Hey this is MoonPryncess, I'm glad to see that some people reviewed! Haha, yeah the CC/G and Juu/K comes later (not too much later), but yeah, it's coming! I swear to you!! Oh yeah, and since today is January 1st, that means today is my 16th birthday!! Happy B-day to me Also, thanks to MikahVeggie's baby girl, Majin Maljita, Vampiress-06 and Caryl Mc for reviewing! Anyways, here's the first chapter…
Disclaimer: do NOT own Dragonball Z or any of its characters
There were bits and pieces of glass scattered all around her room. In fact, upon first entrance, you would have thought an earthquake had hit. Unfortunately, earthquakes can't just hit one room of a house, so that clearly wasn't the case. When Bulma Briefs was angry, she wasn't just a little bit angry, but she would unleash a monster so hideous that even an ogre would go crying home to mommy.
Bulma was furious. How dare Yamcha just humiliate her like that? How dare he humiliate his family like that? I mean, of course she cared that he was close to death, but that still didn't make up for the fact that he just about ruined his reputation. And hers for that matter, I mean, how is the girlfriend of the school's hottest guy not supposed to know what he does? People were definitely going to talk. There was no doubt about that.
And as Bulma was thinking about this, she was throwing every vase, glass frame or china plate that she could find within eyesight. Let's just say she wasn't the best at controlling her temper. Within minutes of hearing the crashing noises, Bulma's normally bubbly mother came rushing up the mansion stairs as fast as she could. Her daughter was destroying a 15 million dollar home. And Mrs. Briefs could not just stand aside as her crazed daughter ruined it. Her panicked mother finally reached her room and said,
"Bulma," as she brushed one loose blonde curl from her face, "There is no need to go on a rampage here. I mean, c'mon honey, Yamcha probably didn't mean it. He's usually such a good boy. Don't get so angry."
"Mother! I am shocked. How can you take this so lightly? Do you know where we live? Do you know how many people are talking about this RIGHT NOW?! My reputation is on the line, meaning that your reputation is also on the line. How does that make you feel?"
Mrs. Briefs knew her place, and she knew that with all the housewives who were in the 'in crowd,' she was considered the Queen Bee. She felt as if she had nothing to worry about. I mean she was the most attractive out of all the mothers. She had blonde curly hair, perfectly bleached and perfectly done all the time. Her tiny waist and her big bust made her still the most attractive woman in the area besides her precious daughter (which she would never admit out loud). Basically, as far as reputation goes, she felt as if she had nothing to worry about.
"Oh Bulma dear, don't be ridiculous. Everyone knows that we still have the most wealth and that we are the most attractive. I don't really think that status could be taken away just because of one poor judgment call on your part. I mean, let's face it, I knew the whole time that Yamcha was a little… off. We all make mistakes honey—"
"Oh shut up mom. You loved Yamcha. You and dad were basically making wedding invitations when our 3-year anniversary hit. So don't tell me you thought something was 'off' about Yamcha because you had as little of an idea as I did."
Mrs. Briefs stared coolly at her daughter, "Well Bulma, you have a point. Maybe he didn't mean it, like I said. Go out to the hospital, and try to work things out with him. I mean, you guys have been dating for about 4 years anyways, it's too precious to throw away." And with that Mrs. Briefs gave her daughter the biggest fake smile she could give and the squeezed Bulma unbearably tight.
"Um, whatever mom. I'll go visit him at the hospital, but I don't know if I can stay with him," and Bulma looked down to the floor. She really didn't know if she could stay with him. Maybe this was it, maybe that four years was all for nothing. She had to go to the hospital to find out.
As Bulma was getting in her Range Rover SUV, she looked over to where her new neighbors were moving in. The house was beautiful. It was a classic all-white, all-brick house with gorgeous rounded columns. It had views on to the community's ultra exclusive golf course, and was one of the priciest houses in the area. Diverting her attention from the actual house was a boy. He looked about 3-4 inches taller then Bulma and had perfectly tanned skin. He had flame like hair, and since she was looking from a far, she couldn't tell what color his eyes were. But she had got caught up in staring at him that he took a few steps forward and barked,
"What you are looking at?!"
