Winning the Love of the Handsome Skater
Chapter Three: Betrayed
The week passed quite fast. At least for Bulma it did.
She did studying, going out with her boyfriend, some more studying, then some more going out with boyfriend, and to end it perfectly, she took plenty of sleep. Her schedule was quite full and it was still the first week of school.
Maybe it was for the fact that this repugnant little man was trying to outsmart her, or for the fact that she was annoyed out of her wits when someone commented how smart he was, but she almost felt compelled to prove everyone that she was still number one in school. This was why she was studying like a girl possessed when it was only a week since the start of the term.
The fact did not go unnoticed by her raven-haired friend though.
On their way to the school building ChiChi caught up with her best friend and frowned intensely at her.
"Bulma, you can't just stay home the whole day and do nothing else but study! Stop that, or I'll personally take care you do!" the dark eyed girl shouted obscenely. Her friend blinked in puzzlement at her.
"Is it your period, Chi? Do you need some painkillers?" she inquired quirking a delicate eye brow.
The other teen growled audibly. She hated being asked that.
"No, Bulma, it is not my period. And you will be the one needing painkillers after I'm through with you if you don't learn how to form your questions," she threatened between her clenched teeth, seething.
Bulma shrugged good-naturedly at the intimidating manner of her best friend. She had known the girl long enough to be aware that she was just like a dog which barked but never bit—loud and harmless.
"Don't pay attention to her hostility, Bulma; she's just offended you don't hang around her as much as you did last year," Goku explained merrily as he caught up with the pair. His girlfriend huffed and crossed her arms over her chest, looking haughtily away, as if knowing he was right and did not want to correct his statement. How would she? He said the one thing she did not wish to put in a straight word out on her own.
"But, Chi, this year is a very important one. I can't just lie around, doing nothing the whole day!" the lavender haired girl defended herself.
She was beginning to feel a pang of guilt about the whole situation. After all, she was Bulma Briefs, the genius. Besides, things at school weren't that hard to understand at all. She was just finding excuses for her laziness, perhaps? She liked to think it was that and not the fact how much the new guy angered her with just his presence in the same premise and how he easily topped her without even trying.
"Yes, B, but that does not give you a right to neglect your best friends, you see?"
"Guys, guys, guys!" Juuhachi raised her voice, a hand separating them all. Their pairs of sapphires and onyxes fixed on the blonde. "I know how we can put an end to this idiotic argument. Let's just hang out together this Saturday! I know the perfect place to visit during weekends. It's gorgeous, it's far from the busy city and, most important of all, it's all mine!" She roared with forced laughter after the exclamation and had to resist the strong urge to cough after that as roaring made her throat hoarse.
"I think we all drank a little too much coffee this morning," ChiChi pointed out, taking her schedule from her bag nonchalantly.
Juuhachi's laughter ceased at once and she proceeded doing the very same thing.
"True. Coffee is going to be the death of me."
Bulma giggled at her friends and made her way down the other hall to her next class.
Lunch time...
"Can you believe she "F"-ed me? An F during the first week of school! Oh, man, what will my grandfather say? He'll be furious with me… I sure hope he doesn't snatch his "staff" again. The damned stick leaves quite nasty bruises, I'd say. Not to mention that it takes quite some time for them to heal. And they're a really dreadful colour too." Krillin kept rambling on and on while Goku's eye brow rose.
"Come on, Krillin, it cannot possibly be that bad. There are plenty of classes till the end of the term; jeesh, we just started, give yourself a break."
He started digging into his food as he finished saying that, no longer willing to bear the mask of politeness he had preserved over the five minute walk to the canteen with his bald friend.
"Why does my baby need a break? Can I help?" Maron inquired with a sheepish grin on her face present, as always. "Hey, Krillie, how are you going, sweetie?" She sat next to her boyfriend and hugged him by the neck. The boy still pouted though her ministrations seemed to calm him some.
"I got an F in science! Can you possibly believe that? I can't!"
"Chill, chrome-dome, there's enough time for you to fix that." Juuhachi chuckled, sitting next to Goku, putting her plate on the table as well. "Besides, I could help you with science if you suck so much at it." Her icy azure eyes fixed on him and a grin spread over his face.
It was very well known Juuhachi was also a mechanical genius, even though she could barely compare herself to Bulma.
"Really? You would do this for me? Gee, thanks Juu!" He began eating as well, much too enthusiastic to catch the jealous glare of his girlfriend.
