Author's Note: Well, it's back to TDDWP week. Should be up to about Chapter 16 by the end of the week. This getting to the end, but how long do you guys reckon I should prolong it?
Chapter 13: Please let go!
Five weeks had gone past, and nothing serious had happened. They were approaching the end of term, and none of the others had reason to believe Vegeta had continued drugs. He and Bulma hadn't spoken to each other, and none of the others were going to push them to.
It was Friday, fifth period. All of them had it free, so they were lounging about in the Senior Common Room. Krillin, 18, Chichi and Goku were engrossed in a game of presidents, Bulma was sleeping on the couch and Vegeta was off somewhere.
"Yeah! President again!" 18 yelled and threw up her cards. The others grumbled and Krillin picked up the cards.
"I'm sick of this. 18 keeps winning we might as well pack it up." The other two nodded in agreement.
"So are you guys going to Marcus's party tonight?" 18 asked as they seated themselves on various couches.
"I think we all are, I mean Marcus's parties are cool. He has a massive pool out the back, and his parents are away tonight," Chichi told them.
"I go 'cause there's nice food," Goku pointed out. The other three shook their heads in frustration.
"I wonder if Vegeta and Bulma are going?" Krillin mused out loud.
"Well I am, I'm not sure about Vegeta but I'll be there." They turned around as Bulma's voice became audible. She had awoken from her sleep and was now joining them on the couches. 18 shuffled over to make room.
"Can we come round to get ready, B?" Chichi asked. Bulma nodded, not really paying attention. Her head was turned half way around and she was looking in Vegeta's direction.
"B? What's wrong?" 18 asked. Bulma shook her head.
"I don't know. It's just………….. Vegeta. I'm getting a bad feeling." Goku, Krillin, 18 and Chichi exchanged uneasy glances. If there was one thing they had learnt to trust, it was Bulma's instincts. Especially when it came to Vegeta.
"What do you mean bad feeling?" Krillin asked.
"I don't know. Somehow though, I don't think this night will turn out like it is supposed to."
At Bulma's house: getting ready for the party
"Well girls, an hour's hard work has finally paid off," Chichi smiled as the three of them looked in the mirror.
"Mmhmm," 18 agreed. Bulma sighed and walked to the window. She stared absently down into the streets, the pale lights of the street lamps casting orange glows over the ground.
'Why do I get such a bad feeling about this? What could possibly go wrong? The guys will be here in five minutes. I'm probably just being stupid.' Bulma continued her mental debate, while 18 and Chichi looked on in confusion as Bulma's expression changed from annoyance, to worry, to arrogance, to anger and severalvarious emotions.
"Bulma? Are you OK?" Bulma shook her head and awoke from her trance.
"Yeah I'm fine." She looked down into the street. Two cars had just pulled up, Vegeta's Jag and Krillin's Bema. "The guys are here, come on." Chichi raised an eyebrow, but followed Bulma and 18 downstairs, grabbing her bag on the way.
Krillin and Goku met them at the door. After a few kisses between, the boys and Chichi and 18, they headed for the cars.
"I'm really sorry Bulma but," Krillin gulped, "you have to go with Vegeta."
'Well why didn't I see that coming,' she thought sarcastically. "Fine," she snapped, and climbed into Vegeta's car without another word.
Goku frowned.
"What's wrong with her?" he asked.
"I dunno, she's been like that all day," Chichi replied. Goku nodded and slipped into the seat next to Chichi. 18 and Krillin were in the front.
"Maybe a good party's all she needs to loosen up," he replied as he placed his arm around her shoulders. Chichi nodded and did up her belt.
"How the hell did I get stuck with you in my car woman?" Vegeta grumbled. Bulma rolled her eyes and folded her arms.
"You think I want to be here? I'd rather go with them," she indicated to her friends in the car in front of her and Vegeta. Vegeta growled.
"Brake off, ignition on, first gear, drive," he mumbled. The car followed his instructions and a moment later they were driving down the road.
