(A/N)- Hey guys, sorry it took so long to update, I was hoping I could do it on a daily basis, but I got caught up in Lab Monkey a B/V AU by the tempest, best story I've read so far, it's amazing and highly recommended. Anyway w/o further ado….
Not a Fairy Tale
Chapter 7
Kami damnit all. Bulma looked up at the blue and white checkered clock on her wall. Almost seven thirty, I wish I could invent a way to slow time down. The truth was she was more worried about talking to Yamcha, than actually being ready in time for their date tonight. He was taking her out to Casa La Blanca, a new hot restaurant in the middle of downtown. An upbeat place that was based on old-fashioned type of lounges, a place where a guy ordered food for his girl and smoked cigars. Under any other circumstances Bulma would've been ecstatic to be going out to such a fancy place, but tonight was very different.
Bulma rushed around her room, panic ridden and jumping from bureau to closet and back to her mirror in some sort of chaotic ritual. She had curlers in her hair, and her stockings were pulled up to her thigh were they laid unclasped to her novelty 1920's flapper girl, black, lacy thong. She was topless at the moment and her perky breasts were bouncing, wildly with every movement. Bulma pretended that she was in a mad rush with having trouble finding something to wear. The truth was that she had planned an outfit for Casa La Blanca while the building was still under construction. She quickly pulled out her curlers and her hair bounced in a cutesy sort of way. She smiled at herself in the mirror and bent over to put some mascara on when the she could make out the sound of the doorbell from downstairs. Yamcha.
She jumped with the sound and spread mascara all over one of her eyes, temporarily blinded she tripped and fall into the counter breaking a jar of very expensive perfume when she landed with a hard thud. Fuck me! She quickly jumped up and corrected her makeup; stumbling out into her bedroom she grabbed the short black Audrey-Hepburn esque, beaded dress and with a quick tug on the zipper she was almost ready. She grabbed her simplest black heels from the closet and slipped into them, taking her time and trying hard to sort out her thoughts. What am I doing? Bulma Briefs you are in way over your head. She took shame in admitting she was scared, she was a proud woman, and more stubborn than the gates of heaven, she would do anything to get her way. She had the type of diluted ego that led her to believe that anything was possible and everything was hers for the taking. But today she just felt like crawling under her covers and never getting up. She swallowed hard and took in her image in the mirror; she looked like swirled marble as her perfect ivory skin jumped out from behind the dark black dress. Her long legs went on forever and they were even more sculpted by the leggings she wore, her dress came into an old-fashioned deep V that left very little to the imagination. Her hair bounced perfectly and she had a diamond chocker on to match the sparkle that naturally came out from her deep oceanic eyes.
Yamcha waited impatiently downstairs. He had been eager to see Bulma ever since the incident in the kitchen a weeks ago, and she had seemed so distant and distraught on the phone two nights back. Her mom said that she was in the bath, but instead of getting a relaxed, sleepy girl on the other end of the receiver Bulma seemed distracted and stressed. He figured she was still mad at him about ditching her to train, so he decided to take her out somewhere nice to make up for it. He was making small talk with Bunny when the back door flew open and a dark aura filled the room. "Where is that worthless servant girl?" Bunny lifted her hand in greeting and ran to Vegeta's side. "Oh my, dinner won't be ready for another hour, and I am afraid Bulma has plans tonight, but feel free to join us for game night tonight. O me and Dr. Briefs would love your company." Bunny continued to talk as she walked into the kitchen; a second later she appeared carrying some tea. The whole time Vegeta stood with his arms crossed over his bear chest. His eyes never left Yamcha, who had a suspicious feeling that Vegeta wasn't to happy over these new developments. Just as the vain started to pop out on his forehead Bulma was descending the stairs. Vegeta shifted his eyes from Yamcha to Bulma, a slight smirk lifting the corners of her face. Bulma saw Vegeta and she blushed, than she saw the confused look on Yamcha's face and turned an even darker shade of red. Vegeta's smirk quickly faded as he caught Yamcha staring at Bulma. He grunted and fisted his hands at his sides; no way in hell was he going to let Bulma get away without fixing his machine.
