The Difference between Me and You
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A/N: Thanks to all that read and review my story!
Goku pulled into the driveway just in time to see Bulma and Vegeta burst through the front door. He quickly hopped out of his car and ran after them.
"Hey guys what's up?" He yelled at them as they made it to Bulma's custom pink Mercedes drop top.
"Goku we can't talk here. Call my cell phone in an hour." Bulma said quickly as she jumped over the door and into her seat. Goku looked over at the blood dripping down Vegeta's face confused. Vegeta didn't say a word or even look over in his direction; he just threw a bag in the car and hopped in the passenger seat. "But wait…"Goku called out as Vegeta signaled for Bulma to go. She looked back at Goku and mouthed the words 'call me' before she sped off.
Goku slowly walked up to the front door when his maid Monica ran out the door crying.
"Master Goku!" she cried, "Your father is hurt badly. We have called the authorities and EMS." Goku looked at the young maid oddly. He was so confused. Why had Vegeta and Bulma run out like that?
"Where is he?" he asked; walking quickly into the house. Monica was right on his heels.
"I found him in Madame Catilla's son's room." She said following Goku. The sight that Goku walked in on was horrid. His father lay still and pale with blood all over his face and floor. Goku couldn't move.
"D-did you check to see if he was…was…" he couldn't even finish his sentence. His father looked dead. He slowly walked closer.
"I was too afraid to go any closer." The maid cried softly. Goku kneeled next to his father and put his two fingers under his neck to try and find a pulse. He sighed in relief. His father was alive. His forehead was split open and he had lost a surprising amount of blood, but he was alive. 'Thank Kami' he thought.
"Master Goku the paramedics are here." Another maid said never stepping into the room. "And the cops would like to ask you some questions." Goku just nodded and stood up as the paramedics came and began working quickly on his father.
Vegeta and Bulma sat parked in the back of the school. They hadn't spoken a word to each other since the left the Son residence.
"Vegeta, are you okay?" Bulma asked looking at the cut on Vegeta's head near his temple. It had stopped bleeding a couple of minutes before. Vegeta didn't answer. Bulma sighed exasperated. "Are you going to talk to me?" Vegeta looked down at his hands; which to his surprise were shaking. Bulma also looked down and noticed this. She reached over and grabbed his hands into her own. He stiffened.
"Thank you." He whispered softly. He drew in a deep breath and let it out. Bulma just watched him. She could tell that he was petrified by what had happened but you couldn't tell by just looking at him.
"It was no problem, Vegeta. I told you I would always be here for you." She said still trying to get him to make eye contact, but he wouldn't.
"He grabbed me, Bulma. I never felt so fucking violated in my whole damn life. " He spat. "I was so relieved to hear you voice and to see your face. Why didn't you leave?" He asked finally looking into her eyes with his dull dark ones. Bulma bit her bottom lip to hold back her tears. His eyes used to sparkle with mystery and energy; now they were dull and almost lifeless. She had never seen someone so broken in her whole life.
"I wasn't sure if he was going to try and hurt you again. If he was, I was not going to walk away and let that happen to you. But, I didn't know he was going to try to..." She said trailing off disgustedly. Vegeta swallowed another lump in his throat.
"Are you sure you want to do this." He asked changing the subject. If he thought anymore about what had just happened; he knew he would slowly start to go insane.
"Of course I'm sure, Vegeta." She said, shocked that he would even ask her that. He gave her a small smirk and entangled their fingers together. She smiled at him.
"So, what's our plan now?" he asked looking out the window as the sun started to set.
Goku walked out of Vegeta's room in a daze. What the hell was going on? He looked towards the front door to see Yamcha's dad consoling his mother.
"Good evening, son." Sergeant Yamanashi said. Goku's mother looked up at him and wiped her eyes.
"What happened? Who did this, Goku?" she asked frantically looking down the hall as the paramedics brought her husband out the room on a stretcher and wheeled him through the door.
