Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Forbidden ❯ Chapter 6

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*Chapter 6*
Previously on Forbidden
“Which is NOTHING,” Bulma interrupted. “I don’t even know him.” Bulma crossed her arms. “So can I go now or what? I have to get home and I'm sure this is wasting precious “Understanding” time with you and him so what do you say we call this square and we both head our own ways.”

“What’s going on in here? Laila? ... Bulma??”

Bulma cursed silently as Goku stared at her. “Hi, Mr. Son. Sorry I missed our appointment today. I was going to make it up tomorrow,” Bulma said thru clenched teeth, flicking her eyes towards Laila, hoping he’d get the hint. He didn’t.

“Appointment? I do-“

“It was made last minute, I know, so you probably forgot all about it,” Bulma interrupted. “Well that’s good, at least your time wasn’t wasted. How about first thing in the morning? It’s ok if I miss, calculus, I’m sure Mr. Oji wouldn’t mind.” Bulma sighed in relief as the light appeared over Goku's head.

“Oh uh yeah sure sure no problem. Tomorrow morning will be fine. I’ll speak with Mr. Oji and tell him.”

“Great! Thank you Mr. Guidance Councilor Son,” Bulma said with a saucy salute. She clapped her hands and looked at Laila. “Well! This has been a blast! But I really my go. Thank you for your warm and kind welcome Laila. Ta ta!”

Bulma all but ran for the door.
Bulma sighs as she walks through the door of the kitchen. “Hello?” She called out tossing her backpack on to the table. That’s when she saw the note.

Bulma-
Kathy has the day off today and I just didn’t get a chance to fix anything other than your father’s food. Your uncle asked to take me out to dinner. He says there is something he wants to discuss. I gave your father his medication and was sleeping when I left around 4. Please go check on him dear. I will see you when we get back. If you would like for us to pick you up anything just call your uncle. Love you dear. Mom

Bulma grabbed an apple out of a bowl, a book out of her backpack, and headed up stairs. She slowly opened the door to a darkened room. “Dad?” she called softly. When there was no answer, she made her way over to the chair by his bed and flipped on the light. She grabbed a throw blanket on the edge of the bed, snuggled down and began reading her book

30 minutes later, Bulma saw her father stir. “Bunny?” he called out weakly. Bulma quickly put down her book and went over to her father. “Water, please Bunny.”

Bulma picked up the cup of water and held it the straw to his lips. “Its Bulma dad. Here’s your water.” Vegeta Sr. leaned forward to sip from the straw. When the light fell on his face, Bulma's heart dropped. His face looked hollow and the skin that stretched across his cheek bones looked thin. The shadows covered his face as he fell back. “How are you dad? Do you need me to get you anything?” Vegeta waved her away.

“Don’t fuss over me, you know I hate that. Tell me about school. How was your first day?”

Bulma debated telling him about Vegeta. She didn’t know why Vegeta walked out on them all those years ago but she suspected it had something to do with what had happened by the lake. And she didn’t know if her dad knew the reason, but he knew Vegeta was leaving because he refused to talk about it. ‘Better not,’ she thought to herself.  “School was fine. Classes are a cinch. I had all my necessities done with the extra courses I took during the summer, so I mostly have enjoyable classes. I want my senior year stress free academically so I can focus on you dad,”

“Bulma, I don’t want you wasting your life away! You should be having dates and going out with friends and doing things that girls your age enjoy.”

“Bulma chuckled. “Dad, you don’t want me doing things girls my age enjoy.”

“What? Why no- oh. OH! Yes I mean no, certainly not.” Vegeta Sr. coughed nervously. “You aren’t, ah, that is, I don’t have to worry, do I?”

Bulma laughed softly and kissed the ailing mans forehead. “Dad, you are the only man in my life. So don’t you worry about a thing.” Bulma turned at the door opening and saw her mom standing there.

“Goodnight dad. I’ll see you tomorrow. Wish me luck! I’m trying out for track,” Bulma said with a smile. She kissed his forehead again and then left the room. Bulma's uncle, founder and president of Capsule Corp was standing at the bottom of the stairs. He motioned her down. “What’s up Doc?”

“You look like you could unwind. Want to do some mind-numbing work to let go?” Dr. Briefs asked.

“I believe it would be just what the doctor ordered,” Bulma said with a smile. “Let me change and I’ll meet you in the lab.”

Bulma shut the door to her locker and took a deep breath. She had to face Vegeta again. And she was not looking forward to it. Nor was she looking forward to Laila. Bulma was grateful that math was the only time she had to see the horrible girl. Bulma turned around. ‘Well, speaking of the she bitch.’ Laila blocked Bulma's path. “What do you want, Laila?”

