A cool, chilling breeze circled around the whole Californian city, the dark sky not showing its first sights of morning just yet. The place was blissful. There were no cars driving around the nearby highway, no desperate honking sounds, no angry shouts of unmannered people, no screeching from truck tires, not even the sound of a clock ticking. There was no sound at all, just a deep silence that increased the desire to sleep soundly, the air conditioner blowing in all its might with the perfect 'not too cold…not too hot' temperature.
Bulma slept soundly in her queen bed, the comfortable mattress giving her ultimate satisfaction. She sighed, a smile appearing on her relaxed frame as she switched positions once again, looking for the one that could please her need of coziness. That is until…
The phone rang as loud as the small appliance could ever be. Bulma lifted her head off the warm, soft pillow, the sound of the bothering device startling her for being so sudden. She took a look at the time on the CD player/alarm clock on the surface beside the bed, then groaned complainingly throwing her head back to the pillow
" It's four in the morning. Who was the fucking Einstein?" she whined, the phone still disturbing her worthless intent of going back to sleep and simply ignore it. Letting out an angry sigh, she lifted the mid part of her body to rest against the bedpan, taking the lousy thing in her hand harshly and raising it up to her ear
" Good morning! Isn't this a sunny day?" a cheery, almost too excited voice came from the other end of the phone line before she could even speak. Bulma cleared her throat, struggling to keep her eyes open since it felt as if they weighted tons. She breathed
" The sun is not even up yet" she replied in a monotone voice " Wh-Who is this?" she added questioningly, sliding her blue, tangled tresses behind her ear tiredly. Manly chuckles came from the other end of the phone
" I know Briefs. But it's time to wake up" he informed. Bulma's eyes went as wide as diner plates, her brows furrowed in horror
" WHAT?!" she almost screamed, looking at the time once again " It's four in the morning, I thought you said that-"
" Forget what I said, there's a change of plans. We gotta fly to Los Angeles in an hour; the band is going to open the Teen People awards. You have to be there for rehearsal at eight-"
" Eight?" she interrupted groggily, a yawn escaping her mouth after " We have five hours to do that. Why does it have to be now-"
" Briefs, get your lazy ass up right now! You have forty five minutes to be downstairs" he requested slightly angered. Bulma sighed, reopening her tired eyes
" What do I wear-"
" Something comfortable. You can sleep on the bus on our way to the airport" he reported. Bulma yawned again
" Fine. What about Krillin and Goku-"
" They're already on their way. You need to call Vegeta though. His phone is dead; he disconnected the phone line" he informed. Bulma growled furiously
" No way! There is no way I will wake up that idiotic, low brain, jerk-"
" This is not a yes or no situation!-"
" I don't know where his room is. And even if I did-"
" His room is right besides yours. Knock until he answers and get him dressed up properly!" the old manager screamed, making Bulma pull the phone away from her ear and look at it weirdly as his voice was heard loud and clear. She then figured that the male had hung up on her, probably too mad to keep talking. Rolling her eyes she hung up the phone as well, letting out a sigh after
" Why does it have to be me the one to wake this asshole up?" she asked herself, knowing the answer to the question quickly " I know. I'm the heads of the band. I guess its my job…" she figured, throwing the covers off her body and getting out of bed lazily.
" He is so unbelievable. I mean, disconnecting the phone line? Who the hell does he think he is? Always wanting things his way…well he can't keep pulling to his side. Not in my band…" she kept muttering to herself on the way to the bathroom, the present hour forgotten…
~*~ FIFTEEN MINUTES LATER ~*~
" Vegeta!" the blue haired vocalist called from outside, the incessant knocking on the door getting kind of bothering even for her…yet the dark male refused to answer. Time was starting to grow short as at least five minutes had gone by since she had gotten there and started to try and wake up the lazy man. Although he was guy, which she figured it wouldn't be a problem when it came to dressing up because he could slip a shirt on and head out, this was Vegeta…and as everything complicated from its own kind, his sense only made sense to him. He could take as long as he ever wanted to…or maybe take no time at all.
