Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Satan Video ❯ Endings ( Chapter 17 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Muchas gracias for the reviews. I would like to apologize beforehand if this chapter seems a little off. I sort of threw this together today when I realized it was Thursday. I've been playing DBZ Budokai all week and sort of lost track of time. I haven't gone on a binge like that since I got Legend of Zelda: Link to the Past for Super Nintendo. Heh heh. Uh anyway, hope you guys enjoy this, because it was hard as hell to write. Hopefully next chapter I can throw some stupid humor in there. It's what comes naturally to me. For some reason, drama is really difficult. I dunno.

Chapter 16: Endings

Goku woke up to strange noises coming from his living room. 'Uh why can't he ever let me sleep?' "Damn it Vegeta, wait 'til later to watch your porn!!" he yelled. He rolled over onto his stomach and covered his head with his pillow. Another moan came from the living room, followed shortly by a crash and a thud. 'What the hell was that?' Goku jumped out of bed and ran to see what had happened, not prepared for the sight he would soon find.

"Oh shit," Goku groaned at the display before him. Piccolo was sprawled out on the floor, next to the overturned coffee table in a pool of vomit. He walked over to his green coworker and helped him up. He draped Piccolo's arm over his shoulder and wrapped his own arm around the Namekseijin's waist and helped him to the bathroom. Goku deposited him on the bathroom floor, next to the toilet. Piccolo sat there for a moment with his back against the wall and his elbow propped up on the toilet seat with his hand supporting his head. He groaned as the room seemed to spin faster than before, and a few moments later, he was introduced to the phenomenon of dry heaves.

Goku went back into the living room to clean up the mess. 'At least Piccolo only drinks water,' he thought with only mild amusement. He was more than annoyed with having to clean his carpet, but it could have been worse. Once the floor was clean, he sprayed some air freshener to cover up the stench. To his dismay, it only added a strange flowery smell to the already putrid reek of the apartment. 'Damn, Saiyajin senses,' he cursed as he opened the windows and the front door to air out the place. He decided to sit out on the balcony for a while to give his poor nose some relief. Outside, he found his neighbor sitting down, smoking again.

"How's it goin', Goku?"

"Alright except for the hung over friend and the stink of his vomit in my living room," he said with a laugh.

"Yeah, been there. Vegeta?"

"Huh?"

"Is Vegeta the one who's sick?"

"No, just a friend who didn't make it home last night." The neighbor nodded as he exhaled his smoke over the balcony.

"So what's your roommate been up to? I hadn't seen him since the day that girl came over." Goku's gaze turned from the parking lot to the man next to him, suddenly very interested in the seemingly meaningless chitchat.

"Girl?"

"Yeah. Some freaky animal kingdom shit was goin' on in there. I could hear them all the way out here." Goku's eyes almost popped out of his head.

"I knew it! Ha, I knew someone had been over here," Goku said mostly to himself as he laughed. Then he had a thought. "Hey, you didn't happen to see her, did you?" The man laughed before taking another long drag on his cigarette.

"Sure did. She was quite a hottie, too I might add."

Goku just grinned. 'If Vegeta won't tell me who it is, then I'll just find out myself.' "So what did she look like?"

"Oh man, gorgeous, short blue hair, slim, about this tall." He motioned with his hand. "She asked me for a cigarette before she left. Come to think of it, I've seen her a few times either going to or coming from your place. It's been a while, but I'm pretty sure it's the same girl."

"Holy shit! Piccolo was right! I can't believe it!"

"You know which one, huh?" Goku nodded, still unable to contain his disbelief.

"Wow, who would've thought? Well, thanks man. I'll see ya around. I better go check on my friend. Make sure his head hasn't fallen in the toilet yet."

"Later." Goku walked back inside and into the bathroom where he found Piccolo still sitting on the floor. He looked up at the Saiyajin and grimaced as the aching of his head was accompanied by a pounding in his ears that seemed to radiate through his brain.

"As soon as I feel better, I'm going to kick all of your asses," he exclaimed as forcefully as possible considering his weakened state. Goku gave him a weak smile as he offered his hand to help him up. Piccolo waved it off. "I don't think I'm ready to move yet."

"Well, whenever you want, you can crash on the couch and watch TV or I can take you home. Just let me know." With that, Goku went back to the couch and turned on the TV. It wasn't but a few minutes later when he sensed his roommate flying toward the apartment. 'This is going to be interesting,' he thought.

