The Difference between Me and You
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It had been two weeks since the incident with Yamacha and Bardock. Vegeta had a scar from where he had hit his head on the stairs that day and a huge bruise where Bardock had hit him twice in the stomach. Vegeta was strong but that monster his mother married was much stronger. Vegeta watched the kids gossip and have fun in the courtyard while he stood in a corner by himself. His eyes fell upon Goku, ChiChi, Juuhachigou, Krillin, Bulma, and Yamacha. Goku had his arms around that witch he called his girlfriend laughing merrily. He hadn't spoken to his so called brother in two weeks either. Vegeta shook his head bitterly. Nobody cared for him therefore he cared for nobody in return. He then looked over at the beauty named Bulma. She was so beautiful. She looked like she was arguing with the long haired bastard that was her boyfriend; then he heard her yell.
"Yamacha it's over what part don't you understand?" She yelled angrily. Everyone in the courtyard turned their attention to the arguing couple.
"But why? You had no reason to break up with me. You just came in the nurse's office and told me it was over." He whined.
"I don't have to explain anything to you bastard." She said turning on her heels just as the fifteen minute bell rang.
Vegeta waited for everyone to leave before he came out his corner. Vegeta never felt so angry, lonely, and depressed in his life. He walked slowly to his locker and just stared at it. 'I wish I was back with my father in East City.' He thought sadly. He felt some one tap him lightly on the shoulder. He turned around and met a pair of gorgeous blue eyes. She smiled warmly at him.
"Hi...I haven't seen you in a while. Is everything okay?" She asked. Vegeta just stared at her a frown plastered on his face.
"I was sick." He said barely above a whisper, and he walked away leaving her watching his back. Which wasn't bad at all. He had on some dark blue jeans with a black Jordan muscle shirt, a black belt with a silver belt buckle that had his initials, and some black Timberlands. 'He is so sexy' Bulma thought as she followed him to their homeroom.
'Vegeta...wait." Bulma called to him before he got to the class room door. He stopped but didn't turn around. Bulma was going to get him to talk to her. She ended a perfect relationship for him, little did he know. But first she just wanted his trust and friendship.
"What?" he asked glaring at the girl coming up beside him. She came up to his shoulder so she had to be about 5'6 or 5'7. She had on a blue tube top, with white shorts, blue flip-flops and her toenails were painted lavender like her hair. She looked up at him with sparkling blue eyes.
"How about we ditch home room and first period and go talk somewhere?" she asked smiling.
"I've already missed two weeks of school..." he began.
"Well what's another day? Come on." She said grabbing his arm and quickly leading him out the school. On one side of the school lay a small wooded area; she led him there until they reached a very small clearing. He didn't know why he was letting her drag him about, but he did.
"Why did you bring me here?" he asked leaning up against a tree. He folded his arms and glared at Bulma. She watched his muscles flex as he crossed his arms. 'Yamacha never had a body like that' she thought.
"Well I wanted to get to know you. You don't talk much so..." she drifted off.
"That's because nobody wants to hear anything I have to say. I'm just a dumb monkey from the wrong side of town." He said angrily.
"I don't think that." She said softly.
"But you did. People treat me like I'm from some other planet." He said darkly.
"I thought your ancestors were from a planet named Vegeta-sei." She asked. Vegeta snorted.
"Yeah they were. That was thousands of years ago. We've evolved since then. We don't even have tails or ki anymore. Even though I wish we did. My race has become humanized." He replied with a hint of disgust.
"Well let's start over. I'm Bulma Briefs; it's nice to meet you." She smiled holding out her hand. Vegeta stared it, and then moved to take her hand in his.
"I'm Prince Vegeta Ouji Jr." he smirked getting down on one knee and bringing her hand to his lips and kissed it. Bulma blushed his lips were soft. 'If only he would kiss my lips instead of my hand.' She thought blushing more.
"Well now that we're acquainted. What next." She giggled. Vegeta smirked and then stood up; he looked deep in her eyes which mad her uneasy.
