Title: Tamed Heart
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball Z, although I do wish I did, I think I'd be rich…OR any of the songs that I have used in this story!
Author's Note:
Hey there everyone! It is time for yet another update! Yippee! I told you guys I would try my hardest to finish this story as soon as possible for you guys. Besides, It is almost done, only about eight more chapters or so left, what do you think? I think yes. Hehe. Anyways, on with the story:
Last Time:
The band played in their first concerts of the tour, they've already been to about five different cities for special concerts. In Los Angeles, the groups got their first radio talk show and then in Miami, they got the taste of the party life. What happens next?
Please enjoy the chapter, this might be kind of short, or long, depending on how you look at it, hehe. Please review.
-BeckySue
Chapter Seven
October; St. Louis, Missouri
"Bulma, we only have three concerts left till you guys get your first break, now, I know you are tired, but you gotta keep going on…" Yamacha said. Bulma smiled as she looked around at her band. Everyone was tired. Aside from Vegeta who loved the spot-light, he was the first to show a different side. He was being sucked in…
"Now everyone, let's make this show rock, we've been everywhere, Hawaii, New York, California, Washington, and Texas. Now, We only have three concerts left, I want to see energy!" Radditz said. "Now get out there and kick some ass!"
The Drums began to play, the echo mixed with the screaming fans began to rise as the guitars entered. Vegeta was thrashing his head around as Bulma began to sing…
Hey mister where you headed
Are you in a hurry?
I need a lift to happy hour say oh no
Do you break for distilled spirits?
I need a break as well
The well that inebriates the guilt 1 2
1 2 3 4
The impulse of the beat began to go up, Vegeta played harder on his drums while the others strung their guitars fast and hard. Bulma Jumped around as the music slowed itself down…
Cold turkey's getting stale
Tonight I'm eating crow
Fermented salmonella poison oak no
There's a drought a the fountain of youth
Now I'm dehydrating
My tongue is swelling up I say 1 2
1 2 3 4
Bulma smiled and giggled at the sight of her fans, jumping to her beats and singing along. Some banging their heads at Vegeta's thrashes and jumping with the band. They screamed their names…
Troubled times
You know I cannot lie
I'm off the wagon and I'm hitching a ride
There's a drought at the fountain of youth
Now I'm dehydrating
My tongue is swelling up
I say sheet
Vegeta let out a loud scream as Bulma danced around the stage. She began to finish the song…
Troubled times
You know I cannot lie
I'm off the wagon and I'm hitching a ride
(Don't know where I'm going) hitchin' a ride
(Don't know where I'm going) hitchin' a ride
(Don't know where I'm going) hitchin' a ride
(Don't know where I'm going) hitchin' a ride
(Don't know where I'm going) hitchin' a ride
(Don't know where I'm going) hitchin' a ride
(Don't know where I'm going) hitchin' a ride
"Whoa!" Bulma screamed as she raised a hand at her fans, they screamed for her and she smiled.
The after Party
"Whoa! There they are our spectacular band of ours!" They clapped as the band entered the room.
"You guys played wonderfully tonight," Yamacha said. "Now, I say we start partying before we leave this damn state, what do you guys say?"
"I think ChiChi and I are going to go out to dinner and maybe we'll catch up later," Goku said.
"Alright, well it is your lose of fun then, Krillen, 18?"
"Umm, I think we just want to go to sleep, I am exhausted and I barely slept on the RV," Krillen said and 18 nodded.
"Okay," Yamacha smiled. "I guess it is just Bulma, Paris, Brolly, and Vegeta then."
They nodded, "Good, I think we should hit the bar first," Paris stated. "I need a good drink before I can come home." Paris winked at Vegeta.
At the club, everyone was grinding and dancing. No one was sober, nor did anyone care. Bulma looked around in disgust. She noticed that Vegeta was with Paris and two other girls; he was smirking and holding some type of cigarette in his right hand.
"Hey Babe," Bulma turned and looked at Yamacha. He was wasted.
Bulma curled her noise at the sight, "I think I am going to leave, I'll see you later." With that, Bulma got up and left, leaving a disappointed Yamacha behind.
Walking to the hotel Bulma realized that maybe this band thing wasn't such a good thing. She looked in the windows of stores and Television stations playing their songs or having some type of artifact that was about them. She sighed, she walked into a Starbucks and walked to the counter.
"How may I help you?"
"Umm, can I get a White Chocolate Mocha, Grande please," Bulma smiled.
"Okay, would you like whip cream?"
"Yes please," Bulma smiled again.
"Okay, that will be five fifty-two," The lady replied. Bulma handed her the money and five minutes later, hand Bulma her mocha. Bulma nodded politely and left the store to continue her walk to the hotel.
