Chapter Four
Promise Breaker
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It was some years later when our cute little chibis started developing personalities more defined and talents all their own. They also learned how to speak Japanese properly. Vegeta was now seven, and Bulma six. The two were nearly inseparable. Even during events like school, the two were always seen together, despite having different classes. Vegeta's pet status was nothing more than a mere memory in the minds of the Briefs since he and Bulma had become so attached in the brief time Vegeta had been there. Two years, two whole years seemed to fly by in the blink of an eye. Mrs. Briefs had to hide the tears in her eyes every time she watched the two youngsters leave for school, Vegeta keeping a very sharp eye out for Bulma's safety.
It was recess, the best part of Vegeta's day. He had a chance to talk to Bulma and play with his friends. Even Goku was now, too, enlisted in the Capital School System and in the same grade as Bulma. When Vegeta wasn't around to help Bulma, Goku offered a hand willingly.
Vegeta walked over to Bulma with a grin on his face, he loved this part of his day.
"Hey Bulma," Vegeta said as he stood next to her.
Bulma continued to make sandcastles, ignoring Vegeta's friendly hello.
"Buruma-chan?" he questioned.
"I told you not to call me that at school," Bulma said, still playing in the sand.
"Bulma? What's the matter?" he crouched next to her.
"Get away from me."
"Wha?" Vegeta blinked rapidly.
"I said get away from me."
"Why?" Vegeta asked her, utterly confused.
Bulma stood up, a scowl on her face, anger in her eyes.
"Because I HATE YOU!!!" she screamed, shoving him into the sand.
Vegeta stumbled backwards, his eyes wide with shock. He met the sand with a thud and a broken heart. Maybe ChiChi was right, maybe Vegeta was a bad pet.
"You're a bad pet, Vegeta," Bulma murmured, turning her attentions back to her sandcastles.
Vegeta stared down at the sand sadly, he had thought he and Bulma were the best of friends and he wasn't just some pet, but he was wrong. He stood up and walked away, every child on the playground except Goku laughing, ChiChi even tried to get him to laugh at Vegeta's downfall. Goku sighed softly as his shame-filled friend walked back into the school. Bulma must've been embarrassed about everyone making fun of her because she and Vegeta were always around each other.
Vegeta stood in the shadow of a large, leafy tree, his arms crossed around his chest. Bulma hated him. Bulma hated him and he didn't know why. He was a bad pet, he was a horrible pet. He was a stupid, horrible, bad little ungrateful pet who made his master hate him. Just like all the others hated him. He would be sold; he felt it in his bones. He would be sold the moment he stepped into the Briefs' car. He felt utterly helpless.
When the school day ended, Vegeta and Bulma went to the Briefs car. Vegeta was shoved out of the car by Bulma who told him to walk back home himself. Alone. The driver pulled off without so much as a question. He was an old man, he never asked the Briefs questions when the boy had suddenly appeared and he wouldn't ask why he was suddenly kicked out of the car. He was there to drive after all, not ask questions.
The sad little boy watched as the silver hover car zoomed off, leaving him in the school parking lot. The skies erupted with thunder and bolts of lightning, as if sympathizing with the gloomy boy. Vegeta walked home that day, by himself in the rain, soaking wet from the downpour and his own tears. He arrived home a sopping mess of mud and sand, two hours after he should've arrived.
Mrs. Briefs was waiting by the phone when he walked in.
"Oh my! Vegeta, are you okay!" the blonde squealed as she rushed over to the boy.
She could hear him sobbing quietly, his feelings thoroughly crushed.
"Oh, honey," she reached for the boy who pulled away violently.
She didn't try to hug him again as he walked away, heading toward the stairs, hopefully, being able to find peace in his room. He made it to his room, dropped his plain book bag on the ground and headed toward the bathroom. He bathed himself, changed his clothes, then left to clean up the mess he had brought in on his shoes, only to find them already cleaned. He walked back into his room, climbed on his bed, and settled in for the night. Bulma hated him anyway.
"'Geta?" came Bulma's voice from behind his door.
"Go 'way," he said, rolling so his back was toward the door.
Bulma ignored him opening the door. He sighed softly as Bulma climbed on his bed.
"What do you want?" he snapped as she sat next to him.
"I'm sorry for what I said. I don't hate you," she said softly.
"You're just like my other masters. You hate me as time goes on," Vegeta responded bitterly.
"'Geta..."
"Don't call me that."
"I was mad 'cause all those kids made fun of me, saying I had a crush on you, and they were making kissy noises..."
"They do that to me all the time, but today they laughed at me."
"I'm sorry," Bulma murmured again.
"You're not my Buruma-chan, anymore," Vegeta said sadly.
Bulma felt like crying.
"My Buruma-chan could take any teasin', I loved my Buruma-chan. You're just Bulma," he muttered.