The other girl smirked at the reaction she received, having Bulma sit next to her and Vegeta moving in with a huge pile of food next to Goku's alarmingly fast decreasing one. The flame-haired teen looked quite fed up while Bulma seemed upset, cheering herself up by poking mercilessly her food with her fork off-mindedly.
"What's going on, B?" ChiChi asked as she arrived a minute later, sitting across her friend. The strange-haired girl sighed dramatically.
"Yamcha's nowhere to be found—"
Vegeta's cell phone rang suddenly, interrupting the girl's rant before it even started, with a melody no one could recognize. The boy picked it out from his pocket glaring daggers at the far off wall.
"Speak," he picked up.
The tablemates fell silent. They didn't want to be part of the noise-making crowd, since the teen probably needed the privacy as well. Yet he did not remove himself from the table whatsoever.
"Yes, that's what I asked yesterday." Pause. Vegeta's face turned to one of anger. "I told you I have them in me!" Another short-lived pause ensued, during which Vegeta was getting angrier by the second. "How is it your damned business how I have so much in me in cash?" And then silence. Weird looks were exchanged over the table, puzzled, impressed. "Will you just do it, or should I ask someone else! Now that's more like it. Be sure not to do that ever again, got that? I don't pay so much for nothing! By this evening, if it's not ready, you'll be the one to pay this time." He hung up angrily and clenched his fists over the table. Goku threw him a quizzical look.
"Can you believe this? The asshole thought he'd make me wait another week for the deal! And what do I do meantime, eh?" The dark teen fumed, stabbing his meat with his plastic fork as if it were the person he wanted to suffer.
"So, it's going to be tonight after all? Tonight's the big night?" The higher skater asked with hope evident in his obsidian eyes.
"Yes, it is supposed to be. If not, I'll freaking go there and beat all those losers to bloody pulps, I swear."
He dug into his food again, still angry to some degree but somehow—perhaps—Goku's positivism and enthusiasm soothed his rage. Those two were of the oddest pair to ever come across.
"Okay, okay, some attention over here please, all of you just shut up." Juuhachi snapped out of her trance. "No more school talking, no more arguing. Let's discus our small vacation that's tomorrow!" She smirked proudly at the thought of the place that was all hers. Whatever it was.
"What vacation?" The anger was siphoning away quite fast out of the temperamental teen's system, being successfully replaced by annoyance and—between you and me—interest to some extent as well.
"Hm, right; I only told the girls and Goku about this."
Vegeta threw another vicious accusing glare at the boy in question, who tried to look as innocent as possible.
"Since we don't spend plenty of time together, I say we go to my villa for the weekend and waste some time. It's far away from the city, no school work, and most importantly—"
"—it's all hers." ChiChi finished for the girl, rolling her eyes comically. Even though Juu was famed to be the cold one from all the girls, sometimes she tended to get quite silly over matters of the sort. It was truly amusing, being witness to all her odd mood swings.
"Yup! It's all mine!" Juuhachi assured with a huge grin. It looked very weird on her usually stone cold features.
"Don't count me in this," Vegeta stated with an air of definite finality and continued eating. Juuhachi's face faltered immediately in a tight scowl. That was definitely not the comment she had expected to get from him.
"Why not?" she demanded with an intimidating tone which would've scared anyone who didn't even remotely know her to realize that his statement had just insulted her on a far more personal level than one would think.
"I have lots of work after the deal I'm making. I don't have time for this, or any time to waste for that matter."
"Of course you do! I'll help you, 'Geta, don't worry! We'll finish with everything just in time to leave with Juu and the others!" Goku grinned through a mouth-full of canteen food. The other boy grimaced in disgust at the display.
"Stop it with the nickname, Kakarott. And if I say I'm not going, then I'm really—"
But Goku didn't let him finish. It was one of the rare occasions when he would not let his shorter friend get the better of him.
"Come on, man! It will be fun! You have no idea how beautiful Juuhachi's villa spot is! Besides, that's the perfect way for the gang to get to know you," the taller boy reasoned, waving his index finger in the other boy's face. Vegeta sighed in exasperation.
"Fine, fool, I'll think it over, alright! Will you finally let me eat my food now that you're pleased?"
"Don't count me in either by the way…" Bulma said, the whole table's attention (except for Vegeta's—always the stubbornly differing one—of course) turning to her.
