Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ It Was Supposed To Be Forever ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )

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It was supposed to be forever

Chapter Two

Vegeta sat patiently on the couch, his arms folded squarely at this chest, his foot tapping angrily as he waited for her. Suddenly he heard the squealing tires of her car as it drove up into the driveway. And moments later, he heard the kitchen door slam with such force he thought she may have torn it off by the hinges. As if he had a homing device on him, Bulma made a b-line straight to the living room, finding him sitting there. She stopped at the doorway, her arms akimbo. He saw how upset she was, her face was flushed, and she trembled. In her right hand grasped the copy of the infamous tabloid. She finally walked up to him, and he didn't bother to even stand to her fury.

"So what about it?" Bulma said sharply, throwing the paper in his face. He caught it before it even touched him of course, and she narrowed his eyes at her.

"How's about what?" Vegeta snarled back.

"Read it! Page fifteen! " Bulma shouted as she pointed at tabloid that was now in his hand.

Vegeta grumbled and snatched the paper open; flipping the pages so hard he nearly tore them. Finally turning to page fifteen, he saw it. For a moment, his eyes widened with shock as he looked over the picture of him and the red-haired woman. But then in the same moment it all came back to him, and even now he wonders why he even cared to save her…

That Friday the Jeweler called Vegeta to tell him that the work was complete. In spite of himself, he felt somewhat elated. That now, after so many years of living together, he was finally getting the nerve to make it final, and official. It was all she ever wanted.

And most importantly, he knew that Bulma wouldn't wear just any kind of ring…so he went through great lengths to find the rare sapphire blue diamond, and when he approached the Jeweler about creating a special band to go with it, the Jeweler nearly fainted. Max Garrison, who owns the world-famous Jewelry shop in Tokyo, was well known for his work, and Vegeta remembered what Mr. Garrison said over the phone as he talked to him, that this was is best work. His 'masterpiece'.

Vegeta finally found the condo that Mr. Garrison resided in, and as he was about to knock on his door, his finely tuned Saiyan ears heard someone in distress. Spinning around, he looked around the corridor, trying to pinpoint the direction of the sounds. He walked up the hallway quickly to the door at the end of the hall, and on the front of door it read, 'Penthouse C, Brach.'

He couldn't understand what led him to this door, and why he even cared. He placed a ear to the door to listen in. He heard a female, hollering, pleading with someone.

"Please," Spoke the female timidly. "Don't hit me again Marcus. I'll be good!"

"I'm tired of you whore," The man replied in a furious tone. "You're better off dead!"

Vegeta gritted his teeth hearing this. He suddenly imagined Bulma being hurt by someone, and how it made him feel. It made him angry that this mad was hitting his woman. 'How low can these humans be?' Vegeta thought to himself. He was drawn out of his thoughts when he heard a loud slap, and the woman screamed in pain.

"All I wanted you for was your money," The evil main hissed. "And now that I have it, you're of no use to me anymore."

The woman let out a spine tingling scream, and Vegeta could hear a huge commotion going on inside the apartment. He didn't know what came over him, because in any other situation, he would have walked away. But deep down he knew what was the answer…he had to save this person. He would save the lady as if it was his own beloved Bulma. He grasped the doorknob, and with little effort the door was off its hinges. He threw the door to the side in the hallway and stormed inside the penthouse's long hallway that led into the living room. There he found the woman, screaming for her life and the man, holding he woman by her hair, a knife to her throat. Vegeta noticed that the woman bared several bruises and cuts on her face, and he donned a black eye as well. Vegeta's stare shot up to the man, and he stared back at him in shock, wondering how did he gain entrance.

"Who the hell are you?" The man roared. "And what the fuck are you doing in my house?"

"Put the woman down, and I'll let you live." Vegeta warned. The woman looked it him, her eyes full of tears as she shook her head, silently pleading with him to desist.

"What? Get the hell out of here, NOW!"

"Are you that weak to beat up on a woman? Why don't you try me, you buffoon!"