Neither said anything, except for Vegeta who occasionally muttered, 'left indicator, brake, right turn, second gear,' and other various words.
They pulled up outside Marcus's at 8.25.
"Park, windows up, radio off, ignition off," Vegeta mumbled. The windows wound themselves up, the radio stopped and the engine died. Vegeta grabbed his keys and climbed out, followed by Bulma. "Lock," he mumbled to his car. The lights flashed and a little click notified him that it had locked. He followed Bulma into the house.
'Dammit, does she have to show off so much skin?' he asked himself. She was really showing off that much but Vegeta, along with most guys, had a nasty little habit of 'expanding' on the skin that was shown. Bulma was wearing a denim blue mini skirt that came to her mid thigh, and an aqua midriff singlet that glittered in the light. The thin criss-cross straps on the back showed off her flawless back. Vegeta growled slight in appreciation.'Holy shit what am I thinking? Bad thoughts, bad thoughts, bad thoughts!' He shook his head and stepped inside.
The room was alive with brightly coloured neon lights. There was a huge sounds system at the front of the room, and people were all over the place. Vegeta screwed up his nose as he walked past some chick throwing herself at a guy.
'Sick,' he thought. 'I swear I'll never put up with any chick like that.' He made his way to the kitchen, and grabbed an Ice from the fridge. He flicked the top off and took a drink, scanning the room for Marcus. 'There he is,' Vegeta thought. A tall spiky head was just visible over the crowd. He made a beeline for the guy and in a moment, was before him.
"Yo, Vegeta my man! Howzit hangin?" Marcus laughed as he put his arms around two women who were cuddling up to him. Vegeta raised an eyebrow and sat down on the couch opposite Marcus.
"Fine," he mumbled. No sooner had he sat down, he had women crawling all over him. One kept trying to touch him in inappropriate places, but most of them were happy just touching him.
He scared them all away with a very agitated growl. Marcus laughed.
"Vegeta! Loosen up!"
"That's what I came here to do." He looked Marcus in the eye. The other guy's eyes lit up as realisation dawned on him.
"Oooh. Right. Follow me, 'Geta. Sorry ladies, I'll be back later tonight," he added, as he stood, dislodging the clingy women. He and Vegeta headed outside, into Marcus's backyard.
"Did you get it?" Vegeta asked as they made their way to the gazebo at the end of the lawn.
"Sure did," Marcus grinned. He collapsed onto a white bench, and reached his hand underneath the table. There was the sound of cellotape being ripped off a surface, and then Marcus's hand resurfaced. In it, was a clear bag, full of white powder. "Couldn't get speed, but Ice the next best thing." Vegeta nodded.
"Hey guys," Bulma greeted as she located her friends. They nodded in acknowledgement and moved around so she could join them.
"How'd the car ride go with Vegeta?" Krillin asked. Bulma shrugged.
"Nothing said, nothing done." 18 nodded.
"Where did Vegeta go?" she asked.
"Went to find Marcus I think," Bulma replied, waving a dismissive hand. A new song came across the sounds system and Chichi squealed.
"Ooh, Goku! Come on, we have to dance." Goku moaned begrudgingly as Chichi dragged him to the dance floor. Krillin, 18 and Bulma laughed. 18 cast an eye around the room. She couldn't see Marcus or Vegeta anywhere.
"Hey Bulma. Maybe you could find yourself a new boyfriend here," 18 mused. Bulma raised a brow.
"What makes you think I need a boyfriend?" she asked. 18 shrugged and said no more.
"18 d'you wanna dance? This is getting boring," Krillin mumbled. 18 looked at Bulma, who nodded and shoved 18 into Krillin. She smiled back at Bulma and in a moment disappeared into the crowd. Bulma grinned and made her way to the kitchen, grabbing a Heineken from the chilli bin. She turned to head back for the lounge, but stopped suddenly. A flicker of movement in Marcus's backyard. She saw something move through the sliding door.
