Last time:
"What? I thought you were all going to beat it out of me eventually, so I'll save you the trouble."
A ripple of laughter went through them all, their faces lighting in the first smiles they had together in a long time.
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All eyes were on Vegeta as he took a seat in his desk chair, turning it to face the others, who were all piled onto his bed, listening intently. He hadn't said a word, however, but they weren't about to miss a word of what he had to say. He cleared his throat, glancing up at them quickly before he began.
"She went back to the school for her shoes," he laughed bitterly, fingering a picture frame on his desk that held his son, Trunks. "Her feet were swollen and she forgot them, somehow, don't ask me." He looked wearily around his desk, trying to find something to occupy his hands with; he could never keep them still when he was this nervous, but that rarely happened. "So I stayed in the parking lot, like she said, waiting for her. It wasn't long before Arisa showed up," he growled angrily at the memory of her. He hadn't seen her since that day, luckily, but she still haunted him. "She tried conning me into coming with her. 'I've miss you so much,' she said. And the outfit she was wearing-" His nose wrinkled his obvious disgust. "-you couldn't clothe a baby with such little fabric."
He turned from the group again, clumsily fumbling with the knobs of his desk. He was itching for what was inside, but not with all of them around. No, that would be wrong.
"I tried insulting her to get her to leave. She only insisted more….She finally pushed me onto the car and forced herself on me. The little tramp. Kami damn it I fucking hate her." He took a deep breath, calming his nerves; this was one of the reasons that he didn't like talking about this; she just made him so damn angry! "Then I….I did the stupidest damn thing I ever could have!" he hissed, slamming his hand down on the desk. "I gave into that whore, my mind went completely blank, it was like I was back to my old game, my old self….By the time I realized what I was doing….it was too late. She was already headed our way…." He cast his eyes to the floor now, ready for their screams and wild fists. But when he looked up, they were still all on the bed, silent, as if still listening to his story.
"I'm done now," he said quickly, going back to the framed picture of Trunks.
"So it was your fault," 18 whispered solemnly.
"Now do you see why I never tried to get her back?" He glared at them all. "I'd have had no defense for myself."
"But you were confused!"
"No, 18, I was stupid."
"No!" Chi-Chi but in. "It was that whore, Arisa! She forced herself on you and your brain just went back to its instincts, to what it knew for so many years. How can you fight something like that? And then you did! You eventually fought it!"
"It was too late Chi! You aren't seeing that."
"What about Bulma?" Shirosama chirped. "What do you think she'll think?"
Vegeta looked up at him wearily; it was the first time he'd offered his assistance.
"She'll agree with me."
"I think she'll understand. I know she knows that you're not a monster. Hell! If I can see that, why can't she?"
"Because I hurt her you moron," he grumbled, standing up.
"Where are you going?"
"It's Thursday, I'm going to get my son if you don't mind. I'll be right back."
"Wait!" they all shouted in unison, stumbling off the bed.
"Kami," Vegeta chuckled. "You people need help."
"We're coming with you," Goku chimed in, coming to his feet.
"Like hell you are. What's that going to accomplish? She'll just think you are all against her and she won't talk to you. No, I'm going alone."
"Why put this all off any longer? Why let it sit more? Just get it over and done with."
"And how do you think we'll accomplish that? She'll come out, hand me my son, and go back inside."
"I have a plan." Goku's lip curled into a menacing smirk, as he explained his plan to everyone.
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Bulma, Rikyu, and Yamcha had just returned from the mall and were sitting in the living room resting, their bags strune about the room haphazardly. Bulma hadn't even realized the time until the doorbell rang, causing her to jump nearly out of her seat; fortunately Trunks was asleep in his playpen across from her.
"Who's here?" Rikyu asked wearily. He hated shopping, especially with Bulma; she dragged him everywhere.
"Vegeta. He's come to get Trunks."
"Oh."
She opened the door, a set glare for the person behind it. She was surprised to see Goku, Chi-Chi, and 18 instead.
"What are you guys doing here?"
Before she could ponder it longer, all three suddenly leaped forward, pinning her to the ground.
