AN: Dose anyone want to know what I think of the reviews. Well I'll tell you I think they are so much support, and they inspire me a lot. Please keep them coming. Ok I want everyone to enjoy this chapter.
Disclaimer: I don't own db, dbz or dbgt. Or the song I use in this fic.
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Bulma and Vegeta gasped for air. "You know Vegeta, you really shouldn't start kissing people," Bulma crossed her arms. "What you started it!,"Vegeta said as if he were a two year old. "I did not,"Bulma argued. Vegeta glared at her. "You were the one you the one throwing yourself at me,"Vegeta said. Bulma put her hand on her hips. "Well you were the one smirking all sexy, I mean horribly,"Bulma clamed her mouth.
"Oh so I was smirking sexy, eh,"Vegeta gloated. "No you weren't you were just all flirty,"Bulma pointed out.- "I was flirting if I can recall you were the one that was saying 'You think im hot',"Vegeta mimicked. "I did not say that,"Bulma lied. "Yes you did Onna,"Vegeta yelled. Everyone turned around. The Dj had even stopped playing the music. "What!,"Bulma roared at the crowd.
They flinched a little. "Well you and home boy over there, got yourselves a jerry Springer show, now entertain us,"The Dj yelled over a microphone. "How dare you low class earthling,"Vegeta started. "Wait your the low one you took Bulma away from me,"Yamcha yelled making his way through the crowd. The crowd grew noisy. "I was never yours to own!,"Bulma yelled suddenly getting furious with the whole situation.
"Yes you were, I mean we were together for damn near five years!,"Yamcha said. The crowd whispered. "Well that's over besides you got that skank Comfort or are you still doing her flunky!,"Bulma balled her fist. "That was a rumor,"Yamcha lied. Bulma balled her fist harder. She couldn't believe this liar. She had to control her temper. Because if she let it loose nothing good would come from it.
That's how it been for years. She would always ball her fist to stop her from loosing her short temper. "No it wasn't,"She yelled. "I had to when I was with you weren't puting nothing out, I needed to be with somebody,"Yamcha defended himself. "What you've been when we were together, I though it was just that day I had sack,"Bulma screamed. "You didn't know,"Yamcha said to himself.
Bulma was furious. However she didn't let it show. She felt Vegeta's ki rising. However it was her battle. And she had to face it alone. "I can handle this jack ass,"She whispered to Vegeta. "You fucken bastard!,"Bulma yelled at her ex boyfriend. "Oh im the bastard now,"Yamcha crossed his arms. "You've been the bastard you and that whore,"Bulma spat.
"She's not a whore,"Yamcha defended. "Yes she is,"Bulma argued. She placed her hands on her hips. For long as she could remember Comfort had been the popular trash. "Ok who comes to a club With a mini skirt that doesn't even go to her thigns with a thong to go with it,"Bulma pointed out. Yamcha was caught in a corner. "Well she,"Yamcha didn't know what to say.
"Sounds like whore to me!,"A person in the crowd yelled. "Yammy you don't have to answer to that bitch!,"Comfort said pushing and shoving as she made it to the front of the crowd. Bulma looked at Comfort. She had on a purple thong, with a mini skirt that didn't even reach her things. She also had on a shirt that could had been mistaken for a bra.
"She's a whore,"The Dj sung on his microphone. The crowd went rowdy. "I am not, it's Bulma's who's the whore, she has implants,"Comfort said pointing at Bulma's chest. "I do not, they are real,"Bulma said not really getting why Comfort said she has implants. Comfort was lost of words. She always thought Bulma had a fake chest. Her chest was just abnormally large.
"Come on slap the bitch, we want to see some hair pulling some shirts off!,"A perv from the audience yelled. The crowd was getting a little restless. All they were doing was talking. If they weren't dancing, they could at least watch a fight or something. "Yeah she called your naturals fake, now kill the bitch,"The Dj Sung. The crowd went rowdy.
"Do anybody hear me!,"The dj yelled. The crowd started to jump up and down. "Well then lets tear this club apart, im not paying for it lets crash the bitch!,"The Dj yelled with passion. The crowd went even more rowdy. They began to scramble all over the place, breaking tables chairs. And ruing the bar. Bulma looked around. There was longer a crowd surrounding her. There was now just a huge crowd tearing everything in site.
"Wait what about my fame, the jerry Springer show,"Comfort yelled to the crowd. "Fuck it,"Someone yelled. "Why,"Comfort yelled. "Cause you won't fight her,"The voice yelled over the kayos. Comfort swallowed hard. She could fight her real fast. But Bulma wasn't an easy opponent. She had slapped her lightly a few days ago and she went tumbling toward the ground like a sack of potatoes.
