Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Dancing on the razors edge.... ❯ Chapter eight ( Chapter 8 )

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I know people are saying that some of the characters are way out of character here. Well this is a A/U fic and wasn't meant for everyone to stay in their right character even though I have tried my hardest to keep them that way. Bulma using language she wouldn't normally use…yes she educated…but when you are strung out on drugs and puking to rid yourself of food, believe me you do not care what you sound like to others.

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Dancing on the razor's edge…


I wonder if it was me that made the gravity room explode on Vegeta or it was his stupidity trying to crank the gravity up too far. But I have a nagging feeling it was my error though. It just seems lately everything has been crumbling in around me. I wreck my car, Vegeta got hurt pretty badly and I can't seem to get myself to stop snorting all this damn cocaine. I told myself I could stop anytime I wanted to, but that isn't the case anymore. I need it. I crave it with a passion. I can't live a single day without it now. I've been here at the house, locked in my room for almost a week straight. Lucky for me I'm going out tonight with the girls and will be able to get some more to tie me over for a while I hope. It's been almost twelve hours since I inhaled the last of what I had stashed away here in my bedroom. I'm pretty surprised that Vegeta hasn't found it yet, with his keen saiyan sense of smell otherwise it would of ended up flushed down the toilet like the last bottle he got away from me.

I can't wait for the time to pass by quickly. My hands are starting to shake badly from withdrawals. I try to keep my mind off of it by doing little things here in my room. I tried looking at old photo albums, but that just put me in a worse mood then I'm already in. Yamcha's picture was everywhere. Both of us smiling for the camera or hamming it up. I snort at the thought of me actually telling him to get lost. He did nothing to me, so why did I treat him so badly? I guess I'll never know. Maybe it was meant to be that way. This is all too much for me to handle right now. My life sucks and it's not worth living like this.

It took me days to get rid of the aches and pains from the gravity room explosion. I still have no gravity room to train in so I do my own training away from the house in the early mornings while doing intricate katas in the afternoon sun near the annoying onna's flowerbeds. One of these days I'm going to destroy them and have hell to pay, but until then I will train right here. I don't think Bulma has left the house since the night of the explosion. She's been keeping herself locked up in her bedroom all day long, not even coming out when she is called for. I see her mother taking her food up to the bedroom everyday, but I know exactly where that food is going and it's not in the onna's digestive tract either.

The weakling stopped by yesterday wanting to talk with her; evidently she wasn't in the mood for talking as she slung almost everything she had within reach at Yamcha. Hn, I guess she was lucky that he left his mistress lover at home this time around otherwise I would have to break up another cat fight. I don't know why the onna is so mad at him; it was her own fault that she was dumped. Besides both onnas could do a lot better anyways.

"Out of my way monkey brain." Bulma growled out to me as she made her way down the stairs dressed in something that resembled clothing.
"Where the hell are you going? Out with your sleazy friends again?" She rolls her eyes at me as she fumbles with her purse looking for something.
"My friends are not sleazy! I should be the one asking you about your questionable company you keep."
"You should never question me onna. I am the prince of all saiyans!"
"Yeah, yeah I've heard this speech before a few thousand times already. You know something Vegeta? You don't have shit here! You don't have a planet to rule over and that title means diddly squat!" I know my eyes flared with fire and anger as she spewed forth her insult to me. She smirked before turning her back to me as she dug around in her purse again. I don't know what came over me but I grabbed her shoulder and spun her around to face me.

"Onna you are treading on a thin line with me already."
"Screw off, I don't have time for your shit. Why don't you go find someone that might bow down to you almighty prince huh?" She hissed out. I think that was the moment I snapped. The next thing I remember were my fingers roughly grabbing her around the throat and lifting her off the floor. Both of her hands came up grasping on to my arm to stop me from snapping her neck in half.

For the first time since I've met her, I saw fear in those drowning blue eyes. She was afraid of me. I think that's what synched it for me. I dropped her to the floor and immediately left the room.

I gasped for breath for at least five minutes after Vegeta dropped me on my ass. Damn asshole, he knows I'm right but he can't get over that humongous ego of his to see it. Know what? Screw him, I'm not going to ever talk to him for as long as I live, or Goku kills him. Which ever comes first.

The lights flashed in a rhythmic sequence that way hypnotizing as the music pumped through large speakers. I made my way through the sea of people dancing to get back to the table. All the girls were there flirting with Jaycee some new guy that Miko had brought with her. He's been passing out pills and other 'goodies' to us all night long. I managed to snag some cocaine and sniff it down quickly. I was so happy to see my frazzled nerves being quelled. Snatching up my tequila, I downed it in one straight shot before looking around for some fun to get into.
"Found it!" I remember blurting out as I walked towards the backroom where the club kept its billiard rooms. Just for shits and giggles, I decided to give it a try for the first time in my life. What harm can hitting little balls around with a stick cause?