"Grab the rope!" Goku yelled to an unseen person that was still outside. Seconds later 17 came bounding through the door, a few feet of rope in his hands. They dragged her, kicking and screaming to the nearest chair.
"What the hell are you doing!?" Bulma screamed, kicking 18 in the shin. She winced, but held fast as 17 and Goku quickly, but tightly, tied the rope around the chair and her, her arms and legs held to the chair; she was now unable to move. "If you don't tell me right now-" But she was cut off suddenly when three other people entered the room; Vegeta, his old friend Roxy, and- "Shirosama?" she gasped, still struggling to get free from her restraints. "What's going on?" She instinctively glared daggers at Vegeta.
"Don't look at me like that," he snapped at her. "It was Kakarot's idea."
"Someone had better tell me RIGHT NOW what's going on! Or-"
"Or what?" 18 smirked down at her, taking a seat on the nearest couch.
"Let her go!" Rikyu yelled, leering at Vegeta. Yamcha held him back, pulling him to the couch next to him.
"Rikyu, just listen to what they have to say," he tried reasoning, but he was beyond angry.
"You let my girlfriend go or-"
"Shut up Rikyu!" Chi-Chi hissed, ready to jump at him.
In the playpen Trunks began to cry, all the unknown commotion was upsetting him. Rikyu struggled to get to him, but Yamcha held him back as Vegeta bent over and picked him up, gently cradling him in his arms.
"Where do you keep his bottles, woman?"
"There in his bag, moron," she spat, trying to lunge at him.
He quickly searched the bags, easily finding a full bottle, holding it to his son's mouth. He immediately latched onto it, sucking vigorously.
"Will you tell me now?" She tried to keep her voice calm, but it was still shaking with rage. How dare they come into her house and do this to her! And then not even tell her what's going on!
"You're going to listen to Vegeta's story," 17 said kindly, leaning down beside her. She was too angry to realize what this meant for 17, snapping her teeth at him as he got closer.
"I will not! How many times do I-"
"Just stop it!" Chi-Chi growled. "Why can't you just hear his damn story? How hard is that? Are you afraid that all this anger will be for nothing!?"
Bulma's screams fell silent, glaring at every person in the room, not caring who they were. She absently wondered where the rest of her family was; they were usually around this time of night.
"We're sorry it had to be this way, Bulma. But we knew this was the ONLY way. You'd have never listened on your own."
"Well it's nice to finally know who my REAL friends are." Her glare was set fiercely on Chi-Chi.
"Good, I'm glad you see it our way."
"You know what I meant!" she snapped, clenching her teeth.
"Yes, that's what you meant to say, but that's not what you're thinking. You know in the back of your mind that this is all for the best. And you know that you want to hear Vegeta's story, you're just too damn stubborn to admit that."
"Like hell I am! I won't hear him because there's nothing he can say that can change what he did!"
"She's right," Vegeta cut in, his eyes looking almost sad.
"See! Even he knows better!"
"But I am telling my story."
"But-"
"I gave my word that I'd speak."
"I won't listen." And she began to hum loudly, trying to drown out their voices.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you!" Shirosama's voice rang over her humming, holding up a large roll of duct tape. She stopped immediately. Why did they all so desperately want her to hear what he had to say? Could he really be telling the truth? She shook her head angrily at the thought. No, he must have told them all lies.
Vegeta pulled a common wooden chair up in front of Bulma, calmly taking a seat, Trunks securely in his arms, happily sucking on the bottle. He looked into her eyes for as long as he could, until she roughly turned her head away. He tried to catch her eyes again before he began, but she kept then glued to a spot on the floor.
"I know you don't want to hear this for obvious reasons. And let me tell you right now, that you were right in being angry and right in leaving me for what happened."
Her head immediately snapped in his direction, her eyes confused. He was admitting he had wronged her.
He continued on with his story, telling all parts of it in detail, explaining to her exactly what she had seen, which was in fact what she remembered, to every detail. He confessed that he had pulled Arisa closer to him, as if she were Bulma, but then pushed her roughly away when he realized what he was doing. His voice was calm and steady, until he came to the end, the part where his brain had noticed it's mistake too late and she had seen it all. Bulma's eyes stayed focused on Vegeta as he talked, staying silent, not giving a hint that she would interrupt or that she didn't believe him. When he was finally finished, he was looking down at their son, giving him a weak smile when he saw that he was fast asleep, the bottle having fallen to the floor sometime during his speech.
