Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Satan Video ❯ Realizations ( Chapter 9 )

DISCLAIMER: I still do not own DBZ or Ramen Noodles as I stated previously in other chapters.

Last time: Bulma sat on the floor leaning her back against the door. "What have I done?"

Chapter 8: Realizations

Vegeta slowly opened his eyes to find a ceiling fan circulating above him. `I don't remember having a fan.' Blinking away the disorientation, it took several seconds before he realized he wasn't in his own bed. His eyes widened in shock before the light cascading through the window caused him to squint again. Although temporarily blinded, he did not need sight to know he was naked or that he had a companion. He finally glanced at the woman next to him, whose leg was draped over his and her arm wrapped around his chest. That's when it all became clear. The memories of the previous night hit him like a truck.

He glanced over at the clock on the nightstand and suddenly had two reasons to get out of there quickly. 'Kuso, Kakarotto better still be passed out.' Roommate or not, he didn't like anyone knowing his business, especially things of this nature. He carefully pried himself from Bulma's powerful grip and looked for his clothes. After sifting through the piles of mess they'd knocked onto the floor, he finally located them and got dressed. He looked back at her peaceful sleeping form for a moment. He couldn't deny that she was a truly beautiful creature, but wondered what chaos would result from his actions this time. She stirred slightly and curled into a fetal position, unconsciously trying to replace the warmth that had fled. He grabbed a pillow and a sheet from the floor to make her more comfortable before quietly stepping out of the apartment.

Vegeta flew full speed to his apartment, out of breath and sweaty when he arrived. He quietly unlocked the door and entered. Glancing around the living room, there was no sign of his roommate. `So far so good,' he thought. He silently crept over to Goku's room and peeked in. There was the taller alien still in the clothes he had worn to the party lying face down on his bed and snoring. Relief washed over Vegeta as he closed the door and went into the bathroom. He turned on the shower and got inside after tossing his clothes on the floor. He stunk something awful. The high speed flight back had caused him to sweat out the mass quantities of alcohol he had consumed the previous night. More importantly though, he wanted to get her scent off of him before Goku had a chance to notice it. In all likelihood, he would be too hung over to detect her all over his clothes, but if for some reason he did, it would be easily explainable since he had taken her home. It would be another thing though if he smelled her sex all over him. No luck explaining that.

Goku had just knocked out his fifth opponent by kicking him in the nose. He dropped to the floor and blood oozed from his unconscious face. The audience consisting of various types of animals cheered and high fived each other. The woman in the red bikini walked up to him, hips swaying in time with the music only he could hear and handed Goku his reward: an enormous hamburger. He devoured it in an instant, eating the toothpick that held it together in the process, before standing up to welcome his next challenger. The woman wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin and winked as she regressed back into the shadows.

"Alright who's next?" His question was answered when a great dane, wearing shorts and a tank top, walked up on his hind legs and hit his fists together indicating he was ready to fight. Goku closed his eyes to concentrate on the imminent battle. When he opened his eyes to greet his challenger with a fist to the mouth, he realized they were no longer in the stale basement, where he had just been fighting.

He was outside, in a field he thought, although things weren't easily distinguishable due to the haze that enveloped him. The huge dog that had wanted to fight him only moments ago, walked up put a paw on his shoulder. A very serious expression covered his furry face before speaking. "Goku, you are the chosen one. You must save the goddess. Allow the water to be your guide."

"Wait, I don't understand." The only reply from the dog was a grin as he turned and walked away, quickly fading into the mist. `What am I supposed to do?' He could hear water nearby. He turned around to discover a waterfall pouring into a lake downhill from where he was standing. He ran down to the water's edge in hopes of finding a hint of what to do next. There rinsing herself under the waterfall was the woman from earlier minus one red bikini. It was lying on the rocks inches from his feet. A mischievous grin graced his normally childlike features as he tossed his clothes to the side and submersed himself into the aqua abyss. He silently advanced upon the woman, envious of the water that roamed over her curves. The roaring of the waterfall grew louder with each step that took him closer to his goddess. Arriving at his destination, he reached his arms out intending to wrap them around her thin waist. She must have sensed someone there, because she quickly turned to face him.

