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The love of two women; the heart of one man. Chapter Sixteen
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And yet when Bulma opened her eyes to the following morning, things couldn't have seemed worse. It was a cold raining day; the water smashed itself against the window closest to her desk. After a few seconds, Bulma realized that the water was leaking through. She tried to ignore the grogginess in her head and sat up.
"Ah God Dammit!" Bulma cursed loudly, pushing the light baby blue covers to the side. Slowly, Bulma made her way to the oak desk. The water running down and forming a puddle near a pile of papers, sadly the papers were her homework.
Balling the papers into a soggy wad Bulma flung them into the direction of a trashcan in the corner of her room. She shut her eyes tightly, then sent her fingers in a rubbing motion across her shut eyelids. It was as if she hadn't gotten nearly enough sleep again. "Fuck it all to hell." She mumbled before sauntering across her room and bending to pick the papers off of the floor. Bulma yawned heavily and walked into her bathroom. Like it or not she still had to face the world, no matter what her feelings at the moment were. Nothing mattered, she had to live her life normally, pregnant or not.
Arriving to school well over thirty minutes late, Bulma's day wasn't getting any better. Due to the weather she had been forced to wear a gray and blue colored velour suit. Bulma loved her some good velour but she just wasn't feeling it that day, she knew that she could have looked much, much better. Her day had started off as shit and she felt that it would end that way. First the hot water had run out in the shower. She was the richest girl in the world. It was beyond her why the hell they couldn't even have hot water. Bulma slammed her car door shut. Secondly, the top of her convertible wouldn't rise from the last time it had been ridden in; causing Bulma to use her old, ugly, golden colored Saturn. Clicking the alarm on Bulma placed her keys in her pocket and rose her hood over her head, she might have been having a bad morning but it would be a cold day in hell before she would show it.
"I thought you hated the crappy-ass Saturn." A voice called over her shoulder as Bulma looked up; the rain had ceased falling over her head. Bulma's eyes met up with a pair of china blue ones, for the first time that morning Bulma smiled.
"Hey Juu." Replied Bulma in her croaky voice. "Are you just getting here?"
Juuhachi-gou sent her lips into an oddly cold smile; she adjusted the umbrella over both her and Bulma's head. "Hai, this asshole came home drunk last night and he didn't even bother to turn the alarm on."
Both girls turned back to see Juunana-gou walking behind them, taking in all of the rain.
"You 'tard, it's raining." Juuhachi-gou hissed.
Juunana-gou rolled his eyes. "You don't say wench. Hm...I think that my umbrella would do me some good here!" He yelled at her.
Noticing what she had in her hand, Juuhachi-gou was left with nothing else to say. "Oh shut up." She muttered.
A look of heated rage crossed both Juuhachi-gou and Juunana-gou's eyes. They locked eyes.
Bulma tried to suppress her giggles. "It's times like this when I'm oddly reminded that you two are twins." Bulma laughed to her friend.
Juuhachi-gou didn't seem too pleased with the idea. She dropped her gaze and turned forward, walking towards the school.
"So, give it here bitch." Juunana-gou insisted.
The blonde let the comment fall with the rain to the ground.
Bulma turned to her friend's brother over her shoulder tossing her words to him. "Please Juunana-chan, let us get into the building." Bulma smiled sweetly.
Juunana-gou returned the smile. "See for you gorgeous I would do anything." He teased her. "Hell, I'd stand through hail for you baby." Juunana-gou reached his arms above his head, as if he were receiving the rain.
It seemed at that moment that Bulma's mad morning was getting a little bit better. "Thanks 'Nana-chan." With a warm smile, Bulma turned back and walked with Juuhachi-gou heading towards the school.
"Bulma..." Juunana-gou muttered softly, not in the least bit insulting.
The girl in question turned her head once more, the rain hitting her face softly. "Hai?"
Juunana-gou placed a somber expression on his face. "There's something different about you, I just can't place my finger on it..."
His sister chimed in. "You know, now that the moron points it out, he's right. You've been acting so different lately."
Bulma laughed. "Damn, a girl gets new clothes a people jump all over her..."
Later that day the rain had finally let up, only the occasional drizzle from time to time bothered the group. Juuhachi-gou sat under a tree, her legs hugged up to her knees with Krillin to her left, Goku and Vegeta standing above her to her right. They all let a conversational silence slide past them.
