Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Till Death Do We Part ❯ Never Knew... ( Chapter 4 )
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Suspense / | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 09.26.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 4.0K | Visits: 252 | Status: Work In Progress
Chapter 4: I Never Knew!
“Bulma!” Yamcha yelled, running into the cafeteria. Bulma looked up from her conversation with Chichi at their usual table.
“Yamcha!” Bulma called back, waving to him. He seated himself next to her, dumping his stuff under the table.
“The others went to put their stuff in their lockers, I came straight here to see if you were OK. Are you?” concern was noticeable in his voice. She nodded.
”Yeah, I’m fine. He just makes me so angry,” she sighed. Yamcha nodded and put his arm around her shoulders. She snuggled into his chest. Just as she was getting comfortable, the door of the cafeteria burst open and an enraged Vegeta strode in. Goku, 18 and Krillin walked in after him. Vegeta slid his bag under the table and sat with a heavy thump on the seat next to Yamcha. Bulma glared at him, but Vegeta just looked at the table. If Bulma had known what thoughts were coursing through Vegeta’s head, she wouldn’t have been glaring, however.
‘Should I talk to her? Maybe she does know what I’ve been through… maybe she DID go through it as well. But what are the chances of that. How many kids see their-’he was cut off as Goku ran up to him, grabbed him by the shoulder, literally lifted him out of his seat and dragged him over to the lunch line.
“Kakarot, you imbecile!” he yelled.
“Imbecile?” Goku repeated. Vegeta shook his head and moved up the line. “So are you gunna talk to 18?” he asked. Vegeta rounded and looked Goku in the eye.
“I don’t know. Talk to your harpy about it and then tell me if she has been through the same sort of thing.” Goku nodded and grabbed a tray. Vegeta followed suit and soon their plates were piled high with enough food to feed the rest of the school.
“This school doesn’t make enough food,” Goku complained as they took their seats. Everyone laughed. Bulma stood and went over to the lunch line. Chichi followed her.
“You sure you’re OK?” she asked.
“Yeah, Chi. I’m fine, honest.” Chichi gave a sigh of relief and they grabbed lunch trays. “I think I just need some time to relax. Tonight at the club’ll be great. I can just lay back!” The school cafeteria woman scooped food onto their plates. Chichi wrinkled her nose.
“I think I’m gunna skip lunch,” She told Bulma, who nodded, and slid her tray down the bench. They walked back to the table, empty handed, where Vegeta and some kid Bulma didn’t know were having a fisticuff.
“I wouldn’t advise fighting with Vegeta,” Bulma said as she sat down by Yamcha and Chichi, “he’s a bastard, you’ll always come off worst.” The kid laughed and Chichi bit her lip. Bulma was asking for it. Vegeta didn’t seem to hear her, but threw the kid to the ground. He then proceeded to fling a forkful of (whatever they were having for lunch) right at Bulma’s face. She opened her mouth wide and her eyebrows shot up.
“You stupid idiot!” she yelled, picking up Krillin’s plate and biffing it right in Vegeta’s face.
“FOOD FIGHT!” someone across the hall yelled. In no time at all food was flying from one side of the room to the other, and every now and then a slop could be heard as food missed people’s faces and hit the walls. All the while, Goku sat there calmly, munching his way through his Everest sized plate of food. Bulma, Chichi and 18 managed to stay surprisingly clean, that is until Vegeta picked up the rest of Goku’s food and shoved it into the front of Bulma’s top. She screamed and the cafeteria fell silent. Most people were blocking their ears.
“You shithead!” she screeched. Just as she raised her hand to slap him, she felt someone pull her arm back. “Let go of me you!” but she stopped abruptly when she realised who it was. Mr. Boosh, who had been at the school longer than any other teacher was holding her wrist. If Miss. Jaycee was from theJurrassic Period, Mr, Boosh was around with Adam and Eve.
Mr. Ouji, Miss Briefs. You had best be following me.” He released her hand and she pulled it in to her. Mr. Boosh started off down the hall, Vegeta and Bulma walked after him, glaring daggers at each other. Mr. Boosh led them straight to the principal’s office. “Wait out here, Mr. Doryth will see you in a moment,” he barked, and then left them alone in the waiting room.
“This is all your fault,” muttered Bulma. She collapsed onto a leather seat up against the wall. Vegeta snorted.
“And how do you figure that, woman?”
“Because, you started it in art by telling me to get my fat ass over to you!” she yelled.
