Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Inhibited Passion ❯ Chapter Twenty Four ( Chapter 24 )

Chapter Twenty Four:     Vegeta looked down on the bed at the recorder before looking up at Bulma once again. She picked it up and press rewind, it rewound to the beginning and instantly played.   “To talk…I can help you.”   “What do you get out of it,” she asked skeptically.   He laughed, “If you seriously have to ask me that, then I’m leaving.”  They heard him get up, “You better remove your hand.”    “Ok, I’ll talk.”    “Good, I’ll listen.”   They listened to the tape for a half an hour. Bulma turned off the tape, grinning at Vegeta, “So you think that’s enough evidence?”   Vegeta nodded thoughtfully. Bulma pulled his chin up to look her in the eyes, “A penny for your thoughts…” she whispered softly as if she was scared to know.   He gave her a mock smile, “Why would he help us?”   She sighed as she got up to walk over to the window, “He feels obligated, I suppose.”   He looked down, “That can’t be the only reason, can it?”   She looked up at him questionably, “What other reason could there be?”   Vegeta sighed contemplating if he should tell her or not. He patted next to him, “I need to tell you something before you hear it at the trial.”   She sat down, “What is it?”   He took a deep breath before talking again, “I told you of my father’s infidelities.”
She nodded.

”It was with his mother, Bulma.”   Her eyes widen with recognition, “Cheryl? I would have never thought--does he know?”   “I would think so,” he said rubbing his eyes, “I’m positive that he does.”   “Damn,” she said.   “That’s one way of putting it.”   They stood quiet for a while. Bulma got up and stood behind him and began to massage his shoulders, careful of his sores. She felt him relax and felt his shoulders slump into a deep slumber. She moved from him slowly and placed his head on the pillow before walking to the nurse’s station.   The kind nurse from before smiled at her as she approached the desk, “What can I do for you dear?”   “I’m going to head out. Can you please call me if there’s any change in his condition?”   “Of course”   Bulma smiled before walking towards the exit. She slipped on her sunglasses, her jaw set with determination. She was going to talk to the last person she wanted to see.   * * *   Bulma pressed the intercom, “Fran, It’s me Bulma. Could you let me in?”   “Hai, mistress,” she called back. Bulma took a deep breath as she drove through the gates. She looked at her childhood home. It still looked as it always had. One would have never thought of what the walls could tell. Of all the lies, scandals, and deceit that had occurred in the beautiful home. She closed her eyes briefly before preceding; her mother knew she was here, and no doubt expecting her.   She knocked on the door. Fran answered it flustered, “Good evening mistress, May I take your belongings?”   Bulma shook her head in response as she walked all the way in.  “No thank you, I don’t intend to be long. Where is my mother?”   “In the sitting room, dear.”   Bulma smiled graciously before going to the sitting room. Her mother was sitting on a big, mahogany chair near a large window with her back turned to her. She was staring out the window with her head in her hands. Her posture was uncharacteristically slumped over. She looked as if she had been there for sometime. Bulma silently closed the door as took her place at the nearest seat. They sat in silence for sometime before her mother said something.   “I’m surprised to see you, but I guess I shouldn’t be under the circumstances,” she said getting to the point, “What do you need?” She turned to her. Her eyes looked tired and worn, as if she hadn’t received any sleep in the last couple of days. Bulma had to stifle the shocked gasp that rose to her throat. She cleared her throat before responding, “I want you to drop the charges.”         Calvin resisted looking at his clock once again. He had called Jessica about a half an hour ago and he expected her in fifteen minutes. He was nervous. He owed her an apology and looking around at the extravagance around him, he hoped to god she accepted. He realized what a complete ass he was to her and had to do some serious groveling. He heard a car pull up and a door slam close. He quickly resumed his position behind the desk.   Jessica rapped on the door twice before opening it. She was greeted with candle light and purple lilacs. She smiled as she walked further into the room. Calvin was sitting in the desk chair with his back turned to her. She could see him fidgeting with something. She hid the smile before calling out to him, “What is all this?”   He turned slowly with a document in his hands, “An apology.”   She cocked her head to the side thoughtfully, “For?”   He stood up and began to stroll towards her, “Being a complete ass.”   “Hmm…I don’t know, you were an arrogant trick…”   He moved closer, “Hai.”   “Conceited beyond belief--”   “Hai.”   “Chauvinistic--” she continued.   “Hai,” he was now in front of her, forehead meeting hers and his mouth close to her own, “and without a doubt a bumbling idiot,” he supplied.   She turned her face slightly, “Indeed.”   