Laila smiled at Bulma. “Why, to make sure you remembered your appointment with Mr. Son of course. Considering the fact that you had to miss the appointment yesterday, you wouldn’t want to do the same today and appear rude now would you?”

Bulma started to groan then stopped. She wouldn’t have to see Vegeta today at all! She smiled at Laila. “Thank you so much, Laila! I had forgotten my appointment. I am so glad to have a friend like you to remind me. See you later!” Bulma flashed another smile at Laila and walked down to Goku’s office. The door was shut so she gave a soft knock on the door.

“It's open!” a voice called out. Opening the door, Bulma saw Goku sitting at his desk, his back turned. When he heard the door open, he turned around. Seeing it was Bulma, he gave her his biggest smile. “Bulma! Hey I am so glad you could make it! Come on it and have a seat.”

Bulma couldn’t help but smile in return. She shut the door, dropped her backpack and plopped down on the seat. “Hey Mr. Son, how’s it going?”

“Please Bulma, Goku. I feel like I’ve known you forever, even if we haven’t seen each other much or in a while.” Goku sat down on the chair across from Bulma. “So, what brings you in today?”

Bulma shrugged. “Laila actually. She remembered that I said I had an appointment with you yesterday and ambushed me at my locker to make sure I actually came. So here I am. I figured I’d stay for a bit, and then when I know the coast is clear, I’ll head to study hall to finish the hour out. If you wouldn’t mind giving me a pass that is.”

Goku half smiled. “No I wouldn’t mind. You wouldn’t abuse it, but what if we do something really novel, why don’t we talk?”

Bulma looked down. “Well since there’s nothing to talk about, I don’t see the point.”

“Vegeta told me about what happened four years ago.”

Silence hung in the room.

“I don’t want to talk about that.”

“Bulma… Please don’t be angry at him.”

Bulma's head shot up, a surprised look on her face. “I don’t hate Vegeta.” Bulma looked at the door. “I could never hate Vegeta.” Bulma sighed. “I tried to. For leaving. But even then I couldn’t.”

Goku frowned. “Wait, you were upset with him for leaving?”

Bulma looked at Goku. “Of course? What else would I have been upset with him for?” she asked confused.

The two stared at each other. “Maybe, you should talk with him,” Goku said slowly.

Bulma sighed. “I tried. Yesterday. He wouldn’t even entertain the idea. As a matter of fact, he insisted I change classes so I wouldn’t be in his anymore.” Bulma chuckled bitterly. “First time I’ve seen Geta in four years and he basically tells me to fuck off.”

“I think he was in shock Bulma. He never expected-" Goku bit his lip. “Look, I can see about changing your schedule but you may have to drop some of the classes and take others. It’s up to you; I just need to know by the end of the week. As for the rest, just give it time. You both were in shock yesterday and I think you just need some time to get used to seeing each other again.”

Bulma and Goku looked up as the bell signaling the end of the period sounded. “Ok Goku,” Bulma said standing up. “I’ll give it some time. I don’t want to drop any classes so I’ll stick it out. If it isn’t working out, I’ll drop the class and take it next semester.” Bulma grabbed her bag and opened the door. “Um, you won’t talk to anybody about our conversation will you?”

Goku smiled. “Guidance councilor-student privileges. I take my job very seriously Bulma.”

Bulma smiled, nodded her head and walked out.

Bulma settled back against the tree opening her lunch. It was nice to get away from everyone for an hour. No Vegeta refusing to look at her, no Goku asking questions, and no Laila whispering about her. It was only the second day and already she was exhausted. She had just opened her note book to study when she heard a male and female voice approaching. Groaning, she lifted her head only to stare in shock at Vegeta standing there with his arm around a blonde wearing skintight jeans and a leather jacket. As he dropped his arm from the blonds back, the air filled with an awkward silence. Vegeta staring at the ground and Bulma staring at the blonde.

“Oh we’re sorry, we didn’t know anyone else knew about this spot,” the blonde said cheerfully. Her voice breaking the spell over Bulma.

“Here, I’ll go eat somewhere else. Sorry Mr. Oji,” Bulma mumbled gathering up her lunch.

“Oh no don’t worry about it! Geta and I can find another spot. You look like you’re settled in already.” Bulma heart stopped when she heard what the blonde called Vegeta. “I'm Jennifer, by the way. Are you a student of Geta’s?” The blonde continued to smile, seemingly oblivious to the tension between Vegeta and Bulma.

“I'm Bulma. Bulma Briefs. I’m in his first period math class.”

“Briefs…” the blonde muttered to herself. “I know that name. Where do I know it from? Oh!” the blonde snapped her fingers. “Are you related to Dr. Briefs, over at Capsule Corp?”

