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The name struck Bulma suddenly as intensely familiar, that she'd heard that name before in reference to Vegeta not too long ago. But where? Who had said it? What had they been talking about?
"They all come back to haunt you sooner or later, Vegeta," 18 laughed, instantly reminding Bulma of where she knew that name from; the Nanami sisters, Hiroe, Arisa, and so many others, including Urako, Vegeta had been with them all.
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Bulma paced back and forth across the living room, looking out the window every now and then at the Ouji's residence; it was still and silent, Vegeta was still on his date with Nyoko.
"A watched pot never boils," came the squeaky voice of Bulma's baby sister from behind her.
"Mai, why aren't you in bed?"
"Couldn't sleep," she sighed, taking a seat in the chair closest to Bulma. "He's never going to stop loving you, you can stop worrying."
"Wh-What're you talking about?"
"Vegeta, of course. He went out with another girl tonight and you're afraid that he's going to love her instead of you, but it's impossible."
"I don't know what you're talking about," she insisted, turning from her to sit in the chair that faced the window.
"Fine, but don't say I didn't tell you. Oh, how was the play? I keep forgetting to ask you. I can't believe I had a birthday party the same night."
"It was fun. You can go to the one tomorrow night, right?"
"As far as I know. I can't wait to see you and Vegeta up there together. I knew he'd make the perfect Romeo." Bulma's jaw dropped as she starred at her sister in utter shock; that's what she's talked to him about at the hospital that night; Mai was completely oblivious to what she'd just said.
"Mai Adora Briefs!" she scolded, slamming her fists on the arm rests. "How could you!?"
"Please, like you don't enjoy his company," she huffed, slightly angry at her sister's reaction; she'd done her a favor.
"You had no right-"
"To suggest it to him? He was all for it when I told him! Said he'd been thinking about it anyway! So don't accuse me, Bulma!" she snapped, her tiny fists clenched at her sides. "You'll thank me later."
"Not likely!" Bulma called childishly after her sister's fleeting figure. "She's got some nerve."
"Whose got some nerve?"
"Hey 'Sama (Shirosama)," she sighed, falling back on the puffy chair, leaning her head back; she didn't need this kind of stress.
"Did you and Mai just get in a fight?"
"Yeah, and I don't want to talk about it."
"Ok. Ok. But can I ask you something?"
"If it's what I think, then no."
"Did you break up with Rikyu this afternoon? Is that why you're concerned with who Vegeta's dating now?"
"I am NOT concerned with who Vegeta's dating. I could care less who he throws his life away with."
"That's not what I asked."
"No. I didn't break up with him, but we are fighting. Why is everything so difficult now?"
"Fighting about what? Vegeta?"
"What else? I told him I was doing more performances this month, and he got all accusatory again. I don't know how much longer I can stand being with him when he does that. I love the kid to death, always have, but I could never love him the way I-" She cut herself off there, her eyes drifting back towards the window. "He's a good guy though."
"You love him like you love me, Bulma. He's like your brother, just like Sorai. I can't see you two together in the future."
"I know," she sighed, hoisting herself to her feet and gliding into Shirosama's awaiting arms. He pulled her into a brotherly embrace, kissing the top of her. "This part is always so hard."
"I know. Do you need me to do anything?"
"Yeah."
"What's that?" He held her out at arms length to better hear her words.
"Be me."
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Vegeta held his arms loosely around the skinny frame of his brunette date, Nyoko, as they danced to the slow rhythm of the playing song. They were at one of the newest clubs a few towns over; The Crescent Moon, a club partially owned and managed by 17 and 18 with Tamotsu and Yumako, who were helping the twins get a head start in the business.
"I'll be right back," she whispered in his ear as she slowly glided off him and sauntered towards the bathrooms. She hadn't been that forward in the beginning of the date, shying away when he'd said they were dancing. But she warmed up to him soon enough and he found she was quite enjoyable, most unlike any other girl he'd dated before, though nothing, of course, compared to Bulma. He found himself comparing her every detail to that of his blue-haired vixen, down to her teeth, that he found far too straight for his liking; Bulma had one slightly crooked front bottom tooth, Nyoko's were too perfect.
"How'd'you like Nyo?" 17 asked, slinging his arm around Vegeta's shoulders. "Isn't she great? I could love that girl." He watched her walk through the doorway that lead to the restrooms and turn left, almost missing what Vegeta said.
"Then why don't you?" he snapped, shrugging his arm off; he hated when people touched him without his permission.
"I'm on a date with someone else, 'Get, someone who I'm actually having a good time with. I've never had such a good date before. I'm not even thinking about Bulma or-er-Sorry."
