Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Shades of Perfection ❯ II ( Chapter 2 )

a/n: I'm not suppose to be updating this story…but here's the next chapter, I hope you enjoy this! I want the tell you that the italic means what the character is thinking. Now read and review!

 

Warning: There are slight hints of NC-17ness in this chapter….so close your eyes if you can't handle this ::shakes finger::

 

Thank you Kay for beta-ing this chapter!

 

Disclaimer: Many of the characters belong to Toriyama….but there are a few that I made up for the convenience.

 

Chapter II

 

“Would you like some more?” His wife's silky voice inquired softly, making Bulma looked up.

 

A fine bright morning, the first time in two days the girl had joined them for breakfast, deciding it was time to step back into the working world again.

 

Not so much a girl anymore, he silently thought to himself. At twenty-two she was a more than successful millionaire, the daughter of his long time friend and co-worker. The girl that everyone praised and worshipped at her genius and intelligence.

 

Of course that all went down the drain two days ago. He had to stop himself from smirking at the thought. The girl had left the place in chaos, over hundreds of people started running out of the church to look for her over the city.

 

Idiots.

 

Didn't they know she ran away from her own wedding, meaning she didn't want to be there?

 

“Yes, thank you.” Bulma smiled brightly at them. A smile that would make people doubt themselves whether her wedding had been canceled just days before.

 

His friend, Dr. Briefs was a man of many faces. One minute he was easy going and friendly; and the next, harsh and ruthless in business. Perhaps that was the reason why he was able to have a decent conversation with Briefs, other than the fact that he was a highly intelligent man. He expected Dr. Briefs to go frantic at the thought of his lost daughter and go as crazy as everyone else in the church. But instead the man sat in his seat as if he had known this would happen. He knew his own daughter well. The spirited girl, Bulma Briefs was known for her surprises.

 

He glanced at his expressionless son who sat at his right, while his wife sat at his left. The girl sat directly across from him. There are more than enough food scattered on the table. Glass cups, golden plates, silver forks and spoons shined against the early morning sun that poured brightly into the room.

 

A soft tone traveled through his mansion. One of the servants went to open the door at the doorbell. Within another second a shrilled voice traveled to their quiet room making him and his son almost winced at the pitch. His wife looked up; surprised event on her features, and Bulma groaned as if knowing who was at the door.

 

“I'm so sorry. Please excuse me.” Getting up, the sound of her heels were soften by the carpet as she walked out of the room to the front doors were the visitor was.

 

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Don't go…Her mind screamed at her as her feet unwillingly brought her closer to the doors. She knew who was standing there. Turn around and go up to your room, it's still not too late! Turn around…turn around…turn around!

 

Since when had she ever listened to her better judgment? She continued to go, knowing that she would regret this. Her heels clicked against the marble floors of Vegeta's mansion, and she didn't doubt for a second that everyone near the door heard it too from the sudden quietness as she rounded the corner.

 

Her vision took in whom she had expected to see. She just hadn't expected her aunt to come to Ouji's mansion so….soon. Her aunt was the reason why she stayed at the Ouji's, knowing that her aunt would be home waiting for her.

 

Ah yes, her beloved aunt. Her father's older sister had always been so cruel and cold to her during her sprouting years. The old woman took it into her own liberty to teach Bulma Briefs all the manners, all the rules, all the priming a growing woman should have. Those years of lesson were hell to her, she tried everything in her power (over her father) to get herself out of it. But no amount of crying, begging, screaming, and days of claiming she would starve herself to death could get her out of it.

 

It was inevitable. If there was one thing her father agreed with his older sister, it was this matter. Bulma Briefs, the tomboy, the spirited girl, the apple in his eyes, the light in his life, the fruit of his loins; needed to be taught how to be a proper woman.

 

Her aunt had obtained the ultimate power, had ruled with evilness unmatched to many of her past, present and future teachers. She was bright for her age, knowing when to stop pushing and knowing when to pull. Since she couldn't overpower the evil sorceress, she instead changed her.

 

She had used her god given charms, her sweet words, her kind soul, and her obedient side to try and soften the seemingly heartless sorceress. And it worked; days that passed were easier to bear. Occasionally her aunt would give her a few treats and kind words here and there. A flash of compassion would be shed onto her. Later she found that her aunt's personality wasn't so bad; the old woman was strong, that was for sure.

 

“Aunt-“ She began in a way she had been taught to greet people. She silently laughed at the irony, watching as her aunt's blue eyes turned to raging fires and her slightly wrinkled face set firm in a scowl.

 

“Buruma Briefs…” Anger, barely controlled anger shook in her aunt's voice. The servants knew well how to keep themselves safe, they quietly backed away to do their chores.

 

Her name was venomously spat out from those thin lips, as if she was a disgraced to the family and she probably was to her aunt at the moment. She had broken the marriage between the man whom her father and her aunt had spent literally years looking for. The marriage was supposed to strengthen CC and Ouji Corporation.