"Bulma...I understand you're trying to be my friend. But it's going to take a lot more than just knowing your name. I need someone I can trust. Someone I can talk to when I need them." He said sincerely. Bulma was lost in the blackness of his eyes.
"I understand." She said.
"Kakarot fooled me. I thought he really wanted to be my friend. I was foolish." He stated bitterly.
"Who's Kakarot?" she asked curiously. Vegeta frowned.
"Goku I mean." She nodded. It's odd how people crumble under the pressure of their loved ones. Bulma blushed when she noticed how close she and Vegeta were actually standing. Vegeta also noticed and backed off.
"Maybe we should keep this a secret for a while. We can meet here before and after school." Vegeta nodded; he wasn't actually thrilled with being kept a secret. "So are we friends?" she asked.
"We can try. I don't like being kept in the dark like some dirty secret. I want to talk to you in public." He stated staring her straight in the eyes. 'Yikes. I should have figured this secret thing wasn't going to work.'
"Vegeta I don't think..." she began but Vegeta held his hand up and shook his head.
"I figured so much. I thought you said you didn't care what people thought. It was nice meeting you Bulma." He said and began walking off.
"Vegeta. Wait please. I'll eat lunch with you today. I don't care what people say." She said and smiled. 'This is going to be a day from hell.' Vegeta smirked at her.
"Friends then. Just be prepared to get a taste of what I experience everyday." Bulma smiled nervously as they made their way back to the school.
When they got back to the building kids where in the halls getting ready for their second period classes, the hallways were filled with students.
"You can go in first if you want." Vegeta said slowing his pace. Bulma took in a deep breath and shook her head.
"I want to be your friend with no exceptions. We'll walk down the hall together." Vegeta smirked at the gorgeous being before him.
"I hope you're as brave as you think you are." He said holding the door open. Students stopped and stared as the new pair of friends walked down the hall.
"She's gone monkey crazy." One girl said out loud. Vegeta just kept walking; Bulma glared at the girl. Goku was walking with ChiChi when he noticed Bulma walking with Vegeta. 'Oh no.' he thought looking down at his girlfriend who hadn't notice anything for she was reading the school newsletter. Then she looked up and gasped as she saw Bulma waving to Vegeta.
"Bulma Briefs! Have you lost your mind?" her friend screeched. Bulma rolled her eyes.
"Unlike Goku...I don't need you choosing my friends for me." Bulma ground out and walked to class. Goku blushed in embarrassment.
"She is unbelievable." ChiChi fumed. "If she wants to learn the hard way then I will teach her." The raven haired teen twisted her pretty face in to pure hatred. Goku swallowed hard and followed her to their next class.
Vegeta sat in the back of his advanced chemistry class staring out the window. The teacher didn't care if he paid attention or not because when ever Vegeta raised his hand in class he would completely ignore him. It didn't matter though; he graded his work fairly. So far he had A pluses in all his classes; even though he was still ignored in all of them. He was so glad that they only had four periods a day instead of eight. The flame haired teen sighed and kept looking out the window. He thought of Bulma. She was one unique girl. She had guts to eat lunch with him today. She was everything he had ever wanted in girl. But friends were the only thing that the two could ever be. 'Don't let her get to close. She'll probably crumble like that idiot Kakarot.' His conscious whispered. Vegeta knew it was right he couldn't let his guard down; not for a pretty face.
Bulma sat happily in her class doodling away on a piece of paper. She was proud of herself. She did something different...she actually broke some kind of unwritten rule. She liked Vegeta. He was tall, dark, and handsome. Not to mention mysterious. She shuddered as she remembered the way his lips felt on her hand. She blushed at the thought.
"Bulma...what's going on with you?" Juu asked her friend who looked very flushed.
"Huh...oh nothing. Just thinking." Bulma said breathlessly. Just the thought of the gorgeous sayain had her breathless. Juu looked at her suspiciously.
