Disclaimer: There are so ridiculous...NO ONE WHO WRITES ON FF.NET OWNS DBZ!
But i still want my own Vejita!!!!
Buruma fishtailed into Spyderz and glanced up at the sky. She saw Yamcha flying toward the club and cursed at herself for not heading straight home. She quickly capsulized the bike, put it in her pocket and ran into the club. Buruma didn't even notice the man standing in front of her until it was too late. She slammed into him, spilling his drink and almost knocking both of them to the ground. Buruma immediately started to clean the drink off his navy button down shirt and apologized. She also told him that she would buy him another drink. The man, who introduced himself as Haricho, started to laugh and exclaimed. " No gentleman would let a lovely lady such as yourself buy them a drink because of a small collision." He pulled out a chair near the bar and pushed it in behind Buruma as she sat down. Buruma found herself liking this train of thinking. Not because she got a free drink or because she got out of buying someone a drink. Something about treating a woman with such respect and without scorn at her mistake seemed very noble, and foreign, to Buruma Briefs. Vejita and Yamcha certainly didn't respect her, in fact, Goku seemed to be the only one who ever respected her, but even Son-Ku had never pulled out a chair for Buruma, and she became saddened at the thought that she had never been treated nicely by the opposite sex.
At that moment, Yamcha burst into the club, wildly looking right....left....right...left...right before doing the double glance after spotting Buruma sitting at the bar chatting with another guy. He recognized the guy, his name was David and he was a real creep. He used this fake name to sound more exotic. Yamcha angrily strode up to the table and slammed his hand down on the bar, causing everyone's drink to spill and everyone's head to swing around. Buruma exploded before Yamcha even had a chance to lift his fist off the bar.
"You listen to me, you cheating bastard! I don't need you and I don't want you! I want a man who'll treat me right. I don't need a sniveling boy to look after! You are an immature piece of filth. When I met you, you couldn't even look at a girl. I made you the closest thing you are to a man and you couldn't even do the rest!! Damn Yamcha, you'll never know what you're missing. You'll never find a girl of my class, intelligence, or looks EVER AGAIN!!" Yamcha recovered quickly and shot back.
"A girl with class would never sleep with a monkey! And as for looks...EIIIIIIIIIIIEEEE" After Yamcha made the monkey comment, Buruma kicked him where it hurts, grabbed her drink that Haricho had bought for her, and promtly poured it over his head, leaned forward and whispered in his ear.
"That's right Yamcha, I don't need a boy like you anymore. I found myself a real man and he's better than you EVER were" Buruma stood up straight, straightened her skirt, bowed to the applause she was getting from the crowd that had gathered, and calmly walked out of Spyderz. As she walked out into the parking lot, she felt a strong grip on her arm, she looked to see Haricho holding her arm in a vise like hold. There was a smile on his face but his not in his eyes.
"What happened? You never finished your drink?"
"Yea...its all over my ex now...it had an almond taste to it, didn't it?
"Yea, I don't know what it was called...but I do know how you can make it up to me."
Before Buruma knew what was happening, Haricho had her against the cold brick wall, both of her arms held in his grip.
"Hiracho! What are you doi..!!?!" Buruma was cut off when Haricho pressed his lips against hers. As his kisses trailed down her neck she tried to tell him to stop but he wouldn't listen, and she was stuck with her arms pinned. Just then, Yamcha walked out of the club and prepared to blast off. He heard Buruma calling him and looked over to where Hiracho held her.
"Yamcha! Get this creep OFF ME!"
"Humph...where's your monkey prince now?" With that, Yamcha flew off into the night. Buruma was so shocked, she didn't immediatly notice that Hiracho had released one of her arms in order to move his hand up her shirt. She thought fast, reached into her pocket, grabbed a capsule, and threw it on the ground between her and her assaulter. Buruma's bike popped out and the sudden appearance of something so large threw Hiracho a couple of feet back. Buruma grabbed her helmet and jumped on the bike before he could recover.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~End Flashback~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Then I came home" Buruma concluded with tears running down her face. Chi Chi silently stood up, walked over to Buruma and wrapped her arms around her shaking friend. Neither women noticed Vejita walk out of the house.
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AN: YaY! Another chapter! Thanks to everyone for reviewing, reviews make me sooo happy!!!! I hope this isn't considered a cliffhanger...how does everyone think the story is developing??