"I-I think it was Vegeta." He said quietly. Catilla's eyes widened.
"Why would you say that?" she asked.
"Well he was found in Vegeta's room." He said angrily. "And I saw him running out the house."
"So, why would this boy try and harm your father?" Sergeant Yamanashi asked. Catilla and Goku just looked at each other. They knew every reason why Vegeta would want to kill Bardock.
"I don't know." Goku lied. Catilla sadly shook her head.
"Is there something wrong Catilla?" Sergeant Yamanashi asked. She shook her head again all the while staring at Goku. He looked down in shame and walked out the door to follow the ambulance to the hospital.
Bulma's cell phone started ringing and they both just stared at it. Just as the tune was about to end she finally answered.
"Hello?" she asked. Vegeta looked at her and mouthed 'Who is it?' She mouthed back 'Goku'. He nodded and looked back out the window.
"What the hell did ya'll do to my father?" Goku yelled angrily on the other end. He was standing in the Emergency waiting room.
"He got what he deserved, Goku." Bulma replied getting angry herself.
"What he deserved? He almost died of blood loss." He yelled even louder. A nurse at the front desk shot him an angry glare.
"Goku, stop yelling at me damn it. You don't know what he did. He tried to…" she began but Vegeta quickly looked at her and pleaded with his eyes for her not to tell.
"He tried to do what, Bulma?" Goku asked impatiently.
"I-I can't say." She said quickly. "But it was bad."
"That's not a good enough reason to try and kill my father. I talked to the police Bulma." He said quietly.
"You did what?" she screeched. "Goku how could you? What did you say?" Goku paused for a moment.
"They asked me why Vegeta would try and harm my father. I told them I didn't know." He answered.
"Goku! You know damn well why Vegeta would have wanted to kill Bardock!" she screamed. "And for your information I threw the fucking brick; not Vegeta."
Goku stood there stunned. Why would Bulma try and hurt his father? Had she lost her mind trying to save this guy she just met?
"Bulma, you got to come back. I told the police Vegeta did it and they are going to start looking for him soon. Yamcha's father is on the case. They want to consider this attempted murder."
"You're kidding me. It was more like self defense. Goku you have to try and clear this up as much as you can." Bulma pleaded. "We really need to get him out of here a sap." Goku hesitated as he watched his mother talk to the doctors.
"I don't think I can." He said softly. This was too much drama for him. He wanted to help Vegeta; he really did. But he had tried to kill his father and had Bulma taking the wrap for him. Well that's what it looked like. They had basically left him bleeding to death. Bulma sat on the other line speechless.
"Goku, you can't pull this bull shit again. We need your help. You said you would help us." She said weakly.
"I suggest you give up on him, Bulma. Our lives were good until he came into them. Just turn him in and go on about your life." He said. "It's over for Vegeta once they catch him."
"Goku, please, you're just angry right now. We didn't try to kill your father. It was for self defense, please believe me. You don't know what happened." She said trying to hold her voice steady. Vegeta looked at her curiously.
"What's going on?" he whispered. Bulma held up a finger to signal him to hold on a minute.
"Bulma, I can't handle this." Goku admitted. "I want to help. But…" he trailed off.
"Goku can you meet us behind the school?" she asked. He sighed on the other end. What was he getting his self into?
"Yeah, I'll be there in about fifteen minutes." He said and hung up. Vegeta looked at Bulma as she removed the phone from her ear.
"Hey, what's wrong?" He asked. Bulma sighed.
"Vegeta, we have to tell Goku the whole story…otherwise we'll lose his support." She said leaning the driver's seat all the way back. She massaged her temples.
"I'm not telling Kakarot shit. It's none of his damn business." He growled.
"Vegeta, he's the only one we have left on our side." She explained.
"Look woman, what happened in that room stays in that room." He said angrily. Bulma opened her mouth to say something but Vegeta gave her a death glare. "I don't even want to talk about what happened today ever again." Bulma rolled her eyes.
