A note: Hey there! Well, Bouzi Neo has GREAT news. I have seven new fics out and seven fics to finish this summer. The fics to finish are: Blue Roses, Bad Assumptions, Why, Giving In, Gift From God, Spirits Within, and My Family, My Love, My Life. Seeing as it's summer, there should be updates every day. Now, what I do is look at the reviews for every story. The one with the most reviews is the winner and I update it. So if you want to see a BR update every day, then I suggest you review, and if you wanna see more updates from my other fics, you should review them too. The deal is that a lot of them have zero reviews. One hasn't been reviewed for three chapters. More reviews makes Bouzi Neo happy. So, without further ado, I give you…
Blue Roses
Bouzi Neo
Chapter 17: Love Bite
He had postponed training to spend the day with her and for that she was grateful. She realized how much she meant to him. How much he was willing to sacrifice for her.
She'd known that Gokou had always put training before Chichi and perhaps that was the wiser choice of the two, but even when she insisted that he go out to train, he told her that it could wait, and he'd do it later that night. The habits of a training Saiya-Jin were well noted.
For once, in a very long time, Bulma felt special in a good way.
They sat outside all morning from dawn to perhaps seven or so. Bulma smiled upon remembering, she'd shivered and he looked at her, nervous at first, but his arm slipped around her shoulders and she smiled. He was very warm, she leaned into him. He seemed a bit frightened at first, but he calmed down and they spoke like adults. How she'd missed companionship, both romantically and just from another adult.
She loved Trunks, he was her son, but she was so protective of him she did not enjoy hearing his thoughts on things, as mature as they were. Not because she did not respect the fact that he was a person, and not that she didn't listen, it was just that it was painful to hear that her baby boy was growing up.
Until the previous night, her Trunks was the only thing in the world she had and that was all there was to say on the matter.
She didn't want him to grow up and yet; she didn't want to keep him a child.
She was so clingy to him it was ridiculous, though she tried not to show it.
Talking with Gohan was refreshing. He was such a brilliant young man. So smart and well bred, yes, she could tell that the schoolwork Chichi pushed on him did help in the long run. Perhaps he was not attending a university, perhaps universities didn't really exist anymore, except for underground study groups for those young and eager to learn, from themselves and books they could scrounge up if nothing else, but he did not grow up ignorant.
She faintly remembered that at the start of their friendship, one of the most annoying things about Son Gokou was his ignorance. His grammar was improper, he was the most naïve person she'd ever met in her life, it was just so shocking and yet obvious that the man, yes, man, that she was leaning against was his son.
Gohan was a strong man, he had a sweet innocence to him that made her so comfortable, though. She adored him for it.
And yet… he was mischievous.
He had a sneaky way of doing things. But she trusted him. He was so complicated for a man that she'd passed off as simple before this whole mess.
But she loved the mess.
He really was a dear.
When breakfast came around, Gohan proved acting was one of his many talents and abilities. If either had hinted to Trunks that there was anything going on between the two of them, then it was probably her. Bulma averted his eyes at all costs and tried to not talk to him at all when Gohan made simple small talk and he was… well, absolutely normal.
Trunks left the room and Gohan leaned against the back of her chair, brushing his lips against her ear, "We need to work on your acting skills." He'd whispered, tilting his head to meet her eyes.
"Shh," She hissed, "He might come back in-sometimes he just wants another roll on the go or forgot to tell me something or-"
She was cut off by the sound of her dear laughing.
At her?
Somewhat annoyed and embarrassed at her stumbling over her own words, she looked at him.
"He won't be back. Calm down. If anything, he'll be bored in his room, playing video games when he wants to be outside training with me, like he probably thinks I'm doing today." Gohan explained.
Bulma raised a brow, not completely trusting him. "But you don't understand how important it is that he doesn't find out…" She softly whispered.
Gohan's arms found their way around her again. "Of course I do. I know how much it means to you. It means a lot to me too."
The second statement was a lie.
He didn't care if Trunks knew or not.
Between Bulma and Trunks, horrible as he felt, he would choose Bulma.
As long as he held her affections, there was nothing else that really concerned him. Trunks was just a scar. Bulma's scar. The sign that said 'Vegeta's been here.'
Gohan knew it was sinful to hold a grudge against the boy because of his father being Vegeta and not he. But he could not help it. He prayed Bulma would never find out about this… resentment.
