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Well it sure looks like I got a lot of positive feedback on, as I lyke to call her, "Suicidal Bulma." I wasn't very sure about the angst that I was adding to the story at this point, I didn't kno if it was too early, or just uncalled for all together. But I'm trying to shine a new light on HS fics. I'm not trying to repeat what's already been done. Either way, thanks for all the great reviews that I got for the past chapter.
Remember how I had asked about how long you ppl wanted meeh to drag out this story? Well it's been decided. It was a tie, so to compromise I will TRY, try being the key word here, to wrap this up in four and a half months. I'm not so sure because I just got a new angel for this story, yet another twist. So it might take longer than planned, but I kno that y'all will just luv the new turn of the story. I guess what I'll do is I won't take longer than I have to, so I'll just write everything stright forward. I hope that's ok with y'all.
Ok I think that's enough of mai rambling for this chapter. I guess you guys just want to get one with CH. 21 right? Otay, I get ya. I'll let y'all go. Just remember to show meeh some luv, yepp that's right. Remember to R&R. I got a lot of luv the last time, so let's try to get meeh some more of dat. Derres nothing more promising to a writer than knowing that they're work is luved. So reassure meeh. ^_^
I-ight I'm out of here, I'm going. Hope you lyke dis chapter. R&R. ENJOY!! And sorry for the long AN. .
~LadyB
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The love of two women; the heart of one man
Chapter Twenty-One
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A pair of hazy indigo eyes began to flutter open progressively, overcoming the need for sleep that her body was demanding strongly. The profound orbs that served her for eyes glanced around the room, her mind scrambling to pick up fragments of memory to what had happened a few hours ago. Broken glass, scattered clothing, her room looked at if it had been broken into except for nothing was missing. The room was now lit with the soft flames of candles, a few resting on the nightstand a few inches to her upper right. The warm glow welcomed sleep and the aroma given off by the candles served merely to back that up. If her memory served her right she had never seen her room ornamented with lights in such a manner so. As weak as her eyes were at the given moment it was hard to see about an inch in front of her face. She shook her head trying to regain focus on the spinning room, her blue hair was sent flying around her face and shoulders.
Nearly incoherently, a strained moan escaped the pair of lips which adorned her face. She felt as if she had been run over in the streets by an eighteen wheeler and been left there to die. Judging her current situation, she gathered that the truck would have been much more of a welcoming scenario. It had taken her a few seconds to finally realize where she was; now she had come to the conclusion that she lay helplessly on her bed in her room in her house. The question was, who put her there? And what in the name of Kami had happened?
"I see you're awake."
The voice sent a jump into her aching body. Would the voice have not been so obviously female, she might have possibly confused it for another voice. A voice that had that same monotonous nature everytime it was heard by anyone, but of course that voice was male. Using up all of the strength that was at the moment alien to her, she forced her upper body up on supports of her feeble elbows long enough to find the source of the voice. Her eyes found their way over to a blonde who sat in a chair not too far away from her. The figure was hidden mostly by the darkness of the dimly lit room, shadows dancing all over the lines of her somber expression. Slowly at first, then increasing in speed, the memories started to rush back to her like a tide of emotions. It was getting harder and harder to keep her eyes on the girl in front of her.
Another voice filled her ears. "S-she's awake?"
"Hai."
Bulma glanced around, Chi-Chi sat at the foot of her bed, with her head in her hands gripping at her hair moderately roughly. After a few seconds, her gaze returned to Juuhachi-gou who had turned on the small table light near her where her arm rested. Now she was in full range of Bulma's eyes, allowing the onlooker to take in all of her appearance. Above Juuhachi- gou's left eyebrow there was now a small patch of skin-tinted fabric, a Band-Aid. The minute she regained concentration on the face of her companion, Bulma remember what happened. She remembered the fight, she also remembered how it ended. The recollection was enough to send her back to her bed fully with a large sigh escaping her lips.
"Do you remember what happened?" Chi-Chi asked her friend, getting on her knees and turning over the rail to face the bed-set teen.
It took her some time to find her voice, eventually she responded. "Vaguely."
"Then you won't mind you letting me borrow your tweezers." Came the flat voice of Juuhachi-gou, as she glanced in a compact at her reflection. "Now I gotta even this shit out." She ran a hand along her normally perfectly sculpted blonde eyebrow. Despite the fact that she was trying to make light of the situation, her weak associate couldn't help but feel horrible about what she had done. She had hurt one of her best friends, she was an atrocious person without the right to live. Then another thought dawned upon Bulma, she had tried to kill her unborn child. Her eyes went as wide as saucers before she began to cry uncontrollably.
Chi-Chi got up and sauntered over to Bulma's side, holding her friend's trembling hands in her own. Tears fell from the other girl's face down onto both of their entwined hands. "Honey, what's the matter."
