Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Love of Two Women; The Heart of One Man ❯ Chapter Ten ( Chapter 10 )

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

As the bell rang Bulma was brought out of her daydream; her head snapped back to attention as her father dismissed the class for the day. Bulma gathered all of her books and prepared to leave the room, as tired as she was she didn't know if she could make it through the remainder of the day.

Bulma smoothed out her shirt while walking towards the door, knowing inside of her that Vegeta might have been outside waiting for her like he said. She shuttered at the thought that she would have to make up to him later.

"Bulma." Came an all-too-familiar voice from behind her. Bulma turned to be face to face with her father.

"Yeah?" She questioned not bothering to use the usual formality she held customary with her father.

Dr. Briefs set down his thick-rimmed glasses. "Bulma, I've noticed that you weren't paying much attention in class today." He lectured.

Bulma sighed heavily; she couldn't deny the fact that she was far more interested in Vegeta then what her father had to say about reputation of molecules. "I'm sorry dad," The formality found its way back into her voice. "I'm just not feeling well." She lied.

Dr. Briefs eyed his daughter. He placed his hand on her forehead. "You don't seem to running a fever, while you do seem a bit flushed."

Bulma pulled back from her father. "I'll be find, dad. You don't need to worry."

Just as his daughter was going to walk out of the room, Dr. Briefs stopped her. "But I do worry." He replied.

Bulma snapped. "I don't ask you to." She said in sudden unknown anger.

Dr. Briefs ran his hand through his lavender and sliver hair. "We'll talk more at dinner, you'll be late to class if you stay here now."

Bulma shook her head. "Not that I had any plans of staying, but I won't be home tonight." Bulma snapped rather loudly.

Her father was in awe. "Why not young lady?" Her father demanded.

Bulma sent one longing look towards the door and then back at her father. She knew that people outside could hear her arguing with her father. That thought embarrassed her.

Bulma huffed loudly. "You know why!"

Still, her father said nothing.

"I'm going out with Kenji." Bulma retorted. "Remember you were the one that insisted that I do."

After a moment Dr. Briefs remember what his daughter was talking about. A smile of remembrance crossed the elderly man's face. "Of course I remember now." He said to his daughter.

Bulma leaned back on the desk, crossing the bottom of her ankles together. "Now then, father, is that alright with you?" She questioned.

He nodded. "Of course it is."

Hugging her books closer to her chest Bulma turned to leave once more. "Good. I will be home later then agreed."

Dr. Briefs placed his glasses over his eyes once more and turned to the chalkboard besides him. He took a piece in his hand and began to write something for his next class. "Alright Bulma." He said monotonously.

Without saying goodbye Bulma headed for the door and walked out, never thinking of looking back at her father. She was angry beyond compare towards her father. He was always trying to treat her differently in class, just because she was his daughter didn't mean that he could treat her like she was suppose to do something incredible. He was always making her stand out; he always liked to hear what she had to say. Bulma walked out of the room, gladly thinking that she didn't have to see her father for a couple of hours. Something else that pissed her off was the fact that if she got lower than an `A' her father would be riding her for days as to why she hadn't studied. He was always looking in on her at home and at school. Bulma felt as if there were no escape from him whatsoever.

In her anger Bulma failed to see that someone had been standing in front of her until she had bumped into the person. Bulma dropped her books to the floor.

"Oh gomen." Bulma said as she bent down to pick up her books. Finally when she looked up she found herself eye to eye with her boyfriend.

"Stupid woman," Vegeta muttered. "Watch where you're going."

Bulma sighed heavily. "Hey." She replied softly.

"What kept you so long woman?" He asked.

After taking all of her books off of the ground Bulma walked side to side with Vegeta. "My father wanted to talk to me." Bulma responded.

Vegeta nodded. "Alright."

Bulma turned to him. "I'm sorry to keep you, even if you don't care." She giggled.

Vegeta abruptly stopped. "Are you still busy tonight?" He asked out of the blue.