"And just why the bloody hell should we not?" ChiChi's voice rose impressively this time, her nerves beginning to get the better of her temper and self- control.
"I don't— … I'm not in the mood for hanging out this weekend. I have… things to do," she explained lamely. ChiChi's frown only deepened at that.
"Oh? So you're not in the mood for your friends? You have more important things to do than paying even a tiny little bit of your endlessly precious attention to the ones that care for you even though you so stubbornly ignore them? Is that what you're trying to tell me?" she screeched, her voice becoming shrill with anger as her temper rose in dramatic proportions.
She was feeling her best friend drifting away from her… How else could she react? She was always the rash one, let's not forget that either.
"Chi…" Bulma began tiredly, lifting her exhausted-looking features to face her friend. "Don't put words in my mouth, okay? I never said that and never will. I just told you, not - this - weekend, okay?" The lavender haired heiress offered with a diplomatically stoic face. She wasn't in the mood to be having this argument.
"Sure. Not this weekend. Fine by me. It won't be next weekend either, nor the one after it, and not any of the weekends at all, because you will be too fucking busy with studying or fretting over stupid cheating Yamcha!"
"Take that back!" The other girl growled out, standing from her seat on the big bench like her brunette fellow had a moment before.
"That's why this is happening, isn't it? Because Yamcha is trying to stab your back again! Bulma, get over your pathetic blind state and look around you! This has been happening for a very long time now, and all you do is accepting him back every freaking time and all of his lame excuses! I cannot possibly believe someone labeled a genius can be so stupid at times!"
The other girl fell silent. What could she possibly say? The words wouldn't come. She felt betrayed by ChiChi's little dignity-related speech. She hoped the other girl would let her anger decrease and would say sorry and take back everything she had said. But there was no sign of such a thing happening anytime soon. The raven-haired teenager stared at her expressionlessly, awaiting a reaction of any kind.
With a quick curt shake of her head, Bulma made her way to her next class silently. She never took a look back. She was afraid her best friend might use more of her fears against her.
"Why did you do that, Chi? Didn't you see how distressed she was? What's got into you lately, seriously?" Juuhachi jumped on her friend after the heiress was out of earshot, her pallid features taut with anger.
"What's got into me? Look at what's got into her! She's suffering a serious case of idiotism and blindness! She should think those things over once before getting depressed over a scumbag like Yamcha next time. At least one of us has to make her think of those things and the one that cares obviously isn't you, Juu," the brunette reasoned and pushed her plate away with an enraged shove. She suddenly felt so repulsed by the mere thought of food.
"You just didn't need to be such a bitch with her, you know! She's vulnerable now. As her best friend," she said the word full of contempt, "you of all people should know that!" The blonde stood her ground.
"She needs someone to be hard on her, to tell things to her as they are instead of sugar-coating them. She'll see I'm right soon, don't worry. She'll come back," ChiChi said and made the other girl snort and look away.
Vegeta shook his head disapprovingly. Things with those people were so goddamn see-through it was almost dejecting.
Bulma returned home late. She had spent some time at the park near the school in an aimless walk until the stars rose in the sky. Her friends were probably already off to Juu's villa. She wondered whether she regretted not being with them or not. What startled her more was not the question she was pondering about yet the fact she had a hard time answering herself.
She loved her friends dearly, yet today had been such an awful day. Everything had turned out wrong. Not to mention Yamcha did not pick up his phone once, neither did he have any classes with her so she could not see him at all the whole day. She felt a lump rising in her throat. She felt that something was wrong. What could it be?
Was it possible ChiChi had been right, that her words had not just been a waste of breath? Did she know something the lavender haired girl did not? Why wasn't she told then? She had told her friends to tell her if there was anything wrong going on around her without her knowledge. She was a genius, true, but geniuses were usually quite inexperienced in the emotional matters. Well, at least she had proven time and time again that she was.
With a defeated sigh, the young woman made her way to the huge dome that represented her home in an even plod.
When she stepped on the front porch, she heard something shuffling over the fence at the mansion near Capsule Corp. It was quite a rich neighbourhood. Not just anyone could buy a house around there and she found the windows to the mansion surprisingly lit. It had been uninhabited since she could remember and then—just that same day—she found out someone had moved in.
"Hey, Mum," she called to her mother after she entered her house and looked around.
Her ditz of a mother grinned at her happily from the kitchen, poking her head out the door-frame.
"Hello, dear! What took you so long? We were starting to worry a bit about you!" the woman chirped in an appallingly high octave.
