Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Love of Two Women; The Heart of One Man ❯ Chapter Six ( Chapter 6 )

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

A half-hour later Bulma felt the soft breeze of the night waft through the open balcony door, the white curtains blew to the side, allowing the moonlight to pore in over her body. Bulma stretched her arms over her head and yawned. Then she remembered where she was and what she had done and most of all, with whom. Bulma shook her head, maybe she had been dream, she hoped. Then Bulma reached out his hand for the other occupant on the bed and stiffened when she found it there. As warm as she could remember. Bulma sat up quickly, the sheet falling to her waist. She looked around the room, searching around with her eyes for her clothes. Her skirt hung on the chest in the corner of the room as her shirt lay in a puddle of glitter by the foot of the bed.

Vegeta woke up slowly as he noticed that the other occupant of the bed was well awake. "I see you are awake woman." Vegeta purred in Bulma's ear.

She hugged the blanket to her chest and smiled. "I am indeed."

"How are you feeling?" He asked her.

"Sore." Confessed Bulma.

Vegeta laughed. "Lay back." He ordered.

Bulma obeyed as he began to massage her back. "Mmmm." She sighed contently.

Vegeta groaned as she arched her back up; her butt passed his member as she lay back down. He was still naked. So was she. That was when he was sure that last night had not been on intense wet dream; it had been so real.

"You were so good." She groaned.

"Oh?" Vegeta asked teasing her with his lips on hers slightly.

"The absolute best."

Vegeta turned to Bulma seriously. "Stay with me the night."

The tiles above on the ceiling became very interesting to her then. "No."

"Why?"

There was a silence that could have been sliced open with a butcher's knife. The tension was suffocating between them.

"I think I should be getting home." Bulma said getting out of bed with some of the cover still on her body.

"What's the rush woman?" Vegeta asked her honestly.

Bulma looked back at him; she no longer cared if he had taken to calling her woman. In fact she liked it when he said it; it sounded cute.

"Oh come on now, I've been here for Kami knows how long." Bulma replied slipping on her silk panties that were on the floor next to her shirt. "And I didn't even get my interview done."

Vegeta tugged at her slender waist. "Then stay." He muttered to her playfully.

Bulma rolled her eyes as she clasped on her bra. "Vegeta, I have to get home. My mom will wonder what happened to me."

Vegeta looked at her indifferently and let go of her waist.

Bulma bent down. `Damn wench she does a good job in hiding what she's got.' He thought, as he watched her pull herself up right again slipping her shirt over her shoulders.

"Speaking of mothers, what will yours think? I mean I did kinda scream somewhat." Bulma muttered shyly.

Bulma walked over to the other end of the room where her skirt lay as Vegeta answered her.

"Oh that," Vegeta asked her. "Well she's use to it by now." He replied offhandedly.

At that, Bulma turned to Vegeta as fast as she could, releasing the silk sheet from her body. "What number am I?" She inquired almost scared to know the number.

Vegeta didn't respond.

"What number!?" Bulma yelled.

Vegeta glanced at Bulma's by now dressed figure. "I've lost count."

"You WHAT? You lost count? Oh you pig!" Bulma screamed softly as a lone tear finally escaping from her eyes. She watched him through narrowed eyes as he slipped on some shorts.

Vegeta walked up to her and as his coarse hand reached up and with his thumb wiped the tear away.

"I didn't know that it mattered to you. I thought that this is what you wanted, a one night." Vegeta said to her casually.

"No Vegeta, that's not what I wanted. I wanted more." Bulma said.

"I know about wanting more, I invented the concept. The question, woman, is how much more?" Vegeta dared to ask her.

"I was willing to give you everything, my heart; I would have expected the same from you." She blinked out a couple of tears

Vegeta sighed. "I would have just added your heart to the ever growing collection I have."

"Woman please don't react like this." Vegeta said not even knowing why he cared. "You knew about me from around the school, by now you should know my reputation." He paused to look at her. "You knew all the girls that want me and all the girls I've fucked. It shouldn't have been a surprise to you."

Bulma nodded to him, but said nothing more. She took her notebook from his desk and walked to his front door. Bulma looked back at the boy behind her standing there watching her. Then when she looked back to the door that same boy stood there blocking her way.

"Don't leave." He said so softly that, were it not for his moving lips, Bulma would have thought she was losing her hearing.

Bulma tried to stop the tears from running down her cheeks. "Why?" Was all she could say.

"Not because I'm asking you to," Vegeta began honestly. "But because you want to."

Bulma was choking back on her own tears. "I can't."

She reached for the doorknob and pulled the door open slightly. Vegeta leaned back and shut the door once more.

"I promised myself that after Terra, there, there would never be anyone else. Not after she was such a bitch. But believe me when I tell you this," Vegeta paused to look at her dead in the eyes. "Bulma. I was prepared for everything in life that ever decided to come my way." He paused again. "Except you."

Bulma felt her tears come to a halt.

"So say that you'll stay." Vegeta finished.

She turned her head to the side, not wanting to look him in the face.

"Fine," Vegeta admitted defeat. "But do me a favor."

Bulma refused to look back. Vegeta curved Bulma's chin so that her incessant cerulean eyes were level with ebony eyes.

"What do you want?" Bulma snapped.

"Come to my game." Vegeta said to her.

Bulma glared at him. "I'll think about it."

Vegeta seemed to be somewhat pleased with Bulma's answer.

"Then I'll see you there."

Bulma never answered as she pushed Vegeta out of her way and walked out. Not once looking back.

Friday after school Bulma walked to the field and sat in the lower bleachers to wait for the game to begin. Before it started Vegeta walked over to her and he smiled at Bulma softly.

