Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Dancing on the razors edge.... ❯ Chapter 5 ( Chapter 5 )

I don't own DBZ so please don't sue me…Thanks!! Also I do not own 'Closer' by NiN or American Bad Ass by Kid Rock.



Dancing on the razor's edge…


Needless to say, I don't remember much of last night. I'm still trying to figure out how in the hell I got this nice bump on my forehead, and why there is blood all over my clothes and pillows. I rubbed my head for a minute, trying to get the sleep to leave my hazy brain when someone knocked on my door. I sighed as I brushed some of my hair over my bump and proceeded towards the door.

"Oh you're awake, good there is a nice police officer down stairs that wants to talk to you." My mother chirped. Police officer? Wonder why the police would like to see me for?
"Ok Mom, give me a minute and I'll be down." She nods here head and leaves me standing at my door. I quickly throw on a robe and made my way slowly down the stairs, noticing the officer talking to my mother.

"Good Morning officer, what can I help you with today?"
"Do you own a red convertible with the license plate number QUV-92T?"
"Umm, yeah I do. I just bought it a few months ago why?"
"Well Miss Briefs, one of the other officers found it in a ditch about a mile away from here on Ashcroft." With his words the memory of last night started to come back to me in bits and pieces. Dropping the girls off. Taking a hit of cocaine for the road, and then crawling out of my car to see what I did.
"Miss Briefs?" I was pulled back with the officer's voice.
"Yeah, I had a little mishap late last night coming home from a friends house. I remember a dog running out into the middle of the road and I tried to avoid it. I'm not sure if I hit it or not."
"You hit the dog, we found a yellow lab not far from where your car was at."
"Oh no, is it dead?"
"Yes Miss Briefs."
"Oh Kami, I didn't mean to do that. I tried to miss it. I really did." I was feeling worse by the minute. I killed some person's pet, probably some little boy or girl right now crying their eyes out because their pet got hit by me. I could feel the tears starting to fall down my cheeks when the back door swung open and then slammed shut. The Royal Pain in the ass has decided to grace us with his presence.


Bulma was out of bed dressing in a blue robe, talking to a cop at the front door when I came in. I raised a questioning eyebrow at her before heading towards the kitchen where her mother was cooking me breakfast. It wasn't long before Bulma came into the kitchen and grabbing herself a cup of coffee. She stood at the counter with her arms wrapped around herself, staring out the back door window.

"Onna, that piece of junk isn't working right again." I hear her grumbling to herself before she turned to meet my gaze. She roughly wiped her cheek, clearing the trail of tears that caressed her skin there.
"What did you do to it this time monkey brain?"
"Nothing. If you would fix it right the first time, I wouldn't be interrupted in my training now would I?"
"I'll fix it this afternoon."
"You will fix it now onna. I am not going to wait until you feel like it."
"Fuck off Vegeta."
"Now Bulma sweetie, you shouldn't be talking like that to Vegeta." Her mother scolded her. Just the reaction on the onna's face was worth it. She slammed her cup down, splattering coffee everywhere before huffing off to her room.

It was ten minutes later that she came back down stairs dressed in her work clothes and storming past me to the back door. I was happy to see the old fiery attitude back if only for a little bit. I loved the way she would get so pissed at the simplest requests. I left her alone to do her work for fifteen minutes before going out to the gravity room and making sure she was fixing it right. I found her under the console curing about shorted out circuits and fried wires. I laughed to myself as she cursed me to high heaven about being rude, egotistical, and obnoxious.

"Is it fixed yet? Or are you going to stay down there and curse at me and this machine all day?" I could hear her growl from the control panel before a bang and more cussing came. She rubbed her head gingerly before glaring up at me with a wrench in hand.
"If you could wait about five more minutes, I'll have this thing working like it was brand new."
"Fine. Just make it snappy."


To cause more insult to injury, Vegeta scared me while I was working on his damn gravity room and bashed my head again. I swear I'm never going to get over this raging headache. After I finished fixing the Monkey Prince's training equipment, I went back to my room, hoping to grab a few more minutes of sleep before I went down to the labs to help my father with more of his inventions. But before I could lay my head down on the pillows, the vile that was next to my lamp was calling my name. I just had to take some of it, if not for fun, maybe it will help me get over this headache and get some rest. I scooped some out with my pinky nail and inhaled deeply, taking all of it in. I wiped my nose and sniffled a little bit before doing the same with the other nostril. I screwed the cap tightly back on the vile and sat it down next to the lamp again. Have to remind myself to ask Ashleigh for more of this stuff tonight when we get to the rave. I think I'm going to really like this stuff.