“Keep your voice down, woman,” he snapped. “And no I didn’t start it, you did by being partners with me!”
“What! You think I WANTED to be partners with you! I despise you beyond anything! I don’t even want to be on the same planet as you!” she yelled, pointing at him. He snorted again and opened his mouth to say something, but at that precise moment, Mr. Doryth opened his office door.
“You two, inside,” he barked, pointing into his office. Vegeta stalked in and Bulma stood up and walked in, scuffing her feet. Mr. Doryth closed his door, then sat down behind his desk and looked at them. “This is NOT a good way to start the year, you two. Mr. Ouji, I expect this from you, but Miss. Briefs?” Vegeta smirked at her and she glared in reply.
“He started it,” she mumbled.
“I did not you harpy!”
“SILENCE!” yelled Mr. Doryth banging his fists on the table. Bulma and Vegeta fell quiet. “You will BOTH receive Saturday detentions as this is the second disruption you two have caused. I will be talking to your parents and in the mean time you are to stay away from each other. Anymore trouble and you will get ten demerit points. EACH!” Bulma dropped her head but Vegeta just stared stonily ahead. “Now get outta my office!” They retreated quickly, not looking at each other. Bulma headed for the H Block to get some spare clothes. Vegeta just walked the other way.
“I’ve got Saturday detention,” she mumbled to Chichi as she cleaned the food off her face. Chichi’s mouth dropped.
“B! You haven’t!” she gasped. Bulma nodded sadly.
“ S’all Vegeta’s fault,” she mumbled. Chichi smiled in agreement.
“Stupid wench got me ANOTHER Saturday detention!” Vegeta yelled as he walked along the corridors with Goku and Krillin.
“Well technically, you’re both to blame,” Krillin told him.
“Shut, it jackass. Or I’ll make you!” Krillin gulped and moved from his place next to Vegeta, to beside Goku.
“Come on, guys. We have to get to the common room; lunch is nearly over. All the good seats will be taken,” Goku told them. They both nodded and broke into a run and headed in the direction of H Block.
“She’s already in the common room, she said she needed some time alone.”
“Where’s Yamcha?”
“He’s got P.E remember? You’re his girlfriend; you should know that!” Chichi laughed. Bulma grinned apologetically and they walked out of the bathroom. The halls were deserted.
“We better get to the common room!” Chichi nodded and they hastily shoved their gear into their lockers, and sprinted for the senior common room.
“What do you want to know?” he sighed. “No first, tell me about your past.” 18 looked at him curiously before launching into a speech about her mum committing suicide, them going to live with their father, her and 17 finding her father dead. When she finished, she was almost choking on tears.
‘Shit,’thought Vegeta. ‘She HAS been through the same sort of thing as me. I guess I can try and help her through this. I remember when I saw it.’
“OK, 18. Maybe I doubted you. You should feel honoured. Nobody else knows about this except Kakarot. I don’t think I would have got through it without him though.”
“What happened in your past that would make the councillor think you would understand me?” 18 asked. Vegeta sighed.
“When I was seven, I lived with my parents.”
“Don’t you now?” Vegeta ignored her.
