Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Any Woman, Anytime, Anywhere... ❯ Chapter Eight ( Chapter 8 )

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Chapter Eight

Goku was pacing nervously in the park, by the water fountain, anxiously awaiting Krillin and Vegeta's arrival. It was Sunday, the bet was officially over, he was prepared to pay up, as he ran his hands across the crisp bill in his pocket. It wasn't worth the lying. He just hoped that Bulma hadn't found out, or worse, traced it back to him somehow. He spotted the familiar black Volkswagen pull up into the parking lot, and saw the recognizable bald head step out.

"Hey Krilin!" Goku waved. Krillin walked closer, a smile across his face so large that you even Goku could see it from where he was standing, a good 500 meters away. "What're you so happy about?" he asked curiously. He remember just a few days ago how Krillin had been bitching about how he needed the money desperately.

"Oh nothing." Krillin answered innocently, "Say, nice weather today isn't it?" it was 75°F out, but with the humidity, it felt like 90°, and on top of that, the clouds were gathering ominously, and Goku could swear that he felt a rumble of thunder through the ground far off. Goku blinked incredulously at Krillin, but ignored the comment.

"So, you prepared to pay up?" Goku asked in a would-be nonchalant voice.

"Pay up?" Krillin asked in mock-surprise. "You mean receive money."

"Uh…o-o-kay, Krillin. I don't know what you've been smoking, but Vegeta's won." Goku replied naively.

"Uh-uh-uh," Krillin tsked. "Don't be so fast to judge, Kakarot." He finished mockingly.

"Okay, what's up?" Goku demanded. Aside from Vegeta, none of his other friends called him by his birthname anymore. There was definitely something wrong with this picture.

"Let's just say…Bulma's had a change of heart…" Krillin said, turning away, to examine the rose bushes.

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"You did it, B?" ChiChi asked urgently. "You really broke up with Vegeta." Bulma nodded dumbly, still numb from her intense confrontation. "Thank you." ChiChi sighed, and smiled. "You were too good for him anyways."

"Uh-huh…" Bulma murmured, her eyes glazing over.

"Um…hello? B-Chan?" Juu asked, snapping her fingers in her face. "You there?"

"Yea-huh? What?" Bulma asked, suddenly snapping back to reality. "Look you guys, I really appreciate you guys for stopping over and all, but I'm okay. I really am. I'm fine. Now just give me some space. I've got a date with Yamcha in a couple of hours. I need to get ready. So, shoo!" Juu and ChiChi reluctantly gathered their things, and pecked her benigningly on the cheek.

"But don't hesitate to call, 'kay, B?" Juu asked, as Bulma pushed them out the front door. Bulma nodded, and then ran upstairs to get ready for her date.

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"Well, Mr. Ouji, it seems everything's in order." Professor Kyoka said, clicking a few buttons on his keyboard. "I'll just print out your transcript…I am correct in assuming that you do have the transporations to get you to New York City?" Vegeta nodded, getting ready to leave. "Well, Mr. Ouji, then…have a good time in New York. I hope this experience is as enriching as it will be educational. You do know that this school is one of the top-rated, in the country. And America's colleges certainly are not low-class, either." Vegeta nodded. Professor Kyoka stood up and shook his hand. "Goodbye, Mr. Ouji. Perhaps one day you'll come back and visit." Vegeta nodded curtly and left the room.

Once back in his dormitory, he clicked onto a travel website, and quickly purchased his tickets, using his debit card account. He then encapsulized his belongings, took one last look around the room; and decided to go to the state-of-the-art campus weight room, for a good workout before he left.

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Bulma followed the sounds of the obvious commotion, to the backyard of Yamcha's condo. There he saw him sitting in a large hot tub, surrounded by scantily clad girls, all sucking at his skin; above or underneath the water.

"Yamcha!!!" she screeched.

"Oh…hey, Bulma-baby," he slurred, holding up a beer bottle. "Why don't-cha c'mon in an' join da fun…"

"You cheating bastard!" Bulma seethed.

"Awww…c'mon sweetie, don't worry about him…it's all good…" one of the bimbettes slurred, emerging from the water, her face covered in a milky liquied.

"Ohmigod," she gasped. "I can't deal with this!" and she stomped out of the patio.

"Geez, what's up her ass?" she heard one of the many women ask to another.

Practically in tears, Bulma drove home. When she pulled up into her driveaway, she was so disoriented that she barely made it to the bathroom before she vomited. Heaving into the porcelain bowl, the thought that she might be pregnant finally dawned on her. Not even grabbing a jacket, she flew out the door, and to the drugstore just a few blocks from the Capsule Corp. compound. She nervously walked to the femine hygeine counter, and picked up a pregnancy test. Not even making eye contact with the cashier, she grabbed her purchase and ran out the door.

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"Bulma?" ChiChi asked, standing out side her bedroom door. "Can I come in?" Bulma touched the control pad to let the brunette in, and 18.

"Hey, 'Chi, 18, what's up?" she asked wearily, looking as though she'd aged years since they saw her, a mere three hours ago.

"B-chan! What's wrong?" 18 asked soothingly.