Bulma shook her head, telling herself it was probably reflections on the glass. She stepped back into the lounge/dance floor and seated herself in a vacant spot on a couch.
Forty minutes later, Bulma had to admit; some of the fun was wearing off. Chichi, Goku, 18 and Krillin still hadn't returned, and Bulma still hadn't seen any sign of Vegeta. She was beginning to get worried, and the uneasy feeling in her stomach was increasing.
"Mind if I sit here?" Bulma looked up. A tall guy was standing above her, Speights (hehe good old Kiwi beer) in hand. He was incredibly handsome, with short black hair and a well defined body.
'Not as nice as Vegeta's though,' thought her mind before she could stop it. 'Hold it, where did that come from?' "Sure." Bulma moved over so the guy could sit down. He nodded and extended his hand.
"I'm Steven. You are?" he asked as she shook his hand politely.
"Bulma. Bulma Briefs."
"Nice to meet you Bulma."
They conversed for a good half an hour, and with each passing minute, Bulma was beginning to dislike Steven more and more. He was a nice enough guy, but too polite and, professional. He just obviously wasn't her type. She was just about to tell him so, when someone tapped her on the shoulder.
"Hold on, I'm kinda bu-" She stopped. It was Vegeta. "Vegeta?" she asked. He nodded.
"C'mere for a bit," he mumbled. Bulma frowned, but wasn't about to pass up the excuse to get away from Steven.
"Excuse me, I'll be back shortly. I just need a word with Vegeta." Bulma excused herself from the conversation. Steven nodded as Vegeta dragged Bulma into the dining room, away from all the noise and people. "Vegeta what do you want?" she asked angrily. He still hadn't let go of her. He whipped around to face her.
There was something strange about him. He looked really happy, and his eyes were half lidded and glazed over. He kept stumbling on flat ground and was sort of slurring his speech. He grinned at her, and she caught a look in his eye she didn't like the look of. "Vegeta, c'mon. What do you want? Let's just get back to the party. Vegeta?" Bulma gasped as he pushed her onto the couch. Something was wrong and she began to panic. "Holy shit Vegeta have you been doing dope?" Bulma felt sick, and she was beginning to get rather scared. Vegeta wasn't himself. He was being extremely physical. "Vegeta, stop it! Let go!" He moved his mouth to her neck. She could feel his hot breath on her skin, but somehow, it wasn't comforting, it was scaring her. Making her feel sick. She could smell the drugs on him.
Bulma took a deep breath.
"OK, Vegeta, I want you to let go of me," she gulped and the uneasy feeling in her stomach disappeared, to be replaced by nausea. "Vegeta, you don't want to do this you know," groaned.
"Bulma," he whispered huskily. He slid his hands down her sides and then back up, under her top.
"Vegeta, please stop it," Bulma whimpered. Tears spilled over her eyelids and she kept choking. Vegeta took no notice of her. Bulma cried out and she struggled to get away from Vegeta's hold. She kicked at him, but she was no match for his strength. "Vegeta," she choked, collapsing to the ground. Her face was now extremely wet, and she was cowering against the couch, shaking.
Vegeta had locked the doors. Bulma only just noticed that now.
"Vegeta, please don't do this," she sobbed. "Vegeta," she whimpered, "please stop this."
"Hey, 18, Krillin. Howzit?" Goku asked. He and Chichi had only just got out of the crowd, and they'd collapsed onto a couch, only to find themselves next to 18 and Krillin.
Neither of the other two said anything.
"Earth to 18!" Chichi waved her hand in front of 18's face. 18 turned to face her.
"Do you know where Bulma is? I haven't seen her, or Vegeta for that matter." Chichi looked sideways at Goku.
"I doubt they're together, Vegeta'll be with Marcus and Bulma will be socialising." Chichi told them. 18 nodded.
