Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Dancing on the razors edge.... ❯ Chapter seven ( Chapter 7 )

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Dancing on the razor's edge…


It's been over a month since the incident in my bedroom occurred. She avoids me at every turn, leaving the room as soon as I enter. I haven't heard her say one word since she uttered 'I know what you want from me'. The panic look in her eyes ripped at my insides, twisting it in knots. I can't believe she thought I was going to rape her. I would never ever do something like that to a woman doesn't she understand that? I the Prince of all Saiyans have honor and pride, and that is below me.

For the most part, she has been keeping to the house. She been out with her friends, but has made it a point to come home in her drunken stupor every night and managed to haul her ass to bed. It wasn't hard to notice the smell of the alcohol and cocaine all over her every night when she came in, but there was a new smell, one I wasn't familiar with. He hygiene leaves something to be desired. Her hair has lost its glorious luster that I like about it. It hung limp and straggly around her face. Her body, still being starved of food that she needed looked horrible. I'm surprised that she's still able to function at all.

I came in for my lunch, still not happy with the performance of the gravity room to find Bulma coming into the kitchen as well. With her head tilted back, her right hand pinching the bridge of her nose. She felt around with her left hand, making sure she wasn't going to run into anything on her way to the counter. I sat back and watched her for a moment before I got a whiff of blood that stirred in the air. That's when I noticed the blood running down her hand that partially covered and pinched her nose.

"What the hell is your problem?" She made no response to acknowledge me, grabbing some paper towel to clean up the bloody mess. I knew what her problem was before I even asked. I knew she wouldn't admit the truth to me, or anyone for that matter.
"The air is dry, that's why my nose is bleeding." She finally answered in ragged voice. Granted, it was a good answer but not the one I was waiting for.
"Whatever. I expect you to fix my gravity room before you go off gallivanting all over the city tonight."
"Yeah yeah, just leave me alone." She waved a dismissive hand towards me before stalking out of the room.


Yeah, I'll fix his damn gravity room. That's all he cares about anyways. Eat, sleep and train is all he does, but I can't say much about it. Goku does the same thing. The kid from the future that came back and told us all about the androids, but I'm not worried much about it though. If they come and kill everyone, at least I can say I had my fun while I still could before I have to stand in front of King Yemma.

I plan on having a blast with the girls tonight as always. I just have to remember to pack extra tissues in my purse because of these damn nosebleeds. My mother thinks it's all from the dry air and she brought in a humidifier in my room to help out. If she only knew the real reason was that I was taking so much cocaine to do it. Daddy has been pretty upset with me lately. I just can't concentrate while I'm in the lab for some reason. I keep messing up on the schematics of some prototype that he needs done by the end of the month. All I can do is apologize and keep trying to fix what I've done wrong. Oh well I have to get this damn gravity room done before I leave other wise I'll never hear the end of it from monkey boy.


Shit it's almost eight and I haven't even gotten ready to leave yet. I raced around looking for something to wear, deciding on a white silk shirt with a black leather mini skirt to go with it. No time to do my hair or make up this time around. I hopped down the hallway trying to slide my knee high black leather stiletto boots when Vegeta passed me by heading towards his favorite room in the whole damn place. I'll give you three guesses but the first two don't count.

"Watch it buster." I cried out as I lost my balance from him pushing his way through. He didn't even give me a backwards glance, just his normal grunt and then disappearing out of sight. I still can't stand the sight of him for some reason. He won't even look me in the eye anymore. Did I do something to him? If I did I don't remember. Shit drugs are not good for the memory that's for damn sure. That could explain why I don't really remember where I got that giant hand mark on my face one night or why Yamcha refuses to talk to me. Damn I must have done some awful stuff.


I made up my mind to talk to Bulma. Whether she listens to me or not, that's her decision. But I want to know that I've done all I could before I actually say good-bye to the first woman that's ever captured my heart. After all the thinking I've done lately, I think it's for the best to just stay friends. I don't think we were ever made to be more then that. I wish for who ever captures her heart next treats her well and helps her dig her back out of the mess she's in now.