"Hey Yamcha," Bulma turned to look at Vegeta, "Hi." She wanted to talk to Vegeta as well, but decided Yamcha would be much easier to talk to and maybe he would be warm-up for an attempt to have a real talk with the daemon prince. Vegeta grunted, this time not even trying to hide his anger, he stalked up to Bulma and shoved his index finger right into her surprised face. "Fix it now woman." Bulma swallowed hard, she hadn't expected anything to change, at least not drastically, but this was ridiculous. "What..." she started before she was cut off by Yamcha, "Hey look Vegeta, me and Bulma have special plans tonight, so your little toy will have to stay broken for right now. She isn't your servant and she is busy, so your just going to have to wait." Yamcha smiled cockily than chocked back a gulp as Vegeta turned around to face him. He didn't speak, he just stared, hard, never ceasing. Yamcha felt himself freeze as the room temp dropped at least ten degrees. Vegeta's obsidian eyes burned into his forward and he feared that he may die of cardiac arrest if he stood his ground any longer. "Look," everyone turned to face Bulma, except for Bunny who heard a ding in the kitchen and went to retrieve her cookies. "Vegeta, Yamcha is right. I have pl…we have plans tonight, so you are just going to have to wait." Vegeta's hands fisted so hard that blood pooled into his palms. His teeth were grinding and they could nearly hear the sound of them breaking under the sheer force of his jaw. He whipped his entire body around and stalked out the kitchen without another word. That night people from five miles away could hear his torturous grunts from the work out he put himself through.
Yamcha finally had time to soak in Bulma's appearance and he was not disappointed. He drove them downtown and the whole ride there they were silent. Once at the restaurant, they were seated right away into a quiet booth in the back. They ordered some champagne and Yamcha was the first to speak. "Bulma I'm sorry." Bulma looked up stunned from her glass. "I know I haven't been the best boyfriend lately and I haven't had time to spend with you, but that's why I wanted to make it up to you. With all the training I have had to do to prepare for the androids, I haven't given much thought to anything else. That's when I realized that I needed to think beyond the androids, into the distant future of you and me." He paused for effect and smiled as he sipped from his glass. Across the table Bulma had subconsciencely downed the entire bottle of champagne and was raising her hand to place another order. Their waiter made his way over the table and Bulma just pointed to the double martini, the waiter started to walk away and before he was out of earshot she yelled, "Make it two." Yamcha watched the whole scene with amusement, he may have been good looking, but he lacked common sense, and had no idea something was wrong with Bulma. He looked up at her and smiled as the waiter laid two giant martinis in front of her. She wasted no time in gulping down both of them and Yamcha finished on his tirade. "Bulma, after the androids are gone, I think it is high time we settle down, your not getting any younger you know." With that he placed his hand on the back of his neck and scratched trying to look innocent while her eyes burned through him. He took on a more serious face and dropped down on one knee in front of her, "Bulma," he grabbed both her hands, "will you..." BLAHH. Bulma Briefs broke all of her golden rules that week, she had slept with a roommate, who was not her boyfriend, she had gotten smashed in public, and now she had gotten kicked out of a high-end restaurant for throwing up all over their brand new marble floors.
"Bulma, dear are you ok." No answer. "Yamcha told me you weren't feeling good and he stayed the night on the couch just to look over you, is it ok if he comes in." … "Bulma." "Uggghhhh." Bulma rubbed her sore temples and sat up in slow motion, she gripped onto her sheets for extra leverage and now the full force of her headache took affect. "Mom, I'm still not feeling good, please tell Yamcha I'm sorry and I will call him later." She practically collapsed back down into her sheets, she hadn't been this drunk since prom her junior year, and although she wasn't at her best, she seemed to recall some promise made all those years back about never getting that drunk again. She rolled over on her side and slept for another five hours. She only awoke at three in the afternoon because she was startled awake. She had had the burning sensation of someone watching her and it was so unsettling in actually caused her to wake. At first she feared something was tragically wrong as all she saw was black, dark, obsidian. But as she stirred and her eyes adjusted she realized that the obsidian was surrounded by white, and she immediately knew who was staring at her. "No wonder your so fat, all you do is sleep, you lazy onna." The last person in the world Bulma wanted to see was standing right before her, his eyes taunting her into a dark and painful awakening. "Fix the damn machine, I will not ask again." Bulma stretched her arms over her head and a little to late stifle an oncoming yawn. Vegeta crossed his arms over his chest and smirked down at the blue haired angel, "I don't know why you are so tired, that baka fool you call a boyfriend certainly didn't keep you up late." His arrogance burned off of him with the unyielding fury of ten thousand suns and Bulma was shocked into full consciousness.
"Vegeta! How dare you. You cocky, egotistical….monkey." She glared at him with her perfect blue eyes, hoping she could cut him down. Vegeta seemed extremely unmoved by her efforts and his grin only widened. "Don't take it out on me, I'm sorry he doesn't live up to the standards I set for you, few men do. To bad you'll never be able to experience me again. Sorry woman, but that was a one time deal." He turned arrogantly on his heel and strutted out of the room. Bulma's hair was a mess and it stuck out every which way, her face was red and her hands fisted, she looked very much the part of a strong warrior, and she was for the battle she fought inside of herself. She was so unbelievably mad at Vegeta, how dare him. He was cocky and over confident, and knew exactly which buttons to push, the problem was….he knew what buttons to push and once Bulma had had her buttons pushed by Vegeta, she knew no other man would do.