Football Chapter 15: Family Time, a dragon ball z fanfic

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Chapter 15 – Family Time

"Hi, I'm Val."

Bulma reached out to shake the girl's hand. She didn't look to be more than 13 years old. She had long, flowing, ebony hair fell to about the small of her back. She had a kind face, and a beautiful smile. Her facial features were very, very similar to those of her brother.

On Thursday, on the way to school, Bulma had suggested that Vegeta bring Val to her house after school the next day and they would go shopping, and he could spend some 'quality time' with his little brother. After arguing furiously, he finally agreed.

Bulma smiled and stepped out of the way so the girl could enter the gigantic house. She gazed about, completely in awe.

"Wow, it's so big," she whispered.

Bulma shrugged, "It's okay, I guess."

"Bulma, dear, I need you to—" her mother babbled on and on, but stopped when she saw the visitor. "Oh, Bulma, why don't you introduce us."

"Uhh…mom, this is Val, Vegeta's sister."

Val smiled and extended her hand once again, but Mrs. Briefs just pointed her nose in the air and sniffed.

"Oh…hello," she said snobbishly. She then turned to her daughter, "I expect that you'll be back in—"

"Yeah, whatever," Bulma replied, opening the door and stepping out after Val.

She closed the door and walked to the garage. "We'll probably have a lot of bags when we get back, so we'd better take the truck," she murmured to herself, raising the door and climbing into her Escalade.

Val got in on the other side and they started off toward the mall.

Vegeta glanced at the child looking up at him with gleaming eyes.

"Where are we gonna go, Vegeta?" He inquired.

"Where do you want to go?" he countered.

The boy thought for a minute before answering, "To the park."

Vegeta raised an eyebrow, "…the park?"

He nodded, "Yup."

Vegeta shrugged, "Alright, kid, let's go."

Squid jumped up and down, "Yay, we're going to the park!" He shouted. He threw open the door and ran out to the car.

Vegeta moaned, this was going to be a long day, and it was entirely the woman's fault.

"Why did I listen to her? When do I ever listen to her?" He mumbled.

He heard the horn and turned to see Squid leaning out the driver's side window, waving at him.

"C'mon, Vegeta, let's go!" He shouted.

Vegeta shook his head. His head snapped up as he heard the engine roar to life.

"I'm leaving without you if you don't hurry up. I do know how to drive, ya know," he heard Squid yell.

"I'm coming," he shouted back, jogging up to the car.

"Other side, I'm driving," Squid said, jabbing his stubby thumb toward the passenger's side.

"Real funny, kid, now move it."

"So…" Bulma said as she drove along the road, "…do you live here?"

"Yeah, I live with my dad," Val replied, trying to sound nonchalant. She subconsciously ran her hand up and down her arm.

Bulma glanced over at her and noticed she was wearing a long sleeved shirt, though it was very hot outside.

"Aren't you hot?" Bulma questioned, turning back to the road, but glancing at the girl every few minutes.

She mumbled a reply and glanced out the window.

They came to a stop sign, and Bulma looked straight into the girl's soft, brown eyes.

"Val, is something is wrong? You can tell me. I promise I won't tell anyone."

She was quiet for a moment, contemplating whether or not to tell Bulma. She seemed a little bit too interested, but then again, she was probably just concerned for her. Val looked away, trying to determine how trustworthy Bulma really was.

She continued to look out the window, but she started to speak, as the car started moving again.

"M—my dad, he…" she paused a moment, "He drinks sometimes, and… he hits me and my brother."

She rolled up her sleeves to reveal about four dark, bruises on each arm. "I—I don't want anyone to know, especially Vegeta. I don't know what he would do if he found out."

Bulma grasped the girls' hand, "I promise he won't find out."

Val smiled, a big, beautiful smile that lit up her whole face, despite her dark mood.

They pulled into the parking lot of the mall shortly after, and Bulma shut off the engine.

