Winning the Love of the Handsome Skater

Chapter Twenty-Two: The Price of Control

The long silence stretched over the pair as mute tears made wet trails down the porcelain white skin of the heiress to Capsule Corporation. It was information she hadn't been ready for, hadn't expected and certainly had never seriously wish for her companion… It was something she didn't wish her worst enemies…

Death…and at such a fragile age! She wouldn't make it to her twenties… She would never have a child, she would never have a loving husband… she'd never know a decent love with the person to whom she could see Hailie was more than willing to give her life's worth to… A strong wave of… no, it wasn't pity… it was pure grief… She grieved her recent friend's early departure from this life… She grieved for all that Hailie had the potential to be… She couldn't let this end this way… She couldn't…! She wouldn't!

Removing her hand from her mouth and angrily brushing away her tears with the back of her shaky slim fingers, the inheritress jumped to her feet, a determined glare in her still watery eyes as she launched herself for her room, leaving her guest to her thoughts for only but a minute time, bringing back a sheet of paper and a pen to write with.

"What is that for?" Hailie couldn't help asking. That was certainly not the reaction she had expected. She had known the girl for less than an entire school year, had only made her miserable for more than half the time they'd first met each other and now… what was she doing anyway? She was scribbling something very intently, her usually beautifully legible writing reduced to a boyish penmanship.

"You will go to this address," Bulma began, but paused as she cautiously wrote the address in question, careful not to write down the numbers and letters wrongly, "and you will say that Bulma Briefs sent you for immediate check up. They won't ask any questions, I assure you, as does this," she muttered, almost in a mad-woman-like way as she finished her sentence with her signature at the bottom of the prescription. "Once they see it, they will do as this says. And when you get the results, bring them to me, immediately."

"Bulma, what are you talking about?" Hailie asked exhaustedly, relaxing back in the couch and taking a deep unsteady breath as she did so. She was just so tired… She just wanted to lie down and wait for it until it came… She couldn't go on any longer… Her body grew ever weaker with each strangling breath her tired lungs took in… It was killing her – slowly, but surely. All this anxiety, expectation, and anticipation of the worst… it was so draining… "I am sick and tired of doctors. All they ever say is "I'm sorry", "I'm sorry but we can do nothing for you" and shit of the sort. I am so tired of all of it, Briefs… Don't be that way too…"

"I will not let you die on me!" The other girl startled her with her angry clenched fist slammed on the table by them. She was even further taken aback to see the tears present in Bulma's eyes again as she continued, "I will not let you just go! I will not let you die! I refuse to believe it before I myself can't do any more to reverse it!"

"You can't possibly do anything for it, Bulma; it's been going on for ages—"

"Stop talking to me as if this is something unimportant!" Her infuriated shriek scared her father's cat which ran away from under the couch she was residing. "Stop taking me lightly! Stop talking to me as if I can do nothing! I will not let you die, you hear?" She sobbed mutely, burying her face in her hands. "I don't even know why I'm so… so frustrated over this… You wouldn't understand…" She muttered to her wrists. "He… he loved you, and he still cares for you… You have a boyfriend… his best friend who was ready to stab the most important person in his life just because the guy cared even more about you than Vegeta did…" Another strangled sob escaped her throat hoarsely. "How can you take people's feelings so lightly? How can you give up so easily when neither of them has given up? How can you… how can you not treasure all that you have managed?"

The emerald eyes averted to the window, sightless. She didn't know what to say. She had never allowed herself to think of Vegeta any more, or of the certain death that would come for her about months from now… She couldn't bear the pain it inflicted her, thinking of her Rain… the unshakable cocky bastard… crying for her… with tears strolling down the sides of his beautiful face as he watched the coffin in possession of her body descend into the ground. She moaned and rubbed her temples, trying to rid herself of the atrocious mental image. She didn't want to think of these things, she didn't want to think of how her quitter's nature when things got serious could possibly hurt the two people in her life that she treasured most… How could she live the last of her days with those thoughts in mind? It was simply impossible!

"I will not let you die on me, you hear?" Bulma repeated, once again composing herself, miraculously. The younger girl's strength fascinated Hailie and she couldn't help the curve her lips were forming. She sniffed loudly and grinned fully at her newfound friend now.

