Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Bulma in Me ❯ Chapter 9
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Cordelialove 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 04.29.2008 | Pages: 3 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 270 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 04.29.2008 | Pages: 3 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 270 | Status: Work In Progress
Chapter 9
“Ohhh….” I groaned. “My head…” I slowly sat up, wondering why I was on the floor, but that thought was quickly discarded as I covered my mouth, racing to the bathroom.
I sat on the tiles after what felt like forever, resting my head against the cool toilet bowl.
It was my first hangover ever. And it was a doozy.
I rose on shaky legs and headed for the shower, the need to scrub every part of me was overwhelming.
All I could remember from the night prior was dancing with Yamcha.
How did I end up in my room? And on the floor?
I needed to call Chichi. But at the moment all I could think about was my throbbing head.
I finished my shower and changed into a pair of pj shorts and a black tank top. I would spend the day in loungewear and pray that hangovers didn’t last more than a day.
I made my way downstairs slowly, each footstep pounding in my head. The sunlight was blinding me. When I finally made it to the kitchen I silently rejoiced in the fact that I was all alone. I couldn’t take an encounter right now with his “royal jerkiness”.
I located the pain relievers and took a handful of them to my mouth. Then I grabbed a bottle of water and began drinking greedily. I had read somewhere that hangovers were due to dehydration, and I was very eager for this one to end.
I grabbed a plate of the prepared breakfast on the counter and noticed absently that none of it had been touched and it was well past 11am.
“Guess he wasn’t hungry.” I muttered, before realizing that neither was I.
I suppressed the urge to run back to the bathroom at the sight of the pancakes and eggs before me. Ordinarily I LOVED pancakes, but it seemed today was not going to be a day for food.
I softly padded into the theatre and absently programmed a comedy to start. I wasn’t completely interested in watching it, but I needed to lie down and I needed something to stare at.
Half an hour into the movie I heard the side door open and close and sat up to see a very sweaty Vegeta walk into the kitchen.
‘Great.’ I thought. ‘Time for some sparring.’
But to my complete surprise, he took one look at me, his expression vacant, and went right back outside without touching the food.
And Saiyans loved food.
‘Why is he acting so strange?’
I decided to find out.
With one hand to my head, I achingly made my way outside into the too bright sun. The gravity room wasn’t far but in the bright light of day it felt like miles. I made my way over and hit the off switch, signaling the door to open and ending his session.
The loud roar from inside told me he wasn’t happy about it.
As the door slid open he marched up to me.
“What do you want now, woman?”
“What? What do you mean, now? I haven’t talked to you in almost two days, asshole!” I was in no mood.
He gaped at me for a minute, confusion written on his face, and then the smirk returned.
“Well, it appears you’re as bad at holding your liquor as you are at cooking. You don’t remember your drunken stupor last night?”
Oh no. Something had happened last night. And I couldn’t remember!
Oh God. “Did…uh, did something happen last night, Vegeta?” Suddenly my voice was barely a whisper. Oh God. Oh God.
He didn’t answer. Instead he smirked, gave me wink, and closed the GR door.
I turned around, confusion increasing my migraine ten fold, and then I covered my face in my hands and moaned. It was all coming back.
I had kissed him! I remembered now, I threw myself at him like an idiot! As if his ego wasn’t big enough!
I ran from the GR, my face hot with shame. I finally reached the kitchen and the bell rang.
Not now.
I reluctantly headed for the entrance and groaned when I saw the outline of Yamcha’s hair through the window.
I leaned against the door.
“Go away, Yamcha!”
“Bulma? Please let me in, listen I was wasted last night…”
“I don’t care, Yamcha! We’re through!”
There was another voice.
“You have the nerve to come back here?”
Vegeta.
I flung the door open.
They stood facing each other, each poised to fight. Vegeta was going to kill him.
“Yamcha!” He turned at that.
“Bulma, will you call your dog off, already?”
Vegeta growled and looked from me to Yamcha.
“Woman, I suggest you make him leave, unless you want a dead ex boyfriend on your lawn.” He spit at Yamcha’s feet and glared at him, “I have killed men for less than his insults.” Vegeta looked about ready to explode.
I stepped in front of Yamcha.
“Just go.” I said, with as much force as I could manage. “It’s over.”
To my surprise, his brows drew together and he threw the flowers he had brought at my feet.
“Fine! Lord knows there are plenty of chicks in this town that would love to get what I have to offer. You’ll be sorry, babe.”
