Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ For Crying Out Loud! ❯ Are you... you know ( Chapter 7 )

"Layla? Layla, please wake up."

Bulma words were sad and pleading at the back of my mind. I made an angry face, half awake now.

"Mmmph... no." I managed to slur out, turning onto my stomach to bury my face deep in the thick pillows of bed.

Pillows.

Bed.

I sat up, now fully awake. How the hell did I get back into Bulma's room?

"Vegeta brought you in. Layla, can I ask you something?"

I sighed, already knowing what she wanted to ask.

"It's not like you to ask permission Bulma."

"Shut up! I'm trying to be nice here!"

There's my girl. As much as I found her attitude amusing, the concern in her voice shadowed my sense of humor. I rolled onto my back once more, staring up at the canopy above me.

"Go for it."

"Layla... why were you crying?"

I sighed again. I had never told anyone about my last sunrise, and I wasn't quite sure if I wanted Bulma to be the first to know. Hell, I never even told my parents or older brother, and they are the only people left in the world that I trust. I closed my eyes, searching for the strength to even speak.

"Layla please. I've seen so much in my life, but I've never seen someone cry like that. It was like the whole world was crumbling around you."

I shut my eyes tighter as I felt a single tear roll down my cheek, and I knew deep inside me, Bulma shed her own. Why was this hurting so much? After all these years.

"Bulma... I... I can't." my words were horse with my crying now and from earlier.

"Yes you can. You'll feel better if you talk about it."

I relaxed a little and let her into my mind. To see what I really was. To know all I had felt, and everything I didn't. To see through my eyes, the horrors I had known. When I felt her burst into angry tears, I curled myself into a tight ball, and allowed the pain to claim me once more. Hell, even I am allowed to cry sometimes.

"No one deserves this Layla. Not you. Not anyone."

My lip curled in a half smile and I hugged myself tighter.

"But I did deserve it Bulma. I really did."

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When I had finally collected myself, and assured Bulma that I really was alright, I rummaged through the shopping bags that I had yet to empty to find something suitable to wear. I'm not one to preen myself honestly, but this was a new day, a new look, new attitude, and damnit, I was going to do it right!

I slipped on the clothing, trying to ignore Bulma once more as she went on and on about the attire I had chosen. Turning to the vanity mirror, I opened the new make up and applied it carefully, making sure everything was perfect. Once finished, I stood in front of the full length mirror on the bathroom door, and smiled when I heard Bulma's intake of breath.

"Impressed?"

"To say the least. That's really me?"

"Yes ma'am. The right clothes can make anyone, even you, look good."

"HEEEEEY!!"

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"Ugh. What do you want Kakarot?" Vegeta asked in more than sardonic tone as he stood in the door way after Mrs. Briefs had cheerfully asked him to answer the door, seeing as she was SO busy baking cookies. Hey, cookies for opening a door? That was something Vegeta could definitely deal with. If he had known it was Goku however....

"Actually, I came to talk to Bulma. Is she here?"

Vegeta's glare deepened. What the hell did Kakarot want to talk to the woman for? But, at least that would mean he wouldn't have to deal with the moron or the bitch. He let him in.

Turning on his heel, Vegeta was determined to stalk through the house and out to the backyard, but the minute he came into the small cross section of the house so to speak, where the living room connected to the hall that in turn connected to the stairs, he stopped dead in his tracks, Goku bumping into him from behind. Both Saiyans looked up to see Bulma, or someone who resembled Bulma, hopping down the stairs in a bubbly childish manner. But it wasn't her attitude that caught their attention. In unison, the two men's eyes and faces slowly went up the expanse of Bulma's body.

She wore a pair of black leather boots that reached just below her knees. Past the boots a pair of spider web knit stockings clung to the curves of her legs. Up to a pair of black, VERY short, VERY tight shorts that had thick cloth fringe dangling down from the waist band, reaching her ankles. Her flat belly was exposed by a black mid drif top that clung to her like a second skin, the top dipping off her shoulders to cascade into long mesh renaissance style sleeves that flowed gracefully with every step she took. Her blue eyes were brought out dangerously by a clean even stroke of eye liner, curved up at the outer corner in a sort of Egyptian style. Her lids were dusted with a charcoal gray shadow, giving the look depth and romanticism. Her lips were painted in a blood red color.

"Hi guys. You know, you shouldn't stare. Its rude." she said with a little smirk before hopping over the banister, her boots making a loud clunk when she landed, and head towards the kitchen. Vegeta and Goku's eyes followed every sexy sway of her hips, every flow of clothing, every sensual movement she made. She stopped at the doorway of the kitchen, her hand on the frame, and turned her head slightly, her eyes giving Vegeta a look that could have melted a glacier. Then, just as quickly as she allowed the eye contact to pass, it disappeared, and she was gone.

