Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Any Woman, Anytime, Anywhere... ❯ Chapter Seven ( Chapter 7 )

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Chapter Seven

"What the hell is wrong?" Bulma muttered to herself. Her period had been late, abnormally off. At first she had just dismissed it as stress, it wasn't the first time before, but when waves of nausea began washing over her, especially in the morning, she couldn't ignore the telltale signs. But she wasn't going to do anything, not when she had bigger things looming in the horizon, such as the confrontation with Vegeta. She had called him earlier this morning, and now she was on her way to meet him at the park. Just before she had left the house, she had ran to the bathroom when a particularly nasty cramp hit her lower abdomen. She pulled down her pants, eager to see the red stains in the crotch of her panties. Wasn't there. Now she was driving in her Mercedes (one of the many), trying to concentrate on the road, but her mind kept on wandering to what would happen when she confronted Vegeta.

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"How'd everything go?" Krillin asked Marron anxiously over the phone.

"Smooth as glass." She said. "in fact, she's probably heading over to dump his ass right now."

"Perfect, thanks Marron."

"Ah, don't worry about it, just let me make it clear; I didn't do this for you, I did it solely for Vegeta, and I wouldn't allow my friend, Bulma to be manipulated by him." She smirked.

"Yeah, whatever Marron," Krillin smirked, "You go ahead and think that."

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"Where the hell is the woman?" Vegeta grumbled, pacing back and forth in front of the water fountain that was their usual meeting place in Forest Green National Park (original name, ne?). Then he saw the familiar red sedan pull up into the almost-empty parking lot.

Bulma stomped out of the car, her anxiousness about her period already long forgotten. She felt another wave of rage pass through her body as she got out of the car. She walked angrily past Vegeta and stood, back facing him, right in front of him. Vegeta was momentarily confused at her behavior, but spoke up angrily.

"Well, woman? What the hell was it that you have got to talk about. And don't you dare turn your back to me." his voice lowering into a threatening snarl.

"Oh yeah?" Bulma's voice came out, sounding strained and slightly high-pitched. "What are you going to do?" she spun around, glaring at him, her azure eyes filled with unshed tears. "You can't possibly do anything to harm me, you've already hurt me in the worst way possible."

"Nani?" Vegeta asked, clearly bewildered.

"You know very well what I'm talking about, you bastard!" she screeched, pointing an accusing finger at him. "You…used…me…!" she cried out, her voice wavering.

"Used…you?" Vegeta asked softly.

"Yeah, that's right…" she paused momentarily to catch her breath and strengthen her voice. "Don't you dare try to hide it, Marron told me all about it. You and…and…some other guys made some sort of bet to go out with me."

"And you believe what that bitch told you?" Vegeta scowled. "You know that she has been trying to get into my pants since-"

"I don't give a damn what kind of history you have with her!" Bulma yelled, her face alit with anger. "All I know is that you, fucking, used me." she turned around again, staring at the sky, trying to hold the tears at bay. "You've hurt me worse than I could ever imagine anyone ever could. I trusted you, loved you. And all you wanted to do was get a few zeni!" she burst out. "I can deal with cheating, breaking up, dumping, nan de mo. But…I really…hate…loathe…DESPISE guys who use girls. And that's exactly what you did to me." her voice lowered to a dangerous whisper when she walked up to him, and bore her blue, now tearless, eyes into his pitch black ones. "I never want to see you, or speak to you ever again. I never want to hear your name in my presence. I HATE you, Vegeta. Do you hear me? I HATE your fucking ass. The biggest mistake that ever happened was your birth into this world. In fact, you would be wise to stay away from my friends. Goodbye, you lowlife, fucking bastard. I HATE you, and damn you to hell." With that, Bulma stalked away and got into her car.

Long after Bulma had driven off, Vegeta was still sitting there, gripping his head, trying to think what had caused things to go downhill so much in just a matter of a few days.

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Bulma collapsed onto her bed, and finally the tears began to flow. She couldn't believe that she had just dumped Vegeta. She thought that they were meant to be together, soulmates. They had went out, broke up, and got back together again. As though it was fate that was pairing them together. She had never felt so compatible with anyone before. Bulma didn't know what Vegeta was feeling, but she knew what she felt. It was something that wasn't completely alien to her-it was love…at it's strongest.