"Thanks… for everything, Bulma… I… I can't believe you actually…" She couldn't finish the sentence. The emotions were overwhelming her. She felt so terrible… She felt such an ugly creature by heart for her distrusting nature towards people, because of her initial hatred for the girl that actually made happy the man she couldn't… the man she no longer needed, as much as it hurt her to refer to him that way… Yet Bulma wanted him, she needed him, as much as she now needed her boyfriend… She needed his comfort, she needed to see him, to have him embrace her and assure her that Bulma Briefs was but magician and once she set her mind into something, the young lady would certainly succeed, without a doubt! Finally, the tears started threatening her eyes as well. The other girl laughed lightly.

"It's all fine. I just have a good sixth sense for things of the sort, you can say." The two of them laughed again, brushing their faces with the backs of their hands. "Of course, I'm just starting yet! Don't think that you will get rid of me so easily! You'll be seeing a lot more of me now!"

"I hate it when I have to tell someone about all this shit… It tends to always turn into a mushy scene at the end…" The lavender haired female tittered merrily at the statement; much assured from the other's laughter that she too believed that everything would be fine from now on. After all, one had to believe in life's small miracles to continue living properly, right?

"How can you call this mushy?" The heiress asked mock-accusingly. "This is some serious shit, girl, you have to be serious!"

"Yeah, I know…" Hailie wiped her hands in her clothes, deciding that they were already ruined anyway… She'd have to change first thing she got to her apartment. "But if you take life too seriously, things get ugly again anyway."

There was a sudden insistent ring at the door which startled the girls out of their conversation, hurling another stretched silence over them as their eyes locked both wearing firmly startled looks. The ringing did not cease, yet reduced to mere half a minute intervals as the two girls did not move from their seats.

"Who the hell is that? My parents aren't due for tonight and all my friends are out…" Bulma muttered as Hailie checked her cell phone only to find a few dozen missed calls. She grinned nervously as she viewed the ID and flicked her phone closed back inside her pocket.

"I think that's my boyfriend… and he's pissed… or in a hurry. I hope it's the second. Either way, it's time I go home." She grinned apologetically as she got up. Bulma returned the polite smile as she too got up after her guest, redirecting herself towards the front door.

"That's alright, Hei. I'll see you again tomorrow with those results, I hope?" She said almost intimidating, taking a step closer to the other girl, who only let out a chuckle.

"Sure, boss, whatever you say."

Actually, though Bulma would never admit it to her new friend, she had been itching to meet the infamous "Rain", whom Vegeta spat venom at any moment mentioned and she couldn't help thinking he was some horrible atrocious monster, a macho type of a guy who was incredibly possessive and overall dull. From his deeds in the past she had also figured that he would be some sleazy guy, callous and treacherous by nature and actually anything that the figure that appeared behind the door revealed itself to be…

What she viewed was the perfect twin of her boyfriend, minus the erect flame-like hairdo and voice. He had exactly the same bottomless tell-tale onyx eyes, dark ebony tresses of hair which fell around his head messily in an unruly heap; he had the same mannerisms, the same stance by the frame with his hands crossed over a perfectly built masculine chest and the exactly same death glare blazing in his eyes once they landed on his girlfriend. The lines of his face, so sharp and daring, speaking of stubbornness carried even from his veins, and his body so well sculpted… She couldn't have asked for a better replica of her boyfriend even as the guy spoke,

"Where the hell were you? You got me sick of calling your cell phone for an hour straight!" It had actually been an hour long that the two girls had been conversing? That was sure odd… She hadn't felt the time pass by so quickly at all! She noted that the guy was quite taller than her man though… might have a good several inches above Vegeta's height.

"I was talking to Bulma about something important and I couldn't have my phone interrupting us! I'm sorry! Please forgive me, Rain! But it was something very important to me, try to understand!" Hailie plead in a voice the lavender haired female had never thought she'd hear from the strong-willed girl. She was completely at his mercy, she realized now.

The boy, however, seemed to calm himself some at that, as if his rampaging self had just slammed into a brick wall in his way. He looked at the other occupant of the corridor for the first time since bursting through the front door. He blinked and picked himself together, realizing for the first time where he was – Capsule Corporation main building, with Bulma Briefs, the inheritress of the hugest, most colossal company the world had ever seen, just next to him, studying his irritated features with unveiled interest. He cleaned his throat and placed a smirk that seemed only natural on his face, outstretching his right hand.