Bulma, usually a quick wit, was at a complete lose for words. The best she could come up with was,
"Uh… nothing you idiot!" And she stuck her nose up in the air and started the car. She could already tell that this was going to be a long day.
At the Hospital…
Yamcha couldn't believe his luck. His girlfriend saved his life. Now he had to be with her for the rest of his life, there was just no choice. He couldn't believe that someone would do that for him. Especially her. He had always loved Bulma, but he never thought that it could go any further then high school. He had wandering hands, but Bulma was the only one who didn't know that. He never could resist any temptation that came his way. He simply didn't have the will power for that. And living in an area with a lot of temptation, he was leading a very unhealthy life.
Bulma walked into his hospital room and was wearing a light pink Lacoste polo, carrying a white coco-chanel purse and wearing a denim mini skirt with pleats at the bottom made by Juicy. Everything that Bulma wore looked perfect on her. Yamcha observed this, and he wondered how he had managed to cheat on her so many times. She was beautiful, but when he wanted something, he would get it. It didn't matter if it was Bulma who did it, or someone else, he just got what he wanted.
She walked over to his bedside and took his face with her hand and made him look at her. And she softly spoke,
"Hey baby. How are you feeling?"
He seemed a bit nervous. He knew that he was going to get it. There was no way that this conversation was going to end up the way he wanted it to so he replied honestly,
"As good as someone could feel who just passed out from alcohol and ecstasy pills."
And she gave him a very stern look and replied,
"Oh. So that's what it was. You know Yamcha, that sort of stuff can kill you. We have our whole lives to look forward to, why diminish your brain with that kind of stuff?" And she had a point. The last thing he needed was to kill any more brain cells. Yamcha wasn't stupid, but he certainly wasn't smart enough to get away with making himself any less intelligent.
Yamcha started to get defensive, he hated when she did this whole lecturing thing. It got old after a while, but most of all, he hated it when she was right. He just tried to grin it off and her rustled her hair and said,
"Baby, don't get so tense. I mean, like you said, we have the rest of our lives. I'm only sixteen, I've gotta live a little!"
"Yeah Yamcha? Well look where 'living a little' has gotten you?" she snapped. How can he make light of the situation, he nearly DIED.
Yamcha just looked at her and was now worried. He had just cracked a joke, he didn't think it was going to be some huge deal, but he was so completely wrong, as usual.
"Yamcha, NEWSFLASH: YOU NEARLY DIED LAST NIGHT! Does this sound like how you want to spend high school? Ending up in the hospital multiple times because you decided to 'live a little'? Huh, can you answer me?"
"But—"
"Yeah I didn't think so. Look Yamcha, the future will be here before you know it. Time has already flown by so quickly, we've been together for four years. How could you not tell me about this?"
"Because of this." He stated with an almost emotionless expression,
"WHAT?! Yamcha, that's not the point. You blatantly LIED to me. How are we supposed to have a relationship if I can't even trust you?"
"But babe—"
"Don't 'babe' me—"
"But BULMA, you can trust me. Just give me another chance, this won't happen again." And then he took her face of perfection with his hands and kissed her on the for-head. He then looked into her eyes and slightly smiled,
"I promise."
Bulma always fell for this. And secretly she knew that the second he got out of here, he was probably going to do it again, but she couldn't help but want to believe him. They had been together for so long, that he was the only thing she really knew when it came to relationships. So she just looked at him and sighed. She tried to smile as she replied with,
"Okay."
With that, she got up and started heading towards the door. She turned around one last time and said,
"Get better soon, I love you."
He looked up from his bed and said,
"Ditto."
