Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Love of Two Women; The Heart of One Man ❯ Chapter Three ( Chapter 3 )

*So I see that many people are hating on Terra. Well I don't blame any of you; she seems like a bitch doesn't she? However that is the role that she is meant to play for the moment, in good time she shall be dealt with. Just sit tight and enjoy because for now, Jen and I aren't going anywhere.

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Thanks to Adri-San, Lei-Chan, Blue and everyone and anyone else that might review later. Lei-Chan and Adri-San never fail me and now Jen. So if you wanna see this keep going, keep on reviewing.

The sad fact remains that neither Jen nor I own anything that is DBZ. We only own this story and of course Terra. She is own character and not part of DBZ. The rest isn't ours, why would it be.

~LadyB.

The love of two women; the heart of one man. Chapter three.

`That Yamcha...if I ever see his cheating face again, I swear I'll murder him! Then I'll wake him up just to beat him to death again! That fucking asshole.' Bulma thought to herself.

He had tried to push himself on her again, what a surprise. Since she had ignored him at Vegeta's lunch he thought that he could get some afterwards. It was to his surprise that Bulma pushed him off when he tried again. That was what convinced him that she didn't like him any more. He had held her back, forcing himself onto her and kissing her forcefully. Then the bell had rung. Bulma had tried to run to class but she knew that she would be late either way.

Bulma walked up to her fifth period ten minutes late. She sighed before knocking on the door; she had never been late to one of her classes in her whole life. Even if working for the school paper covered all of her lateness, she had never had need to use that power. Bulma's hand was shaking as she made her hand over the wood of the door; here went nothing.

The door was opened seconds later; her teacher looked at her with curiosity.

"Bulma," Her teacher said to her. "Why are you late?" She asked.

Bulma looked at the older, African-American woman before her. "I was with the," Bulma paused thinking of what to say. "I was working on the paper." She explained.

Ms. Atkins smiled as she let Bulma in. "Alright girl, but try to be on time next time you hear?" She called to Bulma as she let Bulma entered the classroom.

As Bulma walked in she felt eyes all over her; some stares were good, others bad, others indifferent. There was one rather indifferent stare coming to her from the back of the room. That's when she looked up to find herself glancing at Vegeta, Mr.-Pain-In-The-Ass himself. Bulma turned her head to the side as continued to look at Vegeta, why hadn't she noticed him so much before and why couldn't she look away?

"Uh, suga, you gonna wanna take a seat there." The teacher said as she walked to the front of the room.

Bulma blushed a furious red as she sat down four rows away from Vegeta. He said in the back, near the teacher's desk and the computers, while she sat in the front of the room, dead in front of the board.

"Oh no baby, you don't sit there no more, I moved you seat back here honey." Mr. Atkins said.

Bulma then looked confused. "Why?"

"Because Adriana wanted to sit up front." She said pointing to the girl with long black standing next to her.

Bulma looked at her and nodded. "Now where might I sit?" She asked.

"In Adriana's old seat." Ms. Atkins answered leading Bulma to a seat in front of none other than Vegeta.

Bulma went blue in the face. "You can't seriously mean I have to sit in front of that!" Bulma screamed.

Vegeta looked up at her. "Listen wench, no body wants you to sit back here." He said looking back at a blonde girl and her twin brother with long black hair.

How one of them had gotten blonde hair and the other raven black hair was beyond Bulma. Things these days were never normal anymore.

"I don't mind her." the blonde said unemotionally. "It might be nicer to get to know someone other than you!" She said to Vegeta.

Vegeta looked at the boy to his side.

"Hey I don't mind her either; it's actually a good change." He said.

"Juunana-gou, you really are a dumb ass, almost dumber than Kakkarot." Vegeta mumbled.

"I am not dumb!" Goku protested.

The blonde laughed.

"Oh shut the hell up Juuhachi-gou!" Juunana-gou screamed at her.

Bulma gulped and took a seat in front of Vegeta. Now she saw why Adriana wanted to move her seat to the back the front of the room.