I pull up out front of Capsule Corp with my new girlfriend Blaze and her roommate Alexa. I swear wherever one is the other isn't very far behind.

"You want me to go with you?" She calls after me from the car. I just shake my head at her and continued towards the door, pushing down the twisted feeling of dread in the pit of my stomach. It's now or never I tell myself and ring the doorbell. I rocked back on my heels, shoving my hands into the pockets of my jeans while I waited for someone to answer.

"Hello Yamcha dear." Bulma's mother answered the door with her usual grin plastered to her face. I smiled back at her taking notice that Vegeta was making his exit out the side door to his gravity room.
"Hi Mrs. Briefs is Bulma home?" I don't know why I asked; I knew she wasn't here for some reason.
"Oh, no you just missed her about an hour ago. Her sweet friends came and picked her up."
"Damn, well I'm sorry to bother you. When you see Bulma next, tell her I came over to talk with her ok?"
"Sure, I'll let her know Yamcha."
"Thanks Mrs. Briefs I got to…" The sounds of twisting steel and the roar of an explosion rocked the compound hard. I could hear the girls in the car shouting, asking what the hell was going on. The billowing smoke and debris from behind the house rose straight into the darkening skies. Fuck, Vegeta.

I must of scared the girls with the look on my face, as they both bolted from my car and followed me out back. It looked like a war zone in the back yard. Twisted metal and wires sparking were everywhere.
"Vegeta! You stupid bastard!" I yelled looking around the debris for him.
"Vegeta? No way he couldn't be hurt could he?" Alexa shouted out from the other side of the rubble at me. Blaze stumbled over the large pieces of steel trying her hardest to get to me.
"Don't stand there Yamcha, if he was in this damn thing when it blew up he could be really hurt or dead."
"Shut it Alexa and help look." I snapped back at her. She gave me the 'fuck you' look before she started to dig on her hands and knees into the rubble.

I don't know how much time had passed as we scrambled to lift and sift through the mess that was once a gravity room. Hands bleeding sweat dripping from our foreheads as we frantically dug.
"I think I found him." I heard the strains of Blaze's voice from just the other side of me. Blood stained gloves and torn blue spandex was a dead give away as I helped lift a heavy beam that was across his torso.
"Shit is he still alive?" Alexa was answered with a groan of pain from the saiyan prince, his muscles twitching slightly.
"Yeah, we need to get him to the medical area." I tell her as I tried to pull the grumpy prince into a sitting position.
"Leave me alone weakling, I have to train." Vegeta sputters out at me, yanking his arm away from my grasp only for him to stumble as he tried to get up.
"I don't think you'll be doing any training for a while." Blaze tells him as I help hoist him up and drag him towards the medical area of Capsule Corp.


Sassy and Miko dropped me off somewhere close to three in the morning. I remember stumbling towards the front door, dropping my keys with a loud clank.
"Shit." I grumbled out as I slunk down, swiping my hand from side to side to find where the offending keys had disappeared. The door swung open, an angry Yamcha glared down at me.
"About time you showed up."
"This is my home Yamcha, I come and go as I please here if you haven't noticed."
"I think you need to go see Vegeta."
"Why the fuck do I want to see him for?"
"If it wasn't for you, he'd be sleeping in his own bed tonight."
"Stop with the damn riddles Yamcha." I push past him and entered the kitchen to grab some snacks. I grab a bag of chips and plop down at the kitchen table to rip the bag open.
"I'm not talking riddles here Bulma, you're just so fucking high you don't even understand what I'm telling you." He's now yelling at me. I wince slightly as his voice grew louder at me.

