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Hello. I am truly sorry for the wait. But! I am prepared to write this whole chapter in one sitting. Something I have done only once before.. That was the first chapter of my first fan fiction, 'All's Fair In Love And Business.' Why am I writing all in one sitting? Because I have God damn strep throat; so, no freakin' softball conditioning.. (Please hope/pray I make the team lol).. I'm free.. ahaha.. So here I shall sit, Bowie blaring over my speakers, water bottles and Lemon Honey Halls at my side.. It's actually quite relaxing once you get past the whole throat on fire every time you swallow feeling.. ahaha.. Well here are my reviewers: Fire Kitten2, Lenk, Spini, Vampiress - 06, and Shades of Crimson! Thank you and enjoy!
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Ugh. Kakkorot and his wench are instructing my maids. Tonight I am holding their 'beginning of the year' party. What joy. They are currently moving my furniture. Both of my parents are gone for the weekend. A trip to some new beach house. They dropped something. I'm laying on my bed. My arm placed over my eyes. I am in a with drawl from not being able to smoke. Juu has told me that I am to stop smoking. That I will get sick, and become too dependent on cigarettes. You'll end up with cancer. Does she think I am unaware of these 'risks'? I'm sick with out them. She stole all of my packets from my room. Her and her brother are probably smoking them now. I can imagine them, sitting on their gritty porch, with my packets stacked up next to them. Each with a cigarette. No, two cigarettes. In their mouths smoking my sweet nicotine with my lighters. She stole my lighters too. I loved my lighters. They were each unique. I would always buy one when I went out of state. Collection? No. Addiction. You need to quit while you're ahead. They dropped something else. Sounded like glass? I fucking hate them.
I roll onto my side, towards my window. The blinds are drawn. I feel as if I have a hangover. I've been thinking of all the places I've stored cigarettes. Closet? She found them. Upper right dresser drawer? Found them. Night stand? I reach over and open it. I pat around with my hand. Then retrace. Found them. I sit up in bed. I need nicotine. I don't want to quit. Especially if it's Juu who's telling me too. I walk into my closet and change out of my uniform, which is navy slacks and a white polo. I exchange for kacki shorts and a navy T-shirt that says Abercrombie and Fitch in bold lettering. I need nicotine. I place my wallet in my back pocket and keys in hand. You're becoming and addict.
"Um, Vegeta," Goku says timidly as I walk quickly down the steps. "We sort of broke-"
"I don't care Kakkorot, just clean it up." I then open my front door and slam it shut. I walk down my porch steps and, from habit, look over at the Briefs home. I always look. Habit from racing? I enter my Escalade and speed to the nearest gas station.
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"May I see your ID, sir?" The cashier asks.
I am not eighteen, nor am I twenty-one. I will be eighteen in about a month. I open my wallet to show my fake ID. It's actually not fake. Well, not completely. It's my picture, and name and all that. My birth year is typed as 1985 instead of 1989. It doesn't look like a fake. I am purchasing not only cigarettes and a lighter; but, a case of beer, for myself, Kakkorot, and his wench. A pre-party toast. Ha. The cashier is mid thirties and is glaring at my ID. He knows. He looks up at me, shrugs, and asks, "How's school Vegeta?" Then begins to place my items into plastic bags. He knows. He's trying to catch me, slip up. Basterd.
"Good, home for the weekend." I cover up. He's an ass. I take my receipt, bags, and leave.
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I don't want to go to Vegeta's party. Well, Chi Chi's. Juu is sitting on my desk chair. She's over because we are going to arrive at the party together. She had just finish telling me that Chi had planned the party, and made up the flyers. It's BYOB. Chi Chi is expecting me to bring some. I'm not going to. I don't like to drink. Maybe half a beer or so? That's it. Social drinking. Like social smoking. Juu spins on my chair. I don't like Juu. She's rude, and manly. She's friends with Chi Chi, and we were sort of friends in 2nd, and 11th grade.
"I think I got Vegeta to go cold turkey with smoking."
