Winning the Love of the Handsome Skater

Chapter Seven: Complications

Vegeta's lips were soft and warm... Just as hers were. Bulma squeezed her eyes shut, as if trying to force the daydream away. But when she let them wander open again; his sweet masculine presence against her mouth was still there. With a soft exhale of a breath she had not realized she had been holding, she nearly melted against him, still disbelieving the whole situation was even real.

The male wondered what was wrong with him as well... Why did he attack so openly! But now, as he had already succeeded with the first onslaught, he could not bring himself to a halt. Her scent, her taste; they were too much for him to take. He couldn't get enough of her, said as simply as that. If he had such an option, he would rather let himself stay in this carefree moment for the rest of eternity. Her purity and innocence made all of his dark feelings of his merciless past wash away and all that was left was his seemingly everlasting hunger for her and more of her magical powers that actually made him think he possessed a human soul.

Bulma stifled a moan when his hands slid down her back and tightened around her waist, pulling her further in his embrace, but the other she failed as she felt his moist tongue make an assault to her opened mouth. She felt as if someone, or something, was tickling her from the inside. It was a nice feeling that she hadn't felt since the few weeks of her dating Yamcha. When she actually thought he was The One for her. But even then, the feeling had never been so intense. And that strength was what scared her the most at the moment. It was a strange mix of emotions as excitement joined all of it together.

Maybe it was his enigmatic appearance and behaviour that dragged her even further toward him. What it was she did not know. Neither did she care. All she wanted to be concerned was him and his skillfulness in the whole situation. She wondered just how many the lucky bitches that could enjoy this sensation were... Bitches... The word ricocheted in her mind's wall, tossing it right back at her. Was that what she was too? Just another whore that surrendered herself to him, just to have another one for the record!

Something in his ministrations, however, managed to soothe her stirring conscience in the whole situation. He was too gentle and the whole act was too enjoyable for both sides for the assumption to prove true. Little did she know, her 'friend' also lead a quite uneven mental battle that he was doomed on losing.

Her moan brought him out of his trance. The magic charm was undone and he realized what was actually happening...again. In the same way as it had before. No... He would not let it repeat... This carelessness... It was something he would never let himself feel ever again, for it was as foul as all of this was. Just a mask of cold reality that was going to slap him hard in the face as soon as he surrendered himself to her. She was no different, he knew. She was not strong enough either. No one else but him was... He made the mistake once, he wasn't going to repeat it...and hurt himself in the process again.

No matter what he did, he was doomed to fail it, he knew now. Even if he did not want her to get involved in his business, he was sure she would want herself to push her nose in his stuff. She was unable to stay away; he could figure that out even now, after just one week of knowing her. She was too compassionate and affectionate... She was cheerful, carefree and enjoying her life in general. He could not slaughter her now. Besides, a kiss meant nothing. At least to him, it did.

Vegeta pulled away abruptly, just as Bulma was getting caught up in their position. She flushed bright red and looked away from his prodding stare. He continued to watch her. This creature... So fragile, sensitive and caring... She did nothing to deserve...him, of all people.

"Well..." She began with a sore voice. She cleared her throat and said, this time clear, "If that's all, I'll be off home now. I have an argument to win." She tried to force a tense laugh but he did not even budge. With a sharp swing on his right heel, he turned his back at her and took off for practice. He was very late as it was. The guys were going to kill him.

Bulma sighed and made her way off as well, bringing her index finger to her lips and touching them lightly. They were still burning from the heated passionate moment. Little could she hope for it to repeat ever again...

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"Since when are you interested in skating?" Goku asked interested as he sat down for a break, his dark orange board beneath his bent by the kneecap foot. "Even ChiChi doesn't come here when all the guys are around."

"Well, the least to say, I am not ChiChi." The blonde emphasized, almost offended at the comparison. "Second of all, to answer your question, since you got us to know your friend."

"So you're really over Krillin then?" Goku asked as he took a swig of his water bottle. Icy blue eyes glared at him.

"What is that supposed to mean? When was I not over Krillin?" She snapped sharply. Goku shook his head and left the bottle where he had been sitting previously as he spotted Vegeta approaching in the distance.