"We should be a bit more careful…" Gohan closed his eyes, nuzzling Bulma's cheek. If being with her-her lover, meant that she was going to do little but warn her not to do anything that would offend her son… His heart ached for her undivided attention.
He didn't expect her to put her above her son.
But…
He felt frustrated with himself for being so selfish. He could not understand why he was feeling this, but he knew it was shameful.
Bulma rested her hand on his cheek and moved her head to the side, brushing her lips against his. He was shocked at this movement at first, it was quite a contrast from the Bulma that had just been warning him not to hold her in case her son were to walk in. His hold on her loosened, and she stood, grabbing his wrist with a gentle care, "Do you want to see my father's gardens?"
He nodded, following her as she jerked him around corners and through corridors. Gohan was almost out of breath but her eyes were sparkling, excited. She pressed a button by a wall. The wall moved up, and she walked through to a world that was almost not real to Gohan.
He hadn't seen such beauty in a long time.
The androids had managed to destroy most of the world's natural beauties. Bulma sat on a swing, looking forward, "When I was little I would come here to think. It's so beautiful and peaceful. My Dad was a cat lover. He took in all sorts of strays. In fact, he told all pounds in the city that if there was any type of animal that did not have a home and they decided to put it to sleep to send it over here. The most wild of animals were tamed under this roof. " She leaned back, content. Under the pressure, the swing moved back and Bulma lifted her legs.
He watched her from the side; she never went very high on purpose so that they could talk, though she motioned for him to take the swing beside her, "I don't know why I came here." She said softly. "It's just a place I know that we would be safe in. That we could spend time in."
She moved her feet down and the swing came to an abrupt stop. Moving off of it, he smiled and she lead him through. She leaned against him after a while, and he just watched her.
She was so beautiful.
She stood there, golden like the sun, and yet as breathtaking as a full moon.
Oh, he was a fool to think he was good enough for her.
A playful smile curled her lips, "Why so quiet, Son?" She teased, turning to lean against his chest.
He almost fell back under her weight, not that she was heavy, but that the movement was unexpected.
He blushed a bit, but her arms were tight around him and her lips were so close to his. "I was just thinking…"
She raised a brow, "Oh? About what?" Her voice was so deep, so suggestive.
He grinned; she didn't think he would really go for the bait and kiss her back.
Hence the surprised expression on her face when he gently pressed his lips to hers, "If the androids don't kill me, I'll be willing to bet you will. That's all."
Juuhachi didn't know what was wrong with her brother, but she didn't like it one bit.
He wasn't being fun anymore.
They went to the mall; he'd endured her shopping tendencies long enough. Hours. At first, she enjoyed his quiet manner. He was so careful not to be too sarcastic, so that she wouldn't get annoyed and respond that they should just leave. But then, she missed his sarcasm. It was so fun to see that she was annoying him.
Ever since that damn woman…
Her jaw jerked.
Juunana was trying to keep her occupied and she would play his game no longer. They'd been through a quarter of the mall, but she was so bored with him trudging behind, carrying her bags, that she came upon the conclusion that she would just suggest they blow up the mall and be done with it.
But of course that went against his new honor code. Since when did he care about promises? Hadn't she always been the one to want honesty and truth to one's word? And here he was, trying to both save his pride and keep his promise to get in this woman's pants at the same time.
It wasn't going to work that way, though.
She would have just a bit more fun with him.
He was letting a silly human woman boss him around, after all.
What made her so special?
"Look, I'm bored. Why don't we just blow this place to Hell and get it over with?"
Juunana seemed to growl from behind the boxes. He threw them to the side, speaking to her in a most serious tone that sent chills up his sister's spine, "Look, we are not going to kill anyone. If you even try, I will kill you."
Juuhachi was not afraid of her brother by any means but she knew he was serious and out of love and respect for her brother, she nodded. "Okay, but that doesn't mean you can be stupid about this, Juunana. Look, if you want her attention, then why don't you cause a big deal. Remember how you met her. That guy came to fight us. She came to get him."
"No, no, you've got it all wrong. Blondie came to fight us, okay, point granted, but she came to get her son, his apprentice or something. So even if we manage to bring him here, it wouldn't really matter unless the little brat tagged along. And reading between the lines, she doesn't want him out fighting." Juunana leaned against the walls.