He was a complicated puzzle. The kind of puzzle that sometimes it seemed as if the pieces were just not done right to fit. She sighed, her arm getting tired by the knocking on the door, then stopped the knocking to take a break
" Dang it! We're going to be late maybe and this creep is not putting up with answering the door, now!" she said to herself angrily, taking the break to think about other options to wake him up.
" It's not even my damn responsibility and yet here I am! Waiting for this mindless jerk to open the door instead of being downstairs already, early as I was supposed to!" she pounded her two clenched fists against the door furiously, producing a louder noise as a result.
In no time at all, the sound of the locks being unlocked started crackling on the door, making her step sternly in front of it, an angry expression on her face. The door finally became open, an angry, really stern looking yet sleepy eyed Vegeta appearing behind it, his figure only covered by a pair of black silk boxers.
He held the door with one hand, the other one resting on the available space of the door frame to be of support to his perfectly built, compact figure. Bulma raised a brow, emotions running through her veins…which she blocked easily. He looked at her straight in the eyes, pure hatred expressed by them
" Give me a good reason why I shouldn't slit your throat into pieces right now" he requested in his usual cold, toneless voice. Bulma raised her two brows now, crossing her arms on her chest
" You disconnected your phone line, smartass. We have to be downstairs in ten minutes. Dress up" she demanded, looking almost as stern as he looked. Vegeta stood still, as if the words she had just said hadn't really been said. Bulma let her arms down
" Well? What are you waiting for? Do you want me to dress you up too?" she asked quietly pissed. Vegeta frowned at her
" Don't tell me what to do!" he replied threateningly. Bulma rolled her eyes
" Yeah, Yeah. We only have ten minutes so you better hurry up" she reminded, Vegeta still staring into her eyes with darkness shinning through them.
" I swear to God, woman. One day I'm going to slit.."
" Yeah.."
" Your throat…"
" Uh huh…"
" Into small pieces…"
" Sure, Vegeta…"
" I will…"
" Whatever.."
" Fuck your brains out…" he finished, a sudden moment of silence surrounding the two. Bulma stared at him quietly, while he examined her with his black orbs. She sighed out
" It's four forty in the morning, Vegeta. I am not going to put up with your shit right now" she replied to his comment. Vegeta smirked giving a step closer to her
" Oh really?" he neared his lips to her in such a quick movement it was hard to step away
" You're not?" he whispered on her, making Bulma look at his lips in a tempting manner. She then turned away
" No. I'm not" she assured, turning her face back to him again. Immediately she felt his warm lips brush against her in such a gentle manner. She wanted to hold herself back from wanting more, but the truth, as unbearable as it was for her to accept, was that he was as a fountain of fresh water, and she was the thirsty woman that needed to drink from it.
Bulma drew back for a second unsure as to what was going on
" Vegeta.." she whispered in his lips as he suckled shortly on her upper lip. Bulma breathed out again, placing her small tender hands on his broad chest. Slowly, she let them run all the way to the back of his neck, where she found a small mound of soft black hair she could caress while kissing him. Vegeta covered her mouth with his again, his tongue gently massaging away all the tension.
He let the door go, placing his hand on the space between her ear and her neck, his other hand still against the doorframe to hold him up. Both their bodies brushing softly against one another they stood there for what could seem like hours.
Amazing how he can taste so good at this time of the morning…. Bulma's thoughts began to run through her mind, but she was too involved in the kiss to even care. As opposed to Vegeta, who was trying to win a battle against his evil mind
Bad side: it's not the way she kisses that's bothering you…it's because you're getting addicted
Evil Bad side: you don't get addicted to kiss a woman
Bad side: Sure, sure Vegeta. Think what you want. At least I KNOW what you want
Evil Bad side: I don't want anything-
Bad side: Fine. No one said you did….why is it you think so much about her, though?
