Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Love of Two Women; The Heart of One Man ❯ Chapter Eleven ( Chapter 11 )

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The Love of Two Women; The Heart of One Man. Chapter Eleven

"Alright class, due to the report I received from the substitute teacher I would like to have a 5000 word essay on the--" Bulma drowned the teacher out of her head. She placed her chin on her hands over her desk and looked longingly out of the window. She sighed heavily, what she wouldn't give to go home at that moment. The night to come was not one that she was looking forward to but she knew she had to do it.

Chi-Chi, who sat a few desks away from Bulma, pulled out a small purple mirror and began to redo her hair. She tilted the mirror sideways and found that Juuhachi-gou was now in her line of sight. Chi-Chi made a few noises until Juuhachi-gou looked into the mirror in Chi-Chi's hand. Chi-Chi mouthed a few words, Juuhachi-gou nodded, and then they both turned to look at Bulma.

"Bulma..." Chi-Chi whispered.

The girl in question looked up.

"What's wrong?" Chi-Chi asked her friend.

Just as Bulma opened her mouth to speak to her friend the teacher interrupted. "Miss Mau." The teacher said.

Chi-Chi jumped in her seat and dropped the mirror on the floor.

"I thought I told you Miss Mau that I was never to see that mirror again." The short lady said placing her hands on her hips. "And leave Miss Briefs alone."

"Don't you mean Mrs. Ouji?" Juuhachi-gou snickered under her breath, but loud enough for people around her to hear.

The teacher turned to the blonde. "Miss Gero, what Ms Briefs does in her spare time is not my concern. Unless you would like to pay a visit to our dean for the third time this week, I suggest you stay out of this." the woman replied.

Juuhachi-gou sighed and turned back to her paper. It was only Tuesday and she had been to the office three times. She knew that it wouldn't do her any good to argue.

Chi-Chi bent over in her chair to pick up the mirror, once it was in her hands she slipped the mirror back into her purse slowly. "What mirror Ms. Smith?" Chi-Chi asked the teacher.

Ms. Smith narrowed her eyes. "Don't think me to be a baka like that boy you call boyfriend." She hissed at Chi-Chi then turned to teach the class once more.

Chi-Chi gasped. "I know that this rat-faced bitch did not just try to diss my man."

Juuhachi-gou snickered.

Before Chi-Chi could protest further, the bell rang. They all walked out of the room, Bulma more than happy to get out of there without having to talk to Chi-Chi.

Bulma walked as fast as she could without giving off the impression that she was in a hurry.

"Matta yo!" Chi-Chi yelled to Bulma.

Bulma turned when she heard Chi-Chi yelling out to her to wait up. Her blonde friend wasn't too far behind either. The blue haired girl sighed; she knew that she couldn't avoid them forever. Sooner or later she would have to tell them.

"Bulma, what's going on?" Chi-Chi asked. "You've been so...depressed lately."

Juuhachi-gou nodded her head full of golden blonde hair, seconding the thought.

"I--" Bulma paused. She couldn't tell her friends that she was going out that night with someone else and that she had lied to Vegeta about it to be worse off. Bulma knew that she would hate herself for ages.

Juuhachi-gou placed her hand on Bulma's shoulder. "If you're not ready to tell us whatever has been going on...we won't make you."

Chi-Chi bit her lip; she really wanted to know what was going on between Bulma and Vegeta. "Juu-chan is right. We won't force you."

Bulma sighed heavily and then continued to walk with her friend's up the stairs and to their lockers. As she walked up the stairs Bulma couldn't help but feel a bit envious of her two friends who were so carefree; so simple. She was the daughter of a tycoon in the field of science and a genius all her own. So many things depended on her, both at school and at home. Bulma let out a long gust of air; she couldn't wait until the day was over.

"I heard that you'll be at Vegeta's tonight." Came a sultry voice. Bulma sighed, what did Terra want now? "I assume you'll be performing some of you special services for him."

Chi-Chi turned her attention behind her. "No bitch she isn't you."

Terra narrowed her eyes at the other girl.

"Not that it's any of your business but no I will not be joining Vegeta this evening." Bulma said mockingly.

Terra smirked. "Shame." She teased. "He'll be all alone just because his girl won't put out."

Bulma blushed furiously. "NO!" She screamed.

Terra laughed. "Then why aren't you going over? If you knew what you had you would be."

"Unlike you I do my homework." Bulma sneered.

"Oh excuse me." Terra mocked. She walked away without another word.

Bulma then turned to her two friends, holding her stomach. She felt sick.