"To be so serious about someone else," Juuhachi's azure gaze almost burnt holes in his skull; "you must be truthfully over your last huge crush."

"Why must I be so very serious? What if I just want to enjoy myself and not be reminded with each step I make alone that Krillin is still with that whore Marron?" Juu crossed her arms over her chest offended. Her rage almost faltered completely when she noticed the death haughty look Goku gave her as he glanced at her from the corner of his eye, never turning his head to face her completely.

"Because if playing is all you want, he'll make you feel sorry for it."

"What are you waiting for, fool? And why are most of you lazying around! Back to practice!" Vegeta yelled as he approached the scene. A boy on another side of the sight snorted loudly. He pulled a strand of stray long green hair behind his ear.

"You certainly shouldn't be the one to judge us, Ouji. Can you read a watch? We were supposed to meet here two hours ago!" The pretty boy spoke in his sly voice and a bald fat guy on his left snickered stupidly. The shorter boy glared at them as he arrived.

"If you're so eager to know why I'm so damned late, you could get enforced upon the same fate as that idiot that tried to pick up a fight with me you and just feel how wonderful it actually is." He seethed between his clenched teeth. "Now get up on your ass and do as I say or I'll just be forced to shove that gay hair of yours right up your ass and have you looking more like a man, you low-life of a fag."

The other guy paled and did as told with little hesitation. Vegeta was never the one to make empty threats. The times people from the gang got themselves worked up because of their temperamental leader were countless. He expected much of them just as he expected much of himself.

As if on cue, everyone else gathered back lazily. They'd already spent two hours of their day waiting for him. They were sure he'd have them spend two more while he was at it, too.

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Vegeta made his way towards where Juuhachi had been staring from for a whole hour directly at him, probably not caring whether he caught her gaze or not. He needed a break. He let everyone take five when all of them groaned in disapproval he was going to be the only one to rest a little. They were already all drained as it was.

The teen had the female pass him a bottle of cold mineral water as he sat down next to her, staring off space. She smiled slyly at him, as it appeared it was the only way she could perform that action.

"I heard you were the best at what you do, but I never imagined it meant this good." She commented.

"Many things about me can make you gawk, woman." He said as he exhaled in bliss as the refreshing cold liquid slid down his throat. "I can picture you quite well using those words in another situation as well…" He chuckled coyly and set the bottle down.

"So can I." She smirked with an expression matching his.

The boy took a side-glance at her. He wondered about the little quarrel he had with himself on his way there. Bulma was fragile and too sensitive when it came to those heart issues. She appeared strong and wore a mask that rarely faltered, but he had seen her unarmed. And he knew that she was unable to take him…and she didn't deserve it. She had done nothing wrong to him. She didn't know him. Neither did she need to. He had to keep his distance from now on, as whenever he got close to her, something about the woman's appearance dragged him to her, as if some magnetic forces were working over him.

This woman, on the other hand, was far more suiting for him. He was sure she was just as arrogant and self-conceited as he was. She was never genuinely interested. When she asked about Hailie, he was sure she did that just to get under his skin. Or just to anger him. Or whatever. But it was definitely no true interest. She cared too little about his personal life and problems to do that.

And then came the other issue - he needed to get laid. It had been quite a long time since he last slept with someone. He frowned at the remembrance of the occasion. Not a very pleasant one, to say the least.

Maybe he could rethink about the blonde thing… She appeared stronger than the other woman. And she was definitely a better choice…when it came to just screwing around with someone. The best skater there could ever be couldn't just dance around girlfriend-less, now could he?

"How come you're here?" He asked mildly bored. She shrugged.

"Thought I could join."

"You don't look like the skating type to me." He eyed her closely. She smirked down at him.

"If you do that again, you're going to have to pay before it."

"Haha. Nicely said. Whose style does it remind you of? Maybe I could use the fee you'll pay for leeching off my phrases." Vegeta grinned wickedly. Juu broke in laughter.

"Sure. Whatever you say...Your highness."

"I like that; use it more frequently and we might get a deal done."

"What deal are we speaking of?" Juuhachi grinned.

