"Bad, Bad Woman What have you done to me?"
Chapter 2: Lucky me…
Recap of last chapter:
Damn, I only just met her…and what is she already doing to me? This isn't good… He thought before speeding off…
Bulma lazily walked back into the all too familiar school building, Chichi like always would be waiting for her at their lockers. The day had finally ended like always. To Bulma it was like reruns of the worst TV show, when you wanted a special movie to come on that was only 30 minutes away from being played. She watched the other students busily shove their homework into their bags. But that's when it happened…as she continued to walk time seemed to stop as everyone paused and stared. The usual deafening hallways, silent...by now a confused expression graced Bulma's pale face. It wasn't till she noticed the mob of students part like the red sea to see 5 figures make their way towards her…The Plastics. Each of their pretty model like faces held a sneering glare which Bulma just smirked and returned full force.
Once face to face Bulma recognized the girl to be none other than Aiko, the cheerleading drama queen herself or Vegeta's so called 'Arm Candy'. Her four wanna be friends were standing behind her trying their best to look intimidating. Aiko was the first to speak…
"So…Bloomers…"
"Bulma"
"Whatever. Anyways, what's this I hear about you trying to get my man?" Aiko continued with the roll of her eyes.
"Where'd you hear that?" Bulma asked in confusion. It was amazing how they just jump to conclusions…
"Does it matter? NO. Just answer the question, are you?"
"Hell no, why would I want to get with such a jackass? I have better things to do…I'm not that low." She answered with a dark smirk.
"You better watch your words" One of Aiko's 'friends' whispered in a low tone.
"Shut up, Jade!" Aiko barked with the slight turn of her head then stared back into Bulma's clear, icy eyes. "Then the rumor that he took you home isn't true?"
"I never said it wasn't"
"So which is it...yes or no?"
"He just gave me a lift…is that against the law?" Bulma questioned her temper rising along with her clenching fist.
"It is when he's my property! I don't need no trash littering!" Aiko screeched out as she boldly stepped forward. Bulma followed her lead as the two were now nose to nose.
"Don't even start with me. I don't have the time to be wasting it on a little miss drama bitch." Bulma spoke in a calm tone much to the surprise of Aiko who was beginning to turn red.
"Now Jade…" Aiko snapped her fingers and the petite girl stepped in front of her.
"You best watch your words!" Jade repeated in the same high pitched squeal.
Bulma couldn't help but laugh out loud at this one. That was just wrong…;
"Oh PUH-LEASE!" Bulma replied with a dramatic roll of the eyes. "Aiko, I never thought you were that needy. HAHA! To think you need some girl to speak for you is just plain…STUPID! Guess I was right about you after all!"
"Don't ACT like you KNOW me!" She barked back
"Okay…I've grown bored fast with this little 'tantrum' of yours. So EXCUSE me." With that said Bulma walked around the group and continued on her way towards Chichi's locker.
"UH!(frustrated scream)" Aiko stomped as she turned around to face Bulma's retreating back. That's when she ran after her full speed ahead; grabbing a fistful of Bulma's hair and yanking it downward bring her down with it.
"Why you BITCH!" Bulma yelled grasping Aiko's arm and pulling her down with her. Not long after…a few punches flew along with a couple of locks of black hair.
"WHAT IS GOING ON HERE!"
At the sound of that voice the girls immediately stopped and Bulma shivered with a sudden dirtiness. Turning around both came face to face with Principal Takashima. He just smiled coldly at the two then widening his amethyst eyes as he spoke cheerfully yet firmly:
"BOTH OF YOU IN MY OFFICE…NOW!"
The two girls followed behind dreading the speech that was about to be preached to them…
ONCE IN THE OFFICE:
"Please ladies…sit down" He began with the slight wave of his hand.
"Thank you…" Bulma speaking alone with her head buried in her chest, eyes staring sharply towards the ground.
"Now, why don't you two tell me how this scene went down?" Mr. Takashima said breaking the silence as he moved to sit comfortably on the edge of his desk.
