Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Go Home Get Stoned ❯ Chapter 1
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: earlsblueeyedangel 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 12.21.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 706 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 12.21.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 706 | Status: Completed
Bulma stood at the door, as the sun set, watching her boyfriend Yamcha get in his little black Mustang. She smiled as he waved good-bye to her. Another weekend where he had to go out of town for a game. It didn't used to bother her, but now it had become more frequent. She had a feeling her was cheating, but she was not about to confront him. He was her last hope at happiness. They had been together since she was sixteen and now she was twenty-five, yeah, she didn't have time to look for someone else.
'I guess I can deal with him being with another woman, but I'm not gonna give him any sex until he marries me,' Bulma told herself as she turned back into the house. She was so lonely. She had told her parents that she needed to go somewhere to be alone and away from it all, so she had built her dream house and away from it all she was. She walked into the spacious den and sat down on one of the three white leather couchs. The fire place was in front of them like the old fashion log cabins had. She had no TV in this room so that it looked homely. She didn't feel at home right now, in fact she was begininng to yern for her real home. She got up and headed for the kitchen where she grabbed a bottle of ten year old whiskey from the liqour cabnet. She went upstairs to her room and sat down in front of the TV and turned it on. 'I think I miss that Sayian,' she thought grimly to herself. 'All that fighting and screaming. At least I had someone who communicated with me.' Bulma took a huge gulp from the fifth of whiskey and cringed. In reality she hated whiskey, but Yamcha had loved it so thats why she had bought it. All her liqour was in the fridge and she was too lazy to go get it. 'I wonder where Vegeta is right now?' Bulma's parents had called her and told her some interesting things as had Goku.
Flash Back
"Hello?" Bulma said as soon as she picked up the phone. She had been working on some bots at her home while Yamcha had been out of town at one of his games.
"Hey Hon, have you seen Vegeta?" Mr. Briefs asked on the other end. Bulma sat quietly for a moment. Vegeta was missing?
"Iie, I haven't father. Why, what happened?"
"It's a long story, I think your mom knows more than I," was his response. Mom always knew more about what was going on.
"Put her on," Bulma said trying not to sound like she was interested in where Vegeta was. There was a click as the phone on the other end was put down and a yell. A few minutes later Bunny came on.
"Honey, how are you?"
"I'm fine, mom. Dad said that Vegeta disappeared."
"Hai, the young man disappeared like two weeks after you left. He seemed discouraged." Bulma sighed.
"Mom, he's always like that. He wants t-" she was cut off by Bunny's voice as it became sterned instead of her happy tone.
"Iie, this was a different kind of discouraged. In fact he kinda seemed upset that you had left."
"Mom, Vegeta and I fight all the time. I kinda didn't tell him that I was leaving for good. Not that it is his buisness."
"Bulma, he was depressed. I think he left for good, don't let him go," Bunny said as she hung up the phone. Her mom had never called her by her name.
End of Flash Back
Bulma got up from her bed and headed out to her car, still a little tipsy from her drink, but no caring. Her mom was right, she needed to go find him.
Bulma drove along the road, headed for her parents house. Maybe should could find clues as to Vegeta's where abouts from there. It took her nearly an hour to get back into the city and it would take another thirty minutes to get home. She was rounding a corner when she saw her house, all the lights were off and seeing as it was nearly midnight that was normal. She parked her car in the driveway and headed for her labotory in search of a way to track the Sayian.
(Hours later, Five O'clock AM)
Bulma sat hovering over the little bits of metal and wire when her father entered the room.
"Bulma?" Bulma looked up, a smile on her tired face. When he looked down he saw the fifth of whisky by her ankle. All that was left was a shot.
"Hi, dad. Good morning." Mr. smiled sweetly. Bunny must have told her everything.
"How are you today, Pumpkin? I see that you have had something to drink." Bulma looked at him in confusion before realizing what he was talking about.
"Yeah, I did," she said as she picked up the bottle and downed the rest. "And now that bottle is gone." Mr. Briefs looked at his daughter, sadness in his eyes.
'She has grown cynical ever since she turned twenty and now she is drinking,' he thought as he looked at his beautiful daughter. He remembered when she was younger how she had such spirit, then it was crushed about the time she turned nineteen. The only time he saw that spirit any more was when Bulma was yelling and cursing at the two men in her life or at inanamant objects. He left the room as she continued on her work. A few hours later she left, heading toward the store. She came back thirty minutes later, liqour in hand as well as something else.