"You're right. Do any of you guys want a drink?" she asked. Chichi and Krillin shook their heads, but Goku nodded.
"What do you want?"
"Er, just an Ice if they have any." 18 nodded and headed for the kitchen.
"Oh my goodness!" she yelled as she entered the room.
Marcus and some blonde chick were making out on the bench. 18 screwed up her nose in disgust, grabbed two drinks from the chilli bin, mumbled 'get a room,' and headed back out.
She found Chichi, Goku and Krillin a moment later. She handed Goku her drink and scanned the room for Vegeta. She'd thought he'd be with Marcus, but he wasn't obviously.
" 'Scuse me for a minute guys. I'll be right back." 18 again departed, but this time headed out the front door. Vegeta's car was still there. She frowned and turned back inside. "Guys. I think we need to find Vegeta. And fast." They looked up at her.
"Why?" Chichi asked. "He's with Marcus isn't he?" 18 shook her head.
"Marcus and some chick are making out on a bench in the kitchen." They all screwed up their noses. "Alright, you guys go upstairs and see if he's there, and I'll take a look outside." There were nods all around, and the four stood, exiting the room their separate ways.
Bulma choked and grabbed Vegeta and pushed him away. She ran to the other side of the room, banging on the doors.
"They can' 'ear you," he mumbled, and staggered over. Bulma slid down the door in defeat.
"Vegeta, please don't do this. I know it's not you it-it-it's the drugs. P-please stop," she cried, as he picked her up. She heard Vegeta's cold laugh from the other side of the room and it chilled her to the bone. Bulma ran to the glass window, staring desperately out for any sign of something that could help her.
Before she'd contemplated what she was doing, she had grabbed a candleholder from a nearby table, and she was cowering against the glass. Vegeta approached her, and, not seeing her 'weapon,' leaned in to kiss her neck.
In a split second, she had smashed him across the head and he lay unconscious on the ground. Bulma made a choking noise, and ran for the door. She quickly unlocked it, and stumbled into the party room. She closed the door behind her, shaking violently and looked around the room.
Swiftly, she made her way to Chichi, Goku, Krillin and 18, who were talking at the bottom of the stairs.
"I didn't find either of them anywhere," 18 spoke.
"Neither did we" Chichi replied.
"I don't see where- Oh my gosh! Bulma what happened to you!" 18 had just spotted Bulma, making her way towards them. Her top was ripped and her hair was a mess. Mascara was running down her face, like black tears. 18 and Chichi rushed to her side and she collapsed against them.
"D-d-don't worry. I-I-I just want to go home," she choked.
"Bulma, who did this to you?" Goku asked angrily. Bulma shook her head.
"J-j-just take me home." Realising they weren't going to get any answers with Bulma in this state, they headed for the door and escorted Bulma out.
"Where's Vegeta?" 18 asked suddenly. No one noticed Bulma flinch at the mention of his name.
"H-he went s-s-somewhere with his friends. H-h-he can take his car home, b-but right now I need to get home." They all nodded grimly, and Goku and Krillin climbed into the front seat, and Chichi and 18 helped Bulma into the car, sitting on either side.
'I hate you Vegeta. How could you do this to me?'
Next Chapter: One word: Aftermath
Author's Note: Well what did you think? It took me ages to get the Vegeta/Bulma scene right, and even now I'm not sure it's totally OK. But it's your guys' opinions that really count, so R&R! Also, I think there are a lot of mistakes in this chapter, but don't bother telling me, spellchecker wasn't working and I'm too lazy to do it manually.
Happy Reading
Also, I posted a Harry Potter fic with my friend if anyone wants to read it.
Also again, until I can find a co-writer I have decided to stop writing Us, Murderers and Killers due to lack of inspiration.
Kaibun
And a GIANT thanks to Ciria, my BEST reviewer, you've helped me so much.
And Babie Blue, for her beta-ing. I didn't send this chapter to her though because I've taken so long to update that you guys probably won't mind a few errors will you?