And with that he flew off into the sky, leaving me alone with Vegeta.
He raised an eyebrow at me.
“What?!” Even though I barely knew Yamcha, Bulma’s memories and emotions were flooding into my mind. I was on the verge of tears.
Vegeta just stared back at me, expressionless. Then he turned around and headed back towards the GR.
I stood there, trying to hold back the tears, trying to understand why Bulma would be upset about losing a jerk like Yamcha.
And yet, through the emotions, I could help but stare at that behind as Vegeta walked away.
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It was day 3 and I was still Bulma, though I still didn’t know if we were one or if I was just along for the ride. Either way, I decided to go and visit Goku to clear my head. I hadn’t seen him yet and he had proved to be a great friend on the show.
As I pulled up in my car I had to laugh at the sight that greeted me. Goku was apparently teaching Gohan to walk, but the more he tried the more it seemed like Goku might have been the one needing a teacher! He fell with the toddler so many times that eventually Chichi came outside and got him, concerned about scrapes.
“Oh he’ll be fine!” I heard Goku yell to her as I walked up.
“Goku” I grinned, “it’s so nice to see you.”
“Bulma, I’m so glad you came to visit.” He gave me a hug, but I was almost certain I saw something behind his eyes…something sad.
“Goku,” I waited until Chichi was back in the house with Gohan, “is everything all right…?” I asked.
He looked in my eyes then. Really looked. Then he smiled almost sorrowfully.
“Let’s take a walk.” He said.
About twenty minutes later we came to a flowing stream just before the forest. We sat down next to it, Goku dipping his feet in.
“Bulma…do you remember the last time we talked?” he asked.
I sifted through Bulma’s memories, but I had no recollection of a serious talk.
“Umm…not really…” I said. What was he getting at?
He was quiet for a long time. Then when he spoke again, his question shocked me.
“Who are you?”
I felt the blood drain from my face. My skin was tingling around my mouth. I tried to speak.
“W-what are you talking about, Goku?” My mouth felt like cotton.
He turned to me then, forced me to look him in the eyes, and he asked again.
I could feel the tears welling up.
“My name is Katie." I began to talk fast. "But I swear I didn’t do anything to hurt Bulma, I don’t even know how I got here!” I was almost hysterical now, terrified that he was going to kill me or something worse.
“It’s ok.” He said, shocking me again. “I know what happened.”
“Ohhh….” I groaned. “My head…” I slowly sat up, wondering why I was on the floor, but that thought was quickly discarded as I covered my mouth, racing to the bathroom.
I sat on the tiles after what felt like forever, resting my head against the cool toilet bowl.
It was my first hangover ever. And it was a doozy.
I rose on shaky legs and headed for the shower, the need to scrub every part of me was overwhelming.
All I could remember from the night prior was dancing with Yamcha.
How did I end up in my room? And on the floor?
I needed to call Chichi. But at the moment all I could think about was my throbbing head.
I finished my shower and changed into a pair of pj shorts and a black tank top. I would spend the day in loungewear and pray that hangovers didn’t last more than a day.
I made my way downstairs slowly, each footstep pounding in my head. The sunlight was blinding me. When I finally made it to the kitchen I silently rejoiced in the fact that I was all alone. I couldn’t take an encounter right now with his “royal jerkiness”.
I located the pain relievers and took a handful of them to my mouth. Then I grabbed a bottle of water and began drinking greedily. I had read somewhere that hangovers were due to dehydration, and I was very eager for this one to end.
I grabbed a plate of the prepared breakfast on the counter and noticed absently that none of it had been touched and it was well past 11am.
“Guess he wasn’t hungry.” I muttered, before realizing that neither was I.
I suppressed the urge to run back to the bathroom at the sight of the pancakes and eggs before me. Ordinarily I LOVED pancakes, but it seemed today was not going to be a day for food.
I softly padded into the theatre and absently programmed a comedy to start. I wasn’t completely interested in watching it, but I needed to lie down and I needed something to stare at.
Half an hour into the movie I heard the side door open and close and sat up to see a very sweaty Vegeta walk into the kitchen.
‘Great.’ I thought. ‘Time for some sparring.’
But to my complete surprise, he took one look at me, his expression vacant, and went right back outside without touching the food.
And Saiyans loved food.
‘Why is he acting so strange?’
I decided to find out.
With one hand to my head, I achingly made my way outside into the too bright sun. The gravity room wasn’t far but in the bright light of day it felt like miles. I made my way over and hit the off switch, signaling the door to open and ending his session.
