Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Fate of Awakening Love ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )

Fate of Awakening Love

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The most painful experience someone can go through is a cheating of some sort, Bulma sniffed at this theory as she placed her bleeding hands into a bowl of water and ice. Her father gently padded her back as he took a seat next to her trembling body. Her eyes swelled with tears and her breathing was shaken a bit. He sighed as she moved her fingers around within the cold water.

"I'm done with him dad." She said as she let her fingers emerge from the red water. He was taken back a bit, he always liked Yamcha in a way, he was better than Vegeta at least. He always protected Bulma, he found no reason why he would do such a rash thing to his daughter.

"It's okay Bulma dear. Yamcha was no good anyway." She sniffed and smiled at her father. He was always there when she was down. She brought her hands out of the blood red waters and looked at her broken fingers. They swelled with a purple color. She winced as she tried to move them. Her father only placed a hand over the fingers and shook his head.

"Don't move them. They're obviously broken and will take time to heal."

"So the wench is hurt, eh?" A voice came from the stair case. The two turned their heads swiftly to see Vegeta coming out of the darkness of the hallway. Bulma glared her eyes towards him as she grabbed a towel with her free hand and covered her hands in it.

"Fuck you Vegeta. You have no part in this."

"And here I thought you weren't going to be in a bad mood tonight. I guess things change when you catch your weakling man in a heated passion with another woman." Bulma growled angrily at him for using such words.

"You're an ass hole Vegeta. You would have no idea what pain I'm in right now."

"No, but I do enjoy watching you suffer." He smirked with a chuckle on the side. He loved to pester the young earth woman until she exploded with fury and anger. She growled at him, only making him chuckle a bit more towards her. He walked over towards the Refrigerator and opened it slowly, making a small creaking noise which he knew Bulma hated. He smirked as he looked over his shoulder into her dark eyes. They were filled with such angst which brought great success into his mind, seeing that he loves to piss the Earth Woman off. Bulma growled and placed her hand back into the water and winced as the cuts stung. Mr. Briefs took a seat next to her and rubbed her back again calmly.

"It's alright Bulma. We'll get it wrapped up in a minute. It'll likely take over a month to heal." Bulma's eyes grew wide.

"A month?! But, I've got that convention in two weeks." She stated. Mr. Briefs sighed and shook his head,

"Just send one of your workers out for you, you will not be able to do anything with your fingers and hand like this." This remark caught Vegeta in another chuckle. Bulma lifted her eyes to him as he stood in the door way again, chomping down on a sandwich.

"Baka woman. This just proves that Earth women are all idiots." Bulma stood up and balled her hand into a fist and gritted her teeth.

"Don't you ever shut your mouth Vegeta?" She asked, clearly knowing what the answer was. He smirked and turned.

"I don't it's me who needs to shut up, I think it's you. You have the biggest mouth I've ever seen." With that said he walked back upstairs and into his room, listening to the fury he left downstairs in the kitchen. Bulma threw the bowl of water against the wall and growled loudly.

"Fucking Bastard." She yelled. Mr. Briefs walked over to the staircase and kneeled down next to the puddle of red, cold water. He sighed and stood up to get a towel.

"You know Bulma, there are a few things Vegeta is right about." Bulma looked blankly at him as he started to clean up her mess.

"What?" She asked, a bit confused as too what he was talking about. He stood up to wash the rag and continue to clean.

"Like he said, you kind of do just speak what's on your mind and don't care to think about what to say before you actually say it." Bulma's heart dropped in her chest as she was hearing what he was saying.

"You mean, you think I have a big mouth?" She stated. He stood up again and faced her.

"Bulma I'm not saying that. I'm just saying you should think before you act and not the opposite." He walked to the sink and rinsed his rag again, then picking up a larger towel to dry it up. Then he placed the towel in the hamper and walked over to his daughter and grabbed her good hand and guided her to the medical room. Bulma then felt the stinging return to her hand as she cried out in pain from it. Dr. Briefs sat her down in a chair upon reaching the room and grabbed a few things to tend to the wound. As he started to work, Bulma watched.

`Is he right? Do I have a big mouth?' She thought as he cleaned the cuts. She swallowed a bit of her pride as he started to cover her wounds and wrap her hand and fingers so they would heal properly. He looked up as he finished and looked into her eyes and smiled.

"Finished." He said. He stood up and dried his hands with another towel and started out. Bulma looked at her hand as tears began to fall down her cheeks.

"Dad?" She asked, stopping him at the door and turning towards her. She turned in her seat and rubbed her wrapped hand. "Do you think things will change?" He looked blankly at her, confused as too what she was talking about.

"What ever do you mean Bulma?" She shook her head and stood up.

