Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Till Death Do We Part ❯ Spiked ( Chapter 5 )

Chapter 5: Spiked

“Here we are guys. Club 18,” Goku told them as they stepped out of his car. Bulma turned around in time to see Vegeta’s car pull up. She glared, and grabbed Yamcha by the arm, pulling him inside. Chichi and Goku followed.

“What’s wrong with you?” Chichi asked as they waited in line.

“Nothing, I just don’t want to talk to Vegeta right now,” she mumbled, folding her arms.

“Right,” Chichi laughed.

“You are all over 15 I trust? May I see some ID?” asked the guard. They all nodded showed their ID’s and he admitted them inside. The club was glowing with brightly coloured lights, flashing on the roof. There was a huge sounds system at the front and a couple of groups of people were moshing. Chichi steered them to a booth at the back of the room, up by the mini bar and kiosk. 18, Vegeta and Krillin joined them a moment later. They all crammed around the small round table.

“That stupid bastard,” Vegeta was seething.

“What’s wrong with you Vegeta?” Goku asked.

“That IDIOT guard at the entrance asked me for ID!” Everyone sniggered and Vegeta glared at them. Most people stopped, but Bulma kept laughing. “Shut it, wench.”

“I am not a wench you, grr I don’t want to start this again. Come on Yamcha, let’s go dance.” Bulma pulled Yamcha out from the seat and they headed for the dance floor, leaving a bit more space around the table.

“Stupid wench,” he muttered. “I’m going to get a drink, Kakarot, I’ll be back when I feel like it.” Vegeta stood and left for the mini bar. He looked up at the Beverages list on the wall. “Just an Ice, thanks,” Vegeta told the bar tender. The guy in the red waistcoat nodded and disappeared behind a beaded curtain. He reappeared a moment later with a carton of Ice Beers.

“Here you go, sir. I’ll just add it to your bill shall I?” Vegeta grunted in response and walked back to the table. He glanced over at Bulma and Yamcha. He had his hands resting in the small of her back, and her head was laid in the crook of his neck. Her arms were draped across his shoulders and they were swaying slowly on the spot. Vegeta screwed up his nose, and sat down by Goku.

‘How does she put up with him?’ he thought to himself, taking a swig of the bottle.

“Vegeta, isn’t that alcoholic?” Goku asked. Vegeta sighed.

“Kakarot, it has ICE BEER written on the front in big letters. What do you think?”

“Are they allowed to serve alcohol here? At an underage club?”

“No, but they do anyway,” Vegeta shrugged. He put down the bottle with a chink.

“Yamcha, I love this song,” Bulma told him.

“Yeah, I do as well,” he told her, moving his hand onto her hip. The two of them just stayed there, humbled by each other’s presence. “I love you so much,” he told her, kissing her forehead.

“I love you, too, Yamcha,” Bulma hugged him.

“Do you want a drink?” he asked, as the song ended and they walked back to the table.

“Yeah I’ll have a umm, just an Archers.” Yamcha nodded, and slid his hand out from around her waist, then walked over to the mini bar. Bulma sat down next to Chichi and 18.

“Are you guys going to dance or are you all going to sit here all night?” Bulma joked.

“She’s right, Goku. Come on, let’s dance.” Chichi climbed over Goku, then dragged him out.

“Oh, Chi! You know I can’t dance,” Goku moaned.

“You’ll learn soon enough,” she told him impatiently. Bulma laughed as Goku complained and Chichi bossed.

“She’s got nothing on you, woman,” Vegeta spoke. Diverting her attention to him for the first time since she’d sat down.

“What d’you mean?” she asked quizzically.

“The way she bosses him around. You can be ten times more bossy than that!” She glared at him.

“Oh, and you’re not?” she scoffed. He smirked.

“Never.”

“Oh Vegeta, go home to your Mummy!” she spat. Vegeta winced.

