita were missing, and Goku came back looking a little troubled--I wanted to make sure that he wasn't harming you in any way. You never know with that guy..." He trailed off uncertainly, shaken by the anguished look on her pale face. "Are you okay, baby? You look a little bewildered. Did that sonuvabitch HURT you?"
"Since when is that YOUR concern?" Bulma spat.
"It will always be my concern, Bulma," Yamcha said sternly. "Even though you're not my girl, you're still my friend."
"Your friend?" Bulma crossed her arms. "Thanks."
"Listen, getting angry isn't going to make it feel any better!" Yamcha exclaimed, throwing up his hands. "I went through EXACTLY what you are when you dumped ME those countless times! You're not the only one in the world that's suffering, Bulma. Think about something besides yourself for once!"
"I don't want to fight with you," Bulma said quietly. "Stop."
"Like hell you don't!" Yamcha ranted. "That's what you live for--a good argument, a good party, a good high...whatever strikes you as interesting at the moment! I need someone who I can depend on."
"I'm trying to stop. Did you hear me? I'M TRYING TO STOP." Tears were flowing again, but Bulma ignored them. "I'm not perfect, Yamcha."
"No," Yamcha replied coolly. "You're not."
Bulma watched sullenly as he turned and slowly made his way back to the party. She blinked, trying to remember exactly when she and Yamcha had ceased to get along. It seemed like just yesterday that he had been standing behind her on the baseball field, chuckling as he adjusted her grip on the bat, murmuring instructions into her ear.
"Choke up a little," he whispered. "You need control of the bat."
"Like that?"
"Exactly."
"You'll make a ball player of me yet..."
"Now THAT'S wishful thinking!"
Laughter, the hot breath on her neck, the beautiful sunset, the gentle caresses that Bulma had mistakenly taken for granted, not knowing that it would all end soon. They all linked together to form one huge, unbelievably painful memory in Bulma's mind. There would be no more happy days for Yamcha and Bulma. No more dates, no more sex, no more carefree days at the park.
She knew that most girls would be getting over the breakup by now, perhaps even forgotten the pain and moved on, returning to their flirtaceous ways without a second thought. But not Bulma. Yamcha had been special; he had been her only. She had never loved another man in her entire life. Her heart froze over at the knowledge that she would probably never love like that again.
Though it was the last thing she wanted to do, she knew that if she didn't return to the party soon suspicions would arise and someone would come looking for her. She definitely didn't want to be found like this. She ripped a paper towel off the roll hanging next to the sink and cleaned her face, careful not to smudge what remained of her makeup. Screw Yamcha--she would show him that Bulma Briefs was a survivor!
She rolled back her shoulders, lifted her chin, and smoothed her dress, then slowly made her way into the common room.
Vejita watched Bulma move away from the window after her confrontation with Yamcha and disappear into the common room. His hands clenched into fists as he contemplated a proper punishment for her. While seeking revenge on the troubled girl was the furthest thing from his true wishes, he knew that if he did otherwise, he would never be able to live this rejection down. He just prayed that the girl hadn't blurted to somebody stupid like Kakkarott or her idiot ex--for that could swiftly develop into the stuff of nightmares. The last thing he needed was for his bold advancements to become public knowledge.
"Poor little Bulma," he snarled. "You've got something coming."
He thought back to his days on Vejitasei, how Saiyan females would crawl all over each other just to catch a fleeting glimpse of him. Just think what they would have done to receive a mere iota of the attention he paid to this one weak female! She had, indeed, made a very large mistake. Or at least that was what Vejita was struggling to convince himself.
He would return to the ridiculous little party, just to keep Mrs. Briefs off his back. He wished to observe the girl's behavior, to see how she would react to his presence. If she would react at all. How she was holding up after her bastard of an ex-boyfriend had contaminated her mind with his foolish beliefs. He hated himself, degraded himself for having such a weakness, but still he found himself hopping off the railing and walking back into the house, back to the party from hell.
"Something damned good had better come out of all this," he muttered. "Or I might seriously reconsider allowing this planet to remain unscathed."
It was an empty threat and he knew it; for as long as Bulma Briefs lived here, Earth was safe from Prince Vejita's wrath.
Goku rushed to her side as soon as she entered the room, concern clouding his warm brown eyes. He quickly pulled her aside, knowing when he needed to talk to his life-long friend.
