Title: Tamed Heart

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Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball Z, although I do wish I did, I think I'd be rich…

Author's Note:

Hey there to all my faithful readers. How are all y'all this fine weekend? Good I am hoping. I have been updating endlessly…although it does not seem that I haven't, I am trying my best. This story and Teenage Poison is not pre-written, so I am kind of writing as I go. I am just trying my hardest to get the other two stories I have up to date so I can focus on these two stories more. So forgive me if this one is a little behind being updated.

Anyway, let's get on with it I hope you enjoy this chapter and Please Review!

Last Time:

Bulma, Vegeta, ChiChi, Goku, 18, Krillen, and Brolly are in a band. They live in California and big time record company, SatanSide Label, has finally noticed them. It was also the day before their graduation…let's see what happens.

Chapter Two:

"Woman?" Vegeta paced down the hallways of his apartment, "Are you ready yet? The band is going to be waiting for us."

"Well…I am sorry…besides I am almost done, they can wait," Bulma said. She was in the bathroom straightening her hair. She looked in the mirror, she was wearing a pair of tight snake skin leather pants with a black halter-top and black high heel boots. Bulma smiled, she was ready to impress.

"Are you coming?" Vegeta walked to the door, "I am leaving you here."

"Wait," Bulma giggled. "I am done, please don't leave me."

"It is about god damn time," Vegeta turned and looked at Bulma. She took his breath away.

"You like it?" Bulma asked as she twirled around.

"No, you look hideous and slutty."

"Hey now," Bulma's mouth dropped.

"Whatever, let's go," Vegeta opened the door and motioned for her to leave. She obeyed while giving him a puppy look. He rolled his eyes and followed quickly behind.

"Over here B," ChiChi waved for Bulma. Bulma smiled and Vegeta and Bulma walked towards ChiChi and 18.

"Hey you guys, wow Chi, you look awesome, and 18 you look so sexy," Bulma complimented.

"Thanks," 18 smiled. "You look great yourself."

ChiChi nodded in reply, "Hey what took you two so long?"

"I was trying to get ready and mister busy body here kept rushing me," Bulma stated.

"Oh, so you were at Vegeta's house?"

"Yeah," Bulma looked at ChiChi. "Why do you ask?"

"18 and I had called your house and he told us that you just left, so we hurried up to see if you were already here and you weren't."

"I am sorry you guys. It is just that me and dad got into another fight about this band stuff. He isn't too happy that we got noticed…he still wants me to take over the business," Bulma stated.

"How come he doesn't like the band, I mean, it was his idea in the first place," 18 said.

"I know, but oh well. But anyways, I left the house as soon as I could get out of there and went to Vegeta's house," Bulma said.

"Well okay," ChiChi smiled.

"Yeah, after graduation tomorrow, dad and mom have to go to work so I am going to go home and pack everything up and Vegeta said I could move in, besides, after we get famous, I'll have my own mansion."

"Ha. I hope so," ChiChi said.

"I hope this really works out, I mean, we have no back up plan," 18 stated.

"Yeah, me too," Bulma said.

"Goku, Krillen, Brolly," Vegeta motioned for them to come over. "What's up?"

"Nothing much," Goku said.

"Sorry we were late getting here, we had a few traffic problems," Brolly stated.

"It is fine, now we can go inside," ChiChi stated.

"I know right, I mean we've been standing here for freaking hours!" 18 yelled.

"Ha. Whatever you liar, kiss my ass," Brolly said.

"Blah blah blah! That is all that I am hearing children!" Krillen said.

"Shut the hell up bitches and lets party!" Bulma yelled, raising her arms and running to the door.

"Ha. She is such a nerd," 18 said.

They walked inside and quickly grabbed a table. The sat down and immediately a waitress approached them.

"What can I get you delinquents tonight?" she asked. It was a beautiful woman. She looked about twenty something. Short black hair, mini skirt on and barley a shirt. Enough to show off her womanly features.

"I want a beer, any beer as long as it isn't light," Vegeta said, Goku, Krillen and Brolly nodded for the same.

"Umm, I'd like a Bloody Mary, 18 wants a Rum Runner and I'd like a Strawberry Daiquiri with Barracuda," Bulma said.

"Alright, coming right up," the waitress walked away.

(Yes I know 18 year olds cannot drink in clubs like this, but hey, it is a story and trust me, here in Georgia, a lot of teenagers get a hold of some type of alcohol one way or another.)

"This is going to be a great night!" 18 shouted.

"Ah, I am so happy! This is the luckiest day of our lives!" ChiChi yelled and turned to Goku and kissed him happily.

"Well here you go kids," the waitress handed them the drinks and exchanged glances with Vegeta and left quickly.

Vegeta took a gulp of his beer and looked around, "I'll be right back."

Bulma watched Vegeta leave in the same direction of the waitress. Bulma sighed, "I think I am going to go dance."