“It was me, my older brother, my younger sister, mum dad and I. My Dad had some bad dealings with some people who were quite powerful. He got my Mum involved. Late one night, I woke up and there was this banging on the door outside. Next thing, there was a crash and shattering glass. There were footsteps on the stairs and I got up to have a look through the crack in my door. There were five men, they had balaclavas on their head and some had knives, some had guns. I gasped and one of them heard me. They walked over to my door and picked me up, smothering my mouth so I couldn’t scream. They dragged me into my parent’s room, smashing down the door. My mum was screaming and dad was yelling, I couldn’t hear what they were saying. I was tied to a chair and gagged. The other men grabbed my Dad and pinned him against the wall. They put a gun to his head and said
“Think about who you mess with next time,” and then there was this huge bang. I screamed and my Dad made this gurgling noise. His body slid down the wall, leaving a trail of blood on the wall. His eyes were open and they kept looking at me. I was crying and then they grabbed my mum. One of the men held her while another one ripped off her clothes. I tried to look away but another man held my head facing it, and kept my eyes open. They pushed her onto the bed and she was screaming for my dad. I felt so helpless not being able to do anything. That’s when my brother came in. He was 16, and he was holding a gun of his own. Before he could say anything, the person holding my head had shot him dead and he fell to the ground, just like my dad. Then they went back to my Mum. In turn, the three men raped her. She was screaming and crying and I just sat there, not being able to do anything. When they were all finished with her, one of the men grabbed the knife and slit her throat. All I remember was seeing her face, all white on the pillow in this big pool of blood. It was seeping down her neck, and into the bed. The men then left but just before they did one of them said to me,
“Let it always be with you, boy, that it was your fault your family died. You watched it all and did nothing, you just sat there!” and then he walked out. I was so angry and I was crying. I tipped over the chair and I don’t know how I managed to do it, it’s all a blur. But eventually I got my brother’s gun from his body. I picked it up and ran to the top of the stairs and shot them all in the back. They all hit the ground, except for the last one, the one that had spoken to me. He turned around and shot me. It hit me a few inches above my heart.” Vegeta stopped. Tears were threatening to flood his eyes. He had promised himself not to cry, but reliving his family’s death over again was hard. Vegeta gulped, blinked his eyes a couple of times, and pulled down the front of his shirt. 18 gasped and clapped her hands to her mouth. There, like he had said, a few inches above his heart was a circular scar. 18 leaned forward, hands still at her mouth. Vegeta pulled up his shirt again. “I shot the guy again. He died. I killedfive men in a few minutes. A few seconds later, I passed out. When I woke up, the police were there and so were the forensics. The house was all taped off, and I was sitting next to a policewoman, asleep on her shoulder. My little sister was sitting with another man. The policewoman told me that they hadn’t got my little sister. Her and I were the only ones that had survived the massacre. The men turned out to be part of the Mafia. After that, my sister and I were sent to live with our godparents. I've never forgotten, though, the look on my dead family’s faces. The funeral, our godparents took us there a few weeks later. I promised myself I would never care for anyone again. Because everyone I loved was taken from me. And I’ve lived up to that promise and will continue to do so. When I turned eight, my godparents allowed me to change my name. I did, to Vegeta. It was my brother’s name and I wanted it to live on.” 18 sat there, staring as Vegeta told his story.
“Vegeta,” she whispered, “I am so sorry I made you relive this for me. I never meant to-to-to.”
“I don’t need your sympathy. I’ve dealt with it, with the help of Goku. I have learned to get on with my life as best I can and in time, you will, too.” With that, he stood and exited the room. 18 watched after him, and then turned to Bulma and Chichi whom were both gawking at her. She ignored them and went over to Goku. 18 tapped him on the shoulder. By the look in her eyes, Goku could tell she had talked to Vegeta.
“So he told you I guess?” 18 nodded, unable to say anything.
“How did he get over that? I thought what happened to 17 and I was bad!”
“He didn’t it was only really until Formtwo (second year of junior high). He was always really depressed,” Goku told her, setting down his drink.
“Did he tell you about it?” Goku nodded. “How come?”
“I ‘spose he figured he could trust me, and he really needed someone to talk to. He wasn’t talking to the councillors or his godparents. He used to tell me that the only reason he didn’t kill himself was because he needed to be there for his little sister.”
“Poor Vegeta.” Goku shook his head.
“Don’t sympathise for him. He spent long enough in his life doing it without you making him relive it several more times. And he doesn’t like sympathy either.” 18 nodded and looked out the door. Vegeta walked back in and sat himself in a chair in the far corner.
“You’d never know,” she trailed off.
“18 what’s wrong with you? You’ve been depressed all day!” Bulma told her.
“It’s nothing, honest,” 18 muttered as she scavenged trough Bulma’s wardrobe.
“You sure? I know we’ve only known you since this Monay, but you feel like a lifelong friend! I can tell when something’s wrong. Did something happen at the councillor’s today? Do you want to talk about it?” Chichi asked.
“No! I told you I’m fine,” she snapped. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to yell.”
“It’s OK. We shouldn’t have kept pestering you. Anyway, have you guys found anything you want to wear yet?” Bulma asked. They both shook their heads. “Well I have! I went shopping on my own at the end of the holidays when you were away, Chi and bought some new clothes.” She ducked under her bed and reappeared a moment later with a big bag labelled SLACKS. Bulma ran into her bathroom and came back a few moments later.
“Hey cool,” Chichi smiled. Her friend was wearing a mini skirt that was dark denim and rock washed gold. Her top clung tightly to her sides, but was made of a thin almost gold material. The material on her bust was all gathered at the top and there was a small bow. Her boots were a fawny gold colour, almost exactly like her top and came to just under her kneecap. To top it all off, she was wearing a long dark denim jacket, with fur on the insides, collar and cuffs of the hands. The fur was sort of the same colour as lion’s fur.
