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Well here is chapter four! woo hoo! ahaha, all right.. Now same as last time, I enjoy all sorts of reviews! I put a little thing in my bio/profile thingy too.. So I'm not going to say it again.. I just want you all to know I absolutely love reviews! ahaha.. Now the Thank you's to my lovely reviewers! Thank you Anna, Heiress2thethrone, Nancy, Megami, ForeVer-Vegeta's-12, and Spini for reviewing!
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"Ah!" Bulma laughed as she slid into the living room. "Ah! Oh my God, stop!" She laughed as Vegeta came behind her grabbing her around the waist.
"Gotcha!" He laughed then nipped at her neck.
Bulma giggled as she tried to free herself from Vegeta's grip. "Ow!" She cried but still laughing. "That one hurt!" She giggled as Vegeta started to sway until the were both lying on the leather couch next to where they were standing.
Vegeta smirked up at her as she positioned herself so she was lying on top of him, her arms crossed over his chest, with her chin rested on top of her wrist. Bulma smiled down at him, seeing her reflection through his black orbs for eyes.
"What do you want to do tonight, women?" He asked as he moved sideways causing her to be sandwiched between him and the couch.
"I don't know. Maybe we should go to Krillin's party.. We didn't go to the last one and I feel bad.."
"I vote for sex!" Vegeta smirked then kissed her neck.
"No! We like have to go to that party! It'll be fun and besides we can have that when we get home.." She said seductively.
Vegeta smirked. "All right women. You have a deal." He then rolled off the couch and landed on the hard wood floor with a thump. "Damnit!" He cursed as he slowly lifted himself. "I don't want to stay long, only a couple hours, so don't get all pissed when I tell you we're leaving."
"What do you mean you don't want to stay long! This will be one of our last parties we go to with like our whole class! Graduation's next week and you only want to be there for 'a couple of hours'!"
"Exactly. This is 'one' of our last parties. There will be others, especially after graduation.."
"Ugh.. Whatever.. You're being an ass.." Bulma said and walked towards Vegeta's back door that lead to the garage.
Vegeta walked in front of her to open the door and turn on the lights. The lights flickered then illuminated the garage. "Where are your dad's cars?"
"One's at the airport the others are at the 'shop'."
Bulma smirked. "So he still doesn't trust you with his cars?"
"Yep. He's still pissed about the old Stangggg.." Vegeta said dragging out the 'g' sarcastically in Stang, meaning Mustang. Then headed towards a 1998 Kawasaki motorcycle.
"No!" Bulma protested as Vegeta took two helmets off of a nearby shelf. "Let's take the corvette, it's raining out!"
Vegeta glared. "We'll get there sooner on the bike, besides it'll be easier to park."
"Didn't you hear me? It's raining!" She yelled as she gestured to the sky light window. The sky was black and the window soaked with rain..
Vegeta grunted. "That's what the helmets are for." He smirked.
"No!"
"Yes!"
"No Vegeta! No!"
Vegeta growled. "Fine, damnit! We'll take the damn car!"
Bulma smiled then hopped into the black corvette. Vegeta slammed his door and started the ignition, peeling out onto the slick streets.
"So where'd your dad go anyways?" Bulma asked as she flipped through the radio stations.
"England, then he's going to Japan. He'll be back in a month or so.." He said. Suddenly Bulma screamed. Vegeta swerved slightly then angrily screamed at her "Don't do that!"
"Oh my God!" She screamed again ignoring what he had just said. "Bowie!" Bulma clapped her hands then turned up the awesomely, talented singer David Bowie, and his original, beautifully, composed song, Fashion!
Vegeta grunted. Then smirked as Bulma started to sway and sing along with the legendary singer.
"There's a brand new dance,
but I don't know it's name,
That people from bad homes,
do again and again
It's big and it's bland,
full of tension and fear
They do it over there but we don't do it here!" Bulma clapped her hands twice. Then continued to sing, "Fashion! Turn to the left" As she turned she elbowed Vegeta wanting him to join. "Turn to the right! Oooohh fashion!" She leaned on Vegeta's shoulder and continued to sing "We are the goon squad and were coming to town!"
Vegeta smiled and beeped his horn twice as Bowie and Bulma sang "beep beep!"
Bulma smiled as Vegeta began to sing along with her for the next verse "Listen to me"
"Don't listen to me"
"Talk to me"
"Don't talk to me"
"Dance with me"
"Don't dance with me!" Bulma sang, as Vegeta beeped the horn twice again, with the song.
