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Chap. 2: Silent Forgiveness
Bulma danced away with Chi-chi right by her side. Chi-chi's black dress clung to her every curve while Bulma's mini rode up her thighs as they both danced to the bass heavy club mixes. The song changed to Pink's 'There You Go'. Chi-chi stopped dancing in the middle of one of the second verse, "Whew! B-chan, I need a drink."
Bulma laughed, "Liar, you want to find Goku."
Chi-chi attempted to look innocent, it didn't work, "I'm thirsty. Will you be okay by yourself?"
"Chi, I'm a big girl, trained by the best hit men in the U.S. of A., I think I can protect myself."
"I still worry about you sometimes."
"You have nothing to worry about. Go find your boy-toy, we leave in about half an hour."
"Yes, your highness." Chi-chi laughed.
She disappeared in the crowd and Bulma went back to dancing. She didn't jump when she felt a pair of hands snake their way around her hips. It was only a matter of time before someone chose her as a dance partner. She did a few enticing moves and spun around to face her partner. Vegeta smirked back at her, "Didn't know you could dance like that."
"There's a lot of things about me you don't know."
The song switched again, Toni Braxton's 'Unbreak My Heart' Remix.
"I intend to find them out before the night is through, onna."
"The chances of that are slim to none. I'm not talking to you."
"Then shut up and dance." The beat started to get going and the singer's deep alto voice flooded the speakers:
Take back that sad word goodbye,
Bring back the joy to my life,
Don't leave me here with this pain,
Come and kiss these tears away,
Flash
The rain came down as she stood in the parking lot of the 7-11. She had attempted robbery; she wanted to see what she was capable of with out her friends or the mob backing her. It wasn't much. She almost got herself shot and the only reason she was still alive was thanks to Vegeta. He happened to be stopping at the exact same store she was robbing. He took the bullet from the old cashier's gun that was meant for her; she knocked out the cashier for that, but not before the cashier had pushed the silent alarm. He had sent her out of the store and a few minutes later came walking out of the store holding his bloody arm, "Go home."
"What about you?"
"I'll take care of it. Go home."
"Why should you take the rap for this? It's my fault!"
"I promised your brother you wouldn't go to jail or get hurt! Go home, Bulma!"
He only used her name when he was especially pissed at her. But just because he was royally pissed didn't mean she was going home. "I'm not going anywhere."
He grabbed her arm, leaving a bloody handprint on her shirt, "Your leaving." He reached in his pockets and grabbed the keys to his Ferrari he earned from a job well done, "Get in the car and drive as far away, as fast as you can."
He practically pushed her into the driver's seat.
She got in, not bothering with the seat belt, "Vegeta, please, let me take the rap for this."
He leaned in the window and started the car for her, "Goodbye, Bulma."
He shut the door. She hit the gas pedal.
End flash
I can't forget the day you left,
Time was so unkind,
And life was so cruel without you
Here beside me...
Unbreak my heart,
Say you love me again,
Undo this hurt you caused
When you walked out that door and walked
Out of my life, uncry these tears
Flash
She heard on the news the cops found him. The trial was set a week later, and the whole gang showed up. Their boss paid for the best lawyer, he wouldn't let his favorite thief go without a fight. The prosecutor was ruthless in his examination, but Vegeta did not mention any of their names when asked. If he broke the rule of absolute silence he would be a dead man walking, even if he was in boot camp, or worse prison. He was seventeen and, thankfully, tried as a minor. The lawyer hired to represent him painted a picture of him as misguided youth and jury bought it sentencing him to a year in juvenile detention. When the bailiffs escorted him out the tears of guilt Bulma was holding back spilled forth and she sobbed for the first time in her hard knock life, something she hadn't even done when she learned of her brother's brutal death.
End Flash
I've cried so many nights,
Unbreak my heart
Don't leave me in all this pain,
Don't leave me out in the rain,
Bring back those nights when I
Held you beside me
Bulma realized she and Vegeta weren't even dancing anymore, he was just holding her hips and she had her arms rested on his. She looked up into his coal black eyes for some trace of emotion, he looked right back and raised an eyebrow. He leaned down to her ear level and whispered, "You could leave and no one would notice."
"You could leave with me and no one would care."
"I think Yamcha would."
Snap. There went the moment. "What's that supposed to mean?", she frowned. What would he know about Yamcha?
"Rumor has it you're the Bastard's new plaything."
"That's a bunch of bull shit and you know it."
"Then why did you leave that one week? To Capri."
"It wasn't with him."
"Then who?"
"What is this the Inqusition?"
"It might be if you don't answer."
"I was with my mom."
Vegeta was shocked. Bulma's mother was a multi-million zenni fashion designer, who left her son and daughter for dead with her hit man father ten years ago, "Your mother?"
"Yes, the bitch wanted to see me. She's invovled with one of the boss's brother's in Italy. Very serious. So serious, in fact, that in a matter of weeks I might be the boss's niece."
"I guess I better watch what I say," He said sarcastically.
"Yeah right, the boss let's you say or do anything you want."
Goku came up behind Vegeta, "Hey, uh,-" He realized he interrupted something, "we got to go. Deadline to keep."