The man growled and dropped the woman, her body crumpling to floor with a loud thud. The man ran at Vegeta, wielding his knife at him. Vegeta smirked and stood his ground as the man lunged at him, and as soon as the knife made contact with his chest, it bent all the way back. The man looked on in horror, still holding the blade in his hand.

"You have no idea who you're messing with," Vegeta snarled, grabbing the man by his throat in lightning speed, lifting his feet off the floor by several inches. The man kicked frantically in the air as he beat on Vegeta's arm. With one toss, Vegeta threw the man across the room and he hit the wall, casing the sheetrock to crumble under his weight. The man slid down to the floor, motionless.

Vegeta turned when he heard the woman sob softly, and he walked over to her. Her eyes widened as saw him approach, and she began to slide away on the floor. He stopped, looking at her quite puzzlingly. He knew this woman from somewhere, but he could not place her face at the moment…

"I will not hurt you," Vegeta said in a calming tone. "Are you hurt?"

Never saying a word, or either too afraid to do so, she hesitantly nodded. He walked over and extended his hand out, and she offered it, standing on wobbly legs. She brushed her red hair away from her face, assessing the damage done in the living room. And among the sheetrock and dust laid her husband, his eyes staring back at her in a cold and blank expression. Her lip trembled with fear, and she felt the stinging of her tears as she came to realization that he could be possibly be dead. She looked back at Vegeta, her face contorted into a sad frown.

"I had no choice," Vegeta said lowly, looking over at her husband. "He was hurting you."

She seemed to be in a bit of shock, but at the same time, she felt relieved that he was gone. For so many years she endured his abuse, all because she thought she deserved it. But lately the beatings had gotten out of control, and she knew that it would only be a matter of time before he took her life. But what moved her so was that this man, the very one she had flirted with on several occasions and was whisked away by Bulma Briefs, was in her living room, saving her life. She never thought she was worth saving, especially by him…

"Well?" Bulma spoke, drawing him out of his thoughts. Vegeta glanced up from the tabloid, a frown on his lips. He threw the paper down on the coffee table and placed his hands on his hips.

"What about it?" Vegeta said rather harshly, never taking his eyes off the paper.

"Well I didn't mean to interrupt you in the middle of your daydream with the newspaper, but I want answers!" Bulma demanded.

"There's nothing to tell. She needed help from that bully of a husband."

"Why were you at her penthouse?"

Vegeta's jaw clenched with the question. "I wasn't there to see her."

"Oh…you just were flying about until you heard her screaming for help and you saved her?" Bulma said in a sarcastic tone.

"If that's what you want to believe. "

"Dammit Vegeta! I want the truth now!"

"And that is what I'm giving you woman," Vegeta hissed. "You do not take my word anymore?"

"I'm sorry, but when I have to be the last to know that my boyfriend is on the cover of a tabloid kissing another woman, yes, your word is questioned."

Vegeta felt his heart sink with her words, but his expression still remained stony. After all these years, she interrogated him like he was Yamcha, capable of deceiving her in second. He never wanted to be categorized with that idiot, and this was going too far. Trust was something that he could always have in Bulma; it was the basis of their relationship long ago, and still was. He never thought that it could be all wiped away in a matter of minutes. It wasn't that he felt enraged that she didn't believe him, it was the fact that he loved her, and he about prove it by making a long-term commit to her. But this changes everything.

"Well if you don't seem to take my word, then maybe I should leave." Vegeta said, walking past her.

"Yeah well, maybe you should!" Bulma shouted, her voice quaking a bit as she began to cry. He stopped when she said that, and he shut his eyes. His back was now to her, and for an instant Bulma hoped he would turn around and apologize for what he did. She heard him grunt and nod his head, and he continued out, walking right out the door. Bulma's sobs began resound all over the living room as she fell to her knees on the floor, and she buried her face in her hands. Vegeta…don't leave… she thought in her mind to him; but she knew he already thrown up his mental block to her.

Unknown to them sat Trunks on the stairs, listening to the whole conversation. His jaw became unhinged, as he now understood that his parents were splitting up….