Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Dancing on the razors edge.... ❯ Chapter Two ( Chapter 2 )

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Bulma's POV and Vegeta's POV


Dancing on the razors edge…


I don't know what everyone's problem is lately, but it's getting on my last nerves. Seems I'm not allowed to go out and have fun. I'm a grown woman, I'm smart, attractive, and rich, which means I can do what I want within reason. Ever since I've come back from Namek with everyone, I felt I could use the time to unwind and relax with my friends. I'm happy Yamcha is back with me, but for some reason it's not the same anymore. Well it wasn't the same before he was killed. I know he's changed for the better, but I think I've changed also.

Some days seem to run together to me. But mostly they're the same each time I wake up in the morning to the time I throw myself in bed. I wake up, go to the lab and tinker about for a while working on inventions with my father until I grow bored of it and crave the attention of my friends. Not any friends will do either, it has to be the group of girls I met one night at a club. I don't think I could ask for better friends at all. They all know how to have a good time and just hang out together every night and I love it. And getting out of the house gets me out of the way of the grumpy saiyan prince that now lives with us after I invited him in.

What can I say about Vegeta? He's arrogant, proud, mouthy, and egotistical, but there is something mysterious about him. Mister badass himself living at my home and he hates me to no end. Oh well, one of these days he's going to get his ass kicked by Goku again. I don't think there has been a day that's gone by that he hasn't insulted me about everything. His favorite is calling me fat and ugly on an hourly basis, that's if he's out of the gravity room that long to do so. But some of his insults do tend to hurt me, even though I won't show it to his face. I won't give him the satisfaction to see me cringe, cry and sob over the words he spews forth in my face. I don't break down until I'm out of his sight.

I think it all started a month or so after we made the wishes on the dragon balls to bring everyone back that I realized that yeah, maybe I am getting a little on the chubby side. Maybe Vegeta was right on one account so I decided to go on a diet. I think my mother is catching on, amazing with how ditzy she is that she catches on to anything in my life. Breakfast, and lunch I skip totally, but I usually grab something on the way to the club. Can't drink on an empty stomach you know. I think all in all I look better then I have in years, but that's on the outside really. What matters is what's on the inside right? Well that's not all that it's cracked up to be.

Another fight, more harsh words yelled in the faces of your loved ones. Yamcha and I are on the outs again all because he thinks I spend too much time with my girl friends then I do with him. Yeah, maybe I have been neglecting him as of late but that's no reason for him to jump down my throat about it. I still go out with him for dinner and watch movies at his apartment, so what's the big deal? I don't mean for him, the only guy in my life that's loved me, to get all upset over this. He'll learn to deal with it in time, or I grow bored of the partying and clubbing.

Another night, another drink down. I have to admit, I've been drinking a lot with the girls. On a good night we'll arrive at one of the best clubs in town at about nine or ten and mix it up until they kick us all out. Drinking, dancing, and flirting with every gorgeous man that walks in is the events of a typical night. Sassy, one of my friends tells me I could have any guy that walks in, but they tend not to look my way. They could have a good reason, but who knows really. I'm probably starting to show my age, my ass is probably as wide as a Mac truck, and blue isn't their favorite hair color. Guess I should work things out with Yamcha again.

Things really didn't start to go down hill majorly until I realized what I have started to do to myself and I couldn't stop. Miko and Sassy introduced me to the fine art of binge and purge, and I don't mean hording stuff and destroying stuff like Vegeta either. It's a nasty little eating disorder that I started to do because of Vegeta's hurtful comments. I hope no one knows besides my friends that I do this; I don't want to hurt anyone over it. I've seen the documentaries and pictures of girls that have done the same. But I won't let myself get that far gone. I promise.


The onna is still doing the same stuff every night, but she's becoming more secretive with her affairs, or so she thinks. After listening to the onna and her mate fight almost consistently about her behavior and such I decided I would try and figure out what the hell they were fighting about in the first place. I've followed her before but found nothing to contain my interest for more the a few minutes. Why humans find it fun to go out to such places and drink until they cannot stand or even walk for that matter is beyond me. What irritates me the most is that she locks herself in the bathroom for hours on end; Kami who knows what she is doing in there. Most of the time it's the sounds of her being violently ill which disturbs me. How can a person live being that way? I'm not even sure that she really eats to keep her body sustained.

I was wakened again very early in the morning, this time to the sound of Bulma raiding the kitchen. I crept down to see what the hell she was doing to make such a racket, to find her at the kitchen table eating like there was no tomorrow. If I didn't know better I would of thought she was saiyan by the amount of food she was shoveling into her loud mouth. Thankful that I went unnoticed in her raid, I made my way back to my room for a few more hours of sleep before I started my training. I was drifting back off when the bathroom door being slammed rattled me back to reality. I gritted my teeth and got out of bed to confront her for being a noisy pest. By the time I actually got to the end of the hall where the bathroom was at, the onna had already went through her nightly routine of throwing up everything.

