Hey everybody! How's everyone doing? Lol. What's up? Not much here. Sorry about this chapter, it took a little longer than I had expected. I had almost all of it typed out on my computer home, but somehow, my mother managed to erase just about everything on the computer, so I had to start over, but here it is. Hope you enjoy. Read and Review.
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Disclaimer: I don't own ANYTHING…seriously.
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Chapter 14 – Mother vs. Daughter
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"He's too old for you."
Bulma glared at her mother across the kitchen table as she sipped on some orange juice. She was waiting for Vegeta to pick her up for school.
"Whatever," she mumbled.
She glanced out the window; it was raining. Not hard, but enough to make her rise from the table to go find her umbrella.
"Where are you going?"
She cast a glance over her shoulder at her mother, clad only in her white, terrycloth bathrobe, and a pair of expensive house shoes.
"I have to find my umbrella."
"We haven't finished our conversation, though."
Bulma sighed and sat in the chair once again.
"What else is there to say," she questioned. "You don't think I should be with him and…"
"And what?"
"And…I do," she finished quietly. "I—" she paused. "…I don't feel comfortable discussing this with you," she said finally, rising once again.
"Well, eventually you'll have to," Mrs. Briefs replied, taking a sip from her steaming mug of coffee.
Bulma just turned and waltzed out of the room.
She dug around in the front closet until she found her umbrella, then decided she didn't need it, so she placed it back into a corner and closed the closet door.
She heard a horn out front, and seeing it was Vegeta, shouted out a goodbye to her mother and dashed out the front door.
The rain poured all around her as she dashed to the car, her footsteps sending up little splashes of water that soaked the bottom of her jeans.
She pulled the door open and sat down in the comfort and safety of her boyfriend's Cadillac Escalade. (A/N: I don't own that either!)
"Took you long enough," he mumbled, turning the SUV around and driving down the long driveway.
"I was having a conversation with my mother," she replied, pulling down the sun visor to check her make-up in the small mirror.
"Sounds…fun."
"You really should get a bigger mirror," she said to him as she reapplied some mascara.
"I don't need a bigger mirror."
"But I do."
"Well, then, you can get a bigger mirror in your car."
She rolled her eyes and smiled as she flipped the mirror shut and leaned back in the seat.
After a few moments of silence, she spoke up.
"So, are you gonna tell me about, what's his name…?"
"Squid."
"Yeah."
"No."
"Why not?"
He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye and replied, "Because."
Not wanting to pry or make him mad, Bulma left the subject, but couldn't help asking, "Where is he, anyways?"
"With Val."
"Val?"
"My sister."
Bulma was speechless. "You have a sister?"
"Yeah."
"How come you never told me before?"
"You never asked."
They finally pulled into the school parking lot and Bulma took a deep breath before dashing into the school building without looking back. Chichi and 18 were already waiting for her.
She pulled out a brush and ran it quickly through her hair before replacing it in her purse and starting down the hall, her friends close in tow.
"I just realized something," she said quietly.
"What?" They both inquired.
"I don't really know Vegeta."
18 gave her a weird look, "What do you mean you don't know him?"
Bulma sighed, "I mean, I don't really know him. Like, I had no idea he had any siblings, and here I find out he has a little brother and a sister, and maybe some other siblings."
Chichi stopped walking to look at her, "Wait…Vegeta has a sister?"
"And a brother?" 18 added.
"Yeah, that's exactly what I'm talking about. I mean, how much do I really know him? I don't know his favorite color, or when his birthday is, or anything about his family. I don't know hardly anything about him and we've been going out almost a month, now."
It was Chichi's turn to give her a weird look, "C'mon, B, how much does anybody know about him? You're the first person to find out that he has any siblings."
"Ya," 18 agreed, "Bulma, nobody knows his favorite color, or when his birthday is, or about his family. He's just not the kind of guy that tells people stuff like that. It takes a while, ya know?"
Bulma sighed, "Yeah, I get it."
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Bulma lay on her bed, her head resting on Vegeta's bare chest, listening to his heartbeat. There was so much she wanted to know about him, so much she wanted to ask."Your parents aren't home?" he inquired.
"They went out to eat," she replied.
There was a long pause as the two lay in silence.
"Vegeta," she finally whispered as he ran his fingers through her silky, sapphire locks.
"Hmm," he grunted.
"What's your favorite color?"
He glanced down at her, a smirk playing at his lips. "Why?"
"Because you've never told me," she replied, "and I want to know."
It was quiet a moment before he said, "Black."
She lifted her head, "Really?"
He nodded. "What's yours?"
She lay her head back down and sighed, "I don't know…pink, I guess."
He gave her a weird look, "Pink?"
"Ya! Pink is in," she replied. "Oh, but you wouldn't know about that, now would you?" she added.
"Of course I know, woman," he said, "Are you saying I'm not fashionably correct?"
She giggled, "Fashionably correct? Did you just make that up?"
"No, I saw it in a magazine," he admitted lowly.
She sat up, "You were looking in a magazine," she asked, eyes wide.
"It was yours, actually."
She laughed. She never would've thought that he would even glance at her magazines, much less actually read one.
