Disclaimer: Wow it has really been a long time, you guys. Well a bunch of ideas are in mind for the story so yay. Anyway, I got a new laptop, and my other computer isn't with me right now. So I've just been adjusting to this computer and all that good stuff. So thank you for waiting, and here's the next chapter.
P.S. don't own DBZ
The rest of the day had been hell for Chichi. Knowing what had happened to her best friend, the feeling of sickness was enough to kill her. Bulma spent the rest of the day in the nurse's office, to avoid the unwanted, and awkward meetings with Yamcha in the halls. School had started out so well, everything was going fine, and then THIS happens. Time couldn't have gone by slower, but the last bell eventually rang. Chichi, swerved through her fellow classmates in the hallway, making her way to the office were Bulma resided.
Chichi walked into the small, closet space, to see her best friend huddled in one of the infirmary cots. Her skin was pale and her eyes were swollen and red. Nothing hurt more than time. Time allowed her mind to wander. Wander her mind and relive that night. Bulma relived his manhood, his touch his force all because time allowed her to think about every little detail of that night.
"Hey" Chichi offered a comforting smile "I think it's about time we went to my house. Come on, it will be fun"
Chichi was trying her hardest to cheer her distressed friend up, the least she could do was smile, and that's exactly what she did. The broken vixen gave the raven-haired beauty a weak smile, that was meant to bring comfort, but in reality broke Chichi's heart.
Bulma grabbed her bag and followed Chichi. They soon began their walk to her house, which would defiantly be less pleasant than planed.
The Morgan Residence
"What do you mean she can't stay with us?"
The angry female belted out to her sorrowful parents with agony painted onto their faces.
Bulma and Chichi stood on the trailer porch, while her parents stood in the frame of the door.
"Chichi, honey, please calm down. Bulma's parents had called earlier, and said that if we took her in, they'd sue us for all we were worth!"
"On what fucking grounds?"
Chichi felt every ounce of blood in her body starting to boil.
"Kidnapping. Bulma is only six-teen, she's still a minor."
Tears streamed down both adolescence faces.
Bulma knew she couldn't let the family go through all of this for her. Chichi didn't have that much money to begin with, not to mention her two younger siblings.
"I'm going to leave now"
The feuding family directed the attention towards Bulma. Chichi knew what Bulma was thinking and nodded an unsure good-bye.
Else were
"Where were you, boy"
A mildly obese man, sat in a lounge chair, watching the malfunctioned television, in front of him.
The flame haired prince, winced at his father's voice.
"Out. I was out with a few friends. That's all father"
The boy tried to retreat to his room, but the older man would have no such thing.
"Listen boy, you better watch your tone. I AM your father, and you will, fucking respect me"
Vegeta scoffed
"Would you like a kiss on the ass, with that shake?" He spat
His father tightend his grip on his beer can, and proceeded to get up.
The arrogant boy stood his ground well and waited for his father to challenge him. Mr. Ouji walked up to his son and stared into his eyes, until they were nose to nose.
SMACK
Vegeta always liked the taste of blood in his mouth
"You fucking ass hole. One day your going to pay for all that you've done. To me, and my mother."
The fat man seemed to be mildly amused. He laughed lightly and started to speak.
"No my dear, dear, boy. It is you who is going to pay. You see, for the last few weeks, you've been getting on daddy's last nerves."
Vegeta scoffed once again
"Oh son. You know what happened to mommy when she got on my last nerve. Don't you remember, boy?"
He killed her
"You're a murderer! I hate you! My mother never deserved it!"
"No, no son. It was an accident, she fell down the stairs, and hit her head. Don't your remember"
Vegeta noticed the vile human reaching for something in his back pocket.
"It wasn't an accident, you sorry fuck. I also remember ALL TOO WELL."
BANG BANG your supposed to be dead
The wounded sayian looked down to his breast to see his shirt as soaked in blood.
"This shirt was new, pops"
With that Vegeta grabbed his fathers throat and lifted him into mid air. The energy gather in his free arm felt so refreshing, knowing that it hadn't been done in years.
The middle-aged man felt his eyes well with tears. Vegeta smirked at his fear.
"You can't do this son! Remember what your mother told you! Never use you powers! You'd be an out cast considered a –" Vegeta droped the dead weight to the ground.
"What dad? What would I be considered? A FREAK, MAYBE?"
The angered prince kicked his old man in the stomach and proceeded to walk out of his house, with no intentions of coming back.