"Is everything all right?" he asked, wisely refraining from touching her. "I'm sorry, but I saw you outside with Vejita..."
"Then you should know exactly what's wrong," Bulma snapped. "Shouldn't it be obvious, even to you?"
Goku's hopeful face fell at her harsh words. "Look, Bulma--I didn't mean to offend you. I'm sorry, I'll leave you alone from now on, since that's what you seem to want." He turned to leave, but Bulma stopped him with a heavy hand on his shoulder.
"You're right, Goku." Her voice was heavy with tears. "I do want to be left alone..."
Though he couldn't comprehend what her statement meant, Goku could understand that she was feeling pain. He took his best friend into his arms and held her as she cried, slowly and carefully leading her out of the room to spare her any more embarrassment. He stopped once they were safely behind the closed doors of her family's library. The bookshelves towered over them ominously in the semi-darkness.
"What do you mean?" the concerned Saiyan asked.
Bulma looked up, pressing her small hands to her cheeks. "Humans suck, Goku--don't you ever become like one of us. Our weak emotions hinder us, and we are bothered by even the tiniest of setbacks." Her miserable tone of voice touched Goku.
"Emotions aren't weak!" Goku protested. "Why, if it weren't for my emotions, I would never been able to go Super Saiyan, and if it weren't for Vejita's emotions, I would most likely be pushing up daisies right now instead of here with you!"
"Vejita doesn't have emotions, besides anger of course," Bulma muttered bitterly. "He's an ass, Goku, I don't see why you waste your time on a monster like him."
Goku smiled knowingly. "Oh come on, Bulma, I know you don't think that."
"What do YOU know?" Bulma demanded. "I know him better than any of you--he's been living in my house for a long time now. That man is the most blood-thirsty, ruthless, arrogant person in the universe. What would I see in HIM?" She then added, "I DO have taste, you know."
"I saw you pull away from Vejita," Goku said awkwardly. "Why? You and Yamcha aren't going out anymore."
Bulma regarded her friend seriously. "Be realistic, Goku. Vejita is...different. Once this unforseen danger is over with, and the androids or whatever are defeated, he will begin his hunt for the dragonballs again. He will never stop until he is the supreme master of the universe and you know it. He trains constantly to acheive Super Saiyan status, to surpass your strength. Once he has passed you up, do you think he's gonna want to stay and be reminded that he was once second best any longer than he must? Besides, I'm not ready for another relationship. I don't think I will be for a little while."
Goku couldn't argue with most of that, but he felt he knew something that Bulma didn't know about the enigmatic Saiyan Prince. Yet, anyway. "I don't think that the gravity room is the only reason he's staying with us, B-chan." He grabbed her hand and squeezed it. "Let's go back. I'm sure that everybody's wondering what's up by now."
"Chichi especially," Bulma mused. "She probably thinks we've gone and eloped."
"Horses lope, Bulma, not humans," Goku reminded her. Whatever temporary bit of wisdom he had possessed had disappeared. "Didn't you know that?"
By the time they returned, all of the guests but Chichi and Gohan and left. Chichi paced the room, and Gohan skipping along behind her, his furry little tail wagging. Vejita was sprawled out on the leather couch, finishing off the leftovers of the buffet Mrs. Briefs had set out. Various models of Dr. Briefs's robots scurried about, cleaning the place. Chichi rushed the two as soon as they stepped foot into the room.
"Where have you two BEEN?!" she screeched. She turned her glare onto Bulma, who stared calmly back. "And just WHAT were you DOING?"
Bulma answered for Goku, who looked a bit intimidated. "We were in the library, making passionate love on my father's desk."
Chichi turned beet red from head to toe, twitching with anger. Vejita choked on his food, laughing uproarously at her almost comical reaction.
"WHAAAAAAAAT?!!"
"Don't worry, woman, Kakkarott wouldn't know what to do with a dick, even if he had one," Vejita retorted, standing and tossing his plate of food aside. Bulma met his eyes and quickly looked down at her feet. His eyes darkened as he regarded her silently. "And the girl is prude anyway. I wouldn't worry about those two if I were you."
"And YOU would know?!" Chichi said incredulously.