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Vegeta walked sullenly into the dormitory, trying to avoid every all the people that constantly got into his way. One guy knocked into him by accident. Vegeta had snatched it kid up by his shirt, and snarled threateningly into his face. "Never, ever touch me." the freshman had nodded, and Vegeta added a few uppercuts in for good measure, before dropping the poor guy into the floor.

Now, he sat quietly in his dorm and was trying to figure out what had conspired that afternoon. Bulma… he said quietly in his mind. She was everything to him, but now she was nothing. He had cared about her, at one point. Was he beginning to care for her again? No, all he wanted was the money. Then why did he get so angry…and…jealous…when he saw her with that lowlife baka of a human being. Couldn't have been…love…could it?

"No," Vegeta said aloud, trying to convince himself. "I cannot love, it is a pathetic emotion that lesser beings allow themselves to feel. A true man does not need love." Or, perhaps, Vegeta didn't need love. Everything he held dear was lost to him. He remembered his mother-oh, he had loved this woman, she cared for him, and he her-, but his father. Oh, Vegeta Sr. wasn't a terrific father, but he was good in his own ways. Then came the horrible accident. She was driving, and some drunk kid, came up and crashed into her, causing a minor accident. It wouldn't have been that tragic, if it hadn't been for the beat-up, old junk heap of a car the kid was driving. Apparently, this teenager had been cruising around with a fuel leak for days. When the firemen, paramedics, and policemen came to resuce his mother, some passerby flicked a cigarette ash right into the stream of oil. Well, the rest is pretty self-explanatory. When the firefighters finally calmed down the fire, there was barely enough evidence to conclude that it was indeed Mikala Sama-Ouji that had indeed died.

It was a tragic day in the Ouji household. Vegeta and his father had sat subdued long after the policeman had left. Gradually, they began to drift apart from each other, until they were complete strangers. Vegeta had turned to exercise, and the martial arts to work out his agressions, his father, drinking and working. Vegeta had continued like this until his initial interest spurned into a full-fledged obsession, and his father, the same. Now, there is nothing left. He concluded. His heart had lost all emotion, and all feeling for others. He cared about himself, and no one else. To Vegeta Ouji, Vegeta Ouji was the only being that mattered in this world. But he couldn't deny the small flicker of affection whenever he set his eyes on the exotic form of Bulma Briefs.

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"What?!?!" ChiChi screeched. She had stopped by Bulma's house, in hopes of borrowing some lipgloss. Bunny Briefs had quietly let her in, and told ChiChi that in hushed tones, Bulma wasn't feeling well, and perhaps to come back later. ChiChi, being as stubborn as she was, decided not to leave, and find out what was wrong, when she reached the metal door that marked Bulma's room, she heard fitful sobs coming from inside. Panicking, she pulled out her cell phone, and called Juu. 18 was disappointed (she had been in a steamy make-out session with Krillin in his car), but once she heard that something was wrong with her best friend, she quickly demanded that Krillin take her over to the Briefs' house at once. He had complied, smiling inwardly, because he knew what was wrong.

"…and I could've… I could've…" Bulma sobbed, burrowing her head under the pillows, and furiously blowing her nose.

"You could've what?" 18 asked softly.

"Oh…oh…" she wailed. "I coulda sworn Vegeta cared…about…me…too…" and she collapsed into the bed again.

"Oh…So, what you're saying is that Vegeta used you and now you're even more confused?" that was the most they had managed to piece together from the past hour of hearing Bulma sob, and cry. Bulma silently nodded from her position under the pillows.

"He used you?" ChiChi asked, not sounding the least bit surprised. "Well, that's to be expected-" she never got to finish her sentence, when Bulma steadily rose from her bed, and pinned ChiChi beneath her, growling menacingly.

"Don't you dare insult him…"

"Yo, Bulma!" Juu cried, prying the blue-haired vixen off the rave-haired one. "Chill out."

"Yea, someone's PMS-ing today." ChiChi said in a sing-song voice.

"I wish." Bulma grumbled. Turning back to the sanctuary of her pillows.

