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I decided to write with my spare time. This is actually really old and has been sitting on my e-mail. I wrote these on my really old computer in my basement and used some pre-historic writing pad add-on. SO my laptop's Word won't let me edit them like how I would like, and I'm too lazy to edit it on fanfiction's.. So here you go. An unfinished chapter from a while back.. It's actually really funny, haha. Enjoy, review, and I'll get back to writing.
The rim of the cold glass bottle made my lips tingle with anticipation as the malty liquid
poured into my watering mouth and down my throat. I smiled dumbly to myself. I
haven't drank in about two months, and I've been itching for it. I hopped over stacked cans,
and headed out into Goku's back yard. This was his Thanksgiving party. Tomorrow's
Thanksgiving. I take another swig of my fourth beer. I usually can handle about two. I
trip a bit as I try to head towards the kitchen. School hadn't been as bad as I had thought
it would. Of course ChiChi and Juu were pissed, hardly even made eye contact, didn't
speak a word to me, and I sat with Launch at lunch. Ha. That's funny. Launch. Lunch. Ha.
I begin to laugh to myself. It wasn't that bad. Launch was actually really nice. Didn't
breath one word of eating habits when I sat in front of her with no lunch, only a Diet
Coke. I use to be best friends with her up until 8th grade. What bothered me about her
was that she was one of those people who were too good. Not to mention dumb as a post.
I don't know. I should just be happy I have someone to sit with at lunch. Right? Vegeta
and I've been getting slightly closer. We still argue, but he tells me what Juu and ChiChi
say about me. It's pathetic that I've been the focus point of their conversations for the
past month. Jeez, it's like they have some sort of lesbian crush on me. I should use that as
a comeback. Speak of the devils.
"Hmph. Bulma?"
I nod my head. Stupid fucking whores I hate you.
"What are you doing here? I mean, who invited you to my Goku's party?" Her jaw was
tense. Juu remained quit. I watched uneasily as Juu clenched and unclenched her fists.
"Well," I started off tipsily. "Vegeta told me about it, and I'm like hell I could use a few
beers."I throw my arms open as far as they reach and they hit my thigh harder than I
thought they would on the downfall.
"You and Vegeta are talking?" Juu butted in. Poison.
"Yes. What, do you think you own him?" I laugh sarcastically backed with drunk.
"'Cause if you do, you can take him back, he's annoying as fuck, and I seriously do not
know why I bother talking to him. I mean he's hott, I'm not going to lie. But lets be
honest now, his ego is bursting at the seams!" The sad part about that sentence is that I
really said it, and continued. " Yea so he's been telling me some of the crap you guys
have been saying about me, wow. That's all I can really say. Don't you think it's just a
tad bit pathetic that you're still, one hundred percent, pissed at me about that night? I
don't get why you're so pissed? So he used me to break up with you in a cowardly way,
who gives a flying fuck! He's an ass hole! And he swears way too much! Anyways. Back to
what I was babbling about." I paused and sway a bit, chuckling to myself, I was having
fun. "But really, who wouldn't want to cheat on you? I mean you're manly as manly can
possibly manly, manly get! Your shoulders are broader than Broadway!" I seriously
should have stopped while I was ahead, or at least made sense. "You have no boobs, you
have a huge ass, which makes you totally un-proportionate, and on top of it all, you cut your
hair way too short! You're too much of a man to have a dyke hair cut! People will start
thinking things," I said this last sentence in a drunken whisper and nudged her playfully
with my elbow. I mid-as-well have held a bloody carcass in front of a lion. "But then
again Juu, I truly think you are a dyke. Looking at you I know you're one. So stop being
such a bitch to me, I did nothing, as I see it, you brought this whole damn thing upon
yourself. It's like you were just asking for it. Holding up a fucking sign," I then waved
my arms back and forth. "Then you're all boo hoo me, feel sorry for the poor dyke, and
be a bitch to the one that was used. Fuck you Juu. And I'll let you in on a secret: Vegeta
never liked you, he used you as an easy lay, and that's all he'd ever see you as-"
...I will now tell you what little I remember of the traumatic fight that happened after that
last sentence was spoken. I distinctly remember a sledge hammer crushing my jaw bone,
I remember my nails digging into flesh, pulling/ having hair pulled, "GIRL FIGHT!"
being shouted by some ass hole, screams, blood, my blood, more sledge hammers into
my stomach, arms, boobs, legs, I think I got a good punch to one of Juu's eyes, and then
I blacked out when my head connected with dewy grass. The end.
"Hey Vegeta!" Kakkorot called to me as he patted me on the back.
"Kakkorot."
"Dude someone brought another keg!" Krillen yelled, appearing out of nowhere,
obviously drunk off his ass. I smirked and Kakkorot and I followed the short bald head
towards the kitchen. The lights casted a shine on Krillens head, and it reminded me of a
pool's cue ball.
Kakkorot laughed his obnoxious laugh when he saw his brother, Raditz, laying on the
floor with the hose of a keg in his mouth, passed out. I rolled my eyes and snatched a
bottle from a cooler sitting open on the floor near Raditz's head. I'm not in the mood to
risk catching something from Raditz infested oral cavity. I watched with disgust as
Krillen yanked the hose out of his mouth and let the malty liquid spill over his face, not
much making the journey into his mouth.