‘Did he just wince? I wasn’t shouting THAT loud. I must’ve imagined it,’ Bulma thought. Vegeta was silent, thinking about what she had said. He knew she hadn’t meant to hurt him like that, she didn’t know, but it still pained him. Instead of complaining, Vegeta turned to retort.

“At least,” but he was cut off and Yamcha slid back into the booth and handed Bulma her Archers. She smiled and took it, flicking the cap off and taking a drink.

18 watched the scene from the other side of the booth.

“Oh, Vegeta, go home to your Mummy!” 18’s eyes widened and she almost started yelling at Bulma, but he shook his head slightly and she got the point. He didn’t want anyone knowing.

“Er, excuse me but umm 18 I was umm wondering if umm could you umm. Doyouwannadancewithme?” Krillin stuttered. 18 looked at him, eyebrow raised. This little squirt was asking her to dance?

‘Well, he is kinda cute,’ she thought. ‘Hold on! Where did that come from?’ She opened her mouth to refuse him but instead the words, “sure, why not?” had escaped her mouth. Krillin grinned, and helped her up. To 18’s surprise, she didn’t mind being waited on. They made their way to the dance floor by Chichi and Goku, leaving Yamcha, Bulma and Vegeta at the table.

Vegeta picked up his beer bottle and skulled the rest of it. He then stood to go and put it in the bin and pick up another one. Bulma sipped on her Archers. Yamcha watched her, and could tell she was in deep thought.

‘I’m sure he winced. And the moment I said that, 18 looked ready to slap me! There’s something going on here.’ She put down her bottle and stared dead ahead into the row of plants in front of her. Plants? There weren’t any plants there. She shook her head, and a second later they were gone. ‘Whoa,’ she thought. ‘Maybe I’ve had too much to drink?’ she glanced at the bottle, which was only just above the label. ‘But I’ve hardly drunken any!’ Bulma took another drink. She drank until it was under the label. ‘I’m losing it,’ she sighed, ‘Alzheimer’s is kicking in early.’ All of a sudden the room did a violent 360.

Vegeta stood, and went onto the dance floor to talk to Goku. He found him, dancing with Chichi up the front. Vegeta tapped his shoulder.

Bulma watched Vegeta go. All of a sudden, she had a mad urge to be with him. Before she could stop herself, she had left Yamcha, and was following Vegeta onto the dance floor. She watched him tap Goku on the shoulder, before flinging herself at him. He caught her, but almost dropped her when he saw who it was.

“Woman! What do you want?” he yelled, throwing her onto her feet.

“Hey Vegeta,” she whispered seductively.

“What the hell?”

“What’s say you and I pack up early and head back to my place hmm?” she asked quietly, wrapping her arms around his middle and pulling him close to her. She licked the side of his cheek and Vegeta threw her to the ground.

“What the hell are you playing at?” he yelled. Half the club turned around, including Yamcha. He saw Bulma on the floor and Vegeta stand above her looking outraged.

“Vegeta!” he yelled, standing up and striding over to the scene. “What did you do to her?”

“Me? Do to her? She came over here and started coming onto me!” he yelled.

“She’d never do that!” Yamcha yelled back. By now, the DJ had stopped the music and everyone was watching.

“She did,” Goku told him, speaking up for the first time.

“She said ‘what’s say you and I leave early and head back to my place,’ then she started pulling him into her and well yeah,” Goku said.

“Bulma! You didn’t?” Yamcha asked. Bulma stood up, a glazed look in her eyes.

“Hey Vegeta baby,” she smiled. Vegeta pushed her away in disgust.

“What’s wrong with you?” he asked, revolted.

“Nothing. But I can make sure there’s nothing wrong with you either,” she said, reapproaching him and moving her hands down his pants.

“Get off me you whore!” he yelled.

“Don’t pretend you don’t like it,” she cooed. Vegeta pushed her again but she turned back to him. “What do you say?” she asked, trying to fondle him, “I’m sure you’d like some, wouldn’t you?” 18 and Krillin joined the scene in time to see Vegeta send Bulma flying to the floor again.

“Vegeta!” Krillin yelled. Someone held him back. “Goku?”