"Well, well, well, woman you did show up." Vegeta said with a hit on cynicism in his deep voice.

"I'm here, aren't I? I hope you guys play a great game." Bulma said unresponsively.

"How about I dedicate this game for you?" Vegeta asked giving her a sexy smirk.

"Fine." Bulma said. "If you lose, you never speak to me and what happened between us ever again."

Vegeta winced, was he ready to take that risk? Well he had never lost a game this season but he could always lose. Then again if he didn't agree Bulma would walk out on him.

"Alright woman, and if we win you have to talk to me."

Bulma rolled her eyes. "Yes Vegeta."

"Ouji!" The couch called to Vegeta.

"I'll be there, old man!" he screamed back. He turned to Bulma. "Is it a deal?"

Bulma nodded. He gave her hand a squeeze and ran back to the team. She couldn't help but wonder how they would end up; after all, their relationship depended on it.

Thirty minutes had passed; the game was in its last few minutes. The teams were tied; Orange Star High had 35 points as did Red Comet High. Bulma was at the edge of her seat then wondering who would win.

"The ball is passed from number 43 to number 23, Comets are gaining the win." The announcer boomed.

The loyal fans of Organ Star High sighed.

"Oh wait what is this? Number 12 has stolen the ball; Stars are back in the game."

The uproar in the crowd was almost deafening. Yamcha had stolen the ball and was running towards his goal without much trouble, which was until he was stuck in a jam of three men from the opposite team. Yamcha looked around; the only open player was Vegeta, that selfish bastard. There was no way in hell that Yamcha was going to let Vegeta win the game again. Every win that they had made that season was because of Vegeta, and now it was his time to shine. It was his turn.

Vegeta watched the fool stand there, the ball under his left foot as he thought of what to do. Why that little fool was just standing there, doing nothing was beyond him. Vegeta cursed at Yamcha mentally. `Fucking fool, I'm open!' Vegeta thought, he almost screamed it.

Yamcha and Vegeta locked eyes; Yamcha gave him a look that said `there is no way you're going to get this ball'. There was a small gap between the boys blocking Yamcha. There was a one in a hundred chance that if he took that shot he would make the goal. If he didn't take that shot they could lose the game or worse yet, Vegeta could get the ball again. Yamcha was willing to take any type of chance just as long as Vegeta didn't wind up winning the game again, even if that meant losing.

Time was now against Yamcha, if he didn't make a move soon he could lose the chance to win the game. Yamcha got off from standing on the ball and kicked it forward slightly, then he sent it hurling towards the small gap where the boys were not standing. Startled by the ball that was speeding towards them they all moved out of the way, allowing Yamcha's shot to get by and score the winning goal as time was suddenly up.

Even if he had won the game, he had still lost something else. He looked towards the girl in the audience, the blue haired beauty, and decided that he would deal with that later.

Vegeta stood there, not believing what his eyes had just seen. Would he had not been present he wouldn't have believed this in Monday morning's paper. Then, the crowed went into an up roar of cheers for Yamcha, not for Vegeta but for once, for Yamcha. Vegeta watched as many of the other players took Yamcha onto their shoulders and carried him off into the locker room. Vegeta sent one look at Bulma who sat there, in shock, before he ran off into the locker room.

Upon entering the heavy doors of the boy's locker room Vegeta was thrown face first into a file of lockers by an unknown force. Then finally when Vegeta looked back he was fact to face with Yamcha who was sneering down on his tattered figure.

"You thought that you had game, huh Vegeta?" He asked in a tone of voice Vegeta didn't like very much. It was cold and mocking.

Vegeta rolled his eyes. If that fool wanted to start something Vegeta hoped he had the balls to finish it. Vegeta cracked his knuckles under force that would have broken anyone else's fingers, but he could withstand that and more. The boy opposite of Yamcha narrowed his eyes until they were small slits of coal.

"You fucking fool, do you know who you are messing with?" Vegeta hissed.

Yamcha was hushed. "I do not really care, Vegeta. You might be the most popular boy in school, but that don't mean shit to me. What's between us is more than school standings." Yamcha replied walking closer and closer to Vegeta.

Vegeta was interested. "Whatever do you plan to do about this then?"

Yamcha charged at Vegeta with his balled up fist. "Finish you." Yamcha murmured and flung his fist towards Vegeta. It hit Vegeta on the bottom lip allowing a ribbon of scarlet blood to flow down Vegeta's cheek.

By then Yamcha had then closed most of the space between him and the shorter and much stronger boy before him. They were so close that he could hear Vegeta breathe. Vegeta then turned the tables of their confrontation. He took hold of Yamcha's soccer jersey in his hands tightly then lifted Yamcha to the point where Yamcha's lips were even with Vegeta's eyes. Vegeta looked up at Yamcha.

"Listen you bastard, if you are going to do anything to harm me, which I doubt you can, do it now." Vegeta threatened.

Yamcha gulped. "She doesn't want you!" Yamcha tried to scream but was at a loss of air.

Vegeta loosened his hold on Yamcha's neck. Yamcha let out a deep gasp for air. "What do you mean?"

"You know what I mean, Vegeta!" Yamcha declared. "Bulma is only with you to get her story, that's all."

Vegeta then decided it was time for Yamcha to stop his senseless conversation. "Shut your fucking mouth if you wish to keep it."

Yamcha grew silent.

Vegeta set him down.

"You know I'm right, don't you?" Yamcha asked as Vegeta began to walk away.

Vegeta turned to Yamcha. He said nothing, only sent him a glare that could have melted the mountains. With that Vegeta flung the door open, he was blinded with the thick rage that was all around him. But nothing could have blinded him from the sight before him, although somehow he wished he were blind.