Juuhachi sighed; the only way to calm him down was to get this woman for him.
So why didn't she just kidnap the brat and get it over with?
"Hey, Juu? What if we just kidnap him? Then she'll definitely come."
Juunana rolled his eyes once more, "Oh, that'll get her to love me."
Juuhachi raised a brow. 'Love? He's got to be kidding me. Since when has that word ever been a part of his vocabulary? He can't be serious. First he just wants to find out who he is, then he wants to fuck her, then he stalks her, and now he wants her to love him? That can't imply that… he…' She couldn't help herself, "Juu, you're in love with this woman?"
Juunana stared at his sister for a few minutes. Yes, he found the woman attractive. Attractive beyond words. But love her?
He scoffed to think of it.
He wanted her. He wanted to sleep with her, he could even see himself making her a permanent thing, but love her?
Her personality was amusing but annoying when he was around her too long. She was way too… strong.
Okay, that was a lie.
Her personality was attractive. Her strength was amusing at all times because she was such a frail little thing. He closed his eyes, tilting his head down in all arrogance, "You mistook my choice of words. I simply meant that kidnapping her son would bring her all too closer to sleeping with me, don't you think? Really, she'd literally jump into my arms."
"But why does she have to want it too? I mean from what you say she must be attracted to you too, so just ignore her emotions." Juuhachi did not understand. She'd never felt the need to go have sex with any human.
'That's the problem,' Juunana bitterly thought, 'I'm not sure if she's attracted to me or not.' She seemed to be... somewhat used to him. Not as terrified around him. Well, still on guard. And yes, he noticed that she did tend to shake just a bit. But she didn't cower in fear. She was worthy of him.
Having her wasn't enough, he had to have her, and she had to want it.
Then again, he was not going to play slave to this frail woman. He would not kill… but perhaps his sister's idea would work after all. "Okay." He finally said, smirk on his lips and the old Juunana that Juuhachi finally recognized returned. "So we'll trash the place. But don't whine about burning any dresses or makeup you want, you had your chance. And, don't-"
"Kill anyone? Fine. Just make it look like we have."
This made sense enough to Juunana. What they wanted was a public report. The group would hurry all the more if they thought that there was a large sum of lives there they needed to protect.
And then, he would have her.
He could barely wait, the anticipation, it seemed like he'd been running after he for years.
She was so fascinating.
She never got boring, with her witty tongue and defiant eyes. Yes, he loved seeing her afraid all the more, just because those pretty sapphires would glow in a different way.
He wanted to see her under him, he wanted to feel her and taste her kiss.
Juuhachi, on the other hand, was picking up her boxes and as fast as she could, making an effort to put them all in capsules so not to damage her precious clothing. As she said all too often, she was a woman too, even if she were an android.
Looking towards her brother, the demon with ice blue eyes faced the end of the mall they'd already explored, and then her hand extended. Juunana followed suit, his energy glowing from his fingertips…
Then there was fire and panic.
He sighed and rested his head against his palms. Fingers entwined, elbows out. "Ugh, why hasn't Gohan left yet? I know Mom's worried about him, but this is ridiculous. You'd think he'd have left to train by now."
Trunks sighed and forced himself to sit up, leaning back on his palms. He supposed if there was nothing better to do, he'd just watch television, there had to be something on.
He sighed, he really didn't feel up to it. Leaning over on his bed, he flipped the radio on, "…. And reports from West City Mall say it is currently under attack. If you are in the area, please, turn back and head the opposite direction. This is for your safety, of course…"
Trunks needed to listen to no more. If his mother would not allow his friend to go out after the androids… he thought about going to get Gohan for a moment…
But…
No.
He would do this on his own.
He would do… something.
Anything.
It didn't matter what, as long as… He did something.
He wouldn't kill them. Chances are that he was the one in danger. But he could fight them, he could protect the people, he could save someone, and that made it worth it. That was what this was all about.
This was his choice, and he was to stay with it until the day he died, and if that day was today… then so be it.
Trunks found himself opening his window.
He was out of his mind, but a twisted thought, as masochistic as it seemed, he knew that his mother's beloved Son-San would've done the exact same thing.