"I'm Rain Horikawa, but you have most certainly heard of me before." His voice was confident, stern and spoke volumes of the determination the person possessed. The sound of his voice was slightly higher than Vegeta's, she figured. She took his hand and shook his hand for the sake of politeness. As she looked into his eyes and the smirk on his face, a slight realization dawned on her. The two boys were more than alike… they were almost the same! But the aura the two of them emitted had a huge difference…

While Rain appeared to be nothing of the slime she had expected, but a cheerful, lightly cocky and proud in his stature teenager with laughter in his eyes and a much Goku-like aura about him and his purer smirk, Vegeta's expression she had missed fixed into that pose emanated a sort of… luridness from itself… As if nothing her boyfriend did came from heart or got tainted along the way from all the things he thought about at all times, things that he couldn't get off his mind. Things she wanted to know about and try to help him with… yet he so stubbornly refused to enlighten her about. Now, seeing this boy that seemed to have nothing wrong about him, to have done absolutely nothing wrong while Vegeta acted as if he had committed a crime forbidden by God towards him, she was determined not to take 'no' for an answer the next time she saw her counterpart. She had to fix this mess, and fast… Hailie was not a bad person… just confused! She had done something incredibly stupid, because she probably believed Vegeta would have it easier if he hated her guts. She had been wrong to get to together with him in the first place, as was he when he neglected her feelings, uninterested in them… Rain didn't look like a traitor; she could see it in his eyes… He emitted an air of loyalty… a loyalty she was more than certain he had fully given his most favourite person in the whole wide world while it had been only those two boys… She had to know! She had to try and mend things!

"You can certainly say that again…" She muttered as she finally transferred herself back in present time, letting go of the boy's hand. "I'm Bulma Briefs and you have most probably heard a lot of things about me." He laughed. His chuckle… what a pleasant sound… It reminded her so much of her man… and how much she missed him lately.

"You bet. I can't believe I'm in the middle of Capsule Corps. Living grounds, speaking to the Bulma Briefs herself, my girlfriend's friend, whoa… And here I thought I was a big shot." He laughed again. "How silly I am."

"Rei?" His onyx eyes averted towards the meek voice of his girlfriend. "I think we should go… I want to do some things before we get home…" She exchanged a gaze of certainty with Bulma who nodded at her. The male startled.

"What's the sudden rush? I thought you were the one prolonging the departure earlier." He glared at her childishly, making Bulma hold back a knowing giggle. So alike, so alike…!

"I'll tell you in the car. Well, see you, B! And thank you for everything so much! I hope that one day I can repay you!" She exclaimed as she dragged her boyfriend by his arm, whose hands were stuck in his pockets, the pout still present on his face.

"Oh, you can, you can! I'll see you tomorrow, okay Hei! See ya!" the heiress exclaimed as she waved her friend good-bye while the silver Skoda Fabia pulled out of her driveway and sped down the street. She heaved an exhausted sigh as the hardest part was now to come…

…She had to think of all the information that had been served and think of how to approach her lover. She wouldn't leave things the way they were, or her name wasn't Briefs!

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Things seemed to get only messier between our favourite couple from then on, as Bulma's comprehension on matters by limited knowledge was very small. She didn't know how to act around him, or how to approach him… She didn't know why he strode away from her whenever he saw her down the corridors… He refused to meet her eyes; he didn't talk to her…

It was clear… He was blowing her off… But she wouldn't let it all end that way!

It had all been tops when he stopped coming to school and Goku complained that he didn't come home at night. Something had to be done… and very fast… before their relationship truly ended up in hell…

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That day, Bulma had consulted with Goku and found out that Vegeta hadn't really sold his last apartment. It was now vacant, with all his previous belongings still in place the way he had left them. He had no intention of selling them, Goku had told her, and didn't think of letting anyone rent the apartment for that matter either, yet he didn't live in it himself… He had still not figured out what he wanted to do with it and until he did, it would stay in his possession…

And so, after the third day her boyfriend hadn't shown his face to any of their friends, she took drastic measures and made her way towards his old residence.