Bulma closed the door to Vegeta's car.

"Are you sure that you will be alright woman?"

Bulma nodded somberly. "Hai."

Vegeta crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the passenger's door of his red convertible. "Will you speak to your father about us tonight?" Vegeta inquired.

Suddenly Bulma felt something jump in her stomach, maybe butterflies; maybe she was just nervous about the topic at hand. She placed a hand on her stomach. "Uh...I will try to before I leave."

Vegeta narrowed his eyes. "What time do you leave?" He demanded more than questioned.

The sick feeling in her stomach increased. Bulma had no idea what was bothering her but she didn't like it. Her delicate face was scrunched into a face of awkwardness as the pain got stronger.

"Woman?" Vegeta asked.

Bulma could only moan in response.

Vegeta was getting worried. "Woman, woman! What the hell is the matter with you?" Vegeta screamed as Bulma gripped the side of his car. She shut her eyes in pain; the ground had come up to kiss her all at once.

Vegeta rushed to her side, taking her free arm in his hands trying to lift her from hitting the ground. At the rate she was going she would've hit the ground with her face. Bulma pulled her arm back from Vegeta, walking away from him and to the edge of the street. She hunched over; her hands on her knees as she began to lose the lunch that she didn't have in her.

"Woman what's wrong with you?" Vegeta asked her loudly, hoping she would hear him through her own screams of pain.

Bulma coughed up so more liquid from her stomach; she was using so much pressure that her eyes were spilling tears down her cheeks of pain and confusion. Once she had finished, Bulma fell down onto the street next to her puddle of vomit. Vegeta ran to her side and picked her up into his strong arms and carried her to a safe haven, a patch of grass below a tree, on Capsule Corporation grounds. Bulma leaned back against the trunk of the tree, her head spinning and her stomach empty.

"Woman what happened?"

Bulma tried to look Vegeta in the eyes, if only he would stop spinning. She tried to open her mouth to speak; she found that her voice had left her. It was no wonder the whole experience had caught her off guard and left her totally disoriented. Bulma banged her head against the wood of the trunk.

Vegeta placed his hand on her shoulder. "Woman..."

Bulma snapped her sapphire eyes open. "The n-name is Bulma y-you prick." She managed to say.

Vegeta smiled, his woman was getting back to normal. "Well then Bulma," He began mockingly. "Would you like to kindly tell me what happened to you?"

"I, uh..." Bulma's eyebrows knitted together. "I dunno." She answered truthfully. Truth be told about the matter she had no idea what happened to her, all she knew was that one moment she had been getting out of the car with Vegeta and the other she was hurling up the insides of her stomach. Not knowing what else to do Bulma grabbed her stomach where it had once hurt.

Vegeta looked down at her; she was touching her stomach as if it were still hurting. "It hurts here, woman?"

Bulma shook her head from side to side. "Not anymore Veggie."

Knowing that Bulma was in a much too delicate state he let that slide, but that didn't mean that he liked the nickname. "Do you want to go inside?" He asked her looking up at the compound. Vegeta was surprised when Bulma laid her head on his shoulder and pulled at his arm tightly.

"I don't wanna go inside." She muttered. "I'm fine right now. J-just stay here with me."

Vegeta stroked her head softly. "Woman, I can't always be here for you. I won't live forever."

Bulma smiled and buried her head deeper into the leather of his jacket. "I know." She sighed heavily. "But you're here now..." Came her soft whisper.

Vegeta leaned down, kissing her forehead. Kissing her lips at the moment seemed...inappropriate. His eyes traveled down her face, her blue eyes were shut and her small cheery lips in a pout. The suddenness of her newfound sickness caught her off guard; it was a miracle she had stayed awake that long. She was obviously tired. Vegeta pulled her off of his arm and onto his chest fully where she could rest. He knew that his mother wanted him home by 5 but she could wait. Everyone could wait; right now it was all about his woman.

It was all about the way the cheery-blossoms fell down from the tree into a pile before them, a few pink flowers straying from the rest and falling onto Bulma's resting body. The wind shook the tree above them, the pink blossoms flying across their faces and onto their bodies. Vegeta felt the lovely creature in his arms stir; she was cold and he didn't blame her. As gently as he could Vegeta took her fragile body into his arms and stood up ever so slowly. Bulma's head dropped back suspended by the arm that held her neck up. Once Vegeta felt he was read he walked off of the front lawn of the compound and walked up the cement steps to ring the doorbell.