On the street
The warm autumn air had no effect on her stone cold face. The blue hair fox walked in the direction of the nearest park, were she guessed she would sleep. Bulma refused to go home. It wasn't only pride; her parents had NEVER understood her. Even though she was emotionally at her worst, the lack of parental advisory allowed her to be mentally at her best.
Bulma smiled. She loved being free, but she knew she'd have to get out of the state sooner or later. When the 'rents realize that she has no intentions of coming home, they'd freak. Their magazine cover, reputation would be ruined. Oh boohoo. Bulma pouted her lips and giggled, on the inside of course.
The young woman was so wrapped up in her thoughts that she didn't notice the familiar station wagon that had been tailing her for the last three blocks. Well, she didn't notice until a familiar voice came from it.
"Need a ride, Bee?"
Bulma's head snapped around, feeling the emotions of both shock and dread. The nausea was almost over whelming. She wanted to run, but the REAL Bulma was still in there…somewhere.
"Yamcha, just keep driving. Get the fuck away from me"
All Yamcha heard was a faint, weak whisper. He just stared at her, she was so beautiful, that face, her breast her hips her thighs, everything. He wanted to have her again.
"Come on Bee, get in. We can continue what we started the other night" Her rapist said pleadingly.
She still held down the urge to throw up.
"You fucker! You make me sick. Get away from me! I'd never spend another night with you, I don't even want to be seen with you!"
Yamcha hit the side of his car door and laughed
"To late for that babe. I told all my boys about that night. It's probably all over the school by now.
"You didn't"
"I did"
"You will pay"
"Promises, promises"
Bulma felt tears well in her eyes. This couldn't be happening. He raped her, and then BRAGGED about it. He was a REAL monster.
The broken heiress felt herself stomp on the pavement under her feet. She felt like she was running for miles when it was only a few yards. A faint crash of thunder could be heard. Soon small droplets of rain inflicted her golden skin. Bulma knew she couldn't run anymore. She slowly felt her self stop then collapse into giant, warm arms.
A Toyota's Backseat
She felt herself crammed into the backseat of some unfamiliar car. It wasn't station wagon, and that caused her a sigh of relief.
"Morning"
The discombobulated beauty sprang up and removed the strands of hair from her face. It truly was the fact that even when she was at her worst, she was still shockingly gorgeous.
"I uh…got you coffee from Starbucks…"
Her rescuer still refused to turn around. He just slipped the canteen in the back, and continued focusing on the road.
"I can't thank you, if you don't turn around" a small offer of thanks was hidden in her voice.
The person in the front seat chuckled
"I asked you if you wanted to spend some time in the back seat of my Toyota"
Bulma spat the hot liquid out of her mouth and spilled the rest of her cappuccino.
"Vegeta!" She choked
"You better be planning to clean that up"
Bulma noticed them pulling into the laundry mat parking lot.
"Sorry" she smiled "Why are you being so nice?"
Vegeta turned around and smirked
"I want to get in your pants. What else?"
Bulma's face saddened, and Vegeta decided to bite his tongue. After the awkward silence Vegeta threw him self into the back seat, landing on top of her.
Bulma's eyes widened and she reached towards the door handle. Vegeta noticed her reaction and corrected his composure.
"Don't flatter yourself, you were just a landing pad"
She started to relax.
"I know what Yamcha did…"
She shot him a death glare, and motioned her fingers, expecting an explanation.
"He went around school bragging about getting in your pants. I highly doubt you'd let him…you wouldn't."
"I'm glad that, at least, you knew that. Vegeta, I have no were to go, I have to leave. I just don't know what the hell to do." She cried
Vegeta let her rest her head on his shoulder
"Well you can stay with me…well live in a car…"
"Are you serious? Vegeta! Thank you!"
She hugged him uncomfortably
"Its not cause I like you…" he struggled to say gasping for air "You have to help me with something…" He gasped again.
Bulma released and looked at him quizzically
"What?"
He shyly handed her a piece of paper
Vegeta watched her face change from confused, to doubt, back to confused then shock…
"Well?" The eager prince pleaded sounding like a three year old
"…." Bulma stared at him
Vegeta grabbed her shoulders and started violently shaking her
"Gah get off me!"
"Well what do you think"
"Well, Mr. Ouji, I'd love to help you burn down the school"
A/N: I know, I know, highly illogical…well its my story
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