Bulma laughed. She hadn't felt this young in so many years… But she looked to the side, noting that it was past noon.
She needed to go get Trunks and see what he wanted to have for lunch. Despite his protests, Bulma left Gohan. He went towards the kitchen and she towards her son's room.
She worried so… what if he did find out? Nothing in the world mattered to her more than her Trunks. He was all she had left.
Of course she had Gohan, but what she held with her son was something very special that no one could replace and she would not hurt her son.
She would die before her little boy hurt.
"Trunks, Honey, it's time for lunch!" She called through his doorway.
He wasn't in there.
Under any other circumstances, she would've assumed her son had just been elsewhere, but his window was open. Under the breeze, the curtains floated softly about the air.
She panicked, debating getting Gohan. No, she couldn't. Chances were that Trunks went out to go fight with the androids all by himself while she was flirting with Gohan in the lab, oh, she felt so horrible, and if Juunana found him…
She couldn't have Gohan and Juunana talk. She couldn't let Gohan know… But then again, this was her son's life.
Why?
Why did she have to leave him?
Why did he have to go?
Oh, she would've preferred that Gohan had trained than with Trunks than stayed with her and now her son was missing.
Her heart ached and guilt flowed through her.
She was a horrible mother.
Hadn't she just been thinking about what she would do to keep him from hurting? "Without knowing it, I've become a hypocrite…" She murmured softly, tears flooding through her eyes.
'No,' She thought with all stubbornness.
She would find her son on her own.
The woman raced down the hall, the security room was at the end. She would make a last minute search for her son, and then she would research where they were.
If she could go without Gohan, then she could easily talk Juunana out of doing anything to her son.
If Gohan went, then Juunana would assume the truth, that they were together, and her son would have to pay for that.
She could not let that happen.
"Security, I-"
"Good afternoon, Miss Briefs." The computer beeped.
Bulma sighed and rubbed her head; "I need you to do two things for me. First, check for Trunks. Is he in the house?"
The computer grunted, scanning through the house. After fifteen seconds, it responded, "Not found. Trunks Briefs is not in the household or a five mile radius outside Capsule Corporations."
Bulma rubbed her head. She'd been right, but she just had to make sure… "Okay. Now, I need you to check through the RRS. Tell me if there is any news of the androids attacking anywhere within fifty miles of West City." She eagerly asked.
Bulma had created the RRS, Recorded Radio System, so that all reports were saved and archived, in case of emergency attack.
This definitely proved that the invention was useful. "Yes. It is reported that there was an attack on West City Mall only a forty five minutes ago."
Bulma took a deep breath.
She had no choice but to go after him.
She sighed and jogged back to the kitchen. Now, to make up some excuse.
Gohan could sense her energy. He would follow her if he thought she just left. "Gohan, I need to go pick up a few things. I'm taking Trunks with me. Can you go ahead and grab something to eat right now and make yourself at home? I'll be back with something nice for dinner." She waved hastily and turned.
Gohan noticed there was something off about her behavior but had no idea that it was because Trunks had run off. He simply thought it was that she realized at the last minute she needed something and wanted to take Trunks along so that he could get out of the house.
Bulma sighed, couldn't her car go any faster? She hoped it could. She was sure after a few minutes she'd managed to out run a few cop cars trying to intercept her, but her son was in there and the devil himself could not stop her from making it to him.
She was such a horrible person…
She had to tell Gohan it was off.
They were together a day, and look at what happened!
Oh, her son.
Why did he have to go off and play the hero?
She didn't need him to be a hero! She'd lost way too many heroes in her day! She needed a son, not a hero to go out there and risk his life and win over and over again by luck and then one day get killed.
She wouldn't let that happen.
She could barely stand the thought of Gohan dying. Her own son…
It would break her.
She was a strong woman, but the death of her son would definitely break her.
She arrived at the mall and practically jumped out of her vehicle. The police officers had been racing after her, but as soon as she was within the parking lot, the androids started shooting at the cops.
She knew this was Juunana's work. He didn't want to hurt her, and yet he didn't want her there. But there was nothing he could do, was there? What if he accidentally shot her? Bulma sighed.
Men.
And the way they thought... Juunana was expecting her.
Good.
She walked in the doorway seemingly carefree enough, but inside she was afraid. Not for herself, but for her son. If that monster hurt him… "Trunks! Trunks, where are you?!" She shouted.