"Yamcha is everything alright in here." I hear a female voice call out to him. I turn around to see a woman a little smaller then me standing in the doorway in clubbing clothes covered in dirt and blood.
"Everything is fine in here. Why don't you go back and sit with Alexa and Vegeta." Yamcha tells her but she doesn't move, she stares at me with her dark eyes full of hate.
"Who the fuck are you and what are you doing in my house?" I screamed loudly, the bag of chips I had in my hand made it's way to the floor. Yamcha started to stutter out an excuse of some sort as he looked from me and to her.
"Don't start with me again Bulma." She gave out her warning to me. By this time I was fuming, my blood boiling with rage. Why the hell did my Yamcha bring a filthy slut into my house?
"You just watch it girly girl. I'll kick your ass if you don't get the hell out of my house right now!"
"Excuse me? I think you better rethink that. If I remember correctly it was me that kicked your ass last time so don't even try that shit with me. Your housemate had to save you from getting your ass waxed, which incidentally is in the medical wing as we speak. As if you really care."
"Me get my ass waxed? Why you little…" It finally sunk in what Yamcha was trying to tell me. Vegeta was hurt pretty badly.


Why do I hurt all over? My body feels like I was ganged up on by a few super saiyans. I could feel someone to the left side of me running their fingers through my hair. With all the smoke and blood that hung heavy in the air, I still was able to catch her scent and recognize it at Alexa. Why the hell is she doing here and touching me?

"Hey how are you feeling?" She asks after I groan. I cracked my eyes to see her standing beside me, a goofy grin on her face.
"Like shit, how else would I feel like? Where in seven hells am I?"
"Medical wing at Capsule Corp. Your training thingy doohickey blew up." Shit now I remember. I had turned the gravity on and was about to begin my work out when the control panel started to spark. I couldn't reach the controls in time to stop the massive explosion. The onna must have fucked something up while she was out here fixing the damn thing. Probably so fucking high that she mixed up some wires and then boom as soon as I turned it on it would start to malfunction. Shit maybe she did it to get back at me for that night I had her silly ass pinned to the bed, the night she accused me of being a rapist. In either case, I'm laying here on this damn uncomfortable bed wrapped in silly bandages.

"Blaze you better chill out girl." I hear Alexa say from the doorway. I could hear muffled yelling from the other side of the cracked door. Curiosity taunting me, I clamber out of the bed feeling every ache and pain in my body.
"What's going on out there?"
"Vegeta! What the hell are you doing up?"
"Don't mess with me onna. This is nothing compared to what I usually do to my body. Now get out of my way so I can see what's going on out there." She huffed at me as I took broken steps towards the door, my knees threatening to give out at any moment. I think the Mistress expected it cause I felt my left arm being tugged over her shoulder to help keep my balance.
"I'm capable of walking on my own." I growl out. She cocked her head towards me and shook it, not believing me for a minute.
"Okay Vegeta, drop the macho bullshit. If you want to know what's going on, I'll help you get there."

I never knew how long the hallway was going towards the main house was until I shuffled along with Alexa keeping me up right. I still can't believe what happened. As we drew near I could hear Bulma's voice screeching loudly, curses and threats spilling off her tongue. There were two other voices that yelled with her, the weakling warrior and the other Mistress. With the mention of ass beatings, I quickened my pace to get there before the ass beating commenced. Before we reached the doorway to the kitchen, a loud smack resonated through the hallway along with some more screaming and scuffling.

"Fuck I hope that was Blaze doing the beating." Alexa whispered out as we neared the doorway. On our arrival, Bulma stood on the other side of the table holding her cheek with a surprised look on her face still spewing out curses as Yamcha was trying his hardest to keep Blaze from pouncing over the table at her.

"You nasty fucking cunt! Yamcha get your fucking hands off of that piece of trash!" Oh this isn't going to be pretty.
"Argh! Yamcha let me go right now if you know what's good for you. You are going down you freak"
"That's enough!" I bellowed out gaining the attention of everyone in a two-block radius. Blaze stopped struggling in Yamcha's arms, only to glare at me and shrug the weakling's grasp of her. Bulma finally disengaged her stare at Yamcha and Blaze to look at me. She gasped loudly, holding a trembling hand over her thin lips.
"Oh Kami Vegeta."
"Stuff it onna, I don't want your pity. You fucking did something to that gravity room and it exploded. I suggest you start work on another one." She growled out something before stomping away in a tizzy.

What the hell is she doing to herself? She's acting like nothing matters anymore. Is this the case? Maybe I should help her along with her self-destruction, or rescue her from the pits of hell that I know too much about. I don't think she trusts me right now even though I did nothing to wrong her.

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