Well, the sleeping part didn't work out as well as I had planned it to be. I tossed and turned for a good part of an hour or more before I got up and took my shower. With one last once over in the mirror, I grabbed my purse and bounded down the stairs. I snagged my mother's car keys and made my way out to the garage. Satisfied that I wasn't being watched, I left for my shopping excursion.

After five hours of shopping, four malls, and five hundred thousand zenis, I made it back home in one piece. I'm glad I packed extra capsules in my purse because I used every one of them up and still had bags and packages left. I smiled sweetly as I entered the house and walked past my Mother, who was cleaning the living room.

"Bulma honey, Yamcha called earlier. He wants you to call him back."
"Alright Mom, thanks." I called back to her, half way up the stairs. I was happy to get to my room and throw down all my goodies that I had bought. I thought about calling Yamcha or not for a bit before deciding just to ignore him for today and start getting ready to go out tonight.


Bulma left an hour ago with her friends. I was hoping that she was still around seeing the gravity room short-circuited again. So now I'm stuck with nothing to do besides eat or sleep. I think I shall see what kind of hate and discontent I can cause instead. I overheard her talking about a new club last night. I think I'll check that out. I rummaged through the dresser drawers looking for something to wear that won't draw attention to me, but I find that almost impossible. Everywhere I've been to spy on Bulma, there is always someone that makes a comment or two about how I look. Hn, whatever.



After standing in this Kami forsaken line for twenty minutes just to get into the club. The bouncer had the audacity to stop me and tell me that he wouldn't allow me in. I was about to blast him for being such an asshole when two familiar voices from just behind stopped me from doing so.

"Hey Vegeta!" I turned to look finding the two Mistresses that I talked to a little while back. They both smiled and sauntered up toward me.
"You remember us don't you?"
"Of course I do. Who could forget two hellcats like you? You're Alexa and that's Blaze." Blaze smirked over, probably impressed that I actually remembered their names. Alexa got closer to me before peering over my shoulder at the bouncer.
"Yo, Drachen! You're the bouncer here? You better let me and my friends in or I'm telling your mother what you did with little Rachel RottenCrotch, the town whore." Without a questioning look from the bouncer, we were let in with out further hassle.

"You here spying on your housemate again?" Blaze asks me. I just simply nodded to her, trying to locate a dark corner of the building I could be left in peace at.
"Here, you can stay with us. I'm sure no one will take notice if you're with us. Besides it will keep all the filthy animals away with you around." Alexa wrapped an arm around mine and lead me through the sea of people towards the very back of the club. Blaze arrived shortly carrying three drinks, trying hard not to spill their contents everywhere.
"Geeze you'd think that people would move out of your way. So what's on the agenda tonight?"
"First off, I'm taking Vegeta here out on the dance floor. I just love this song." Alexa gave me a wink and pulled me along with her once again. I don't even know why I easily let her take me. As we made our way towards the dance floor, I caught the sight of Bulma and her friends not too far off all having a good time and drinking like always. Bulma was standing over the shoulders of some guy smoking a cigarette. No wonder she always reeks of smoke when she comes home.


The music was loud, the base thumping and rattling. I caught the beginning part of the song that was playing and smiled widely before scooping up a bit of cocaine that was on the table. After getting rid of the evidence I pulled Michio out on the dance floor with me. He protested for a minute, wanting to get back to the more exciting stuff that was happening at the table, but with the grind of my hips against his body, his protest died quickly. Who could resist me, the beautiful Bulma Briefs? I think this stuff actually makes me dance better. A wicked smile graced my lips as I continued to dance.


Bodies moved in erotic motion in time with the music. I watched from the bar, taking the last swallow of vodka to drowned out my worries of Bulma. I can't believe she didn't call me back. I know for sure her Mother would of told her that I called. I'm really at a lost to what I can do to keep this relationship going, but I'm willing to do anything. I was interrupted in my thoughts with a soft tap on my shoulder. I turned around to see a beautiful girl standing behind me with one hell of a gorgeous smile on her face.

"I'm sorry, I don't mean to interrupt you, but are you Yamcha?" I blinked; surprised anyone would recognize me here. I laughed nervously before answering her.
"Yeah, yeah I am. And who would you be?"
"I'm Blaze." She smiles again before placing an order with the bartender.
"Damn people around here. Have to order my drink again because someone made me drop it." She sighed out, her hands clasped together as she leaned against the bar beside me.
"Let me buy that for you."
"Naaa, I'm ok, but I'd like one thing from you though." Her sentence to me threw me for a loop. I started to feel that nervous twitch in my left eye.
"Sure.." I know I choked that word out.
"Could I have your autograph? My little brother just loves you to death." Not what I was expecting from her, but I was relieved anyways. Temptation is a bad thing isn't it? Especially with the strains of guitars in the background playing Nine Inch Nails 'Closer'.