"Okay," ChiChi said as she said there with Goku.

"B, wait up, me and Krillen are coming with you," 18 stood up and ran after Bulma.

"We need to make this a great night!" Bulma raised her arms again, smiling from ear to ear. "This is our last night as a small town band! Whoa!"

"Ha." Krillen and 8 began dancing while men who wanted to have the pleasure to dance with her surrounded Bulma. She'd move her hips and tease the men who thought they could keep up.

From a far, Vegeta stood by the wall watching Bulma. He smiled, she was a wonderful young lady, and probably one of the best ones he knew. She was a good friend and he was happy they were in a band with on another.

"Hey there cutie," A young lady licked his neck slightly and led up to his ear. "You looking for someone?"

Vegeta felt her hands rub over his groan," What do you want?" Vegeta turned around, it was the waitress, he smirked.

"I think you know," She returned a devious grin.

Bulma kept dancing on the dance floor, man and man, she was having a great time. When the next song came on, someone different wrapped their arms around her. Secretly she wished they were Vegeta's, she quickly turned around…

"Mr. Yamacha?"

"Hey there Bulma," Yamacha smiled down at her.

"What are you doing here?" Bulma asked.

"Oh nothing really, I am just out having a good time. Paris and I go our separate ways on party nights."

"So…you want to dance?"

He lowered to her ear, "I thought you'd never ask."

Bulma grinned, she had to admit, and Yamacha was a very sexy young man. He had it all. A young, strong, killer body and his voice was sexy. He wrapped his arms around Bulma's back, one lowered itself. Bulma smiled, she moved her hips back and forth. She faced her back to him and placed his hands around her stomach.

His hands began to travel once more. Bulma couldn't and wouldn't deny him. She wanted to be touch. One hand caressed her right breast as another lowered in between her thighs. Gently rubbing her, he lowered his mouth to her ear, nibbling on it softly.

"What time do you get off?" Vegeta asked, grabbing her rear a grinding her against his lower body.

"In about an hour," She kissed him again on his lips passionately.

"Good," Vegeta made a trail of kisses on her slender neck. He pushed her against the wall, his roaming hands found the end of her skirt.

"I could get off early, it is already one," she stated.

He stopped, looking at her, "Good, I like that idea."

"I'll be right back," when the waitress left, Vegeta found himself looking around the club. His eyes were wide open when he spotted Bulma and Mr. Yamacha on the floor. He couldn't believe it. 'What is she doing?'

He watched her, Yamacha's hands were roaming her body as if trying to find something. He was kissing her neck, Vegeta didn't want to watch anymore. He looked for the waitress, she began to approach him.

"I can't leave, I'm sorry," she said. "But here is my cell phone number, I want to call you."

"Okay," Vegeta took the number and received a kiss in return. He walked back to the table, Krillen, 18, ChiChi, Brolly, and Goku were talking.

"Where you been?" Brolly asked.

"No where, just off talking to people," Vegeta replied.

"I wonder where Bulma is?" ChiChi asked.

"I think she is still on the dance floor. She was having a good old time," 18 said.

"Oh really, well it is almost one, I think someone needs to go get her, we still have graduation tomorrow," ChiChi stated.

"Oh yeah, that's right," Brolly said. "Hey Vegeta, since Bulma is staying with you, why don't you go get her, me, Krillen, and Goku are going to go ahead and leave. Chi, you and 18 should go home too."

"Okay, well tell B we'll see her tomorrow, oh wait…I mean in a few hours," 18 said with a quick laugh.

"Alright, I'll see you guys later," Vegeta waved to them as they left the club. Vegeta looked back at Bulma on the dance floor. She was still with Yamacha.

Vegeta walked to Bulma on the dance floor, "Hey Bulma girl, we got to go home."

"Oh hey Vegeta, you remember Mr. Yamacha?" Bulma looked at Vegeta and fixed her clothing.

"Hey man," Yamacha extended his hand, Vegeta shock it firmly. "Nice grip there man."

"Bulma we need to go, everyone has left already and we still have graduation in a good six hours."

"Oh yea that's right," Bulma smiled innocently. "Well it was nice seeing you again Yamacha. I'll see you Monday."

"Can't wait Bulma," Yamacha waved as Bulma and Vegeta left the dance floor.

"What was all that about Mister Vegeta?" Bulma asked him as they left the club.

"You look like a whore, I swear it. Don't you care about how you present yourself?" Vegeta stated as they got inside his car.

"Whatever Vegeta, you are starting to sound like my father," Bulma said. "Besides, you look pretty whorish yourself with little Miss waitress in there."

"Is someone jealous?"

Bulma rolled her eyes, "Whatever. Just to tell you though, when I was dancing, I thought it was someone else, not Yamacha, and then when I saw him, I wanted to make a good impression I guess you could say."

