Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Forbidden ❯ Chapter 9

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*Chapter 9*
Bulma slowly tied her track shoes. She was exhausted. She had only been able to get a few hours of sleep last night after she left her father’s side. Fortunately, Yamcha was good to his word and kept to himself for the rest of the night. She was getting tired of telling him no. eventually, one day, it would be too much.
Bulma walked over to the tract, stretching her legs as she walked. She took off down the path, trying to clear her head, letting go of the stress. She placed one foot in front of the other, letting her body find its rhythm. Bulma was startled by a tree branch cracking in the woods to her left. Bulma stumbled but straightened herself out. She tried to keep going, tried to find that rhythm again. But halfway around the tract, Bulma lost her steam. She felt her body get heavy and her vision blurry. “Fuck,” she swore, bending over at the waist. She tried to take slow deep breaths but her body just wanted air. With a groan, Bulma stood up, fighting nausea. She decided to call it quits and started across the field. Bulma reached her bag and packed it up, all the while fighting the urge to fall asleep where she stood.  With a giant yawn, Bulma pulled open the door to the school and walked around the corner…
Right into Vegeta and Laila kissing. Bulma jerked back around the corner, slapping her hand over her mouth to stop her from gasping. Tears welled up in Bulma's eyes as she felt her heart plummet and the bile rise in her throat. Without a backwards glance, she ran down hallway opposite from them. She barely managed to make it to the bathroom before she started throwing up. Between back heaving sobs, Bulma empted her meager breakfast into the toilet. After a few minutes, several heart breaking sobs, and a couple of dry heaves later, Bulma sat on the bathroom floor leaning her head against the cool metal wall of the stall. Bulma jumped when the door to the bathroom door opened and she heard voices. Bulma scrambled to her feet, climbing on top of the seat, sticking her bag around her back.
“Oh my Kami, Laila! Tell Karey what happened!” Bulma heard Beth say.
Bulma froze. This was NOT what she needed right now. ‘Please go away, please go away, please go away,’ Bulma silently prayed.
“Oh girls, you can’t imagine what it’s like. To finally have him confess his love for me? It was, in a word? Magical,” Laila said dreamily. Bulma closed her eyes, tears welling up behind them. “His kiss was… Oh Kami it was amazing. His lips are so soft and full but firm, and the way he tastes.” Laila gave a throaty chuckle. “Well, let’s just say, if his mouth tastes that amazing, I can’t wait to taste the rest of him.”

The girls all laughed appreciatively while Bulma stuck her fist her mouth, biting down. “So when are you going to find out how he tastes?” Karey asked, opening the bathroom door.
“Tonight. He invited me over to his place,” Bulma heard Laila say as the door shut behind her. Bulma's legs gave out and she collapsed on the toilet. She brought her track bag around to her lap, leaned over it, and started sobbing.
*Earlier*

Vegeta yawned as he fished his keys out of his pocket. He hated these early morning track practices but it was the only way to get them done on a Friday. Everybody was so busy Friday nights that nobody even bothered to have an excuse anymore. So Vegeta switched the practices to early morning, hoping that more people would show up at least.

“Good Morning, Vegeta.” Vegeta groaned. Not who he wanted to deal with first thing in the morning, especially after a night like last night. Vegeta stopped that thought right there. If he went there, he would have to go to the locker room and give himself hypothermia.

“Don’t call me Vegeta, Laila.” Vegeta started turning around. “It's not appro-” Vegeta’s words were cut off by Laila’s lips. She was skillfully working her mouth over his, molding her body to Vegeta’s. Vegeta was stunned at first but when she began grinding herself into him, he grabbed her by her shoulders and pushed her away. Laila looked up at Vegeta with a flushed, happy face.

“Wow! That was, amazing! Way better than I thought it would be.”

Vegeta growled. “Don’t, ever, do, that, again,” Vegeta whispered harshly, shaking her with each word. Laila’s smile began to slip. “If you try, I will take whatever steps necessary to stop you. And you will regret it.” Vegeta stormed out to the field where people had already begun to gather. “Alright let’s get started!” Vegeta called out instructions, assigning practice points and areas. When he got to the girls 100 m, Vegeta looked around for Bulma. Vegeta grabbed Chaozu’s arm.

“Hey, have you seen Bulma today?”

Chaozu looked around. “No, and I haven’t seen Laila, Karey or Beth. Want me to go look for them?”

Vegeta’s face darkened. “No. Laila’s not coming to practice today.”

“Well, what about Bulma?” Chaozu asked worriedly. “Should I go look for her?

Vegeta thought about it for a min, then nodded, letting go of his arm. Chaozu took off towards the school.

Vegeta nodded absently to the teachers and students he passed as he walked down the sidewalk. He was worried about Bulma. She had missed track practice and Chaozu hadn’t been able to find any sign of her before coming to his class. Which she missed as well. He had begun to think she was home sick when he over heard about the art project she turned in today. “Well obviously the brat is here today. So why wasn’t she in class?” Vegeta muttered to himself. He had been looking all over the school for her and the only place left was her spot by the tree. Which was exactly where he found her. “There you are. Where have you been? You skipped practice and math. What gives?” Vegeta said, coming to stand before her. Bulma pulled her braid onto her lap and tugged her skirt down, ignoring him. Vegeta scowled and crossed his arms.