"Yeah. Where did Yumako say she found these girls, anyway? I didn't know she knew such slutty people."
"I knew Nyo from counseloring way back when, and she said my date was someone you knew, I just never put two and two together that you'd be on the date. Are you having a good time? Isn't Nyo the best?"
"I think you're on a date with the wrong person, 17. And I think I've had about enough for tonight. Tell her I went home."
"But you look like you're having such a good time with Nyo. I think I actually saw you crack a wee smile back at the table. Come on. Give her a chance."
"I can have just as good a time at home with my son, going over my lines for the play tomorrow night."
"But-But-But-"
"Leave it 17. I'm going home."
"You can't ditch out on me, 'Get. We're in this together," he pleaded, almost frantically, pulling at Vegeta's sleeve.
"You're not really having a good time with Urako, are you?" He yanked his arm from 17's nearly painful grasp.
"Kami no!" he gasped. "She's a wreck. All she'll talk about is you and how you stole her virginity and her heart and then left her and she's never been the same without you and-Do I need to continue? I can't stand another minute alone with her!"
"I'll tell you what. I'll take Urako home and you tell Nyoko that something happened and she needed to leave."
"She'll wonder why I didn't take her."
"I insisted cause it's my car."
"You're the best," 17 sighed, leaning in to give Vegeta a hug, though second thought it and patted him on the back; Vegeta was definitely not the type to openly accept hugs from even the people he was closest to. "You can be a really great guy when you want to be."
"Shut up before I punch you," he grumbled, trudging off towards Urako with her face buried in a handkerchief. It was going to be a long night.
"Vegeta," she sniffled, dabbing her eyes as she moved over to make room for him at the booth. "Where's Nyoko?"
"Bathroom." He didn't take the seat that her gesture suggested. "Come on, we're leaving."
"B-But what about-"
"Are you coming or not?"
She snatched up her purse and hopped out of the booth without another word, snaking her arm around Vegeta's waist as they walked towards the door.
"You owe me big, 17," he mumbled under his breath, glaring back at his friend who was awaiting Nyoko's return from the bathroom eagerly; surprisingly he found himself smiling, completely missing what Urako just said.
"What did you say?"
"Nothing."
"Where are you taking me?" Her eyes lit up in hope.
"Home. 17's tired of you."
"Wh-What?"
"Stop that or I'll leave you here to watch him drool over another girl."
"Uh-uh-uh…Uh…Ok," she sobbed, curling into his chest as they squeezed threw a crowd of people who were trying to get into the always over-crowded club. He was about to shrug her off, but thought against it and allowed her to cry on his shoulder; she'd be gone in a few short minutes, he could endure this much.
They made it to his car, freshly out of the shop that morning after his fender-bender last weekend, only to find a whorish girl with her sleazy boyfriend all over her on his hood.
"Get the fuck off my car!" he barked, yanking the guy away, flinging him into the nearest car. "Who the fuck do you think you are!? Get off my car!" He yanked at the girl's arm too, though received a less than agonizing punch to the face by her boyfriend.
"Don't you dare touch my girl, jerk-off!"
Vegeta didn't need to counter his words, nor did he want or attempt to, colliding his balled fist with the sleaze's gut, watching with satisfaction as he doubled over in pain.
"Asshole!" the slutty girl squeaked, slapping him across the face before going to her boyfriend's aid.
"You better watch your back. I know who you are, Ouji. You're that Capsule girl's man. I've seen you around," he grunted, using his girlfriend's shoulder as a crutch. "I'll get you for this."
"Trembling," Vegeta mumbled sarcastically, hopping into the front seat. "Really. I'm terrified. Come on you."
"I have a name you know!" Urako snapped, though got in the passenger's seat nonetheless.
"Uh huh." He sped out of the parking lot, tires squealing, not at all paying attention to the sleaze and his whore as he took out a pen and wrote Vegeta's license plate number on his arm.
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No matter how many times they were to do this, Bulma was still always the most nervous before the start of the play. She paced back and forth, biting at her nails furiously. Why was she so nervous? She'd done this before, it should be no different.
"Vegeta!" she shouted suddenly, falling into a vanity chair. Some two minutes later he came sauntering over, a broad smile on his face.
"What woman?"
"Get that damn smile off your face and go over lines with me."
"You know your lines like the back of your hand."
"Just do it, ok? I don't want to mess up. I need more practice."
"Whatever," he grunted, pulling up a chair in front of her. "Stop looking at me like that."
"Like what? What are you talking about?" she said a little too quickly.
"Are you bitter about last night?" His smile turned quickly to a smirk, as he crossed his arms of his tunic-clad chest.