Bulma sniffed, trying in a futile action to hold back her tears. "I...I'm horrible." She sobbed loudly. Juuhachi-gou sent her thin eyes in her helpless friend's direction.
"How do you figure that?"
For an instant, there was a part of Bulma that seemed as if she would go made. Her sobs turned to momentary laughter. "How don't I figure that?! Everything I've done in the past few days has done nothing but bring everyone down." Bulma's voice broke. "How could you let me live? You should have just let me die..."
The tone in her voice had been enough to stir Juuhachi-gou from her seat by the window, the rain pouring down from the sky like ashes. Water splattered along the crystal diamond-cut windows as she walked towards the bed covered entirely by light blue silk. "We're you friends baka." This time there was a much sweater timbre in the disinterested blonde's voice. "We're not just going to let you kill yourself because of one bad day."
Upon leaving her lips, the words hung in the room emptily, no one paying much mind to them. An apprehensive silence slowly made it's way into the confinement of the room, leaving all of the teenage girls ill at ease with themselves. Daring to take a slice at the silence, Bulma used up her excess strength to speak her mind. "One bad day...?" The words were almost enough to bring he to laughter once more.
"Hai, that's what I said." The blonde was oblivious to where this was going.
Bulma shook her head; a sad smile marching along the corners of her cheery tinted lips. "No sweety. It hasn't been one bad day." She took a few seconds to brace her voice for her next statement. "IT'S BEEN ONE BAD DAY PRECEDED BY 17 BAD YEARS!" Her friends were bewildered. "You have no idea what it is living my life. Yamcha ruined me! He cheated on me and made a fool of me! And just when I started to trust once again, Vegeta does this to me!" Bulma voice was starting to shiver for a second time, despondently she forced her eyed to look over each of her friends. "But how could you know." Bulma inquired glancing at Chi-Chi. "You have the fucking picture perfect romance!" Then as expected by all three girls, her eyes moved over to the aloof Juuhachi-gou. "And you Juu, you have the mother fucking bullet proof heart!"
Juuhachi-gou narrowed her eyebrows. "Listen Lil Ms. Drama Queen," Juuhachi- gou's tone was one that never wavered, now was just a true a time of this fact as ever. Any and all compassion left her voice. "Just because you're down stop trying to bring us down with you!" Bulma and Chi-Chi watched on in horror as their friend spoke. "You don't know what kind of life I live. Don't act like you know me, we just are starting to get to know each other." Pausing for a final time, she walked closer to Bulma's bed. "Boo- fucking-whoo, the attention isn't on Bulma. She isn't getting her way." Now Juuhachi-gou was down right taunting Bulma. "So fucking what? Get use to it Rich-Girl. Not everything goes your way."
With her final statement, she turned on her heel and walked out. Juuhachi- gou had had enough drama to last her a lifetime on that night. She had tried to help, but Bulma was in a stage where she just didn't want to be helped. Fine, if that's what she wanted, that's what she was going to get. The angered teen slammed the door on her way out. The victim of the condemnation of Juuhachi-gou's words turned to her best friend. She was lost what could she do? What now? Just let her go...?
"Chi-Chi...."
Bulma got the shock of her life when she found her eyes absorbing the fact that her friend was shaking her head back and forth. "No..."
"But-"
"No Bulma-Chan. No." Chi-Chi found her courage at last. "Just because you're having a hard time, don't make it impossible for us to live our lives without you in it. We're trying to help you here. You just keep refusing our help. So have things your way."
"N-nani?!"
Chi-Chi's eyes were dead set in determination. "You're acting as if Vegeta knocked all three of us up."
The dam of emotions was braking once more. "WELL FUCK ME FOR HAVING EMOTIONS."
Sadly, Chi-Chi shook her head, unable to say anything else to Bulma. "Looks like Vegeta already has."
Bulma was left in awe; she could do nothing more than watch another one of her friends walk out on her. She was left alone in this time. No one had the abilities to understand the type of pain she was feeling nor what she was going through. Just when she thought that she was had found the two people to understand her, she had been wrong. Chi-Chi and Juuhachi-gou had walked out of her life as if nothing had happened. First Vegeta had walked out on her, without even one last glance back her way. Now her best friends. There was not enough strength left in her to go after Chi-Chi, not that she thought Chi-Chi would come back to her if she did catch up with her. Her life as she knew it was coming to an end, this was the apocalypse of teenage life known to Kami. She slammed her head back on her pillow. Her parents were clueless as to what was happening with her, she was pregnant, no one to help her and she was suicidal. Bulma laughed to herself softly. Again, what was the reason for her living...?