"Vegeta if we lose Goku; then we lose our chance for a clean escape. He knows everything and could very well rat us out." Vegeta frowned. "Plus he thinks we tried to kill Bardock on purpose."
"I don't give a damn. We don't need him if he thinks I would really try and kill his bastard of a father." He huffed crossing his arms across his chest.
"Stop being so damn prideful, don't you see that if they catch you, you'll be rotting in a jail cell just like your father?" She said angrily and then clasped her hand over her mouth as Vegeta's eyes widened and then narrowed.
"How dare you talk about my father? You don't even know him or me as a matter of fact. What little pride I do have left is what is keeping me from going insane." He said with his eyes still narrowed and full of fire. He thought Bulma would have understood that.
"Vegeta, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring up your father." She apologized. Vegeta didn't say a word he just glared straight ahead.
"Whatever." Was all he said as Goku's BMW pulled into the parking lot.
Catilla sat next to her husband's bed watching him sleep. They had stapled his wound together with about twenty staples. He had lost a sufficient amount of blood but they said that he didn't require a blood transfusion. All he had really was just an enormous gash but the doctors wanted to keep him over night for observation. Catilla sighed as she got up and walked over to the window. It was nightfall now and she could see the stars clearly. She remembered when Vegeta was a little boy he would love to lie in the backyard and star gaze with her and his father. Vegeta. Did he really try and kill her husband. If so, she knew he had every reason too, but why now? Bardock had stopped beating him since that day in the school, so what could have finally set son off? She needed to be there for him, but he didn't trust her at all. Plus Bardock would…she didn't want to think what her husband would do if she tried to stick up for her son. She had become afraid of her husband ever since she had told him about Vegeta.
Goku climbed out of his car and walked slowly over to Bulma's. She put the top up on it so it was no longer a convertible for the time being. He knocked on the glass on Vegeta's side. He opened the door and let him climb into the backseat. He rested his back on the window behind Bulma and let his legs stretch across the seat because that was the only way he would fit and be comfortable. No one said a word for what seemed like forever.
"Kakarot, why the hell would you think I would try and kill your father in a house full of hired help and leave him there?" Vegeta asked breaking the stiff silence. Goku shifted in the back seat shaking the car.
"Well Vegeta, let's see. You had every reason why you would want too. Oh yeah, he was found unconscious in your room with a bloody brick lying next to him and then there was the way you and Bulma flew out the house and dipped." He said with sarcasm dripping off his words.
"You don't have to be a smart ass about it Goku." Bulma said looking in her rearview mirror at her upset friend.
"Well excuse the hell out of me for being a little upset." He grumbled. "Are ya'll ready to tell me what really happened then?" Bulma looked at Vegeta who frowned so hard it looked like it hurt. Bulma gently touched his arm and once again he stiffened and this time he pulled away. Bulma drew back her hand.
"Look the truth is…your dad is a fucking asshole." Vegeta said pissed. Goku scoffed in the seat behind him.
"Fuck you Vegeta. You made him this way." Goku said angrily. "If you never came here everything would have been fine. I would still have ChiChi, My dad wouldn't be in the hospital with staples in his head and Bulma wouldn't have to throw her life away to save your ass." Vegeta opened his door and pulled Goku roughly from out the backseat.
"You listen here you piece of shit," Vegeta said through clenched teeth; pulling Goku's face level with his. "I didn't hit your sorry excuse of a father with that damn brick; because if I did, you and your sorry ass step mother would be planning a fucking funeral right now. So if you're going to help us then do so. If not, then take your sorry trader ass back home." He roughly pushed Goku to the ground and walked off.
ChiChi sat in her room trying to come up with a plan that would help get her boyfriend back. She would have to work on getting Bulma back later. Goku was way easier to manipulate. But how in Kami's name was she going to get him to talk to her? 'Think Chi. Think.' She thought as she lightly tapped her finger against her temple. Then it hit her. She would go over and talk to his parents. They would surely help her get Goku to take her back. His family loved her. She smirked and then laughed out loud. She was brilliant.