She turned to the girl, "Val, if you ever need anything, you can always call me." She wrote down her phone number on a piece of paper and gave it to the girl who shoved it into her pocket.

"Thank you," she whispered.

Bulma smiled, "Now, let's do some shopping!"

Vegeta groaned as Squid raced down the slide and across the monkey bars with ease.

"C'mon, Vegeta, you gotta follow the leader," he cheered with a smile as he watched his brother stand on the platform.

"You have got to be kidding! There is no way I'm going down the slide, kid. Sorry." He crossed his arms and stared at his brother.

"Aww, c'mon Vegeta, pleeeeease," he begged.

Vegeta finally caved, "Fine." He sat down at the top of the slide and pushed off, sliding down slowly. (A/N: Couldn't you guys just picture Vegeta going down a slide? Lol. )

"Aww, c'mon, Vegeta, where's your sense of fun?" A feminine voice asked behind him.

He spun around.

"Brooke, what do you want," he growled.

"Yeah, what do you want," Squid mimicked him.

"Shut up, kid," Vegeta glared.

"Now, Vegeta, that's no way to talk to a sibling," Brooke scolded, a smirk plastered on her face.

"Shut up, lady, he doesn't care," Squid replied, crossing his arms as his brother had only a few minutes earlier.

Brooke looked at the child, surprised, for a moment, before she looked back at Vegeta. "He's got your dirty mouth," she said matter-of-factly.

"I do not!" Squid screamed before giving Brooke a firm kick in the leg.

She leg out a cry of pain before glaring at Vegeta. "Look what the little brat did! Now I'm going to have a bruise!"

"That little brat is my brother," he said in a deadly whisper. He turned to Squid who was smirking almost identical to that of his brother, with a very accomplished look on his face.

"C'mon, kid, let's go," he said, walking toward the car.

Squid stuck his tongue out at Brooke before following him.

"Vegeta, you'd better watch out for that little brat, before he gets seriously hurt," she called, still rubbing her slightly swollen leg. "That goes for both of them!"

"That's not going to happen," he replied, not turning around. "…ever."

"Hey Val, look at this," Bulma said, looking at an outfit in a store window.

She took one glance at it and turned, "It's not long sleeved," she said softly.

Bulma looked at her, "Well, you know, Val, there's nothing a little make-up won't fix."

"I don't have any," came Val's nonchalant reply.

"Well then, we'll get you some…right after we buy you this outfit!" Bulma exclaimed, dragging the girl into the store.

Bulma picked out the right size for the girl and led her to the dressing room. "Try it on," she urged, "I want to know how it looks on you."

Val agreed, taking the garments into the small booth.

While Bulma was waiting, her cell phone rang. She rummaged around in her purse for it until she found it buried under some stuff.

She flipped it open and answered, "Hello?"

"Woman, where's my sister?"

She knew immediately who it was, "Umm, she's in the dressing room trying some stuff on, why?"

"Stay with her, don't let her go anywhere by herself, not even the bathroom. Got it?"

"Uhh, yeah, sure, but…why?"

She heard a click, then the dial tone. "Thanks a lot, Vegeta," she mumbled before dropping her phone back in her purse.

"Val, how does it look?"

"Umm, it's fine." Val opened the door and came out, holding the garment in her hand.

"Didn't you try it on?"

Val nodded, "Yeah."

Bulma looked at her, "Well, I wanted to see it on you."

Val looked down, "I'm a little embarrassed…you know…"

Bulma nodded, "Yeah. Let's buy these first, then we'll go get something for that, okay?"

Val smiled shyly, "Okay, but I can't pay for these, I don't—"

"It's fine," Bulma replied, "I'll get it."

They waltzed out of the store with another bag.

"Who was that, Vegeta?" Squid questioned, once they were both safely in the car, going towards Vegeta's apartment.

"Some whore from school."

"How did she know me?"

"I don't know."

They were silent for a moment before Squid said, "When will I meet Bulma?"