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Three days had passed since the eventful night on which all of the truth was made known to everyone. Three very uneventful days. It seemed that once Bulma and Vegeta were fighting, they were all fighting. A week had passed since Juuhachi-gou last spoke to Krillin, Chi-Chi hadn't spoken to Goku in 4 days. And Bulma and Vegeta...well they were getting no where fast. Everyone had simply closed up all connections with one another. Either way, school was once more upon them and back in action. After that night of revealing truths, Goku had decided it was time that he took matters into his own hands. It didn't matter to him if Vegeta was with him or not, but if he was it would make his job a lot easier. Goku walked up to Bulma's fourth period class. Vegeta lagged behind as Goku peered past the door and into the class. About half a dozen people walked about the class, and Bulma stood at her desk. For the most part, the coast was clear. Goku waved Vegeta on. It was showtime.
When the door opened near her desk Bulma felt her heart skip a beat. Here came Goku with her beloved Vegeta. Exhaling, Bulma maintained a thick veneer of composure as Goku approached her desk. Thus far her week had been shit, yet there was a little voice inside of her telling her that it couldn't get any worse. If that voice had been a person she would have smacked the shit out of that person for lying. Her week was getting so bad at the moment, that she would have rather died right then and there. Anything to not have to face with the two men coming her way.
"Hey Bulma." Said Goku with a large silly grin on his face. He reached to hug her but she recoiled. There was a brief but awkward moment. Bulma let down enough of her guard to her best friend to hug him a moment later. It was hard to show love to a man who had helped facilitate Vegeta's exit from both her social and romantic life. Goku sensed this, so he treaded lightly. "How are you Bulma?" he didn't want to do anything that could upset her in any way.
"I'm still fine. Still here." Bulma answered quietly. Whereas once she had been a boisterous girl, Bulma was now a settled, more reserved woman. The added weight of losing her boyfriend and gaining a child had also dampened her enthusiasm for life. Of course, neither of the men before her knew that. In Goku's eyes Bulma still was regularly thin, a little bit thicker on the hips but still thin enough to get away with the outfits that her wardrobe consisted of. To Vegeta she was same old Bulma, he couldn't even tell that she had gained a little bit of weight, however his friend simply gathered that it was loss of her boyfriend.
Bulma's jeans hung tightly around her hips, her shirt fit her body a little bit tighter than normal, Goku could have sworn that her chest was growing, not to mention the diminutive gut that was forming around her once perfect stomach. Under both boys' attentive eyes, she did her best not to look at Vegeta, she could tell from his demeanor that the separation had somehow weighed on him as well. "Can we talk, Bulma?" Vegeta asked from his place at the door.
He was serious, he must have been. For the past few months he had made her believe that she had no name, onna was all she was known as around him. Bulma shook her head. "Not here. Not now. I'm busy." She continued to file papers in the near by cabinet.
Vegeta did not like where this was going, and if there was one more thing he hated than being confused it was being made a fool of. He would not let that woman confuse him any longer. It was now or never. "May I come by your place later?" Vegeta was so sincere and polite Bulma thought that it was anyone but him talking.
She nodded this time. "You may."
Goku watched the proceeding not so much out of curiosity but more so as a referee. With these two's mercurial personas, they needed one. So far, things were good.
"What time?" Vegeta requested.
"Seven."
"Arigatou."
According to plan, Goku handled the exit. He knew that given their past history, neither Bulma nor Vegeta would want to be the fist one to back down. "We won't hold you up anymore." Goku said.
Bulma narrowed her eyes at both of them "Ja'ne, Goku." She added coldly.
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"See? That wasn't so bad." Goku said over lunch that day.
"She'd've fed me my penis ass-first if she could have." Vegeta muttered.
Goku bit down on his sandwich. "She was protecting herself." Interpreted Goku. "What else did you expect her to do? Roll over and beg?" he inquired with a mouth full of bread and lettuce.
"Am I the one who done wrong here?" Vegeta asked. "I never cheated on her." he protested.
Goku nearly choked on his food. "Like hell you haven't."
Vegeta narrowed his eyes.
"Alright, Alright." Goku said. "Gomen, now could we please just think of what you're going to say to Bulma."
"Leave that shit to me." Vegeta snapped. "I don't like thinking on the spot. But I'll think of something. That's for sure..."
Krillin took a seat down next to his friends. "Did I miss something. It looks like someone died over here."
Goku shook his head as he reached for his second sandwich. "Nope."
The bald boy was at a loss for words. "Them why the somber expressions? Even Vegeta looks too serious for his own good." Krillin pointed out.
Turning to face his friend, Goku nodded. "Yes, I guess you're right."
Vegeta didn't like the eyes of others, let alone boys, on him. "What the hell are you monkeys looking at?" Vegeta started to take his anger out on his slice of pizza. He bit down on it like he hadn't eaten in days.
"Down boy." Krillin advised. "You'll bite your hand off."