Goku stood up and dusted his butt off. Vegeta was shorter and had a smaller build than him, but he was strong as hell.
"Are you okay Goku?" Bulma asked lending out her hand. He took it and gave her a small smile.
"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm sorry I had such an attitude." He said looking towards the direction Vegeta wondered off to.
"No problem." She said softly looking at the ground. Goku looked over at her.
"Something really bad happened today didn't it?" he asked. She sniffed and nodded her head. "Well I'll respect Vegeta's wishes. I won't ask about it again." She smiled gratefully and hugged her friend.
"Things are going to get worse for him. Please say you'll still help us?" she asked. Goku wrapped his arms around Bulma's small shoulders and smiled.
"Okay." He said enthusiastically. "I'll help. But what can I do?" She stepped out the hug and sat on the hood of her car.
"First of all, you got to stay here and no more talking to the police; if they ask questions just say you don't know anything and act like you don't really care. They should stop bugging you if show that you don't intend on cooperating." Goku nodded. It sounded good enough.
"So exactly why do I have to stay here?" Goku asked.
"Because, we need a contact here in West City to let us know what exactly is going on and being said." She said laughing at him as he playfully pouted out his bottom lip.
"Bulma, what exactly does Vegeta mean to you. I'm mean you are putting your whole future at risk for him." She blushed and giggled like a little girl.
"To tell you the truth Goku…I'm in love with him. I know that sounds stupid seeing that we barely know each other but…I am. I really am." She smiled at her friend who in turn smiled back.
"It's not stupid at all. Does he know?" he asked.
"I know now." He said softly coming out of no where. Goku and Bulma looked behind them. Goku started laughing as Bulma started to blush profusely.
"H-how long were you standing behind us?" she asked dumbly. She wasn't ready to reveal here true feelings to Vegeta just yet.
"Long enough." He said walking over to her. "So Kakarot you're going to help us?" he asked smirking at his step brother. Goku smiled and nodded.
"Where are ya'll going to stay tonight? Or are ya'll going to head out?" Goku asked kicking at a little pebble he found. Bulma and Vegeta looked at each other. They didn't even think about that.
"I have no clue." Bulma said dumbfounded.
"We can't stay in West City though." Vegeta said now staring at the moon. It wasn't quite full yet but for some reason the moon had always mesmerized him. Especially a full one; it was like the moon had some type of powerful hold on him. It made him feel empowered.
"Hello Earth to Vegeta." Bulma laughed as she waved her hand in front of his face. Vegeta blinked twice and stared at her.
"Stop being ridiculous, women." Vegeta smirked grabbing her hand. "How long is your father going to be staying in the hospital?" Goku scratched his head.
"I think they are just going to hold him over night. Why?" he asked.
"Well I was thinking that we could stay in my room. Then we could leave right before the sun rose. Plus I want to pack some more stuff. Matter of fact, women, I think you should stay at your house tonight and get some things together also."
"But, I want to stay with you tonight." She pouted. Vegeta smirked.
"You'll have plenty of nights to spend with me." He said gently touching her cheek. Goku cleared his throat; he hated being in uncomfortable situations like this. It made him think of ChiChi.
"Oh sorry Goku. Well it's getting late. I'll head to my house and I guess you can ride home with Goku, Vegeta." The two young men nodded and said their good-byes.
Bulma walked in to her house a little after 9:30 p.m. She was so emotionally tired. Her brain felt like it would fizzle out at any minute. She switched on the foyer light and was greeted with an always crying mother and a furious father. Bulma rolled her eyes and tried to walk past them but they stood in her way.
"Where the hell have you been, Bulma?" her father asked angrily.
"In my skin." She mumbled. Her father's eyes widen and his face turned red.
"Did you not here about Mr. Son? That sayain monkey is running around trying to commit murders now, and here you are gallivanting around at night. You are not to leave this house again." He yelled.
