IMPORTANT A.N. at the bottom of this chapter. Please, please, please read it! Thanks!!!
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DBZ-fan-JESS- Hi!! Long time. haha sorry. Bulma and Vegeta are going to get closer over this little weekend trip, definitely!!
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PunkOnna- Chad is stupid! Yeah, eventually Krillin's going to come onto the scene and him and 18 WILL hook up. But it's a while down the road. I know! I hate seeing her with this Chad guy, but it's all for the sake of the story!
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Shades of Crimson- You brought up a good question. Bulma's dad isn't the inventor of the capsules in this story. He's just a science professor at the college that Bulma was originally supposed to go to back in her hometown. So, yeah. They don't know each other. And yes.. Alessa is super bitch. You get to find out what she did to make Vegeta hate her in the end of this chapter, too.. it's a big 'No, no' in my book!!!
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KarineD- 17's girlfriend, Karra, is just a girl that he meant over the summer at the college he's attending in NYC. I've haven't completely finished developing her character yet. 18 is June, and she's at a beach near LA with Chad. Marron's not completely idiotic in this fic, and yep! Akira's a model.
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Chapter 6 Weekend in LA: part 3!
June watched the waves breaking over the rocks and let out a slow breath. The sun had finally gone down, but there were still some purplish rays of light shooting up from the horizon. Chad was sitting next to her, brushing at the sand on his legs.
"Why do we keep doing this?" She asked him quietly.
Chad looked over at her, taking in her profile. The wind kept blowing her loose hair all over the place, reminding him of the time they had went sailing on his father's boat and made love on the deck all afternoon. Sighing, he turned back to watching the waves.
"I don't know," he whispered. "You're beautiful, and I know you're the girl for me. It's just that we're so young yet. We haven't experienced all there is to do out there, 18."
"So that's why you run off with other girls?" She demanded angrily. "I'm the one, but I'm not good enough to have all your attention, is that it?!"
"June, can you just calm down. I'm trying. I want to only want you."
She stood up and grabbed her mesh bag. "But you shouldn't have to try. I'm calling a cab, and I'm going back to San Callisto," she told him. "Please don't bother me there." She gave him a pleading look before turning away from him and walking toward the pier.
Bulma felt bad for dragging Vegeta through the mall on a Friday night, knowing how much he hated crowds, but if he wanted her to really get Alessa off his back, he'd have to endure a little high-end shopping trip. She quickly grabbed several items that she liked and knew would look amazing on her and walked up to the counter. There was no time to be obssessively picky or try things on! The young woman behind the counter smiled politely at her and eyed the huge pile in front of her. It was times like these she wished she were paid on commission.
"Cash or charge, miss?"
Bulma grabbed her wallet. "Charge."
"Here," Vegeta cut in, handing the sales associate his credit card.
"Vegeta, what are you doing?! That's close to four hundred dollars worth of clothes!"
"And the only reason you're buying them is to," he paused, glancing at the cashier. There was no way he was going to admitt that Bulma was pretending to be his girlfriend for the weekend in front of anyone. He had his dignity! "You know," he said quickly, adverting his gaze to the store's entrance.
"But I like this stuff, and it's not like I'm only going to wear it for the weekend," she argued.
"Just think of it as," he started, frowning. He muttered something under his breath that she couldn't hear.
Bulma gave him an annoyed look. "Think of it as what? I didn't catch the last part of that."
"A thank you," he hissed through gritted teeth. He ran a hand through his spikey hair and sighed. "Thank you."
A slow smile spread across Bulma's lips, and she gave the cashier the okay to use Vegeta's card. "You're welcome, Vegeta. I just hope I don't disappoint," she told him sincerely, grabbing her bags from the counter.
Vegeta scribbled his signature on the slip and took his card back from the lady. He pocketed the receipt and turned to watch Bulma walking out the door. "I doubt you will," he whispered, admiring the current view with a smirk.
Bulma stopped outside the store, waiting for him to catch up. "I need shoes, which might take a bit more time then the clothes," she told him.
"Whatever, I have to pick up some things myself. I'll meet you back here. Get whatever you want." He pulled his card out and shoved it in her hand before she could protest. "20 minutes," he said again.
"Um, okay." She watched him walk off toward the other end of the mall and laughed to herself. She looked at the card and then at the shoe store. 'Get whatever you want.' Vegeta sure was being liberal with the cash tonight, but then again, he was rich. 'He must really, really hate Alessa,' she thought, going into the next store.