Vegeta landed on the balcony to find the front door wide open. 'What the hell is this?' He took one step into the living room and realized why the door had been left open. "What the fuck did you do in here, Kakarotto?" Goku turned around, resting his chin on his arm that was lying on the back of the couch.

"Nice to see you too, buddy, and I didn't do anything. Piccolo threw up on the floor."

"Why was he here?"

"He's still here, actually. We decided not to leave him alone, since he was pretty out of it last night. Enough of that, though. I'm more interested in where you've been," the taller Saiyajin teased.

"What I do and where I go are none of your concern." Goku got a little annoyed at that comment, but decided not to let that stop his fun.

"So, sleep well at Bulma's?"

"Yeah things were going good until…Wait, what?" The shocked expression on Vegeta's face caused Goku to snicker.

"I guess that confirms it," he replied with a very satisfied smile on his face. Vegeta just stared at him with a strange sort of smile.

"Did that Namekseijin actually convince you of this?" Vegeta asked as he crossed his arms over his chest.

"No although he did tell us some interesting things on the way over here. Of course Krillin and I didn't believe him. We figured the alcohol had fried his brain or something, but I had an interesting conversation with our neighbor a little while ago."

"And which one was that?" he asked with disinterest.

"Bryan."

"That guy that's always outside smoking that shit that makes his eyes all red?"

"He's not always stoned, although I think he might have been just then. Bulma bummed a cigarette from him after she visited you. He said he heard some pretty wild sounds coming from our apartment." Vegeta looked a little disgusted by that statement.

"That dirty little bastard! What was he doing, sitting by the door listening?"

"I don't know. He acted like he overheard by accident, but I didn't ask to find out for sure. I don't really want to know. That's kind of a scary thought, since the guy is almost always sitting outside." Goku sat there for a moment as the mental image of their neighbor sitting outside right then listening to everything they're saying. He shuddered. "Uh anyway, so what happened at Bulma's? You said everything was great until…something." Vegeta ran his hand through his hair, and he quickly became agitated again.

"It's nothing. Don't worry about it."

"Just tell me. I've known her for a long time. Maybe I can help you understand her a little more," Goku offered, but it just seemed to upset him more.

"I said that I don't want to talk about it. This is exactly why I don't like people in my business."

"Okay, sorry. I won't bug ya about it. You want to go get some food?"

"Sure," Vegeta replied with a shrug, and the two took to the sky, completely forgetting about Piccolo who was still in the bathroom.

Meanwhile…

"That son of a bitch!!!" Bulma screamed loud enough that everyone in her building could hear. She stuffed the note and picture back in the envelope and stuffed it in her bag. She thought for a minute and decided to walk to the coffee shop to meet Yamcha. Maybe that would give her a little time to calm down and collect her thoughts. Not that it really mattered; the end result would be the same either way. "His ass is going down!"

She left the apartment and quickly made it to the sidewalk leading to her destination. The large trees whose branches spanned to almost the other side of the street normally held her in awe of their beauty, but not today. Her mind was filled with too many murderous thoughts, most of which were directed at her soon to be ex-boyfriend.

'I can't believe him! How could he cheat on me? I'm a thousand times prettier than she is!' The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. She didn't even realize how fast she had walked until the coffee shop was already in view. Yamcha was already there, sitting at an outside table under the awning. Taking a deep breath, Bulma made her way to him. She was totally calm as she sat down, the same eerie calmness she displayed before blowing up on Vegeta at work not too long ago.

"Hey babe, thanks for meeting me." She allowed herself a chuckle as she pulled her cigarettes and lighter from her bag. She offered the pack to him after pulling one out for herself. "Uh, no thanks. I thought you quit." She shrugged and lit her cigarette before placing the pack and lighter on the table.

"We have some things we need to talk about," she finally said after exhaling smoke in his direction. His brow furrowed in confusion.

"Um okay, what did you need to tell me?" he asked, somewhat relieved to delay his confession. She looked at him silently for a few moments, taking in his demeanor. She could tell he was nervous about something, and at least she could take a little pleasure in that. She held the cigarette between her lips while she retrieved the envelope and tossed it on the table before him. Yamcha's eyebrow quirked upward as he picked up the package to see what was inside. All color drained from his face once the contents were revealed. All he could do was stare at the photo of him and the woman in bed together. "Y…you know?" He risked a glance up at her face to find that the controlled front she had constructed was gone.