The loud roar from inside told me he wasn’t happy about it.
As the door slid open he marched up to me.
“What do you want now, woman?”
“What? What do you mean, now? I haven’t talked to you in almost two days, asshole!” I was in no mood.
He gaped at me for a minute, confusion written on his face, and then the smirk returned.
“Well, it appears you’re as bad at holding your liquor as you are at cooking. You don’t remember your drunken stupor last night?”
Oh no. Something had happened last night. And I couldn’t remember!
Oh God. “Did…uh, did something happen last night, Vegeta?” Suddenly my voice was barely a whisper. Oh God. Oh God.
He didn’t answer. Instead he smirked, gave me wink, and closed the GR door.
I turned around, confusion increasing my migraine ten fold, and then I covered my face in my hands and moaned. It was all coming back.
I had kissed him! I remembered now, I threw myself at him like an idiot! As if his ego wasn’t big enough!
I ran from the GR, my face hot with shame. I finally reached the kitchen and the bell rang.
Not now.
I reluctantly headed for the entrance and groaned when I saw the outline of Yamcha’s hair through the window.
I leaned against the door.
“Go away, Yamcha!”
“Bulma? Please let me in, listen I was wasted last night…”
“I don’t care, Yamcha! We’re through!”
There was another voice.
“You have the nerve to come back here?”
Vegeta.
I flung the door open.
They stood facing each other, each poised to fight. Vegeta was going to kill him.
“Yamcha!” He turned at that.
“Bulma, will you call your dog off, already?”
Vegeta growled and looked from me to Yamcha.
“Woman, I suggest you make him leave, unless you want a dead ex boyfriend on your lawn.” He spit at Yamcha’s feet and glared at him, “I have killed men for less than his insults.” Vegeta looked about ready to explode.
I stepped in front of Yamcha.
“Just go.” I said, with as much force as I could manage. “It’s over.”
To my surprise, his brows drew together and he threw the flowers he had brought at my feet.
“Fine! Lord knows there are plenty of chicks in this town that would love to get what I have to offer. You’ll be sorry, babe.”
And with that he flew off into the sky, leaving me alone with Vegeta.
He raised an eyebrow at me.
“What?!” Even though I barely knew Yamcha, Bulma’s memories and emotions were flooding into my mind. I was on the verge of tears.
Vegeta just stared back at me, expressionless. Then he turned around and headed back towards the GR.
I stood there, trying to hold back the tears, trying to understand why Bulma would be upset about losing a jerk like Yamcha.
And yet, through the emotions, I could help but stare at that behind as Vegeta walked away.
************************************************************ ******************
It was day 3 and I was still Bulma, though I still didn’t know if we were one or if I was just along for the ride. Either way, I decided to go and visit Goku to clear my head. I hadn’t seen him yet and he had proved to be a great friend on the show.
As I pulled up in my car I had to laugh at the sight that greeted me. Goku was apparently teaching Gohan to walk, but the more he tried the more it seemed like Goku might have been the one needing a teacher! He fell with the toddler so many times that eventually Chichi came outside and got him, concerned about scrapes.
“Oh he’ll be fine!” I heard Goku yell to her as I walked up.
“Goku” I grinned, “it’s so nice to see you.”
“Bulma, I’m so glad you came to visit.” He gave me a hug, but I was almost certain I saw something behind his eyes…something sad.
“Goku,” I waited until Chichi was back in the house with Gohan, “is everything all right…?” I asked.
He looked in my eyes then. Really looked. Then he smiled almost sorrowfully.
“Let’s take a walk.” He said.
About twenty minutes later we came to a flowing stream just before the forest. We sat down next to it, Goku dipping his feet in.
“Bulma…do you remember the last time we talked?” he asked.
I sifted through Bulma’s memories, but I had no recollection of a serious talk.
“Umm…not really…” I said. What was he getting at?
He was quiet for a long time. Then when he spoke again, his question shocked me.
“Who are you?”
I felt the blood drain from my face. My skin was tingling around my mouth. I tried to speak.
“W-what are you talking about, Goku?” My mouth felt like cotton.
He turned to me then, forced me to look him in the eyes, and he asked again.
I could feel the tears welling up.
“My name is Katie." I began to talk fast. "But I swear I didn’t do anything to hurt Bulma, I don’t even know how I got here!” I was almost hysterical now, terrified that he was going to kill me or something worse.
“It’s ok.” He said, shocking me again. “I know what happened.”