Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Love of Two Women; The Heart of One Man ❯ Chapter Nine ( Chapter 9 )

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Note: Chi-Chi and Goku, 18 and Krillen will be coming into this later!!! Be patient please!! If you don't like this so far, leave, don't read. If you just want to see how it turns out, please, do continue reading.

~LadyB.

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

The article was about the VIP of Orange Star High's soccer team. When the school newspaper passed her desk with pictures of a crowd of more than half of the school pathetically cheering him on, she dismissed it as just that-pathetic. She continued to scan the article while her teacher drowned on and on about something that she wouldn't even remember, she was truly amused to read about how some other player did threaten to take his spot. The best writer in the school had staged it all. Interesting. Pathetic. Whatever.

She knew what the little bitch wanted from the VIP. By writing this flattering article she hoped that he would take her into his arms with open welcoming. She almost laughed out loud at the idea. Then with that she dumped the paper in the trashcan next to her and proceeded with the rest of her class.

Bulma walked down the halls of the school interloping her arm with Vegeta's right arm. She smiled brightly as he glared down at her, wondering why she was so happy.

"What in the name of Kami has you so pleased?" He asked Bulma.

Bulma looked rather startled. "Nothing really, I'm just...having a good day." Bulma replied.

Vegeta shook his head. "I have learned that women never have good days, they only say that when they want something." Vegeta considered.

Bulma looked up at Vegeta, oh yeah he was saying the truth. "Do you mean that?" She asked him.

"And why wouldn't I, woman?" Vegeta questioned.

Bulma shook her head at his answer as if she were expecting something else of him. "What makes you say that?"

"Terra and all of her bull shit." He replied quite normally.

"I think it's horrible that one woman could have changed your out look on all of woman-kind." Bulma said to Vegeta.

He didn't answer; instead he took a look at the school newspaper pined up on a wall. The picture of him and Terra in happier times was posted on the front cover. He shook his head and looked away.

Bulma stopped her walking partner. "Vegeta," Her voice dropped to a serious tone. "It doesn't bother me, it shouldn't bother you." She insisted as Vegeta's eyes were still posted on the picture of his lips interlocked with Terra's.

"It doesn't, crazy woman." He retorted hinting that he wanted nothing of the subject anymore. He began to walk once more.

"Alright Vegeta." Bulma said softly, mostly to herself.

"It's the happy couple!!" Came a loud voice behind them.

Vegeta turned to find Goku with his arms above his head in praise. This only earned a grunt from Vegeta and a happy smile from Bulma.

"Goku!" Bulma said releasing Vegeta's arm long enough to hug Goku. Vegeta watched with care as Goku hugged his woman.

"Ok, alright, that's enough Kakkarot back up." Vegeta said taking Bulma to his side once more.

"After what happened Friday night I figured this was to come." Goku announced walking with his friend.

"How'd you figure?" Vegeta asked Goku sarcastically.

Goku didn't catch his sardonically tone. "How did Terra take that?"

Vegeta loosened the décolletage of his shirt. "I don't know and I don't really care either." Vegeta said.

Bulma hugged onto his arm tighter. "Good." She muttered.

"Then don't look left." Goku tried to say mellifluously.

Vegeta picked up this low sound and turned, only to see Terra flirting shamelessly with Yamcha who held her waist as they took walked down the halls. They walked right past Bulma, Vegeta and Goku purposely. Terra shook her hips as she walked by and `accidentally' spilled her soda on Bulma's white shirt. Bulma shrieked. She stopped walking dead in her tracks and turned to Terra.

Before something got out of hand, Goku stood between both girls as Vegeta took Bulma into his arms, restraining her. Terra shot knives at her, however did nothing more than that. Everyone that was looking on thought that Terra would do more than just look, if anything they thought that would be the last thing she would have done to Bulma.

"Keep walking Terra." Vegeta hissed.

Bulma narrowed her eyes at Terra. "Yeah keep on walking bitch!"

Terra rolled her eyes and walked away, her work was done. Yamcha on the other hand stayed a moment longer, glancing at Bulma's wet chest through her white shirt. Terra yanked his arm in her hand.

"Yamcha, let's go!" She yelled as she pulled him away.

Goku laughed.

"Poor Yamcha doesn't know what he's getting himself into." Goku said through his laughs.

"It's the fool's choice to get involved with a bitch like Terra." Vegeta muttered, dismissing the conversation at hand.

"Vegeta has a point," Bulma seconded diplomatically. "If Yamcha is going to get himself into trouble because of Terra, why should any of us worry?"

Goku put his hand behind his head and scratched. "Uh, who was worrying?" He asked.

Bulma smacked him playfully on the chest. "Son-kun...don't you think that Chi-Chi might be looking for you?"

Goku raised on eyebrow at Bulma. "Uh...no I don't...think so..."

"Well go look, k? And tell her I said that we need to work together on our story, k?" Bulma asked sweetly.

Vegeta said nothing, he only watched.

"Alright B-Chan!" Goku said, a huge, childish smirk on his face. With his final word to Bulma he climbed down the stairs and walked off to meet Chi-Chi.

Once he was gone Bulma pushed Vegeta into the C building with her. "What the hell are you doing, woman?" He asked her.

She paused at his locker and leaned back. "I have class in this building next, and you're locker is right here. Why don't we just...talk here for a minute." Bulma suggested curling her hair around her finger.

Vegeta met her eyes; she wanted to do more than just `talk'. "Oh, I don't see the harm in that."

Bulma leaned back on the lockers behind her. "See what that wench did to my shirt?" Bulma asked looking down.