“Come on Jen, let’s go find another spot,” Vegeta said, pulling her away from Bulma.

“What? But-" Jennifer asked, looking confused. “Ok Geta. Bye Bulma! It was nice meeting you!” Jennifer flashed a smile over her shoulder at the still Blue headed girl.

Bulma watched the couple walk out of sight and sat in silence for a while. A tear trickled down her left cheek. “Geta…” Bulma began to sob.

Bulma finished tying her shoe and straightened up, leaning back to stretch. ‘A good run is all I need to clear my head. A few laps then tryouts for track and I will be able to move on past the last two days.’ Bulma thought to herself. After crying herself silly at lunch, Bulma skipped her next class to spend it in the library. She needed to clean herself up and try to get her life back in control. She felt as if her entire life had become one gigantic Greek tragedy, and she was merely a player with no control over which direction the play went. Bulma pulled a brush out of her bag and began brushing it through her long hair. She hadn’t cut it in four years so it was down to her thighs now. Pulling it back, she braided it quickly, and then tied it off with her lucky band. Turning her head left then right, she check in the mirror to make sure she hadn’t missed any hair. With a smile that looked more confident than she felt, Bulma headed out to the track.

Where Vegeta stood with a clipboard, whistle, and a timer. Bulma almost tripped. “No. No, no, no no no nononono.” She couldn’t deal with him after today. She was too embarrassed. Bulma turned to run inside and smacked into something hard. “Oh! I’m sorry!” Bulma looked up into Chaozu’s face.

“Hey! Bulma! Wow, cool! Are you trying out! ‘Cuz we need another good runner. Come on, Mr. V is about to start!” Chaozu grabbed Bulma's arm and practically dragged her over to the track. Suddenly, Laila’s face appeared in front of them.

“What are you doing here?” She sneered loudly. Everybody turned around to look and Vegeta’s eyes widened. Fortunately, Chaozu answered for Bulma.

“She’s trying out. We need another good runner to compete and here she is!”

Laila scoffed. “Please! 1st, we don’t know if she’s any good, which I seriously doubt. 2nd, we already found our new runner.” She smiled smugly as a perky blonde stepped up behind her. “Meet Beth, you’re new running mate. She just did the 100m in 11.72 seconds.”

Bulma looked at Beth, gauging her. “So if I beat her, then I get the spot right?” Laila and Beth laughed.

“Yeah right! Like you could beat that,” Beth snickered. Bulma just looked at them. Beth laughed again. “But sure, why not? Let’s see if you can beat my time.”

Bulma pushed past the two girls, still snickering and laughing and straight on to the track. She ignored Vegeta and took her spot at the blocks. She crouched down, snugly fitting her feet, looked forward then raised her back. A whistle blew and Bulma shot out of the blocks. She let go of the shock of seeing Vegeta yesterday for the first time in years. She let go of how sick her dad was. She let go of seeing Vegeta arm around another woman. She just let go. Next thing she knew she had hit the finish line and slowed down. She heard Chaozu give a loud whoop, and came running towards her.

“HOLY KAMI! You did it! 10.98! You just broke a school record!” Chaozu picked Bulma up and swung her around. Bulma couldn’t help but be caught up in his enthusiasm and laughed with him, giving him a hug. Bulma and Chaozu walked back to Laila arguing with Vegeta.

“It was a fluke! You must have started the watch after the whistle! It’s the only way!”  Laila whined at Vegeta, stomping her foot. Bulma grew angry.

“It wasn’t a fluke. I have broken 11 seconds before several times.”

“That’s BS!” Laila shouted angrily.

“What do you do Laila? Because I bet you I could beat you at that too!” Bulma shouted back.
“The 400,” Laila tossed back smugly. “I’m the only one who can do it here so don’t even think you are in the same league as me.”

Bulma walked up to Laila, her nose almost touching Laila’s. “Watch me,” she whispered, and walked over to the blocks. Laila growled and followed. Both got into the starting blocks.

“My record is 53 flat. You just ran a 100m. You’ll never win.”

Bulma ignored her and just focused on letting go and narrowed her sight to the finish line. Doing a deep breath, the whistle sounded and the girls took off. Bulma forgot about everything except running. Just get to the finish line. To the onlookers, Laila and Bulma were neck and neck, until at the last meter, Bulma pulled ahead. Both slowed down and bent over to breathe. They could hear the other runners cheering and Chaozu was yelling for Bulma. “53.86! 53.86! Go Bulma!” Bulma tossed a satisfied look at Laila and jogged onto the mile track to cool down. Things might not be so bad after all.
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