"Fine, then, you stupid pet! 'Cause that's what you are! You're just a stupid pet! You're a stupid pet that I hate! I hope you die!!" Bulma said with malice as she jumped off Vegeta's bed. "I only treated you nice because you would understand the kids teasin' me! You promised to protect me from all the mean kids! You broke your promise, you promise breaker! I never want to marry you or kiss you ever again!! I HATE YOU VEGETA!"
Vegeta lay silent as his door slammed closed. Vegeta cried himself to sleep that night, and that night he promised himself he'd never cry again over a girl or anybody. He would be the proud Prince of the Saiyans he was and suck it up, it was what he had to do to survive.
Bulma sat in her room, meaning every word she had screamed at Vegeta. He made a promise and he broke it so she broke all the promises they had ever made together. He was just a stupid promise breaker. A stupid promise- breaking boy! She sniffled quietly; she'd show him! She'd make more friends, more boy friends and invite them over! She'd show him!!
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Vegeta say quietly as Bulma chatted the morning away with her new friend Yamcha. He was so sad, he had thought he and Bulma would get older and stay together forever and ever, just like he promised her, but maybe he was just a stupid promise-breaker.
"You're funny Yamcha!" Bulma giggled.
"I like magic tricks!" the bright eyed boy smiled.
"Me too!"
Vegeta scowled, he really still loved his Buruma-chan. The Buruma- chan that wouldn't hold the bad things against him and forgive him for his mistake. He sighed softly as he watched the two from his bird's eye view in the tree.
"I have a secret!" Bulma smiled.
"Wha'sat?" Yamcha asked, gnawing on a cookie innocently.
Bulma kissed Yamcha's cheek gently.
"I like you," she smiled.
Yamcha's face lit up with red blush, he'd never been kissed by a girl before. As Yamcha blushed, Vegeta's heart broke one last time. He felt betrayed by Bulma, but he'd keep his promise. He'd never kiss another girl ever unless it was Bulma, even if she didn't want to kiss him anymore. He felt the sadness wash over him as he slid down the backside of the tree, so Bulma and Yamcha wouldn't see him. Vegeta felt tears stinging his eyes once more but he fought them, he fought them with everything he had. He balled his hands into fists as tears of frustration, sadness, and anger seeped free from his eyes. He would keep his promise to Bulma, if not only for his lost Buruma-chan.
Promise Breaker
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It was some years later when our cute little chibis started developing personalities more defined and talents all their own. They also learned how to speak Japanese properly. Vegeta was now seven, and Bulma six. The two were nearly inseparable. Even during events like school, the two were always seen together, despite having different classes. Vegeta's pet status was nothing more than a mere memory in the minds of the Briefs since he and Bulma had become so attached in the brief time Vegeta had been there. Two years, two whole years seemed to fly by in the blink of an eye. Mrs. Briefs had to hide the tears in her eyes every time she watched the two youngsters leave for school, Vegeta keeping a very sharp eye out for Bulma's safety.
It was recess, the best part of Vegeta's day. He had a chance to talk to Bulma and play with his friends. Even Goku was now, too, enlisted in the Capital School System and in the same grade as Bulma. When Vegeta wasn't around to help Bulma, Goku offered a hand willingly.
Vegeta walked over to Bulma with a grin on his face, he loved this part of his day.
"Hey Bulma," Vegeta said as he stood next to her.
Bulma continued to make sandcastles, ignoring Vegeta's friendly hello.
"Buruma-chan?" he questioned.
"I told you not to call me that at school," Bulma said, still playing in the sand.
"Bulma? What's the matter?" he crouched next to her.
"Get away from me."
"Wha?" Vegeta blinked rapidly.
"I said get away from me."
"Why?" Vegeta asked her, utterly confused.
Bulma stood up, a scowl on her face, anger in her eyes.
"Because I HATE YOU!!!" she screamed, shoving him into the sand.
Vegeta stumbled backwards, his eyes wide with shock. He met the sand with a thud and a broken heart. Maybe ChiChi was right, maybe Vegeta was a bad pet.
"You're a bad pet, Vegeta," Bulma murmured, turning her attentions back to her sandcastles.
Vegeta stared down at the sand sadly, he had thought he and Bulma were the best of friends and he wasn't just some pet, but he was wrong. He stood up and walked away, every child on the playground except Goku laughing, ChiChi even tried to get him to laugh at Vegeta's downfall. Goku sighed softly as his shame-filled friend walked back into the school. Bulma must've been embarrassed about everyone making fun of her because she and Vegeta were always around each other.