"SHE STARTED IT!" Aiko screamed pointing accusingly at Bulma. Bulma's jaw dropped as she stared wide eyed at the girl who was smirking.
"Is that true Miss Briefs?"
"No sir, in truth she confronted me in the hallway with some accusing gossip." Bulma began, of course Aiko was shaking her head in a hurriedly manner.
"What is this gossip you speak of?"
"She said that her boyfriend gave me a lift…yesterday…" She gulped the last part out then proceeded. "And apparently she thinks something is going on in between us…"
"Is there!" Principal Takashima yelled quite hotly much to Bulma's surprise. Jealous are we?
"Yeah is there?" Aiko screeched out just as soon as those words left Takashima's mouth.
"NO! My Gosh…all he did was just give me a lift…nothing happened. And you know what Aiko, if you are so insecure about your relationship with him then why don't you talk to HIM about this. It's between you two anyways!" As soon as that left her mouth she stood and exited the room with Aiko and Takashima screaming after her. All she heard was:
"I'm NOT INSECURE!"
As she closed the door with a smirk thinking how she was going to have detention the next day but after dismissing the thought she caught a glance at her watch.
"Holy shit, I'm late!"
PARKING LOT-
Bulma ran over to her remodeled Mustang which was parked close to the door, that's when realization hit her.
"AH! Can my life get anymore disastrous? My keys…" She spoke frustrated while banging her head on the closed, tinted window of the locked car. That's when she spotted the sparkly, keychain of keys lying on the leather seat. "My cell phone!"
Feeling around in the back pocket of her leather pants she found it hooked onto it, loosely.
"Yes!" Pulling it out she flipped it open and speed dialed a number. "Hello, Operator…I need a number…"
"The name please" A polite voice asked
"Vegeta Ouji…" Bulma couldn't help but smirk. "His name is spelled V-E-G-E-T-A…O-U-J-I"
"Hold please…I'm connecting now…"
Ringing
"What?" A gruff, breathless voice asked roughly.
"Hiya, Veggie Head!" Bulma answered cheerfully causing Vegeta to flinch at the nickname.
"Who the hell is this…"
"Bulma Briefs! Yeah, shocked huh? Your favorite person!" She squeaked out. Vegeta just groaned and grew even more breathless. That's when Bulma got a sick expression… "What the hell are you doing?"
"I'm working out at the gym…and you are ruining my running session right now."
"Oh…phew…I thought you were doing something else…" Bulma replied quite embarrassedly.
"Woman, get your mind out of the gutter. Now why did you call me?"
"I need a favor from you…"
"NO" He spoke quickly and lowly…deeply…scarily!
"Please Vegeta! I promise I won't bother or call you ever again..." Bulma tried to reason as she crossed her fingers behind her back as she leaned on her car.
"Tell me what you want first…"
"Well…I need someone to come and pick me up at school…right now. I'm about to be late to work and my keys are locked in my car. So will you…"
"Are you telling me your car was at school the whole time?" He asked growing more agitated at the second.
"Yeah, but I locked my keys in my car this morning…PLEASE!" Bulma screamed into the phone causing Vegeta to pull his cell away from his ear.
SIGH
"I'll by right there. Don't MOVE" With that he hung up. Then Bulma snapped hers shut as she shifted from one foot to the other she couldn't believe she was actually getting excited…but she didn't know why?
It wasn't long after their conversation did she see Vegeta's Ferrari pull into the parking lot. Grabbing her bag she waited till he was right in front of her. Opening up the door she was about to get in when he spoke.
"Wait..." After that one word he stepped out of the car, grabbed something in the passenger's seat and then made his way over to her Mustang.
That's when she saw what he had in his hand; it was some sort of pack. Once he unzipped it Bulma was able to see all the tools the hand held had in it. Pulling one out Vegeta unlocked the car like a pro…it was amazing in just seconds he had her keys in hand. It wasn't till he'd turned around and threw them at her that she was able to get that look off her face.
"There. You can drive. And next time you call could you call after 7 o' clock?"