"Oh, that's good." I doubt that. Vegeta smokes as much as the average person breathes. No way he'd stop cold turkey. I might believe her if she said she convinced him to smoke one less, or half of one less. Stupid whore.
"Yea, you won't believe how many packets he had hidden in his room. I found them everywhere. His drawers, his closet, under his bed. It was disgusting. He wastes so much money on those, it was sickening."
Yes, but the same could be told about your house. Replace cigarettes with liquors and beer. You drink like a fish. Hypocritical bit- "Yea, I've noticed he does smoke a lot."
"Yea, I really hope this works. I'm sort of making it my goal to change him, well as much as I can. I'll be happy with him to just quit smoking; but, if I could get him to be less arrogant and sarcastic, that would be nice too." Juu began to laugh a bit at this, smiling at me, expecting me to laugh along.
I didn't laugh. I only smiled. Vegeta deserves this, he's such an ass, maybe Juu can take the edge off. Hmph. Still doubting this, but I can only be hopeful. Right?
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Everything looks.. tan.. I can't see.. Everything's so "Hic," blurry. The music is so damn deafening. I've had like two beers and- Oh God.. It feels like there is something under my tongue. Everything's so blurry, and wobbly, and there is something under my tongue, bile? I stumble out of the front door. The sounds of people laughing, coughing, and yelling fill my ears. The music from the house isn't as intense now. I look up and I can see the street light. It looks very large and undefined. I know that I just have to cross the street. Oh shit, I feel nauseous. Dizzy, and I know I'm wobbling, my legs are shaking, and I clasp my hand over my mou- Oh God!
The burning taste of the acid from my stomach fills my mouth. That smell.. Oh God. I'm shaking. I look up. I'm standing in the middle of the street and I'm aware of nearing foot steps. I need to get this awful taste out of my mouth. I pull my sleeves so they are bunched around my hand. I then wipe what's around my mouth, and then on the other side of my sleeve, I wipe my tongue. The taste of.. cloth? fills my mouth. Better? I'm not too sure of that. I begin to walk. The nearing foot steps turn into a 'trying to catch up' jog.
"Woman?"
Damnit. Not now. Go away. I don't answer and continue to head towards my house. He's following me I can hear him. He's infront of me. Smirking. Like always. That ass hole. Urgh, this taste is so fucking gross, get out of my way. Move damnit. Why isn't he moving? He's talking? Why can't I hear what he's saying. All's I hear is a loud hum, almost like a buzzer. My blurry vision is darkening in spots. The black spots slowly engulf Vegeta's face and-
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Damnit. It's so fucking loud in here and- who the hell is he? I don't even know half of these fucking people. They need to get out of my fucking house. I hear a crash. This is fucking fuck. Where the fuck is Kakkorot?! Urgh I can't even drink my own fucking beer because these people are fucking drinking it like water. Some one had broken into my father's fucking cabinet that was once filled with fucking expensive fucking liquors is now reduced to a fucking storage bin for fucking Bud fucking Light. Urgh. I need a smoke.
"Heyy 'Gggeta!"
Juu yells this too me. She isn't too far away from me. She's drunk. I need a smoke. I pretend not to hear her and shove past Krillen to get outside. Wow, I've finally seen a couple people I know. This is fucking shit.
There are less people outside. The music isn't as loud and I can actually think. I pull a pack of Camels from my pocket. I then pull out my red lighter and hold it close to my last cigarette from this pack. The smoky nicotine fills my lungs and I exhale with relief. I smoke half the pack before the party, and the rest during the party. Juu caught me three times. Three were wasted. Half smoked. One freshly lit. I tap the edge of it and let the embers get caught by the slight breeze from the lake. The lake wraps around the peninsula like street I live on. Everyone on the street has a house that's back is towards the lake. The street is a narrow half circle. Five houses have lake property. Starting with my home and ending with the woman's. I take in another drag and lean my head against the cold brick of my house. I'm standing next to the porch on the grass. The porch light it on, and two people I don't know are making out on my mothers porch swing. She loves that swing. Ruining the fucking swing. Fucking hate people. For fucks sake get a fucking room.