"Oh, you know perfectly well what deal we are speaking of." Vegeta said as he took another swig of his bottle. Thoughts of Bulma and her soft lips would not leave his head for a second. And when they did, he remembered of the bitch and memories came flooding back in his head. Memories he tried so hard to bury. He tried his best to shake the thought off, but he just seemed to be unable to… It was not quite a pleasant feeling.

"Oh, I rather don't, or your body-guard will make a punching bag out of me." Juu snorted with dripping sarcasm. Vegeta's eye brow quirked at her.

"My body-guard?" Vegeta repeated slowly.

"Goku." Juuhachi stated. Vegeta sneered in laughter.

"And you listen to what that idiot says or threatens? You must be stupider than him…"

"Hey, that might have actually offended me, y'know!" She snapped.

"Did it?" He asked, almost hopefully.

"Nope. Sorry to disappoint you."

Vegeta sensed the direction this whole exchange was heading to. More like he sensed that it wasn't going anywhere at all. They were just babbling shit. Just to keep their mouths busy. He smirked mentally, imagining far more interesting and nicer ways to keep themselves busy.

He glanced up at the sky. Dark clouds were hanging over the whole city. Rain was sure to pour down over them soon enough. Vegeta stood up and whistled with his fingers put in his mouth to gather everyone's attention as they appeared to be gossiping just like their girlfriends would.

"Alright, you indecent fools." They sweat-dropped. What did they do now to deserve that treatment? "You can all scatter to your homes, go and get drunk, fuck your bitches for all I care. Enough for today. Do whatever you wish to, but be here tomorrow at the same time. Am I understood?"

"You should be saying that to yourself, Vegeta." The boy from earlier started again, picking up his board from in front of him as he stood on his sore feet.

"Can it, Zarbon, or I'll make you feel gayer than ever." He turned back to the crowd as the boy fretted back. When brought up the topic of him and his homosexual ways, especially by Vegeta, he seemed to instantaneously shut his trap. Worked like a charm every time, Vegetanoted with a mental smirk in his head.

"You should really stay out of trouble, Vegeta." Goku told him. The other teen just rolled his eyes.

"Whatever, Kakarott. I'm leaving." He stated with a tired sigh. It had been quite a long time. Watching out for the woman not to fall earlier while they were at the painting appointment had been bad enough, and now this whole hour of yelling at those imbeciles… He smirked maliciously. What more could he ask of life?

As he slowly pushed his foot by the board, he heard someone's frequent foot steps behind. He guessed who it was. And he could guess that she had spoken with Goku not to follow and take the longer way home too as she appeared to come alone.

"Is the fact that I am reminding you of someone of your past that drives you away from me?" She questioned in pure confusion. He didn't pay attention to her question and continued to stroll down the busy street as the foolish people ran to their homes before they got their precious clothes soaked. Sometimes Vegeta couldn't help but feel a strange rage towards those creatures… as if he didn't belong among them in the first place… As if he was trapped in a place that he didn't belong to…

"What makes you think there is something that actually repulses me from you?" He spoke when she was getting quite restless by his side. She did not answer either. They continued to approach the huge Capsule Corporation compound in the far distance.

A lightning struck somewhere in the clouds. Juuhachi pulled her jacket over her head as they continued walking with the same pace. Vegeta didn't budge. He continued his carefree pushes and didn't pay any attention as the droplets slid down his face and his sides, soaking his clothes to the bone.

"Aren't we going to hurry? Do you mind? I don't really want to get all wet and looked like a drowned rat, you know!" She yelled as the rain began pouring maliciously over them, splashing against her whole body, sucking away all of the warmth it possessed currently.

"A little rain isn't going to melt you, nor are you made of sugar." He stated sternly, refusing to go any faster than he already was. The girl just sighed and let her jacket drop back down against her, making a strange noise as it did so, as it was already quite dripping wet.

She took constant side-glances at him, admiring how the clothes clutched to his perfectly sculpted torso. The muscles of his feet clenched and unclenched in his soaked baggy pants, which complemented his feet. He wasn't tall, but neither was she, so she didn't really mind his height. He was staring blankly forward without a trace of a flow over his features. She wondered whether his creature was true… She had never seen someone else such as him before in her life… There was something about him… Something that just made him seem so… unearthly, alien…

"I don't remember inviting you at my house." He snapped. She sighed and shrugged.