I walked out of the kitchen with nothing more than a scowl of disgust. Entering the living
room I tried making my way through the throngs of people grinding against one another.
Where the fuck's the woman? I told her about the party, but I've yet to catch a glimpse of
the aqua wench. She's probably passed out drunk somewhere. She seemed too eager
when I told her about the party after our latest 'after school discussion.'
I've been going to the woman's after school at least twice a week to tell her what
the two harlots have been saying about her. It amuses her now. At first she would
sometimes tear up, make me feel uncomfortable, and ask for comforting. It was pathetic.
She's use to it now. She has Launch, a brainless boob, to talk to during school hours. I
stay my distance from her. I always have, why should I speak much to her at school now?
Hell I think I had my first real conversation with her just this year. We use to hardly even
make eye contact. I sort of miss that. I smirk to myself and walk outside.
There's too many people out here. They're in one large swarm. Like flies
attracted to road kill. Then I hear the two words, 'Girl Fight!,' it simply confirms my
simile as stated fact. It's that asshole Yamcha that yelled. I fucking hate that prick. He's
fucking obnoxious as hell and thinks he's God's gift to the fucking world. Well he's
wrong. I am. I again smirk smugly. More people swarm and I stay put, I'm standing near
the back door. My mind begins to churn, who's fighting? I watch as a kid strays from the
pack to collect others. I grab his shoulder and whip him around to face me. I don't
recognize him; but, by his small stature and rounded features I determine he's a
freshman. What the fuck is a freshman doing here? "Who's in the fight." I demand. My
voice must not have sounded threatening enough because the child just gave me this look.
This look of utter disrespect to my seniority. Does he even know who the fuck he's
dealing with?
"Why not look for yourself? What do you think I am? Your messenger boy?" He
told me this with an arrogant demeanor. He obviously doesn't know who I am.
"Listen you little shit, you better fucking tell me who's in the fucking fight before
I lose my fucking patience, and the EMT have to scrap you off Kakkorots fucking patio."
The grip I had on his shoulder tightened and I could feel him tremble. My voice had
become dark, and threatening. Not threatening. No. Promising.
"Uhh, I-I'm not sure their names," he stammered this, his eyes had become wide.
"Well tell me what the fuck they looked like!" What a fucking moron.
"I-I don't know," he said uneasily, "Two girls, ones a blonde the others got blue
hair."
I immediately let the small child go. What the fuck's the woman thinking, getting
in a fight with that she-man! She'll be dead by the time I get there, dumb wench! I shove
people out of my way and as I reach the inner circle I see the woman getting clobbered
by Juu. I quickly grab Juu by the back of her shirt and begin to pry her off. She spit in my
face. She actually hocked a lugee in my face. I was disgusted to say the least. She
immediately started to scream at me and try to get back towards Bulma, who was laying
limply on the ground. Out of all the assholes in the crowd, Tien was the only one that
offered assistance by holding the crazy bitch back while I picked up the woman. She had
a swollen left eye that would turn out black, claw marks covered her right arm, and dirt
speckled her head to toe. She was unconscious. I could feel the vein in my forehead throb
with anger as I watched Juu, still fighting to get back towards Bulma, with minor injuries.
What the fuck did the woman say? Juu could have fucking killed her! What if she's
dead? What if the bitch gave her internal bleeding? My teeth clench with anger. I'll
fucking kill that bitch if the woman has internal bleeding! I shake her lightly, to see if she
responds. Nothing. Not a single movement. What if she's in a coma. Why the fuck did
the woman come? Why did I fucking tell her about the party in the first place! Shit! Fuck!
This is all my fucking fault! Fuck! Fuck! I'm walking aimlessly. Hospital. I need to get
her to the hospital. Urgh! I found myself back to that brat, who was now conversing with
a gaggle of fellow freshmen. I kicked him in the back of the leg to gain his attention. As
he turned around I ordered him to call an ambulance. He complied. I later learned his
name was Trunks.
I'm sitting in the hospital. I'm staring at the floor. There is a stain on the floor. Why are
hospitals always filthy? Don't they have fucking janitors? I hate hospitals. They make me
nervous. I'd never admit that to anyone. The woman's fine. They still think she had a
concussion. But they confirmed she'd be released as soon as her parents answered their
phones. They weren't in the state. Not even the country. They vacation while their
daughter was beat to a bloody pulp. Saved by their neighbor they refer to as the 'spikey
haired kid.' They know my name. That's all I've heard them refer to me as. "Bulma, is
your spikey haired friend staying for dinner?" Her father asked her last week when he
thought I was out of ear shot. Oh well. My parents refer to Bulma as the 'blue haired
girl.' Why do they identify us by hair? Why not something with more substance? That
bitchy girl. That arrogant ass. The girl with the whiny voice. The-
"Hey, Vegeta!"
It was Kakkorot.
"Hey, is Bulma alright?"
He brought his whore.
"Yea, she looked real banged up."
They let the only ass hole who was courteous enough, or perhaps brave?, to hold
back that enraged, crazy whore, who I'm not sure I'd be able to control myself near, next
time I see her. Bitch. For once in my life I wish I was a woman, so I could beat that bitch
cold. Murderous thoughts. I should stop.
That's it. I'll continue, don't worry. Review my lovelies!
-Vegchan