Vegeta shrugged as he finished his first slice of five and reached for his soda. He drowned down half of the glass in less than five seconds. "So let me."
Krillin stared at his friends. "I know something's up. Could we please tell the disoriented bald guy." Krillin tried to make light of the situation.
Goku cracked a smile. He leaned over towards Krillin. "I don't think that you want to know." He said to his other companion. "We don't want to bore you."
Vegeta nodded ever so slightly not so much in agreement but more in wanting to protect his personal life.
"No, I think that I do want to know." Krillin said. "Come on guys. I want to help."
"Nothing's going on cue ball." Vegeta mumbled sinking his teeth into his second slice of pizza.
Krillin was growing frustrated, something that hardly ever happened. He glared at Vegeta. "Don't tell me that nothing's going on. When I walked over here it felt like you had the weight of the whole fucking world on your shoulders Vegeta. So don't give me that crap." Krillin dared to use an offensive tone of voice with Vegeta that he knew if taken the wrong way would surely sent him to weeks of bed rest. He was surprised at his own strength. However that surprise was nothing to say the least at the other he received a few moments later. Vegeta did nothing; unblinkingly he stole a glimpse at him then turned back to his food.
Goku noticed this as well. For sure he would have thought Vegeta was going to explode on Krillin, he was under so much stress it was a wonder how he was still dealing with school at the time being. Goku turned to Vegeta and met his gaze inquiring as to whether or not telling Krillin what was going on. The older boy gave them a dose of his body language once more. "I don't care." Vegeta muttered, starting up on his third slice.
Taking Vegeta's comment into consideration, Goku glanced at Krillin. "Come on. Let's go take a walk."
Vegeta watched the two boys that he would call friends get up and leave. Personally he liked the solitude that their absence had to offer. It gave him time to think of what he would say when he came face to face with Bulma that night. It seemed to Vegeta suddenly that the world around him shook; it was hard dealing with the emotions that he was feeling, brought up the way that he was Vegeta was never forced to feel these things. But that was the thing about that woman; she was the only one that could spark up those feelings in him. The only one. Vegeta scoffed down what seemed to be his fourth slice, Krillin and Goku dead ahead in his eyesight. But he was blind to everything. There was only one thing that registered in his mind at the moment. It was all about the blue-haired goddess that had just taken a seat across the lunchroom, alone. A type of sadness filled her eyes, something that he had never seen before in all of his years on the face of the Earth. Had he ever seen her alone? No, someone had always been at her back and call; even if it was the baka asshole Yamcha. The girl that momentarily met his gaze, only to dismiss it as impassively as she could muster, there was nothing left for her to say or do between the tow of them. To himself, Vegeta sighed and got up, leaving one slice behind. How on Earth was he going to live through the day, let alone when it came time to face her that night.
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"Hey Son-kun!" Goku smiled to himself as he picked up his cell phone off of its holder on his waist. The sound of his girlfriend's voice was more than welcoming; it was damn near a sign of salvation.
"Hi honey." He replied into his silver phone, walking the halls of the school towards the parking lot in a steady pace. The sooner he got home the better. "I haven't heard from you in a while. How are you?"
A brief silence. "I've been alright." Should she tell him what happened with Bulma...? "You know I was thinking that should come over tonight." Plan A: Being honest. Terminated. "We have so much catching up to do."
The opening to the parking lot came into Goku's line of sight. "Yeah that would be great." He replied, not quit thinking.
"Perfect, I'll cook you your favorite meal." Chi-Chi was beaming from ear to ear on her end of the phone. Talking to her boyfriend was just what she needed to lift the burden of a bad week off of her shoulders. Spending time with her boyfriend was long since over due. Chi-Chi's smile widened. "I can't wait." Suddenly, there came no reply from Goku. "Honey...I said, I can't wait. Traditionally this is where you agree."
Goku shook his head back to attention. Tonight? Chi-Chi's house...?? No, it couldn't happen. "Oh sweety," he began as he fished in his pockets for his keys. "Tonight? I can't."
A loud screech was heard, anyone would have confused it for static feedback, but nope, it was Chi-Chi's voice alright. "WHY?!" She pouted. "Son-kun!!"
He opened the door to his orange sports car. "Honey I can't. Vegeta's going over to Bulma's house tonight and I want to make sure I'm home if anything happens."
Chi-Chi narrowed her eyes. Bulma again...getting her way...changing everyone's plans to better fit hers. Then just as she had lost hope, an idea dawned on Chi-Chi. "Why don't I come over to you house Son-Kun."
The boy shut his door behind him and started up the car while balancing his phone on his shoulder. "I don't see the harm in that."
She smirked, how could he deny her of anything she wanted? A very uncharacteristic smirk lined her lips. "I've got something I really have to tell you..."