"I'll leave once the rain stops. I don't want to catch a cold." The blonde informed and just kept on striding, ignoring the tugging feeling of misplacement. Maybe she should've gotten the hint when she saw his shirt torn…

"I never said I wanted you to." He told her emotionlessly.

"You're quite hard to understand, do you know that?" She muttered angrily. This guy was getting on her nerves a little already. He just smirked at her statement. But, Christ, was he a looker… And that smirk looked so good on him.

"I've been told that quite a few times already, yes."

"What's with your shirt?" Juu tried to keep a conversation to keep her mind off the coldness that was probably even creeping to the core of her being.

"The woman tore her palm." He said nonchalantly. "She had to get something for it before she went home to clean it." Juu just nodded. She couldn't think of Bulma's welfare right now. She sneezed. Crap…

Vegeta turned around when she stopped to sneeze again. They were right in front of Capsule Corporation driveway, but neither seemed to notice.

"What's with you?" He inquired sharply.

"I- " She sneezed again. "I think I caught a cold…"

"Weakling." He sneered. She threw him a death glare.

"Sorry for being human."

"Come, here, we're close already." He grabbed her by the hand and took the board with his other one as he continued off to the huge house. However, Juu's feet seemed to be cold already and she couldn't step properly. She sneezed again and almost fell face-forward in the puddles. Vegeta rolled his eyes.

"Can you stop screwing around and just move?"

"Sorry for not being Bulma…" The girl snorted at him. His head whipped her direction.

"What did you just say?" He hissed.

"You heard me." She stated, turning her icy eyes that were mere slits right now his direction. The boy sighed. That was not the quite correct time, nor was she right to be jealous.

"What makes you think I'd rather have the wench here right now?"

"The way you always behave around her? The way both of you look each other's way? Or maybe-"

He grabbed her roughly by the waist and pulled her in his embrace, silencing her with his mouth. Second time today. It was turning into a habit of his. Quite a nice habit, he thought. At least if the right people were in front of him, that is.

Juuhachi didn't push him back, but neither did she relax. Her eyes were still glaring and the rain invaded her eyes mercilessly. Yet when he began to work his magic over her, she had no other option but to lay down her swords…and eventually enjoy the ride that she had been begging for in a long time now. At the time her mind was too busy to wonder how could he do this to a girl's senses and what other tricks did he have up his sleeve to realize that she had just won in her bet to Marron. The bitch was going to turn green in the face tomorrow when she found out.

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Ever since she had been home, Bulma was content with the turn of events. She had done as Vegeta had 'kindly' advised her and right now her parents were recollecting themselves and wondering how to make it up to her, as they had been home for the rest of the week.

Her mother showed her true nature of a natural blonde, cooking this and that Bulma had claimed to absolutely adore, hoping this was enough of an excuse for now, as she couldn't think of anything at the moment.

Her father was trying to stick to her the whole time. It was truly adorable, how both of them seemed to really care about her, yet failed to show it all those nearly eighteen years of her whole life.

When the 'parents' topic was settled for her, Bulma began wondering about her encounter with Vegeta. She couldn't help but ponder how she was to act around him now. The kiss meant something… didn't it? It said at least an "I'm attracted to you"…didn't it?… She didn't know how to think about all of this… Yamcha had been the only person to show real interest in her before, so she was completely inexperienced in the area.

He had been so… soft… She didn't picture him like that… With his rotten attitude and rough temper, she imagined his action would be more aggressive and invasive. When he actually waited for her to grant him entrance to her mouth and- She stopped her train of thought as she noticed to faint figures out her window, over which the rain droplets were cascading down.

The slightly bigger figure pulled the other close into what seemed an enticing passionate kiss. She smiled. Love was in the air, probably? She never could fit Vegeta in the picture of a love-driven fool. More like a passion-driven fool, as she wondered whether he could feel love…

She caught a flash of platinum coloured hair and her eyes twitched with the effort as she tried to see better who the two in front of her house were. Then she actually recognized the flame-like hair style of her day dream. And the girl that he was embracing - Juuhachigou Jinzoningen, one of her best friends ever. She sniffed dryly. She hadn't really expected him to feel anything towards her, now did she? Her consciousness questioned her. A kiss meant nothing to most guys. It was just an enjoyable physical contact.

