Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Fate of Awakening Love ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

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Fate of Awakening Love

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If at all, it was a nightmare to begin with. Though Bulma never really understood what provoked her from asking him to stay with her in the first place. She imagined that her thoughts were at the brink of falling apart when the words `Hey, why don't you stay at my house' fell off of her lips and into the brisk autumn air. She guessed it was her generous side taking over and she was right for a moment until he stepped foot into the house and detested the place in an instant. She let out a great sigh and growled at her reflection upon the window that now dripped of water droplets from the summer shower that passed through. Anything was better than listening to the bickering of that…man. He was so arrogant and self involved with himself. Bulma stood up and walked amongst her large chambers to ready herself for the night to come. Opening the closet doors swiftly, she sifted through the many items hanging on the hangers calling for her admiration. A small black dress came into her sight. I was about knee length on a woman who was 5'7", just right for her. She pulled it off and admired it a bit further. It sparkled when the light hit it. She remembered wearing it the first time. It fit her figure perfectly and showed every curve she had to offer. She smiled in success with her finding and threw it on the bed behind her. She sighed again and gently stripped off her shirt and let it fall gracefully to the ground. It wrinkled like a piece of paper when someone applied force to it. She kicked it aside and carefully started stripping her pants off, one leg at a time. That too fell carelessly to the ground. She glided to the bed as she dreamt of her night out. A smiled found its way to her lips as she thought about the dinner, and the surprise that he promised her. She clasped her hands to her chest and sighed longingly.

"Man," She stated as she thought about the night to come. Bulma wondered how he was going to pull it all off with the rain and all, but she figured that there was a plan two if any, just in case of such a thing. She lifted up the dress and gazed at it once more and smiled, just wondering what would happen to it as the night came to an end.

"It's just too tempting to think about it." She said, making herself try to keep her temptation inside. She slid into the dress with ease, smoothing out any wrinkles that formed on her body. She glanced in the mirror, her eyes sparkling in amazement with what she was seeing. She smiled, knowing that nothing now could ruin the night, even if the bastard got in the way. She slipped on her shoes and pulled up her hair into a nice bun. She smiled once more in the mirror.

"I can't wait for him to come to me. I must go to him." She stated. She started her way out, glancing at a picture of the two on a skiing trip about a year ago. She took the picture off of its location and sighed.

"Yamcha," She trailed off as she remembered. She giggled to herself as her thoughts drifted away from her world and into the past. She shook her head and sighed yet again. There was no way she could wait for him now. She set the picture safely into her purse and started her way out of the room.

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"Damn woman, can't even get dinner on time." Vegeta grunted as he sat impatiently at the table. He had long been inside from training and had been complaining about his hunger, driving Dr. Briefs to his chambers for the night. Mrs. Briefs worked steadily in the kitchen, ignoring the rambling of the Saya-jin man. She hummed one of her favorite songs to get her mind clear as she made the meal. Vegeta growled at the woman viciously and crossed his arms over his chest from impatient ness. He didn't like to wait on anything, especially food. His eye caught that of Bulma walking down the steps in her thin black dress. Her hair pulled up and her face bright and cheery. A scowl look crossed Vegeta's face at the mere sight of the earth woman and her figure. She strolled in with a smile on her face and humming a song. She seemed to be in a good mood, what a great chance to ruin it then huh? Vegeta opened his mouth to speak when it was covered by her hand. She smiled as she stared down at the Saya-jin. She chuckled lightly and took in a deep breath.

"Don't you dare say anything to ruin my mood Vegeta, because I will not be a very pleasant girl if you do." Vegeta smirked against her hand.

"Like I care?" He stated. Bulma pulled her hand away and glared evilly at the man. She ignored his smirk and walked behind her mother who was just near finished with dinner. Bulma gave her a light peck on the cheek as she walked by.

"I'm going out to dinner with Yamcha mom. So there will be one missing person at the table tonight." She stated. Mrs. Brief sighed and rolled her eyes, hearing that for the millionth time.

"Bulma honey, I thought that was later at 7:30. It's only 5:00 and it's raining outside." She commented. Bulma turned from the sink with a glass of water in her hand and smiled.

"Don't worry mom. I have my large rain coat and my umbrella. Plus I couldn't wait until then to get dressed up and look beautiful. I want to surprise him." She said. He mother smiled, just hearing the tone of her voice knowing that she was in love with the man. Mrs. Briefs wanted more than anything for the two to be married. They were very compatible when they were around one another and they both had a great sense of love for each other, she just knew it. Bulma set her empty glass on the counter top and glanced back at her mother who was smiling cheek to cheek, she also caught Vegeta grunting towards the woman for being late with his food. Bulma giggled and pecked her mother on the cheek again to bring her out of her trance. She smiled towards Bulma and patted her should lightly and sighed yet again.

"You have fun Bulma. Don't get sick now." Bulma nodded and walked away from her mother, her hand falling lightly to her side. Her eyes watched as Bulma grabbed her coat from the rake by the door, as she buttoned it up, and as she grabbed her umbrella and walked out of the door. Her smiled quickly faded at the sound of intense growling from the Saya-jin prince who was very eager for his dinner. She shook her head and reached for the plates on the counter and walked them over to the glaring Saya-jin.

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Bulma drove down the street, a smile greatly placed upon her face and a song deeply in her heart. She knew nothing could go wrong tonight, everything seemed so perfect already that her mind slipped from any disturbance that could happen in the course of the night. She came to a stop light and pushed on her brakes lightly. She pulled glanced at her rearview mirror to check for any misconceptions on her face. Luckily there was not and she sighed.