"That's right, asshole!! How could you?" He started to respond, but she interrupted him. "Don't bother. I'm not interested in your excuses, but there is one thing I deserve to know. How long have you been seeing her?"

"But I.."

"How long damn it?!!" Bulma screamed as she stood up, knocking her chair over in the process. She was completely oblivious to the attention she was attracting from everyone around them.

"Will you please sit down so we can talk?" She stared at him for a moment before setting her chair upright and sitting down. "Babe, you have to listen to me. I haven't been seeing her, I swear. Unfortunately, I did sleep with her, but it was just the one time, and I don't even remember what happened."

"Do you think that makes it alright?" She crossed her arms over her chest and stared at him with hatred written all over her face.

"Damn it, Bulma! I know that doesn't make it okay! I screwed up, but can I at least tell you what happened?" She took another drag off her nearly dead cigarette as she sat there.

"I'm waiting," she said impatiently.

"I got really drunk after you left Krillin's party with Goku and Vegeta. The next thing I remember is Krillin waking me up by kicking the shit out of me. I wasn't even sure that anything had happened, until she started harassing me." He thought he saw her eyes soften just a bit, but wasn't sure.

"It was the night of the party?" she asked as thoughts of her and Vegeta's first escapade immediately invaded her mind. He nodded in response and turned his attention to the blemishes in the table, studying them with intense scrutiny. The silence lasted for what seemed to be a long time, but may have only been a few seconds. He finally broke the silence by saying the only thing he could.

"I'm so sorry, Bulma." She was picking at one of her fingernails that had cracked, really wishing she had a set of clippers and a file. She tried to ignore the feeling of forgiveness that was threatening to break her resolve. She wanted to be angry with him, to pound his face into the ground and set fire to his remains, but she couldn't. She didn't know why, but for some strange reason, she believed him. If he had only cheated one time, well, that was a lot more than she could say for herself. She sighed, realizing that she had no right to be pissed at him.

"It doesn't matter anymore," she said softly. Yamcha looked up at her in wonder. "When I agreed to meet you earlier, I had my own reasons for doing so, none of which included the picture I found on my doorstep." When he said nothing in response, she continued. "I've been contemplating us for a while, and I just…I think…" She paused and regained her determination. "It's just not working out."

"Wha?" Yamcha couldn't believe his ears. "But how can you say that? Look, I understand that you're upset about what happened, but it was a mistake. I never intended to do something like that, and I can promise you that it will never happen again. I love you more than anything else in the world. We can get through this." He took her hand and looked into her eyes. She sat there for a moment, captured by the hurt and worry in his pleading eyes. She quickly shook it off and pulled her hand away.

"No Yamcha, it's not about this."

"Then what?" She took a deep breath, wondering why this had to be so difficult.

"I don't love you anymore. I won't continue to lie to you or myself. We both deserve more than that." Her vision drifted off toward the street but wasn't really focused on anything in particular.

"You don't mean that, Bulma." He watched her as she gazed at the traffic. The wind blew a few strands of hair into her face, but she didn't bother to brush them aside. Her eyes revealed a degree of sadness along with something he could only guess was regret, but the rest of her face was emotionless. The anger was gone. 'She's completely serious,' he realized. He hung his head in defeat as he uttered yet another apology.

"I'm sorry. I never meant to hurt you." He shook his head and laughed sorrowfully. "I just wish you felt the same way I do." She sighed and turned back toward him.

"I know, but things are how they are. For what it's worth, I'm sorry." Bulma started to get up, but was stopped when his hand rested on her shoulder.

"Wait a second. I hate to worry you, but you need to be careful. That woman has been following me around, calling my house, and apparently she knows where you live, too. I don't know if she's dangerous or not, but I don't want to take any chances." Bulma rolled her eyes. 'What else is going to go wrong today,' she wondered.

"Yamcha, you couldn't have picked a normal person. You just had to sleep with a psycho, didn't you?" she responded with a chuckle.

"Babe, this is serious. I don't know what she's capable of or what I'm going to do about her. You may be completely safe as soon as she finds out that we're no longer together, but maybe not. The bitch is crazy, and I don't know what I would do if something happened to you."

"I'll be fine. You just take care of yourself, okay?" She turned and walked back toward her apartment. As he watched her go, the finality of the situation began to sink in. Needing some sort of release, he kicked the table before getting on his motorcycle and speeding off.

Until next week…