But then again that could mean he was just playing with Juu too, did it not? A small voice in the back of her head, which people usually labeled with the silly name 'hope', interfered. Bulma shook her head as she squished the little voice to dust in her mind and went back to her work in the lab.

She had been a fool to think that Yamcha had actually loved her… as she was a fool to think someone as Vegeta might actually have any interest in her…

She retreated silently down the stairs, completely oblivious to the thoughts that were shooting through the teen in question's mind…

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Vegeta had already pinned Juu against the door to the house trying to find the door-handle gropingly as he was still entangled with the blonde in a heated kiss. He had to force the image of the shocked lavender-haired creature from earlier to get a firmer grip on the situation.

The door was unlocked which meant Goku had come before them. He separated with the girl to take his sneakers off and to place his board on the floor, pulling Juuhachi up the stairs to his room.

He didn't bother to put the light on. He already had her pinned against the bed. If both of them had a little more time to consider all of it, they would both come to the conclusion it was all moving too fast forward. But they had little time to think about it. They just acted on the emotions that were swelling up in them, passion overtaking every single one.

Till this time, Vegeta managed to force the tugging feeling of guilt that tried to force its way into his mind. He paid little to no attention at it, as his mind screamed for more…

Neither was actually aware that what turned the teen on more was the fact when his eyes were closed, he could try to enforce the vision of the strange-coloured girl beneath him now, in the same position the blonde was, moaning in pleasure as he trailed short butterfly kisses down her body as he undressed her, tossing the soaked clothes to the carpeted floor, noting he would take care of that later in time.

Juu was surprised at the hurry he seemed to be in. She was better than she thought, crossed her mind. She noted another thing as well. While her whole body was trembling with both cold and desire, her mate's was perfectly warm and steady. She wondered how he managed to do that. She had little time to ponder though, as her hands wandered up to his dripping bottom clothing as well.

The girl was quite unaware of the self-control Vegeta's pullback from Bulma had required. And now he needed something. Something to soothe his burning desire. He needed to stop his devastating hunger for her. If that meant replacing her with the other one that actually caught his attention, so be it. Little did he care…

How did he happen to develop such a strong need for the enigmatic woman for such a short period of time? No matter how, it scared him… It crept him out how she could get under his skin and use his weakness against him. But then again, it would all just disappear in thin air after tonight…wouldn't it?

Juu's hands reached out for his belt, scratching over something soft and fuzzy, alarming Vegeta who bolted away from her embrace and stared down at her, eyes slightly wider in shock as he had been caught off-guard. The girl stared weirdly at him from beneath.

"What?" She questioned, her voice completely out of breath. He shook his head lightly composing himself again and resuming his actions. He had completely forgotten about…it. He lowered himself again and kissed her neck greedily.

"Nothing. Nevermind…"

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Vegeta woke up an hour later to find himself lying on his back with the blonde wench on the other side of the bed. His bed. He shook his head as the memories of the night came flooding back his head.

It wasn't as if she was a bad fuck. She was quite enjoyable to be honest. But it wasn't her he had wanted to sleep with tonight… Even if it was just to see how she felt like, how she tasted like, he wanted her… He slapped himself mentally. He needed to get a grip…

He made his way towards the shower and as soon as the water caressed his skin, he felt relieved. But still foul and devious. He hadn't vowed himself to be eternally faithful to her; neither did he feel like doing so… But still there was something that wouldn't let his mind at ease.

Had he just used the blonde to satisfy himself? Was it usage when she enjoyed the ride too?… He let the water pour over his face as he shut his eyes tightly, refusing entry to the liquid. He sighed heavily and decided not to think about it and get some sleep. He'd need to find some pajama pants to sleep with as he had company for tonight. He didn't want the woman to get freaked out first thing tomorrow morning.

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For a reason unknown to everyone else in the clique, Goku had been throwing glares at Vegeta whole day long. The other teen seemed to care less, however. Juuhachi was wearing strange more boyish than usual clothes, that did not appear to be hers whatsoever.