Twenty minutes later, Bulma was dragging several bags in each hand toward a bench nearby where she was to meet Vegeta. She plopped onto the bench and chuckled evilly, lifting a Victoria Secret's bag. She was going to have some major fun with him when he got here!
"God, do I even have a cash balance on that card anymore?" Vegeta asked from behind her.
Bulma laughed. "Hey you wanted a girlfriend," she countered. "And I'm high maintenance, baby, but don't worry. I got you a little something." She handed him the pink and white striped bag and bit her lip.
Vegeta raised an eyebrow and reached inside it. "What the hell..."
He pulled out lacey, baby blue corset and matching panties. The look he gave Bulma was priceless, sending her rolling on the bench in a fit of laughter. Everyone around them stared as they passed, which only made Bulma laugh harder and Vegeta's blush turn redder. She stood up and pulled it out of his hand, placing it back in the bag.
"Come on. We've got a long drive," she said, patting his shoulder.
Vegeta shook himself from his shock induced state. "Um, yeah." He grabbed the majority of her bags and started toward the exit.
"So, what'd you buy?" Bulma inquired as they walked toward his black sports car.
Popping the trunk, he replied, "Just some clothes."
"I see. More black oversized pants and rock t-shirts, huh?" She teased good-naturedly.
"I wear other things," he shot back.
"Well, I have yet to see these hypothetical 'other things'," she continued. Teasing him was such great fun for her!
"Whatever."
She stuffed her bags in the trunks. "Aw! I get it. You want to look good for you mommy and daddy."
"Hardly. My father is having business associates over this weekend, and as his son, I'm expected to look presentable."
Bulma faked a seriously look. "Very professional of you."
"Just get in the car. We still have to pack all this shit and drive for an hour and half," he grumbled.
"Okay, okay!"
"Hi, hunny! I'm home," June announced, pushing open the door.
Bulma looked up from the luggage bag she was stuffing full of clothes. "18! What are you doing here?" She ran around her bed and gave her friend a hug. "Me and Vegeta were going to pick you up later. I was just about to call you. Don't unpack!"
June laughed. "Why? I don't need a rescue party anymore."
"Yeah, but you're coming with us to Vegeta's parents' house in LA. There's no way I'm leaving you alone here to wallow."
"I guess, but are you sure this is okay with Vegeta?"
"If he want's a girlfriend for the weekend, it better be," Bulma answered with a wink.
"Okay, then! Beach attire isn't gonna be sufficent is it?"
"Nope! His parents are rich, and he said to expect business-type guys there."
June spotted all the shopping bags by the trash can. "Aw, man! You went shopping without me, B?! We were saving up to do that together!"
Bulma grinned. "I only bought one thing."
"There's like ten bags there! This 'one thing' come in pieces?!"
"The rest were compliments of our always-angry friend," she elaborated.
"No way?! Vegeta took you shopping!"
"Yep, and boy did I get him good, too. You should have seen his face. His eyes got all buggy, and he turned bright red! It was great. I wish I had had a camera on me."
"What'd you do to him?!"
"Oh my god, Vegeta! This place is beautiful," June spoke up from the backseat, scanning the perfectly manicured lawn and the off white, villa that stood in the center of the estate surrounded by palm trees.
"Yeah, it's huge too," Bulma added. "How many rooms are in that thing?!"
"25 I think. It's small."
Both girls glanced at each other and then back at their friend. "Yeah, okay," they said simultaneously.
He parked the car in front of the house and jumped out. "Come on. I'm tired."
"What about our stuff?" June asked.
Vegeta ignored them and walked up to the door. It opened before he could reach for the knob, and a middle-aged italian man dressed in a plain, black suit nodded to him. "Nice to see you again, sir. I have rooms set up for you and your friends."
"That's nice. Can you see to the bags, Renato?" Vegeta handed the butler his keys and turned back to Bulma and June. "Are you going to stand out here all night?"
They shook their heads and ran up the steps past Renato. Vegeta lead them into the foyer, which was a large, spacious room. Straight ahead was a beautiful marble staircase so intricately placed, that you couldn't see the seam where the blocks came together. Bulma was in awe and so was June.
"I feel like I'm in a mini-palace," Bulma whispered.
"Me, too," June whisperped back excitedly.
Vegeta started up the stairs slowly, waiting for them to catch up. He took a left at the top, strolling down a long hallway lined with several doors on each side. He stopped close to the end and opened the door to his right. "One of you can sleep in here," he told them. He opened the door right across the one he just opened. "The other in here. My rooms at the very end of the hall."