"I will do as I please. And you don't even know the whole story. West City is just full of gossip folks. Nobody wants to hear his side of the story." She yelled back. Bulma's mother whimpered. Her daughter glared at her.
"The school called Bulma. The said you weren't in any of your classes today. Where were you?" her mother asked still whimpering.
"I was at the mall mother." She lied and tried to walk past her parents again but this time her father grabbed her arm and slapped her to the ground.
"Don't lie to us you little bitch." He spat yanking her up. Angry tears stung Bulma's eye. This was the second time in her life that her father had struck her.
"Fuck you!" she growled and ran out the door. Her mother looked at her husband and ran to the door.
"Bulma! Please don't go!" she yelled out to screeching tires. Her mother angrily shut the door and marched up to her husband. "How dare you lay your hands on my daughter like that?"
"Your daughter is running around town with that boy. She's embarrassing our name and could get hurt. " He yelled back at his wife. Bunny shook her head and ran to their bedroom crying.
Bulma drove around aimlessly. She couldn't wait to get out of this shitty city. Her whole life she had always wanted to get away and now she had her chance. She never enjoyed the fame and all the publicity of being Dr. Briefs' daughter. She only tolerated it. Now she had a chance to be normal and find real happiness instead of artificial joy. She had walked around her whole life like a stepford daughter; programmed. She pulled over to the side of the road and dialed Goku.
"Goku speaking." He said cheerfully on the other line. Bulma drew in a deep breath before she spoke.
"Goku is your mother home?" she asked, praying that Goku didn't notice the shakiness in voice. But this prayer went unheard.
"No, she's staying the night at the hospital tonight. Bulma what's wrong?" She couldn't hold in her tears anymore. She broke down.
"Goku, do you mind if I come over tonight?"
"No. No problem come on over. I'll see you when you get here." He said and hung up.
Bulma pulled up in front of Goku's house, turned off her ignition, and just sat there. She could not believe that her dad had struck her again. She pulled down her sun visor so she could look at her cheek in the mirror. The tiny lights blinded her for a second and low and behold she saw what she was looking for. A blue and black bruise was forming across her lightly tanned cheek.
"Damn it." she cursed under her breath. She sighed, closed her visor, and waited a second for her eyes to adjust back to the darkness. She slowly climbed out of her car and was greeted by two pair of intense midnight black eyes.
"Vegeta," she said startled, "you scared the shit out of me." She giggled nervously.
"Kakarot said that you were on your way and that you sound upset." He replied narrowing his eyes as he gently touched her bruised cheek. She sucked in air through her teeth as his fingers gently brushed the tender area. "Who did this?" He asked crossing his arms over his bare chest. All he had on were some black basketball shorts and some white ankle socks. Bulma stared at his muscular body before replied.
"It was my dad. He got mad at me for coming home so late." She half lied. Vegeta pulled his hand back and frowned. "I don't really want to talk about it anymore, okay? Let's just go inside and get some rest." He just nodded and led the way inside the house.
"Damn Bulma, are you okay?" Goku asked giving his friend a hug. She smiled and gently hugged him back.
"I'm alright. Thanks for letting me stay here tonight, Goku." She said pulling away from him.
"No problem, Blue eyes." He smiled. Bulma giggled. Goku hadn't called her that since they were little because ChiChi always got jealous. Vegeta clasped Bulma's hand with his and gave Goku a nod. Goku returned it with a smile and began messing with the security system.
"Are you sure that you're alright, woman?" Vegeta asked as he softly closed the door. Bulma stood by his bed and nodded. They stood there quietly for a couple of seconds. Vegeta watched Bulma look over at his bed. "I can sleep on the floor if you'd like." He said waiting for her to answer.
"No, it's fine. You can lay with me. I don't mind." She replied softly. 'Control yourself. You don't want to do anything you might regret…but then again what if I do want to and don't regret it. Will he?' she thought fighting with her self. Vegeta chuckled. The poor girl looked like she was beating herself up over her decision.