Vegeta smirked. "I see nothing wrong with it, if anything it's better." He said referring to the fact that since the soda had been clear it made the white shirt stick to Bulma's ever curve. Her breasts were practically all he could see at the moment. The shirt was suck under her breasts, making them even fuller, and the fact that they were all his, made him smile.

Bulma shook her head. "You would."

Rather than answering her comment with one of his own smart-ass remarks, Vegeta leaned forward and caught her mouth in his. A few moments later, he pulled back bit by bit, lingering in the kiss. "Why don't you come over tonight?" Vegeta asked pulling Bulma closer to him by the waist.

The people that passed by them could only look at their display of public affection.

Bulma giggled placing her index finger on his chest and drawing little circles with her finger over his powerfully built chest. "I'd love to..." She paused.

Before Bulma finished Vegeta cut her off. "What time should I tell my mom to go shopping?" Vegeta inquired playfully.

"Vegeta," Bulma began. "I said I would love to come over..."

Again Vegeta cut her off. "And I said what time should I tell my mother to go shopping."

"Oh Vegeta you didn't let me finish." Bulma finally said stopping all movement of her hands on his chest.

Vegeta paused; he loosened his hold on Bulma's waist. "Alright, woman, what is it?"

Bulma's eyes suddenly started to dart around. Vegeta thought that she even looked nervous. He let that slide.

"I-I wish I could come over. I can't." Said Bulma, lowering her head.

Vegeta picked her head up with his fingers under her chin. "Why not?"

"I have tons of homework because of my father and the newspaper." Bulma replied.

Vegeta looked at her, bewildered. "Why your father?"

Bulma laughed slightly. "Remember silly, he's my bio teacher." Responded Bulma sweetly. "He is, after all, the world's smartest man in the field of science."

Although her voice was sweet and convincing, Vegeta felt as if there were something else that she wasn't telling him. However, he wasn't going to press things with her now. "Yes I do remember." Came his monotonous reply.

"Well he gave me tons of work and I have to stay home and do all of the work. Oh Vege please believe that I would love to come over otherwise." She said.

Vegeta nodded. "Alright woman, but you still owe me for this." He retorted, his lips searching for hers once more.

They had time for one more kiss before Bulma jumped at the sound of the bell. "Um...Vege...um...lemme go." She said pulling her lips away from his.

Vegeta reluctantly did as told. "Woman," Vegeta started. "Why don't you just, cut a class or be late for once."

Bulma's eyes widened.

"Oh I'm sorry Ms. 4.0 GPA."

Bulma placed her hands on her hips. "Now you listen here Vegeta Ouji, Mr. VIP, or MVP, or whatever. That was last year!" She shot back. She paused and looked down. "This year it's 4.5."

Vegeta snickered. "And it would look so horrible if you were caught cutting any one of your classes with me."

"No-"

"Then do it!" He insisted starting to grab her hand.

Bulma took her hand away from his. "It wouldn't look bad if it were any class, but my father's class?! That would be practically begging to be caught red handed." Bulma protested.

Vegeta rolled his eyes, he didn't care.

"Maybe some other time."

Vegeta dropped his argument. "All right then, listen well woman. I'll be waiting for you, right here, when your class is over, ok?"

Bulma nodded.

Vegeta started getting closer to her ear; he stopped once he could feel Bulma shiver at his closeness. "Then you have to...`make it up' to me." He purred.

Bulma quivered. "O-ok." She stuttered.

"Ok then woman." Vegeta whispered catching her earlobe in mouth before he pulled away.

With that he was gone down the hall, walking to his classroom. Bulma slid back on the lockers behind her. Yamcha had never made her feel that way. The mere sound of Vegeta's voice made her knees buck. It took a lot more than simple touches and seductive words from Yamcha to get Bulma even thinking about loosing her will power to him. But with Vegeta, it was different, far more different. All he had to do was look at her one way, and Bulma could feel her knees buck and her palms start to get sweaty.

Just thinking of what Vegeta had done to her a minute ago had her shivering once more. Bulma was so trapped in her own thoughts that she didn't even see her own father open the door before her. Dr. Briefs looks down at his daughter.

"Bulma, are you cold?" He asked at her constant shaking.

Bulma looked up to find herself looking up at a man with silver-ish lavender hair. His pale blue eyes glanced down at her with concern in them. She remembered his question. Bulma hugged her arms with one another. "Somewhat." She lied.

Her father bolted the door to the wall so that it was left open for the other students to come inside. "Then come in Bulma, I'll turn some heat up and you can wear my jacket if you like."

Bulma arched an eyebrow at his suggestion. "Yes to the heater, you can keep your jacket father." Bulma said.

Dr. Briefs looked hurt for a moment. "B-because what if you get cold?" Bulma quickly added.

He smiled at his daughter's comment. "Thank you Bulma-Chan. Why don't you go take a seat by the heater?"

Bulma did just that as her father began to set up class.

The heat that was warming up behind Bulma's back was truly delicious. The way it warmed her back and all of her body after, it felt so relaxing. However, she thought, it was nothing compared to the heat that was given off when Vegeta's arms were wrapped around her. She sighed heavily. He made her feel so loved, so good. After men, no boys, like Yamcha she had forgotten that there could be men like Vegeta. While Vegeta wasn't as open as Yamcha, she would chose him over that shit Yamcha any day. Bulma even thought to herself that she might be in love.

Bulma could feel her eyes clouding up with tears. She pushed her tears away. All of those emotions, they were too much for her at the moment. But she knew that in due time they would fit just fine. She was, after all, Vegeta's girl now. That's what made hiding things from Vegeta all the worse...