She'd come this far; she wasn't going to go home. Not without her son.
Store after store, story after story, she searched.
She could've sworn that something was following her, but when she called out Juunana's name it didn't respond. And Juunana would've made his presence known. She was in the center of the mall by the water fountain.
"Trunks! If you hear me… Just… Call me, or something!" She tilted her head to the side. She would not admit defeat. The mall was huge. He could've been anywhere. If he were in one of the main department stores then he wouldn't have heard her by a long shot. But if he had… what if he were gagged? Bulma knew she had one choice. "Juunana! Juunana"
Her voice echoed throughout the mall, and she waited second after second, minute after minute, feeling useless, as she was not doing anything productive to help her son.
She could take it no more, and she stood.
She turned to find the devil himself leering at her. "Juunana." She practically spat, but she was begging her eyes not to water.
"You've come to visit me for once. What an occasion." He murmured softly, resting a hand on her cheek. He could see she was about to cry and he hadn't imagined it would be like this. He didn't want to see her upset anymore, he didn't know why he cared, but seeing her like this was clearly out of the question. His hand stroked her cheek so softly.
She almost thought that it was a real human touching her with such gentle care. But he was an android, incapable of emotion; he was simply mimicking what he'd seen from other people. "Where is my son, Juunana!? What'd you do to him?"
"Shh… don't cry. Calm down." He regained a bit of himself, moving his hand from her cheek and smirking a bit, "But then you'll owe me. A lot."
"I don't owe you anything, you monster!" She hissed.
Juunana calmly rested a hand on her hair.
Touching her now seemed so necessary.
"Now, now, there's no need for name calling. You know, I've spared your life so many times, you really should be a bit nicer to me."
Bulma tilted her head in the air. Yeah, he'd spared her. Oh, how gracious he was. "Killing is wrong period, and you are sick for finding it fun. People are not your toys!" She cried.
Juunana could barely take this.
He didn't know why. Why did this stupid woman affect him so? He wanted so much for her to understand him. He wanted so much for her to realize the things he had done for her, she didn't have to accept him, but understand him.
She needed to realize that other humans were inferior and deserved to be put out of their miserable existence. But she was different.
She was special.
She was worthy.
So defiant, and yet here, her only weakness was her son, was it? So, he'd have to use it against her. He sneered, his eyes turned cold once more, "Now, that's no way to talk to the man that controls whether your son lives or dies." His tone was so cold.
Bulma's eyes widened a bit, he couldn't… he wouldn't really… hurt her boy… "No…" She whispered. "No! No! No!" She was almost hysterical, "Just… don't hurt him."
"You're a very strong woman. I look up to that, you know. You risked your life to enter an impossible situation to save your son's life. Your son has your blood in him, I can tell. He came to stop us. He gave my sister a bit of a fight, too. She was impressed for someone his size and age. "
"Don't hurt him."
Juunana laughed, "Okay. I won't hurt him, but you do know what you owe me more and more by the minute now. It would be so easy to kill you right now."
That was a lie. He could kill her…
But it would be very far from easy.
Bulma looked at him with disbelief, "You promised me that you wouldn't kill anyone for a week!" She snarled.
What a pig.
"But I guess I never really expected you to keep it."
She turned, but he yanked her wrist. "Oh, yes, seeing as I'm such a monster, right? I'll have you know I haven't killed a soul!" He responded, trying his hardest not to scream.
He'd shocked her.
Good.
He would not let her step all over him. He couldn't. He'd lost himself for a moment, catching sight of her so desperate, but now was different.
Bulma stared.
He seemed so offended that she has implied he didn't keep his word. So angry.
But how could she believe that?
He'd wrecked an entire mall.
"You've betrayed me, Juunana." Her voice was so quiet.
Enraged, Juunana could hold himself no longer. How could he make her see? How could he make her understand? She was such an infuriating little woman, was she deaf? Holding her wrist to his chest with one hand, and the other hand on her waist, pressing her to him, Juunana rested his lips on hers, "Now listen, I have put up with a lot of shit from you, but I swear, your son will be the first I've murdered since my little deal with you if you do notshut up." His lips were warm. Her smell was even sweeter this close, she was almost intoxicating.
"Don't hurt him." She hissed through grit teeth.