Just then, Renato walked toward them, followed by a smaller, younger man. They were carrying all the luggage. Vegeta nodded to them both and spoke to them quickly in Italian. "I'll see you in the morning," he yawned.
"Wooo!!" Hunter laughed and waved his arms above his head. "Yamcha, my man! Let's go. The waves are calling!"
Yamcha eyed the water catiously. "Um, yeah. I can't surf, Hunter."
"Oh, that sucks man. We're all about to go out. This is one of the best beaches for surfing on the west coast!"
"Go on ahead. I'll be fine."
Hunter picked up his board and ran off toward the water, leaving Yamcha alone next to the cooler of beer. Sighing, he grabbed an icy can and popped it open.
"Hey there."
Mid-chug, Yamcha choked on is drink. He coughed and leaned forward, spitting beer all over the sand. A giggle reached his ears, and he glanced up at a pretty blond in a hawaiian print bikini. She knelt next to him and patted his back.
"I didn't mean to startle you," she said. "I'm sorry."
"It's okay. I'm fine," he rasped.
The young woman smiled. "Good. I'm Rebecca by the way," she offered cheerfully and extending her hand to shake his.
Yamcha caught his breath and smiled politely. "Nice to meet you. The name's Yamcha," he told he while shaking her hand.
Rebecca glanced at the ocean. "The waves are killer here."
"That's what everyone keeps saying, but I wouldn't know to be honest."
"Don't know how to surf, huh?"
Yamcha shook his head. "Not a clue."
"Come on then." She jumped to her feet and reached back down to help him up. "It's easy once you get the hang of it. I'll teach you."
"Well," he started, examining her delicate hand carefully. 'What's the big deal? She's just offering to teach me,' he thought. 'It's not like she's asking me out or anything!' He took her hand and smiled. "Why not!"
Sunlight crept into the spacious guest room through the cream colored curtains and making Bulma very irritated as it washed over her face. She groaned, rolling over away from the offending window, and pulled the covers over her head. Normally, she would have drifted right back to sleep, but a deep chuckle snapped her awake. The blue haired young woman sat up abruptly, wide-eyed.
"You're not a morning person, are you?" Vegeta asked softly from the other side of the bed where he sat, leaning back against the headboard with a smirk on his face.
Bulma subconsciously pulled the sheets around her tightly. "What are you doing in here?!"
"Waking you up. 18 is already up and showered and ready to go, unlike you," he taunted.
"Yeah, yeah. I get the point," she yawned, stretching her arms over her head. "What are we doing today?" She inquired. She was having a hard time untanlging herself from the bedding.
Vegeta got up from the bed and walked over to the window. He glared down at the guesthouse across the lawns on the other side of the garden. Alessa was there with her parents. "My parents are downstairs waiting to meet you. Once we get that over with, we can get out of here for a while. We'll have to come back for dinner though."
"Doesn't sound so terrible." Finally free of the blankets, Bulma walked over to her bag and started digging through it. "So, anything you've been meaning to tell me?" She demanded.
"What are you talking about?"
"All the guys running around here speaking Italian, you issuing out orders, you're rich parents," she stated.
He crossed his arms over his chest and gave her an annoyed glare. "What are you trying to get at?"
"You're in the mob! Admitt it," she accused jokingly.
Vegeta, on the other hand, simply shook his head. "My family hasn't had any ties with the mafia in several generations, woman."
Poor Bulma almost dropped her armload of clothes and primping items. "What?!"
"You heard me."
"You mean your family did have mafia connections at one time?"
"What's so hard to believe? You were so quick to stereotype that because I am Italian, that I might be in the mob," he started.
"It was just a joke," she countered.
"Not all Italians are in the mob."
"Well you were!"
"No I wasn't!"
"You said your family was a while ago!"
"My great great great grandfather was, but that was over a hundred years ago!"
Unfortunately, their little spat was interrupted by a knock on the door. Vegeta sent her one more glare before he went over and opened the door. "What?"
"Don't 'what' me, Vegeta! Is Bulma ready to go yet?" 18 demanded.
Vegeta moved out of the way so she could enter the room. "See for yourself."
Bulma glared at him before turning to June. "Did you know Vegeta was in the mob?"
"What?!"
"For the last time, I am not in the mob!"
"There you are, Vegeta," Alessa called out from the open doorway. Everyone turned toward her, not realizing who it was at first. She grinned back and walked into the room. "What's wrong with your new girlfriend, Vegeta?"
"What do you mean what's wrong with me?" Bulma demanded.
Alessa laughed. "Too prudish to sleep together. That's not like Vegeta at all."
