With You
By Pikachu Hunter
Chapter Sixteen: Of Lust And Death
"Vegeta, where's my daughter--BULMA!" Dr. Breifs had stormed into the gravity room, and seen what there was to see. He was not pleased. Bulma gasped and leaned away from the Saiyan, almost disowning him, and looked at the floor. "Dad, I--"
"You will go to your room immediately, young lady." Dr. Breifs ordered.
"Dad, I'm not a kid anymore! And you can't punish me for this, either!" Bulma yelled.
"You'll go to your damn room now, Bulma Breifs." Dr. Breifs pointed at the door of the house, and put on a large frown.
"I'm not going, Dad." Bulma stood her ground.
"Maybe you should go. I have to speak with your father personally, anyways." Vegeta said, looking at her with concern. Bulma nodded. "If you want, I guess. See you later." Bulma said, kissing Vegeta on the cheek and leaving the gravity room with her arms crossed, angry with her father. Why was he being so moronic about everything? It was like he'd been taking stupid pills the past two days or something. She heard the yelling voices as she walked into the house. Shutting the door behind herself and taking off her shoes, she went to sit on the couch, on a pile of blankets.
"Hey, get off! What a bad way to wake someone!" A voice came from under the covers as Bulma flopped onto the couch. Jumping up as fast as she could, she saw Yamcha sitting in the place beneath her. "Yamcha, what are you doing on my couch?!" She screamed. She was very angry with him for ruining her morning, which could possibly have been spent with Vegeta, and no one else. Instead, she spent all morning and part of the afternoon in a sick bed, waiting to be healed.
"I don't know, actually. I got knocked out, and then I wound up on the couch, with you sitting on me!" Yamcha replied.
"Vegeta, I thought I'd have told you to keep away from Bulma more than enough times. Need I say it again?" Dr. Breifs asked, swaying from the alcohol intake. Vegeta gave him a hard stare. "What, besides my age, do you find appalling about Bulma and I being in a relationship?" He demanded to know.
"You're...not right for her, you bloody..." Dr. Breifs hiccuped, then fell forwards, landing face-down on the floor of the gravity room. "Dr. Breifs?!" Vegeta strode to his aid, and put two fingers on the back of the man's neck. "What?! No!" Vegeta turned the body over, and pressed his fingers to Bulma's father's wrist, feeling for a pulse. There was none. "He's dead..." Vegeta whispered.
"You got knocked out? By who?" Bulma wondered.
"Vegeta. I suppose he would have finished me off, if only he hadn't have had you to look after. You were, after all, poisoned." Yamcha sat up, and shoved the blankets off of him.
"You deserved it, you ass." Bulma said blankly, glad Vegeta'd taken action and at least done some harm to Yamcha, if not kill him. Yamcha gasped. "You say that about me?! Your boyfriend?!"
"I told you a thousand times already, Yamcha, you and I are through." Bulma said, getting annoyed.
"You don't mean that, Bulma. you're just--"
"I'm serious." Bulma stared.
"You're...you're...really...serious." Yamcha stopped laughing, realizing it was no joke. "Ah, come now, let's put old times behind us, and we'll start over again." He offered. Bulma shook her head angrily, and crossed her arms. She'd picked up something from Vegeta. "Not a chance, scum. I know what you did last weekend. Besides, I'm in love with Vegeta now. You can't change that." Bulma refused.
"Aw, come on, just for old time's sake, then? Let's get down and--"
"No!" Bulma slapped him across the face, leaving a red splotch on his cheek. Yamcha held his face with one hand, while grabbing Bulma's wrist with the other as she tried to leave the room in search of Vegeta. "What do you want?! Didn't I just sya no?!" Bulma yelled, trying to get away. She tugged at her wrist, but Yamcha, having studied under Master Roshi for a short period of time, had learnt how to keep a firm grip on someone.
"You know what I want."
"Forget it, I won't give you that!" Bulma screamed. "That's why I dumped you in the first place! You're rushing me, and you don't care about me! It's all you, you, you! Well not anymore, pal! I am not here for your personal enjoyment, y'know!" She tried even harder to get away. Yamcha stood up, still holding Bulma. "Gimme a kiss." He ordered.
"No!" Bulma declined, clearly stating she didn't want to have anything to do with Yamcha any more. Yamcha had a crazed look in his eyes, like a child who had suddenly gotten everything they'd ever wanted. Bulma felt terrified.
"I said gimme a damn kiss." Yamcha said even louder.
"Get away!" Bulma screamed as he, with the advantage of being stronger, advanced on her, pushing her down onto the couch and sitting on top. Yamcha was laughing mechanically, and Bulma screamed as loud as she could.
"Bulma?" Vegeta looked up from the corpse. "Bulma!" He ran from the gravity room, towards the house. "Bulma, I'm coming!" He said, knowing his Saiyan hearing was at last useful for something. He ran as fast as he could, and into the house. Throwing the door open with so much force it flew off it's hinges, he dashed into the living room and stopped abruptly at the sight he was given.