"Never mind." She stated as she started her way towards him. She smiled as she walked past him and into the big empty room. He watched as she disappeared into the staircase and went into the shadows. He leaned against the door frame and though about her question.

"Yes Bulma, I believe things will change. Only time will tell though." He answered. He shut off the light and walked into the hallway and to his room. It was late and he had much work to do in the morning.

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The sun shone through the light curtains of the room as Bulma laid in bed staring blankly at the ceiling. What was she to do? She broke her hand, thus disabling her from work, she lost the only person she could depend on and the only thing she had to live with was that asshole Vegeta. She grabbed her pillow and placed it over her head, yelling into it loudly out of frustration. She let out a few sobs as she moved it away from her.

"What the fuck happened? Why is this happening to me?" She asked herself out of pity. She felt that there was nothing left for her to do except sit on her ass doing nothing about her situation and doing nothing to change her mood. She sat up out of spite of her thoughts and stared into the mirror on her closet. She saw someone else, aside from herself. She saw a torn up woman who had nothing to go for in life. Her eyes were red from the sleepless night, her hand yelled in pain and her heart pounded deep in her chest from the thought of it all. She growled at herself as she stood up, placing her slipper on and grabbing her robe from her computer desk.

"I'm not going to let a stupid thing like Yamcha get me down. I'm going to forget about him if it's the last thing I do." She exclaimed. She opened her door and walked into the hallway to hear the silence of the room. She figured that her mom was in the garden, her dad was working on his project, and the selfish prince was training for Kami knows what. She shut her door and looked around. It was a bit chilly this morning, she wondered why. She ignored her feelings for the time being and started her way down the hall and down each step into the kitchen. She found Gohan sitting at the table playing cards with Goku and her mom cooking at the stove. Bulma cocked an eyebrow, confused as too why Goku and Gohan were here. She coughed to grab everyone's attention. Gohan looked up and saw her blue eyes and smiled.

"Good morning Bulma. Did you have a nice sleep?" He asked. She looked around, still a bit confused at the situation.

"Uh, I guess, Gohan why are you and you dad here?" She asked bluntly. Goku looked up and smiled in his usual way.

"Well Chichi and her dad left early this morning, and Gohan and I figured since we have nothing else to do we'll come here, and possibly catch a training session with Vegeta. But with our luck, once we got here it started to snow." Bulma gasped at the sound of `Snow' She padded over to the window to see the lawn covered in the white powder. She smiled as she gazed at it, she even let out a small chuckle.

"SNOW!" She stated. She tugged her robe closer as her eyes lit up and her smile grew larger. She disturbed by a light huff behind her. She turned to see Vegeta sitting in the living room watching TV.

"That shit you call snow ruined any chance at training today." He growled as he flipped though the channels. He grew frustrated and threw the remote against the wall and stood up. "And to bring more anger into my morning there is nothing on this damned box and I'm stuck here with the Baka Earthlings, Kakkarot and his weakling son." Gohan stood up on his chair and faced Vegeta.

"You better not start anything Vegeta. Or…"

"Or what, you'll hurt me? Oh I'm scared." He said. He smirked at the though of Gohan trying to fight him. Goku stood up and placed his hand on Gohan's shoulder and pushed his down lightly.

"Now Gohn, don't get to involved with Vegeta. You don't want to get," He was saying before glancing at Bulma's hand. His eyes grew wide as he started at her. Bulma looked at him rather curious as too why he stopped.

"Goku, what is it?" She asked. Goku's hand dropped from his son's shoulder and onto his mouth.

"Bulma what happened to your hand?" He asked, forcing everyone to look at her hand, then gasp as well. Bulma picked up her hand, three broken fingers, cut marks on her palms, how could she tell them that it was Yamcha that made her do this? They would all kill him. She looked up to the two, ignoring Vegeta behind her. She gulped and sighed, but Vegeta beat her to it.

"I can tell you. He baka man did it too her." Vegeta stated proudly. Goku grew wide eyed again.

"Yamcha did this?" He said in amazement. Bulma nodded, grabbing her hand. Gohan brought his hands to his mouth.

"Oh Bulma." He said. Bulma turned to vegeta, who was smirking wickedly at her.

"Bastard." She muttered under her breath. She then walked to her mom who was ignoring the conversation. She turned to Bulma and smiled.

"Bulma honey Yamcha called for you this morning. He asked me if you can call him back." She told her daughter. Bulma blinked a few times at her.

`Is she stupid? Didn't she just listen to the conversation?' Bulma sighed and walked away. "When he calls back tell him that I do not wish to speak to him anymore." She said. She then walked into the other room and into her lab. She wanted to work and tried to find something to occupy her time. She closed the door, making everyone wonder what really happened to her hand.