"You did cheat on me," she finally said, not being able to find any other words.
"That is a fact," he said solemnly, not looking up. "I never denied that."
"How can I ever trust you again?" Her voice was, above all else, hurt.
"I'm not asking that now. All I want is for you to believe me."
"I've always believed that you cheated on me. Why tell me that if that's all you wanted out of it?"
"No, believe that it was not my intention to be with that whore." His voice was getting rougher; he was getting agitated. "I never wanted her, nor any other besides you." He paused, then quietly added, "And I still don't."
His last statement caught her off guard, her eyes widening noticeably.
"Then why be with that girl at your college?"
"You know the answer," he huffed. "Why ask?"
"Confirmation."
"Social reasons."
Bulma nodded; that's what she'd thought.
"I'm staying with Rikyu," she finally said after several agonizing moments of silence. "I've told you before that nothing you can say will make me take you back."
"I'm fully aware." His voice was back to normal; rough and monotone. "But-" He continued. "-you deserved to know the truth. It's these simpletons-" He motioned to the group that had come with him. "-that believe otherwise."
"That being?"
"That we should be together."
"Like hell you should!" Rikyu growled, hopping to his feet. Immediately Yamcha pulled him back, reprimanding him under his breath.
"Alright," Bulma sighed heavily. "I've heard your story. Can I be untied now? These rope are cutting into my legs." 17 and 18 quickly ran to assist her, both receiving angry glares; she was still miffed about being tied to the chair. "Next time I'll just listen….Kami…."
"Hey, don't be mad at us," Chi-Chi said. "Don't you feel better knowing the truth?"
"No," she grunted. "It changes nothing. Now I know I was right all along."
Vegeta flinched at this statement; he had known for a fact that his story wouldn't change a thing, but hearing it still sent a painful sting through his abdomen.
"Can I go now?" he sighed, looking at those who dragged him there. "I have to get him to bed." He stood before anyone answered, cradling Trunks protectively in his arms. Bulma stood as well, gently handing him Trunks' things, a small hint of a smile on her lips. She'd lied before; the story did in fact make a world of a difference. She believed every word he said, even that he was truly sorry for it all and that it was never supposed to happen and that he'd give anything to be back with her again. It made her feel warm and wanted; Rikyu gave her that as well, of course, but with Vegeta it was just different. She didn't want to admit it, but Rikyu just didn't have what Vegeta had. It was a shame too, for she could never really be happy with either; Rikyu wasn't Vegeta and Vegeta had cheated on her.
"Yes, your majesty," 18 mocked, bowing at the waist, her outstretched arms pointing at the door. It was funny how no matter what Vegeta said, he always went back to his usual attitude, his usual cockiness; back to himself.
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Weeks went by since that fateful day at the Briefs residence. Bulma acted pretty much the same towards Vegeta, though with noticeably less hatred. Rikyu became more protectively over her, especially when Thursday came around, for he knew that she would definitely be in contact with Vegeta. She tried to right it off as "just a guy thing" but it soon posed a problem. She never did like jealous boyfriends, thinking that if they could be jealous then they must know that there is a possibility that the pair won't succeed; Vegeta never got jealous, he knew what he had and that no one, save himself, could change that. Too bad for the both of them that that's exactly what happened.
The play was getting closer; it was in exactly one month, and a nagging question still hung over Bulma's head-Who was Romeo? Surely the director had learned his name by now, having spent so much time with him at his private rehearsals. But every time she asked, the answer was always a mumble of a name that she didn't think was right. But she tried to let to not get to her; she'd be finding out very soon who he was. They were beginning their dress rehearsals next week, then two weeks from there he would be on stage with her and the rest of the cast.