“There’s something wrong with Bulma,” he told Krillin. 18 watched as the tried to climb onto Vegeta.

“Goku! Grab her!” 18 yelled suddenly. Goku didn’t bother asking why, but flung himself at Bulma and pulled her off a disgusted Vegeta. He held her arms back.

“What’s wrong with her!” he asked as Bulma flailed desperately, trying to get back to Vegeta.

“She’s been drugged. Someone’s spiked her drink. We have to get her to the hospital I have no idea how much is in her system but I’m guessing a lot. If it’s what I think it is, it’s serious. Hurry up!” 18 told them. Goku nodded, and banged Bulma in the back of the neck. She fell limp in his arms.

“Goku, come here. I need a word. Yamcha, you’d better come here, too,” Chichi motioned for them to join her. Yamcha looked back at Bulma, a look of disgust evident on his face.

“Krillin come here,” 18 sighed. Krillin looked at her oddly, but walked over to where she was standing.

“Vegeta. You’re the only one left, all this stuff is really important so you’ll need to take Bulma to the hospital. We’ll be up in a bit. If she wakes up, just use the side of your hand to hit her,” Goku handed Bulma to Vegeta and turned her over, lifting up her hair and indicating to a place on the back of her neck, “here, she’ll be knocked unconscious. Tell the people she’s been drugged bad and needs help. We’ll be there as soon as possible,” Goku told him. Vegeta looked at the body in his arms, and screwed up his nose, glaring at her, disgusted.

“This better all be the drugs, Kakarot or I swear I’ll kill her.” With that, he left a stunned Club 18 and headed to his car, where he laid Bulma on the back seat. He closed the door and slid into the front himself.

“Better ring them and let them know I’m coming,” he muttered to himself. “Ignition,” he said and the car started up. “Accelerator, Gear 5,” he told the car. The engine roared, and the gears changed from PARK to 5. “Straight,” he told it then, “Car phone, dial local hospital.” There was the sound of a phone dialling on the hands free and a second later,

“Hello, this is the Hospital. If you want to make an appointment, press 1, if you want to find out about a person, press 2, if you want to speak to the doctor in charge press.”

“Three,” Vegeta told the phone. The line went dead for a second then,

“Hello, this is Dr. Lomarda, how may I help you?”

“Er, hi. My umm,” he paused. Surely he could say it just for this? “My girlfriend and I were at a club and she’s had her drink spiked. Our friend thinks it serious and she keeps coming onto guys,” Vegeta told him.

“Get her here as quickly as possible, I’ll prepare the operating room. By the sounds of it, she’ll need to have it pumped out of her. OK, Mr. Er?”

“Ouji.”

“OK, Mr. Ouji. Get her here as soon as you can.”

“I’m almost there now.”

“Ok, see you soon.” The phone went dead. “Phone, hang up.” Vegeta shuddered. It had felt disgusting to call that wench his girlfriend. He glanced at her unconscious form in the back seat. Sure she was pretty, but she was too much of a bitch for him to ever consider dating her.

They arrived at the hospital five minutes later. The doctors were waiting outside the E.R for them. He pulled Bulma out of the seat and literally chucked her at the nurses waiting, earning a reproachful glance from them but not caring. He followed them in, where they told him to wait in the Waiting Room.

“She’ll be a few hours,” a short nurse told him.

“I’ll wait,” Vegeta said shortly. Goku and the others would be there soon so he wouldn’t be too bored. The nurse nodded and walked away.

“What is it, 18?” Krillin asked, only giving her half his attention. He watched Vegeta walk out of the Club and slowly the music came back on and people were beginning to forget.

“I know what Bulma took. I’m not going to say, but what it does, is bring out true feelings. What I’m worried about is the fact she came onto Vegeta. When Goku restrained her she didn’t try to seduce him did you notice? And she didn’t try anything with Yamcha either” Krillin nodded. “This makes me think, that Bulma could like Vegeta. This could be dangerous, Krillin. It could put Bulma and Yamcha and possibly Vegeta through hell that theydon't need togo through. It could also see the end of their relationship. What do you think?” Krillin bit his lip.

