Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Dancing on the razors edge.... ❯ Chapter four ( Chapter 4 )

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Dancing on the razor's edge…


That little joke from Vegeta really pissed me off. I can't believe he would do such a thing, but you never can tell with him. Also I think he's been doing his homework. He does know what I'm doing in the bathroom. Guess I'll just have to use another bathroom out in the lab or downstairs before coming up for bed. Maybe he'll leave me alone then.

On a different note, I totally forgot about the dinner date with Yamcha. But I promised to go out with him tonight, but I also promised Miko and Ashleigh that I'd pick them up for the grand opening of a new club on the Westside of town down by the fisherman's wharf. Maybe I can get out of going with Yamcha and tell him I'm sick or something so I can go with the girls. I'm sure Yamcha will understand, I'll just make our date for later this week.


Well the onna went out, breaking her promise with the weakling for a dinner date tonight. I watched her drive away with the music turned up people from miles around could hear it. I was heading out to the gravity room when her mate showed up looking for her.

"If you're looking for the onna, she's not here."
"Where the hell is she then?"
"She went out. Don't bother me any more of your senseless drivel." I spat out and stalked away from him to finish some training.

Training was taking a detour with the thoughts of the onna mixing with other things on my mind. I just couldn't shake her from my thoughts. I could sit here all night and argue with the voice in my head telling me not to think about her and what she was doing to herself, but it would of done no good. I, Prince Vegeta was actually worried about her. Now I'm starting to turn soft as Kakarott and his peace-loving group of earthlings. Shit why should I worry? She has her weakling mate and she's a grown onna and can take care of herself. So why should I care what she does to herself? I guess maybe she's grown on me since I've been here. She offered her home and training area to me, and her mother feeds me well enough. I might tell her she's ugly, brainless, and totally annoys me to no end, but it's just one big lie I make myself think and speak when I'm around her. I could never be mated to an onna like her. I can imagine the look on my father's face, if he was still alive if I told him I was falling for this onna. He would curse me to hell for thinking of wanting to take a mate out of the saiyan race. But what choices do I have now? I could be alone for the rest of my life wandering aimlessly through the galaxy taking what ever I wanted, or I could take a mate and raise a family of half-breeds that I'm sure my father would be cursing as well. Either way, I'm stuck here worrying about the stupid onna.


I can't believe she stood me up again. I could understand mixing up the dates, but promising me that we'll go out tonight then come to find out she has taken off again really perturbs me. I've tried to figure out what is going on, but it's the same old song and dance when I talk with her. Always too busy going out with her girlfriends or another big bash some place that she couldn't miss for the world. What about me? Last night when she came home, the smell of marijuana was all over her, along with the smell of booze and what ever else she was into. It scares me that she could be getting herself into that kind of stuff. I know, if I really loved her, I'd do something about it right? I've tried honestly. I've asked her point blank what she was into and she would lie to me square in the face. So what am I suppose to do? Tie her up and not let her leave the house? I couldn't do that, besides she'd get Vegeta to come escort me out or something. Well I guess I'm on my own again tonight.


I picked up the girls and got us into the new club with out any hassles. One good thing about being rich and somewhat famous around here. I must have laid out a few thousand zenis to the bartender to keep the drinks flowing for all of us. After a few rounds of drinks for myself I headed out on the dance floor dancing with every delicious guy that was there. By the time I had my sixth drink of the night I totally forget about the Yamcha deal and relaxed back not fearing the consequences of standing him up again tonight.

Miko caught my attention some time before midnight and drug me to the bathroom. Once we got in there, the rest of the girls were standing near the sinks waiting on us.
"Bulma you have got to try this." Sassy says to me handing over the short straw she had in her hand. There on the sink was a small cosmetic mirror, a razor blade and a white powdery substance. My guess it was cocaine, but I wasn't for sure, I've never done any of this before. I was just going with the flow of the girls and I didn't want to let them down. I watched Miko take her turn, snorting the powder up her nose and smiling at me when she finished. I cringed mentally before doing the same. The first few minutes I didn't feel a thing. The girls were giggling and carrying on with each other before Ashleigh packed up her mirror and put everything in her purse. We all headed back to our table to finish our drinks and order more. I felt a rush of energy and headed out on the dance floor, bumping and grinding with the guys. The lights and music was amazing as I danced the night away. Before I knew it, last call was being announced over the sound system from the DJ's booth. We all sighed before packing it in for the night. I had the honor of taking Ashleigh and Miko home while the others hitched a ride with Sassy.

