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Alright you guys.. this is.. the very last chapter.. very sad.. not for me, but maybe you.. About the epilogue, no there will not be one.. About the sequel, there might be one.. maybe.. The thing is, I really hate Trunks, Goten, Gohan, Videl, and Pan.. If I do make one it'll focus on Vegeta and Bulma.. Trunks is okay though.. I guess.. I just really despise 'the children of GT'.. GT is the most moronic, boring, annoying, not funny at all, saga my eyes have ever had the displeasure to be scarred by.. I probably will.. I'm still not 100 positive.. ahaha.. So possibly.. Any ways.. Here are my very loyal reviewers, most of whom, have stuck with me and reviewed since the very beginning.. Thank you Bebex2xsweet, Katie Baby, Megami, Yomegagurl01, Cilvanti, Heiress2thethrone, Nintendocat, Vampiress- 06, Schiza- The- Bad- Saiyan- Lover, Spini, Terry, Another B/V Lover, and Sakura Trees!! Thanks for all the awesome, wonderful, terrific, great, sweet, lovely, supercalifradilisticexpialidocious, vital, inspiring reviews!! Also thank you everyone who took the time to read my fan fiction, even if you didn't review, seeing the amount of hits motivated me to write more!! Thank you!!
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Bulma frowned at her reflection through her vanity mirror. Her hair was done up in a curly bun, with two curls left down to frame her face. Her make up was classic light eyes, dark lips. She was wearing a silky, red, halter dress, with matching red pumps. Her nails, perfectly manicured like always. Jewelry wise she was wearing sparkling diamond earrings, and a simple, single stone, diamond, hanging elegantly off of a thin silver chain. She looked flawless but, by the expression on her face, didn't feel flawless. She was forty-five minutes late, and counting, for Vegeta's Christmas party. She wasn't only delayed on her way home, but also spent hours nit-picking flaws only visible by her eyes.
"I don't even want to go anymore." Bulma muttered to herself as she sat down on the edge of her mattress. She rubbed the corner of her aqua eye, as she recalled the incidents that occurred in the last hours.
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After Vegeta left, Bulma didn't have much to do. She made a toast to the faculty that hadn't already left, then decided to go home to prepare herself for the party. The worst part of the streets in New York City in the winter, are they are more crowded than usual for the holiday season, they're slick, and they're covered with black slush. While Bulma slipped her way down the streets, she fumbled with her phone, trying to call Chi Chi. With a shove from a passerby, and her footing giving out on the ice, Bulma and her cell phone sat in the black slush on the streets in New York City. "You're fucking kidding me!" Bulma yelled as a business man rushed past, stepping on her phone. "Aargh!" She growled as she helplessly tried to stand.
"Bulma?" Came a familiar squeak.
To Bulma, this voice was brain grating. A rusty nail up against an old, worn chalkboard would sound better to her. Bulma slowly raised her head to make eye contact with Marron. Marron had a 'giddy' expression on her face and had her arm intertwined with non-other than Yamcha. Bulma felt the verge of tears. She swallowed the lump forming in her throat. She blinked twice before deciding to answering.
"What's up." Bulma said, sounding dumb being that she was sitting on the sidewalk in black slush.
"Are you all right?" Marron asked as Yamcha extended his hand for her to take.
'Do I look all right you fucking whore! Go eat shit and die bitch.' Bulma screamed in her thoughts. Bulma then glared at Yamcha's hand. His dirty, cheating hand. She could see the skank germs crawling all over his hand. Yes. Between every wrinkle in his hand lived a colony of whore germs. She felt the verge of tears threaten again as she pathetically took the infested hand. She swallowed the larger lump and then, in a very Vegeta like manner, grunted, "I'm fine."
"Yea, these sidewalks are pretty unkempt." Yamcha said as Bulma steadied herself. no longer a hint of tears.
'Yea just like you. Dirty whore. Go eat shit and die ass hole.' "Uh huh." Bulma muttered as she shouldered her blackened purse.
"Well it's been nice seeing you again Bulma." Marron said with a large condescending grin.