He backed up slowly and held out his hand. She looked at him confused, “What’s this?” she asked as she reached for it. He smiled as she opened it and her eyes went wide with joy, “Partners?”   He nodded as she jumped and put her arms around his neck, “Thank you,” she embraced him fully.   “I’m glad you accept.”     She pulled back, “What’s the catch?”   “You’ll stand by my side, the company’s side during the trial.”          “You want me to drop the charges?” her mother repeated. She looked out to the window again thoughtfully. She seemed to be contemplating the options she had. “Why should I?” she asked.   “Because he’s innocent!” cried Bulma.   Her mother snorted in disbelief and turned back to her, “Innocent? Who do you think you are fooling, child…he’s not innocent. He knew he crossed the line. He deserves what is coming to him.”   “Crossed the line. He didn’t cross the line.”   “He was involved with a minor, a child, his student. If you think that’s not crossing the line then your morals are highly disillusioned.”   “Don’t talk to me about morals, mother! You are the last person to preach about morals.”   Her mother spoke through gritted teeth as she responded, “Watch you tone—believe it or not, I am your mother. And I know much more than you think I do about this subject.”   “I highly doubt it; you don’t know how to love someone other than yourself.”    “So you keep telling me. This is getting repetitive and you aren’t telling me anything that I haven’t heard you proclaim,” she stood up signaling it to be the end of the discussion. She looked at her one last time before walking to the door. She had her hand on the doorknob when Bulma spoke.   “I lied to him. He didn’t know that I was a minor as you so delicately put it, a child, or his student until I walked into his classroom. I wanted to pretend that just once, I was loved and it felt damned good. And I would do it again.” Bulma stood up and turned to her mother, “If anyone should go to jail, it’s me.”   “Good bye, Bulma.” She walked out the room.   “Fuck!” swore Bulma. She grabbed her stuff and ran out the room after her mother. She caught her mother on the steps, “Please don’t do this, drop them, for me!” Bulma was pleading now.   Her mother looking at her with cold eyes, “Fran can show you out.” She continued her journey up the stairs leaving Bulma without so much of a glance back.       A month later…       “Stop fidgeting!” Vegeta hissed out as he watched Bulma pace back in forth. She cast him an irritated look before rolling her eyes and throwing her hands up in the air.   “Don’t tell me what to do,” she called back reaching for the doorknob. She glanced back once more before stepping out of room. She could see the laughter in his eyes before she closed the door with a sounding thump! She couldn’t believe the audacity of the man. He found this whole situation amusing when he was about to be thrown to the wolves. She mumbled a few choice words as she made her way to the ladies room. She walked straight to the sink and turned on the faucet. She then, slashed water onto her face, forcing the bile down. She stood there letting the water drip down her face. She couldn’t believe that she was here. That in a mere hour, the judge and jury would decide the fate of her and Vegeta’s life forever. If only her mother would drop the charges. Vegeta resigned all ready and they found another teacher, one less attractive and more on the years.   She laughed bitterly, if you would’ve told her that this would’ve been her life a year ago, she would’ve signed you up for the nearest mental facility because surely she would not do this for anyone, much less a man. She couldn’t help smiling. A man that she loved possible more than life itself. A love that was the most natural thing to do, almost like breathing. You just didn’t think about it, it was just there. She let herself divulge in the happiness that surrounded her, but it wasn’t long before reality came crashing in. She might possibly loose him and there was nothing that she could do about it.   “Stupid, stupid, stupid…of all the times to pick a fucking fight,” she chastised herself as she reached for a paper towel and dried her face. She took one quick in the mirror before rushing out of the bathroom and back to the room.  Within in a few feet of the room, she was swarmed with reporters. Pushing and prodding, trying to get an exclusive.   “No Comment!” she said to one that had the nerve to stick the microphone into her face. She gave him the best death glare that she could muster and smiled proudly when she saw him back away in fear. Actually, to her surprise all of the reporters back away. “Thank You!” she called out before turning on her heel. She was met with what like a brick wall and stumbled backwards. The offensive wall stabled her before she fell on her ass unceremoniously. She wavered a bit and sensed that she was being moved into a room. She heard the door click shut and the wall sitting her down on a nearby chair.   She held her head as she fought to control the dizziness. Bulma blinked a couple of times as she heard a deep rich laughter flow to her ears. She glared immediately as she recognized its origin. “Pompous jerk!” she whispered.   He laughed again, “Your pompous jerk, dear. Here’s some water,” he said holding it out. She took it reluctantly and drank it down in one gulp.   “Slow down…I realized you haven’t eaten. Take this,” Vegeta said.  He held it as if was a peace offering. She looked at it skeptically. “It’s not poisonous, dam nit.”   She took it halfheartedly and by time he had turned to get a napkin and back; she had finished it in one swallow. He rolled his eyes and handed her the napkin. “You’re Welcome.”   She nodded her head merrily and he turned to walk over to his previous seat and look out of the window. She wiped her mouth and stared at him for a moment. “I’m sorry.”   He looked at her with the same intensity as he did the first time. She gulped. Was it getting hot in here? , “I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that. I was angry, how could you—“ She looked pensive for a moment. He knew she was deciding against her thoughts. He smiled at her reassuringly. It was all she needed to continue. “How can you be so nonchalant about this…Vegeta, you might go to jail. Am I the only one that is taking this seriously? I could loose you and you take this as a joke. She choked on a sob and Vegeta looked at her understandingly. He got up and walked to her.   He put his finger under her chin and brought it up to gaze into his, “Stop crying,” he smiled, “No, you aren’t the only one that takes this seriously. In fact, I’m scared shitless.”   She stopped sobbing, “You are?”   “Uh huh”   She did the unexpected next. She hit him and hit him hard. “Then, why don’t you show it. I swear, I’m getting all worked up and you feel the same way…Men!” she continued to ramble on and on and on.  And he kissed her, hard and long.   “Damn,” she said as they broke apart. “What was that for?”   “I love you.”   “Me too.” She leaned in for another kiss, but was interrupted.   She was met with her mother’s eyes.         “I didn’t expect you to come,” said Calvin as he saw Jessica approach him.   “Me either, but you made an offered I couldn’t refuse.”   “Hai”   She nodded, “What’s taking them so long?” she said.   “I dunno, she went in and he came out. She’s been in there for a long time.”   “Is that good?”   “No way in hell.”   “Then, I’ll talk to him then.”   He grabbed her arm as she walked off, “I wouldn’t do that. I think he has enough things to deal with than with you at the moment. Just look at him, it’s pathetic.”   She gazed at Vegeta’s direction, “Perhaps, your right, not now then.”   “Not ever,” he growled.   “Not ever,” she mimicked. “Take your hands off of me, this looks very compromising.”   He retracted his hands, “Big bully…”   She laughed.         “What are you doing here?” Bulma asked softly.   “Saving your ass and his,” her mother replied.   “I don’t understand,” Bulma said in confusion.   “I didn’t think you would. I’m not doing this for him, understand that.” She nodded slightly. “Think of this as an investment.”   “An investment?”   “Yes, in your future. I will drop the charges against him, if and only if you met the requirement.”   “What requirement?” she asked.   “That you’ll take over the company when the time comes.”   “Why!” she protested.   “Oh dear, stop the dramatics. You and I both know that I or your father will not be around forever and I want to secure the future of our company. I want you to start as soon as you graduate high school. You will go to college and learn the way of the business. It’s for the best.”   “What do you get out of it?”   “Nothing and I think that it’s a bonus for you,” she replied as she made her way towards the door, “You don’t have all the time in the world so make up your mind. Nothing will save him if you don’t.” She closed it softly.   Bulma had no choice, but to agree. She wasn’t sure what her mother had in mind and she would deal with that at a later time. She had to find Vegeta and tell him. She was just about to open the door when he walked in. His eyes said it all.   “You knew about this?”   “Hai.”   “How?”   “She had called me last night and told me.”   “And you let me drag us all the way down here? Why?”   “I didn’t want to pressure you. I couldn’t have told you. You would’ve stopped this immediately and besides I wanted you to hear it from her first. Do you really want your whole life revolved around the company? Her company. You’ll forever be in her debt.”   “Yes,” she said without hesitation.   “Are you sure?”   “Of course.”   He sighed with relief and crouched down taking deep breathes, “I thought I was a goner for a minute.”   She laughed, “Oh no! It’s not over yet.”   He looked up startled, “What’s that suppose to mean?”   She stopped laughing all together and turned dead serious, “That bitch Victoria needs to pay.” With that she pulled out her cell phone and called her lawyer.   Author’s Note: he—he—he, hey ya’ll…how are you doing? *Readers holds up guns*Whoa, I have a good excuse; I mean reason to why this was so late. I was in the BIGGEST writer’s block I’ve ever been in…I mean so much happened at once and I wasn’t sure of how to write it out. It took me like a paragraph a day to get this done basically. I hope you aren’t too mad. Well, how did you like it? Was it ok for the wait? I hope that you will let me know. Well, this was the last chapter for it. All I have left is to write the epilogue and I promise it’ll be good. I mean I swear it will be good, lol…Till Next Time: (MidnightPassion)