"Remember Veggie, there won't be a next time." Bulma replied with a wink as she opened her door and slipped in. "Oh, and thanks for coming…" She added while sticking her head out the window and placed a sly smile on her radiant face.
"Woman, don't call me…Veggie…actually don't call me anything except Vegeta." He rolled his eyes then got into his car with a slight wave and drove off.
He is such an ass… She thought one last time before pulling out of the parking lot herself and drove off as well.
She was going to be in so much trouble once she got to the club. It was already 6:40 and it took about an hour to get there. She had left the parking lot around 5:15 and was suppose to be at the club at 7 o' clock…on the dot. Bulma still had 30 minutes of driving left to do…so she did something that could at least turn the heat down a little bit…
"Chichi?" Bulma spoke into her cell.
"Bulma? Where are you? Mari is about to blow a screw trying to figure out where the hell you are?" Chichi said in hysteria.
"Did you tell him about how Mr. Takashima 'needed' to talk to me?"
"Yeah, I tried but he went into a fury about how if you aren't down here in like 5 minutes, he's gonna fire your ass." She explained as she hurried Bulma's low whine.
"Give the phone to him…" Bulma whispered with hesitance.
"Are you sure that is wise?"
"Chi, just give the phone to him…okay?" Bulma scolded in a low voice.
"K? Here his is…"
Bulma could hear Mari yelling in the background and it caused her to sigh loudly.
"BULMA! Why IN THE HELL are you late! On a Friday night, you KNOW that's OUR BUSIEST NIGHT!" Mari screamed in the phone. Bulma would be lucky if she wasn't deaf after this.
"Mari, I'm so sorry…but I got into some trouble at school…and the Principal wanted to talk to me. His little speech went on for about an hour." Bulma tried to reason as she continued to increase her speed. She knew Mari wouldn't fire her cause she knew of his secret crush he had on her. But still she didn't want to risk one of his moods.
"Alright…but you better be on time next time…or you gonna regret it…" He replied with a heavy sigh.
She giggled and said cheerfully: "Great! Okay! Never again...at least I'll try! I'm 15 minutes away…be there soon!"
"See you in a little bit…" Mari answered he couldn't help but smile at her laughter. It was like music to his ears… "Bye"
"Bye-bye!" With that she hung up, a huge smile on her face. "Oh yeah! I'm off the hook!"
Before long she could see the club's bright, neon sign that highlighted the moonless night's sky.
She pulled into the all too familiar alleyway which was located just beside the club; it was the parking for all the employees only. Bulma couldn't help but be surprised when she saw Chichi waiting outside the door for her. Especially since she was scared to death of being in alleys so after parking she jumped out of her car to meet up with Chi.
"What are you doing out here?" Bulma questioned putting a gentle arm around Chichi.
"I just felt like I needed to be out here waiting for you? Like a bad feeling something bad was gonna happen if I wasn't? Sounds crazy but I'd fight my fears for my best friend." Chichi smiled warmly at Bulma who gave her a small hug of thanks.
"Come on, I don't want Mari to be any more mad than what he is."
The two then walked inside, missing the 6 pair of eyes that had been watching…
Once Inside
In the dressing room Bulma re-applied her make up and changed from her clothes. She'd totally forgot that they were to help work the bar along with two other girls named, Okina and Riku who were both 21 yrs. of age. This meaning they could wear comfy clothes! Much to Bulma's relief…she'd much rather wear jeans and a T-shirt than the required leather.
So looking into her personal closet she pulled out a pair of her favorite vintage jeans and a ripped hot pink and black shirt that read: Punks not a Crime!
After she'd dressed Bulma pulled out her matching chucks and left her long, back length hair down in its already soft waves.
(Enough with the clothes already! Just joking! )
She spotted the usual black apron they were also required to wear when working at the bar and walked over to it, placing it on then tying it around her tiny waist.
Bulma didn't wait up for Chi since she had already been dressed when she had arrived.
By the time she was done with everything and had made her way to the bar, after setting up the club was open…ready for business.