"It's that sayain...isn't it?" Juu asked narrowing her eyes. Bulma glared at her.
"He has a fucking name Juuhachigou." Bulma snarled at her friend. Juu rolled her eyes.
"Looking to get him killed aren't you?" Juu asked monotonously. Bulma's eyes widened.
"What do you mean killed?" Bulma asked panic apparent in her voice. Juu smirked.
"Your little prince charming isn't welcome here. If anybody found out about what's going on between you two..." she drifted off and smiled while slitting her throat with her finger.
"There's nothing going on and you know it. I can befriend anybody I want." She snapped and stomped out the class room. 'Why would anyone want to hurt Vegeta he's done nothing.' Bulma thought desperately. She fell up against a wall and slid down it till she felt her butt plop on the cold linoleum floor. Angry tears rolled down her cheeks. 'Why am I crying?' she asked herself. 'It's not like I'm in love with him. Or am I? That could explain my deep feelings for him. I love him. There really is a thing as love at first sight.' It finally dawned on her. She was in love with the sayain boy from East City. She couldn't let anybody know for his sake; but that meant treating him badly to cover up all the feelings she had for him. That meant she had to call off lunch and do what Goku did...betray him. Bulma put her head on her knees and cried some more. Juu's words had made her realize how cruel her people actually were. The bell rang for lunch and students came pouring out of class. She had to find Vegeta.
"ChiChi what are planning to do." Goku asked worriedly. ChiChi just kept walking on to lunch.
"You'll see my loving boyfriend." She said as she and Goku approached their table.
Bulma found Vegeta at his locker. He had just closed it and noticed Bulma coming his way. He smirked when he saw her but it faded when he saw her face.
"What's wrong?" He asked gently wiping away a stray tear that fell down her face. His touch made her choke on a sob.
"Vegeta I don't think..." she trailed off sniffing. Vegeta's eyes darkened and his usual frown returned to his face.
"Don't tell me you're calling off lunch." He said slowly. His face didn't look hurt but his eyes told the exact opposite. She shook her head.
"No of course not...I just got a bad grade on something is all." She lied. Vegeta stared at her for a moment and then nodded his head. Then to both of their surprise he bent down and kissed Bulma gently on the lips. She stared at him wide eyed. 'Shit what did I do that for?' he cursed himself.
"I'm sorry. I hope you're ready for what's in store." He said looking down at Bulma but she couldn't meet his eyes. She can't believe she lied to him and he kissed her for it. Little did they know they were being watched by a pair of jealous eyes.
As soon as Vegeta and Bulma walked through the door the cafeteria got eerily quiet and ChiChi stood on the table and pointed accusingly at Vegeta.
"See I told you he had been harassing Bulma. Look at her red puffy eyes. Poor girl... she's scared to death." ChiChi hopped off the table and ran to Bulma to embrace her in a deep hug.
"ChiChi what are talking about? That's a lie and you know it." Bulma said she could feel her anger rising.
"I told you were asking for trouble, sweetie." ChiChi whispered in Bulma's ear. Bulma pushed ChiChi roughly from her.
"She's lying!" Bulma yelled. "Vegeta has never touched me."
"Then why did I see him kiss you?" Yamacha asked coming through the door behind Bulma.
"You were spying on me." She screeched angrily, fresh tears rolling down her cheeks. Vegeta glared at Yamacha. His bruises didn't heal as nicely as his did. Yamacha stepped into Vegeta's face.
"Who said you could place your filthy lips on my woman?" Yamacha snorted in his face. Vegeta was pissed but he refused to give into this asshole. He didn't have to fight a grown man every night.
"Come on guys..." Goku pleaded. ChiChi glared at him.
"Stay out of this Goku." ChiChi snapped at her boyfriend. He sat down dejectedly.
"From my recollection...she broke up with you." Vegeta said calmly. Yamacha snapped his fingers and the whole Varsity football team surrounded him and Vegeta. Bulma got pushed to the outside.