Goku's eyes shot open. He wasn't sure where he was, but he knew it was not under the waterfall with the beautiful woman. It took effort to focus on the item in front of his face. When the blurriness subsided, he recognized it as his dresser. He rolled over onto his back before trying to sit up. A searing pain shot through his head, and he immediately regretted moving. He thought he was still dreaming because the sound of running water had not stopped upon waking. He sat there for quite a while before it made sense. "The shower," he groaned as he closed his eyes in an attempt to stop the throbbing in his head.

Vegeta finished his shower and wrapped a towel around his waist before going to his room. He had planned on going back to sleep, but his stomach objected rather loudly. With a sigh, he threw on some pants and went into the kitchen where he found a whole lot of nothing. Well, they always had their emergency stock pile of Ramen Noodles, but he was hoping to find something one might actually define as food. He dug through the fridge and found one pack of unopened hotdogs and several containers of half eaten leftovers that had begun to take on their own forms of life.

"When the fuck is payday anyway?" he cursed at the inedible food in his fridge. Six packages of Ramen Noodles later, he was too awake to go back to sleep now. He sat down on the couch and reached for the remote. He heard Goku talking in his sleep as he asked the goddess to take his headache away or something to that effect. His eyebrow crept upward before he shook his head, dismissing it as `normal Kakarotto stupidity.' He turned the TV on hoping to find something interesting on, but already knowing he would not be so lucky. Quickly searching through all seven channels that their TV picked up, he decided on a talk show.

"Might be good for a few laughs," he thought. His focus was on the screen for a few seconds before his mind wandered. His thoughts drifted to his encounter with Bulma the night before. As the memories floated around in his head, an actual smile formed instead of his normally intense expression. He couldn't deny that he had enjoyed last night. She was unlike any other woman he had ever met, the complete opposite in fact, and it intrigued him. Vegeta hoped there would be future encounters with her, but was unsure of the likelihood.

His smile quickly faded as he thought about what would probably happen when they saw each other again. There was a lot left unsaid and even being from another planet, he knew that things would be tense between the two of them at the very least. There was one thing he knew for sure, though. He needed to see her again, and the bulge in his pants agreed.

His attention jumped back to the TV when a fight erupted on the screen in front of him. One woman had thrown a chair at the other one, before grabbing her by the hair and slamming her face repeatedly into the stage. He didn't know what they were even fighting over, but it was entertaining nonetheless.

Meanwhile…

She was numb. She sat there, silently leaning against the door where she had just lied to her boyfriend about not feeling well. Bulma pulled herself from the floor and got in the shower. The warm water helped her tense muscles but offered her little comfort. She replayed the events of the previous night in her head over and over. The memories of his touch were setting her on fire all over again.

"Snap out of it Bulma. You need to be coming up with a solution here, not fantasizing about the source of your problem." She turned off the hot water, allowing only the cold water to assault her. She could only withstand it for a moment, which was exactly how long her thoughts were distracted. With that, she jumped out of the shower and got dressed. Gazing at her ransacked room, she decided some cleaning was in order. She yanked the sheets off the bed and threw them in the bathroom along with her clothes that were still in the floor. She remade the bed with fresh sheets and pillowcases and sighed. This was supposed to be diverting her attention, but it only succeeded in reminding her of her encounter last night. Everything in the room smelled like Vegeta, and it was driving her insane. She flopped down onto the bed and stared at the ceiling deep in thought.

Bulma couldn't believe what she had done. She had never cheated on anyone before; she had always been firmly against such actions, but now she had fallen into the category of people she despised: cheaters and liars. "How can I ever look Yamcha in the face again? Shit, what'll happen when I go back to work or when I go visit Goku and Vegeta's there?" She tried to ignore the part of her that felt no regret and grew excited at the thought of being near Vegeta again. It had felt so right being with him, even before the sex. It confused her for a moment before her logical nature kicked in. "We were drunk. I was mad at Yamcha. It was a one night thing. It won't happen again." She sighed realizing this was not a situation that was going to be easily `fixed.' The mixed emotions swirling around inside were beginning to make her nauseous.