Evil Bad side: I DON'T think about her
Bad Side: Yes you do…
Evil Bad Side: No. I don't
Bad Side: Yes you do!
Evil Bad side: No I don't. Now shut up, and fuck off!!
Bad Side: I can't fuck off, man. I'm inside your mind. That's how I know how much you want her. How much you want to screw her-…. Vegeta stopped the kiss, an angry frame on his face. Bulma raised a brow yet said nothing, just staring questioningly at him. Vegeta kissed her again, this time roughly. Bulma backed away immediately, wondering what was wrong with him, yet remained silent. Vegeta looked at her, letting go for a second of his thoughts and of everything else… and actually realizing just how beautiful she was
Her eyes were sparkly and shinny, her face looking so radiant and rested, even for being so early in the morning. Her hair fell so gently on her face that for a minute there she could actually look like a gentle, fragile woman, even when her attitude was the only thing that threw that perception of her away. Her body was just a part of her weird perfection.
Her waist was slim, small, and thin, just toned with the million abs she should do every day to stay in shape. Her legs brought elegance to her whole form, as well as her breasts which stood out decently for her letting everyone know that she was just obliviously perfect.
The door of the nearest elevator suddenly parted open, Vegeta being thankful for it since it had broken off that weird focus that he has just fixated on the woman, and lead singer of the group. Krillin came out of it looking quite hurried, then stopped abruptly, as the scene in front of him was as startling for him as it was to both Bulma and Vegeta whose cheeks started turning as red as fresh tomatoes. Krillin cleared his throat raising a brow
" Dave is waiting downstairs. He expected you to be there in five minutes" he informed with a guilty expression. Bulma breathed in, not even flinching so not to face Vegeta's face in the minimum
" We'll be downstairs in two" she informed, sliding a tress of her soft hair behind her ear, looking ashamedly to the ground. Krillin nodded once
" Sure" he agreed then turned quickly and walked inside the elevator, leaving Bulma and Vegeta alone once again.
Bulma could feel Vegeta's breath on the bare skin of her neck, which she didn't mind at all but wanted to stop. She closed her eyes and let out an exasperated breath, then armed herself with all the courage she possessed and turned, daring to stop his tempting actions
" You can't keep kissing me and expect to believe that nothing's going on" she informed looking straight into his eyes " it's not the way things go with me" she added warningly. Vegeta looked deeply into her eyes
" I'm going for what I want-"
" Then you better stop. You better stop right now because that's not the way I run things" she cut him off sternly. Vegeta swallowed
" Too bad. Would've make it so much easier" he smirked evilly like the kind of low brain, hot (oops!) bastard he was. Bulma frowned
" Go to hell, Vegeta. You know!? The only actual reason that you're here it's because-"
" I got you in, I chose you, blah blah blah….bullshit. I know how good I am. I don't need anyone reminding me" he cut her off, catching a glance of her blue eyes flashing with angry fire. Bulma narrowed her eyes at him
" If you think you're so ingenious, you better think again asshole" she suggested, a chuckle coming out from Vegeta's mouth. He crossed his arms on his chest
" Why is that, woman?" he asked teasingly. Bulma narrowed her eyes at him
" Don't think I don't know your sly game. There's a lot of guys out there from your same league, believe me I know how to handle-"
" Me? You think you can handle me? What gave you that idiotic idea-"
" I know where you're coming from" she smiled mischievously. Vegeta raised a brow
" Oh really?" he asked sarcastically, then kissed her so suddenly she actually didn't even have time to cover. He chuckled when she pushed him against the door. It was supposed to be a hard push but since he was almost made of rock, he stood steady.