Bulma was confused. "Of course," Bulma paused. "Why wouldn't I be?" She asked lifting one of her thin blue eyebrows.

Vegeta shook his head, hinting that he wanted nothing more to do with the subject. "I was just checking, maybe you changed your mind." He mused.

Bulma smiled woefully at her boyfriend. How she hated to lie to him...

"Veggie, I know how much it means to you, but I can't talk my way out of my homework." Bulma replied apologetically.

There was something in Vegeta's eyes that Bulma simply could not place. It was a look between anger, betrayal and even hurt. She couldn't understand the glare; they had only been together for a few days. Would they have been together for a longer time then maybe Bulma would have understood what Vegeta was thinking.

"If that's what you say that you have to do woman, then I will not be dependent of you." Vegeta walked up to Bulma and wound his arm around her waist. "Maybe some other night." He muttered in her ear pinching her bottom.

Bulma blushed bright red again.

"I know Veggie, I know." Bulma replied.

They began to walk together down the hall.

"What class do you have now, Veggie?" Bulma questioned, trying to be conversational.

Vegeta glanced at Bulma then forward once more. If he wasn't going to tell her then fine, he wasn't going to bring it up. But he knew that something wasn't right with his woman. They might have not been the perfect couple, nor the longest lasting, but Vegeta was no idiot. Vegeta knew when he was being lied to.

"Geometry." He replied monotonously.

Bulma was shocked. "I never knew you had Geometry."

Vegeta glanced at Bulma momentarily. "Well now you do woman."

Bulma paused. "You seemed to be troubled Veggie."

"Now woman, what would make you say that?" Vegeta asked sarcastically.

Bulma tried not to notice his drowning amount of sarcasm. "I dunno Veggie; I just thought that you sound kinda...troubled."

Vegeta turned a corner, Bulma followed.

"I'm not woman, you worry far too much."

Bulma sighed.

There was an uneasy silence between them was so thick it could have been cut with a knife. Vegeta knew that Bulma was hiding something from him; Bulma didn't want to tell Vegeta something. They were lying to each other and that fact was noticed by all that walked by, even Chi-Chi who walked by the couple quickly. She noticed that there was a problem and made a note to ask Bulma about it later. Vegeta stopped before Bulma's class.

"You're little friend must be dying to talk to you, I'll let you go." Vegeta said.

Bulma nodded softly. "Yeah she must be."

She leaned up for her kiss. Despite the heated embrace the kiss was relevantly empty. Bulma could almost feel the tears welling up in her eyes, she regretted lying to Vegeta. He pulled back and took one more look into Bulma's deep blue eyes; he wanted to see if she still had the guts to lie to him.

Vegeta was surprised when Bulma said nothing to him. Vegeta knew that Bulma knew he wanted her to tell her something, but what pissed him off was that she wasn't telling him everything.

Just as Vegeta turned to walk away and Bulma was about to walk into class, Vegeta turned back around and pinned Bulma down onto the nearby wall. She squealed as he put some pressure on her shoulders.

"Tell me what's going on?" Vegeta muttered onto Bulma's lips.

Bulma closed her eyes. "What do you mean?"

"I was outside when you were talking to your father; I heard you were going out tonight." Vegeta paused. "Now why did you lie to me woman?"

Bulma drew in some air in deeply. "I-I my father wanted me to meet him, nothing serious." Bulma replied uneasily.

Vegeta loosened the pressure on Bulma's shoulders.

"Does he know that you're with me?" Vegeta questioned.

Bulma shook her head. "Veggie, if he knew then he wouldn't have it."

Vegeta moved from off of Bulma fully. "Alright woman. But I think that you should tell him soon." Vegeta suggested.

Bulma shrugged. "When the time is right I will. Baby believe me."

"Fine." Vegeta said then he turned on his heel and walked away.

Bulma sighed heavily and turned to walk into her classroom.

Chi-Chi eyed her friend as Bulma sat at her desk and for the second time that day started to cry. Bulma shut her eyes tightly. She hoped that soon all of the lying went away.