"Is Chi-Chi even here today?" Krillin cleared his voice.
Juuhachi-gou fingered over the fabric of her jeans on her knee. "Prolly, prolly not." She muttered.
"I called her last night," Goku offered. "She said she wasn't feeling coming to school, and then she yelled at me." He said sheepishly.
"That baka, I swear she's moodier than a pregnant onna on antidepressant." Vegeta scoffed.
Krillin looked up from the wet grass, he regretted sitting down. "Speaking of mood-swings, where's Bulma?" He asked.
Vegeta felt his ears get hot.
"Is she here?" Goku wondered outloud.
"Oh yeah, she's here alright." Juuhachi-gou replied offhandedly. "I saw her this morning, we walked to first period together. So unless she went home in the past two hours, she's here."
"A simple yes or no would have also done." Vegeta scoffed.
Juuhachi-gou glared famously at Vegeta then turned her attention to the ground. She pulled Krillin's jacket from under her bottom forward some more, then leaned back against the tree.
"Oh Vegeta." A feminine intonation came from a distance.
They all faced forward to find the source of the voice. It was far too...tantalizing to be Bulma. That only left one person...
"What the fuck do you want now wench?" Juuhachi-gou said with a rolling motion of her eyes.
Terra would have spat in Juuhachi-gou's face. Rather she turned her attention to Vegeta. "Can I talk to you for a second. It's hard to get you away from your girlfriend and I think that we it would be better if we just talked now."
Vegeta crossed his arms. "Better for who Terra?" He dared to ask. He got closer to Terra's face.
Terra froze. "Remember, it's what we talked about." She paused, letting her voice hang with seductive innuendo.
A type of recognition passed by Vegeta's face. He unfolded his arms. "This better be quick." Vegeta muttered lowly as Terra led the way.
Krillin and the others watched as he walked away. "What the hell could she possibly want from him now?" Krillin asked to no one in particular.
"You'd think she'd have learned her lesson." Goku said as he sighed. Chi- Chi came into his line of sight as she joined the group of onlookers.
"Oh, what are we watching?"
"Listen." Terra said. "I know you didn't believe me, but I got what I said I would."
Vegeta couldn't help it, he was curious. "Well, why don't you show me then."
Terra let her ice blue eyes run down to the ground under her, she ran a hand through her black and green hair. "Now Vegeta, when I show you this, you have to promise me not to ask questions."
For a moment, Vegeta eyed her closer than he had in a while, as if he were rediscovering everything about Terra. Every curve of her body, every expression her face had to offer. She was vonerable at the moment, it had been a while since Vegeta had last seen that expression on her delicate face. Vegeta nodded his head. "Alright Terra. I will ask no questions as to how you came to gain this."
Terra let a breath leave her body. "Good." She dug into her heavy coat pocket. Within the wool of the coat she fingered the package that she had. She could still back out, should she? If she did this there would be no turning back. This just might define the line between sparring and war. Suddenly Terra was unsure.
"Terra?"
She looked up. "Vegeta...I'm not so sure about this. I-" Taking a firm grasp of Terra's arm, Vegeta pulled her hand out of her pocket and took the package into his own hands. She yelled. "NO!" Vegeta didn't aid her call, he merely ripped open the folder that he had taken from her and took out its contents all with one hand.
Vegeta felt sheets of paper in his hands, roughly 5 or 6 pages. He moved his free hand out of the way to better perceive what the contents were. Once he had clear shot of what he was holding, Vegeta released Terra at once. He browsed through each sheet of paper in his hand, the items on each one leaving him disoriented. He folded the pages in his hands roughly, not really caring if they were damaged or not. Then without another word to Terra he walked off to rejoin his group.
"So what's going on?"
The teens turned to find Bulma, looking totally refreshed and new, standing next to them holding a purse in her arms.
"Terra wanted to talk with Vegeta." Krillin handed Bulma all the information she cared to know.
Bulma rolled her eyes. "Oh god what the hell does she want now?"
Juuhachi-gou lifted her hands up. "See? That's what I can't understand. Sometimes I pity that bitch. It must hurt to be that stupid."
Vegeta walked towards them now, his fists jammed into his pockets, weighing them down like anchors on a boat. He glanced at Bulma.