As I am about to approach the two getting ready to have fucking sex, I stop. I watch as a flash of blue emerges from my drunken haven. It's the woman and she is staggering drunkenly in the attempt to cross the street to her home. Why the fuck didn't that fucking Kakkorot harpy, bitch to her and have her hold the fucking party. But no, they must fucking trash my fucking house. Fucking bitch. I'm going to kick Kakkorots fucking ass. She's wobbling. Threatening to collapse at any given moment. Moron. I begin to walk towards her. I tap my hot onto the side walk, take one last drag then flick the cigarette onto the curb. Yet another wasted cigarette. Damnit. I watch as she reaches about the middle of the street. She stops. One had out to balance herself. The other clasped over her mouth. I smirk. I know what's coming next. Her hand is moved from her mouth and I watch as she regurgitates her dinner and the two beers her short, small stature couldn't contain. I frown as I watch her wobble. I instinctively begin to jog towards her.
"Woman?" I call out to her as she begins to hobble away. I step over her mess and stop infront of her. I look into her eyes. They look dull and she has an awful scent radiating from her. My features contort from a frown to a scrunched nose type smirk. "Are you all right?" I ask knowing her answer. But she doesn't answer. She just stares at me. A look of pain in her face as her features contort into an angry look. "Woman?" I ask for her attention. I watch as her eyes open wide and she stares into mine, as if she were surprise and afraid. Then her eyes roll back into her head and I catch her under her arms as her legs begin to buckle beneath her. "Fuck."
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I place the thin cylinder to my lips as I inhale the cancerous smoke. I am in the woman's kitchen getting her some water and aspirin. I stick the cigarette in-between my teeth and bite down lightly as I try to open the God damn child lock on the aspirin bottle. I hate these little fuckers. I get two out of it and take the two aspirin tablets and the bottle into the living room where I laid the woman down. She hadn't passed out too long ago and has beginning to come too. I place the glass and aspirin onto the coffee table about a foot away from the couch I laid her on. I look down at her. Her eyes are shut tightly, she's dizzy, and I had put a wet towel on her forehead, her arm is now bent over the cold, wet towel. I heard that's suppose to help something; I think it might be a fever, but I don't give a fuck. It might help a headache, right?
I hear her grunt and she turns onto her side. I put my cigarette between my teeth, and watch as she moans, and her eyes shoot wide open, and she looks into my eyes, and my eyes widen as she clamps her mouth with her right hand, and I grab the large Teflon pot that I took from the kitchen, and hold it under her chin. I was hoping I wasn't going to need the pot, but it's better than having it smelling up the carpet. I push her untouched hair behind her shoulders as she comes up for air. She fucking owes me now.
She coughs and moans with disgust. Her eyes water and she brings her hand to her mouth to wipe it but stops.
"Are you good?" I ask, which sounded like I was gritting my teeth because of my cigarette, as I place the pot on the floor under her. She nods and I stand. I hold up my index finger indicating 'one minute'. I walk into the kitchen and grab a towel out of the cabinet I thought the aspirin might have been in. Brining it back to her I see she has used the wet towel from her forehead to wipe her mouth. She was, at the moment, downing the glass of water, and the two aspirin tablets were nowhere to be seen. I grab the pot and walk back to the kitchen. I frown with disgust as I dispose of the mess. I grab a new glass and fill it with water, and bring it into the kitchen. "Here," I say as I hand her the fresh glass of water. She takes it from me and drinks it.
She groans as she lays back down, her arm bends over her forehead. "I'm so dizzy," she tells me with a slur.
I grunt and deposit my hot into her empty glass. "That's what happens when you drink, woman. That and blowing your chunks," I say with a small smirk. She moan slash hmphs at me as she sits up.
"I need to," her head droops. "Tooth brush." She places her hands over her head and lays back down. I roll my eyes and take another drag from my cigarette. I throw the cigarette into the cup, and start towards the stairs in search of the woman's tooth brush.