Bulma smiled at Vegeta, but Vegeta wasn't smiling back. She frowned. "What's wrong?" She asked as the song went on.
"Wake up." He said to her plainly.
"What?" she asked as she squinted, as a bright light seemed to be headed towards them.
"Wake up." He said again as he turned to his left to face the bright light.
Bulma could hardly see anymore as the light filled the car. She blinked.
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Bulma slowly opened her eyes to see darkness surrounding her. She rubbed her eyes. Giving them a chance to adjust to the dark. Looking in front of her she saw the hairy back of her fiancé, Yamcha.
"Urgh.." She grunted with disgust, as she turned to her right to read the green neon digits, on the present Mickey Mouse was holding. It read '3: 12 am'. "Urgh!" She grunted again as she rolled onto her back to stare up at the ceiling.
She yawned and pulled the covers up to shield her from the cold. She continued to stare as she let her mind wonder to the dream she had just had. This wasn't the first time her mind had replayed that night to her in dream form. It had been haunting her for a week now. Not letting her sleep.
She grunted in frustration. Then turned to face the Mouse. The green light blinked as it changed to '3: 13 am'. 'I need to sleep,' she thought to herself. 'I'm not suppose to be up for another three hours.' She then buried her head in her pillow.
She laid there sleepless for about ten minutes. Then rolled onto her back. "I should just get ready" she mumbled. Then got up and headed for the shower.
After her shower, and getting dress, she looked in the mirror. She didn't want to look like a slob, but didn't want to dress too nice so she settled for a pair of jeans, and a white, V- neck sweater, with a white, lacy cami underneath.
Walking into the kitchen she glanced at the clock. 4: 10. "Two more hours." She muttered as she hoisted herself onto the kitchen counter next to the refrigerator. She sat there staring for a while. Yamcha and her planned to wake up at 6 am and be on the road by 6: 45. Chi Chi wanted them all to be at her house by 10 am, at the latest. Bulma thought that was a ridiculous hour. 'No one is going to be there that early..' She thought as she kicked her legs lightly against the oak cabinets.
She sighed and looked out the window opposite the room. The sun was starting to rise, but it wasn't completely risen. She could hardly see Capsule Corporation from where she was sitting; but she knew it was there. She frowned. Ever since her father basically retired, and she became CEO, nothing had been the same. Sure she liked running Capsule Corp.; well she ran it for the most part. Her father still had meetings he went to, and he also still traded, bought, and sold products with other companies. She was in control but at the same time she wasn't.
Ever since she had Yamcha move to New York with her, things between them have been different. He felt they were closer and connecting. But, she felt the 'closer' they got, or the more 'connected' they were; the more suffocated she felt. She hated that he never cleans up after himself. She hated how he asked her where she was going, if she left when he was home. She hated how he never even tried to cook dinner for her. She hated his clumsiness. She hated his fat lips. She hated that she brought home all the money, and he brought squat..
He was lazy and sat in front of the T.V when he wasn't at 'work'. She hated his job. He managed a cafe/ book store. Sit 'N Read. It was never busy. 'Who the hell wants to purchase a novel at a place called 'Sit 'N Read'! There's a fucking Borders and a Starbucks across the fucking street!' She thought this every time he brought up the store.
She sighed and stared at the cabinet above the refrigerator. She got on her knees and reached up to the cabinet. Opening it, she moved aside the ceramic turkeys, pumpkins, and other assorted Autumn decorations that she was given. She hated having a late November birthday. Christmas and Autumn decorations were shoved in her face each year.
She nervously pawed at the back of the cabinet until she felt it in her hand. The cool, small, glossy packet made her sigh with relief. She continued to search until her hand grazed another small item. The smooth plastic made her smile as she pulled both items out. She never thought the sight of Camel cigarettes and a half empty, purple lighter would make her this happy.
Jumping down from the counter she took a glance at the clock. 4: 24. She had over an hour. She walked to the front door. Slipping on her Dr. Martins, and a large black pull over hoodie she walked out the door and into the hall way. She headed in the opposite direction then the elevator, towards a door that read 'Stairs'.
She loved being on the top floor. Her and Yamcha had the roof to themselves. They did share the top floor with the old lady who lived across the hall. But what eighty year old is going to climb the flight of stairs to go on the roof?
Reaching the door to the roof; Bulma pulled it open and was greeted by a cold wind. Shutting the door behind her; Bulma cupped her hands around the cigarette, pressed between her teeth, to light it. She smiled as she drew in the first drag. Parting her lips slightly she let smoke escape. This was her weakness.