Now it was a Saturday evening, Trunks was with Vegeta, and Rikyu was busy with some of his school friends; he hadn't hung out with them in a while so Bulma had to practically force him to go when they called. Chi-Chi was busy with Goku and Gohan, they were out of town visiting Goku's grandmother. And 17, 18, and Krillin were nowhere to be found; she'd called six times. So, in the end, she decided to have a "classic" movie night to herself, alone in her bedroom. Of course her idea of classic was far from something like Ben-Hur.
She had already watched The Goonies, Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, and Who Framed Roger Rabbit; all her favorites. She shuffled through her movie collection, which now lay scattered across her floor, looking for the perfect movie to end her night; it was getting late and she needed to do some homework before Monday. Finally, after rejecting several favorites, which she wasn't in the mood for, she settled on one that she hadn't seen in forever; Grease. She quickly popped it into the VCR, smiled broadly as the picture came on; she always loved watching this movie alone and singing along; she thought she had a terrible singing voice.
As the movie played out, Bulma couldn't help but notice certain similarities between her and Vegeta, and Danny and Sandy. For one, knew each other before, before finally coming together. Both couples had conflicts that the male party was responsible for, and both couples ended up talking to each other in the end. Of course, Bulma and Vegeta weren't back together, and they didn't break into song in the middle of a conversation; but the parallels with unignoreable.
The ending finally came, and Bulma instinctively broke into song as the last song came on.
"I've got chills, they're multiplyin', and I'm losin' control, cause the power you're supplyin', it's electrifyin'," she sang in a deep masculine voice, mimicking John Travolta, then prepared herself to switch into a feminine one. "You better shape up, cause I need a man, and my heart is set on you…." And on she sang until the end, where she came to a sudden realization; the song described them almost exactly. Bulma could just see herself telling Vegeta, though she would ever consider taking him back, that he needed to shape up and prove himself to her before she agreed.
She sighed deeply, putting the movie back in its case and tossing it in the pile on the floor; she'd take care of them tomorrow.
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---Chapter 11!! Yay! Another one finished! Who'd you like it!? Well, why not tell me in a review, eh? Because you know, reviews equal more chapters, weeee! I'm glad we can learn :P Heehee. So yeah, how's everyone liking it so far? I hope I'm not moving too slow or boring you or having them argue too much. I know the arguing as been a problem for some in the past fic. But hey, it's my fic, I do it my way :P
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Next time: The play is coming nearer….Maybe we find out who Romeo is….Maybe not :P
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"What? I thought you were all going to beat it out of me eventually, so I'll save you the trouble."
A ripple of laughter went through them all, their faces lighting in the first smiles they had together in a long time.
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All eyes were on Vegeta as he took a seat in his desk chair, turning it to face the others, who were all piled onto his bed, listening intently. He hadn't said a word, however, but they weren't about to miss a word of what he had to say. He cleared his throat, glancing up at them quickly before he began.
"She went back to the school for her shoes," he laughed bitterly, fingering a picture frame on his desk that held his son, Trunks. "Her feet were swollen and she forgot them, somehow, don't ask me." He looked wearily around his desk, trying to find something to occupy his hands with; he could never keep them still when he was this nervous, but that rarely happened. "So I stayed in the parking lot, like she said, waiting for her. It wasn't long before Arisa showed up," he growled angrily at the memory of her. He hadn't seen her since that day, luckily, but she still haunted him. "She tried conning me into coming with her. 'I've miss you so much,' she said. And the outfit she was wearing-" His nose wrinkled his obvious disgust. "-you couldn't clothe a baby with such little fabric."
He turned from the group again, clumsily fumbling with the knobs of his desk. He was itching for what was inside, but not with all of them around. No, that would be wrong.
"I tried insulting her to get her to leave. She only insisted more….She finally pushed me onto the car and forced herself on me. The little tramp. Kami damn it I fucking hate her." He took a deep breath, calming his nerves; this was one of the reasons that he didn't like talking about this; she just made him so damn angry! "Then I….I did the stupidest damn thing I ever could have!" he hissed, slamming his hand down on the desk. "I gave into that whore, my mind went completely blank, it was like I was back to my old game, my old self….By the time I realized what I was doing….it was too late. She was already headed our way…." He cast his eyes to the floor now, ready for their screams and wild fists. But when he looked up, they were still all on the bed, silent, as if still listening to his story.