Taking one of his arms from under Bulma momentarily, Vegeta rang the bell, and then put his arm where it originally had been. He leaned against the wall with Bulma in his arms as they waited for the door to be opened. Vegeta closed his eyes as the cool air swept by his neck. Suddenly the door opened in a panicked frenzy demonstrating a very shaken Mrs. Briefs behind the white oak of the door.

"Vegeta-San, what's happened to her?"

Vegeta opened one eye slowly, and then he opened the other eye. "She threw up." Vegeta simply stated.

Mrs. Briefs reached out to touch Bulma's sleeping figure in Vegeta's arms. "Oh my baby." She screeched.

Vegeta wanted nothing more but to cover his ears, however that meant dropping Bulma. "Yes..." He said drowning out the woman's remanding screams. Gently Vegeta pushed the elderly woman out of his way and took the stairs up to where he assumed Bulma's room must have been.

He was met with a long hallway with many doors on either side of him. Vegeta continued to walk until he came before a balcony that had the whole bottom half of the house on display.

"Woman..." He whispered softly into her ear, it earned a moan and some movement from her. "Woman, wake-up." He insisted sensitively into her tender ear.

"Nani?" She questioned sleepily.

"Where's your room?" He asked her.

Bulma flung her arm up, nearly hitting him in the face. "Um..." Then she fell back to sleep.

Vegeta rolled his eyes; that meant that he was going to have to find her room on his own. He walked a few feet from the balcony and opened the first door that he could. He shut it upon opening; a bathroom. He turned and opened the one next to it; a lab. Vegeta knew that this could take a while; he cut the hallway and walked to a door that had been on his left. He opened it; a room that looked like it might have been Bulma's. Once he was in the room he set the sleeping beauty down on the white satin sheets softly. She moaned.

Vegeta took a seat next to her on the bed watching her sleep. She looked so peaceful, so much like an angel. Then with one last tender look at Bulma he stroked her face with his hand and walked out of the door. He knew that he couldn't stay forever, even if he'd like to. But something inside of him was telling him that things between Bulma and him were going to get a lot more complicated. Vegeta turned to look at her once more; he shook his head then turned, going home for the night.

Bulma refused to open her eyes; she didn't want to awaken. Bulma had been awake for what seemed like thirty minutes, and she had not wanted to know what time it was nor did she wish to get up. She knew that she would have to go out, and it didn't matter to her father in what state she was in. All that mattered to her father was that she went out that night and showed Kenji a good time.

There came a knock at the door. "Bulma-San are you awake?" Her mother asked from the door.

Bulma sighed and turned in bed, her eyes still closed.

"Honey?"

The girl on the bed felt like cursing, however she did not. "I'm awake mother." Bulma replied.

"That's good darling." Her mother said.

Bulma looked at her mother finally opening her eyes and then sat up on the bed in the guestroom. "Why are you here?"

Her mother seemed hurt. "I-I just wanted to check on your condition."

Mrs. Briefs watched as her daughter laughed. "No you didn't, father sent you up here didn't he?" Bulma inquired.

The elder lady could not lie. "Yes he did."

Bulma sucked her front teeth. "Now what?"

"He said that Kenji called..." Bulma narrowed her eyes. "And he will be here to pick you up soon."

Her usually sweet blue eyes went dark with irritation. "I don't wanna go out with him!"

Bulma's mother smiled at her sympathetically. "I know dear I know."

"No you don't!" Bulma screamed and walked to her room.

Mrs. Briefs shook her head. Teenagers.

Once in the comfort in her room Bulma walked to her own private bathroom and brushed her teeth knowing that her breath must have smelt worse than what it tasted like. After that was done she looked at her hair in the mirror; it was a horrid tangle of blue locks. She ran a comb through her hair while walking to her closet for a change of clothing. Bulma looked at a white dress, she put it back. Since her period was due any day now she wanted to avoid white. Not wanting to make that much of a fuss, Bulma just pulled out a different pair of jeans, keeping the top she had at the moment.

Bulma changed pants then walked to her vanity to do her make up quickly before Kenji decided to grace her with his presence. She leaned back on the chair she currently sat at. She knew that every minute of that night she would be thinking of Vegeta. His hair, his eyes, his body, his voice, his arrogance...

Honk!

Bulma jumped up in the chair dropping her brush on the floor. Running to the window Bulma looked down wondering who it was; sadly knowing inside that it would be Kenji. She was surprised to find a boy with black hair walking out a limo with roses in his hands towards her compound. He was finally there, and it was time to face the horrible music. Bulma sighed; with one last look at herself she walked out of her room and down the stairs. The night awaked, and Kami wish her luck.