She probably couldn't even touch Bulma. She had to do something to get attention. She felt so lonely. Comfort would flash to crowd, but Yamcha would probably get mad. He had all the right stuff, plus money. Making him mad would get her no where. "Yamcha we'll get them tomorrow,"She mumbled in his ear. Yamcha nodded. He knew there was nothing he could do as well. Maybe tomorrow he could think of something. "Ok,"He mumbled into her ear.
*** The next Day At School ***
"What a night,"Bulma told her friend 18. She was currently wearing some orange shorts with a white shirt that read "Hottie" in orange letters. He hair was in a high pony tail, she was also sporting some Nike classics which were a white color. "Yeah what a night, but you danced with Vegeta,"18 pointed out. 18 had witnessed much more than kissing. She had witnessed tail petting also. "So what you danced with Krillian,"Bulma crossed her arms. SHe really didn't feel like having this conversation.
"Yeah but I didn't make out with him,"18 snapped. Bulma was caught in a corner. "So what I mean we just made out,"Bulma crossed her arms stubbornly. 18 rolled her eyes. "Yeah whatever,"She said to the blue haired sayjin. "18,"Chi Chi called to her friend. 18 turned around. "What,"She snapped. Chi Chi rolled her eyes. "Rumor has it, that Yamcha and Comfort are working on a plan,"Chi CHi said. Chi Chi really wasn't in to all that rumor business.
But she could help wondering. I mean there it was in the open a good opportunity to get involved into something. If she didn't set someone straight she would be known as a goody two shoes. "And,"18 said while Bulma listened to the conversation. "Well the point is bitch, that there plotting, I don't want my Goku I mean my friend to be in this some how,"Chi Chi said. 18 eyes narrowed. "Quit with the bitch shit,"18 told her.
Chi CHi rolled her eyes. "So your saying, that Comfort and Yamcha got a trick a trick up their sleeves," Bulma butted into the conversation. "Nobody was talking to you bitch"Chi CHi sneered. "Well I was talking to you, now what's this I hear about plotting,"Bulma asked. Chi Chi Snorted. "Well, Yamcha and Comfort are planning on doing something so big, your grandchildren would member,"Chi Chi said.
"What are they going to do,"Bulma asked. "Nobody knows yet, but luch should be here in a minute we'll see,"Chi Chi replied. Bulma signed. Lunch wasn't till ten more minutes. See would have to wait sit ten more minutes watching a old lady talk about history. She already knew what she was going to be a scientist. So why she had to learn history was beyond her reason.
"And that's why we have the things you people called capsules,"The teacher said. "I already know this shit I helped to invent the shit so why am I listing to this crap,"Bulma said a little to loud. The teacher was outraged. She had teacher five periods of disobedient children. All they did was talk back. Over and Over again. It wasn't like it was her choice. She only did this job because the pay was right.
"Why must you children, constantly pester me about this crap, I am being paid to teach, therefore you little rats will listen!,"The teacher snapped. "Who are you calling Rat,"Bulma said getting a tad bit mad. "Why you little-,"She was cut off as the bell rang. "See ya,"Bulma waved running out the door.
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"Yammy im sure this is going to work,"Comfort got off his lap. Comfort was currently wearing a thong with a bikini top, which left nothing toward imagination. With some heels that were about 6 inches. She had on a large pea cot covering up her outfit. She was also carrying a radio in one hand, some with various tapes and cds in her other hand. She looked from left to right. Searching for the sayjin prince. Spotting him she licked her lips. Walking near him. "Hey,"She waved. Vegeta looked at her in annoyance.
"You know, I've been looking at you from the distance, I have to say, you looking good,"Comfort Said in his ear. Vegeta glared at her again. "You don't have to pretend like you don't want me I'll come to you" She walked near him. Comfort smirked taking off her pea cot. It dropped exposing Most of Comfort. Vegeta expression didn't change. Comfort bent over in front of him, flicking her cd to Christiana Agularia. She sat on his lap.
Ah, heat is up
So ladies, fellas
Drop your cups
Body's hot
Front to back
Now move your ass
I like that
Comfort watched a small huddle of perverts huddled the scene. Soon after Bulma emerged into the middle of the crowd with an angry expression her face. Her eyes were starting to tear up. "Vegeta,"She spoke in a soft whisper. He turned to face her. "Onna look, I,"Vegeta was cut off. He threw Comfort off of him. "I don't want to hear it bastard,"She rushed from the scene in pain, guilt, and sorrow. "Onna!,"He called after her.
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An: So what did everybody think. Revenge was something isn't it. Poor Bulma. I feel sorry for her. Well I tried not to make it a cliffy. Cause I was going to end it where Bulma came in. But I went against that idea. Well Please
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