“I think you’re right. If Yamcha found that out, they’d be all over, and Bulma wouldn’t understand why.”

“Exactly.”

“So what are you suggesting?”

“I don’t know. Maybe we should talk to Chichi and Goku about it.”

“Yeah, that sounds like a good idea.”

“We should really go and see Bulma now. Call a cab, we won’t all fit in Goku’s car.” Krillin nodded and they walked outside, where Krillin flagged down a cab. They climbed in and told the cabby to head for the hospital.

“What’s wrong, Chi?” Goku asked. Yamcha was standing behind him, listening to both conversations.

“It’s just that, well. I have a bad feeling about this. I mean, Bulma’s drink being spiked and stuff. I think we need to find out who and why.” The stood and talked about possible culprits for a while before Goku said,

“You’re right. Come on. Yamcha, are you coming?” Yamcha was standing there, watching as 18 and Krillin walked out of the Club and climbed into a cab.

“No, I’m going to go and see Bulma.” There was something different about his voice. He sounded angry.

“What’s the matter, Yamcha?” Goku asked.

“Nothing. Have fun, I’m going to get a cab, too.” And with that, he strode out of the Club and disappeared behind the corner. Goku and Chichi shrugged it off and went up to the booth they had been sitting at earlier. Chichi glanced at her watch. It was 11.44. They’d been there two and three quarter hours. They seated themselves around the booth, and Chichi snuggled up to Goku, who had his arm wrapped possessively around her shoulders. Goku could feel her breathing on his chest, and at that moment, he felt content and happy; the luckiest guy in the world to have Chichi as his partner. He leaned his head on hers, and she tucked her legs up onto the seat. She lifted her head, moving his head off hers and kissed him on the chin.

“We’d better start looking at our options. You go behind the beaded curtain thing, and I’ll order something. Watch for anyone acting suspicious.” Goku nodded and lifted her off him. She watched him go, and then turned back to the table. Bulma’s Archers was still sitting there. Chichi recapped it and put it in her bag, to take to the hospital so they could find out what it was in Bulma’s system. She looked up in time to see Goku disappear around the corner. Chichi then stood, and walked over to the beverage bar. A man came out and asked her what she’d like. He had spiked up, black hair dyed blonde on the top. There were three piercing in each ear, one in his nose, and another in his chin and eyebrow. A chain was hanging from his eyebrow ring to his nose one.

“An Archers, please,” she told him. He nodded and disappeared behind the curtain. Chichi drummed her fingers on the bar.

Five minutes later, the short pierced guy reappeared holding her drink. She took it, paid and thanked him, then went back to her seat. She studied the bottle carefully, and then pulled out Bulma’s. They were identical in colour. Chichi looked more closely at the seal on the bottle. It was broken therefore it had been opened. She tutted then walked back to the bar. The same guy appeared.

“Another of the same, ma’am?”

“Yes please. Three for my friends.” He nodded then walked out.

‘Better give Goku another chance to see,’ she thought.

Nine minutes later, Chichi was still waiting. ‘It can’t take this long to get three drinks,’ she thought impatiently. As if on cue, the man walked out and handed her three bottles.

“Thankyou, sir,” she said loudly, so Goku would hear. He did. No sooner had she sat at the table, was Goku next to her. He pulled a few packets of pills, and white powder out of the pocket of his jacket. Chichi gasped.

“Is that what they drugged her with?”

“One of them. I’m not sure which but,” he indicated to the four drinks Chichi had bought, “those are full of it as well.”

Next Chapter: Goku and Chichi take their proof; visit Bulma then the police the next day. Bulma gets out of surgery to find a pissed Vegeta waiting for her, talking to Krillin, 18 and Yamcha (not really TALKING to Yamcha, more like having WWIII with him), and Yamcha gives some gutting news.

Author’s Note: What’d you think. I think it worked out well.

Kaibun