"Onna!" I banged on the door loudly, the anger building up inside like a raging fire. I stood at the door waiting and listening for the barrage of insults to be thrown at me, but never came. Her shallow breathing and small amount of movement told me she was in there so I decided to bang one more time and tell her to come out before I blasted down the door when the clatter of items hitting the tile floor along with a loud thud stopped me from doing so. I'm not sure what made me react in such a way, but I felt my heart in my stomach for a moment. I turned the doorknob only to find it locked. Without thinking twice, I placed my weight against the door, giving it a good saiyan nudge to break the lock free to see what was going on in there. I was greeted with the sight of the onna, Bulma lying on the floor trembling violently with the entire contents of the bathroom counter surrounding her.

"Onna?" She didn't respond to me calling her. I rolled her over onto her back, her muscles still quivering underneath her skin. Her hair was wet with perspiration, plastering it to her delicate face. I swept the hair out of her face, taking notice of a long scratch that marred one of her cheeks. I have never seen someone so bad in my entire life. She looked more then frail, I the prince of all Saiyans was afraid that if I moved her she would break. She groaned as I moved her arms to rest on her stomach, as I checked the rest of her out to make sure she wasn't injured from her graceful fall. I kicked the befallen junk out of my way as I inspected her, shaking my head once again, trying to understand what the hell she is doing to herself. Her clothing hung loosely around her body, almost like a skeleton shrouded in cloth. I lifted her off the cold tile floor, feeling her cool shaking body in my arms as I took her to her bedroom.

I don't know what came over me to do such a thing, but I did it. I turned down the sheets and blankets on her bed, placing her gently into it before removing her shoes and covering her back up. I know in the morning she wouldn't have the faintest clue on how she ended up sleeping in her own bed, but I'm not going to let her know that I did it. Hell I don't even know why I did it. I'll just keep telling myself that I didn't want to hear her annoying voice whining over sleeping on the cold bathroom floor in the morning or having to step over her to use the shower.

I'm not sure how long it's been since I've seen the onna. A few days, maybe a week. She's been avoiding her family and myself all this time. I know she's alive, I can feel her faint ki when I want to actually muddle through all the rest of the weak earthling ki for her. Her mother is worried about her, always muttering something about not being a good parent and it was her fault that the onna was missing. The ones to blame for this is the group of 'friends' she hangs around with. They have brain washed the onna I think.

I try and not pay attention to all this human garbage that's thrown around on that contraption they call a television here. But I couldn't help myself one night while the onna was still missing. I sat in my room after my training one night, seriously contemplating if I should drag the onna home or not to get her mother to stop her whining. With my inner turmoil boiling, I decided to have a good laugh to myself and check out what kind of ridiculous shows were on. With all the channels that are on this damn thing you would think there would be something decent to watch. Wrong. But something did catch my attention, even if it was for a short moment. A news type program with some man talking about 'social acceptance.' I know I rolled my eyes at this. What does it matter about being accepted by your peers? I guess a lot by what the man was jabbering about. The one thing that stuck out during the whole thing was something they called anorexia. Females actually making themselves sick to lose weight to make themselves more attractive or something. I wonder if that's what Bulma has been doing, but who's to know for sure what's in that crazy pea brain of hers. There is nothing wrong with her, well except her loud mouth at times. Why would she do such a thing to herself? Doing it over that weak ass mate of hers?

I think it's been a week, maybe longer since I've been home. I bet my parents are having major conniption fits over me being gone so long. I guess I just lost track of time. The girlfriends have introduced me to rave parties last week, and that's where I've been the whole time. Well not actually the whole time. I would crash at one of their houses to sleep during the day then get up and do it all over again. Vegeta has been gawking at me the whole time since I've walked in the door. I growled at him and retreated to my room, away from his prying eyes. I bet he has a whole weeks worth of insults and requests to throw at me, but I'm not going to listen to them.

I sighed to myself noticing the blinking light on my answering machine. Looks like Yamcha's been worried about me. He left over fifty messages all asking where I've been and if I'm all right. I should call him back sometime. I know I've been avoiding him like the plague again. I shouldn't though, I love him, and well I know he loves me, but I know he'll get upset with me and start a fight using my friends and my behavior as ammo.

I flop back on my bed, my body jostling the mattress slightly in my landing to take a short catnap before my night starts again when someone knocked on my door.
"Go away." I shouted, throwing a pillow over my head to drown out the noise.
"Onna, open this door."
"Shove it Monkey boy." I growled out to the pain in the ass knocking at my door. The sounds of splintering wood made me jump. I look to see Vegeta towering over me with a nasty look on his face.
"Where have you been?" He asks me, his voice laced with venom. I try hard not to snap back, but I find that my patience with him is limited.
"Why the fuck should you care where I've been huh? You're not my babysitter or keeper so stay out of my business. If I want to let you know something, I'll tell you. Got it?" He snarls at me, making me cringe back with a touch of fear of him for the moment. I'm not sure what's gotten into him, but he needs to leave me alone.
"Out with your no good friends again?"
"I already told you that was none of your business Veggie boy." He's pissed now; I can see the little vein on his forehead starting to throb. Seems I have a knack at pissing him off.
"Just a word of caution onna. I know what you're doing and I don't like it." And with that being said he stalked out of my room to not be seen for the rest of the day.

Why does he care all of a sudden what happens to me?