"Stop it! Stop it Yamacha!" She cried. How could she have not known something like this would happen?
Yamacha grabbed the front of Vegeta's shirt. He had about three inches on Vegeta but Vegeta had more muscle mass and was way stronger. He allowed Yamacha the upper hand.
"Stay away from her if you ever want to see the light of day again." Yamacha whispered to Vegeta. He pushed the sayain and he hit the door and it fell open. The cafeteria cheered and Yamacha, ChiChi and his crew smiled triumphantly. Bulma ran out the door after Vegeta. ChiChi started to protest when Goku grabbed her and stared her in such an intense way it kind of scared her.
Vegeta stomped through the hallways. He stomped out the front doors and into the small wooded area. Bulma ran silently behind him. When he came to the little clearing he was in earlier today he fell to his knees and pounded the ground with his fist angrily. Bulma watched from behind a tree. She felt so sorry for him. She had no idea his life here was this tormented. After about five minutes he finally stopped and just stared at his bloody hands. Bulma came and touched him gently on the shoulder. He jumped.
"What are you doing here?" He growled. She looked down at her feet and shrugged her shoulders.
"I thought that you might need me." She stated softly. Vegeta shook his head.
"I don't need anybody...but my father." He stated bitterly. Bulma came and knelt in front of him. He had his head hanging low. He looked so defeated. He hadn't even been here for a month and he had endured so much hate and drama to last twenty people a life time. Bulma placed her small hands on his face and lifted his head up so that she could look in his eyes. She felt his shoulders slump even more from her touch. When she finally lifted his head she could see his eyes where red but she couldn't see any traces of tears that may have fallen.
"I need you..."she whispered. "And I know you need me." Vegeta just stared at her. She was right...he did need her. He didn't have anybody else.
"How do you need me?" he asked his voice hoarse from holding in all his angry tears from this last month.
"I'm going to need you to help me be strong. I'm in this for the long run. There are going to be a lot of people that will hate us for being friends. But I don't care." She said smiling. "So are telling me that you don't need me?" Vegeta slowly shook his head never releasing their eye contact.
"I need you...more than you'll ever know." He whispered. He looked down at his bloody hands and so did Bulma.
"Oh Vegeta..." she started but was stopped when she felt warm soft lips on her own. She gladly returned the kiss in fact she deepened the kiss. She moved her hands from his face and wrapped her arms around his neck. His mouth was warm and sweet tasting. She kissed him hungrily like she couldn't get enough. Vegeta chuckled through the kiss. Bulma looked at him oddly and then blushed.
"I'm sorry...it's just you're such a good kisser and..." she trailed off embarrassed.
"I'm not going anywhere. You can take your time." He smirked at her. She smiled and moved her hair out of her face.
"Vegeta...I was taught that this 'relationship' is wrong and I believed it for so long. Until you came along."
"I'm glad that I could shine the light on one person. But everyone in this whole damn city is prejudice." He stated. She nodded in understanding. Then she looked at him.
"Vegeta you seemed angrier than usual. Is there something else going on?" She asked as she ran her finger across the scar on his forehead. Vegeta sighed and shook his head. There was no way he was going to tell that he was getting abused at home. He had too much pride to admit that.
"No. I'm just tired of this shit." He said tiredly. " My dad use to tell me that people hate what they fear...or don't know enough about. But I think we should keep whatever we have going on here a secret."
"Why?" Bulma asked.
"I don't want you to get hurt." He said standing up. She stood up too.
"I understand...but I'm worried about you." She said wrapping her arms around Vegeta's waist. He sighed and rested his head on top of hers.
"I can handle it." He stated simply. "Bulma I trust you I hope you won't let me down."
"I won't." she promised.
Well there's chapter 3…. I hope you enjoyed it and it explained some things. Well I got to edit one more chapter and then start on the brand new chapter. I started on this story two years ago and only had four chapters so I got to put in work !