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Well it sure looks like I got a lot of positive feedback on, as I lyke to call her, "Suicidal Bulma." I wasn't very sure about the angst that I was adding to the story at this point, I didn't kno if it was too early, or just uncalled for all together. But I'm trying to shine a new light on HS fics. I'm not trying to repeat what's already been done. Either way, thanks for all the great reviews that I got for the past chapter.
Remember how I had asked about how long you ppl wanted meeh to drag out this story? Well it's been decided. It was a tie, so to compromise I will TRY, try being the key word here, to wrap this up in four and a half months. I'm not so sure because I just got a new angel for this story, yet another twist. So it might take longer than planned, but I kno that y'all will just luv the new turn of the story. I guess what I'll do is I won't take longer than I have to, so I'll just write everything stright forward. I hope that's ok with y'all.
Ok I think that's enough of mai rambling for this chapter. I guess you guys just want to get one with CH. 21 right? Otay, I get ya. I'll let y'all go. Just remember to show meeh some luv, yepp that's right. Remember to R&R. I got a lot of luv the last time, so let's try to get meeh some more of dat. Derres nothing more promising to a writer than knowing that they're work is luved. So reassure meeh. ^_^
I-ight I'm out of here, I'm going. Hope you lyke dis chapter. R&R. ENJOY!! And sorry for the long AN. .
~LadyB
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The love of two women; the heart of one man
Chapter Twenty-One
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A pair of hazy indigo eyes began to flutter open progressively, overcoming the need for sleep that her body was demanding strongly. The profound orbs that served her for eyes glanced around the room, her mind scrambling to pick up fragments of memory to what had happened a few hours ago. Broken glass, scattered clothing, her room looked at if it had been broken into except for nothing was missing. The room was now lit with the soft flames of candles, a few resting on the nightstand a few inches to her upper right. The warm glow welcomed sleep and the aroma given off by the candles served merely to back that up. If her memory served her right she had never seen her room ornamented with lights in such a manner so. As weak as her eyes were at the given moment it was hard to see about an inch in front of her face. She shook her head trying to regain focus on the spinning room, her blue hair was sent flying around her face and shoulders.
Nearly incoherently, a strained moan escaped the pair of lips which adorned her face. She felt as if she had been run over in the streets by an eighteen wheeler and been left there to die. Judging her current situation, she gathered that the truck would have been much more of a welcoming scenario. It had taken her a few seconds to finally realize where she was; now she had come to the conclusion that she lay helplessly on her bed in her room in her house. The question was, who put her there? And what in the name of Kami had happened?
"I see you're awake."
The voice sent a jump into her aching body. Would the voice have not been so obviously female, she might have possibly confused it for another voice. A voice that had that same monotonous nature everytime it was heard by anyone, but of course that voice was male. Using up all of the strength that was at the moment alien to her, she forced her upper body up on supports of her feeble elbows long enough to find the source of the voice. Her eyes found their way over to a blonde who sat in a chair not too far away from her. The figure was hidden mostly by the darkness of the dimly lit room, shadows dancing all over the lines of her somber expression. Slowly at first, then increasing in speed, the memories started to rush back to her like a tide of emotions. It was getting harder and harder to keep her eyes on the girl in front of her.
Another voice filled her ears. "S-she's awake?"
"Hai."
Bulma glanced around, Chi-Chi sat at the foot of her bed, with her head in her hands gripping at her hair moderately roughly. After a few seconds, her gaze returned to Juuhachi-gou who had turned on the small table light near her where her arm rested. Now she was in full range of Bulma's eyes, allowing the onlooker to take in all of her appearance. Above Juuhachi- gou's left eyebrow there was now a small patch of skin-tinted fabric, a Band-Aid. The minute she regained concentration on the face of her companion, Bulma remember what happened. She remembered the fight, she also remembered how it ended. The recollection was enough to send her back to her bed fully with a large sigh escaping her lips.
"Do you remember what happened?" Chi-Chi asked her friend, getting on her knees and turning over the rail to face the bed-set teen.
It took her some time to find her voice, eventually she responded. "Vaguely."
"Then you won't mind you letting me borrow your tweezers." Came the flat voice of Juuhachi-gou, as she glanced in a compact at her reflection. "Now I gotta even this shit out." She ran a hand along her normally perfectly sculpted blonde eyebrow. Despite the fact that she was trying to make light of the situation, her weak associate couldn't help but feel horrible about what she had done. She had hurt one of her best friends, she was an atrocious person without the right to live. Then another thought dawned upon Bulma, she had tried to kill her unborn child. Her eyes went as wide as saucers before she began to cry uncontrollably.
Chi-Chi got up and sauntered over to Bulma's side, holding her friend's trembling hands in her own. Tears fell from the other girl's face down onto both of their entwined hands. "Honey, what's the matter."