"I'm done now," he said quickly, going back to the framed picture of Trunks.
"So it was your fault," 18 whispered solemnly.
"Now do you see why I never tried to get her back?" He glared at them all. "I'd have had no defense for myself."
"But you were confused!"
"No, 18, I was stupid."
"No!" Chi-Chi but in. "It was that whore, Arisa! She forced herself on you and your brain just went back to its instincts, to what it knew for so many years. How can you fight something like that? And then you did! You eventually fought it!"
"It was too late Chi! You aren't seeing that."
"What about Bulma?" Shirosama chirped. "What do you think she'll think?"
Vegeta looked up at him wearily; it was the first time he'd offered his assistance.
"She'll agree with me."
"I think she'll understand. I know she knows that you're not a monster. Hell! If I can see that, why can't she?"
"Because I hurt her you moron," he grumbled, standing up.
"Where are you going?"
"It's Thursday, I'm going to get my son if you don't mind. I'll be right back."
"Wait!" they all shouted in unison, stumbling off the bed.
"Kami," Vegeta chuckled. "You people need help."
"We're coming with you," Goku chimed in, coming to his feet.
"Like hell you are. What's that going to accomplish? She'll just think you are all against her and she won't talk to you. No, I'm going alone."
"Why put this all off any longer? Why let it sit more? Just get it over and done with."
"And how do you think we'll accomplish that? She'll come out, hand me my son, and go back inside."
"I have a plan." Goku's lip curled into a menacing smirk, as he explained his plan to everyone.
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Bulma, Rikyu, and Yamcha had just returned from the mall and were sitting in the living room resting, their bags strune about the room haphazardly. Bulma hadn't even realized the time until the doorbell rang, causing her to jump nearly out of her seat; fortunately Trunks was asleep in his playpen across from her.
"Who's here?" Rikyu asked wearily. He hated shopping, especially with Bulma; she dragged him everywhere.
"Vegeta. He's come to get Trunks."
"Oh."
She opened the door, a set glare for the person behind it. She was surprised to see Goku, Chi-Chi, and 18 instead.
"What are you guys doing here?"
Before she could ponder it longer, all three suddenly leaped forward, pinning her to the ground.
"Grab the rope!" Goku yelled to an unseen person that was still outside. Seconds later 17 came bounding through the door, a few feet of rope in his hands. They dragged her, kicking and screaming to the nearest chair.
"What the hell are you doing!?" Bulma screamed, kicking 18 in the shin. She winced, but held fast as 17 and Goku quickly, but tightly, tied the rope around the chair and her, her arms and legs held to the chair; she was now unable to move. "If you don't tell me right now-" But she was cut off suddenly when three other people entered the room; Vegeta, his old friend Roxy, and- "Shirosama?" she gasped, still struggling to get free from her restraints. "What's going on?" She instinctively glared daggers at Vegeta.
"Don't look at me like that," he snapped at her. "It was Kakarot's idea."
"Someone had better tell me RIGHT NOW what's going on! Or-"
"Or what?" 18 smirked down at her, taking a seat on the nearest couch.
"Let her go!" Rikyu yelled, leering at Vegeta. Yamcha held him back, pulling him to the couch next to him.
"Rikyu, just listen to what they have to say," he tried reasoning, but he was beyond angry.
"You let my girlfriend go or-"
"Shut up Rikyu!" Chi-Chi hissed, ready to jump at him.
In the playpen Trunks began to cry, all the unknown commotion was upsetting him. Rikyu struggled to get to him, but Yamcha held him back as Vegeta bent over and picked him up, gently cradling him in his arms.
"Where do you keep his bottles, woman?"
"There in his bag, moron," she spat, trying to lunge at him.
He quickly searched the bags, easily finding a full bottle, holding it to his son's mouth. He immediately latched onto it, sucking vigorously.
"Will you tell me now?" She tried to keep her voice calm, but it was still shaking with rage. How dare they come into her house and do this to her! And then not even tell her what's going on!
"You're going to listen to Vegeta's story," 17 said kindly, leaning down beside her. She was too angry to realize what this meant for 17, snapping her teeth at him as he got closer.