“What do you think?” she asked, grinning. 18 whistled.
“I think you know how to shop!” she laughed. Bulma grinned wider and walked over to him, her boots clunking.
“OK, 18. This is my wardrobe and I know what’s in here so let’s see.” Bulma peered into her bedroom-sized wardrobe. She strode over to the section labelled CLUBS. She stood, hands on hips for a moment, before grabbing a pair of pants and a top. “Here,” she chucked them to 18, “go and put those on.” 18 nodded and walked out. Chichi slid into the wardrobe. “Chichi, Chichi,” Bulma muttered, her finger on her chin. “I know!” she bent forward and picked out some clothes, chucking them at Chichi. She disappeared from sight and Bulma walked out of the wardrobe, then over to her makeup table. She sorted through everything, before picking her colours out.
Suddenly, 18 stepped out of the bathroom. Bulma grinned. 18 was wearing a pair of hip hugger jeans. They sat just below the top bones of her pelvis, and were black, with red, orange and yellow flames from the bottom of them up to 18’s knee. Her top was black. It was backless except for one strap and the front went up like an upside down V at the bottom, exposing her stomach. The straps were much like that of a halter neck.
“18! You look great!” Bulma told her.
“Thanks. Do you think it’s a bit, you know skanky?”
“Not at all,” said Bulma, shaking her head. “18 nodded and started putting on a little bit of makeup. The three girls were all naturally pretty so didn’t often bother with makeup unless they were going out. Bulma went over to the bathroom and banged on the door. “CHI! Are you ready?” she yelled.
“Nearly! Just gotta, hang on, yep! Ready!” The door handle turned, then swung open. Chichi stepped out.
“Wow, Chi! You look awesome!” Chichi was wearing a denim skirt. It went right down to the ground at the back, but the front went up like a mountain, the very peak just below her knees. Her top was white, and tattered. The arms only came up to just above her shoulder blade. The outside and hemming was all frilly, and it clung tightly to Chichi’s body. “OK, Chi.” she dragged her friend over to the dressing table, where 18 was doing her hair. “OK,” Bulma muttered to herself, picking up and putting down different colours. “Here we go!” she handed them all to Chichi. Bulma then proceeded to pick up her makeup, and went into the bathroom to put it on. She also did her hair, in a messy bun with some strands still hanging down. She emerged ten minutes later, to find Chichi on her personal phone to Goku, and 18 sitting in a chair in the corner, thinking hard. “18, what's the matter?” Bulma asked, placing her hands on her hips.
“Nothing. Don’t worry. I just, no, never mind.” Bulma shook her head, then went over to Chichi and told her to get off the phone.
“Ok, Goku. See you soon, bye. Yes I love you too. Bye!” She put down the phone with a click. “Goku, Yamcha, Krillin and Vegeta are bringing two cars between them, they’re going to pick us up in,” she glanced at her silver watch, “seven minutes. Come on, let’s go downstairs and grab some money!” The other two nodded, and followed Chichi down several sets of stairs. They all grabbed their wallets and no sooner had they collapsed on the couch, were there a couple of horns beeping outside. Sighing with frustration, the girls stood, and walked outside.
“See you later, Mum. I’ll be back before three!” Bulma called as she closed the door. Vegeta and Krillin were in Vegeta’s Jaguar, and Yamcha and Goku had Goku’s Porsche. “They’re so lucky to have such flash cars,” Chichi mumbled. Bulma grinned at her and they walked down the steps of Capsule Corp. Amazing what rich parents can afford. Goku smiled at Chichi, and she ran up to him and put her arms around his neck. He lifted her off the ground and kissed her on the lips. Bulma grinned at Yamcha, who walked up to her and placed a hand around her waist.
“You look gorgeous,” he mumbled, kissing her cheek. She blushed, as Yamcha helped her into the car. Chichi sat next to her and Goku and Yamcha were in the front. Goku turned around to look at them.
“You all alright?’ he asked. They nodded and clicked in their belts. Goku started the car again and they headed for Club 18.
Author’s Note: Who saw that coming? I want to know. (Vegeta’s parents). I’m convincing myself more and more that this is a 18/V fic but I assure you, it WILL be a B/V. What do you think? I’d really like to know.