"Now then class, listen up." Ms. Atkins said taking her usual position at the front of the room up to a stool. "You will be doing a report," Before she could finish the class irrupted into fits of groans.

She rolled her deep brown eyes and huffed. "I didn't ask ya'll to talk! Where did ya'll hear talk?"

"No where, yet we still did it, did we not?" Vegeta asked underneath his breath as he slumped down in his chair.

Ms. Atkins picked her head up at Vegeta's rude statement.

"Mr. Ouji, you mind saying that louder?" She asked him loudly.

Vegeta rolled his ebony eyes at her. That only earned him a smile from the teacher before him.

"Sorry to put you on blast boo-boo." Mocked Ms. Atkins using the nickname that she had once heard Terra use for him.

The class erupted into a roar of laughter.

Vegeta went pink in the cheeks as he looked away. "Bitch." He muttered through his clenched teeth.

The teacher's smile only widened. "Mr. Ouji, wait for me outside." Ms. Atkins said with a false smile.

"How about no." Vegeta suggested sitting up.

Ms. Atkins narrowed her eyes, losing her gleam of humor that was in her voice. "What did you just say Vegeta? I said go outside."

"Well I didn't stutter?" Vegeta asked.

The class got deadly silent.

Bulma smacked her head into her palm; she could tell that sitting next to Vegeta would bring her nothing but trouble.

"Little boy, you not grown!" Ms. Atkins said. "Until you is grown you listen to me and your teachers and your mama."

Vegeta scoffed. "Who died and declared you Queen Bitch?"

That was the last straw, the teacher picked up her cell phone and dialed Vegeta's number. "Get outside now Vegeta Ouji and I mean now!"

Vegeta shrugged and took his stuff with him. Bulma shook her head, why did he have to get in trouble; he could have kept his mouth shut. As if he read Bulma's mind, Vegeta winked at her and he gave her his trade mark smirk. She felt her resting knees buck.

The teacher walked out of the door with Vegeta not far behind.

Bulma watched him leave the room; what a figure he had. Although short he had broad shoulders with a matching chest full of muscles. The young girl could only smile as he walked away, Kami he was turning her into a giggling schoolgirl, even if she was one. She wondered then what it would be like to have him hold her, take her by the shoulders and protect her. Her thoughts were racing as she began to feel almost lightheaded. She had never had anyone give her that feeling before but whatever it was, she liked it. Suddenly she was snatched back into reality by a hand on her shoulder.

"Don't let him drag you around like every other girl in this school." The soothing feminine voice said.

Bulma shook her head and turned around to face the blonde behind her. "W-what do you mean? I don't even know him." Bulma stuttered.

The other girl shook her head. "You don't have to, he works his charm one to many times on other people and believe me girl he will do it to you."

Bulma turned her head to the side, earnestly interested in what the blonde was saying. "Who are you?" Bulma asked.

"Oh, I'm Juuhachi-gou." She said extending her hand over Bulma's desk.

Bulma took her hand into her own and shook it gently. "I'm Bulma Briefs."

Juuhachi-gou smiled. "Nothing personal but everyone knows who you are."

Bulma was then perplexed. "Why would that be something personal?"

"Because, not everything that is said about you is good." Juuhachi-gou explained.

Bulma nodded, she knew that for a fact very well. "I do know."

Juuhachi-gou turned to Bulma and eyed her seriously. "I do not know what rumors about you are true. I do not know you well enough. But I do know I do not want anyone, whether it is you or anyone else, to get hurt by Vegeta's arrogance and pride. Be careful." Juuhachi-gou warned. "He isn't worth it."

Bulma nodded her head. She thanked the blonde and turned away just in time that the teacher was walking back with Vegeta at her side.

"Mr. Ouji I have had enough of you." Ms. Atkins said trying to scold him silently. "I am going up to the dean's office and get security and have them take you away." She hissed.

"I'll invite you too." Vegeta said, he turned and walked back to his seat behind Bulma as if nothing had happened.