" Please woman. You have no idea" he stated in his usual dark tone. Bulma narrowed her eyes at him
" Fuck off, you stupid asshole. You think you're so essential but the truth is you're not. You're as disposable as the rest of the world" she informed smugly. Vegeta looked deeply into her eyes again, a game that was causing her to flinch. It was too much desire to handle
" Woman, it's four in the morning-"
" Almost five. Because of you we're late" she cut him off. Vegeta breathed out
" I don't have time for your incessant blabbering-"
" I don't have time for your egoistic bullshit" she cut him off once more. " Get dressed properly and be downstairs in half a minute" she added demandingly. Vegeta frowned
" I dress however I want to" he informed in his deep voice. Bulma rolled her eyes
" Whatever. There's media people downstairs taking pictures and recording with cameras that will transmit our walk to the bus and will broadcast it live on National channels so you better be descent" she warned, then turned and walked away. Vegeta watched her go but said nothing…then he wondered why that was
Evil Bad side: are you out of words or were you just taking orders?
Bad side: you ARE. You are taking orders from the nagging woman. I know the reason-
Evil Bad side: I take orders from no one!
Bad side: Way to prove it!
Evil Bad side: yeah, way to prove it!
Bad side: hey, I thought you were on his side
Evil Bad side: it's the truth. He's just being dominated by her
Bad side & Evil Bad side: [lol]
Vegeta grunted and shook his head
" Bah! Who needs them anyway!!" he said out to space, then turned back inside his room to find the proper clothes to be downstairs in the required amount of time…
Bulma got downstairs as fast as she could. The first voice she heard across the large lobby was Anderson's, who let out an angry
" Briefs!" desperate. Bulma closed her eyes tiredly, recognizing just how pissed the man would be since it had taken her a bit longer to get downstairs than what he asked her for. The old male walked in front of her now
" What the hell took you so long?! Where is Ouji?" he asked angrily. Bulma looked at him
" Vegeta was sleeping when I got to his room, so it took me a while to wake him up-"
" No excuses! I want no excuses! Look at the time!" he signaled the watch on his left wrist furiously "we're supposed to be out of here in two minutes, now where the hell is that punk?!" he almost screamed. Bulma frowned at him, but just when she was about to answer the reason why he shouldn't blame all this on her, a shirtless Vegeta appeared downstairs, obviously attracting the whole media, cameramen, and press people to his half naked figure.
David Anderson's face changed with different types of red color…before finally steadying in some sort of purple, almost black color. He looked everywhere, watching as the broadcasters described his appearance as 'indecent, trashy, and certainly improper' while the dark look on Vegeta's face was actually yelling at them a message to 'fuck off, and that he did his way. The hell with the media people'. The now embarrassed male turned his vision away from his sight and the first person he set sight to was Bulma. He frowned at her
" YOU" he signaled her while walking slowly towards her " You brought that unmannered punk into my successful band" he said his voice burning in fire. Bulma swallowed giving small steps back
" You were the one who presented the contract for him to sign. It's not my fault-"
" YOU MAKE HIM BEHAVE RIGHT NOW OR ELSE, HE'S OUT OF HERE!!" he required loudly, walking out on her and into the bus which was just outside the lobby. Bulma buried her face on her hand
" This can not be happening" she whispered to herself in disbelief. Krillin came to her side silently, and having listened to her last words he answered a
" Looks pretty real to me" innocently, while looking at the still shirtless Vegeta trying to walk through the crowd of insistent people taking pictures and recording him on their studio cameras. Bulma raised her head, an upset frame taking over her once beautiful features. Krillin raised a brow
" Are you all right-"
" Where is that asshole?! I'm going to talk to him, and I'm going to set this right now!" she said her blood boiling in anger. Not a second passed before she took off, set to find Vegeta. Krillin let out a sigh
" Here we go again…"
~*~
After much struggle, Vegeta had finally made it out of the large exhausting crowd of people who were still pretty much taking pictures of his bare back and his covered behind. Quick enough, he pulled on the shirt he had been holding in his hand all the while, but didn't get the time to put on. After he fixed himself up, so there was no wrinkles or fuzzes on his outfit, he was set to walk ahead, when Bulma stopped him dead on his tracks
" Come here" she asked him decently, signaling a small cabin besides them where the hotel kept two emergency phones with chairs in front of them. Not that they would use any of these anyway. Vegeta was going to draw back, and start his 'proud' speech when he felt Bulma's hand squeeze his wrist and pull hard enough for him to stumble inside. He could've resisted even more, but being caught off guard, it was easier for her.