"The woman? You might meet her when I go get Val from her house."

"Oh, okay. Hey, let's get some ice cream!" Squid suggested.

Vegeta sighed and pulled the car into the drive-thru. He was never a real ice cream lover, but his brother seemed to crave it. He knew exactly what he wanted.

"Vanilla with sprinkles and M&Ms (A/N: I don't own M&Ms either! Don't sue!) and chocolate syrup, and chocolate chips, and whip cream, and a cherry on top."

"Gosh, kid, think you've got enough stuff?" Vegeta mumbled.

"Nope. I usually get lots more stuff, but not today."

Vegeta rolled his eyes. This kid was crazy.

"I can't carry any more bags!" Val laughed.

"Okay, we can be done for today. I think we got just about everything."

The two girls made their way back to the car, unaware of the numerous people watching them as they drove out of the parking lot.

A/N: Uh oh. Who's watching them?? Should I stop here? …I guess I'll keep going since you ppl are so nice!

Brooke sat in her room, thinking silently. Obviously, Vegeta and Bulma weren't planning on breaking up any time soon.

"Well, if I can't have him, then she can't have him either," she mumbled, a devilish smirk crossing her face.

She had a plan to ruin Vegeta that was so bad nobody would want him; not even his own parents.

"I'll make him look so bad that everyone will think he's a fake, and a liar. They won't believe anything he says. They'll be so disgusted, they won't know what to think!"

She snickered, evilly. She had a plan, but she was going to need some help, since Yamcha bailed on her.

She thought a moment before picking up the phone and dialing a number.

"Hello? Hey, it's me. I need you to do something for me."

"Vegeta, I'm sleepy," Squid yawned, stretching his arms out.

"Then go to sleep."

"Okay. Goodnight." He put the seat back and was asleep in record time.

Vegeta glanced at him, he had to admit, even though the kid was annoying sometimes…okay most of the time, and he had way too much energy, and he was always…well, he was family. He was Vegeta's little brother and he loved him.

He loved Val, too. He was very protective of her…bordering on overprotective, but he couldn't help it, she was his sister; his only sister. He had to look out for her. He…he loved her.

He loved the woman, too. She was beautiful and smart, and…wait, did he just say he loved her?

He slapped himself mentally, what was he talking about? He was getting all mushy, and soft. Talking about he loved people. What was wrong with him? He knew he felt strongly for her…very strongly for her, but he always just dismissed it as lust.

But…maybe it wasn't just lust, maybe it was something more. Something deep, something more serious than just lust. Maybe it was love.

Did he really love this woman? He couldn't. Yes, maybe he loved his little brother, and…yeah, of course he loved his sister, but…Bulma? She was nothing to him, just a nice piece of ass…right?

In the beginning she was, maybe, but not anymore. He was sure he felt something deeper and more essential for her now.

He didn't want to admit it, but…she had changed him. In the short time the two of them had been together, he had changed. Maybe not significantly, but…he noticed. He did things now that he would never dream he would do before, like…he glanced at his brother, drooling on his leather seats…taking him to the park.

He decided to go by Bulma's house and pick up Val, since he was pretty close. They would probably be back by now, anyways.

He glanced at his watch, he had spent more time at the park than he had anticipated.

Bulma and Val brought all of the bags into the house and separated it by whose stuff was whose and set Val's stuff by the door; Vegeta would be coming by to pick her up pretty soon.

Mrs. Briefs appeared again, wondering what Bulma had bought, but paying hardly any attention to the other girl.

The heard someone pull up and all three women turned to glance out the window.

"It's Vegeta. I guess I'll be going now," Val said, picking up her bags.

"Well, it was fun. Come again any time," Bulma smiled as Val disappeared out the door.

Bulma turned to her mother, "Mom! What the hell was that about?"