"Wrong?" Bulma asked in a strained voice. "Oh, nothing's wrong, don't worry about me."

"Are you sure?" 18 asked, sitting down on the bed, preparing for a long girl-to-girl session.

"I'm fine." Bulma insisted.

"You don't look it." ChiChi stated simply. It was true, the usually vibrant heiress' blue hair actually seemed to hang in oil clumps in front of her face, her eyes had deep bags and circles underneath them. Her face was completely free of makeup, which was quite rare.

"I'm fine…I just need some sleep. I've had a rough day. I mean…what with…seeing Yamcha and his-"

"Yamcha and his what?" Juu and ChiChi asked simultaneously.

"Nothing." Bulma sighed. "Just…look, I'll call you guys tonight on three-way, I just need to get some sleep. I'm mad tired, with studying and work. Okay?"

"All right, B." Juu said, walking towards the door. "But don't hesitate to call us. I mean it." Bulma nodded listlessly, glancing helplessly at her throw rug.

Once her two best friends had left the mansion, she ran to her bathroom one more time and picked up the little white stick. There was no doubt about it. The little blue line in the small window, against the white background was clearly visible. Yep, Bulma Briefs was pregnant, and by the looks of it, two months into her first trimester.

"But who could be your father, little guy?" she whispered, almost desperately, rubbing her flat stomach. "The last person I've had sex with was…nope, not Yamcha…Mike? No, we did a lot of kinky things…but no sex…atually the only person I've ever had sex with was…Vegeta…" she murmured aloud. "Vegeta…VEGETA!!!!" she cried, the knowledge of her words dawning on her features. "Oh no," the tears started to fall for the umpteenth time again today. "No…" she sobbed. "Not Vegeta…please not him…not him…" but all the evidence pointed right at the arrogant young man who had stole her heart, but a few days ago.

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"Vegeta?" Goku asked, rapping on the wooden door on Wycoska Hall. "Yo, man! You in there?" when Goku got no reply, he tried the doorknob. The door swung easily open. "Huh…" he said. "Shoulda tried that in the first place." Goku looked around at the bare room. "Whoa, I knew Vegeta was impersonal, but this is taking it a bit to far." There was virtually nothing in the room, save a bed, table, and lamp. Goku walked over to one of the drawers and pulled it open. "No clothes either." He wondered. Goku then wandered out of the room, and to the RA's dormitory. He knocked three times, and a young man, only a few years older than Goku's 23 opened it. He was the intellectual type, wire-rimmed glasses, blue eyes, preppy clothes, sandy hair…the whole nine yards. There was even a medical tome in his hand.

"Yes?" he asked, an academic lilt to his cultured voice. "Do you need something?"

"Um…yea." Goku said. "Look, my friend, Vegeta lives in room 34 in this hallway. But his room's empty, bare. There's nothing in there. I wanted to know if he went anywhere or-"

"Yo!!!! Get outta the way man, dirty laundry comin' through!" a beefy guy yelled, and Goku jumped out of the way, to prevent the loads of dirty laundry to fall on him.

"Perhaps we should talk inside my personal quarters." The RA said, escorting Goku into his room. "My name is William."

"Goku," and they shook hands.

"Now, Goku, what were you saying about your friend Vegeta earlier?"

"Oh yea. Vegeta's room is empty, but he didn't say anything to me or my friends about going home for the summer, or abroad, or whatever. And he would definitely tell us."

"Oh yes. Well, Vegeta did come in, in fact, you just missed him. He stopped by my room, not but an hour ago. He dropped off his key, and grumbled in that demeaning manner of his something about Columbia. When I questioned him about it, he simply handed me this sheet of photocopied paper. I think…ah, here it is." He said, plucking a sheet of paper from his desk. "I haven't had the time to look at it, I'm afraid. But perhaps it would be informative to you." Goku glanced it over, it was the acceptance letter to Columba University. Goku gasped.

"No way, he's going to Columbia!"

"Why yes, I would love to be in the young man's shoes right now. Columbia is one of the most prestigious academies of higher learning in the world, I would assume. To get accepted, especially as a matriculated student is an honored privelege." Goku shook his head.

"No, that's impossible. Vegeta would've told us, or something!" he protested, disbelievingly scanning the paper again.

"I'm afraid there is no mistake," William said gently. "But I do wish you and your friends the best of luck." He stood up, and opened the door for Goku. "Now if you'll excuse me…" he added, indicating to the large piles of textbooks on his desk. Goku nodded his thanks dumbly, and walked out the door.

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AN: the BIG chapter, where everything's unveiled. Vegeta's currently cruising on a plane in America, and Bulma's pregnant. Yup yup yup!!!!! ^__^. Next chapter, we find out…*ahem, drumroll please* how Veggie's faring in America, and Bulma tells her friends about the pregnancy…and ChiChi and 18 find out about 'the bet'. Oh yea, REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!!!!!!!!!

Btw: I have another fic in the making, and it's about the whole DBZ/GT gang getting transported to another world…I'm not sure if I should post it tho. Maybe I'll post one chapter and see what ppl think of it. It's called…"Otherworldly Visits." Look it up and review to me what you think!!!! <self-promotion…>