There was a moment where Vegeta simply sat at his desk silently, not saying a word or even looking at anyone. Bulma gathered that he might have been too tired to. But that moment of silence and serenity was quickly shattered when a pretty girl with long raven hair walked by Bulma and knelt down before Vegeta's desk. Bulma looked at her, she almost looked like Adriana, now that she thought of it, she was.

"Vegeta." Adriana said.

Vegeta glanced down at Adriana, he knew her as one of Terra's friends. "What do you want?"

Adriana took a good look at Vegeta. "It was wrong what you did to Terra."

"What do you mean?" Vegeta asked earnestly. "I didn't do a thing to her!"

Adriana rolled her eyes. "It's alright Vegeta; Terra told me that you blew her off for Bulma."

Bulma's head picked up at the sound of her name.

"No, not really." Vegeta said to Adriana.

He hated it when Terra sent her friends to talk to him, she was much too scared to talk to him herself and that bothered him. Why Terra could be all up in everyone's face and scared of him, was beyond him totally. Terra was one of the people that he wondered about; she was a personal case of mysteries. One moment she could have been lovey-dovey with him in the hallway and the next she could have been yelling at him. Patterns in her behavior were unheard of; she was just a bundle of surprises.

"Tell Terra that if she wishes to know where we stand then have her ask me herself." Vegeta stated cleanly to Adriana.

Adriana shook her head full of long black hair almost like Terra's only without the green streaks. "You really are a bastard. First you diss her for some other chick and then you won't even talk to her?" Adriana asked. "Just a pussy."

Vegeta's attention picked up. "What did you just call me woman?" He inquired roughly from Adriana.

She shrugged. "I know that I didn't stutter." She stated simply, using Vegeta's terminology.

Vegeta got up from his chair nearly pushing Adriana onto the floor completely. "Where is Terra?"

Adriana looked towards the back of the room and then looked away quickly as if she saw something she wasn't sure what to make of. "She is in the back of the room."

Vegeta said nothing; he merely walked back there.

The usual flock of girls that hung around Terra's desk was there only this time there seemed to be some boys there too. Vegeta could only wonder what was going on.

He stopped before anyone could see him walking towards Terra's desk; he wanted to see what was going on first.

"Oh girl, he is so dreamy." He could hear a girl say.

Vegeta smirked; it was so like Terra to brag about him after every one of his big events.

"He seems sooooo much better than ol' Vege-head." Someone else chimed in.

At this Vegeta got confused, if they weren't talking about him then who? He walked closer and took a seat behind some girl that stood blocking him.

"Where did you meet him n-e-wayz?" Someone else asked.

Vegeta awaited Terra's answer. "Well I met Ya-chan a while ago, when he said he was just with his trifling girlfriend."

Vegeta thought about it, who was this Yamcha again? Then he remembered; Yamcha was that boy on his soccer team that sucked ass on the field and Bulma's boyfriend. Now then what were Terra and her bitches talking about? Why was Yamcha even in their conversation? Before he jumped to conclusions Vegeta wanted to listen in more. He pitied Terra's friends; he was right behind them listening into all of their conversation, which could mean their breakup, and they didn't even know about it. He shook his head and simply continued to listen to the conversation.

"Yeah, well you know it was worth meeting Terra." The one that they called Yamcha said. "Even if it meant cheating my girlfriend for a little bit." Yamcha finished.

Vegeta couldn't believe what he was hearing. Yamcha was admitting that he had cheated on Bulma and he still didn't know what Terra was doing there. Vegeta would just have to sit there and listen.

"I totally agree I mean Ya-Chan is so, loving, attentive, the perfect boyfriend." Those words had meant Terra's down fall; Vegeta took a stand and pushed his way past Terra's friends.

"What was that Terra?" Vegeta asked.

He could see his soon-to-be-ex-girlfriend pale. She had no idea that he had been sitting there the whole time, listening to her brag about her would be relationship with Yamcha while still with him. Vegeta shook his head slowly as he watched Terra try to struggle and keep together the little-left foundation of their relationship.