"Shut up and give me your line."
"No, I want to know. Are you upset that I went on a date last night?"
"Yes Vegeta, I'm heartbroken. Please, come back to me! I can't stand another moment without you!" she cried, several heads snapping in her direction. "Please. Like anything you do could affect me anymore. Give me your lines."
"You can have be back whenever you like," he said smugly, not taking his eyes from her, his smirk as menacing as ever, though in the back of his mind, secretly he was screaming for her to come back to him, for her to jump into his arms and never want to let go.
"Come on, you go out in ten minutes."
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The play went along as smoothly as before, nearly no one messed up their lines and all the props and curtain calls were exactly where and when they should be. During Bulma and Vegeta's simulated sex scene however, the chemistry just didn't seem to be there, and they got quite an earful for it afterward. Bulma simply turned her head and tried to ignore the insults shooting from the director's mouth, though knew it had been a shameful performance and blamed Vegeta's ignorance on it. On their way out, she wouldn't let him forget it.
"It's your fault," she spat, angrily pushing the back doors open. She cursed herself over and over in her head for agreeing before hand to give him a ride home; he'd promised to let his sister use his car that night, and his parents were going straight to a restaurant after the play. "I would have been perfectly fine if you hadn't been such an ass before the play."
"My fault? If you hadn't called me over to 'go over lines' nothing would have gone wrong!"
"Just shut up, ok? I don't want you all pissy when you go home to our son."
"He'll be asleep anyway," he huffed, having to have the last word. She simply ignored him, her focus suddenly on something else in the distance. Flashing red and blue lights illuminated just over the hill, just where her and Vegeta's houses were.
"Wh-What's going on?" she whispered out of the corner of her mouth as they crested over the hill. "Holy kuso!" She skidded to a stop in front of the Ouji residence, running as fast as her legs would take her through the front door. A short blonde girl sat in the den, Trunks and Tsukiyama's babysitter, crying into the arms of the man whom the car with the flashing lights belonged to. Standing around the den were three others in the same uniforms. "What the hell's going on!?" she screamed.
"Maiko, what the hell happened?" Vegeta snapped, running in behind Bulma.
"H-H-He's gone," she sobbed into the man's sleeve. "I'm so sorry! I don't know what happened!"
"Who's gone?" Bulma barely recognized her trembling voice.
"Trunks…"
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The name struck Bulma suddenly as intensely familiar, that she'd heard that name before in reference to Vegeta not too long ago. But where? Who had said it? What had they been talking about?
"They all come back to haunt you sooner or later, Vegeta," 18 laughed, instantly reminding Bulma of where she knew that name from; the Nanami sisters, Hiroe, Arisa, and so many others, including Urako, Vegeta had been with them all.
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Bulma paced back and forth across the living room, looking out the window every now and then at the Ouji's residence; it was still and silent, Vegeta was still on his date with Nyoko.
"A watched pot never boils," came the squeaky voice of Bulma's baby sister from behind her.
"Mai, why aren't you in bed?"
"Couldn't sleep," she sighed, taking a seat in the chair closest to Bulma. "He's never going to stop loving you, you can stop worrying."
"Wh-What're you talking about?"
"Vegeta, of course. He went out with another girl tonight and you're afraid that he's going to love her instead of you, but it's impossible."
"I don't know what you're talking about," she insisted, turning from her to sit in the chair that faced the window.
"Fine, but don't say I didn't tell you. Oh, how was the play? I keep forgetting to ask you. I can't believe I had a birthday party the same night."
"It was fun. You can go to the one tomorrow night, right?"
"As far as I know. I can't wait to see you and Vegeta up there together. I knew he'd make the perfect Romeo." Bulma's jaw dropped as she starred at her sister in utter shock; that's what she's talked to him about at the hospital that night; Mai was completely oblivious to what she'd just said.
"Mai Adora Briefs!" she scolded, slamming her fists on the arm rests. "How could you!?"
"Please, like you don't enjoy his company," she huffed, slightly angry at her sister's reaction; she'd done her a favor.
"You had no right-"
"To suggest it to him? He was all for it when I told him! Said he'd been thinking about it anyway! So don't accuse me, Bulma!" she snapped, her tiny fists clenched at her sides. "You'll thank me later."
"Not likely!" Bulma called childishly after her sister's fleeting figure. "She's got some nerve."
"Whose got some nerve?"
"Hey 'Sama (Shirosama)," she sighed, falling back on the puffy chair, leaning her head back; she didn't need this kind of stress.
"Did you and Mai just get in a fight?"
"Yeah, and I don't want to talk about it."
"Ok. Ok. But can I ask you something?"