As she reached the door in question, she found it oddly unlocked. Deciding not to linger too much over such tedious small matters such as his security knowing how capable he was of protecting himself, she invited herself in after poking her head inside, and finding herself all alone in a small corridor. Closing the door quietly, she inspected the closest room in her reach and found it to be a quite tidy bathroom… with a broken mirror hanging on one hinge on the wall. She exited just as quietly as she had entered her next choice of a room turning out to be quite correct this time.

His back was turned to her as he was lying on his side, the back of his head facing the door. Had she not been completely certain that his chest was rising and falling rhythmically she would've panicked that he had passed out or – she slapped herself mentally for that thought – died on that bed from dehydration or God only knows what… He was either sleeping or pretending to be asleep but in both cases she planned on letting herself in and bringing him out of his shell that he was willing to let himself rot in until he died from all the mental turmoil he was putting himself through.

So, picking up a chair, she sat herself next to his bed and watched him sleep as she did so. She checked the alarm clock that seemed more than untouched in the last year or so, reading the time on its dusty surface. 6:17 pm, it said. Well, she had time to wait for him to will himself to talk to her or even face her for that matter. They were still officially together and the least he owed her was a decent conversation why he was breaking up with her in such a shitty way.

By 6:39 she was certain that he was only pretending to sleep as his breathing wasn't as shallow as she remembered from the nights after their intense love-making sessions, all those months ago. She frowned tightly as the memory only served to fuel her determination even more. How could he throw away all these wonderful things they had together? And why? He had to give her a very good reason if he wanted to get rid of her so badly!

The heavy choking silence stretched on and on as the alarm measured the minutes since her arrival. He wouldn't stop… He wouldn't quit… He didn't want to talk to her; he didn't want to see her… Vegeta Ouji had never been afraid in his entire existence… He was a man of honour, a boy of his word and pride… But now he was afraid. He was afraid that he couldn't keep himself back from hurting others… even subconsciously… He couldn't refrain from losing grip on that demonic creature inside of him that clawed his chest from his insides for him to let it loose over the unsuspecting innocent people that called themselves his friends, fellow citizens and… planet inhabitants. His eyes squeezed shut tighter as he willed the dreadful picture that had shot through his mind away. He wouldn't let her annoy him; he wouldn't let her make him lose his cool… He was strong enough to endure this, even with all the voices in the back of his head disagreeing with him, telling him what a loser he had been his entire life, threatening him to blow them away, to scare them off… so they could destroy all that was still human and normal in him, the tiny piece of sanity that he still possessed…

"It's not a problem; I can stay as long as you want me to until you decide on talking," she said sardonically as her hands picked up a book from the nearby desk and flipped it open, her eyes scanning the sheets of old paper vacuously. Bulma heard a satisfying growl which meant that her comment had hit the jackpot. She had pissed him off and he would no longer be able to treat her as if she wasn't even in the same room with her.

"Then you can as well as rot there, because I will not speak to you about anything, get it?" There was something truly hostile and intimidating in his voice, rather a different case from his usual empty threats, but she still didn't budge. She had come here with a reason and she wouldn't get out until this goal was fulfilled. And she wasn't much closer to fulfilling it than the moment she stepped over the room's threshold.

"Fine then," she stated and kicked her feet back, relaxing her spine against the chair, eyes now zooming through the sentences of the book she had decided on, deciding that filling her time with something was quite better than doing nothing at all.

"That bastard Kakarott told you where to find me, didn't he." It was more of a statement than a question because there was no other person who could name his previous apartment's location as he hadn't told anyone where he lived. Famous though he was, no one knew where he lived, which saved him quite a lot of publicity. And he had enjoyed that solitude… until things in his life had fallen apart completely till a point where he could no longer tolerate the place and felt an urgent need to move out.

"Yes and no – even though he named the place I could just as well find it on my own. I'm Bulma Briefs, remember? Once I was your girlfriend, I can't tell if you still remember me though…" She murmured angrily, her accusing tone harping on a cord that had been bothering Vegeta for some time now. Yet no matter how badly he wanted to yell at her, he wouldn't… He couldn't risk it… He couldn't dare take the chance to lose control… which was growing thinner than a hair with every passing moment he spent, hiding like a coward from incorporeal creatures from a dimension entirely different than his own.