Bulma was more silent than usual and Marron was fuming. Everything had gone wrong… Not to mention that Juuhachi was clinging ever the more and openly at Vegeta's neck. At lunch it was all clear.

"Okay, I'm going to ask this once and only once! What the hell is wrong with all of you? You're behaving like two year olds! And you won't even tell what's up your asses! Now spill!" ChiChi bossed around. "Goku, what's with you, most of all? I haven't seen you like that since-"

"Why don't you ask Vegeta? Did you sleep well?" Goku was really behaving strange. A dark eye brow was quirked at him.

"I was quite comfy after a nice lay, thank you for you concern." His voice soaked with sarcasm.

"I can't believe she beat me to it! What does she have I don't?" Marron exclaimed.

"What are you talking about, hun?" Krillin questioned, placing an affectionate hand on the girl's shoulder before it was rudely shrugged off.

"She slept with Vegeta! She won the fucking bet!" The girl squeaked.

"Bet?" Both ChiChi and Vegeta questioned.

"Who you're going to choose…" Marron explained. "I wanted it to be me!"

"Now wait just a rotten minute here!" Krillin raised his voice as well. Everyone's attention turned to him. He was always such a cheerful and he usually avoided any kind of confrontation, especially with his so perfect girlfriend. He always told his friends how lucky he felt that this particular girl even looked his way. When she had first heard that little confession of his, Bulma had just sadly shaken her head.

"You knew that we were still together at the time you made that bet, did you not?" He asked; his voice sounded offended. Like what he felt like.

"Yes, Krillie, why are you asking?" Marron looked stupidly at him in genuine surprise and confusion. He shook his bald head at her.

"How can you possibly be so insolent? Do you even consider me as a figure in your school life, if not personal one? How could you just, ugh!" He was furious. What kind of a creature was he dating?

"Don't be mad, darling!" Marron said as she tried to hug him. "It's just that… Well, you know, Vegeta is quite an attractive man and-"

"Shut up!" The boy bellowed at her. "I don't want to hear this! You were still with me when you made a bet on luring someone else in your bed! How low is that? Did you think I'll just stay back and say nothing when you cheat on me?"

"Well, yes-"

"SHUT UP!" The second yell startled most of the occupants of the table. "I don't want to listen to you anymore! I'm breaking up with you, you whore! I tried to be good enough for you, when actually you are the one who should be trying harder! Go screw whoever you like for all I care, you fucking cheap slut!" Krillin stormed out of the cafeteria to the front yard.

"I still can't believe she beat me to it…" Marron muttered. Bulma gawked. Did Krillin mean truly so little to her?

"To be more accurate, I think a third person won." Yamcha's voice came over from the other end of the table. The clique's eyes averted to the direction of his voice and most of them glared at him. "Thanks for the broken arm, Veg'." His voice full of hate and rage, as well as roughly enforced sarcasm as the scar-faced guy shot a death glare the other teen's way.

"Always at your service for it, scum."

As Yamcha fumed when he stormed away, everyone else shook the topic off, turning their attention to Juuhachi who was explaining how she and Vegeta were now officially a couple as he had asked her on their way to school.

Did I say everyone? Well, maybe, except for Bulma. She was staring blankly at the table in front of her. How was it possible?… Could she have been the one who 'won Vegeta', as Yamcha had interpreted it? Why would he assume that since Vegeta and Juu were now a couple?... She couldn't help but wonder as she stared at the object of her thoughts, which locked his gaze with hers for a moment long before thrusting his eyes sharply away from her.

To Be Continued…


A/N: Okay... I know you are not into this reading-this-fic-business, or you're not into the reviewing-this-fic-business... All I ask is for constructive criticism, about the characters, about their actions, about what they say or whatever, anything that pisses you off and you know this fic will look better if it's corrected. All I ask is for a single review of approval or disapproval, what you liked, what I should keep up or turn down and not use again, correct, or whatever! Speak to me, my darlings! I recently get the feeling that redoing this story was a bad idea... For it's rating is so below the previous one's... Please! Tell me what ya think! How else could I possibly know you're even reading it? I feel like this poow wiw' stowy is so stranded compared to it's origin... T.T