"You, here, now." Was all he said to her in less than three seconds and in one-syllable hisses.
Not knowing what else to do Bulma shrugged and followed Vegeta who had once again walked off from the group. Terra was long gone from where they were once standing, making Bulma glad. Once at a safe distance from everyone else they began to talk.
"I really need to speak with you." Vegeta said monotonously.
"What do you call what we're doing right now." Bulma snapped playfully.
Vegeta narrowed his eyes. "Onna I'm not in the mood for your games. I am coming over tonight and that is final."
Bulma looked at him; she crossed her arms over the gray fabric of her velour suit. "Oh god Veggie, you could have just asked me and I would have let you come over. My parents are out of town anyways so you can come over. I think we have to talk." She trailed off. "There's something I have to tell you."
Vegeta pressed his index finger to her lips; silencing her. "We talk tonight." He cooed.
Bulma pushed a stand of her blue hair back behind her ear, she unfolded her arms from over her chest, letting her boyfriend get a good glance of what he would have to see that night. There had been a change of plans. Even if the baby wasn't something that they had planned, Bulma wasn't going to let that stop her. Now she had a better idea. If she could coax Vegeta into keeping the idea of the child then maybe, just maybe he could grow to love the child that was growing in her. Now that she knew of its presence in her, she had grown to love it. Then again how could anyone not love another life that was living in them?
"Vegeta." Her lips hardly moved. "So you will show up?" She asked.
Vegeta nodded his head. "Woman if I told you I would show then believe me, I'll show." There was something more to his voice, a certain something that was hitting at his real intentions or his displeasure. Bulma knitted her brows together, she wasn't going to let him string her on.
"What time?" She asked him again, her voice was getting lower and lower.
Vegeta didn't know how he was going to reply to that tone of voice. "I'll call you before I show up." He mumbled under his breath before walking back to his friends.
Bulma was left standing alone, with her hands on her hips, thinking to herself. 'Oh baby.' She thought to herself. 'Everything rests on tonight.'
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Again I have to say I'm sorry to all of mai faithful readers. I'm going through some shit and I can't update as much as I use to but please, bare with meeh. Believe meeh, the story only gets better. Please review.
The love of two women; the heart of one man. Chapter Sixteen
~*~*~*~
And yet when Bulma opened her eyes to the following morning, things couldn't have seemed worse. It was a cold raining day; the water smashed itself against the window closest to her desk. After a few seconds, Bulma realized that the water was leaking through. She tried to ignore the grogginess in her head and sat up.
"Ah God Dammit!" Bulma cursed loudly, pushing the light baby blue covers to the side. Slowly, Bulma made her way to the oak desk. The water running down and forming a puddle near a pile of papers, sadly the papers were her homework.
Balling the papers into a soggy wad Bulma flung them into the direction of a trashcan in the corner of her room. She shut her eyes tightly, then sent her fingers in a rubbing motion across her shut eyelids. It was as if she hadn't gotten nearly enough sleep again. "Fuck it all to hell." She mumbled before sauntering across her room and bending to pick the papers off of the floor. Bulma yawned heavily and walked into her bathroom. Like it or not she still had to face the world, no matter what her feelings at the moment were. Nothing mattered, she had to live her life normally, pregnant or not.
Arriving to school well over thirty minutes late, Bulma's day wasn't getting any better. Due to the weather she had been forced to wear a gray and blue colored velour suit. Bulma loved her some good velour but she just wasn't feeling it that day, she knew that she could have looked much, much better. Her day had started off as shit and she felt that it would end that way. First the hot water had run out in the shower. She was the richest girl in the world. It was beyond her why the hell they couldn't even have hot water. Bulma slammed her car door shut. Secondly, the top of her convertible wouldn't rise from the last time it had been ridden in; causing Bulma to use her old, ugly, golden colored Saturn. Clicking the alarm on Bulma placed her keys in her pocket and rose her hood over her head, she might have been having a bad morning but it would be a cold day in hell before she would show it.
"I thought you hated the crappy-ass Saturn." A voice called over her shoulder as Bulma looked up; the rain had ceased falling over her head. Bulma's eyes met up with a pair of china blue ones, for the first time that morning Bulma smiled.