Silence. Bulma was very close to tears, her face was pale and tight with the effort of holding them back. Goku looked bashfully back and forth between Chichi and Vejita, thinking about what he had seen. Chichi's question hung heavily in the air.
"Perhaps," Vejita said quietly. "Weren't you about to leave?"
Chichi looked at Bulma with wide, disbelieving eyes. "Oh Kami!" she breathed. "It can't be true."
Bulma was unresponsive. Once again, silence.
"That's...DISGUSTING!" the older woman spat. Bulma flinched as if she had been struck. "YOU, having relations with that MURDERER? Now he is not the only evil one in our midst. You should be ashamed of yourself!" Even when speaking to someone such as Bulma, she sounded like a mother. "You have disgraced the human race, Bulma Briefs. Keep that in mind next time you think to communicate with MY family."
Tears trailed down Bulma's white face at Chichi's utter indifference as the older woman gathered Goku and Gohan and left. Goku caught a glimpse of her losing control over her emotion just as the door slammed behind him.
Vejita just barely kept his anger in check as the woman sank back onto the couch, obviously irritated over his witnessing her tears. He shifted his weight uncomfortably, struggling for the proper words to say. He watched the woman hide her face behind her long hair and hands, torn between a sarcastic comment and an offer of comfort. Fearing the latter would be too much, he simply blurted the first thing that came into his mind.
"Its not like that bitch knows much about sex anyway..." he said, regretting his words as soon as they spilled out. Bulma lifted a tearstained face up to him, her eyes disbelieving. "I mean, Kakkarott? And sex? Hell will freeze over before he knows a damned thing about what he's doing in THAT situation."
Bulma was incredulous. "And YOU know better? You don't just move in on a girl as soon as her boyfriend dumps her, you know! That's NOT how it works! I've done more crying in the past week than I have my entire LIFE, Your 'Highness'! Don't you think its high time to start leaving me alone? And I am NOT prude, you asshole."
It was Vejita's turn to be startled. "I wasn't the ONLY one ready for some action, little one! If I'm recalling correctly, you AGREED that you wanted it too."
The flustered girl shot up, all thoughts of crying forgotten in her embarrassment. "Now you listen to me, you...you--whatever!" She poked a finger at his chest, her face contorted in anger. "Just because you've been craving a piece of ass doesn't mean that you have to come right on in and break MY heart! You aren't all that, you know--far from it, actually."
"If you continue on this way you won't have to worry about my attitude for very much longer, woman. You'd better quit while you're ahead...well, to a certain point."
"I will NOT!" Bulma's face was determined.
"Yes, you will!" Vejita's face was equally resolute.
"Will not!"
"Will too!"
"Will NOT!"
Vejita was sick of this childish development. He stifled his rising ki and clenched his fists. "YOU encouraged ME, you evil little whore!"
Bulma's face was red to the roots of her hair as her mother and father entered the room, watching the arguement with surprise--and interest. Vejita hardly noticed them.
"I would never associate with a womanizing jerk like you, even if you still had a planet to rule over!"
Vejita's composure never wavered, even at this reference to his planet's destruction. "Too late! You already HAVE!!"
The two stared each other down silently. If looks could kill, they would both be dead. Vejita's face was hard and full of poise, while Bulma's eyebrows were twitching and her expression furious. Dr. and Mrs. Briefs watched with dismay, quite confused over exactly what had happened between the two.
"This is a waste of my time," Bulma muttered, and trudged out of the room. "I hate men."
Vejita smirked at his victory and then suddenly noticed Bulma's parents, who stared right back at him. He shrugged and started to back out of the room. "Right."
As he left, Bulma's father turned to Mrs. Briefs and whispered, "Do you think they've...well, you know..."
Mrs. Briefs smiled and clasped her hands together, her eyes dreamy. "I don't know honey, but I'm determined to find out!"
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(A/N): Okay people, let me explain a very simple concept to you before I release you to go through with the lesson and put my teachings to good use. REVIEW. Spelled r-e-v-i-e-w...pronounced ree-veyoo. All you have to do is think of even the simplest, quickest thing to say, then click the button below and type it in. It takes all of, what, two seconds? Its only polite, you know. Us pathetic little ff.net writers need some proper motivation--after all, who do you think we're doing this for? Ourselves?!!
On that note, I hope to be hearing for y'all SOON...... Rhapsody~*
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