Taking a sip of her drink she began thinking about everyone. They had all changed…Vegeta the most. He was into so much stuff now, one time Bulma over heard him in his bedroom with some other guys drinking and smoking, they were obviously high. Even in New York Vegeta would have guys in his rooms with multiple women at a time, no doubt groupies?
ChiChi and Goku on the other hand had become a lot more difficult to hang out with. They both were very distant from the group, wrapped up in something between themselves just as Krillen and 18 would be. Of course, 18 and Krillen had their fair share of partying with the group. But it was usually by one another's side.
Brolly…that was the strange part, someone who use to be so distant from the others was now part of Vegeta's drug gang. They were always with Paris and some other folks doing stuff as Bulma referred to it. And every night, Brolly was with a different girl.
Bulma somehow felt alone. It seemed strange, Yamacha was always with her, and was always throwing her around with other people, as if he was showing some award off.
When Bulma arrived at her hotel room, she walked straight up and into her bedroom. Stripping her clothes off and going straight to bed. Tomorrow was another day, another concert…
November; Long Beach, California
"I would just like to take this time to thank everyone! All of our fans who made every show so freakin' awesome!" Bulma yelled as the fans screamed back. "We have had some awesome stuff happen in these concerts and you guys are our last and final one of this tour. And I am SO happy that it is you guys, 'cause you guys are close to our home town. So, Let's play our last song before we have to go," Bulma smiled and turned around and looked at her band.
The music began to play softly as Vegeta starts the beat, Bulma winked as she heard the song begin.
Where I come from isn't all that great
My automobile is a piece of crap
My fashion sense is a little whack
And my friends are just as screwy as me
Bulma threw her head down and threw it up, moving her hair back behind her face with her fingers. She looks around as she shakes her body. Bulma starts to think about the past tour…
I didn't go to boarding schools
Preppiekids never looked at me
Why should they?
I ain't nobody
Got nothing in my pocket
They partied every night; each band member would have their fans drooling over them as they danced in the crowds. They would walk into the hottest clubs, partied with Paris Hilton, sat in the VIP tables with people like Nicole Richie and Lindsey Lohan.
Beverly Hills
That's where I want to be
Livin' in Beverly Hills
Beverly Hills
Rolling like a celebrity
Livin' in Beverly Hills
Vegeta banged on his drums harder after Bulma finished the chorus, he watched her move her hips from side to side as the crowd screamed and jumped. The lights flashed their vibrant colors, smoke rose from the ground as the sparks flickered up from the stage.
Look at all those movie stars
They're all so beautiful and clean
When the housemaids scrub the floors
They get the spaces in between
Yamacha had been closer to Bulma over the last few concerts while everyone noticed Paris hanging over Vegeta's every word. Of course, you wouldn't know Vegeta's reaction to it all, he was busy being drunk or high to even care. Bulma, Brolly, and Vegeta owned the party scene.
I wanna live a life like that
I wanna be just like a king
Take my picture by the pool
'cause I'm the next big thing
They were scheduled for a long Christmas break after their first tour, but that would only last a month before they went on their promotion tour; photo shots, parties, red carpet events. They were scheduled to play at the MTV Music Awards in February. While this was to take place, new music and a new CD was to hit the stores late March before the Campus Crawl.
Beverly Hills
That's where I want to be
Livin' in Beverly Hills
Beverly Hills
Rolling like a celebrity
Livin' in Beverly Hills
Bulma curled her hips while Goku and Krillen jumped up and down. ChiChi grinned as she saw the fans singing the words. Bulma walked around the stage, waving an arm at her fans.
The truth is I don't stand a chance
It's something that you're born into
And I just don't belong
No I don't
I'm just a no-class beat down fool
And I will always be that way
I might as well enjoy my life
And watch the stars play
Bulma jumped up as Vegeta banged harder on his drums, Bulma trying not to notice the bags under his eyes; Krillen, Brolly, and Goku played their hardest while ChiChi and 18 followed Bulma's lead. She jumped up and turned her body around…
Beverly Hills
That's where I want to be
Livin' in Beverly Hills
Beverly Hills
Rolling like a celebrity
Livin' in Beverly Hills
Beverly Hills…
Author's Note:
Hey there you guys? So what do you think? I think it is kind of lame-o but what can I say, I have no life. Hehe. Anyways, the story is almost finished, I promise it is. I know I haven't updated but I have been typing non-stop for thepast two weeks. Go Becky!
Anyways, I hope everyone enjoyed it and I hope you guys review, if not, I guess it is okay, tear…
-BeckySue