"Oh, nothing… Needed some time on my own, to think things over…and such." Bulma said as she sat in her place on the kitchen table. "Did anyone call me, Mum?" her eyes fixed her mother's hopefully.
"I don't think so, dear. The phone hasn't rung since your father called he'd be late because of some business deal at work."
"What deal? Did he make something without showing it to me?" The girl instantly turned her guard on, anticipating her mother's answer.
It was a thing between Bulma and her father to show each other the inventions results of brainstorms and strokes of genius before dealing them off. She'd never forgive her father if he didn't keep his promise to her just as her father wouldn't forgive her if she did the same. The elder woman just laughed full-heartedly and kept stirring whatever she was cooking.
"Oh, no, dear, of course not. It was something about the Capsule Corp. grounds next to this compound. He said it wouldn't take too much time, but he has been gone for over an hour now." Just as she finished her sentence, Dr. Briefs entered the kitchen and slipped into his place with a very tired sigh, as if he had been moving cement bags twice his size the whole time he had been away.
"I curse the day I began negotiating with this boy," he remarked and took a sip from the glass of water his wife offered him. Seeing the puzzled look on his daughter's face, he added, "I sold the mansion next to our house."
"So I hear as well," the girl retorted and made her old father smile kindly at her.
"That's the most stubborn young man I have ever come upon in all my years. He wouldn't give it up until I did as he asked me. These things take time, I tried to make him understand, but he wouldn't listen. I have no idea why he was in such a hurry."
"When are we going to eat?" Bulma changed the topic, as speaking of the subject made her think of Vegeta and Vegeta was certainly not a very pleasant thought right before supper.
"I'm almost done here, dear," her chirpy mother told the sitting pair Briefs.
The lavender-haired girl sat in her comfy chair and stared up at the shiny stars above.
She had eliminated any trace of thought by the time and was simply admiring the night's beauty. It had been a long time since she had done that. She had been quite busy the whole summer with projects and such things that involved anything but having fun. Well, she did have fun creating things, but she rarely sat on her behind in half a year or so. God knew she needed a break.
"You put up quite a show at lunch." She heard a firm low voice say turning her attention to the mansion's nearest balcony to hers. The voice seemed alarmingly familiar to her all of a sudden.
"What the hell are you doing here?" she snapped, recognizing the flame-haired teen there. She could almost feel him smirk. The distance was not too large between the two balconies. Very bad thing, Bulma acknowledged bitterly.
"That's where I live now," he stated with a short shrug.
"You bought the house?" the girl exclaimed, flabbergasted by the prospect.
"What's so surprising about it? Do you have any idea how much I can earn in a month if I put my heart into it?" He chuckled quietly, eyeing the dark where she was supposed to be. She snorted at him and crossed her arms over her chest.
"Sure you can. I just wonder how much your parents are indebted because of you right now." She thought aloud coldly.
A mood drop could be felt instantly, the iciness of the atmosphere having nothing to do with the climate.
"My parents have nothing to do with this house. Got that?" he snapped briskly at her, startling her with the aggressiveness of his reaction.
"You bought it all on your own? Such a huge mansion? All to yourself? Whoa, you must really feel so much like a big shot," Bulma fired back, quickly changing the subject. So, the parental area was off-limits? She took hints quicker than she was given credit to.
"It's not just for me. Kakarott is out with his harpy to that villa the blonde bitch was swanking about during lunch." He didn't know why he was giving her that information. But it was soon not going to be much a secret after the rumors were spread that such a huge house had been bought by a teenager, a skater nonetheless.
"You live with Goku?" She sounded even more surprised at that. She thought he despised her goofy friend, even though Goku appeared to be the only person that could stand him.
"He hasn't told you anything about me?" the male questioned, slightly amused at the prospect. By the time the cerulean eyes were fixed on him and were quite sparkling with interest. "I can't believe he actually listens to what I say." He laughed mirthlessly at his statement.
"Why? What is there to know about you? Tell me," she inquired before she could realize what she was asking.
"It is not a topic I like to discus with snobbish spoilt little bitches. You wouldn't understand me as it is." Bulma frowned deeply at that. He smirked arrogantly. "Besides, what's the sudden interest in me, eh?"
"What makes you think my family is so flawless?" the girl defended, ignoring his last question skillfully. It was one she would rather not get started on because the argument would be quick to rise in volume and intensity.