"Aren't we touchy now…?"

"We girls tend to get that way when we don't even know a thing about our most loved ones and they wouldn't even look us in the eye." She flipped a page loudly. He didn't honour this with a retort. He glared angrily at the wall, falling in another childish fit of stubborn silence.

"You're right – you know nothing about me. And that pisses you off, doesn't it? Being held in the dark by someone inferior than you are…" he hissed the words, bearing his pearly white teeth at the wall at his front.

"I have never acknowledge you inferior than me; you do this yourself and without much of a reason, if I may add. Secondly, no, I don't like being held in the dark, but as long as I can at least see your eyes, it would've been okay with me. Now I will not move from her until you tell me what the hell is goddamn wrong with you, why you won't forgive your best friend and your ex-girlfriend and just what the hell is your problem with me."

Before she could realize it, she was pinned to the ground with her frenzy-driven boyfriend atop her, a berserk gaze fixed in his dark usually indifferent eyes, now ebony pools ablaze with an insatiable fire that wanted to destroy everything in its way…

"You want to know what my problem with you is?" He hissed breathlessly, his voice more intimidating and scaring the daylights out of her than she had ever seen him. "You want to know why I don't look at you? You want to know what my fucking problem is? I'll tell you what my fucking problem is!" He yelled atop his lungs, a vein on his forehead bulging from the strain. He was close enough for her to feel the rampant beat of his heart, his body coursing with adrenaline now. "I can no longer hold back, I can no longer keep my mind clear, I can no longer have a peaceful second, and especially around the likes of you. There, are you happy now? Will you finally leave me be?" He got up angrily, letting her recoil from the surprise tackle. She placed herself on her feet again, her eyes glaring at the back of his head as his body rested on his hands atop the desk neighbouring her.

"You didn't answer my question really, Vegeta…" She gave her life another chance, risking her welfare with the rampant teen that seemed to no longer be able to tolerate her indeed. She had never, ever, seen him so angry before… Not with Hailie, not with Juuhachigou, not with anyone… "Something's bothering you, I know it… and if you tell me maybe I can help you—"

"I am not one of your idiotic dilly-dally fools of friends, Bulma!" His fist slammed into the wood…

…and it collapsed immediately with a pained moan of destroyed wood in a heap of rubble on the floor.

Both of them stared wordlessly, breathlessly, in complete silence at the pile of trash that had once been a desk. Vegeta's fist was shaking as he looked at it and unclenched it. He had done it… he lost it… He let go of himself in front of her, he would hurt her in that pace… Even worse, he could –he could…

"How…" Her voice was hoarse and quiet, so she cleared her throat and tried again. "How did you do that…?" Her voice was as pale and ghostly as her face was… Distant and almost horrified…

"Get out… now." He sounded menacing and spoke with a finality that was rivaled by no intervention. But he was dealing with an incredibly stubborn female… And not matter how scared she was, it was her Vegeta, her Vegeta… And he was in hard times when the last thing he needed was for him to be left all alone, in a dark room, all to his plaguing thoughts that ate on his mind and sanity. No, she wouldn't leave him alone!

"You may think I know nothing of hardship, but maybe that is exactly why you should confide in me." She began cautiously, observing the side of his profile as it stayed in its impassive stance. Not a muscle moved on his face.

"I am not normal and you know it…" He muttered under his breath.

"And that's all the more reason I love you… Because you're different…"

"Control has a price that I have been able to give all these years… But now that price has suddenly risen too high. I can no longer pay it." His hollow psychopathically vacuous eyes stared widely at her, their ebony waters swallowing her in their intensity and entirety… She lost herself in them completely… retrospecting all the times she had stared deep into them, as his body was close to her, close enough for her to feel his breath on her neck, making her grow goose flesh… She wanted to console him, to help him overcome his hardships… She wanted to truly be a part of his life, no matter how much he thought her trustworthy yet refused to share his problems with her.

"Elaborate for me please?"