Bulma closed her eyes then looked into Yamcha's. "Right." She muttered sarcastically, as she started to walk away.
"Bulma wait!" Yamcha called after her.
Bulma turned around to see both of them heading towards her. "What," she demanded through gritted teeth, something else that made her resemble Mr. Vegeta Ouiji.
"You forgot your phone," Marron chirped. She then opened her hands to reveal her blue razor in all it's crushed glory.
Tears began to threaten again as that feeling of being alone and looking pathetic ran through her thoughts. Yamcha was seeing her at her worst. If Yamcha saw her again, Bulma wanted him to feel miserable and look alone. Not in the reverse. This and the fact that her, once completely wickedly sweet, phone was now reduced to two separate pieces. Wires sticking out in various spots, a cracked screen, and a heel print across the key pad. Bulma looked back up at Marron. She was still holding the broken phone. "Why would I want it now? It's been reduced to a slushy piece of crap. It isn't going to work, and it's probably beyond repair. Why would you think I'd want it now?"
"Well I-" Marron began but was interrupted by Yamcha.
"She was just trying to be helpful." He defended.
Bulma's eyebrow quirked. "Helpful? She's being a moron, and you're just as bad by coming to her rescue. What's wrong with you? We broke up like three days ago and you're already traipsing around with your little whore clinging to your arm?"
"Exactly, you two broke up." Marron butted in. "Why shouldn't we be able to walk around together? Stop acting so jealous Bulma, it makes you sound pathetic."
"Jealous? Marron, fair warning. Yamcha cheated on me with many a whore, other than yourself. If I were you, I'd watch myself. Once a cheating dog, always a cheating dog. But then again, you deserve each other don't you? You both cheat, and you're both dogs, so that makes you both an equal pair, wouldn't you say?" Bulma smirked back at frowning Marron. "Don't act so glum, Marron. It's almost Christmas. I'm sure Yamcha will surprise you with a delightful Mickey Mouse clock, or maybe he'll give you his dog, Pluto. Well I have to get to a party soon, so I'll see you two, actually. Scratch that. I'll see you, Marron, next time Chi Chi throws a reunion. Bye." Bulma then walked away.
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Bulma looked down at her hand, where she had rubbed her eyes. There was a black smudge of eyeliner and mascara on her finger tip. She knew her spew was irrational and a bit childish. She didn't care. She hated both of them and didn't want to ever see them again. She hated her friends. Krillen and Goku were okay. She was mad at Chi Chi for not picking up her phone. Once again juvenile, but she no longer cared. Vegeta. The more she thought about the past. The more mixed her emotions about Vegeta became. Deep down she knew she loved him, but at the surface she was afraid. Afraid what would happen if they tried to pick up the shattered pieces.
Bulma exhaled and stood. She'd just go to the party for maybe an hour or so. Then she'd leave. She walked to her closet to pick out a pair of pumps when her phone rang. She rolled her eyes and walked out of her room and over to the phone. Before she could say hello, she was greeted by a, "Where are you?!"
"At my house, duh."
She heard a throaty growl come on the other end, "You better hurry your ass up and get here, now, woman!"
"How'd you get my home phone number?"
"Kakkorats harpy." He stated simply
"You went to the trouble to call Goku and ask what my number was? Awe how thoughtful 'Geta."
The growl returned.
Bulma smiled. "So I see you've sobered up a bit since we last talked. That's good. I actually figured you might be wasted by now, knowing how much you hate business parties."
"Hmph. I need to be sober to finalize some things." He said this a bit derisively.
"What are you finalizing?" Bulma asked with curiosity as she walked back into her room.
"Don't worry about it."
"Urgh, I hate it when people say that, it's annoying." She grumbled as she picked out, and put on a pair of shiny red pumps. "Well, I'm pretty much ready, so I'll talk to you when I get there, kay?" She then headed back to the phone hanger upper.. (A/N - I don't know the name for that thing.. ahaha..)
Vegeta grunted as a displeased response.
