Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ That Old Feeling ❯ A New Love? ( Chapter 15 )

A/N: Well what a surprise this is! I'm alive after all! Needless to say, plenty of you are no doubt pissed off about me not updating for almost two fricken years. I can't apologize enough for making you all wait for so long. To sum up all the reasons why I took so long, is this: life is a bitch, it doesn't care or wait for anyone. So please take 90 seconds to curse me to hell right now…………………………&# 8230;………………………… ………………………feel better now? Hope so because we can now finally continue with…

THAT OLD FEELING

By Papa Bear

(All previous disclaimers apply)

Chapter 15

A New Love?

After a few minutes of chit chat, Bra and Goten made their way over to the dance floor. As they approached the edge of the carpet floor, Vegeta and Bulma came dancing right towards them.

"Having a good time Mom?"

"Oh Bra honey, I'm having a ball!" Bulma then noticed Goten. "Hey! Look at you, you cleaned up nice! Come on paparazzi, let's see what you got!"

Goten was speechless for second. "You want to dance with me?"

"Sure can ya?"

"Well, sure I can cut a rug."

"Prove it!" Bulma said as she took his hands.

"Easy on the jacket, weakling." Vegeta chuckled.

"Yes Sir!" Goten cheered, starting a tango with Bulma.

Bra was stunned. But at the same time wasn't too surprised, seeing how everything else had transpired prior to this event was equally unbelievable.

Vegeta turned his attention away from his wife and the boy, towards his daughter standing indifferently in front of him.

"Princess." He said as he offered his arm.

"Come on Dad, I'm embarrassed enough as it is."

"Bad mood huh?"

"Yeah, and no I don't want to talk about it."

"We won't talk. Let's dance."

"No, please Dad, I have so many things on my mind."

"Look Bra," he was serious now. "I think have been pretty good about this whole Ken thing. And I'm not going to lecture you about love and commitment because I've blown everyone of them. But let me ask you this,"

Vegeta took his daughter by the shoulders and looked into her eyes.

"Don't you want to have some fun? Did you ever think about that? Tell me, are you going to be having fun on the campaign trail with him, smiling at some sewage plant opening, or going to a thousand dollar a plate dinner, where the wives are wallpaper?"

Bra was speechless.

"I just want you to have fun for five minutes," he continued " Five minutes before you settle down. And," he smirked "I want you to dance with your `old' man. You know you can't resist."

Indeed. Bra needed something to take her mind off things. With a little smile planted on, she joined her father on the dance floor. Needless to say it was exhilarating.

Meanwhile, in a sedan…we find two depressed souls…

"I told you Maron they're at he Majestic…Bra said she's bringing them back…I don't know when. Eminently…She is not a lying slut and you should talk…I don't have to liten to this shit!" Ken turned off his cell phone and angrily threw it in the back seat. "There's no talking to her!"

"What is with you two?" Yamacha muttered apathetically. "You're worse than my patientce." After a moment of silence he spoke again. "They're not coming back."

"…Alright…ALRIGHT!" Ken screamed as he ran through a red light at top speed. " We're going. We're all going to round them up, lasso them, and drag them right here like hell, is that what you want!"

"…YEAH!"

Back at the hotel…

After ten minutes of dancing with her father, her mother and Goten danced toward them. Bulma stole Vegeta away with a cheerfully insincere "Sorry" and the couple danced off into the crowd. This left Bra and Goten pairing up and dancing through the rest of the song.

Five minutes later, the lights began to dim and the music slowed down to a slow melody. Everyone held their partner closer and began swaying to the music.

The couple held each other for what seemed like forever before Bra spoke up.

"Where'd you learn to dance?"

"From a girl."

"Oh?" Bra arched an eyebrow.

"Alright, my sister." Goten hesitated before continuing. "Women in general don't tend to notice me much."

"Maybe it's your profession."

"Nah, more like what I say and do. I don't exactly go out of my way to be noticed like that."

"Well they're all looking at you now." Bra smiled "You could have any girl you wanted in this place."

"No, I can't." he chuckled.

"Sure you can!"

"…" Goten's mood changed. "…No, I can't" he said softer.

Bra finally got the hint as to what he meant. "Oh, Goten."

"I know it's…"

"It's not you…I'm married and…it wouldn't work."

"Yeah."

The pair stopped dancing, but still gazed at each other. Then, they faintly brushed their lips before pulling themselves into a passionate lip lock. Others silently followed their example as the pair lost themselves stood kissing, lost in a world of their own.

Several yards away…

"Oh my goodness."

"What?" Vegeta grunted.

"What do you make of that?"

Vegeta took his gaze away from Bulma and found what caught her attention. He gave a brief chuckle at the sheer irony of it all. He and Bulma shared a knowing smirk.

"I guess," Vegeta pondered "It's a two day hitch."

"I guess this would be our chance to sneak off."

"And where would we go?"

"Oh, Venice, Newark. I don't care, as long as I'm with you." Bulma muttered against his neck.

Vegeta chuckled "We can't exactly ride off into the sunset now can we?"

"Why not?" Bulma smiled as she turned around as she swayed with her back to him as he held her.

"We would need to inform our spouses."

"Why?" Bulma almost laughed.