"Perfect." She said as the light turned green. Her foot let go easily on the brake and pushed steadily on the gas and started to go. The radio was on playing her favorite song, the song Yamcha had dedicated to her on their first date. She turned it up and started to sing to it lively. She came up to yet another stop light and pushed on the brakes. The rain had begun to fall again, but she never really noticed it. She glanced over to the left of her at an old park that she and Yamcha had gone to. There was a mysterious light coming from a bench that had a cover placed over it to protect the people from the rain. She blinked a few times, remembering that the table was one that Bulma and Yamcha had written their names in and always sat there during picnics. She looked carefully to see a familiar hair style. His height, his fashion, everything. She grew confused with what she was seeing. She closed her eyes tightly and shook her head frantically.

"It's just my imagination. There is no way that can be…" She thought as the light turned green. She decided to prove to herself that her thoughts were wrong and look a left at the light towards the park. She pulled up next to the curb behind the table to glance at the couple, to see if her thoughts were false. Her heart sank as she realized that her thoughts weren't playing with her. It was indeed Yamcha sitting at their table, with another woman next to him. Bulma's jaw dropped as she saw the two cuddling, then moving in for a kiss. Her eyes glared evilly at him as she stopped her car and got out. She stood in the street while the rain poured frantically atop her head as she watched his hands move all over her body. Her hands balled up into fists as she started her way over to the two.

"I'll give him a piece of my mind that I will." She stated as she came closer to the two. Once to the table, she tapped annoyingly on Yamcha's should, catching his attention from his business. His eyes moved up from over his dates lips, his hand till lost in her jacket, his eyes came to meet Bulma's. She could now see the fear in his eyes, realizing that Bulma had been watching him. A scowl look placed across her face, she gritted her teeth and used all of her force to punch Yamcha across the cheek, rather hard. Ignoring the pain in her hand, she concentrated on Yamcha and his reaction to her punch. His date looked worriedly towards Yamcha, then turned to Bulma and growled at her.

"What the FUCK is wrong with you Bitch? You have no right to punch my boyfriend like that."

"You mean you have no business being with Yamcha, MY BOYFRIND, in the first place you Skank." Bulma stated. Yamcha got up, rubbing his jaw in pain and glanced up at the ferocious Bulma who's hands balled up again, reasy for another punch.

"Bulma, I, I can explain." He stated. She growled and tightened her fists, her nails forcing her palms to bleed form the pressure against them.

"Explain what Yamcha? That you're a lying sack of shit who never learns or keeps his promises? You're a fucked up person Yamcha and you don't deserve anyone, especially me." She stated. His eyes looked terrified as she finished her statement.

"Bulma," He started. Bulma growled and screamed out in fury.

"Enough Yamcha! I'm so sick of your excuses and your lies. You and I are done, for good! You can have your Skank, but you'll never hear from me again." She stated. She glared at the woman who looked afraid for Yamcha and really wasn't paying any attention to her. Bulma turned and started back to her car with anger in her heart and now a forming headache from it all. Yamcha kneeled on the bench, his lip bleeding from her blow and breathing heavily. His date rubbed his back and sighed.

"That bitch, she didn't need to do that to you Yamcha." She stated. Yamcha pulled himself up on the table and watched as her car drove off in the rain. He let out a great sigh and looked down at his fingers that consisted of blood.

"Yeah, I think she did."

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Bulma's head pounded with pain the ride home. She stopped at every light to reflect upon what happened. She witnessed her boyfriend cheating on her, she punched him in the jaw forcing him to bleed and caused herself pain amongst her hands. She pulled her hands from the steering wheel to see her palms covered in blood and stung from the cut marks from her nails. Blood ran down her wrists and fell upon her jacket, her right hand stung from the punch. She couldn't move her ring, middle or pointer finger on her right hand, trying to only made her wince in pain.

"Broken." She stated, and they were. Yamchas face was strong, real strong. The light turned green as she placed her hands on the wheel again and started her way home. The pain in her hand drove her crazy though, she was surprised she could drive in this condition. The rain started to fall harder than before, making her vision harder. Her windshield wipers moved frantically to make her vision more clear as she crooked her neck to see. The words Capsule Corps came into her view and a great sigh of relief came upon her. She was home, and she would be fixed. She stopped the car in the driveway and sat for a moment, reflecting upon the events that had happened. Her fury soon calmed down and hurt fell upon her. Tears began to well up in her eyes as she felt the pain of witnessing her boyfriend cheating on her and the pain of her bleeding hands and broken fingers. She slammed her left hand into the cars horn, making it sound off for a long period of time. She sobbed against the wheel and gritted her teeth.

"Bastard, fucking bastard." She got out between sobs. She punched the car horn again sounding her pain and frustration with her emotions. The tears flowed against the wheel and onto her jacket along with droplets of water that fell from her hair from the rain. She couldn't stand to be in this much pain with herself. The car horn stopped as her hand fell in her lap, the blood flowing into her jacket. She sniffed up some tears and sat up. She looked out in front of her to find her father had come out to see what the commotion was all about. She blinked a few times, staring at him, his wondering eyes looking for explanation. She sniffed again unbuckling her seatbelt and opening the car door, carefully so that her fingers didn't have to do much work. She stood in the rain staring at her father. He had an umbrella over his head to protect himself from the rain.

"Bulma honey, are you alright? You startled me with the horn while I was in my lab." Bulma's eyes started tearing up as she started her way over to her father. She laid her head upon his shoulder and sobbed.

"It's Yamcha dad." She stated. He placed a hand on her shoulder and shushed her from sobbing against his shoulder.

"Lets go inside Bulma. You can clean yourself up and tell s the story." Bulma lifter her head and smiled to him. He cared so much for her safety and cared for what happened. He brushed away the tears that fell from her eyes, though it was hard to tell from the rain. He placed his hand upon her back and escorted her inside the house to clean her up from any injuries she endeavored that night.

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