"Hm, well I love you too, bye." She said this a bit trenchantly before hanging up the phone. She exhaled exasperately as she walked back into her room to get her coat and purse. Walking to the front door she flicked off the lights, then headed out the door.
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Bulma's eyes watered as she stared at her reflection in the mirror. She had on her white graduation gown, along with her white graduation cap; which sat on her perfectly straight, aqua hair. Her skin tone was a pale pink; her eyeliner and mascara, were black smudges under her ocean blue eyes. A small square piece of gauze was taped on her left cheek, where a piece of glass had cut her. It hadn't fully headled. A tear ran down her cheek and she quickly wiped it away. It was over. Her high school years were gone. She had dreamed for this day since the beginning. This of course, wasn't the reason for her tears. Her tears were for Vegeta. Vegeta was still checked into the hospital. Still lying helplessly on that stiff cot. High School graduation, weather you loved school or not, would always be considered an important date in your lifelong calendar. And Vegeta would be missing it.
Her thoughts were interrupted when her mother cooed, "Bulma, sweetheart, come down stairs! You don't want to be late for you biiigg daaayy!"
Bulma sniffled then used her thumb to wipe away the excess black that was darkening her lower lids. She had to get over this. Vegeta wasn't going, and there was nothing she could do. It was just one fling he would miss. It wasn't the end of the world. Bulma walked down stairs, and was immediately blinded by flashes from her mother's camera.
"Awe you look so adorable, sweetheart!" Her mother said with tears in her eyes.
Her father kissed the top of her head and said, "You look beautiful sweetie." Then was ushered in front of the fireplace for a round of photos.
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By the time Bunny was finished with the photos, they were almost late. As her father pulled into a free parking space he said, "We'll try to sit as close as possible."
"Bulma try and find us, so we can take some nice pictures!" Her mother added as Bulma exited the car.
"Uh huh, love you too." Bulma answered with out paying any attention to what they had said. Bulma looked around the front of the school. All the groups looked the same. Everyone seemed to blend into one, as she walked through the clusters of white. Finally she spotted her group. As suspected Chi Chi and Marron were crying. Goku and Krillen tried to comfort their sobbing girlfriends; while Launch was talking quickly and excitedly to the group that didn't seem to be paying much attention. "Hey you guys." Bulma said to the group as she got closer.
"Oh Bulma!" Chi Chi cried through tears, as she hugged Bulma. She no longer had any eye or cheek make-up on. Some had dripped off onto her gown, most was on her sleeve and Goku's shoulder. "This is the saddest day, ever!"
"It's all right Chi. It's not like we're never going to see each other again. We'll all still hang out," Bulma tried to comfort.
"It's not the same!" She wailed in reply as she moved from Bulma to Marron, who also was still crying.
Bulma rolled her eyes. "I'm almost glad to leave." She muttered.
"Almost?" Launch butted in. "Try very, very, very glad!" Launch shouted at Chi Chi and Marron, who had began to slow down, but started up again at Launch's shout.
"Launch how can you say that?!" Marron yelled back through tears.
Launch rolled her eyes at Marron, and ignored the question. "So, on a more serious note," Launch began as she hushed her voice. "How's Vegeta doing?"
"Yea," Goku said turning from his whimpering girlfriend. "I didn't have time to see him today, did you go?"
Bulma nodded, and felt the verge of tears at the earlier event. Vegeta was repeatedly pushing the morphine button. Over, and over again. His right eye was opened wide and dilated. He talked quickly, with hints of pain. He said things that didn't make sense. The only thing that he said that made sense was, 'I love you,' and 'Have fun at the meeting.' She guessed 'meeting' meant graduation. "He was better than he was yesterday." Bulma said, trying to sound more happy than sad. "He's still on that morphine though, and that makes him a little," Bulma made a swirling motion next to her head with her finger.
Goku nodded. "Well that's good that he's doing better."
Bulma nodded and was going to say something, but the PA went on. "All right, ladies and gentlemen. We're are going to need you to get into your assigned places for the entrance lines."
