Blue Roses

Chronic Laziness

"Get up, Woman."

"Eh? Huh.. huh?"

"Get up."

"Where am I?"

A soft white place, a warm place and a cold place and something about it made everything faint and fading, everything except that voice, that voice that she knew so, so well but she couldn't place her finger exactly on what it was, on who it was, she had no real idea what to think. She didn't even know she was sitting or laying, she didn't feel like she wasn't standing.

"You're here, aren't you?"

"Where is here?"

"You're a whore."

Now, here it hurt. She blinked, there it was, there he was, the only thing in this world that made sense, the only person, there he was, "Vegeta?"

"Kakarotto's fine brat and the android fool that killed me."

"I, you don't understand. You've been gone so long, things have really changed..."

"Those facts? They don't apply to the situation anymore?"

"Vegeta, you're dead!"

"I think he's right. You really are just pretending that he's Kakarotto, aren't you?"

"No, I'd never-"

"You whore, you're using him to feel like you're fucking his-"

"I would never hurt Gohan!"

"And now, you've become the android's little pet, such true loyalty."

"You don't understand..."

"And the boy?"

"Don't you talk to me about our son! You left me!"

"You've been fucking the one that killed me."

"I have every right in this world to love again."

"Don't talk to me about your silly little Human emotions."

"Maybe I'm with Juunana because he's so much like you!"

"But you loved Kakarotto's brat, isn't that what you said?"

"I do, I would never hurt Gohan..."

"I'm sure he'll just love to see this."

"I would never hurt Gohan."

Harsh laughter.

"I would never hurt Gohan."

Harsh laughter.

"I would never hurt him, Vegeta!"

Hysterical.

"I love him!"

Cold.

"I would do anything for him!"

Malicious.

"I love him so much more!"

Harsh.

"So much more than I would ever love you!"

Laughter.

Bulma woke up, startled and in a cold sweat. There, there he was. The one she chose, that killed her husband and her mate and the father of her child.

He said it, Bejiita'd said it, and even if it was a dream she felt as if it were so much more, as if she'd really touched him in that other world for a second, and she was ashamed.

Did she love Gokou?

Was that really what this was all about?

So unsure now. So very confused. Things were simple, things were convenient in Juunana's arms. There was no confusion, and guilt was covered easily with pleasure that tasted so much better because it was absolutely forbidden.

She was playing with a devil, and he played back, and when she pushed, he pushed her harder, up against a wall with his hand up her skirt and his lips on her neck, and things were like they were years upon years ago.

She'd made her choice that night, before they had furious sex on the floor and against the wall and in the very bed she was laying against, she'd chosen Juunana, and damn anything that forbid it.

What about Gohan?

How could she say, how could she say she loved him and how could she say that she would never hurt him? This was infidelity of a sort. She let him think that she was a victim, let him worry while she was off having fun with Juunana, and her son had gotten in trouble for this.

Couldn't they all, wasn't there a way to make this end well? Wasn't there a way just to live there in luxury's lap with her son at one side and Juu at another? As long as life was kind to her, she was selfish enough that the future didn't quite matter to her anymore, and altering history no longer mattered.

She was not a victim, no, not anymore. She was his lover and she was not his pet, she was independent and had the ability to make him jealous. She was his equal and she was a different sort of partner, almost.

Juunana was watching her. She stared at him. "How long have you been there?"

"All night. I don't sleep."

"Oh, I see."

"What did you dream about?"

"Nothing."

"That kid, eh?"

"It's nothing, Juu."

"You know, he's going to eventually find out."

"Only because you want him to."

"How did you know I wanted to crush the competition? It's such a damn guy thing to do, huh?"

"Why do you have to hurt him? You've taken so much away."

"I've taken much away? He tried to take away my fun, all was fair."

"Please, don't."

"And you expect that I just let him lust after you, I want him to know that you are mine."

Voices. Voices, everywhere.

"...Fine. You tell him. But I don't want to be there, I don't ever want to see him again."

He raised a brow, "I think I can manage that... But, no. No, you're going to tell him with me."

"Please..."

"I saved your son's life. You owe me. You think after a day I would forget? All the crap you've pulled?"

"I really can't. I can't."

"Your son."

"What if he finds out?"

"What if your boyfriend dies?"

"...Fine. I'll go with you."

Juunana purred.

Shame.

He was kind of cute, asleep that is. Annoying when awake. She watched him with a crazy curiosity. Loyal, honest, he was a little too good, it made him naive, but the qualities she'd always respected in one way or another.

A bit of a baby, but on edge of becoming a man.

Juuhachi leaned over, barely brushed her lips against his to give him his first real kiss, unsure why, bored, perhaps.

Maybe, maybe she could change that.

He had to save her. One way or another, he had to save her. He paced and he sighed and he growled and he thought of all the horrible things that android had done to..

A flash through the window.

Run outside.

There. There they were.

Gohan prepared to fight, but Juunana grinned.

"Someone has something to tell you." He sang out.

"Juu, Juu stop." She sighed.

Juu?

"Come on, he won't believe me if I tell him."

"Gohan..." Bulma looked down.

"Look at him. In the eyes." Juunana instructed.

Unease, unease, Gohan frowned. He was prepared to fight or defend, but not for Bulma's awkward manner.

"I.. and..." Something snapped, right there. Who cared? Who cared about her? Who cared if she slept with Gohan or Juunana or if she was cruel or if she was sweet? The gods had seemingly forsaken her and her precious son. Who cared if she only wanted Gohan because of his father, or if she wanted Juunana more or if she even might have liked him or maybe she didn't, who cared?

He was right.

She did care about Gohan, but a part of her deep, deep inside enjoyed every second of this moment and the question in his black eyes, and she absolutely wanted to destroy him from the inside out.

Where, where had this cruelty come from? She wasn't sure, but her hand snaked up Juunana's neck and it was like he wasn't even there anymore. She let him nuzzle and lick at her, she spoke thickly over her slight moans, and then she looked back at him, a confused and abandoned animal, "I want Juunana. You're... you're a little kid, Gohan. It just couldn't last long between us. I found someone, someone-"

"Better." Juunana finished, his hand moving over her breast. He glared at Gohan, a look that dripped with victory, and Gohan was left alone there, it had happened so fast.

At first, there was denial.

And then, despair.

Okay, I decided that there's going to be some sort of J/T in the fic. Too bad if you didn't want it. I have yet to decide how hardcore it's gonna be, but there is something else I want my readers to give me their thoughts on.

If I'm going to follow the time line, then Gohan has to die (Soon) and this will make Buruma uh ticked and then she's gonna decide to be wretched and alone and make the time machine and all that jazz. I guess I can do that but on the other hand I can go with go off with Juuhachi trying to corrupt Trunks and Gohan lives (because I can't really let him die at the androids' hands, Bulma really couldn't still be seduced after that) and keep on with the story. It's not that it's necessarily your choice, and it's not that these are the only two ways that the fic can go, but at this point some insight onto your opinion would help me make my choice.

RC:

Scan: Thanks. I guess. You know, you kind of ramble. Oh, and don't tell me to "try," thanks. Oh, and the "fragile feelings" thing was a joke you obviously didn't get. Eh.

Lucky Shamrock22: You know I was really unsure of how I felt about Juu too when I wrote this, but I've gotten positive responses.

Priestess of Passion: You're awesome, never be sorry.