Vegeta stood in the shadow of a large, leafy tree, his arms crossed around his chest. Bulma hated him. Bulma hated him and he didn't know why. He was a bad pet, he was a horrible pet. He was a stupid, horrible, bad little ungrateful pet who made his master hate him. Just like all the others hated him. He would be sold; he felt it in his bones. He would be sold the moment he stepped into the Briefs' car. He felt utterly helpless.
When the school day ended, Vegeta and Bulma went to the Briefs car. Vegeta was shoved out of the car by Bulma who told him to walk back home himself. Alone. The driver pulled off without so much as a question. He was an old man, he never asked the Briefs questions when the boy had suddenly appeared and he wouldn't ask why he was suddenly kicked out of the car. He was there to drive after all, not ask questions.
The sad little boy watched as the silver hover car zoomed off, leaving him in the school parking lot. The skies erupted with thunder and bolts of lightning, as if sympathizing with the gloomy boy. Vegeta walked home that day, by himself in the rain, soaking wet from the downpour and his own tears. He arrived home a sopping mess of mud and sand, two hours after he should've arrived.
Mrs. Briefs was waiting by the phone when he walked in.
"Oh my! Vegeta, are you okay!" the blonde squealed as she rushed over to the boy.
She could hear him sobbing quietly, his feelings thoroughly crushed.
"Oh, honey," she reached for the boy who pulled away violently.
She didn't try to hug him again as he walked away, heading toward the stairs, hopefully, being able to find peace in his room. He made it to his room, dropped his plain book bag on the ground and headed toward the bathroom. He bathed himself, changed his clothes, then left to clean up the mess he had brought in on his shoes, only to find them already cleaned. He walked back into his room, climbed on his bed, and settled in for the night. Bulma hated him anyway.
"'Geta?" came Bulma's voice from behind his door.
"Go 'way," he said, rolling so his back was toward the door.
Bulma ignored him opening the door. He sighed softly as Bulma climbed on his bed.
"What do you want?" he snapped as she sat next to him.
"I'm sorry for what I said. I don't hate you," she said softly.
"You're just like my other masters. You hate me as time goes on," Vegeta responded bitterly.
"'Geta..."
"Don't call me that."
"I was mad 'cause all those kids made fun of me, saying I had a crush on you, and they were making kissy noises..."
"They do that to me all the time, but today they laughed at me."
"I'm sorry," Bulma murmured again.
"You're not my Buruma-chan, anymore," Vegeta said sadly.
Bulma felt like crying.
"My Buruma-chan could take any teasin', I loved my Buruma-chan. You're just Bulma," he muttered.
"Fine, then, you stupid pet! 'Cause that's what you are! You're just a stupid pet! You're a stupid pet that I hate! I hope you die!!" Bulma said with malice as she jumped off Vegeta's bed. "I only treated you nice because you would understand the kids teasin' me! You promised to protect me from all the mean kids! You broke your promise, you promise breaker! I never want to marry you or kiss you ever again!! I HATE YOU VEGETA!"
Vegeta lay silent as his door slammed closed. Vegeta cried himself to sleep that night, and that night he promised himself he'd never cry again over a girl or anybody. He would be the proud Prince of the Saiyans he was and suck it up, it was what he had to do to survive.
Bulma sat in her room, meaning every word she had screamed at Vegeta. He made a promise and he broke it so she broke all the promises they had ever made together. He was just a stupid promise breaker. A stupid promise- breaking boy! She sniffled quietly; she'd show him! She'd make more friends, more boy friends and invite them over! She'd show him!!
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Vegeta say quietly as Bulma chatted the morning away with her new friend Yamcha. He was so sad, he had thought he and Bulma would get older and stay together forever and ever, just like he promised her, but maybe he was just a stupid promise-breaker.
"You're funny Yamcha!" Bulma giggled.
"I like magic tricks!" the bright eyed boy smiled.
"Me too!"
Vegeta scowled, he really still loved his Buruma-chan. The Buruma- chan that wouldn't hold the bad things against him and forgive him for his mistake. He sighed softly as he watched the two from his bird's eye view in the tree.
"I have a secret!" Bulma smiled.
"Wha'sat?" Yamcha asked, gnawing on a cookie innocently.
Bulma kissed Yamcha's cheek gently.
"I like you," she smiled.
Yamcha's face lit up with red blush, he'd never been kissed by a girl before. As Yamcha blushed, Vegeta's heart broke one last time. He felt betrayed by Bulma, but he'd keep his promise. He'd never kiss another girl ever unless it was Bulma, even if she didn't want to kiss him anymore. He felt the sadness wash over him as he slid down the backside of the tree, so Bulma and Yamcha wouldn't see him. Vegeta felt tears stinging his eyes once more but he fought them, he fought them with everything he had. He balled his hands into fists as tears of frustration, sadness, and anger seeped free from his eyes. He would keep his promise to Bulma, if not only for his lost Buruma-chan.