"Are sure? I really don't care if I have to sleep on the floor." He said smirking at her.
"No. I mean yeah. Yes…yes I'm sure." She said blushing. "Vegeta may I have a shirt or something to sleep in?" she asked looking down at her blue jean shorts, pink t-shirt, and pink flip-flops. He walked over to one of his suitcases, pulled out a white shirt and tossed it at her.
"Thanks." She said grabbing the shirt out of the air. She started to unbuckle her shorts when she noticed Vegeta watching her every move. "Hey, turn around mister."
"Why?" he asked confused. Bulma looked at him like he was crazy.
"Because I said so." She said getting slightly nervous. "Now turn around." Vegeta rolled his eyes and mumbled something about her being childish. She quickly undressed and hopped under the covers.
"Okay." She chirped happily. Vegeta turned around and frowned.
"Chibi gaki." He muttered as he walked over to switch off the lights. He then climbed into bed next to her.
"What was that you had said?" Bulma asked. It had sounded like he was speaking in a different language. She turned on her side so that their foreheads were touching.
"Nothing." He huffed. Bulma looked at him curiously.
"What's wrong?" she asked concerned. His whole mood had changed out of the blue. He took his time to answer. "Vegeta?"
"Why did you look so nervous when I asked you why I couldn't watch you undress?" he asked now looking into her blue eyes.
"So you're upset because I wouldn't let you watch me undress and see my body?" she asked getting upset her self.
"No I'm upset because you looked nervous like I was going to try and do something. And besides you've seen my body. Why can't I admire yours?" he asked. She blinked twice. She couldn't believe they were arguing about this.
"Look, Vegeta, I'm saving my body for my husband or that person that I think is 'the one'. Who ever comes first and not until then." She stated.
"I'll respect that from now on." He said blandly. His eyes, if it were possible, seemed like that had gotten darker even with the moonlight reflecting in them.
"Vegeta you chose to let me see your body. I never asked you to. Plus I've only seen your upper body, it was nothing serious. Aren't you saving your self?" she asked. Vegeta's jaw clenched and he didn't say a word for a while.
"Yeah, that's it." he replied sarcastically as he flipped over so that his back was facing her. Bulma sighed and rolled to her back. Why in Kami's name did everyone feel like arguing with her tonight?
"Why is this so important to you? Surely you weren't expecting us to have sex were you?" she asked frowning. Vegeta's body tensed he was so pissed. He sat up and glared at her.
"Is that what you think I want?" he growled at her. She glared back at him frowning.
"That's what it seems like." She said. "Otherwise you wouldn't be so upset." Vegeta's anger rose. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath to calm his self. It helped a little bit.
"All I wanted to do was admire all of you because I think that you are a beautiful person inside and out. Sex with you never crossed my mind tonight. You should know I would never do anything you didn't want me to. And you claim you love me. You don't even trust me." He said more hurt than angry. He grabbed a pillow, the top cover off the bed, and made himself as comfortable as he could on the floor.
How could she have gotten mad; when all she thought about was having sex with him. She truly felt bad. She leaned over the bed to look at him. He was lying on his stomach with his eyes shut tight.
"Vegeta, I do love you." She said sadly. Vegeta sighed.
"Bulma, you shouldn't say things that you don't mean or know the meaning of. You might hurt someone." Was all he said before he fell asleep.
Bulma didn't know how much she had hurt him tonight with her words and actions, because he truly did love her and it broke his heart that he wouldn't be able to tell her until she learned what it really meant to love someone. Vegeta was the type of person that was as cold as ice and wouldn't let a soul into his heart; but if someone had the power to break the barrier around it; he was going to love them and love them hard. Especially since this was the first time someone ever made it into his heart since his mother had left when he was four and his father became incarcerated.
Well there it was chapter 6. So tell me what you thought. I don't know Yamcha's last name so I looked one up! And they don't speak Japanese in West City the speak English…so when Vegeta speaks sayain it's really Japanese. Ok? Okay! Until next time!