"You let me violate you, you let me desecrate you, you let me penetrate you, you let me complicate you…" Alexa is singing to me once again, her body rubbing up against mine. I moved to the music, but my mind and eyes were in a different place. I was watching Bulma not far away from me dancing with some guy from her table. Her body swaying and grinding away on him sensually. I groaned to myself wishing it were me that she was doing that to.
"I want to fuck you like an animal, I want to feel you from the inside, I want to fuck you like an animal…" I watch Bulma leave the dance floor heading straight for the bar, that's when, I saw trouble start before it even happened.


I had to get a drink; the dancing was giving quite a thirst. I got to the bar and ordered myself a drink and tried to wait patiently as I could. Some laughter and a familiar voice caught my attention. Three bar stools down sat Yamcha talking with some hussy, writing stuff on a cocktail napkin before handing it over to her. I knew it, that cheating ass bastard! I can't believe this! I clenched my fists at my sides and marched over.

"What the fuck are you doing Yamcha?" I surprised him just by his reaction. He turns towards me and frowns.
"I could ask you the same thing Bulma. Why didn't you return my call this afternoon?"
"I was busy. So what are you doing with this two-bit whore? She better then me?"
"Excuse me? Two-bit whore? Who the hell do you think you're talking to that way?" The woman spits out at me, her smile fading away to a frown that mirrored Yamcha's.
"Yeah you. Get the fuck away from my boyfriend." I shouted out and shoved the girl away hard. She stumbled back a few feet, falling into a crowd of people. I watched her get back to her feet, both hands clenched tightly as she dropped down into a fighting stance.
"Let me go you bastard." I yelled as Yamcha grabbed me from behind, stopping me from kicking her ass.
"Bulma, you're drunk. Go home and sleep it off. She was only asking for an autograph for her brother."
"Fuck off Yamcha, we're through. You hear me, it's over! I'm tired of the stories and lies!" I think my announcement startled him because he let go of me.


I was right trouble did start. Bulma started a fight with the wrong person. Shit, I better stop this before Bulma gets the hell beat out of her. I pushed my way through the crowd with Alexa not far on my heels. Bulma was shouting at Yamcha about it being over. Their relationship? She must totally be screwed up if she's screaming that.

"Oh yeah, kind of fitting to start playing this song!" Alexa shouts over the music. I didn't know what she meant by that, so I just glared at her until she told me.
"It's American Bad Ass, you've never heard this before? I think the DJ has too much time on his hands" I just shook my head, peering over Alexa's shoulder as Bulma lunged at Blaze again. In the matter of second, half the people at the bar were into the fight.

"Fuck, this isn't good. The police will be here soon." I mumbled out as I watched Alexa and Bulma standing toe to toe with each other while the weakling warrior held back Blaze. I quickly grabbed Bulma around the waist and pulled her away from the Mistresses as she fought to get out of my grasp.
"Take her home and sober her up Vegeta. She needs it, damn bitch. She's fucking high on cocaine." Blaze yells over to me as she rubbed her fist. Great, she just had to say my name didn't she? Now Bulma and Yamcha are both staring at me.
"You following my girlfriend Vegeta?" The weakling asks over the crowd's noise with venom in his voice.
"None of your business what I do. Now get out of here if you wish not to get arrested." I warned as I lifted Bulma over my shoulder and took her out of the club. I wonder if the Mistresses got away? I kind of don't want to see them in trouble, just yet.


I can't believe this shit. Vegeta followed me to the club and carried me out like some child in front of all my friends. Damn bastard. I threatened, begged, and pleaded for him to let me down but he refused to. I was finally let go when we got back to the house and he took me up to my room. He threw me on the bed none too softly and glared down at me. It was then I noticed what he was wearing. The clothes that I bought for him months ago that he swore up and down that he would never wear. He looked pretty good in them.

"You're going to stay in here until you sober up."
"You can't tell me what to do."
"Really?"
"Yes really. Now get the hell out of my room."
"What's this?" Shit, he noticed the vile on my nightstand. I watched him pick it up and study it in interest. He looked back up at me, the frown deepening on his face.
"Give that back, that isn't yours." I held out my palm waiting for him to return my cocaine that Ashleigh had given me the night before.
"Don't think so." He closed his fingers around it and marched out of my room, slamming the door in the process.

Fuck, now where am I going to get more of that?