"Oh I believe he got an impression alright," Vegeta pulled into the apartment parking lot. "I think he thinks he has a piece of ass when he wants it."

"Oh whatever Vegeta, we were just dancing, and he is married," Bulma rolled her eyes and they stepped out of the car. "You are such an ass hole."

"Hey now, why the hell am I an ass hole?"

"You are the kind of guys who, it is okay if you have sex or whatever the hell you want, but when a girl so much as looks at a boy in the 'wrong' way she is a slut, God forbid she has sex," Bulma yelled.

"You are so naïve!"

"And you are so protective of what is not yours!"

"Ah. Whatever, go be a slut." Bulma and Vegeta walked upstairs without saying a word to one another. Bulma went straight to the spare room while Vegeta walked to his own room. Slamming the door, Bulma felt tears fall down her cheeks.

'It wasn't fair', she thought. She didn't understand why he was so protective of her, and if he liked her, she didn't know why he would never date her. She would never understand Vegeta, he said one thing and did another.

Bulma quickly got changed into the spare clothes Vegeta had kept there for her and walked to the bed. She laid down and starred at the ceiling for a few minutes until finally, going to sleep.

"Bulma?" Vegeta walked into the bedroom. He smirked. Bulma laid there in a silk dress that only went to her mid-thigh. He knew she had an amazing body and he loved to look at it. She was beautiful.

"Hmm?" Bulma turned over and saw Vegeta.

"It is time to get up, I've already took a shower, I have to iron my tux, but you are free to take your shower. Your dress is in the closet, your dad brought it by."

"My dad was here?"

"Yeah, I called him," Vegeta left the room. Bulma looked back up at the ceiling before yawning and taking a quick stretch. She finally found enough strength to rise from the bed and walk to the bathroom. She stopped in the doorway, looking into Vegeta's room, she saw him ironing his tux as said. She smiled and walked into the bathroom.

Bulma was done faster than expected. She styled her hair quickly, curling it and placing on a little make-up. Placing on a small housecoat, she walked back into the bedroom and proceeds to put on her dress. It was a light blue dress with no shoulders but wrapped around her bust. It hung below her knees but was tight around her body with a slit on both sides of the legs. She slipped on her blue high heel shoes and grabbed her cap and gown.

"Vegeta are you almost ready," Bulma yelled as she walked out of the bedroom.

"Yeah, I'm in the living room," Bulma walked out, Vegeta was wearing his black tux pants, white tux shirt and blue tie.

"You look nice, are you talking your jacket for later?" Bulma asked.

"Yeah, why?"

"Oh I was just wondering," Vegeta offered his arm to Bulma and she smiled, happily taking it and they walked to the car.

Bulma looked out at all the people; sits were filled from front to back. She smiled slightly due to seeing both her parents.

"A lot of people out there huh?" 18 came up behind her.

"Oh yea," Bulma turned around, "Hey 18, hey Chi."

"Wow, so many people. This is wow…I can't believe this day has finally come."

"I know right, it seems like yesterday that we first met," Bulma said.

Bulma started to think for awhile. She thought back to the time that they all met. 18 was a 'bad girl' with Vegeta and Brolly. Bulma and ChiChi were the popular girls and Goku was the new kid while poor Krillen was a nerd.

Bulma smiled. It was funny as to how so many different types of people became friends. "I can't believe how things are turning out."

"I know right," 18 said. "We are going to be happy after this, all of our dreams are coming true."

"Oh hell yea-"

"Okay students, oh seniors? Please be quiet. Okay, everyone please put on your gowns and caps correctly and get in the lines and order that we practiced Wednesday," The teacher said. The students obeyed, "Okay, now let's get ready for graduation!"

The music began to play and one by one, the two lines of seniors walked in. Sitting down in their rows, the students waited for the speakers.

Their principal walked to the platform, "Welcome parents, graduates of 2004…" Bulma started to daydream once more. She was still thinking of a new name for the band. Of course, she had to admit the Fearful was not that great of a name. She hoped that some of the other guys in the gang had some ideas.

The speeches were done, the principal rose again, "Now graduates of 2004, we prey for your futures and hope to see you doing great things. Now throw your caps and scream! Congratulations!"

All of the students threw their caps and screamed and hugged one another. It had begun. A new lifetime for them all. Out of High school and into the real world. Bulma looked at her friends, her band. With a smile she walked to them and joined in a group hug.

Author's Note:

Hey you guys, I hope you guys like it! And now after this chapter, you are going to start seeing the changed after this chapter. You haven't seen anything yet.

The gang is out of high school, Bulma kind of is forming something with their manager…I see drama…I see sex, break ups, new love…oh hell, I see A LOT of things that we can do with this story. Stay turned, and I promise you'll love it, I have a few twist and things hiding in my sleeves.

Thanks for reading and I hope I have you intrigued, come back for more and please review. Bye and God Bless.