"This power… it has surged in my veins for decades… For the fifteen and a half years of my conscious life I felt it moving inside me… But I have been able to hold it back at bay for all this time… I had been capable of restraining it from hurting innocents, from destroying me too… But now it is becoming too strong… The voices in the back of my head…" Bulma quirked a worried eye brow at that, "They urge me to kill… to plunder the world in darkness, to destruct, to incinerate innocents… to spill blood with gallons… to destroy every weakness of mine, to make myself perfect and to be stronger than anyone else…" He looked at his shaking hands with the same widely open eyes, a certain degree of madness written in them. "And I can no longer contain in, Bulma…" He almost whimpered. "I can no longer pay the price of control… I can't… It keeps plaguing me, nagging at me…"

"Vegeta…" She kneeled next to him on the grounds as he had collapsed there somewhere in the middle of his brainless muttering. "Come home with me… I'll make you a good dinner so you feel stronger and—"

"I don't want to be stronger! I don't want to let go of this way of existence! Don't you understand? I can kill you with a flick of my wrist if you drive me too far!" He yelled at her, wrenching himself out of her reach. She smiled kindly at him.

"You haven't done it yet, have you?" Her logic followed no pattern to him, held no sense and still, with all her audacity, she neared him again and tried to coax him into joining her beautiful, comfortable home once again… How he was tempted to take her offer, to give into sweet ignorance again… to play innocent and to do as if nothing ever happened, as if there weren't any scary images flashing through his head, as if he wasn't feeling like a blood-thirst soon-to-be murderer… but he couldn't…

"You don't understand anything…" He shook his head inadequately, almost confirming her worries that he had gone insane in the time he spent locked up in the hollow dark apartment those past few days, not drinking or eating anything.

"Then tell me so I understand."

Her words had been the top for him. Three days of dehydration, lack of any nourishment and grief over past mistakes that nagged at him and wanted him to release something from deep inside that he had pressured his entire life… His last bit of control and self-perseverance instincts reduced to ashes as his temper erupted like a volcano, an invisible wave knocking her off her feet back on the ground again. His vein was pulsing, his head was throbbing, and his chest was in a vice that pulled him tighter and tighter in its grip with each and every second that he held all of it inside… He was anti-social and didn't need anyone… He didn't need to confide in anyone, he didn't want to trust a person because he would get hurt again, and he knew that! And still he couldn't hold back any longer, the restrained power needed to be released… Years of torment needed to be poured out to the world once again, memories needed to be relived from first second to the bitter end… He needed to get over all those monsters, to prove stronger than them… yet he couldn't find the inner strength to do so any longer… He couldn't hold on… He couldn't find the power after all those sleepless nights filled with nightmares in the moments he actually dozed off to compile all those memories into one chronological line and relive them in his head… He just couldn't… He wanted, needed a release… It hurt him from the inside… He felt as if he would reduce to tiny pieces any second now… because the energy that he held inside could exist no longer in the small confines of his body…

She wanted to understand!

"How can you possibly fucking understand how it feels to see the only person that ever loved you or put their trust in you raped and killed before your very eyes? How can you understand how it feels to be humiliated as you have the daylights beat out of you by a person you call respectfully "father" and do everything in your infantile self's power to please his whim, yet it seems to him it's never good enough? How can you possibly comprehend how it feels to have your back stabbed by all three people you have trusted after such a shitty childhood, and to have not a single ounce of respect for people afterwards? How can you possibly understand what it is to be called a freak and monster by children? How can you possibly understand how it feels to be me? HOW?" He hollered the final word with his entire strength, collapsing face-first on the floor after that, his head in his arms as he curled in a ball, as if to protect him from possible strikes. His body was rocking with mute convulses that painfully reminded of breathless sobs… but Bulma daren't think of them that way…

She just stood there, awe-struck as he watched her boyfriend, her role model, the strongest person she had encountered in her entire life, a broken heap on the floor, his eyes dry and refusing him any release from the grief that had built in him for all those years of loneliness. She didn't know what to say as she just watched him with hollow eyes…

…So this was the bitter price of control…

The only sound that could be heard between the two of them for a long gap of time Vegeta's short intakes of breaths and Bulma's intermittent ones… Her heart hit so loudly against her chest she thought she could hear it clearly in her ear drums…

Manhandled, mistreated, mislead, betrayed, lonely and still standing strong and tall… She blinked as she observed him, chest still rising and falling rapidly… mute was his tantrum against the fate that was thrown on him, seemingly never to be broken…

…This was the price of control he had paid for so long…

It scared her…

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