9:20 p.m.
Bulma and Chi had been pretty busy so far it wasn't till their friend Takeshi who's also the bouncer came walking up to the bar.
"B, you ain't gonna believe who is up here…"
"Who?" She questioned with confusion.
"Just to let you know Chi told me about your little episode today…but I think you might need to see this for yourself." He chuckled as she moved out from behind the bar yelling at one of the girls on break to take her place for like 3 minutes. Of course she ignored their groans of decline.
Once up front she came face to face with a pair of gorgeous midnight eyes which actually widen at the sight of her. It wasn't till she felt a hand slither onto her shoulder that caused her to jump and 'to refocus'. And notice all the people that had joined Vegeta and Aiko for their little club outing this beautiful Friday night. Goku, Krillin, and 18 were all waiting patiently behind the couple as well as 6 other people she'd seen around campus but hadn't really taken the time to get to know their names.
Turning around she came face to face with Chichi who was now winking seductively at a blushing Goku.
"Well, well, well…if it isn't the bitch that caused me this black eye." At the sound of that voice Bulma automatically rolled her eyes at Chichi since she was still facing her onyx haired friend. Turning around once again, this time she was met by the sight of two narrowed, bright emerald eyes.
Smiling sweetly, Bulma voiced out: "It's so nice to see you, Aiko. I have to comment on that eye maybe you should try a huge hunk of raw steak…"
Vegeta couldn't help but snicker at that one…this causing Aiko to huff and march past Takeshi who automatically let her pass.
"Vegeta? Get in here!" When he heard her screech his name he sighed and shook his head while gently brushing past Bulma. On direct contact she felt jolts of electricity race up her arm; she couldn't help but shiver at the feel.
After walking back into the club she was roughly pulled aside out of view of Vegeta and Chichi who at the moment were apparently looking for her.
The intruder had her back against them so she couldn't catch a single glance of the figures face.
"Just wait till tonight…" A deep…seductive voice breathed out while letting his hand run up her leg causing her to start struggling. "My revenge…" At those two words the person once again 'roughly' shoved passed her till out of sight. Bulma suddenly got a dreaded feeling in the pit of her stomach as her mind started to race. She needed someone to talk to…but…she knew…she couldn't.
11:40 p.m.
The Bar had finally calmed down to only 5 people drinking their night away. So Bulma let her body rest against the marble counter where she too slowly drank her drink…Coca cola. Her eyes before long found the one person she'd been watching the whole night.
Vegeta swayed back in and forth against Aiko who seemed to exaggerate her movements just in case Bulma was to be looking but still looked as though she were having the best of times…and not to mention the bored expression that was permanently pasted to his face.
Bulma continued to stare with a sudden longing that she knew she'd never have but even then it didn't seem fair!
"B, your break…" Okina said as she gently touched her shoulder with care. Okina had seen the looks her friend, Bulma had been throwing the guy on the dance floor and she personally thought he looked like a jerk…but that was her opinion…Bulma seemed to be attracted to those types?
"Oh…thanks Okina…you got everything handled?" Bulma asked as she tried to stifle a big yawn.
"Yeah, maybe you should take a nap your eyes are starting to look pretty glazed?" She suggested
"Good idea…" With that said Bulma made her way towards their concealed break room. Once inside she plopped down in one of the seats next to an also yawning Chichi, who by now was itching with anticipation. "What's wrong with you Chi?"
"It's just that Goku hasn't even came over to the bar to talk to me…and it's already midnight."
"Don't feel bad but he hasn't done much of anything? I don't think I've seen him dance one dance with anyone? That could mean either a good thing…or bad?" Bulma explained to a confused looking Chichi.
"What do you mean…or bad?"
"It either means he's gay…or he's interested in someone else…you perhaps! I can honestly say that you've been on his eye most of the night! I swear!" She smiled at her now cheerful friend and couldn't help but laugh at her expression.
"Really!"
"Yeah really…would this face lie to you?" Bulma smiled widely causing Chichi to shrink back from the scariness of it.