"I will not! How many times do I-"
"Just stop it!" Chi-Chi growled. "Why can't you just hear his damn story? How hard is that? Are you afraid that all this anger will be for nothing!?"
Bulma's screams fell silent, glaring at every person in the room, not caring who they were. She absently wondered where the rest of her family was; they were usually around this time of night.
"We're sorry it had to be this way, Bulma. But we knew this was the ONLY way. You'd have never listened on your own."
"Well it's nice to finally know who my REAL friends are." Her glare was set fiercely on Chi-Chi.
"Good, I'm glad you see it our way."
"You know what I meant!" she snapped, clenching her teeth.
"Yes, that's what you meant to say, but that's not what you're thinking. You know in the back of your mind that this is all for the best. And you know that you want to hear Vegeta's story, you're just too damn stubborn to admit that."
"Like hell I am! I won't hear him because there's nothing he can say that can change what he did!"
"She's right," Vegeta cut in, his eyes looking almost sad.
"See! Even he knows better!"
"But I am telling my story."
"But-"
"I gave my word that I'd speak."
"I won't listen." And she began to hum loudly, trying to drown out their voices.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you!" Shirosama's voice rang over her humming, holding up a large roll of duct tape. She stopped immediately. Why did they all so desperately want her to hear what he had to say? Could he really be telling the truth? She shook her head angrily at the thought. No, he must have told them all lies.
Vegeta pulled a common wooden chair up in front of Bulma, calmly taking a seat, Trunks securely in his arms, happily sucking on the bottle. He looked into her eyes for as long as he could, until she roughly turned her head away. He tried to catch her eyes again before he began, but she kept then glued to a spot on the floor.
"I know you don't want to hear this for obvious reasons. And let me tell you right now, that you were right in being angry and right in leaving me for what happened."
Her head immediately snapped in his direction, her eyes confused. He was admitting he had wronged her.
He continued on with his story, telling all parts of it in detail, explaining to her exactly what she had seen, which was in fact what she remembered, to every detail. He confessed that he had pulled Arisa closer to him, as if she were Bulma, but then pushed her roughly away when he realized what he was doing. His voice was calm and steady, until he came to the end, the part where his brain had noticed it's mistake too late and she had seen it all. Bulma's eyes stayed focused on Vegeta as he talked, staying silent, not giving a hint that she would interrupt or that she didn't believe him. When he was finally finished, he was looking down at their son, giving him a weak smile when he saw that he was fast asleep, the bottle having fallen to the floor sometime during his speech.
"You did cheat on me," she finally said, not being able to find any other words.
"That is a fact," he said solemnly, not looking up. "I never denied that."
"How can I ever trust you again?" Her voice was, above all else, hurt.
"I'm not asking that now. All I want is for you to believe me."
"I've always believed that you cheated on me. Why tell me that if that's all you wanted out of it?"
"No, believe that it was not my intention to be with that whore." His voice was getting rougher; he was getting agitated. "I never wanted her, nor any other besides you." He paused, then quietly added, "And I still don't."
His last statement caught her off guard, her eyes widening noticeably.
"Then why be with that girl at your college?"
"You know the answer," he huffed. "Why ask?"
"Confirmation."
"Social reasons."
Bulma nodded; that's what she'd thought.
"I'm staying with Rikyu," she finally said after several agonizing moments of silence. "I've told you before that nothing you can say will make me take you back."
"I'm fully aware." His voice was back to normal; rough and monotone. "But-" He continued. "-you deserved to know the truth. It's these simpletons-" He motioned to the group that had come with him. "-that believe otherwise."
"That being?"
"That we should be together."
"Like hell you should!" Rikyu growled, hopping to his feet. Immediately Yamcha pulled him back, reprimanding him under his breath.
"Alright," Bulma sighed heavily. "I've heard your story. Can I be untied now? These rope are cutting into my legs." 17 and 18 quickly ran to assist her, both receiving angry glares; she was still miffed about being tied to the chair. "Next time I'll just listen….Kami…."
"Hey, don't be mad at us," Chi-Chi said. "Don't you feel better knowing the truth?"
"No," she grunted. "It changes nothing. Now I know I was right all along."