Bulma sniffed, trying in a futile action to hold back her tears. "I...I'm horrible." She sobbed loudly. Juuhachi-gou sent her thin eyes in her helpless friend's direction.
"How do you figure that?"
For an instant, there was a part of Bulma that seemed as if she would go made. Her sobs turned to momentary laughter. "How don't I figure that?! Everything I've done in the past few days has done nothing but bring everyone down." Bulma's voice broke. "How could you let me live? You should have just let me die..."
The tone in her voice had been enough to stir Juuhachi-gou from her seat by the window, the rain pouring down from the sky like ashes. Water splattered along the crystal diamond-cut windows as she walked towards the bed covered entirely by light blue silk. "We're you friends baka." This time there was a much sweater timbre in the disinterested blonde's voice. "We're not just going to let you kill yourself because of one bad day."
Upon leaving her lips, the words hung in the room emptily, no one paying much mind to them. An apprehensive silence slowly made it's way into the confinement of the room, leaving all of the teenage girls ill at ease with themselves. Daring to take a slice at the silence, Bulma used up her excess strength to speak her mind. "One bad day...?" The words were almost enough to bring he to laughter once more.
"Hai, that's what I said." The blonde was oblivious to where this was going.
Bulma shook her head; a sad smile marching along the corners of her cheery tinted lips. "No sweety. It hasn't been one bad day." She took a few seconds to brace her voice for her next statement. "IT'S BEEN ONE BAD DAY PRECEDED BY 17 BAD YEARS!" Her friends were bewildered. "You have no idea what it is living my life. Yamcha ruined me! He cheated on me and made a fool of me! And just when I started to trust once again, Vegeta does this to me!" Bulma voice was starting to shiver for a second time, despondently she forced her eyed to look over each of her friends. "But how could you know." Bulma inquired glancing at Chi-Chi. "You have the fucking picture perfect romance!" Then as expected by all three girls, her eyes moved over to the aloof Juuhachi-gou. "And you Juu, you have the mother fucking bullet proof heart!"
Juuhachi-gou narrowed her eyebrows. "Listen Lil Ms. Drama Queen," Juuhachi- gou's tone was one that never wavered, now was just a true a time of this fact as ever. Any and all compassion left her voice. "Just because you're down stop trying to bring us down with you!" Bulma and Chi-Chi watched on in horror as their friend spoke. "You don't know what kind of life I live. Don't act like you know me, we just are starting to get to know each other." Pausing for a final time, she walked closer to Bulma's bed. "Boo- fucking-whoo, the attention isn't on Bulma. She isn't getting her way." Now Juuhachi-gou was down right taunting Bulma. "So fucking what? Get use to it Rich-Girl. Not everything goes your way."
With her final statement, she turned on her heel and walked out. Juuhachi- gou had had enough drama to last her a lifetime on that night. She had tried to help, but Bulma was in a stage where she just didn't want to be helped. Fine, if that's what she wanted, that's what she was going to get. The angered teen slammed the door on her way out. The victim of the condemnation of Juuhachi-gou's words turned to her best friend. She was lost what could she do? What now? Just let her go...?
"Chi-Chi...."
Bulma got the shock of her life when she found her eyes absorbing the fact that her friend was shaking her head back and forth. "No..."
"But-"
"No Bulma-Chan. No." Chi-Chi found her courage at last. "Just because you're having a hard time, don't make it impossible for us to live our lives without you in it. We're trying to help you here. You just keep refusing our help. So have things your way."
"N-nani?!"
Chi-Chi's eyes were dead set in determination. "You're acting as if Vegeta knocked all three of us up."
The dam of emotions was braking once more. "WELL FUCK ME FOR HAVING EMOTIONS."
Sadly, Chi-Chi shook her head, unable to say anything else to Bulma. "Looks like Vegeta already has."
Bulma was left in awe; she could do nothing more than watch another one of her friends walk out on her. She was left alone in this time. No one had the abilities to understand the type of pain she was feeling nor what she was going through. Just when she thought that she was had found the two people to understand her, she had been wrong. Chi-Chi and Juuhachi-gou had walked out of her life as if nothing had happened. First Vegeta had walked out on her, without even one last glance back her way. Now her best friends. There was not enough strength left in her to go after Chi-Chi, not that she thought Chi-Chi would come back to her if she did catch up with her. Her life as she knew it was coming to an end, this was the apocalypse of teenage life known to Kami. She slammed her head back on her pillow. Her parents were clueless as to what was happening with her, she was pregnant, no one to help her and she was suicidal. Bulma laughed to herself softly. Again, what was the reason for her living...?