"Is it not?" He did not even try to veil his sarcasm. It didn't even occur to him that little Miss Perfect had something to complain about in her personal life. Besides that scum of a boyfriend of hers that he knew from his skating gang, that is. But he guessed Yamcha didn't count.
"Well, you don't wish to share with me, so why should I share anything about my life with you?" she answered smugly. He smirked at her.
"Very sharp, ain't you? So… I have been left with the impression that what the harpy said at lunch is true, is it not?" The arrogant little prick continued to dig in her business, making her frown as he did so.
"How is that any of your concern?" she inquired, dignified expression at bay. It all just made him smirk again. She liked acting tough, he respected that. But it was just plain useless in cases like these.
"It bugs you, so I use it against you. It's quite fun bugging you, you should know. You get annoyed so easily it's almost fascinating." He stated, making her frown tighten ever more, her lips now mere lines.
"I'm so happy my misery brings you enjoyment," she retorted sardonically.
"Kakarott has told me you have been cheated on a few times."
"Stop it," she started calmly, her voice almost menacing in its lowness.
"Why do you stand someone who is not faithful to you and pays you little to no attention at all?" He continued with his probing questions, as if it was place to ask in the first place.
"I do not wish to share my love life with you."
"I haven't asked you to. I'm just asking questions about it." He smirked through the night at her.
She was suddenly glad it was late and everything was dark. Otherwise he would've seen the heavy blush on her cheeks when she realized what she had just said.
"Whatever! What's it to you anyway?" she snapped, already quite fed up with the entire exchange. Who the hell was he to tell her how to live her life? He didn't even know her to begin with, damn it!
"I can even feel how embarrassed you get when talking about it with me."
She kept her silence. What could she say anyway? He got her cornered there. And there seemed to be no way of getting out of that situation any time soon. He was so exasperatingly persistent that it was appalling.
"Have you no self-respect, woman?"
"Don't call me that!"
"Have you?" he demanded his voice firm and serious this time.
"Of course I have self-respect, you idiot!"
"Show it. Ditch him."
"I won't do as you tell me to. I'm not your slave!"
"Then don't and suffer your stupidity. That's what idiots get for their insolence." He snorted and turned on his heel to enter the house, but stopped in mid-stride to add, "Even I am not stupid enough to be stubborn about doing things others tell me I should when I realize it's the best course of action." He was on his way to the house before her voice stopped him.
"What is it to you? What do you care whether I ditch him or not?"
"It's nothing to me; I don't care an ounce about your silly little relationship." She flushed a deep hue of red at the statement – her relationship wasn't silly or little! She and Yamcha had been an item for a long time! "I just want to make you see that I'm always right."
"What will you do if you're not?"
She was getting interested in the direction this conversation was heading despite her boiling blood in her veins.
"Whatever you make me."
She grinned widely at the idea. Oh… Vegeta Ouji would be at her mercy? That was going to be quite a sight to see.
"But if I'm right, I drag you along with me to the villa the blonde told us about. I won't be the only one to suffer their idiocy."
She didn't know why, but she couldn't help betraying a giggle at the thought.
"You have a deal."
"Go over without calling. If he's faithful, you'll know. If he's not, you'll know. Pay attention to the little facts, woman, you shouldn't be that thick not to notice them."
And with that he was gone, a little trace left in Bulma's mind of the conversation they shared, if it even could be called that.
The very next day Bulma did as Vegeta had advised her. She grabbed her car keys and drove over to Yamcha's in early morning without calling beforehand.
She had had a key to his apartment for what seemed like a lifetime to her. It seemed that her life had begun when she met him right then and there, she thought. And now…
Did she really doubt his love for her? Didn't she have even just a little belief in his deeds? She was beginning to get uncertain about all of that. She felt like a traitor for simply supposing those things could be true for a second's worth. And now she would be making sure if they really weren't? Didn't that make her truly that—a traitor?
'Snap out of it, gal. If he's faithful, you'll just slip in the bed next to him and wait till he's up and you'll spend the whole day with him and have that Ouji guy do whatever you want him to. It will be so much fun, don't worry about it. There is nothing to worry about in the first place! Yamcha would never cheat on you again, not since last time,' she assured herself and plugged the key in the lock and the door clicked open.