The group frowned and Chi Chi let out a lamenting whimper.
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Bulma entered the party at a fashionable one hour and forty seven minutes late. As she walked through the double doors the man sitting behind a podium asked her name. "Bulma Briefs." She stated simply, and awaited approval.
"I'm sorry I don't seem to have a Bulma Briefs on the list." The man said, a bit too smugly for such a short, skinny bouncer.
Bulma's eyebrow arced. "What do you mean I'm not written on that stupid list." Bulma said with compressed anger.
The man nodded, "The name 'Bulma Briefs' is not printed on this list. I'm sorry ma'am."
"Let me see that!" She yelled at him as she snatched it from his hands. Bulma ignored the pathetic protest he shouted at her every so often, as she read through the names on the list. She looked through every 'B' last name on that list, and not one of them was Briefs. Her eyes narrowed with anger. "Damn prick." Bulma muttered as she let her eyes wander down to the 'O' last names. There, printed neatly was the name 'Bulma Ouiji.'
"Excuse me ma'am," the skinny bouncer tried to 'boom'. "But may I please have that list back, which you are not on! So, will you be so kindly as to re-"
"I"m right there!" She yelled at him as pointed to the name 'Bulma Ouiji.'
"I thought you said your name was Briefs?" The man said as he examined the name.
She muttered inaudible curses before saying, "There was a mistake." She then walked briskly into the crowded ball room. She scanned her surroundings for an ebony flame. There wasn't one in sight. 'Where the hell is he?!' She screamed in her head as she turned to head into another part of the hall. She didn't get far before running into someone. A splash a champagne darkened her dress. The old man she had ran into said his apologizes before giving her a quick wink and a small pat. "Urgh," she grumbled as she rolled her eyes and walked into another part of the hall. Once again she ran into another person. This time she knew who it was. The scent of tabacco and Old Spice, plus the arm that wrapped around her waist, gave it away. She immediately stepped back.
"Took you long enough," he grumbled with a frown.
"Can you tell me why my name was typed as Bulma Ouiji?" She seethed as she watched his frown grow into a smirk.
"Was it? Well I am so sorry for the mess up. Won't happen again, women." He grinned.
Bulma glared at him. "You're such a jerk." Then stormed over to the bar area.
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Bulma sighed as she looked at the clock hanging above the door. 'Five more minutes. Only five more minutes.' Bulma encouraged herself as she brought her stare back to the front of the room. Her professor's thick fingers were clutching a red pen, scribbling on some one's report. Making many cross outs and side notes. As Bulma watched him she prayed he wasn't checking hers. She had done a half ass job on hers. Threw it together last night. She had been preoccupied that whole week and had forgotten about it. She yawned as she reached down for her purse and pulled her cell phone from it. As she turned it on, she placed her thumb over the speaker to muffle the sound of her phone coming to life. As the screen lit up and the chime had pass, Bulma checked to see if she had any new voice mails, or text messages. None. She blinked. They hadn't talked in about a week. They had gotten into a fight. And neither Vegeta nor Bulma planned on caving.
"Alright, that's it for today." The old stout professor said without looking from the paper. With a wave from his hand, the class began to file out.
Bulma collected the books from her table and started down the theater like steps. She swallowed a lump in her throat as she thought about the fight they had gotten into. "Stop being such a stubborn wench! You never give me a moment of peace! Why the hell do you always have to bitch to me?!"
"Bulma?" Bulma turned her head when she heard her name. It was her professor. He was frowning, his glasses at the tip of his nose, and the paper covered in red marks was held between two pudgy fingers, and his arm extended the paper. "I need to talk to you about this."
Bulma frowned as she walked towards his desk. "I'm sorry I just-"
"No, no. The paper itself is all right. Most of the information is correct and there. It's just it doesn't flow like your papers usually do. You have a lot of grammar, and even spelling mistakes. This isn't an English course, but I did have to mark the more obvious one's off from your final score."
Bulma tried to reveal a small smile as she took the paper from him. "Sorry."
The professor nodded. He lightly scratched the edge of his left jowl before saying, "It read like you threw it together last night."