Yamcha had ditched Alexa and I for the night so it's girls' night out again. Alexa managed to talk me into going down to the 'Blizzard' club for drinks and guy stalking which perked me right up. After an hour or so of grinding on all the hot men on the dance floor we finally made out way to the bar to grab a few drinks before starting the cycle over again.

"Hey Blaze? Is that Bulma and the 'Slut crew' over there at that table?" Alexa asked after she slammed her shot glass back on the bar.
"Looks like it to me. Should we go cause trouble or just listen in? I still got a bone to pick with that girl after she ran her mouth off at me."
"We don't need any trouble from them tonight. Lets go see if we can get some juicy gossip." Both of us nodding in agreement we managed to snag a table next to them. With our backs turned to them, it was easy for us to listen in and not be caught or recognized by Bulma.

For the most part, it was a boring conversation. I learned that Sissy? Sassy? Who ever was screwing some erotic dancer. Big deal really. After a few minutes of idle chat from them I caught Bulma out of the corner of my eye heading towards the backrooms. I was half tempted to get up and follow her hoping to get lucky to slug her just once while she wasn't with her friends. With both of us rolling our eyes at the conversation, it abruptly ended with the entire 'Slut crew' leaving for the bathroom together. We were about to split and get some more dancing in before something caught my attention.

"Man Bulma is so clueless. She doesn't even realize that she just bought us enough stuff for a week for each of us. Stupid bitch." I crane my neck to see one of the girls laughing to another as they walk past our table.
"Damn did you hear that?" I whispered to my best friend. She nodded as she watched the girls weave their way out of our sight.

"Hey, where is the blue hair freak at?" A man's voice now caught my attention. I didn't recognize it at all, but I did the one that answered him.
"Back in the billiards room. She wandered in there almost half hour ago."
"Go find her; she's had two ruffies in the last hour that she doesn't even know about. She should be good and ready for you now."
"Don't you think that's a little excessive?"
"Well the first one should have worked by now so I gave her another one. Go have some 'fun' if you know what I mean."

I knew that damn voice from somewhere. I knew Alexa had heard everything as well so I elbowed her to glance over her should to see who it was. Moving her head slightly I caught her eyes widening and her mouth falling open in shock.
"What?" I forcefully whisper to her.
"You know that hot looking guy you were like engaged with for an hour?"
"Yeah Jaycee why?"
"That's who it is!"
"Shit!" I squeaked out. Right away I knew there was going to be big trouble whether I hated the bitch or not, we had to do something. No one deserves to be drugged with that shit!

I was just getting comfortable on the couch when the telephone contraption rang. I looked around looking for someone to answer the damn thing when I realized I was the only one at the damn house tonight. It seems the onna's parents went out for dinner and a movie, or what ever I wasn't really paying attention. Growing tired of the constant ringing I grabbed the receiver.

"What!"
"Gawd how rude!" A females voice shouted out on the other end over a lot of loud music.
"What do you expect?"
"At least a hello or something. Vegeta, you need to come down here like right now."
"Why? I'm perfectly happy where I am right now." I'm growing agitated by the minute before I hear someone shouting her name in the background."
"Your housemate is in trouble."
"Bulma?"
"Who else lives with you that I know? Just get down here to the 'Blizzard' club before something bad happens." Blaze snapped out at me. I kind of snickered to myself. She would of made a good saiyan for sure with that tongue of hers
"Don't beat her ass to hard."
"I'm not going to touch her, you should be worried about some guy raping her though."
"What?"
"No more details until you get your ass down here. Laters!" I hear her hand up her end roughly.

After a minute of letting everything sink into my brain, I went upstairs to change my clothes before I left. If anyone tried touching the onna in such a manner I will gut them while they were still breathing just so they could see what I was doing to them. I knew this wasn't a joke just because the Mistresses would of never called over petty stuff. But I still wonder why they called though considering Blaze almost cold cocked Bulma twice the night of the explosion.

What the hell is going on? My body is feeling weak and I'm starting to get a little light headed. I try to balance myself with the pool cue to keep myself from toppling over.
"I think you need some fresh air." I looked up to see Miko's guy friend Jaycee. I half smiled at him as he led me out of the billiards room and out a back exit to the club. When he didn't stop I tried to yank my hand back away from him finding that I didn't have hardly any control over my limbs.
"Where are we going?"
"No where." He says with a sloppy smile on his face as he leaned down and captured my lips with his. What happened next I do not know. I closed my eyes and let the blackness over take me.