"Get the hell out of here," Vegeta hissed. "You've no right to be upstairs at all."
"I'm no idiot, love," she continued, moving closer to him. "I know she's not really your girlfriend, that she's just pretending to be in front of your parents so they won't make you take me back." She rested her hand against his cheek and leaned closer to him, their lips almost touching. "It's not going to work, hunny, so just quit wasting everyone's time, and give me back the ring you bought me."
Bulma and June glanced at each other in shock. Ring?! Did th at mean they were actually engaged at one time? Bulma shook the thoguht away. She was here to help out a friend, and he needed it right now. She walked over to his side and pulled him away from the coniving woman, pressing herself rather indecently against his body.
"She's just jealous that she messed things up between you, Vegeta. Don't listen to her," Bulma spoke into his ear.
"The two of you will never be able to pass as being in love in front of Vegeta's parents!"
"I think Vegeta asked you to leave a few minutes ago, so why are you still here?" June interrupted angrily, stepping between her two friends and the bitch that was Vegeta's ex.
"Forgive me," Renato spoke up from the doorway. He sent Alessa a hard glare. "Mr. and Mrs. Ouji are waiting downstairs to meet your new friends, Vegeta."
"Tell them we'll be down in a few minutes, and escort Alessa back downstairs."
Renato, who was very close to Vegeta, nodded. "Of course. Miss Palmiro, follow me," he spoke, his tone leaving no room for arguments.
As soon as the sulking Alessa was practically pushed from the room, June turned to Vegeta. "You need to tell us what the hell happened between you two! Were you engaged to her?"
Vegeta moved away from Bulma and sat down on the foot of the bed. "It's none of your concern," he muttered absentmindedly.
"Like hell it isn't," Bulma chimmed in. "You're our friend, Vegeta, and I'm pretending to be your girlfriend in front of your parents. I kind of think that entitles me to know just why it is that you've gone to such desperate messures to get Alessa out of your life."
"Fine! We were going out for four years. Last Christmas, I asked her to marry me, and hardly two months later, I found her in bed with my cousin Brolly. That's all there is to it," he told them quickly. "Now, will you please get in the shower so we can meet with my parents so I can get the hell out of this place and as far away from that bitch as possible?!"
Bulma nodded, sadly. "Sure, Vegeta. Just give me a five minutes, and I"ll be ready." 'She cheated on him after he asked her to marry him, ans with his own cousin!' She entered the bathroom and leaned back against the closed door. "What kind of person wouls do such a thing?" She whispered to herself.
Back in the bedroom, Vegeta was still sitting on the bed. June walked over and sat down next to him. "You still have feelings for her don't you?" She asked him softly.
He didn't reply, but that was all she needed. Sighing, she glanced out the window. "I still have feelings for Chad too."
I think this whole Weekend thing is going to be 2 more parts. Now, I know people don't want Vegeta or June to still have feelings for those who have cheated on them, but it'll work out for the best. Don't worry!! Vegeta will definitely NOT be getting back together with Alessa, and You'll have to wait and see what June's gonna do now! ;-)
I was going to write a little about Jayson(17) at the end of this chapter, but I think I might put it at the beginning of the next chapter. Who knows!??!
Next time: Bulma is finally introduced to Vegeta's mommy and daddy... and his brothers and sisters and his niece!!! Family fun time!!! ;-) haha. Alessa will also keep trying to sell out Vegeta and Bulma, but the psuedo-couple might give her a better run for her money than she was expecting!!!
IMPORTANT AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Hiya, everyone! I wanted to just let everyone in on some things that have been happening in my life, and I'm only doing this because it's going to affect my updating for a little while. I am moving in with my boyfriend of 5 a half years... finally!!!! hahaha... Anyhow, I'm not sure when we'll get the internet hooked up, and we're moving out into the country. He got a really good job!!! I'm so proud of him!!!
So, yeah. Things might get slow for a bit. I'm terribly sorry for it. I'm moving next weekend, and I'm going to try my hardest to get out new chapters to all my stories before I do. I don't want to leave you guys hanging any longer than I already have. I know it's been a few weeks since my last update. I haven't even started packing yet, and I'm working every single night up until the day before I move, so you can imagine how stressed out and tired I am.
Thanks for sticking with me thus far! I'm really grateful to all the amazing reviewers I have. Your mega-supportive and understanding. I love you all, truly! Thank you so much, and hopefully, I'll be back before you know it! ;-)
Much love and hugs for everyone!
PANDORA ;)
(I'm gonna be even more stressed out when it comes time to plan for the wedding!!! hahahaha)