By Pikachu Hunter
Chapter Sixteen: Of Lust And Death
"Vegeta, where's my daughter--BULMA!" Dr. Breifs had stormed into the gravity room, and seen what there was to see. He was not pleased. Bulma gasped and leaned away from the Saiyan, almost disowning him, and looked at the floor. "Dad, I--"
"You will go to your room immediately, young lady." Dr. Breifs ordered.
"Dad, I'm not a kid anymore! And you can't punish me for this, either!" Bulma yelled.
"You'll go to your damn room now, Bulma Breifs." Dr. Breifs pointed at the door of the house, and put on a large frown.
"I'm not going, Dad." Bulma stood her ground.
"Maybe you should go. I have to speak with your father personally, anyways." Vegeta said, looking at her with concern. Bulma nodded. "If you want, I guess. See you later." Bulma said, kissing Vegeta on the cheek and leaving the gravity room with her arms crossed, angry with her father. Why was he being so moronic about everything? It was like he'd been taking stupid pills the past two days or something. She heard the yelling voices as she walked into the house. Shutting the door behind herself and taking off her shoes, she went to sit on the couch, on a pile of blankets.
"Hey, get off! What a bad way to wake someone!" A voice came from under the covers as Bulma flopped onto the couch. Jumping up as fast as she could, she saw Yamcha sitting in the place beneath her. "Yamcha, what are you doing on my couch?!" She screamed. She was very angry with him for ruining her morning, which could possibly have been spent with Vegeta, and no one else. Instead, she spent all morning and part of the afternoon in a sick bed, waiting to be healed.
"I don't know, actually. I got knocked out, and then I wound up on the couch, with you sitting on me!" Yamcha replied.
"Vegeta, I thought I'd have told you to keep away from Bulma more than enough times. Need I say it again?" Dr. Breifs asked, swaying from the alcohol intake. Vegeta gave him a hard stare. "What, besides my age, do you find appalling about Bulma and I being in a relationship?" He demanded to know.
"You're...not right for her, you bloody..." Dr. Breifs hiccuped, then fell forwards, landing face-down on the floor of the gravity room. "Dr. Breifs?!" Vegeta strode to his aid, and put two fingers on the back of the man's neck. "What?! No!" Vegeta turned the body over, and pressed his fingers to Bulma's father's wrist, feeling for a pulse. There was none. "He's dead..." Vegeta whispered.
"You got knocked out? By who?" Bulma wondered.
"Vegeta. I suppose he would have finished me off, if only he hadn't have had you to look after. You were, after all, poisoned." Yamcha sat up, and shoved the blankets off of him.
"You deserved it, you ass." Bulma said blankly, glad Vegeta'd taken action and at least done some harm to Yamcha, if not kill him. Yamcha gasped. "You say that about me?! Your boyfriend?!"
"I told you a thousand times already, Yamcha, you and I are through." Bulma said, getting annoyed.
"You don't mean that, Bulma. you're just--"
"I'm serious." Bulma stared.
"You're...you're...really...serious." Yamcha stopped laughing, realizing it was no joke. "Ah, come now, let's put old times behind us, and we'll start over again." He offered. Bulma shook her head angrily, and crossed her arms. She'd picked up something from Vegeta. "Not a chance, scum. I know what you did last weekend. Besides, I'm in love with Vegeta now. You can't change that." Bulma refused.
"Aw, come on, just for old time's sake, then? Let's get down and--"
"No!" Bulma slapped him across the face, leaving a red splotch on his cheek. Yamcha held his face with one hand, while grabbing Bulma's wrist with the other as she tried to leave the room in search of Vegeta. "What do you want?! Didn't I just sya no?!" Bulma yelled, trying to get away. She tugged at her wrist, but Yamcha, having studied under Master Roshi for a short period of time, had learnt how to keep a firm grip on someone.
"You know what I want."
"Forget it, I won't give you that!" Bulma screamed. "That's why I dumped you in the first place! You're rushing me, and you don't care about me! It's all you, you, you! Well not anymore, pal! I am not here for your personal enjoyment, y'know!" She tried even harder to get away. Yamcha stood up, still holding Bulma. "Gimme a kiss." He ordered.
"No!" Bulma declined, clearly stating she didn't want to have anything to do with Yamcha any more. Yamcha had a crazed look in his eyes, like a child who had suddenly gotten everything they'd ever wanted. Bulma felt terrified.
"I said gimme a damn kiss." Yamcha said even louder.
"Get away!" Bulma screamed as he, with the advantage of being stronger, advanced on her, pushing her down onto the couch and sitting on top. Yamcha was laughing mechanically, and Bulma screamed as loud as she could.
"Bulma?" Vegeta looked up from the corpse. "Bulma!" He ran from the gravity room, towards the house. "Bulma, I'm coming!" He said, knowing his Saiyan hearing was at last useful for something. He ran as fast as he could, and into the house. Throwing the door open with so much force it flew off it's hinges, he dashed into the living room and stopped abruptly at the sight he was given.