"Wow," she said quietly.
He got up slowly and opened the doors to her balcony, stepping outside. He placed his hands on the railing and closed his eyes, feeling the wind caress his face.
Bulma rose and stepped out. She stood beside him and grasped his hand. He didn't move. Suddenly, she got an idea.
She ran inside and found a CD and put it into her CD player, then ran back outside, grasping both of his hands. His eyes snapped open and he looked at her.
"Dance with me," she whispered.
"But, I—"
She grasped one of his hands and placed it on her waist, and put her hand on his shoulder. She then held his other hand and began moving in slow circles in time with the music.
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It must be love I'm feeling
This must be love
Oh this must be love I'm feeling
This must be love
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"See, it's not that hard, is it," she asked in a whisper. He was beginning to get the hang of it. It actually looked like he knew what he was doing.
"I've taken a few lessons," he replied.
"Really?"
He nodded, "My parents made me."
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Well I wait every day
Just in case you decide to call
And I can hardly wait
I never thought time could pass so slowly
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She began to sing the words to the familiar song quietly as they moved around and around in the warm, night air.
She glanced up at the clear, cloudless, night sky. She whispered a "wow" at all the beautiful stars dotting the night sky.
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It must be love I'm feeling
This must be love
Oh this must be love I'm feeling
This must be love
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He looked up, as well, seeing all the small, glowing objects seemingly floating in an endless, black void.
"You've never seen stars before, woman?" He asked.
"Not like this. It's usually too dark."
"Or maybe you just don't look up," he said in a whisper.
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Happiness is something
I never thought I'd feel again
But now I know
It's you I've been looking for
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She looked into his ebony eyes, her own blue ones searching for something, anything.
"It's beautiful," she breathed finally, turning away.
He mumbled an agreement as he looked down the long driveway at the car making it's way toward the house.
"They're back," he whispered.
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It must be love I'm feeling
This must be love
Oh this must be love I'm feeling
This must be love
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"I don't care," she mumbled, "let them come."
She placed her head on his shoulder as he pulled her close. He rested his chin on the top of her head. She was so beautiful, even though she wasn't dressed up.
He could see the car sitting in the driveway, now. He watched Mr. and Mrs. Briefs stepping out of the car.
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Words can only say so much
It's hard to express
The things you do to me
You're everything I could ever dream you'd be
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She glanced up as she heard the front door open and close as her parents entered the house. She could hear their muffled voices talking downstairs.
Her mother called her name, she was looking for her, but she didn't reply. She would find them eventually.
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It must be love I'm feeling
This must be love
Oh this must be love I'm feeling
This must be love
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They both heard Mrs. Briefs footsteps ascending the stairs as the song came to a close. Vegeta looked at Bulma, but she didn't move.
She reached the door to Bulma's room and she knocked.
"Bulma?" she called.
Bulma didn't reply.
Her mother pushed the door open slowly, calling her name. She gasped when she saw her daughter embracing the man she despised.
"Bulma," she called sharply.
She finally looked up, "What do you want, mother," she snapped.
"I—well," she huffed, "Mr. Ouji, if you would please leave."
"He doesn't have to leave, mother," Bulma replied.
"I think I'll go," Vegeta finally spoke up, sensing the tension between mother and daughter.
Bulma whispered a goodbye and kissed him before he departed. She stood out on her balcony and watched him drive away.
She turned around, "Mom, what was that about," she questioned, glaring at the woman standing in the doorway, noticeably uncomfortable.
"I was protecting your future, darling," she said with a forced smile.
"What? Mom, I lov—"
Her mother cut her off, "You don't know the meaning of the word."
Mr. Briefs waltzed into the room, unbeknownst to the tension swirling about in the room.
"Ah, dear, there you are! I found some chocolate cake downstairs that you might want to—"
He glanced at his wife and daughter, each glaring at the other, not saying a word.
"Please tell me that you are not arguing over that boy again," he moaned.
"Actually, daddy, we are. Mom made him leave, and I don't think—"
"You don't think that was fair," he finished for her. Bulma nodded and crossed her arms, mimicking her boyfriend's favorite stance.
He turned to Mrs. Briefs, she hadn't moved.
"Dear, why don't I meet you in the living room and we'll have some chocolate cake and discuss this matter," he suggested with a smile.
She turned with a huff and stormed down the stairs.
"Daddy, would you please tell her that there is nothing wrong with—"
He put his hand up, signaling for her to be quiet. "We'll talk later, honey, but for now you need to get some sleep."
He hugged her, and kissed her cheek before exiting the room.
Bulma flopped on her bed with a frustrated sigh. Her mother never listened to her, but her father would.
She climbed into bed, the words to the song still swirling around in her head.
Words can only say so much
It's hard to express
The things you do to me
You're everything I could ever dream you'd be.
This must be love I'm feeling
This must be love
Oh this must be love I'm feeling
This must be love
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Wasn't that great? Didja like it? I must say that it was probably one of my better chapters. I haven't had much Krillin/18, or Chichi/Goku action, but I'll make sure to get some more of that in the next couple chapters.
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