"Hmm…let me think about it?" Chichi laughed as she shifted from one foot to the other while a thinking expression graced her features.
Bulma shoved her lightly and playfully as she spoke out: "Whatever!" then took a swig of her ice water…thinking. Don't feel bad Chi, Vegeta hasn't talk to me either…he just has that slut hangin' all over him…
Suddenly Bulma got a disgusted expression that quickly crossed her face.
"What is it B?" Chichi questioned catching the glance.
"Oh…uh, nothing!" She answered quickly turning her back to Chichi nervously.
"………" Chichi just continued to stare but ignored it once a voice interrupted the silence. Bulma almost wanted to shout 'HALLELUIAH' and then hug that person but she contained herself once she saw who the owner of that voice was.
"Yamcha?" Chichi asked in confusion as she shot Bulma a weary glance.
"What are you doing here?" Bulma asked ignoring the looks Chichi was aiming at her.
"I need you…you…need me…we" He began only to get interrupted.
"Don't you even dare try and tell me what I need. You of all people have NO IDEA what I need because first of all you don't know care about other people. It's all about you." She spit out with venom as she stood from her sitting position and made an effort to slip past him. Where was Takeshi when you need him?
"You aren't leaving me again!" Yamcha shouted as she latched a painful grip around her waist and arm.
"You're hurting me! Let GO! TAKESHI!" Bulma yelled out in agony it wasn't long till Chichi was trying to hit and slap Yamcha hoping it would loosen his grip on her.
"TAKESHI!" Chichi started to yell too put she knew the music was too loud.
Just when she was least expecting it, Yamcha threw Chichi off of him and out the door of break room causing her to hit a shelf full of martini glasses.
Now that got everyone's attention…
Vegeta stopped dancing immediately as he watched Goku run over to aid Chichi. Where was Bulma? He ignored Aiko's yells of dismay as he began racing over to the couple.
Vegeta hurriedly asked while bending over the bar:
"Chichi, listen to me" Seeing her focus her glazed eyes on him…he continued. "Where's Bulma?"
"She's inside the BREAKROOM!" She answered with wide eyes as she tried to stand up but Goku held her down with tenderness. "Goku let me up! Bulma needs me! She's hurt!"
Catching the last part of that sentence Vegeta ran into the break room where Bulma is laying on the ground, going in and out of consciousness.
"YOU WILL LOVE ME AGAIN!" Yamcha threw Bulma back down onto the hard tile floor causing the wind to get knocked out of her as her head met the floor as well.
"No…I would never love a bastard…" She whispered to him.
"You son of a bitch!" Vegeta yelled getting Yamcha's attention and just as he turned around, Vegeta knocked the living shit out of him…hard!
Bulma watched Yamcha hit the floor and smiled as she felt herself going to sleep.
"Woman, stay with me." He whispered to the droopy eyed Bulma as he continued to cradle her causing her to smile.
"Who would've thought you'd come to my rescue…wow…you do have a heart"
"Don't get full of yourself" Vegeta smirked as he picked her body up. Bulma winced at the pain and he grew serious. "Are you okay?"
"My head is killing me but yeah, I think I'm okay…I don't think anything's broken." She whispered to him. "Is he gone?"
"Well let's just say he ain't getting up after that one."
"Thanks Veggie head." Bulma chuckled as she watched his face drop.
"You'll be sorry for that but for now…let's get you clean up and checked over." He warned with that continuous smirk.
"Are you gonna do it?"
"Is that a problem?"
"Never" She mirrored his smirk as he sat her down on the edge of the bar with her legs opened wide so he could lean in between them. "Is Chichi alright!"
"Hold still…" Vegeta scolded as he continued to bandage her deeply cut wound that was located on her forehead. "And yes, Goku is aiding to her."
Bulma smirked as she looked over at the two who were currently laughing at each other.
Chichi is very happy at the moment!