"Vegeta it's not what you think." Tried Terra, letting go of Yamcha's hands as if they were hot coals.

"Then what was it Terra, a game?" Vegeta asked Terra.

Terra looked down into her lap; her once cocky attitude leaving no trace as it disappeared. "Vegeta I just never thought that-"

"Never thought that I would catch you?" Vegeta asked. "Never thought that I would care?" He threw another question at her.

Terra stuttered as she tried to find her voice.

"Make up your mind bitch!" Vegeta yelled at her.

Terra narrowed her eyes at him. "No, how dare you call me a bitch and get angry with me while I'm with Yamcha when we both know what you were thinking of doing with that blue-haired bitch." Terra accused.

Vegeta knew that Terra was right, but she had no right to pin her unfaithfulness on Bulma's untimely presence in their degenerating relationship.

"Yes, it is true that I thought of her when with you." Vegeta admitted. "That was because your cheating ass was too busy thinking of Yamcha to focus on what our relationship was lacking."

Terra scoffed. "Please Vegeta, save the guilt speech for someone else. It was you that was too busy focusing on Bulma to notice we were falling apart." Terra paused to look up at him. "You left me no other choice."

"So cheating on me was the right thing to do?" Vegeta inquired.

Terra never answered.

"To think that here I was going to apologize to you double-crossing whore." Vegeta muttered mostly to himself.

Terra went soft at that. "You were going to, what?"

"Apologize. But now I am not. And to show you I am not playing around with you-" Vegeta broke off for a moment. "Bulma!" He called her name as if it were the only thing he knew.

Bulma, who had been listening to their shots as had the whole class, looked up.

"Come here woman." Vegeta said.

Not knowing what else to do Bulma got up and walked over to Vegeta.

Vegeta snatched a pen out of Adriana's hand and a sheet of paper out of Terra's notebook. He wrote down his address and phone number.

"This is my address and this is my cell phone number." Vegeta explained to her.

Terra's eyes widened. "I never knew you had a cell phone." She screamed.

"Well now you do." Vegeta tossed the remark at her as if it were dirty laundry. He turned back to Bulma with a softer look, if he could muster one. "You call me and come over, and then we'll get to work."

Bulma smiled and took the sheet of paper into her hands.

"To make it easier let's just work together." Bulma suggested knowing what Vegeta was getting at.

That was they would get to Terra and Yamcha, two fools with on sentence.

"Yes woman, we'll do that."

"That is if the teacher lets us-"

Vegeta rolled his eyes. "And even if she doesn't let us, let's do it n-e-wayz. You're worth the trouble."

Bulma blushed at Vegeta's bold complement and smiled back. With that Bulma and Vegeta walked away leaving Yamcha and Terra with their mouths wide open.

At that moment Ms. Atkins decided to show up, alone, without the security. She frowned as she watched Vegeta and Bulma take their seats at the back of the room.

"Vegeta you are one lucky child, they weren't available." Ms. Atkins said taking a seat.

Vegeta snickered. "What can I say; Lady Luck has a liking for me."

Ms. Atkins' frown deepened. "Boy you really like pushing your luck with life, don't you?"

"As much as the next man." Vegeta responded.

Ms. Atkins looked at Bulma; Bulma was uncomfortably listening as the teacher and student fought senselessly. Ms. Atkins noticed just how different the one was from the other, her best student and her worse student so near each other yet so unaware of the other's presence. She smiled as an idea dawned on her.

"Ms. Briefs," She called.

Bulma faced Ms. Atkins. "Yes?"

"How would you like to work with Mr. Ouji?"

Bulma turned around to face Vegeta; he smirked.

"It sounds perfect." Vegeta replied to the teacher.

Ms. Atkins was mystified, didn't those to hate each other? She shook her head and thought of other things. She got up and walked to the front of the room to teach the class.

Bulma and Vegeta looked at each other for one moment longer than they should have. There they were, hating each other and willing to work together solely for the sake to plague the life of two other people. Unknown to the two, the perfect partnership had just begun.