"Hey Juu." Replied Bulma in her croaky voice. "Are you just getting here?"
Juuhachi-gou sent her lips into an oddly cold smile; she adjusted the umbrella over both her and Bulma's head. "Hai, this asshole came home drunk last night and he didn't even bother to turn the alarm on."
Both girls turned back to see Juunana-gou walking behind them, taking in all of the rain.
"You 'tard, it's raining." Juuhachi-gou hissed.
Juunana-gou rolled his eyes. "You don't say wench. Hm...I think that my umbrella would do me some good here!" He yelled at her.
Noticing what she had in her hand, Juuhachi-gou was left with nothing else to say. "Oh shut up." She muttered.
A look of heated rage crossed both Juuhachi-gou and Juunana-gou's eyes. They locked eyes.
Bulma tried to suppress her giggles. "It's times like this when I'm oddly reminded that you two are twins." Bulma laughed to her friend.
Juuhachi-gou didn't seem too pleased with the idea. She dropped her gaze and turned forward, walking towards the school.
"So, give it here bitch." Juunana-gou insisted.
The blonde let the comment fall with the rain to the ground.
Bulma turned to her friend's brother over her shoulder tossing her words to him. "Please Juunana-chan, let us get into the building." Bulma smiled sweetly.
Juunana-gou returned the smile. "See for you gorgeous I would do anything." He teased her. "Hell, I'd stand through hail for you baby." Juunana-gou reached his arms above his head, as if he were receiving the rain.
It seemed at that moment that Bulma's mad morning was getting a little bit better. "Thanks 'Nana-chan." With a warm smile, Bulma turned back and walked with Juuhachi-gou heading towards the school.
"Bulma..." Juunana-gou muttered softly, not in the least bit insulting.
The girl in question turned her head once more, the rain hitting her face softly. "Hai?"
Juunana-gou placed a somber expression on his face. "There's something different about you, I just can't place my finger on it..."
His sister chimed in. "You know, now that the moron points it out, he's right. You've been acting so different lately."
Bulma laughed. "Damn, a girl gets new clothes a people jump all over her..."
Later that day the rain had finally let up, only the occasional drizzle from time to time bothered the group. Juuhachi-gou sat under a tree, her legs hugged up to her knees with Krillin to her left, Goku and Vegeta standing above her to her right. They all let a conversational silence slide past them.
"Is Chi-Chi even here today?" Krillin cleared his voice.
Juuhachi-gou fingered over the fabric of her jeans on her knee. "Prolly, prolly not." She muttered.
"I called her last night," Goku offered. "She said she wasn't feeling coming to school, and then she yelled at me." He said sheepishly.
"That baka, I swear she's moodier than a pregnant onna on antidepressant." Vegeta scoffed.
Krillin looked up from the wet grass, he regretted sitting down. "Speaking of mood-swings, where's Bulma?" He asked.
Vegeta felt his ears get hot.
"Is she here?" Goku wondered outloud.
"Oh yeah, she's here alright." Juuhachi-gou replied offhandedly. "I saw her this morning, we walked to first period together. So unless she went home in the past two hours, she's here."
"A simple yes or no would have also done." Vegeta scoffed.
Juuhachi-gou glared famously at Vegeta then turned her attention to the ground. She pulled Krillin's jacket from under her bottom forward some more, then leaned back against the tree.
"Oh Vegeta." A feminine intonation came from a distance.
They all faced forward to find the source of the voice. It was far too...tantalizing to be Bulma. That only left one person...
"What the fuck do you want now wench?" Juuhachi-gou said with a rolling motion of her eyes.
Terra would have spat in Juuhachi-gou's face. Rather she turned her attention to Vegeta. "Can I talk to you for a second. It's hard to get you away from your girlfriend and I think that we it would be better if we just talked now."
Vegeta crossed his arms. "Better for who Terra?" He dared to ask. He got closer to Terra's face.
Terra froze. "Remember, it's what we talked about." She paused, letting her voice hang with seductive innuendo.
A type of recognition passed by Vegeta's face. He unfolded his arms. "This better be quick." Vegeta muttered lowly as Terra led the way.
Krillin and the others watched as he walked away. "What the hell could she possibly want from him now?" Krillin asked to no one in particular.