Buruma fishtailed into Spyderz and glanced up at the sky. She saw Yamcha flying toward the club and cursed at herself for not heading straight home. She quickly capsulized the bike, put it in her pocket and ran into the club. Buruma didn't even notice the man standing in front of her until it was too late. She slammed into him, spilling his drink and almost knocking both of them to the ground. Buruma immediately started to clean the drink off his navy button down shirt and apologized. She also told him that she would buy him another drink. The man, who introduced himself as Haricho, started to laugh and exclaimed. " No gentleman would let a lovely lady such as yourself buy them a drink because of a small collision." He pulled out a chair near the bar and pushed it in behind Buruma as she sat down. Buruma found herself liking this train of thinking. Not because she got a free drink or because she got out of buying someone a drink. Something about treating a woman with such respect and without scorn at her mistake seemed very noble, and foreign, to Buruma Briefs. Vejita and Yamcha certainly didn't respect her, in fact, Goku seemed to be the only one who ever respected her, but even Son-Ku had never pulled out a chair for Buruma, and she became saddened at the thought that she had never been treated nicely by the opposite sex.
At that moment, Yamcha burst into the club, wildly looking right....left....right...left...right before doing the double glance after spotting Buruma sitting at the bar chatting with another guy. He recognized the guy, his name was David and he was a real creep. He used this fake name to sound more exotic. Yamcha angrily strode up to the table and slammed his hand down on the bar, causing everyone's drink to spill and everyone's head to swing around. Buruma exploded before Yamcha even had a chance to lift his fist off the bar.
"You listen to me, you cheating bastard! I don't need you and I don't want you! I want a man who'll treat me right. I don't need a sniveling boy to look after! You are an immature piece of filth. When I met you, you couldn't even look at a girl. I made you the closest thing you are to a man and you couldn't even do the rest!! Damn Yamcha, you'll never know what you're missing. You'll never find a girl of my class, intelligence, or looks EVER AGAIN!!" Yamcha recovered quickly and shot back.
"A girl with class would never sleep with a monkey! And as for looks...EIIIIIIIIIIIEEEE" After Yamcha made the monkey comment, Buruma kicked him where it hurts, grabbed her drink that Haricho had bought for her, and promtly poured it over his head, leaned forward and whispered in his ear.
"That's right Yamcha, I don't need a boy like you anymore. I found myself a real man and he's better than you EVER were" Buruma stood up straight, straightened her skirt, bowed to the applause she was getting from the crowd that had gathered, and calmly walked out of Spyderz. As she walked out into the parking lot, she felt a strong grip on her arm, she looked to see Haricho holding her arm in a vise like hold. There was a smile on his face but his not in his eyes.
"What happened? You never finished your drink?"
"Yea...its all over my ex now...it had an almond taste to it, didn't it?
"Yea, I don't know what it was called...but I do know how you can make it up to me."
Before Buruma knew what was happening, Haricho had her against the cold brick wall, both of her arms held in his grip.
"Hiracho! What are you doi..!!?!" Buruma was cut off when Haricho pressed his lips against hers. As his kisses trailed down her neck she tried to tell him to stop but he wouldn't listen, and she was stuck with her arms pinned. Just then, Yamcha walked out of the club and prepared to blast off. He heard Buruma calling him and looked over to where Hiracho held her.
"Yamcha! Get this creep OFF ME!"
"Humph...where's your monkey prince now?" With that, Yamcha flew off into the night. Buruma was so shocked, she didn't immediatly notice that Hiracho had released one of her arms in order to move his hand up her shirt. She thought fast, reached into her pocket, grabbed a capsule, and threw it on the ground between her and her assaulter. Buruma's bike popped out and the sudden appearance of something so large threw Hiracho a couple of feet back. Buruma grabbed her helmet and jumped on the bike before he could recover.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~End Flashback~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Then I came home" Buruma concluded with tears running down her face. Chi Chi silently stood up, walked over to Buruma and wrapped her arms around her shaking friend. Neither women noticed Vejita walk out of the house.
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AN: YaY! Another chapter! Thanks to everyone for reviewing, reviews make me sooo happy!!!! I hope this isn't considered a cliffhanger...how does everyone think the story is developing??