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Oww. My head. It hurts. I can't even lift it. My eyes flitter open and immediately shut. It's so bright! Why is it so fuckin' bright? I place my hands over my eyes and use my elbows to prop myself up into a sitting position. I squint my eyes and look around. Every single window is open and the sun is shining brightly. I am in my living room and Vegeta is smirking at me.
"Good morning Miss Sunshine!" He yells this loudly, knowing fully of my hangover.
I groan and pull my hands over my eyes, and lean against the couch, in an upright position. My breath stinks and taste awful. "Urgh, turn off the lights."
"I can't turn off the sun woman."
"You know what I mean."
"No! I don't!" He shouts to me. Smirking and cackling as I wince. He plops onto the couch next to me. The leather makes that squeaking noise and I cringe. Every noise is adding to my throbbing headache, and I can't help but wonder why Vegeta is in my house. "You're in forever debt to me woman. You may not remember the events of last night, but they are clearly burned into my brain. You reminded me of a street whore." He then began to cackle and I moan and try to slap at him. I of course can not see because my hands are blocking my vision. I don't think I hit him. I fucking hate him. "You're pathetic." He begins to laugh at me, and I feel the pressure on the couch lighten as he stands. "I'm going to go steal something from your fridge. While I'm up is there anything you want, fatass?"
Is he being kind? No. That was an insult. Basterd. Well he was nice in his own mean-asshole-jerky-way. "My tooth brush, some aspirin, water, and the windows to be shut."
"Water and aspirin it is." He says as he strolls out of my living room.
Urgh. I open my eyes and squint. I need this taste out of my mouth. I'll go upstairs and ge- my tooth brush? I squinted at my tooth brush. That, and a tube of tooth paste was sitting on the coffee table in front of me. He went into my bathroom and got it for me? That's sort of nice, but at the same time, an invasion of my personal property. If he went into my bathroom then that means he went into my room, and that means he most likely went through my stuff. I remember drinking at the party. That's it. Shit. How long ago was that? I try to squint at the digital clock on one, of the many, electronics in our entertainment bureau thing. I can't see it.
"Here." Vegeta holds his hand out, it has two aspirin tablets on it, and in the other hand there is a glass of water. I use one hand to take the two tablets. I drop them in my mouth then, using the same hand, take the water from him. He hmphs at me and walks back into the kitchen.
I down half of the water and grab my tooth brush. Braving the strong sunlight coming in through the many windows. I squirt the tooth paste onto the tooth brush and brush my teeth. The minty freshness makes me sigh with relief. Instead of spitting, I swallow it with the rest of the water. I sort of feel better now. I'm still squinting, but I think I might be a little less sensitive to the bright light. Vegeta walks back into the living room with a sandwich.
"Did you brush your teeth?" He asked me as he nodded down towards my tooth pasty tooth brush. I nod. "Yea, you puked way to many times for my liking."
I frown and blush a bit. I hate him, but puking is still embarrassing.
"So I'll tell you what happened 'cause it doesn't look like you remember anything. I carried your wasted ass home after you passed out. You threw up a couple times, and I crashed here, because I didn't feel like going back to my ground zero. Now you are awake, I'm eating a ham sandwich, and telling you two sentences worth of a at least one thousand word occurrence." He smirks at me and takes a bite from his sandwich.
"Sorry," I say in a hushed voice. I sigh.
"You owe me big woman."
"I know, I'm sorry Vegeta. But thanks. I don't know how to make it up to you."
He smirks and chuckles a bit. "Don't worry. I do."
I frown.
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There you have it. I hope you enjoyed. I wonder what he'll ask of her? ahaha.. Please review, the amount of reviews will inspire me and I shall write diligently. Allowing you to be able to read the upcoming chapters quickly and with short periods of anxious waiting. I will hold true to this; being, Christmas break is coming in a few more school days. Nothing too much to do, probably some spare time; being, I don't plan to go anywhere this break. So, please review! Thank you!
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