(One Week later)
Bulma had finished her project and also had developed an addiction to alchol. She hopped in her car, a couple of capsules full of things that she felt that she would need. She waved to her mom and dad as she sped off toward the woods. Mr. Briefs turned to his wife.
"Bulma has become an alcholic. I'm afraid for her." Bunny looked at her smart husband and smiled.
"Oh, Hon, you are so smart, but so nieve. Bulma has a thing for Vegeta and she is just drinking it away. Vegeta left because the thought of her with Yamcha pissed him off." Mr. Briefs looked shocked. "Trust me. Our little girl will be fine."
"What makes you say that?"
"Mother's intuiton," Bunny said as she walked back into the house.
"I hope you're right," Mr. Briefs said following his wife back into the house.
(In the Woods)
Bulma stopped her car and grabbing her capsules she headed off into the greenery.
Just hear me out
Bulma yelled out, "Vegeta! I know you're hear!" She held up the small square peice of metal, a blue dot beeped slowly.
If it's not perfect I'll perfect it till my heart explodes
Bulma walked through mixtures of dead and alive trees, her thoughts dulled by the alchol in her system. She pulled out a small flask and took a gulp. She would have to fill it soon. "Vegeta!" she yelled again. "Don't be a coward!"
I highly doubt
Bushes trembled as a cold breeze blew around her small, barely clothed form. She looked up at the sun, wondering how it could be so warm, but so cold at the same time. Her blue eyes darted from one side to the other, searching for any sign of the Sayian.
I can make it through another of your episodes
The clouds above her began to dark slowly, the woods grew dim. "Oh, shit," Bulma muttered as she pulled out a capsule. She quickly pulled on the black raincoat, shivering as it grew even colder around her. She took out the flask again and took another sip. "Vegeta! Please come home! My mom misses you!"
Lashing out
Bulma stumbled through the growing darkness, trying to find some sort of shelter. 'Why didn't I bring a bungalow capsule. With that I would at least be dry and I could wait out this storm.' Bulma smiled when she saw a small cave a few dozen feet in front of her. Pulling her sad excuse of coat closer she speed toward the cave.
One of the petty moves you pull before you lose control
Bulma calapsed on the cavern floor with relief. At least she was dry, now she needed to get warm. She decapsized a small suitcase and began to strip down. She pulled on some fresh cloths and put her dirty cloths on some rocks to dry. She dug out some more cloths and put them in the middle of the cave. "I'm sorry," she murmured to the cloths before setting them a blaze.
'I guess I can deal with him being with another woman, but I'm not gonna give him any sex until he marries me,' Bulma told herself as she turned back into the house. She was so lonely. She had told her parents that she needed to go somewhere to be alone and away from it all, so she had built her dream house and away from it all she was. She walked into the spacious den and sat down on one of the three white leather couchs. The fire place was in front of them like the old fashion log cabins had. She had no TV in this room so that it looked homely. She didn't feel at home right now, in fact she was begininng to yern for her real home. She got up and headed for the kitchen where she grabbed a bottle of ten year old whiskey from the liqour cabnet. She went upstairs to her room and sat down in front of the TV and turned it on. 'I think I miss that Sayian,' she thought grimly to herself. 'All that fighting and screaming. At least I had someone who communicated with me.' Bulma took a huge gulp from the fifth of whiskey and cringed. In reality she hated whiskey, but Yamcha had loved it so thats why she had bought it. All her liqour was in the fridge and she was too lazy to go get it. 'I wonder where Vegeta is right now?' Bulma's parents had called her and told her some interesting things as had Goku.
Flash Back
"Hello?" Bulma said as soon as she picked up the phone. She had been working on some bots at her home while Yamcha had been out of town at one of his games.
"Hey Hon, have you seen Vegeta?" Mr. Briefs asked on the other end. Bulma sat quietly for a moment. Vegeta was missing?
"Iie, I haven't father. Why, what happened?"
"It's a long story, I think your mom knows more than I," was his response. Mom always knew more about what was going on.
"Put her on," Bulma said trying not to sound like she was interested in where Vegeta was. There was a click as the phone on the other end was put down and a yell. A few minutes later Bunny came on.
"Honey, how are you?"
"I'm fine, mom. Dad said that Vegeta disappeared."
"Hai, the young man disappeared like two weeks after you left. He seemed discouraged." Bulma sighed.
"Mom, he's always like that. He wants t-" she was cut off by Bunny's voice as it became sterned instead of her happy tone.