Once inside the small cabin, Vegeta's upset frame came visible. He shook her hand off him brusquely
" What the-"
" What the hell is wrong with you, you jerk?! Do you even know what you're doing?!" she acquired greatly pissed, her voice an angered whisper so not to attract even more people than the ones already there. Vegeta looked at her as mad as she was
" You do NOT push me, woman! I am-"
" Keep your voice down you low brain jackass! These people out there can bring us down with the rise and fall of the sun and your image is helping them to do it even more quickly!!" she whispered furiously again " Dave is blaming all this on me! Because I was the one who chose you!-"
" So what?" he interrupted careless. Bulma narrowed her eyes at him
" So what?!" she almost screamed " I feel like I'm being responsible for a reckless kid! Do you even know why I brought you here!?" she asked angered. Vegeta shrugged, his frame quite dark and upset. Bulma poked his chest with her finger
" No! You listen! And you listen now! I brought you here because I thought you were good, and you are! You have an amazing talent, Vegeta. But you're just wasting it. You're just throwing it away with your shit ass attitude and your ridiculous ego-"
" To be good you need a shit ass attitude. You need my ego. That's called being a leader" he replied angrily. Bulma's eyes sparked with fire
" A leader does not put his people in danger! That is what you're doing right now. We could be the worst band of the world just because of what you did right now. You don't know how low these people can actually put you-"
" You wouldn't know either, wench. Your parents would've never let you stoop that low. I've been down there, I know what it's like-"
" So your life was probably not as happy or as comfortable as ours, now you have the chance to change it, are you going to throw that away too?!" she asked him quite pissed. Vegeta centered his dark, evil stare on her small upset frame. She let out a sigh "You know what? You don't always get what you wish for, Vegeta. Not you, not Krillin, not Goku. Not even me! You have got to work with what you've got" she added, her voice calming down slowly. Vegeta narrowed his eyes at her
" I do whatever I want to" he replied coldly. Bulma turned away from his glance
" When are you going to give this up?" she asked, looking at him again. He shrugged
" Why should I?" he replied. Bulma sighed out
" We need you, Vegeta. We need you to be part of a team now. We're depending on you" she informed sincerely. Vegeta frowned at her, then turned away with a grunt, as a king turning away from his servants. Bulma looked straight into him
I won't convince myself that its impossible, Vegeta. I know it's not… she said inside her mind. She then tsked
" Fine! Come on! We're late already and we need to catch the bus, and the plane" she informed, walking out of the small cabin and leaving the door open. Vegeta watched her walk away again, yet remained silent.
It's not the way she makes me feel, it's how she tries… his mind let away that thought which was bothering him more than anything else. Shaking the thought away and arming himself with pride, courage and his usual evil yet enticing darkness, the male walked outside the cabin almost behind her…ready to face the new tasks ahead of him. But then he wondered…was he strong enough to stop it?…
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End of Ch.5. I have no words to describe just how sorry I am of not uploading in such a LONG time!!! It feels so good! I am so revived! Well anyways…hello!! I started College life almost four months now! That, in other words, means I have absolutely no time for me at all!! But I am really really sorry. I hope you guys can forgive me and that you enjoyed this chapter just as much as I did!! I'll try to upload sooner next time!! I am just so happy I uploaded. I love this story!! Love ya' all guys!! I hope everyone's ok, and well…review?…please? Anyway, thank you, thank you, thank you for the support you've given to the story. THANK YOU!!! Take care and I hope that ya'll stay tuned for the next chapter, which is due to come out soon!! Buh bye!!
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