"Vegeta?"

"Hn."
"Do lesbians dress like that?"

"Kakarot! What are you- wait, I don't want to know. Leave me alone."

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"Bulma dear, what are you wearing?" Bunny asked in a curious tone. That wasn't what I had expected. Most mothers would have shit themselves if they had seen their daughters walk around in clothes such as the ones I wore.

"New wardrobe mom. Whatcha think?" I asked, turning in a slow circle for her to examine.

"Hmm. Well, its definitely different from your other clothes. But I like it."

My jaw dropped.

Wow.

Ok, Bunny Briefs was officially cool.

I claimed a cookie hot off the pan and plopped myself down at a chair, my booted feet propped up on the table in a relaxed manner.

"Oh, Bulma dear, I just wanted to let you know. I may like the clothing you wear now, but next week you are not going to be wearing them."

"What?"

"You know what I'm talking about young lady. As much as I love you, and Kami knows I do, the function is formal."

My eyes squinted together in thought. What WAS this woman talking about?

"Oh no. I forgot. CC's annual 'We survived another year' party!" Bulma's voice sounded panicky, which didn't help settle my mind, especially over something as small as a party.

"Hey Bulma, could I talk to you?"

I turned my head to see Goku standing in the door way, a worried expression on his face. Shrugging my shoulders, I brought my legs down and followed him into the back yard. When he was certain we were out of ear shot from Mrs. Briefs, he turned and tried to speak, but words just didn't seem to form. I smirked a little.

"Just spit it out Goku. It can't be THAT bad."

"Well its... it's... its kind of personal.."

"I'm an open book."

He took a deep breath. Now, if you haven't noticed yet, I'm the kind of gal who likes to see people squirm a little, but this was really getting to me. From what I knew of Goku, he was a kind, gentle person, and this seemed to really be eating him up. I huffed and sat down on the marble bench that was nestled into the garden. Patting the seat beside me, I tried my best to give him an encouraging look when he sat next to me.

"Do you promise you wont flip out or anything?"

"Cross my heart."

He took another breath, and closed his eyes.

"Are you gay?"

Ok, what would you have done? Personally, I burst out laughing, falling off the bench in the process. I held my sides and rolled around on my back, just catching a glimpse of Goku staring at me wide eyes.

"Goku.... sweetie... where did you..." I could barely gasp out.

"Yamcha told me what you said to him."

That stopped my laughing, but the smile didn't leave my face.

"Goku. Do I act gay?"

"Well... I don't really know."

I rolled my eyes and sat up in front of him, my hands resting on top of each other over his knee.

"Goku, trust me. I'm not gay. Its just that Yamcha would NOT take the hint, no matter what I did. It was a last resort. I know it wasn't the right thing to do, but he didn't leave me any choice."

"Why did you guys break up anyway? I thought you two were so happy."

I frowned a little, trying to think up a really good lie to get myself out of this conversation. Its not like I could really tell him the truth. That I was a nobody from another dimension, or world, or whatever that just happened to end up in Bulma's body so I could get her laid. Naaah.

"You've been so different lately Bulma. Breaking up with Yamcha, your attitude towards Vegeta, your clothes. Is there something going on that you need to talk about?"

"Wow. I never knew Goku cared so much."

I forced a smile on my face.

"No Goku, there's nothing going on. I'm just fine." I said, punctuating my words with a little beep on the tip of his nose with my fingertip. The action seemed to confuse him. Obviously Bulma never did that. Ah fuck it. Who cares.

"Are we done with the interrogation?" I asked with a little wink before I stood up.

"Um. Ya. I guess. I'll see you around." he barely mumbled before he took off running towards the house.

"Huh. I wonder what got into him."

"Beats me. Goku's always doing irrational things."

I shrugged my shoulders and headed back inside after him. By now, more of those cookies were done and I was STARVING.

Little did I know, that watching me out the window, was the Saiyan no Oujii. And he did not look happy.

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**A/N: Weee! Another chapter. I think this is the longest chapter I've written for this story as of late. Cool. Go me. So now I have to go shopping for a formal, non goth dress. Eeeeeeeew. And where did Goku run off to so quickly? I'm not THAT scary am I? heh.. Oh, and why is Vegeta angry? I guess you'll see in the next chapter ^_^ Also, I'm THINKING about throwing some citrus in next chapter. What do you guys think? Getting tired of the same old bland comedy? Are ya in the mood for a little soft core? Let me know! But ya, keep the reviews coming in guys! Even I, the heartless bitch, needs to know she's loved a little. *smirk* Toodles you!