Bulma nodded. "Sorry. I spaced. It won't happen again."
He old man nodded then smiled. "Well don't worry about it Bulma. Since you always give me an A rate paper, I'll let this one slid. I want you to fix the mistakes, then give it to me next class. Sound good?"
Bulma gave a small smile and nodded. "Thank you, sir. Good bye!" She then headed towards the door, but stopped when he called out to her again.
"Bulma? There's one thing I must ask."
Bulma turned to face him and asked, "What is it?"
"Your eyes seem a little glassy. Are you feeling all right?"
Bulma tried to smile and nodded. "I think it's allergies, I'll be fine."
He smiled and nodded. "All right, well have a wonderful weekend."
"You too," she replied before exiting the room. That was the only one of her professors that she didn't hate. He was always kind, and reminded her of a grandfather type of person. He was on the fat side, and had rosy cheeks. He was balding and only had a few white tuffs on the sides of his head. He was her psychology teacher, the only non-science class she took.
Bulma headed out of the building and began to head towards the East parking structure. Bulma didn't live on campus. She lived alone in an apartment about ten miles away. She wanted to transfer, or have Vegeta transfer, so they could finish up college together; being that they were both going for similar degrees. They ended up getting in a fight over this, being neither wanted to transfer from their school. So they decieded to just wait until they graduate and get married to live with each other.
Bulma pulled her phone out from her purse again. She was going to cave. She didn't care anymore. The fight started over who knows what, and was ending in all of their problems. They always had fights. The fought over everything. But this fight was different. Neither of them were caving; and they didn't seem like they would be finding a middle ground any time soon, like they usually did.
Bulma held the phone to her ear as she entered the parking high-rise. It continued to ring as she entered the elevator. Finally she received the answering machine. "I'm not picking up. Leave a message. Beep."
Bulma sighed then began to speak, "Vegeta listen, I'm sorry for what ever you think I've done. Please just call me back. I love you. Bye." She then ended the call and unlocked her car door.
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Bulma frowned as she sipped at the shot she ordered. She then downed it when Vegeta leaned against the bar next to her. He chuckled as she ordered another. "Vegeta, just go away." Bulma said in a pleading manner.
He smirked, "Why? I invited you so I wouldn't have to converse with any of these drunken old farts."
Bulma rolled her eyes. "Then why'd you throw the party?"
He smirked. "Two reasons. One, it's an annual occasion that Ouiji Corporation is becoming famous for; and two, I have an announcement to make. What better way to announce something so big, than at a party where many business CEO's are attending?"
Bulma gave a small smile, "What's this 'big announcement,' does it have to do with you 'finalizing' something?"
Vegeta's eyes seemed to light up as he said, "It's a surprise. Now, lets go get something to eat." He then grabbed her wrist and lead her away from the bar.
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As Bulma entered her apartment, she tried to call Vegeta's cell phone again. No answer. Again. She didn't leave a message this time, she didn't want to seem pathetic. She wasn't being pathetic though. They had talked just about every day since Vegeta proposed. The longest they probably hadn't talked, besides now, was about three days. That's only because Vegeta broke his phone. She walked to her refrigerator and pulled out a carton of Ben and Jerry's Chocolate Chocolate Cookie. Then, after grabbing a spoon, plopped down infront of the T.V to watch her three favorite movies, 'The Breakfast Club,' 'Pretty in Pink,' and 'Titanic.' She figured, maybe by then Vegeta would call her back. Maybe.
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"This food is disgusting," Bulma laughed a she took a gulp of wine to wash it down.
Vegeta chuckled, "I know it sucks; I should sue the cook," he also took a large gulp of wine to wash down the taste of vinegar and, what tasted like, salty Frosted Flakes.
Bulma laughed a bit drunkenly as looked in to her wine glass. "It's empty!" She said laughing as she pointed at the glass.
Vegeta smirked and also began to laugh drunkenly.
Bulma stopped suddenly and grew a frown. "Did I tell you who I ran into after I left the corporation?"