~*~
Three days had passed since the eventful night on which all of the truth was made known to everyone. Three very uneventful days. It seemed that once Bulma and Vegeta were fighting, they were all fighting. A week had passed since Juuhachi-gou last spoke to Krillin, Chi-Chi hadn't spoken to Goku in 4 days. And Bulma and Vegeta...well they were getting no where fast. Everyone had simply closed up all connections with one another. Either way, school was once more upon them and back in action. After that night of revealing truths, Goku had decided it was time that he took matters into his own hands. It didn't matter to him if Vegeta was with him or not, but if he was it would make his job a lot easier. Goku walked up to Bulma's fourth period class. Vegeta lagged behind as Goku peered past the door and into the class. About half a dozen people walked about the class, and Bulma stood at her desk. For the most part, the coast was clear. Goku waved Vegeta on. It was showtime.
When the door opened near her desk Bulma felt her heart skip a beat. Here came Goku with her beloved Vegeta. Exhaling, Bulma maintained a thick veneer of composure as Goku approached her desk. Thus far her week had been shit, yet there was a little voice inside of her telling her that it couldn't get any worse. If that voice had been a person she would have smacked the shit out of that person for lying. Her week was getting so bad at the moment, that she would have rather died right then and there. Anything to not have to face with the two men coming her way.
"Hey Bulma." Said Goku with a large silly grin on his face. He reached to hug her but she recoiled. There was a brief but awkward moment. Bulma let down enough of her guard to her best friend to hug him a moment later. It was hard to show love to a man who had helped facilitate Vegeta's exit from both her social and romantic life. Goku sensed this, so he treaded lightly. "How are you Bulma?" he didn't want to do anything that could upset her in any way.
"I'm still fine. Still here." Bulma answered quietly. Whereas once she had been a boisterous girl, Bulma was now a settled, more reserved woman. The added weight of losing her boyfriend and gaining a child had also dampened her enthusiasm for life. Of course, neither of the men before her knew that. In Goku's eyes Bulma still was regularly thin, a little bit thicker on the hips but still thin enough to get away with the outfits that her wardrobe consisted of. To Vegeta she was same old Bulma, he couldn't even tell that she had gained a little bit of weight, however his friend simply gathered that it was loss of her boyfriend.
Bulma's jeans hung tightly around her hips, her shirt fit her body a little bit tighter than normal, Goku could have sworn that her chest was growing, not to mention the diminutive gut that was forming around her once perfect stomach. Under both boys' attentive eyes, she did her best not to look at Vegeta, she could tell from his demeanor that the separation had somehow weighed on him as well. "Can we talk, Bulma?" Vegeta asked from his place at the door.
He was serious, he must have been. For the past few months he had made her believe that she had no name, onna was all she was known as around him. Bulma shook her head. "Not here. Not now. I'm busy." She continued to file papers in the near by cabinet.
Vegeta did not like where this was going, and if there was one more thing he hated than being confused it was being made a fool of. He would not let that woman confuse him any longer. It was now or never. "May I come by your place later?" Vegeta was so sincere and polite Bulma thought that it was anyone but him talking.
She nodded this time. "You may."
Goku watched the proceeding not so much out of curiosity but more so as a referee. With these two's mercurial personas, they needed one. So far, things were good.
"What time?" Vegeta requested.
"Seven."
"Arigatou."
According to plan, Goku handled the exit. He knew that given their past history, neither Bulma nor Vegeta would want to be the fist one to back down. "We won't hold you up anymore." Goku said.
Bulma narrowed her eyes at both of them "Ja'ne, Goku." She added coldly.
~*~
"See? That wasn't so bad." Goku said over lunch that day.
"She'd've fed me my penis ass-first if she could have." Vegeta muttered.
Goku bit down on his sandwich. "She was protecting herself." Interpreted Goku. "What else did you expect her to do? Roll over and beg?" he inquired with a mouth full of bread and lettuce.
"Am I the one who done wrong here?" Vegeta asked. "I never cheated on her." he protested.
Goku nearly choked on his food. "Like hell you haven't."
Vegeta narrowed his eyes.
"Alright, Alright." Goku said. "Gomen, now could we please just think of what you're going to say to Bulma."
"Leave that shit to me." Vegeta snapped. "I don't like thinking on the spot. But I'll think of something. That's for sure..."
Krillin took a seat down next to his friends. "Did I miss something. It looks like someone died over here."
Goku shook his head as he reached for his second sandwich. "Nope."
The bald boy was at a loss for words. "Them why the somber expressions? Even Vegeta looks too serious for his own good." Krillin pointed out.
Turning to face his friend, Goku nodded. "Yes, I guess you're right."
Vegeta didn't like the eyes of others, let alone boys, on him. "What the hell are you monkeys looking at?" Vegeta started to take his anger out on his slice of pizza. He bit down on it like he hadn't eaten in days.
"Down boy." Krillin advised. "You'll bite your hand off."