"If it's what I think, then no."
"Did you break up with Rikyu this afternoon? Is that why you're concerned with who Vegeta's dating now?"
"I am NOT concerned with who Vegeta's dating. I could care less who he throws his life away with."
"That's not what I asked."
"No. I didn't break up with him, but we are fighting. Why is everything so difficult now?"
"Fighting about what? Vegeta?"
"What else? I told him I was doing more performances this month, and he got all accusatory again. I don't know how much longer I can stand being with him when he does that. I love the kid to death, always have, but I could never love him the way I-" She cut herself off there, her eyes drifting back towards the window. "He's a good guy though."
"You love him like you love me, Bulma. He's like your brother, just like Sorai. I can't see you two together in the future."
"I know," she sighed, hoisting herself to her feet and gliding into Shirosama's awaiting arms. He pulled her into a brotherly embrace, kissing the top of her. "This part is always so hard."
"I know. Do you need me to do anything?"
"Yeah."
"What's that?" He held her out at arms length to better hear her words.
"Be me."
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Vegeta held his arms loosely around the skinny frame of his brunette date, Nyoko, as they danced to the slow rhythm of the playing song. They were at one of the newest clubs a few towns over; The Crescent Moon, a club partially owned and managed by 17 and 18 with Tamotsu and Yumako, who were helping the twins get a head start in the business.
"I'll be right back," she whispered in his ear as she slowly glided off him and sauntered towards the bathrooms. She hadn't been that forward in the beginning of the date, shying away when he'd said they were dancing. But she warmed up to him soon enough and he found she was quite enjoyable, most unlike any other girl he'd dated before, though nothing, of course, compared to Bulma. He found himself comparing her every detail to that of his blue-haired vixen, down to her teeth, that he found far too straight for his liking; Bulma had one slightly crooked front bottom tooth, Nyoko's were too perfect.
"How'd'you like Nyo?" 17 asked, slinging his arm around Vegeta's shoulders. "Isn't she great? I could love that girl." He watched her walk through the doorway that lead to the restrooms and turn left, almost missing what Vegeta said.
"Then why don't you?" he snapped, shrugging his arm off; he hated when people touched him without his permission.
"I'm on a date with someone else, 'Get, someone who I'm actually having a good time with. I've never had such a good date before. I'm not even thinking about Bulma or-er-Sorry."
"Yeah. Where did Yumako say she found these girls, anyway? I didn't know she knew such slutty people."
"I knew Nyo from counseloring way back when, and she said my date was someone you knew, I just never put two and two together that you'd be on the date. Are you having a good time? Isn't Nyo the best?"
"I think you're on a date with the wrong person, 17. And I think I've had about enough for tonight. Tell her I went home."
"But you look like you're having such a good time with Nyo. I think I actually saw you crack a wee smile back at the table. Come on. Give her a chance."
"I can have just as good a time at home with my son, going over my lines for the play tomorrow night."
"But-But-But-"
"Leave it 17. I'm going home."
"You can't ditch out on me, 'Get. We're in this together," he pleaded, almost frantically, pulling at Vegeta's sleeve.
"You're not really having a good time with Urako, are you?" He yanked his arm from 17's nearly painful grasp.
"Kami no!" he gasped. "She's a wreck. All she'll talk about is you and how you stole her virginity and her heart and then left her and she's never been the same without you and-Do I need to continue? I can't stand another minute alone with her!"
"I'll tell you what. I'll take Urako home and you tell Nyoko that something happened and she needed to leave."
"She'll wonder why I didn't take her."
"I insisted cause it's my car."
"You're the best," 17 sighed, leaning in to give Vegeta a hug, though second thought it and patted him on the back; Vegeta was definitely not the type to openly accept hugs from even the people he was closest to. "You can be a really great guy when you want to be."
"Shut up before I punch you," he grumbled, trudging off towards Urako with her face buried in a handkerchief. It was going to be a long night.
"Vegeta," she sniffled, dabbing her eyes as she moved over to make room for him at the booth. "Where's Nyoko?"
"Bathroom." He didn't take the seat that her gesture suggested. "Come on, we're leaving."
"B-But what about-"
"Are you coming or not?"
She snatched up her purse and hopped out of the booth without another word, snaking her arm around Vegeta's waist as they walked towards the door.
"You owe me big, 17," he mumbled under his breath, glaring back at his friend who was awaiting Nyoko's return from the bathroom eagerly; surprisingly he found himself smiling, completely missing what Urako just said.
"What did you say?"
"Nothing."
"Where are you taking me?" Her eyes lit up in hope.
"Home. 17's tired of you."
"Wh-What?"