"Who?" He asked as he began to pick at his 'spaghetti.'
"Yamcha and Marron. Don't you think it's rude that he goes walking around with that whore clutching to his arm?! We broke up like three days ago!" Bulma said this angrily, and started to raise her voice.
Vegeta swallowed what he had in his mouth before saying, "You should have kicked him in the balls." He then began to laugh as he imagined Bulma kicking Yamcha in the nuts with her stilettos, heel first.
"You're right I should have," Bulma said as she crossed her arms and glared at no one in particular.
Vegeta nodded, "So what did you do?"
Bulma shrugged, "I called them whores and stuff." Her anger level was decreasing.
Vegeta smirked and chuckled a little before saying, "Well I think some one needs a few refills, huh?"
Bulma smiled and nodded, as Vegeta waved down a waiter to bring a couple bottles of wine.
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As Bulma watched the ending credits of Titanic, she looked over at her clock. 12: 58 A.M. She swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat, not only from watching Titanic; but, because Vegeta still hadn't called her back. Bulma turned off the T.V, then rubbed the corners of her eyes. She was getting tired. She wanted to go to sleep. But she also wanted to call Vegeta. "I'll call him in the morning," she muttered as she peeled herself off of her couch. She walked into bed room and plopped down onto the comforter. She closed her eyes and tried to fall asleep. This didn't work. She changed positions a few times, then looked over at her alarm clock. 1: 34 A.M. She groaned as she placed her hands on her corded phone. She kept her hand on it until the clock read 1: 36 A.M. She then dialed Vegeta's cell phone number, 867-5309. She listened to it ring. She closed her eyes and muttered, "Please pick up.."
She was answered. "What," came an angry growl.
This made Bulma's eyes water. "Vegeta I-"
"Listen Bulma. I'm busy right now." He said this with poison.
Bulma let a few hot tears run down her cheeks. Vegeta never called Bulma by her first name. He always refused. Even when they first met in kindergarten. He always called her 'woman.' It was something that at first bothered her, because she was the only one he ever called her 'woman', but she soon grew an accustom to this title. There was only one exception to this unspoken law he had created. Vegeta had called Bulma 'Bulma' only when he was being serious, and trying to make a point. The first time he ever called her Bulma, was when he proposed, four months ago. This isn't, of course, the times when he used her name in a sarcastic manner. Tears flowed heavier when she heard the sound of a female voice, protesting to hang up the phone.
"Stop calling me." He growled angrily at her.
"Don't worry I won't you ass hole! I hate you!" Then she hung up the phone. This sounded pathetic, being that she had a whimpering voice, because she was crying. Bulma kept her word, she didn't talk to Vegeta again. That is, until seven years later; while slipping on some ice.
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A few hours had passed since Vegeta and Bulma had drank anything alcoholic. They had been slow dancing most of this time. Staying in the same spot. Hardly moving. "So," Bulma began; she wasn't slurring her words anymore, she now only had a bit of a buzz. "When are you going to announce your 'big announcement'?"
Vegeta grunted. "Give me a few. I don't want to make a drunken ass of myself."
Bulma began to giggle, "Well, practice on me."
"No," he looked into her eyes. "It'll be a very shocking surprise, so I'll tell you while I'm telling everyone else."
Bulma smiled and glared, "Just tell me."
Vegeta smirked, "You'll just have to wait."
"Please?" She asked as she rested her head on his shoulder. "Just tell me Vegeta. It couldn't be that shocking."
"You'll probably be the most shocked. That's why, of all people, I can't tell you before I tell the sojourners." He then began to laugh, as if tipsy, about the word sojourner.
She shook her head, "What? Does it have to do with me, or something?"
"How conceited, not everything is about you, the oh-so-great Bulma Ouiji. Oh wait, my mistake, Briefs." He then began to laugh a strange quiet like laugh. He was laughing quietly so hard that he was shaking.
Bulma slapped his shoulder, "Why are you like this?" She asked as stern as she could muster, being that she was still under the influence of alcohol.