Her mother was completely calm, "Don't use language like that, dear, it's not—"

"I don't care! Val didn't do anything to you! Just because she's Vegeta's sister doesn't mean—"

"I never said that being Vegeta's sister made her—"

"You didn't say anything to her but hello, and that was hardly friendly! You wouldn't even look at her!"

"Bulma, I really don't want to discuss this with you right now—" Her mother said, massaging her temples with her fingertips.

"Good, because I really don't want you to discuss it with me, you'll just make excuses…like you always do," she added with a glare.

Val climbed into the car quietly. Vegeta glanced at her before pulling down Bulma's long driveway.

"Aren't you going to ask me how it was?" Val questioned.

"No."

"Fine. I'll tell you anyways. It was fun."

"I kind of figured that," he replied, sarcastically.

"Nobody asked for sarcasm," she said, leaning back in the seat.

They drove the rest of the way to Vegeta's apartment in silence. He pulled into the parking lot and saw an unfamiliar car parked there. There was a man sitting in the car.

Vegeta recognized the man immediately. He walked over to the window as the man rolled it down.

"What the hell do you want," he spat.

"I'm taking the brat with me…both of them."

"I thought he was staying for two weeks."

"He was, but I changed my mind."

"Whatever," Vegeta said, opening the passenger's side door of his own car and lifting the small boy out.

He placed him in the other man's car and went to get his things. Val followed him.

"Why is dad here?" She questioned.

"He's taking you and the kid with him," Vegeta mumbled, pushing the door open.

"But…why?"

"Because he's an asshole," came Vegeta's reply from somewhere in the house.

Val sighed and walked out to her father's car.

He eyed her bags suspiciously, "Where did you get those? You're not stealing, are you?"

"No, I went shopping with a friend," she said, climbing in the back seat.

"Why don't you sit up front?" Mr. Ouji suggested.

"I'd rather sit back here."

"Well, I want you to sit up here."

"No thank you."

Before he could say anything more, Vegeta appeared once again with Squid's things.

"Here's the kid's stuff, now get out of here," Vegeta growled.

Val waved to him as the car slowly pulled out of the parking lot. She wished she could say something to him, but…she couldn't, she just couldn't.

She wanted to scream for someone to help her, but…she couldn't. She glanced at her brother, sleeping on the seat beside her. She wanted to cry; he'd been through so much, but now was not the time. She had to be strong, for him and for herself; it was the only way to survive.

Bulma sat on her bed, just thinking. She couldn't help but feel sorry for Val, the poor girl.

She enjoyed the little bit of time she spent with the girl, though. She smiled, thinking of the 'fun' Vegeta must've had with Squid.

The phone rang, interrupting her train of thought. It was Chichi.

"Hey, Chi, what's up?"

"Nothing much. Hey, what are we going to do tomorrow, since it is Friday."

"Umm…how about we all meet at that new pizza place that just opened?"

"Sure, I'll call 18 and tell her," Chichi said.

"Alright, see ya tomorrow."

Bulma dialed Vegeta's number, but was surprised to find he didn't answer. She left a message on his machine telling him about their plans for the following day and promising that she'd call him later.

"Where could she be," she wondered aloud.

Vegeta clutched the steering wheel of his Corvette, his knuckles turning a deathly pale. He was angry. He had only a slight idea why, though.

Maybe it was because his 'father' had just shown up and demanded that Squid and Val go with him. That was definitely part of it.

He watched the light turn green and he started down the road, not exactly sure of where his final destination would place him.

He took a left at the next stop sign and drove for a couple blocks before turning right. Somehow, he found himself back at his own apartment.

He shook his head; he needed to think.

What is Brooke planning to do that's so horrible? Who did she call? Why is Vegeta so…Vegeta like? Why is Bulma's mother so disapproving of Vegeta and his family? What about Bulma's dad, where has he been? Will Elmer Fudd ever catch Bugs Bunny? You'll have to wait for the next chapter to find out, lol. Until next time, Tootles! Oh and don't forget to REVIEW!!!

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