"Stop that or I'll leave you here to watch him drool over another girl."
"Uh-uh-uh…Uh…Ok," she sobbed, curling into his chest as they squeezed threw a crowd of people who were trying to get into the always over-crowded club. He was about to shrug her off, but thought against it and allowed her to cry on his shoulder; she'd be gone in a few short minutes, he could endure this much.
They made it to his car, freshly out of the shop that morning after his fender-bender last weekend, only to find a whorish girl with her sleazy boyfriend all over her on his hood.
"Get the fuck off my car!" he barked, yanking the guy away, flinging him into the nearest car. "Who the fuck do you think you are!? Get off my car!" He yanked at the girl's arm too, though received a less than agonizing punch to the face by her boyfriend.
"Don't you dare touch my girl, jerk-off!"
Vegeta didn't need to counter his words, nor did he want or attempt to, colliding his balled fist with the sleaze's gut, watching with satisfaction as he doubled over in pain.
"Asshole!" the slutty girl squeaked, slapping him across the face before going to her boyfriend's aid.
"You better watch your back. I know who you are, Ouji. You're that Capsule girl's man. I've seen you around," he grunted, using his girlfriend's shoulder as a crutch. "I'll get you for this."
"Trembling," Vegeta mumbled sarcastically, hopping into the front seat. "Really. I'm terrified. Come on you."
"I have a name you know!" Urako snapped, though got in the passenger's seat nonetheless.
"Uh huh." He sped out of the parking lot, tires squealing, not at all paying attention to the sleaze and his whore as he took out a pen and wrote Vegeta's license plate number on his arm.
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No matter how many times they were to do this, Bulma was still always the most nervous before the start of the play. She paced back and forth, biting at her nails furiously. Why was she so nervous? She'd done this before, it should be no different.
"Vegeta!" she shouted suddenly, falling into a vanity chair. Some two minutes later he came sauntering over, a broad smile on his face.
"What woman?"
"Get that damn smile off your face and go over lines with me."
"You know your lines like the back of your hand."
"Just do it, ok? I don't want to mess up. I need more practice."
"Whatever," he grunted, pulling up a chair in front of her. "Stop looking at me like that."
"Like what? What are you talking about?" she said a little too quickly.
"Are you bitter about last night?" His smile turned quickly to a smirk, as he crossed his arms of his tunic-clad chest.
"Shut up and give me your line."
"No, I want to know. Are you upset that I went on a date last night?"
"Yes Vegeta, I'm heartbroken. Please, come back to me! I can't stand another moment without you!" she cried, several heads snapping in her direction. "Please. Like anything you do could affect me anymore. Give me your lines."
"You can have be back whenever you like," he said smugly, not taking his eyes from her, his smirk as menacing as ever, though in the back of his mind, secretly he was screaming for her to come back to him, for her to jump into his arms and never want to let go.
"Come on, you go out in ten minutes."
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The play went along as smoothly as before, nearly no one messed up their lines and all the props and curtain calls were exactly where and when they should be. During Bulma and Vegeta's simulated sex scene however, the chemistry just didn't seem to be there, and they got quite an earful for it afterward. Bulma simply turned her head and tried to ignore the insults shooting from the director's mouth, though knew it had been a shameful performance and blamed Vegeta's ignorance on it. On their way out, she wouldn't let him forget it.
"It's your fault," she spat, angrily pushing the back doors open. She cursed herself over and over in her head for agreeing before hand to give him a ride home; he'd promised to let his sister use his car that night, and his parents were going straight to a restaurant after the play. "I would have been perfectly fine if you hadn't been such an ass before the play."
"My fault? If you hadn't called me over to 'go over lines' nothing would have gone wrong!"
"Just shut up, ok? I don't want you all pissy when you go home to our son."
"He'll be asleep anyway," he huffed, having to have the last word. She simply ignored him, her focus suddenly on something else in the distance. Flashing red and blue lights illuminated just over the hill, just where her and Vegeta's houses were.
"Wh-What's going on?" she whispered out of the corner of her mouth as they crested over the hill. "Holy kuso!" She skidded to a stop in front of the Ouji residence, running as fast as her legs would take her through the front door. A short blonde girl sat in the den, Trunks and Tsukiyama's babysitter, crying into the arms of the man whom the car with the flashing lights belonged to. Standing around the den were three others in the same uniforms. "What the hell's going on!?" she screamed.
"Maiko, what the hell happened?" Vegeta snapped, running in behind Bulma.
"H-H-He's gone," she sobbed into the man's sleeve. "I'm so sorry! I don't know what happened!"
"Who's gone?" Bulma barely recognized her trembling voice.
"Trunks…"
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