On the car ride home…
A very angry Bulma Briefs was on the phone with her best friend Chi-chi King. Chi-chi was also a very beautiful girl. She had long flowing raven colored hair with big brown eyes. Her body also that of perfection, and she was just a little under Bulma, popularity wise. Her and her boyfriend Goku Son had also been together for many years, but their relationship was different. He could look Chi-chi in the eyes and tell her he loved her. And every time you could tell it was completely genuine. Even though Goku was tall, tanned and muscular, he somehow didn't have an ego. He just was friendly to everyone, and that's what made him so appealing as a friend. He and Chi-chi had been Bulma's earliest friends. Chi-chi was one lucky girl when it came to her relationship. It seemed like the real thing, whereas her and Yamcha were solely based on what the society wanted.
"Chi-chi, I said 'I love you' and all he said to that was DITTO!"
On the other line, Chi-chi felt really bad for her friend because she knew that Yamcha wasn't the best person for her, but who was? I mean for the last four years, Chi-chi had only seen Bulma with Yamcha. She couldn't easily say this to her friend, but it had to be said,
"Bulma, maybe it would be best if you and Yamcha took a break. I mean you've never tried dating other people, and he just seems to not really have his shit together right now—" but before she could say anything else Bulma slammed on her brakes and screeched,
"WHAT?! A BREAK?? How the fuck am I supposed to do that?!"
"Listen, Bulma, it was only a suggestion."
"Chi-chi, how am I supposed to go on a break with Yamcha when he's helplessly lying in a hospital bed?"
And Chi-chi at that moment wished she could tell Bulma, that there had been some rumors about Yamcha cheating on her—on several different occasions—but she couldn't bring herself to say it. So instead she replied,
"Well Bulma, we only live once, I mean maybe being single for a while wouldn't be such a bad thing for you."
Bulma driving much faster then the speed limited permitted said to her friend,
"Chi, how can I? He's helpless. I need to be with him, at least until he gets his head screwed on straight again. God, can you imagine how many people are talking about this right now?"
"Oh B, I bet people have already forgotten about it…" Chi-chi lied. What else was she supposed to say? Nothing would help. This situation was out of control, and what was worse was that it involved two of the most looked upon people at the school.
"Thanks Chi. Anyways, I have to go because my driving is shit. Love you lots and talk to you later," and with that she quickly hung up the phone and threw it on the front seat. She was already distracted enough as it was, she couldn't talk on the phone, drive AND think about her failing relationship all at the same time.
Bulma quickly pulled into her drive way. It was 3:00 PM and already she had had enough of this day. Could she really take much more torturing? As fast as she could, she got out of her car and stormed into the house. She was greeted with the sound of her mother's obnoxiously perky voice,
"Oh honey! Bulma!"
"What mom?"
"Well Bulma, don't sound too excited! Tonight we're going to have to dinner with our new neighbors! Isn't that lovely? I thought so too… anyhow! Go upstairs, put on something nice and come down when I call for you!"
Bulma went completely pale in the face. If they were having dinner with the neighbors tonight, that could only mean one thing. She was going to face the undeniably attractive guy who caught her staring at him. This was going to be hell.
"Uh… do you think I could skip dinner… Yamcha kind of needs to see me… again."
"Psh, Bulma, you already saw Yamcha today! It's sweet how you worked things out though, I knew you could. But you have all day tomorrow to see him! All right, see you at dinner?"
And trying to hide the horrified expression he had on her face, she swallowed and replied,
"Yeah mom, see you at dinner tonight."
"Oh, and one more thing Bulma dear. I heard they had a boy, your age!"
Bulma's worst fears had come true. It was the boy she had been caught staring at. Shit. How was she going to even look at him? He humiliated her! There was no way she was getting out of this dinner alive.
Okay, that was the first chapter! Tell me what you think of it. Any ideas on how the dinner is going to go? The next chapter should be a funny one. Anyways, until next time…
MoonPryncess