A/n Another day, another update. As I'm writing I currently have 5 reviews for this good and I'm extremely proud. I hope this fic can catch more people's interests though so it'll be as good 'Desire'. This chapter will (hopefully!) be nice and long, but I'm not sure yet. Also, the rating may go up for language etc. I will warn you if there is a lime but no lemons here, I'm making a name for and will post lemons there and other sites that I want to submit to. And some of the lyrics I use for this chapter are foreshadowing, hint hint
Moreover, if you're wondering about the odd title, I have several reasons for it.
It's a line from the play ' The One and Only Santa Claus' a play that I'm in.
You have to keep reading it.
In addition, it was short notice. I didn't like the chosen title 'Let Go.'
If I don't have many readers than I'm going to change it.
If you people think the title sucks then tell me!
Dedications: To my band Johnny Rings a Bell, my band that totally rocks. I'll probably have some of my lyrics laced through here. We also are covering some songs that are being used for this.
Disclaimer: Mrs. Trunks Briefs (check out her stuff!) and I don't own this but we will eventually as soon as we topple Mr. Akira Toriyama through our battles in tidally winks and go fish! I don't own any of the songs from blink-182's newest CD that is self-titled. It's really good and suggest you have a listen for yourself. This has the song " Easy target" by blink-182 (on the same CD) at the end, you I suggest you listen to it while you read this chapter.
P.S. I'm not sure if I told you this, but some of the chapters will be song fics or song chapters…or would it be a chapter in song fic format? I dunno, but here's a heads up. Oh, and one more thing, the time may flip around, some chapters will be weeks apart, some months if I can remember I'll write it down.
Ch. 2
Bulma listened to a new CD she had just gotten. The music was infectious, she had to stop herself from singing. But this looked like one fight she couldn't win. She began to do a little dance in her seat as she crooned.
" And I'll miss your laugh, your smile. I'll admit I'm wrong if you tell me. I'm so sick of fights. I hate them. Let's start this again, for real."
" Aww, thanks sweet heart." Yamcha smiled as Bulma jumped.
"Ass. Why are you here Yammy-kins?" Good Kami she hated that nickname.
" Just wanted to see you Sweetie B." Yamcha leaned into kiss Bulma when Vegeta walked in.
" Woman!" He barked out. Bulma put her hands on Yamcha's shoulders pushing him back.
" Hey Vegeta, what's up?" She asked happily.
" Gravity room upgrade. Where is it?"
" Gravity room upgrade not done, working on other things. That okay cave boy?" Bulma answered mockingly. Yamcha stood up and just leaned against the desk. He always has to ruin my day, he thought, giving Vegeta an icy glare.
" Being with your idiotic boyfriend doesn't count as work." Vegeta scowled at Yamcha. Ridiculous human, Vegeta thought angrily.
" It's always work," Bulma muttered before she could stop herself. She brightened instantly; hoping the guys didn't hear it. " Well Vegeta I got a surprise for you." she took his hand and dragged him into the kitchen. She pointed to a large, silver machine that was installed into the wall. It had a large burgundy towel draped over it, but it only covered about two-thirds of the large machine.
Bulma let go of Vegeta's hand and waited until Yamcha was leaning in the doorway. Then, she whipped the towel away with a flourish, " I call this beauty, the 'AutoChef 3000', AC for short."
" Great, another invention to clutter up the place," Yamcha said, bored out of his mind. If it wasn't an invention, then it was the gravity room, and if it wasn't that, Yamcha thought aggravated, it was Vegeta. Stupid cold-hearted bastard, Yamcha fumed. Of course Yamcha knew Bulma had a crush on Vegeta, she told Krillin and him, that she had had a dream about the guy. Yamcha would always be the second rate warrior. Vegeta was a prince, who could compare to that?
As this was being thought, Bulma explained how great the new AutoChef 3000 was.
" The only thing it can't cook is a turkey or a very large ham." Bulma beamed, " I told you a was a genius. You could only be so lucky, having me around. I'm smart, beautiful, talented."
" And a complete pompous ass." Vegeta muttered, secretly marveling the woman's invention.
" You should talk." She replied, slapping him jokingly on the shoulder.
" You love him more than me don't you?!" Yamcha shouted unexpectedly.
Bulma didn't know what to say. Vegeta gave an odd look at Bulma.
" You love me?" Vegeta asked, " Then again that would explain why you slept with me."
" You slept with him!" Yamcha yelled, as a car pulled into the drive.
" Yes. I mean no, err yes and no?" Bulma stood there, flustered and confused, " I slept with Vegeta but we weren't actually sleeping. I mean we were sleeping in the same bed, nothing else."
Yamcha stalked out with Bulma following him. Vegeta followed just as confused as Bulma. Yamcha turned on the gravel drive while Mr. and Mrs. Briefs stared out their windows. " You! You stupid asshole! You are just gonna not stop until you've taken it all away! My girl, my guest bed, my friends, my spot on the team!"
" I'm not taking anything away, human." Vegeta moved in front of Yamcha, " but if you want to fight about this, I'm ready."
" Glad you mentioned it," Yamcha threw his fist out, only to stop it inches from Bulma's face. She stood in front of Vegeta, arms out.
" You're being an insecure idiot Yamcha. Go home, cool off, then come back here."
" Get out of the way Bulma. I've wanted to do this ever since he arrived." He bunched his fist and was ready to place it into the prince's face.
Bulma turned her head to look at Vegeta. There was a malicious gleam in his eyes. Bulma's parents had stuck their heads out one of the car windows prepared to cheer for Vegeta since they both thought he was a sweeter boy than Yamcha.
Bulma turned her face back to Yamcha and, rearing back, punched Yamcha square in the nose. The man fell to his knees, grabbing his nose, and glaring at Bulma.
" You broke my nose! How are you strong enough to break my nose?"
" Go home Yamcha, calm down, then call me and cry about how much of a jealous idiot you are. Go."
Yamcha looked at Vegeta once then took off.
Bulma turned, smiling at her gaping parents, " Hey mom, hey dad. How was the cruise?"
A/n here are the lyrics to the song that goes so well with Yamcha's feelings here.
All her signals are getting lost in the ether (that's what she wanted)
She's a landslide with the city beneath her (that's what she wanted)
So take good look, so you'll never forget
Take a deep breath, I know I'm gonna regret it.
Holly's looking dry, looking for an easy target
Let her slit my throat
Give her ammo if she'll use it
Caution on the road lies
Lies and hidden danger
Southern California's breeding mommy's little monster
She's got a mission and I'm collateral damage. (That's what she wanted)
She's the flower that you place on my casket (that's what she wanted)
Savor the moment
Cause the memory's fleeting
Take a photograph
As the last train's leaving
Holly's looking dry, looking for an easy target
Let her slit my throat
Give her ammo if she'll use it
Caution on the road lies
Lies and hidden danger
Southern California's breeding mommy's little monster
(run run run,
Holly let me out
Run run run
Holly let me out
run run run
Holly let me)
I love that song so much and I was listening with it on repeat while writing this chapter, and just hold on about Yamcha going crazy, like everything else, it's gonna be explained later. Just sit tight, and review!
Alex