`Okay, one thing at a time. What to do about Yamcha?' She had already been contemplating her feelings for him, and her actions last night only proved her suspicions. If she were really in love with him, she wouldn't have disregarded him so quickly. She knew what she had to do.

Yamcha had been sitting in front of the TV when Bulma called. He had forgotten it was even on. His thoughts had been on her. He had been so distraught this morning after the run in with Krillin that he needed to see her, if only to prove to himself that she was okay. He didn't stay since she wasn't feeling well. Hell he bet no one was; they had all been drinking rather heavily. He wasn't surprised that it was well after lunch when she finally asked him to come over.

He was torn. He couldn't tell her and risk throwing away their relationship because of a suspicion. He knew Bulma all too well. `She'd dump my ass in a heartbeat.' But at the same time, if something really had happened last night, he would never be able to forgive himself if she was hurt because of it. He laughed and shook his head in exasperation. `Damned if you do, damned if you don't.'

When he arrived, she was a nervous wreck convincingly concealed by a wall of composure. She had rehearsed her speech a dozen times before inviting him over, but now with him right in front of her, she froze. The words and the courage to speak them eluded her. She was not in love with him, but she still cared about him, and the only thoughts crossing her mind were how she had betrayed him.

"Babe, what's wrong? You're not still mad about the pool incident are you?" She smiled weakly and shook her head. `Does she know? Wait, she couldn't have found out so soon.'

"No. I guess I'm still not feeling well," she lied. `More lies,' she complained to herself.

He fixed her a late lunch and they watched a little TV in silence before he had to go. Yamcha gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and left. Once the door was closed, the tears of frustration won their battle against her. "What the hell is wrong with me?" she asked before going outside to get some fresh air.

She walked out onto her private balcony that overlooked the busy street behind the apartments. She sat down on her chair and propped her feet on the railing as she lit her cigarette. She had quit smoking a few months ago, but in light of recent events, decided now was a good time to resume the habit. She was now very thankful she had kept the half empty `just in case' pack. She tried unsuccessfully to form smoke rings as she exhaled, attempting to keep her mind occupied. Too quickly though, the cigarette was done, leaving her to her thoughts as she flicked the butt out towards the street. She sat there for several minutes just watching the cars go by and people scurrying down the sidewalk, hopelessly absorbed in what ever issues they were worrying about. Out of nowhere, she then started laughing hysterically. If anyone were near her, they would've thought she had lost it. "Fucking trivial bullshit," she mumbled as she went back inside, slamming the sliding glass door behind her.

When she got to work, Bulma was happy to see she was working with Krillin. "So how'd the party turn out?" she asked her short friend. He laughed nervously and rubbed his bald head.

"Oh it was fine. So what did you do after you left?"

"Oh you know me. I just got on the computer for a while before going to bed." The guilt surfaced all over again. She hated lying, especially to her friends, but what was she supposed to say? `I had the best sex of my life with an alien we both work with.' That would go over well. Little did she realize, he was fighting the same battle with his conscience.

Krillin looked up at his friend and decided he couldn't stand the guilt of knowing something of this nature and not tell her, regardless of the fact that she wouldn't like what she heard. He took a few moments to gather every shred of courage he had and gulped.

"Bulma, there's something I need to tell you, and you're not going to like it." She looked at him quizzically for a moment before nodding for him to continue.

"Hey guys," Goku`s voice interrupted. Krillin silently thanked Kami-sama for the delay before noticing his friend`s appearance.

"Oh man, you look like shit. No offense."

"It's okay Krillin. I don't look half as bad as I feel. I am never drinking again. I came to get some entertainment while I recover. I've decided that I'm gonna kick Vegeta's ass at video games today since I don't really feel like doing anything else." He gave the two a weak smile. Bulma's heart rate increased upon hearing the prince`s name, and she mentally cursed herself. She was glad Goku had come alone. She wasn't ready to deal with Vegeta just yet. He quickly picked out two games and left for his apartment, intent on forgetting about the pounding in his head at the expense of his roommate.

Bulma turned back to Krillin once Goku had left. "So what did you want to tell me?"

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Next time: Yamcha's secret is exposed. Bulma goes to talk to Vegeta about their issues. It might just result in some lemony goodness.