After dropping Miko off at her apartment I asked Ashleigh for more of that stuff I had in the bathroom earlier. I really seemed to like it and wanted to try it again. She smiled at me as we pulled up into her apartment complex and handed me a small vile of the stuff.

"Here, have a hit for the road." She says to me as she took some out and snorted some for herself. I smiled back to her and mimicked her in everyway. Sniffling once to get the last of the powder, I told her thanks and told her I would catch her again tomorrow for the rave down at Lady Grant's we all planned on going to. I had at least another ten minutes to drive before I got home when a dog ran out in front of my car. I slammed on the breaks and swerved to miss it, but still managed to hit the poor animal and end up in the ditch. When my car stopped moving, I lifted my head, feeling pretty shaken up I stepped out of the car.

"Oh my Kami, what have I done?" I remember saying that over and over as I looked at the damage to the car. I totaled out my new car in a blink of an eye. I started to cry as I started my walk back to the house. Taking myself close to thirty minutes to walk in these damn high heels, I stumbled onto the pouch and let myself in.


I could only stand being around this damn house for a few hours before seeking out Bulma. It didn't take me long to find her and her loud mouth friends tonight. I sat back in the dark shadows like I have every other time I've followed her, watching her every move. I watched her drink her alcohol and dance with all the strange men in the club before disappearing into the bathroom with the rest of the onnas. I waited patiently for her to come back out, wondering if it was a ritual that all females go in packs to the bathroom. I got up and walked towards the bathrooms, leaning up against the wall near the door. Finally after being in there for twenty minutes, the pack of onnas came out going straight to the table they had staked claim to at the beginning of the night to finish drinks. The onna was the last one that came out. Feeling pretty stealthy with myself, I got pretty close to her and walked right behind her until she was only a few feet away from the table. I could smell the alcohol and smoke on her along with another scent I wasn't familiar with. I growled under my breath at her and made my way back to where I was at; growing uncomfortable in my attire I wore out this evening. The jeans and the black silk shirt were not my thing to say the least. I just wanted to get back to the house and get into my training suit or boxers that I wear when I prowl the house late at night in. She danced wildly under the bright colored lights, with a huge smile plastered to her face. She looks quite nice like that I must admit.

As last call was being announced loudly, I took it as my cue to make my exit and wait outside for her to leave as well. They came out talking quite loudly all saying their goodbyes and leaving in separate cars. I watched the onna drive away with two of them, my guess taking them back to where they live. For an odd reason, I followed her to both stops she made along the way. Her last stop she stayed in the parking lot for a good amount of time. Longer then it would take to drop someone off. I watched from the air, hovering just above the car and high enough to where I wouldn't be seen, I heard the car door slam and Bulma pull away. I could hear the music playing as she took her normal route home around some twists and turns in the road before coming to the road Capsule Corp was stationed at. I was looking ahead, seeing the final destination in sight when the sounds of tires screeching on the pavement caught my attention. I was able to glance down in time to see the onna's car slide sideways into a small ditch on the side of the road, the car resting against a small tree.

"Oh Kami." I remember whispering as the car came to a sudden halt. I descended toward the car, hoping she was all right. When she finally opened the car door and wobbly stepped out, I was relieved. She rubbed her head and looked the car over for several minutes muttering something about 'what have I done?' as she walked around. She started to walk home and that's where I made my grand exit to wait for her there.

I don't know what took her so long to get back here, but I was about to go looking for her when I heard the door open and close quietly. I was at the kitchen table taking in a snack when I heard her heels on the linoleum floor. I could hear her mumbling before the lights snapped on revealing a disheveled Bulma standing by the kitchen counter.

"You look like hell onna." She just stared at me for a moment out of the corner of her eye before turning to look right at me. As she did I noticed the growing bump on her forehead and a trickle of blood seeping down her face from her hair.
"I've had a bad night, leave me alone." Is all she said to me in a soft tone of voice.
"How did you get that lump?" I asked, raising an eyebrow to her when she stiffened.
"Oh, it's nothing at all." She declared before leaving the room in a hurry. Nothing at all my ass. For fuck sakes she was bleeding, leaving a nice pool of it on the kitchen counter. I'm sure the onna's mother would love to see that in the morning when she gets up to make me some breakfast.
"Damn it onna." I cursed her under my breath once again as I cleaned up the blood and made my way back upstairs. The lights were off, and the bathroom unoccupied which I found strange. Usually she would be in there for at least an hour before she went to bed. But tonight everything was quiet. Maybe the onna gave up the throwing up stunt. But I highly doubt it. I lay back in bed listening to the sonnet of the crickets outside that lulled me to sleep instead of the sounds of a violently ill onna.

"Sleep well onna…."