She looked around hastily. Her boyfriend was nowhere in sight. His bed had not been slept in. She saw his cell phone on the bed and frowned. How could he just dismiss it? 'Maybe he just forgot it,' her inner self suggested, but she glanced at the object with a grimace of a higher degree of doubt. She knew he didn't usually carry it with himself when he didn't want to be found, when he needed privacy. He needed it with himself all the time for he was a busy person.
The cerulean eyes rolled to the phone and the flashing light of the phone recorder. She felt curiosity plaguing her. She told herself to turn around and walk out. She didn't need to know this. She didn't need to plunge into his privacy; she had already done enough of that. But how would she be able to sleep tonight without knowing the answer? She reached her hand out to it. Should she, or shouldn't she…?
"Hey, Yamcha, this is Maron." Bulma's hand hovered frozen over the machine after she had pushed the little button saying 'play'. How… How was it possible? "I just thought I'd tell you that I'm going to Juu's villa in the mountain. Sorry not to have told you that last night, but I was so caught up with what we were doing I forgot." Her voice giggled sluttishly, making it very clear to Bulma what they have done yesterday night.
Her eyes watered, her hand clasping her mouth in a futile attempt to calm herself.
"Say, come over for a bit if you hear this before you go to Bulma's, okay? I have something for you that I'm sure you'll like." She hung up, imitating the sound you make when you kiss someone.
Bulma felt dead—stabbed to death to be precise.
Never had she felt so betrayed in her whole life.
Maron had known perfectly well that the two were still together and she still lured him to her. She tried to blame it all on the clutz, but it was not only her fault, Bulma knew that perfectly well. But she was still in denial. She couldn't believe it, she couldn't believe him! If he didn't let himself be led by her, this wouldn't have been happening. Her tears began cascading down the pale skin of her cheeks.
"What the—?" She heard Yamcha's muffled voice as she turned on her heel to meet his gaze.
When he saw the condition she was in, he knew instantly she had found out. He opened his mouth to object, to explain, to calm her somehow—anyhow!—but she had already run out of the door, pushing his cell phone into his hands as she had clutched to it in anguish the entire time.
She didn't know what to think. She had no one to go to. All she did was race towards her car, not paying attention to Yamcha who was calling her behind over his shoulder and trying to catch up with her down the stairs. His screams were muffled to her deaf ears; the images of his concerned stressed face were blurred by her sightless eyes.
She drove off without giving him a second glance, afraid she'd collapse right there and then, giving him another reason to taunt her later.
He had not deserved even so much of her. Not anymore. Not after the way he had hurt her. He didn't deserve her tears, he didn't deserve her devotion, and he definitely did not deserve her love.
She wouldn't take him back this time. He had crossed the line. There was only as much that a girl could handle.
Unlike what his highness Mr. Ouji thought, she did have self-respect!
She rang the bell and waited half-patiently, glancing around nervously, uncomfortably.
The door was opened lazily soon after, a bored teenager appearing behind it. Vegeta's eyes widened a fraction at the sight before him, his eyebrow quirking inquiringly. He soon recovered, only to be nearly knocked over by the female, who threw herself over him.
"You were right." She wailed, suddenly giving a long-awaited freedom to her emotions. "I hate you! Why did you have to be right? Why! Whywhywhywhy!" With each word she hit her balled fist against his chest.
He didn't flinch at all during her little tantrum. His discman was still blaring in the headphones which were brought down from his ears.
"Get a grip woman." He pushed her away from himself, but she didn't move.
She was crying to his chest and refused to move, shaking her head vigorously. She had no one else to go to.
Anyone else would just tell her it had been about time. It wasn't as if he hadn't done just that last night.
With a sigh he pulled her inside and closed the door behind them, letting a single muscular hand drape over her shoulders uncomfortably, not used to such displays of affection, pulling her closer to his warm being. He knew not what else to do in such a situation. He had never had to comfort another before in his entire life as most people knew not to look for him in cases like these.
She faintly heard the words from his headphones. 'Stay with me… Safe and ignorant… Just stay with me… Hold you and protect you from the other ones, the evil ones don't love you…'
The girl smiled half-heartedly through her tears. As scaring as the thought was, right then and there, she felt as if those words left his mouth they would sound far too tempting for her liking.
A/N: The song that was playing on Vegeta's discman is performed by a band called " A Perfect Circle" and the song is entitled 'Pet'. I strongly recommend that you find the song to go with reading the last scene, or even the rest of the fic; it can even classify as the first from the "Winning the Love of the Handsome Skater" soundtrack, haha!
