American Py

Act 7

Bulma walked out of the dark bushes as fast as she could. There could be a chance of killers waiting for her as far as she could guess. She decided to walk back to her house but walking through the public areas of the town. As she walked, tear- stained, she noticed that people walking by were noticing the way she looked: all beat up. At least her face was fine. The worst thing she had was a bruise, and that was only on her right cheek. Exhausted, she sat down on a one of the benches at the bus stop.

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Vegita stepped on the gas and drove as fast as he knew he was allowed to. He really didn't feel like sitting for the whole day on a chair in a class listening to a teacher talk crap. He was smart. No, he was really smart. 'He just didn't apply himself to work out his full potential', his mother would say when the report cards would arrive. Realizing he really had nowhere to go, Vegita decided that he would just go home, eat some sweet junk, watch a good movie, sit back and relax. He smiled at the thought of relaxing and taking the day off, and as he drove by the bus stop something caught his attention. Not that there was ever something interesting by the bus stop. Hell he passed by it all the time and he hardly ever noticed it. But today…there'd been something different. He hit the brake and reversed. He was surprised to see a messed-up looking Bulma sitting on a bench.

Any other day, he would laugh at the sight of her. But right now, something was definitely wrong.

He rolled down the passenger window, "Woman, what the hell are you doing here and what the hell is wrong with you?"

She looked up at the sound of his voice. He'd thought she would just ignore him and not acknowledge him, but her head shot up and when she saw it was him, she jumped up, opened the door and threw herself on him.

"Woman, what happened?" Vegita asked a little concerned as she clung to him.

"Vegita, it was horrible…" and she told him everything that had happened.

When she was over her state of trauma, she didn't know why, but Vegita had the most dangerous look in his face.

"Woman, why did those girls do that to you if they didn't even know you?" he asked.

"I don't know, Vegita, but…" she stopped. Should she tell him that there was a big possibility that Yamcha had been behind all of this?

"But what woman?" Vegita asked impatiently, though he was sure somebody had been behind all this. And only one name popped into his head.

"I..I think Yamcha had something to do with it," Bulma said. She was worried, but she didn't why.

"You think? You think Yamcha had something to do with it? Woman, I think is pretty clear that he planned the whole thing!" he hated her naivety.

"Woman, put your seat belt on," he said stepping on the gas.

"Vegita, where are we going?" she asked.

"I need to have a talk with that Yamcha guy? What, he thinks he's slick? He sends up some girls to hurt you and he thinks he's just gonna walk out clean out of the mess? Well, he got something else coming his way" Vegita said, sounding angrier than he intended to.

"But Vegita, you cant just go and beat him up! Every time you do something bad to him, he wont have his revenge on you, cause he knows you're too strong, he'll come and get back at you through me, cause I'm weak. Please, Vegita, don't do this," Bulma begged, almost in tears.

Vegita seemed to think about it for a while. Bulma thought he wouldn't listen, but then he stopped.

"Ok, woman, let's do it this way. That Yamcha guy's doing all those things to you because even though I backed you up the other day, he knows there's nothing going on between us, and he probably knows we still hate each other ever since that night at the party. But if he knows you my property, he wont do shit," Vegita said, eyeing her closely.

"What makes you think he wont do anything, Vegita?" Bulma asked doubtfully.

"He thinks I use you as an excuse to hit him and shit, but if he knows you're mine, he wont touch you cause he knows me and if he was to touch anything that belonged to me, again, he'll know I'd kill for that", Vegita finished saying carelessly.

"So, are you asking me out?" Bulma said smiling.

"You have a positive way at looking at things," Vegita growled. Though he couldn't deny what she was saying. "Yes, woman, I'm fucking asking you out."

Whoa, this is a weird way of a bad day turning into a good one Bulma thought.

"Okay, Vegita, of course I'll go out with you…of course, being that that ensures my safety," Bulma said, trying to hide her excitement.

Vegita smirked and once again, hit the gas.

"So, where are we going?" Bulma asked.

"What the fuck do you mean 'where are we goin?' I'm still going to beat the shit out of him. He looked pretty happy this morning, now I'm gonna kill his happy mood.

Ten minutes later, Vegita's Mustang parked in the student parking lot. Vegita opened the door and slammed it. He walked towards the outside cafeteria, where he knew Yamcha and his friends were seated at; he didn't even wait for Bulma, who was fixing herself so as not to look as beat up as she did before. Jeice looked up and saw Vegita coming towards their table and whispered something t Yamcha, who looked up immediately.

"Vegita, my favorite man, what brings you here?" Yamcha said cynically.

Vegita stood in front of them, arms crossed and with a scowl on his face. The posture he usually took when he was pissed and ready to blow somebody off.

"She's what brings me here," Vegita said pointing to Bulma, who now appeared and stood next to Vegita, glaring at Yamcha, who shifted uncomfortably on his seat.

Those bitches messed up. Now I'm fuckin dead Yamcha thought, knowing that whatever Vegita would do to him would not be good. Everyone at the outside cafeteria turned their attention to what was going on. Some were standing to get a better view.

"Well, um, Vegita, whatever do you mean. I have done nothing to Bulma, though she looks pretty messed up. But I swear, I haven't touched her," Yamcha said standing up. He was more than scared, but acted as normal and mockingly as always.

"But, may I ask, why are you so concerned? I mean, you guys are like sworn enemies; you seem to care more about her than she cares about you. I mean, Bulma hates you and it's pretty clear that she wont let nothing happen between the two of you," Yamcha smiled, letting go of his fear and now gaining confidence. His confidence lasted for only a short while as he saw Vegita smile.

"Is that right? Well, I think you should be more up to date with what's goin on, right baby?" Vegita turned to Bulma.

"Yeah, 'Geta, I think he should," she said giving him a deep tongue kiss. Yamcha stared open mouthed and his friends gasped; so did everyone around.

"But- how?" Yamcha never got to finish the question, because Vegita now grabbed him by his neck and gripped him hard, making Yamcha choke for air.

"You might not have touched her but I know damn well you planned the whole thing. And I don't have to remind you of the fact that if you touch, or do anything that might hurt her, I wont bother to beat you up, I'll just kill you slow and easy. And we both know I'll do it," Vegita let go of Yamcha, who dropped to the floor, but grabbed Vegita by his knees and plunged him to the floor. Yamcha, now on top, swung his fist down and snuffed Vegita. The both guys rolled around on the floor hitting each other, but Vegita soon gained the lead, and started to beat down punches all over Yamcha. With apparent fury, Vegita elbowed Yamcha in his stomach, making Yamcha lose his air and cough up blood. The crowd was now going wild, and even people from the indoor cafeteria were now aware of what was going on and came outside to see what they knew would be the year's best fight. Suspicious of all the kids leaving the indoor cafeteria and the crowd that was formed outside, some teachers ran outside to see what was going on.

Sure enough, they came to see what was now an ugly fight. Vegita, stained with Yamcha's blood, and Yamcha helplessly trying to cover himself form Vegita's merciless blows. Mr. Durnim and Mr. Cameron, the football coaches, made their way through the crowd, and both took hold of Vegita, who had just viciously kicked Yamcha below his arm and obviously broke one of his ribs. The coaches tried to stop Vegita, but to no to no avail. Finally, it took a total of eleven teachers to get Vegita off Yamcha; who was now unconscious.

Okay, how's that for some action? Anyway, let me know what you guys think about this new chapter and how the story's goin.