"Apparently he's 'AIDING' her pretty well" She spoke with a laugh as she watched Vegeta's disgusted glance as he looked back into her crystal eyes. "Thanks…for saving me."
"I always knew that guy was an ass wipe." Vegeta snarled
"Well good thing he didn't wipe your ass" She smiled as he finished cleaning her wound and then checked her over for bruises.
"Woman, no one could wipe my ass…"
Vegeta slid his hand up her arm causing her to get 'visible' goose bumps. Feeling this he smirked and just continued his escapade up her arm. After checking one arm he looked over the other this arm however had a huge, handprint shaped bruise.
"OUCH!" Bulma squealed when his hand grazed across it. Oh, how he felt like being bad…but was he ever good? So deciding he never was, he brought his lips to her elbow and kissed his way up her bruise causing MORE shivers to erupt. "Mmmm…" She sighed then caught herself knowing Vegeta heard her.
"Better?" He asked with a sly smirk.
What the hell! Bulma you know it ain't better…you're evil…so why not play his game? Bulma returned his sly smirk and shook her head.
"Oh really? What hurts then?" Vegeta couldn't help but stifle a smile. She was good…and he knew she knew how to play this game well.
"Here." Bulma pointed to her forehead where she'd gotten cut. After he'd place a lingering kiss on the hurt spot, she then pointed to her cheek. "I think I must've really hit the ground hard."
"I'm sure…" He place another there then he smirked and goes: "What about here?" Vegeta placed one on the corner of her mouth where he felt her smile and nod.
"And here…" She pointed to her lips, the same lips he'd been longing to touch.
Slowly he smirked as he began to bring his lips to hers…just as they were about to touch…
"VEGETA! How dare you leave me all alone!" Aiko screamed and came to a halt at what she saw. There was Bulma sitting on the bar practically strattling her man?
"We'll have to continue this later…" He smirked once again as the two became fully aware of everyone's stares.
"Of course…I don't think they'll ever get better." Bulma whispered to him from behind as he turned around.
"What's going on here!" Aiko continued to scream in frustration. "I knew it! You lying BITCH! There is something going on between you two! OH HELL NO! No one breaks Aiko's HEART! NO ONE!"
"Give it a rest" An anonymous voice in the crowd yelled causing her to come to a halt.
"MIND YOUR OWN DAMN BUSINESS!" She screamed…once again as she turned to face the crowd then turned back to face Vegeta and Bulma. "Vegeta, I'm ready to go. NOW!"
Vegeta sighed as he turned around to face Bulma. She couldn't help but touch his face…oh, it was gonna be hell tomorrow at school…Aiko wouldn't let her live this down with out a fight.
"I guess this is goodbye then…" Bulma began slowly not wanting him to leave.
"Guess so…" He pulled away and then walked over to Aiko who by now was fuming.
Bulma are you freakin' crazy! Hangin' all over him like that…it just felt so right, like a second nature. It just happened…you are such a slut. Bulma sighed as she watched him and Aiko walk out of the club alone. Vegeta halted before he walked out the door to look at her one last time…their eyes met. She couldn't help but shiver under his dark gaze…what was happening to her?
Am I that attracted to him? Ok, yeah I am…I've got it bad. Shaking her head Bulma gently got off the bar where she walked back into the break room where she got a sudden flashback. She'd never look at this room the same again…
Bulma looked at the clock to see she could've gone home about an hour ago because her shift was way over. Looking around for Chichi she didn't see her in sight?
"Okay, well I guess her and Goku got really friendly…Hope he's not using her…" My life has gotten crazy fast. She'd always thought she'd taught Chichi not to have sex on their first 'date' it made girls look cheap well that's what Bulma believed? Guess Chi thinks other wise?
Get a grip Bulma she has a body and brain of her own!
"Whatever…I'm tired…It's time to go HOME!"
After punching her card that told everyone she did her shift, she walked out into the alleyway where her car was waiting for her.
Opening up the door, she slid in and let her head fall against the head rest. What she didn't see were 6 figures surround the car and one shadowed passenger in the back seat…
"What the…"
Scream