Vegeta flinched at this statement; he had known for a fact that his story wouldn't change a thing, but hearing it still sent a painful sting through his abdomen.
"Can I go now?" he sighed, looking at those who dragged him there. "I have to get him to bed." He stood before anyone answered, cradling Trunks protectively in his arms. Bulma stood as well, gently handing him Trunks' things, a small hint of a smile on her lips. She'd lied before; the story did in fact make a world of a difference. She believed every word he said, even that he was truly sorry for it all and that it was never supposed to happen and that he'd give anything to be back with her again. It made her feel warm and wanted; Rikyu gave her that as well, of course, but with Vegeta it was just different. She didn't want to admit it, but Rikyu just didn't have what Vegeta had. It was a shame too, for she could never really be happy with either; Rikyu wasn't Vegeta and Vegeta had cheated on her.
"Yes, your majesty," 18 mocked, bowing at the waist, her outstretched arms pointing at the door. It was funny how no matter what Vegeta said, he always went back to his usual attitude, his usual cockiness; back to himself.
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Weeks went by since that fateful day at the Briefs residence. Bulma acted pretty much the same towards Vegeta, though with noticeably less hatred. Rikyu became more protectively over her, especially when Thursday came around, for he knew that she would definitely be in contact with Vegeta. She tried to right it off as "just a guy thing" but it soon posed a problem. She never did like jealous boyfriends, thinking that if they could be jealous then they must know that there is a possibility that the pair won't succeed; Vegeta never got jealous, he knew what he had and that no one, save himself, could change that. Too bad for the both of them that that's exactly what happened.
The play was getting closer; it was in exactly one month, and a nagging question still hung over Bulma's head-Who was Romeo? Surely the director had learned his name by now, having spent so much time with him at his private rehearsals. But every time she asked, the answer was always a mumble of a name that she didn't think was right. But she tried to let to not get to her; she'd be finding out very soon who he was. They were beginning their dress rehearsals next week, then two weeks from there he would be on stage with her and the rest of the cast.
Now it was a Saturday evening, Trunks was with Vegeta, and Rikyu was busy with some of his school friends; he hadn't hung out with them in a while so Bulma had to practically force him to go when they called. Chi-Chi was busy with Goku and Gohan, they were out of town visiting Goku's grandmother. And 17, 18, and Krillin were nowhere to be found; she'd called six times. So, in the end, she decided to have a "classic" movie night to herself, alone in her bedroom. Of course her idea of classic was far from something like Ben-Hur.
She had already watched The Goonies, Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, and Who Framed Roger Rabbit; all her favorites. She shuffled through her movie collection, which now lay scattered across her floor, looking for the perfect movie to end her night; it was getting late and she needed to do some homework before Monday. Finally, after rejecting several favorites, which she wasn't in the mood for, she settled on one that she hadn't seen in forever; Grease. She quickly popped it into the VCR, smiled broadly as the picture came on; she always loved watching this movie alone and singing along; she thought she had a terrible singing voice.
As the movie played out, Bulma couldn't help but notice certain similarities between her and Vegeta, and Danny and Sandy. For one, knew each other before, before finally coming together. Both couples had conflicts that the male party was responsible for, and both couples ended up talking to each other in the end. Of course, Bulma and Vegeta weren't back together, and they didn't break into song in the middle of a conversation; but the parallels with unignoreable.
The ending finally came, and Bulma instinctively broke into song as the last song came on.
"I've got chills, they're multiplyin', and I'm losin' control, cause the power you're supplyin', it's electrifyin'," she sang in a deep masculine voice, mimicking John Travolta, then prepared herself to switch into a feminine one. "You better shape up, cause I need a man, and my heart is set on you…." And on she sang until the end, where she came to a sudden realization; the song described them almost exactly. Bulma could just see herself telling Vegeta, though she would ever consider taking him back, that he needed to shape up and prove himself to her before she agreed.
She sighed deeply, putting the movie back in its case and tossing it in the pile on the floor; she'd take care of them tomorrow.
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A/N: I do not own any of the movies mentioned in this chapter, in any way shape or form. I am only a fan of all the works. Yay! Great movies! :P