Chapter Seven
Hey, it's Bulma. . Listen . . .
Lots and lots of love babies. Good thing he wore condoms, even when he masturbated. No matter, he had messages, lots and lots of messages. He had been busy for an hour or more, his more-than-pleased woman sleeping quietly. Oh, looks like it's only one.
"Hey, it's Bulma. Listen. Sorry it didn't work out between us, I should've seen it from the start. Well, anyway, you've got nothing to worry about; I'll keep my distance. Know how?"
He subconsciously nodded.
"'Cause by the time you get this message I'll be dead!" she giggled joyously. "Life's better when you take it into your own hands. Bye." Click.
His heart stopped beating even as the slender hands of his girlfriend slipped around his waist.
"Who was that?" she asked, playing with his abs with light touches.
His blood ran cold as he pushed the hands away from him, grabbed his pants, and the keys to Bulma's house. All in one fluid motion. Bulma, Bulma, Bulma, the thoughts ran through his head. Bulma, Bulma, Bulma, praying to God she wasn't dead.
The key wouldn't work she changed the locks! "Bulma! BULMA!" he screamed to no avail. He rammed his shoulder into the door until he broke it down. He rushed this way and that looking for her, finding her in a red tub of water and blood, her once bright face turning pale blue.
"No . . ." he murmured it so softly, the woman behind him didn't hear him speak.
"Just some girl who killed herself," Regina snorted.
"Called an ambulance," Vegeta stated as he picked Bulma out of the water, her work clothes fully intact.
"I don't see why-"
"DO IT!"
Vegeta held the bleeding Bulma close, using the cotton from his pants, he had ripped to use as ties to place pressure on the wounds.
"Oh . . . God . . . what did you do to yourself?" he asked no one in particular.
He placed his chin on the top of her head, held her as close as possible, and he cried. He let his salty tears flow into her hair as he rocked her back and forth. He was still an absolute idiot. A phone appeared in his face. He spoke quickly, clearly, and softly. He, like Bulma, would never be the same. He would be worse off if he lost her. But he soon realized, he already had.
Life went on as usual for Regina, this time, Vegeta was the one to break it off with her. It was great while it had lasted, for her at least. Vegeta had never been so dead in his life. His voice was often shallow as he watched Bulma and chatted with the nurses. He would often grab her hand, feel the warmth it offered and drift off into a slightly blissful slumber. He woke one more to the eyes of blue that had tormented him and he had tormented. He could not hold her stare for long, that penetrating glare of "Why wouldn't you let me die!?".
"I hate you," she spat viciously in his face.
He had expected that response for sometime, but the venom those words held was still as deadly.
"I know," he spoke softly.
"You should've let me die."
"Couldn't do that."
"Why?" her voice was tired and soft.
"'Cause."
"'Cause what?"
"I'm in love with you."
He had murmured it so softly that Bulma barely heard him. She hated him so much. Bastard.
She sighed, and closed her eyes, letting sleep take over her mind. Vegeta smiled softly, kissing her brow gently before leaving for work.
It was great to be rid of burdens of the soul.
POAS
Hey, it's Bulma. . Listen . . .
Lots and lots of love babies. Good thing he wore condoms, even when he masturbated. No matter, he had messages, lots and lots of messages. He had been busy for an hour or more, his more-than-pleased woman sleeping quietly. Oh, looks like it's only one.
"Hey, it's Bulma. Listen. Sorry it didn't work out between us, I should've seen it from the start. Well, anyway, you've got nothing to worry about; I'll keep my distance. Know how?"
He subconsciously nodded.
"'Cause by the time you get this message I'll be dead!" she giggled joyously. "Life's better when you take it into your own hands. Bye." Click.
His heart stopped beating even as the slender hands of his girlfriend slipped around his waist.
"Who was that?" she asked, playing with his abs with light touches.
His blood ran cold as he pushed the hands away from him, grabbed his pants, and the keys to Bulma's house. All in one fluid motion. Bulma, Bulma, Bulma, the thoughts ran through his head. Bulma, Bulma, Bulma, praying to God she wasn't dead.
The key wouldn't work she changed the locks! "Bulma! BULMA!" he screamed to no avail. He rammed his shoulder into the door until he broke it down. He rushed this way and that looking for her, finding her in a red tub of water and blood, her once bright face turning pale blue.
"No . . ." he murmured it so softly, the woman behind him didn't hear him speak.
"Just some girl who killed herself," Regina snorted.
"Called an ambulance," Vegeta stated as he picked Bulma out of the water, her work clothes fully intact.
"I don't see why-"
"DO IT!"
Vegeta held the bleeding Bulma close, using the cotton from his pants, he had ripped to use as ties to place pressure on the wounds.
"Oh . . . God . . . what did you do to yourself?" he asked no one in particular.
He placed his chin on the top of her head, held her as close as possible, and he cried. He let his salty tears flow into her hair as he rocked her back and forth. He was still an absolute idiot. A phone appeared in his face. He spoke quickly, clearly, and softly. He, like Bulma, would never be the same. He would be worse off if he lost her. But he soon realized, he already had.
Life went on as usual for Regina, this time, Vegeta was the one to break it off with her. It was great while it had lasted, for her at least. Vegeta had never been so dead in his life. His voice was often shallow as he watched Bulma and chatted with the nurses. He would often grab her hand, feel the warmth it offered and drift off into a slightly blissful slumber. He woke one more to the eyes of blue that had tormented him and he had tormented. He could not hold her stare for long, that penetrating glare of "Why wouldn't you let me die!?".
"I hate you," she spat viciously in his face.
He had expected that response for sometime, but the venom those words held was still as deadly.
"I know," he spoke softly.
"You should've let me die."
"Couldn't do that."
"Why?" her voice was tired and soft.
"'Cause."
"'Cause what?"
"I'm in love with you."
He had murmured it so softly that Bulma barely heard him. She hated him so much. Bastard.
She sighed, and closed her eyes, letting sleep take over her mind. Vegeta smiled softly, kissing her brow gently before leaving for work.
It was great to be rid of burdens of the soul.
POAS