"You just want to be totally irresponsible about this don't you?" he chuckled.

"Totally, totally." She giggled llightly. " But really, why?" she asked, still smiling.

"We at least owe them that much."

"You mean you owe Maron something!"

"No sweetness I would never."

"Good."

"…Though it does seem to be the gentlemanly way to at least tell her that it's over after fourteen years…"

"Why?" Bulma interrupted "You with me twelve then you went straight to Fiji with her and never cam back."

"That was after I found the shrink luxuriating in my bathtub."

"I beg your pardon. It was after I smelled Maron's perfume on my bed!"

"Bulma," he whispered into her ear. "Bulma…"

"Alright I`ll calm down."

"Good. It's all in the past anyway."

"True," Bulma muttered. Silence reigned for ten seconds before, "But you could've left me a freaken note!" she mumbled.

"For Christ's sake, her we go again."

"Alright. Alright I'm done." And cheerfully added "Nevermind."

"No, no. Do you want to talk some more on the subject?"

"No." Bulma sighed against him.

"Good." They swayed for another ten seconds. And then…"Because I'm not the went on Joan Rivers, live, on national television and told her that `I finally found, a real man in my life.' Don't you think you could've ask me to come on and challenge that commet?" He growled lowly.

At this, Bulma jerked herself away from his grasped and turned around to face him.

Things were getting loud.

"And don't you think it would've been utterly fabulous if you would've ask me for a divorce, before Maron printed the invitation."

"I told you a thousand times, nothing happened that night that would warrant a separation."

"You went through with it!"

"So did you!"

"You want to go back!"

"Me? Look at you, you're backpedaling a mile a minute!"

"You want to back to that little trophy wife of yours!"

"You're a slut Bulma, and the queen high priestess of hysteria!!"

"I'm hysterical!? You're hysterical! You're veins are bulging, I hope you have a heart attack!!"

At this point, the whole room was silent as they watch the presumed happy couple go at it like rapid dogs. Bra and Goten had stopped as the yelling escalated. Goten told Bra to wait a moment as he headed up a cleared path leading up to the bickering pair.

"You two should calm down…" Goten spoke softly onto deaf ears.

"GET OUT OF HERE!!!" They yelled as they shoved him. Coupled with their fury and Vegeta's barely controlled strength, Goten was shoved clean across the floor and sliding. Sliding out and ahead of him was a little black object that landed right against Bra's shoes. She picked up the little disposable camera with dismay. She glared accusingly at Goten who lay bare a foot from her feet.

"What the hell is this?"

"It's not what you think…" he stumbled as he got up.

"What another picture of my mother? I can't believe you!" Bra yelled as she headed towards her parents.

Goten went after Bra and soon the two were caught up in an argument of their own right next to the bickering Bulma and Vegeta. The yelling and screaming seemed to mix and heighten as the combined voices of the four were heard throughout the room and into the lobby. Unknown to the two couples, along with the stunned crowd around them, Ken, Maron and Yamcha watched the commotion. Goten and Bra noticed first and soon stopped talking, then right in the middle of the argument Vegeta noticed as well…Bulma hadn't.

"Hardboiled? I'd like to hard boil your balls!!!" She screamed. She then noticed all eyes looking to the back of her. She turned around. She was still for a few moments before speaking again.

"Yamcha," she said in a soft voice "take me home."

(A/N: Once again I'm sorry for the wait. And yes there's still more to the story. At least two if not three more chapters. I WILL finish this fic so help me God. Also, I'm fully aware of the date. Today is the third anniversary of 9/11. An event that I and millions of people all over America and all over the world will never forget. The WTC Towers collapsing, the Pentagon in flames, and a burning field of death in Pennsylvania. 3000 people died that day because of the ambitions of monsters who wish to destroy our way of life and our great nation. They cannot be appeased, they cannot be trusted or bargained with, and the will NOT stop…unless we get them first. And despite what the liberals say, we've made good progress. We've ousted the Taliban, who ruled Afghanistan with cruelty and malice. We've destroyed 70% of the Al Queda network. We've captured the architect of the 9/11 attacks. We've taken custody of Sadaam and killed his rapist sons Udday and Qusaay. Libya has blinked, and turned over its WMD material. We've planted the seeds of democracy in two countries that haven't known or seen freedom in decades. Our friends the Brits, the Italians, the Polish, the Aussies, the Japanese, and 25+ other nations have helped us in both countries. Our Soldiers, Marines, Airman, Sailors, Gaurdsmen, and Coast Guard are serving America well. They are the best of America. We've done well, but the war is far from over. With Osama bin Laden still on the loose, the French, Germans, Russians, and Chinese aiding our enemies behind our backs,

Palestine funding and creating more terrorists, Iran making nukes while supporting and training terrorists, and North Korea's threat of nuclear war. My friends, this war is far, far from over. And this war involves everyone in the world, not just the USA. As the Russians are painfully realizing, this is a war against an enemy that hates freedom and democracy. I'll finish on these last two notes. The World has a choice to either confront this enemy or be conquered by it. We (Americans) have a choice this coming election to either go back to handling terrorism in pre-9/11 fashion (criminal cases), or confronting and defeating our enemies before they kill anymore innocent people. I know who I'm voting for, and I think you know who.