“I’m talking to you.” Bulma continued to ignore Vegeta, making little sketches on the pad in her lap. Vegeta squatted down, trying to get eye level with Bulma, unsuccessfully. But he did manage to see what Bulma was drawling. “Is-? Is that me on fire?! What happened to my head? What? WHAT IS THAT HORSE DOING TO ME?!?”

Vegeta tried to grab the sketch pad out of Bulma's hands and when she fought it ripped in half. Bulma shoved Vegeta away angrily and tried to stand up but Vegeta pulled her back down. They tussled until finally he pinned her to the grass. Vegeta looked at Bulma, tears streaming down her face, her eyes drilling holes in his chest. “Bulma? What is going on?”

“Why don’t you ask your girlfriend?!” Bulma whispered, closing her eyes in defeat. She couldn’t stop picturing Laila and Vegeta kissing.

“My girlfriend?” Vegeta was confused. What did Jen have to do with this? “I don’t see how she has anything to do with you.”

“Oh please! Like you don’t know. It has everything to do with me! And you know it!” Bulma glared at Vegeta. Suddenly it dawned on Vegeta. Last night. Vegeta thinking about Bulma while… Vegeta flushed with embarrassment. “See, you don’t deny it.”

“How did, I mean, I don’t…” Vegeta stammered leaning back.

Bulma pushed him away. “Your girlfriend has a big mouth. The whole school probably knows by now. I’m surprised you haven’t been fired by now.”

Now Vegeta was REALLY confused. “Bulma, what in the hell are you talking about?”

“You and Laila!” Bulma said disgusted. “I thought… you know what, it doesn’t even matter what I thought. You are NOT who I thought you were.” Bulma grabbed her bag. “And I’m obviously just a stupid little kid.” Bulma walked away.

“Bulma! Wai-! There’s nothing going on between me and Laila! Bulma! Wait!” Vegeta called after Bulma but she had already disappeared. Vegeta swore several times hitting the tree. When the bell rang, Vegeta slowly walked to class, not noticing that he walked right past the person they had just been discussing.
Bulma yawned as she and Yamcha walked out of the movie theater. Yamcha was yapping away about the awesomeness of the movie besides her. Bulma just wanted to go home and go to bed. It had been a really long two days. And frankly, they had been some of the worse two days of her life. Bulma glanced at her boyfriend, who was still going on about how real the zombies looked, with their rotting skin and molding bones. Bulma briefly wondered if it was worth, well anything, if she punch him in his face right now.

“Right?” Yamcha asked excitedly. Bulma stared at Yamcha for a second, and then gave him a weak smile. Which he took for an affirmative, and kept talking. Nope, not worth it. Besides, he probably wouldn’t even notice.

Bulma sighed with relief as they arrived at the restaurant. It meant the night was almost over. “Thank you Yamcha,” Bulma said as he held the door open.

“No problem babe. I'm glad we get to go out on a date. It’s been a while.” Yamcha pulled out the chair for Bulma. She sat down with a surprised smile. Rain pattered against the window softly. The candle on the table flicked against the glass, reflecting many times. Bulma smiled, her mood softening. Maybe tonight wouldn’t be so bad.

“My, my, my, don’t you look delicious,” a voice purred. Bulma stiffened.

Laila all but sat in Yamcha’s lap, entangling her arms around his neck. “Ah-ah-ah-“

“Babe,” Bulma hissed through her teeth. “Would you mind pushing the bitch off of your lap and Laila, quit acting like you know my boyfriend? And get. The fuck. Off of him.”

“What?” Laila, flashes Bulma a sultry smile. “Cant old friends say hello? After what we went through last summer, the lest we can call each other is, friends. Right… Yamcha?”

Bulma paled. “What?” she whispered.

“Well my friends are waiting. Have fun! It was great seeing you again Yamcha. I'm up for a reunion if you are. You rocked my world.” Laila walked away laughing, leaving the couple in silence.

“Yamcha what did- what did she mean?”

Yamcha fiddled with his tie and looked around the restaurant. “Babe I don’t, she, I mean…”

“Yamcha please,” Bulma pleaded, her knuckles white, twisted around her napkin.

Yamcha sighed and ran his fingers threw his hair. He put his elbow on the table and rested his head on his hand. “Remember this summer, when you moved here and we got into that huge fight and we stopped talking for like a week? Well, I met Laila then.”

“You met Laila,” Bulma said lifelessly. “And you what? Decided to go on a fucking-spree?”

Yamcha winced. “No! It wasn’t like that! It was-”

“Oh yes I’m sure it was all roses and rainbows with her. And I’m sure you spent the entire time holding hands skipping talking about- about- oh I don’t know, clouds!” Bulma shouted angrily as she stood up, her chair clattering nosily in the silent restaurant. Fuming, Bulma grabbed her glass of water and threw it at Yamcha. “I’m done with you. Thank Kami I never slept with you, because who knows what diseases you have now because of that skank!”

Bulma turned on her heel, leaving a sputtering Yamcha behind her. She had never felt more embarrassed. “Bulma?”

Vegeta and his girlfriend sat at a table right in front of her. In perfect view of everything that just happened. “Bulma? Are you ok?” Jennifer asked again.

Strike that. NOW she had never felt more embarrassed. Bulma flushed bright red and ran out of the restaurant, into the rain.

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