"Whoa." ChiChi said, holding up her hands. "What did you say? You haven't gotten your period yet?" Bulma nodded from underneath the white mounds.

"This could be serious, B." Juu warned.

"Ah…" Bulma dismissed, rising from the pillows, and walking to the bathroom to wash her face. "It's happened to me before, it's probably the stress I've been getting lately. My dad's been making deadlines tighter than usual, psych has been tougher than I initially thought, y'know…the usual."

"You sure?" Juu asked uncertainly. "Maybe you should go see a gynecologist…"

"Nah, I'm fine. It'll be here before I know it. Then I'll be cursing my reproductive organs to hell and back. Like I do every month."

"Nan de mo." ChiChi waved. "Let's get back to the matter at hand. What's this me and 18 have been hearing you babble about Vegeta?"

Bulma sighed. "Guess I might as well start from the beginning…

"Well, I went to the park to talk to him, and I told him about it…" and her gaze lowered for a moment as she remembered the horrid conversation, "…anyways, I told him what Marron had said. He said that I was being dumb for believing what Marron said, but he didn't deny it. I guess he might as well have told me that he was using me."

Juu and ChiChi both looked mildly shocked, but not very. They knew that Vegeta was a 'love 'em- leave 'em' type, but they didn't expect even him to be this harsh, especially to his best friend. They had seen the intimacy that Vegeta and Bulma felt, and it certainly wasn't the kind of feeling that two people who hated each other shared. Bulma let out a snort.

"Well," she said. "This isn't getting us anywhere." Walking to her closet, Bulma pulled out a fresh outfit. "I suggest we go shopping-I could use some distraction." ChiChi and 18 looked at each other and shrugged. Major mood swings ChiChi mouthed to Juu. Juu smiled knowingly in return.

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Vegeta looked around the room which had been his home for the past two years. He had to get out of this place. Away from the woman, Kakarot, and all those people who regarded their affiliation as 'friendship'. There was no such word in his dictionary. Friendship, attachments, sentiments…they were for lesser people, ones who would break. He would not break! He would show them, he would show them all. Isolation was the best thing. Now all he had to do was get out of here. Restless, and impatient, he decided to head down to the dormitory mailroom, not that he ever had any letters anyways.

The contents in his mailbox begged to differ. When he reached down there, there was one lone letter waiting for him. He glanced in interest at the return address. "Columbia University, New York City." He said quietly. He remembered when he had applied. The school had been full, and since his finances fell through, he was put on the waiting list. Apparently they had an opening. Feeling a fleeting moment of excitement, he walked quickly up to his room, and tore open the letter.

Dear Student:

We, the admission's staff at Columbia University, are pleased to tell you that there has been an opening at the school. Please contact your advisor and/or counselor, and arrange a transcript, all legal notices, and/or financial documents to be sent to Columbia University at this address…

Vegeta didn't even bother to read the rest. He had been accepted!!! Columbia had been his first choice, and now he got in!!!! If it wasn't for his self-restraint, he would've jumped around the room. This was the perfect oppurtunity. In fact, just as he got up, another slip of paper fell out. He had gotten the scholarship too. He didn't need the money now! Good, one less thing to go begging back to his pathetic excuse of a father, for.

This was the perfect oppurtunity. America was about as far away from Japan as the moon was from the Earth. He could get away from the woman, and her little band of groupies. He could concentrate on what really mattered. No more distractions. Nope, Vegeta didn't need her. Not now, not ever. He rushed down to his advisor's office, eager to start his life anew.

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AN: CLIFFHANGER!!!!! *sheepishly bows her head*. Sorry about that. Um…this chappie's longer than usual, hope it makes up for all my other ones. Don't forget to review!!!! More reviews=faster updates. But what's up with Veggie? Is he transferring?!?!? Don't worry, I haven't forgotten about Yamcha…or have I? Actually, he'll probably make one more appearance in the story. If the story's getting to angsty for people's tastes, say it in your review, and I'll see if I can make it a little more lighthearted, but then again, one of the genres is 'angst'. Oh yea, btw: I'm creating a mailing list, so just leave your email in the review, or email ME at: xangeliz91487x@yahoo.com

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