 

The perfect man.

 

She had rebelled against them. Rebelliousness was something her aunt had tried to snuffle out of her along with many other unique qualities she had. Her aunt believed that obedience, a speck of intelligence, and her god given beauty was all she needed in her life.

 

Years of lessons had turned her into a respectable, graceful, manner-full lady but most of her unique qualities never left her. Like a half trained-dog.

 

“Dear heavens! What have you done!? What have you donnnneee!?” A overly dramatic wail came from her aunt. Hell, even the posture her aunt was in was dramatic. With the back of her hand on those wrinkled forehead, and an expression of devastation the woman quickly walked closer to her.

 

“I'm feeling ok, don't worry about me.” She couldn't help the sarcasm that laced her light tone.

 

“How could you do this?! The devastation that you left.” Her aunt ignored her statement as she continued to cry out the woos. Really, the old woman could be an actress if she wanted to. The old woman could win the Oscars if she so wished. “The disgrace you put us through, you've ruined us. Ruined us all! You…..you devil child…you…you….OH the years! Wasted just like that…Wasted.”

 

She inwardly prayed that her aunt would at least lower her voice because the Ouji could no doubt hear everything at this volume. An amusing thought trickled through her head; the old woman had to crack sometime and it took two days. Who has the power now? She almost smirked out at that thought but had to scowl herself inwardly too.

 

“I knew it! I knew it all along! But your father never listened to me. He wouldn't let me train you fully by taking you to London. Look at you now!….the monster child….a half lady….a temptress….O the years of work! O God, why me?! WHY?! Our line has been tainted with disgrace all because of YOU!”

 

She had seen outbursts from this woman like this directed to her before. But this one was by far, the worst. She's surprised that over the years, she didn't need to be sent to a mental institution from the scars the woman left in her life. Surely the old woman didn't come to just shout at her, did she? But it wouldn't surprise her if that was her aunt's only purpose.

 

“You, young lady. You are going to go back there, and you are going to apologize to that respectable family that you've ruined in your blindness.” Her aunt pointed to the door, ordering her to move.

 

“What? NO!”

 

Bulma Briefs never apologizes unwillingly.

 

There it was again, she knew her aunt saw the stubbornness clearly. “I did NOTHING WRONG.” Her shout was like a child again, which reflected what she felt at the moment.

 

“Why you….you…I….never in my life….” Gasps and heaves of breathes filled the room. She stared for a second; scared that she might have caused the old woman to have a heart attack or a stroke but that fear brushed away at the next statement. “He was perfect.”

 

For the first time since her aunt came, her answer was expected. “Yes, he was.” And she said that with full sincerity that came from her heart.

 

“Why did you do it? You wanted an intelligent man, I found one. You wanted a man that was gentle yet still manly, and I found one. What do you want, girl? Have you not told me yourself that you are pleased with him? Have you not accepted his engagement ring without hesitation and the following day bragged in pure joy about it? He was the knight in shining armor that you so dreamt about. He was perfect.”

 

She didn't say anything because her aunt had nailed her with a sharp point. Everything her aunt said was true. She had been so happy when Kisho proposed to her. She had accepted without hesitation, accepted it with pure joy.

 

“The man would willingly give his life for you, what more do you want?!” Her aunt demanded glaring at her. “What are you looking for, girl?!”

 

“He lacks passion. Pure unadulterated passion.” Her voice came out firm, defensive, and critical. After sitting in her room for two days, she finally knew what was missing throughout the whole transaction. Something that her instincts had told her on the day of her wedding; what made her run that day. “I wanted…”

 

Heat clouded between her legs at the way his was looking at her, his breath scorched her skin pleasurably. His hands seem to be all over her as he pushed her into a dark room, backing her up into a bed. His rough hands ripped the dress from her body. They fell into the bed…he nudged her legs apart…

 

“..o Vegeta….” A moan she had never heard from herself came out.

 

Looking away from her aunt, she could feel the heat rise up to her face both from the memory and the observant gaze from her aunt was directed to her. That one night….this memory should shame her, shouldn't it?

 

“O you foolish child. You poor foolish child” Her aunt's voice was soft for a change. Pity was laced in the voice like the woman knew she would be damned. A tisk came that only mothers could do; gentle yet scowling. And she was surprised it could come from her usually cold aunt who was a childless widow. “You're chasing something that doesn't exist, child.”

 

The voice was a soft chide, gentle scowl. She couldn't get mad, and when she's not mad she's defenseless.

 

“You have made a grave mistake. It's not too late to fix it. He still loves you very much.” Whether her aunt's voice was coaxing her to or away from hell, she couldn't tell.

 

a/n: So there's the little background info of what kind of relationship btw Bulma and her family and her past life. All reviews are welcomed, arigatou for reading.

 

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