She had to smoke them on the roof. She told Yamcha she quit a month after they started dating. She was lying of course. She was addicted to them.
"It's all Vegeta's fault." She muttered taking in another puff of burning tobacco. She walked to the edge and looked down at the already busy streets of New York City. As she sighed a cloud of smoke appeared infront of her.
Vegeta was fourteen when he started to smoke. He had stole them from his dad's den. He told her that she shouldn't smoke. Yet he did it anyways.
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"Smoking's bad for you." Vegeta coughed as he pulled the thin white stick away from his lips. Not trying to be ironic..
"Then why are you smoking!" Bulma yelled at him.
"Because," he started inhaling another puff from the Camel. "I'm older than you. So it's okay if I smoke." He coughed.
"You're only like five months older then me, Vegeta!"
"Oh, shut up! You're still thirteen! You're the youngest, so there fore you're not old enough to smoke!"
"Urgh! You're not old enough to smoke! You can't smoke until you're eighteen!" Bulma said angrily, trying to take the cigarette away from him.
"Hey!" He yelled as he turned away from her. "I'll let you smoke when you turn fourteen, all right!"
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Bulma flicked ashes into the wind. Vegeta did give her a cigarette on her fourteenth birthday. She remember how much she coughed, and how much Vegeta laughed at her for coughing.
She didn't try smoking again until she was sixteen. When Vegeta offered her another cigarette. She didn't cough that time. Vegeta and her would smoke together between classes and after school. Vegeta was more addicted to it then she was. She only felt like she needed one when she was nervous or upset. She was more of a social smoker really. Vegeta was a chain smoker.
Stepping on her cigarette she headed back inside. When she opened the door to her apartment she saw a hall light on. So she shoved the pack and lighter into her hoodie pocket. Stepping out of her shoes, she walked towards the source of light.
Yamcha was in the bathroom shaving. He was up early, it was only 5: 20. "You're up early." She said walking past the bathroom and into their bedroom.
She picked up her suitcase from off the floor as he called out "Yea, well I figured you would want to go see your old friends as soon as possible. So I got up early for you!"
"Oh." She said as she hauled her bag into the kitchen. She grabbed the package and lighter out of her pocket and shoved them into her purse. She knew she would most likely need a smoke during this reunion.
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The two had been driving for about two hours. It was 8: 06. The current song Bulma had chose to blast over the speakers was the timeless song 'Golden Years' by the renowned David Bowie.
"Last night they loved you, opening doors and pulling some strings, angel
Come get up my baby,
In walked luck and you looked in time,
Never look back, walk tall, act fine
Come get up my baby-" Bowie's magnificent lyrics were cut short; as Yamcha turned the music down so it was hardly audible.
"Bulma?" He asked.
She sighed then asked. "Yea?"
"You never really told me what your friends names were. Not even what they look like. I know Goku and Chi Chi, but I want to be able to pick the others out when we get there.."
"All right." Bulma sighed. "Well there's Krillen. He's about my height and he's bald. I think he became a lawyer, I'm not sure. Chi said he's brining his girl friend. Then there's Launch. She changes her hair color between blonde and dark blue a lot. So I'm not sure what color hair she'll have. She's taller then me, and she's bringing her boyfriend. There's Marron. She has light blue hair like mine. Out of my friends I like her the least. The only reason why she's friends with us is because Krillen dated her in like 9th grade. She sort of clung to us for some reason, I don't know why. I guess I'm the only one who doesn't really like her. I know Chi doesn't like her either."
"Oh.." Yamcha said.
"I know that sounded mean, but she always does something to piss me off. I don't know why.."
"Don't worry about it, babe. There's always one person who has to be the loser of the group. The person not everyone really likes." (A/N: I stole the loser of the group from Seinfeld ahaha)
Bulma sighed. "Yea."
"So is that all of them?" Yamcha asked.
"No. There's one more. Vegeta. He has black, flamed hair. He's a little shorter than you, and he's a complete jackass. He likes to bullshit a lot, so remember more than half of what he says is a lie."
"So you have two losers in your group?" Yamcha asked laughing.
"No. Vegeta is just the jackass of the group."
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Kay well there you have it, that was chapter four! I hope you liked it! I know the ending sort of sucked but what ever.. Now for the reviews. I really just want people's opinion on the fan fic. I'll post chapter five after some reviews..
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