She tried to not enjoy the feeling, but he sent chills down her spine, a sick twist in her stomach that she enjoyed. It was like being on a roller coaster. It took more self-control than she wanted to admit to not kiss him back.
"Leave her ALONE!"
Juunana leered and tilted his head down, forcing a kiss, at first. But then, he bit her upper lip. Hard. Bulma made a protest-like moan, but he closed his eyes, he enjoyed the taste of her blood in his mouth all too much. Sucking on her lower lip gently, Bulma felt his hold on her loosen, but she did not budge.
Gohan, watching this, was instantly infuriated.
Juunana let Bulma go, looking to Gohan.
He smirked. A bit of her blood was on his lips.
Gohan stared.
He waited calmly.
"Where's my friend?" Juunana laughed. "Well, I was going to give him back, but since neither of you decided to play nice, then we'll have to wait until another time. Don't worry, we'll take great care of him."
Bulma tried to run to Gohan, half way to get away from Juunana, but something hit her foot as she managed. Gohan was alert, but it turned out to be a necklace.
A beautiful necklace, shining in all of its glory in the light between Juunana and Bulma.
"When you're ready to take your son back, put that on. Don't worry, I'll know."
She could've sworn that his lips brushed hers once more.
She could've sworn Juunana's leg slammed into Gohan, waiting and on guard, and the man fell back creating a crater in the wall.
He was unable to get up to fight, but Juunana was already gone.
She could've sworn.
But he was gone now. With her son. She could've fainted.
She could've sworn.
He couldn't have felt worse.
Trunks was missing and it was all his fault.
Bulma had not stopped sobbing since they made it home. Gohan could do little but hold her. "Shh…. Shh… I'll get him back for you, Bulma. I promise. On my life. Don't cry." He whispered.
He was a monster.
He was horrible. How could he have let Trunks and Bulma down like this? The entire fight was one kick to the shoulder, and then Juunana vanished!
He swore.
Bulma, red faced and teary-eyed ran her tongue over the bite where the skin'd been broken. Gohan watched her, thinking that she was reminded of how she was violated earlier. The truth was that something deep inside of her pretended that it was Juunana holding her and Juunana kissing her.
She cursed the thought and leaned into Gohan, he held her, so strong, she knew that there was little reason to despair. Gohan would get Trunks back for her.
And if he couldn't… She became conscious of the bulge in her pocket. She would put on the necklace.
"I'm sorry he did that to you… I wasn't fast enough to…. Save either of you…" He whispered. He was such a poor wreck. Bulma rested her hand on his cheek and pulled his head towards hers.
"Right now we need to regroup and think of a way to get my son back and not feel sorry for ourselves. Trunks is a very strong boy. He'll be fine. For now." She could not help but feel like she was just saying this.
Gohan looked down, 'Shouldn't I be saying this to her?' Arms wrapped tightly around her, he kissed her again. "I'll protect you guys, Bulma."
A pair of eyes watched the couple, perched on a tree.
She lied to him.
She was with him all along. Look at that undeserving, insolent, inferior trash touching the woman that he'd claimed! Juunana's jaw clinched.
He saved her life. He protected her. He defended her and spared her and kept his promise to her, and what had she done? Lied. He swore on his life that he would punish this woman.
She kissed him. She let his lips touch hers. He wanted to rip him to shreds for looking at her.
He wanted to do so many things to both of them…
"You lied to me. That was a very bad idea."
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Next chapter: Juunana has vowed to get back at Gohan. His jealousy can hardly contain him and when Bulma puts on the necklace, rational thinking is obviously not something he's concerned with.
Hello : ) : Thanks! Update's here!
Xen003: I shall update as quickly as humanly possible!
GethMane8: Thank you. As for the lemon… I don't wanna mess this fic up with a crappy Bouzi Neo lemon, so until I'm ready, we'll stick with lime which I'm considerably good with.
§TaiBulmaChan§ : I'm a B;/V fan too. All secrets stay here. All Hell will break loose. –Grins- That's the fun part. And in her defense, at the time.. she didn't lie about Gohan… she lied about Gokou.
Jay: Fluff! I am… bad at fluff. Hehe, but I will try rather hard to give Bulma and Gohan some fun-fun adult time… not a lemon. You've seen my idea of a decent lemon from me.