"Iie, this was a different kind of discouraged. In fact he kinda seemed upset that you had left."
"Mom, Vegeta and I fight all the time. I kinda didn't tell him that I was leaving for good. Not that it is his buisness."
"Bulma, he was depressed. I think he left for good, don't let him go," Bunny said as she hung up the phone. Her mom had never called her by her name.
End of Flash Back
Bulma got up from her bed and headed out to her car, still a little tipsy from her drink, but no caring. Her mom was right, she needed to go find him.
Bulma drove along the road, headed for her parents house. Maybe should could find clues as to Vegeta's where abouts from there. It took her nearly an hour to get back into the city and it would take another thirty minutes to get home. She was rounding a corner when she saw her house, all the lights were off and seeing as it was nearly midnight that was normal. She parked her car in the driveway and headed for her labotory in search of a way to track the Sayian.
(Hours later, Five O'clock AM)
Bulma sat hovering over the little bits of metal and wire when her father entered the room.
"Bulma?" Bulma looked up, a smile on her tired face. When he looked down he saw the fifth of whisky by her ankle. All that was left was a shot.
"Hi, dad. Good morning." Mr. smiled sweetly. Bunny must have told her everything.
"How are you today, Pumpkin? I see that you have had something to drink." Bulma looked at him in confusion before realizing what he was talking about.
"Yeah, I did," she said as she picked up the bottle and downed the rest. "And now that bottle is gone." Mr. Briefs looked at his daughter, sadness in his eyes.
'She has grown cynical ever since she turned twenty and now she is drinking,' he thought as he looked at his beautiful daughter. He remembered when she was younger how she had such spirit, then it was crushed about the time she turned nineteen. The only time he saw that spirit any more was when Bulma was yelling and cursing at the two men in her life or at inanamant objects. He left the room as she continued on her work. A few hours later she left, heading toward the store. She came back thirty minutes later, liqour in hand as well as something else.
(One Week later)
Bulma had finished her project and also had developed an addiction to alchol. She hopped in her car, a couple of capsules full of things that she felt that she would need. She waved to her mom and dad as she sped off toward the woods. Mr. Briefs turned to his wife.
"Bulma has become an alcholic. I'm afraid for her." Bunny looked at her smart husband and smiled.
"Oh, Hon, you are so smart, but so nieve. Bulma has a thing for Vegeta and she is just drinking it away. Vegeta left because the thought of her with Yamcha pissed him off." Mr. Briefs looked shocked. "Trust me. Our little girl will be fine."
"What makes you say that?"
"Mother's intuiton," Bunny said as she walked back into the house.
"I hope you're right," Mr. Briefs said following his wife back into the house.
(In the Woods)
Bulma stopped her car and grabbing her capsules she headed off into the greenery.
Just hear me out
Bulma yelled out, "Vegeta! I know you're hear!" She held up the small square peice of metal, a blue dot beeped slowly.
If it's not perfect I'll perfect it till my heart explodes
Bulma walked through mixtures of dead and alive trees, her thoughts dulled by the alchol in her system. She pulled out a small flask and took a gulp. She would have to fill it soon. "Vegeta!" she yelled again. "Don't be a coward!"
I highly doubt
Bushes trembled as a cold breeze blew around her small, barely clothed form. She looked up at the sun, wondering how it could be so warm, but so cold at the same time. Her blue eyes darted from one side to the other, searching for any sign of the Sayian.
I can make it through another of your episodes
The clouds above her began to dark slowly, the woods grew dim. "Oh, shit," Bulma muttered as she pulled out a capsule. She quickly pulled on the black raincoat, shivering as it grew even colder around her. She took out the flask again and took another sip. "Vegeta! Please come home! My mom misses you!"
Lashing out
Bulma stumbled through the growing darkness, trying to find some sort of shelter. 'Why didn't I bring a bungalow capsule. With that I would at least be dry and I could wait out this storm.' Bulma smiled when she saw a small cave a few dozen feet in front of her. Pulling her sad excuse of coat closer she speed toward the cave.
One of the petty moves you pull before you lose control
Bulma calapsed on the cavern floor with relief. At least she was dry, now she needed to get warm. She decapsized a small suitcase and began to strip down. She pulled on some fresh cloths and put her dirty cloths on some rocks to dry. She dug out some more cloths and put them in the middle of the cave. "I'm sorry," she murmured to the cloths before setting them a blaze.