Vegeta smiled as he looked her in the eye. "Your last name is Briefs." He then began to laugh quietly and shake.
"Urgh!" Bulma sighed angrily as she slapped his shoulder again. "What did you have a relapse? You weren't acting this drunk five minutes ago!" She scolded, as he continued to laugh.
His laughter began to slow, and he looked her in the eye again. His blue eye seemed more glassy, as if he had been crying from laughter. "Sorry, woman." He smiled at her angry scowl. "Do you really want to know?"
"Yes and no," she said as she turned her head from him. "I wanted to know, but now I'm not sure if I even care. You've been such a jackass since I brought it up; I'm not sure if you'll even tell me the truth."
Vegeta grunted. "Fine. I'll tell you the truth," he said sarcastically. "I-"
"Well if you're going to start off like that then I'm definatly not going to believe you, you pointy haired troll." Bulma laughed at her insult.
Vegeta glared. "What do you mean 'start off like that' I only said 'I'; and don't call me a troll, smurf."
"Smurfs have blue skin, not hair." Bulma corrected with a smile. "And if you start something out sarcastic, I'm not going to believe anything that follows."
Vegeta glared at her as she continued to smile, "Fine, then I'm not telling you."
"Fine." Bulma answered stubbornly. Only a few minutes of silence passed before Bulma said, "Just tell me!"
Vegeta grinned. "Change of mind?"
Bulma nodded as she smiled at him.
"All right, I'll tell you." He said, trying to grow anticipation.
"Well? What is it?" Bulma asked after he pause for a couple minutes.
Vegeta simply shrugged and looked away from Bulma's stare. "I bought out Capsule Corporation. We're merging." He said nonchalantly as he turned back to catch her reaction. Slowly growing a smirk.
Bulma's eyes widen, "No you didn't." She said.
His grin grew as large as his face would let it, "Yes, actually I did. Don't worry, your father thought it was an excellent idea."
Bulma continued to stare into his unmatching eyes. Her hands behind his neck slowly became a strangle. Bulma grew a broad fake smile, "You're lying. You are so lying. Stop lying!" Each lying became more forceful as her hands failed to enclose his thick neck.
Vegeta began to smile and laugh as her small hands could hardly get around his thick neck. "I'm not lying woman, so stop being in such pathetic denial."
"I'm not in denial, because you are not telling the truth Vegeta Trunks Ouiji!" (A/N : Clever way of why Trunks's name is Trunks.. ahaha.. continue..) Bulma said this through clenched teeth as she continued to try to strangle him.
Vegeta laughed and removed her hands from around his neck. He pulled her closer and kissed her on the forehead. "Sorry woman, but I'm not lying. Don't worry, it'll be fun. The two of us, running a company together. I'm sure we will go through comical situations, then there are always the more serious dramatical situations we always find ourselves in. It'll be like a sequel!" Vegeta then smiled a cheesy smile and winked at the readers.
Bulma shook her head, "Urgh. Why do you always have to act like such an ass?"
Vegeta then shrugged. "That's just how I am."
"You know I'm going to make you suffer hell for buying me out with out telling me."
Vegeta smirked, "Well you know that phrase, 'All's Fair in Love and Business', woman."
"You mean 'war' you dumbass. And that's what you made this, war. I'm going to give you such hell!" Bulma then began to laugh maniacally.
Vegeta shrugged, "Bring it bitch!" Then 8 mile music began to play.
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The End.
I hope you enjoyed the final chapter.. Thank - you, and please remember to review! Also the number I put as Vegeta's cell is from a song.. I pretty sure those are the numbers.. Sometimes I mis-hear words in songs.. ahaha.. Oh and if you're interested here are some songs that inspired the plot : Someday, by Nickelback (mainly), Modern Love, by David Bowie, Growin' Up, also by David Bowie, Changes, once again, by David Bowie, Fix You, by Coldplay, Fifteen, by Five For Fighting, She, by Green Day, In Too Deep, by Sum 41, and Make Damn Sure, by Taking Back Sunday.. ahaha.. Review!
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