"You'd think she'd have learned her lesson." Goku said as he sighed. Chi- Chi came into his line of sight as she joined the group of onlookers.
"Oh, what are we watching?"
"Listen." Terra said. "I know you didn't believe me, but I got what I said I would."
Vegeta couldn't help it, he was curious. "Well, why don't you show me then."
Terra let her ice blue eyes run down to the ground under her, she ran a hand through her black and green hair. "Now Vegeta, when I show you this, you have to promise me not to ask questions."
For a moment, Vegeta eyed her closer than he had in a while, as if he were rediscovering everything about Terra. Every curve of her body, every expression her face had to offer. She was vonerable at the moment, it had been a while since Vegeta had last seen that expression on her delicate face. Vegeta nodded his head. "Alright Terra. I will ask no questions as to how you came to gain this."
Terra let a breath leave her body. "Good." She dug into her heavy coat pocket. Within the wool of the coat she fingered the package that she had. She could still back out, should she? If she did this there would be no turning back. This just might define the line between sparring and war. Suddenly Terra was unsure.
"Terra?"
She looked up. "Vegeta...I'm not so sure about this. I-" Taking a firm grasp of Terra's arm, Vegeta pulled her hand out of her pocket and took the package into his own hands. She yelled. "NO!" Vegeta didn't aid her call, he merely ripped open the folder that he had taken from her and took out its contents all with one hand.
Vegeta felt sheets of paper in his hands, roughly 5 or 6 pages. He moved his free hand out of the way to better perceive what the contents were. Once he had clear shot of what he was holding, Vegeta released Terra at once. He browsed through each sheet of paper in his hand, the items on each one leaving him disoriented. He folded the pages in his hands roughly, not really caring if they were damaged or not. Then without another word to Terra he walked off to rejoin his group.
"So what's going on?"
The teens turned to find Bulma, looking totally refreshed and new, standing next to them holding a purse in her arms.
"Terra wanted to talk with Vegeta." Krillin handed Bulma all the information she cared to know.
Bulma rolled her eyes. "Oh god what the hell does she want now?"
Juuhachi-gou lifted her hands up. "See? That's what I can't understand. Sometimes I pity that bitch. It must hurt to be that stupid."
Vegeta walked towards them now, his fists jammed into his pockets, weighing them down like anchors on a boat. He glanced at Bulma.
"You, here, now." Was all he said to her in less than three seconds and in one-syllable hisses.
Not knowing what else to do Bulma shrugged and followed Vegeta who had once again walked off from the group. Terra was long gone from where they were once standing, making Bulma glad. Once at a safe distance from everyone else they began to talk.
"I really need to speak with you." Vegeta said monotonously.
"What do you call what we're doing right now." Bulma snapped playfully.
Vegeta narrowed his eyes. "Onna I'm not in the mood for your games. I am coming over tonight and that is final."
Bulma looked at him; she crossed her arms over the gray fabric of her velour suit. "Oh god Veggie, you could have just asked me and I would have let you come over. My parents are out of town anyways so you can come over. I think we have to talk." She trailed off. "There's something I have to tell you."
Vegeta pressed his index finger to her lips; silencing her. "We talk tonight." He cooed.
Bulma pushed a stand of her blue hair back behind her ear, she unfolded her arms from over her chest, letting her boyfriend get a good glance of what he would have to see that night. There had been a change of plans. Even if the baby wasn't something that they had planned, Bulma wasn't going to let that stop her. Now she had a better idea. If she could coax Vegeta into keeping the idea of the child then maybe, just maybe he could grow to love the child that was growing in her. Now that she knew of its presence in her, she had grown to love it. Then again how could anyone not love another life that was living in them?
"Vegeta." Her lips hardly moved. "So you will show up?" She asked.
Vegeta nodded his head. "Woman if I told you I would show then believe me, I'll show." There was something more to his voice, a certain something that was hitting at his real intentions or his displeasure. Bulma knitted her brows together, she wasn't going to let him string her on.
"What time?" She asked him again, her voice was getting lower and lower.
Vegeta didn't know how he was going to reply to that tone of voice. "I'll call you before I show up." He mumbled under his breath before walking back to his friends.
Bulma was left standing alone, with her hands on her hips, thinking to herself. 'Oh baby.' She thought to herself. 'Everything rests on tonight.'
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