Vegeta shrugged as he finished his first slice of five and reached for his soda. He drowned down half of the glass in less than five seconds. "So let me."
Krillin stared at his friends. "I know something's up. Could we please tell the disoriented bald guy." Krillin tried to make light of the situation.
Goku cracked a smile. He leaned over towards Krillin. "I don't think that you want to know." He said to his other companion. "We don't want to bore you."
Vegeta nodded ever so slightly not so much in agreement but more in wanting to protect his personal life.
"No, I think that I do want to know." Krillin said. "Come on guys. I want to help."
"Nothing's going on cue ball." Vegeta mumbled sinking his teeth into his second slice of pizza.
Krillin was growing frustrated, something that hardly ever happened. He glared at Vegeta. "Don't tell me that nothing's going on. When I walked over here it felt like you had the weight of the whole fucking world on your shoulders Vegeta. So don't give me that crap." Krillin dared to use an offensive tone of voice with Vegeta that he knew if taken the wrong way would surely sent him to weeks of bed rest. He was surprised at his own strength. However that surprise was nothing to say the least at the other he received a few moments later. Vegeta did nothing; unblinkingly he stole a glimpse at him then turned back to his food.
Goku noticed this as well. For sure he would have thought Vegeta was going to explode on Krillin, he was under so much stress it was a wonder how he was still dealing with school at the time being. Goku turned to Vegeta and met his gaze inquiring as to whether or not telling Krillin what was going on. The older boy gave them a dose of his body language once more. "I don't care." Vegeta muttered, starting up on his third slice.
Taking Vegeta's comment into consideration, Goku glanced at Krillin. "Come on. Let's go take a walk."
Vegeta watched the two boys that he would call friends get up and leave. Personally he liked the solitude that their absence had to offer. It gave him time to think of what he would say when he came face to face with Bulma that night. It seemed to Vegeta suddenly that the world around him shook; it was hard dealing with the emotions that he was feeling, brought up the way that he was Vegeta was never forced to feel these things. But that was the thing about that woman; she was the only one that could spark up those feelings in him. The only one. Vegeta scoffed down what seemed to be his fourth slice, Krillin and Goku dead ahead in his eyesight. But he was blind to everything. There was only one thing that registered in his mind at the moment. It was all about the blue-haired goddess that had just taken a seat across the lunchroom, alone. A type of sadness filled her eyes, something that he had never seen before in all of his years on the face of the Earth. Had he ever seen her alone? No, someone had always been at her back and call; even if it was the baka asshole Yamcha. The girl that momentarily met his gaze, only to dismiss it as impassively as she could muster, there was nothing left for her to say or do between the tow of them. To himself, Vegeta sighed and got up, leaving one slice behind. How on Earth was he going to live through the day, let alone when it came time to face her that night.
~*~
"Hey Son-kun!" Goku smiled to himself as he picked up his cell phone off of its holder on his waist. The sound of his girlfriend's voice was more than welcoming; it was damn near a sign of salvation.
"Hi honey." He replied into his silver phone, walking the halls of the school towards the parking lot in a steady pace. The sooner he got home the better. "I haven't heard from you in a while. How are you?"
A brief silence. "I've been alright." Should she tell him what happened with Bulma...? "You know I was thinking that should come over tonight." Plan A: Being honest. Terminated. "We have so much catching up to do."
The opening to the parking lot came into Goku's line of sight. "Yeah that would be great." He replied, not quit thinking.
"Perfect, I'll cook you your favorite meal." Chi-Chi was beaming from ear to ear on her end of the phone. Talking to her boyfriend was just what she needed to lift the burden of a bad week off of her shoulders. Spending time with her boyfriend was long since over due. Chi-Chi's smile widened. "I can't wait." Suddenly, there came no reply from Goku. "Honey...I said, I can't wait. Traditionally this is where you agree."
Goku shook his head back to attention. Tonight? Chi-Chi's house...?? No, it couldn't happen. "Oh sweety," he began as he fished in his pockets for his keys. "Tonight? I can't."
A loud screech was heard, anyone would have confused it for static feedback, but nope, it was Chi-Chi's voice alright. "WHY?!" She pouted. "Son-kun!!"
He opened the door to his orange sports car. "Honey I can't. Vegeta's going over to Bulma's house tonight and I want to make sure I'm home if anything happens."
Chi-Chi narrowed her eyes. Bulma again...getting her way...changing everyone's plans to better fit hers. Then just as she had lost hope, an idea dawned on Chi-Chi. "Why don't I come over to you house Son-Kun."
The boy shut his door behind him and started up the car while balancing his phone on his shoulder. "I don't see the harm in that."
She smirked, how could he deny her of anything she wanted? A very uncharacteristic smirk lined her lips. "I've got something I really have to tell you..."
~*~
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