Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Till Death Do We Part ❯ Should I? ( Chapter 8 )

Chapter 8: Should I?

“Oh my gosh,” Bulma sighed as she collapsed onto here bed. “I’m never getting another Saturday detention ever again, especially if he’s in it!” she laughed, talking about Vegeta of course. She had no sooner closed her eyes to catch up on her lost sleep when her mother came running up the stairs yelling,

“Bulma honey!” Bulma growled.

“What now?”’

“Chichi and Goku are here to see you, they want to come up. Is that OK with you?”

“Yeah, sure. Send them up.” She sighed and swung her legs over the side of her bed, wondering if it was possible to get a moments peace in her life.

“Bulma?” Chichi asked, sticking her head from behind the door.

“Hey, Chi, Goku. Come in, I just got back from Saturday detention.”

“How’d it go?” Chichi asked. Bulma gave a hollow laugh.

“With the only other person in the class being Vegeta? How do you think?” Chichi sighed.

“So what exactly happened?”

“Well we had to write this essay saying why we were on the detention and Vegeta got me in a whole lot of trouble, but I don’t want to talk about it. Anyway, what brings you guys here?” Chichi realised Bulma wasn’t going to talk about it, so decided to tell her their news.

“You did that? For me? Thanks so much you guys. Did they tell you what the drug was?” Goku spoke for the first time.

“No, they said they weren’t allowed to disclose it. Don’t know why though,” he shrugged. Bulma smiled sadly.

“Thanks again you guys. And Goku, thanks for sticking up to Yamcha for me.” Goku gave her a hug.

“That’s OK, B. You’re my friend, what else could I have done?”

“Thanks too, Chichi,” she hugged her friend.

“No sweat, B-chan. Listen, Goku and I better get going now, we just thought you might like to know.” Bulma nodded and they exited her room.

“Oh, Chichi!” Bulma called suddenly. Her friend’s head appeared. “If Mum asks, I was at you house studying OK? Neither of my parents knows about the detention!” Chichi laughed.

“Sure, Bulma. Bye.” She disappeared back down the stairs and a moment later Bulma head Goku’s car drive off.

“I’m hungry,” she mumbled. Thinking vaguely of going downstairs to get some food, she walked to the door.

“Ring, ring. Ring, ring.” Cursing, Bulma hurried over to the phone.

“Hello,” she snapped, more angrily than she intended.

“Er, Bulma?”

“Yamcha? What do you want?” Her voice was cold and emotionless.

“Er, I was just thinking a-about what Goku said and well, I guess I jumped to conclusions. I’m really sorry and I was hoping we could get back together?” Bulma held her breath and bit her lip. This was it; this is what she’d wanted. She still wanted to be Yamcha’s girlfriend. Didn’t she? But Bulma’s thoughts drifted to the way Yamcha had spoken to her, the hatred in his voice. The things he had accused her of. Her explanations he had so flatly refused to hear. Tears welled in her eyes. What should she say?

"Stupid, cursed, damned Saturday detentions!” Vegeta yelled, slamming the gate to his home open and sending it flying off its hinges. He swore again and marched up to the front door. He threw the door open, and the handle left a dent in the wall.

“ ‘Nother Saturday detention, Vegeta?” laughed his older brother. Vegeta growled. “Settle down! Man. What’s that now, a hundred and twenty?” Vegeta growled again. “Kid, you have anger management problems. Go see a councillor!” Instantly, Rick regretted his words. Vegeta glared at him, and then punched Rick in the stomach, making him double over.

“If you had ANY idea what I’ve been through, any idea WHATSOEVER! You would understand why I’m so bloody shitty!” Vegeta yelled, and then marched up the stairs as fast as he could. He kicked the door open and walked in, slamming it shut behind him. He turned the music on his stereo on full volume, then collapsed onto his bed, an inexpressible anger coursing through his veins. He couldn’t believe Rick. He knew that Vegeta had seen his parents killed, but he seemed to dismiss it, as if he’d cut his finger. It made him so angry.

Rick collapsed onto a chair in the kitchen, moaning. Vegeta had hit him hard, but Rick knew he deserved it. Vegeta had always been touchy about that sort of stuff, and he didn’t blame him. Rick closed his eyes and concentrated on his breathing. Vegeta had winded him.

“Hey, Rick!” called Vega as she bounded downstairs. “What’s wrong?” she asked worriedly, as she spied her older brother in a chair, clutching his stomach and gasping. Rick shook his head.

“Go upstairs, Vega,” he breathed quietly. She frowned and crossed her arms, in an uncanny impression of Vegeta.

“What’s wrong, Rick?” she asked again. He shook his head.

“Don’t worry, I deserved it.”

“Who did it?” she asked, ready to pummel whoever had done this to her brother. He smiled and shook his head again.

“I said go upstairs! NOW!” Vega stood there defiantly.

“Only when you tell me who did this!” Rick sighed. Fighting with Vega was about as hopeful as fighting with Vegeta.

“Vegeta,” he whispered quietly. Vega’s eyes widened and she opened and closed her mouth several times.

“WHY?” she gasped.

“I deserved it, don’t worry. Go upstairs and don’t talk to Vegeta,” he told her, regaining his composure.

“Why would Vegeta punch you? He’d never do that unless……” she trailed off, suddenly frowning. “Did you say anything to him about our parents?” she glared, spitting the words out.

“Yeah, he came in and was all psycho. I told him he needed anger management and should see a councillor,” Rick sighed sadly. Vega screwed her nose up in disgust. She walked up to Rick and punched him in the same place as Vegeta. His eyes widened and he fell back onto the chair.

“I can’t blame Vegeta,” she spat, before stalking out and walking back up the stairs. Rick closed his eyes, waiting for the pain to subside. He may be 19, and she, 12, but she packed one hell of a punch.

Vega ran up the stairs and banged on her brother’s door. She heard a voice, muffled because of the blaring music.

“Vegeta, are you OK?” the music disappeared. He opened the door.

“Vega? What are you doing?”

“I just talked to Rick,” she frowned. Vegeta looked at her. “He told me, so I gave him a punch in the stomach as well,” she smiled. Vegeta grinned.

“Thanks, kid,” he ruffled her hair. Vega frowned suddenly. “Vega? What’s wrong?”

“I know you saw mum and dad, you know. But Lisa and Kevin never told me exactly what happened.” She looked up at Vegeta seriously. “I know you might think I’m too young, but Vegeta, I’m thirteen next week. I think I have a right to know.” Vegeta sighed and shook his head.

“Vega, it took me a long time to get over it, nine years in fact. I don’t think you’re ready to cope with it right now.”

“VEGETA! Please! They’re my parents as well!” she yelled. Her glared at her and she backed away. “Please,” she whispered. “I just want to know what happened.” Vegeta looked at her, still glaring.

“Vega, are you sure?” She nodded adamantly. He growled and opened the door wider, indicating admittance to his room. Vega stepped in and looked around. All the walls were covered in posters of things like Linkin Park and Limp Bizkit. She stepped back, revolted as she eyed a picture of Marilyn Manson. His curtains were black, along with the bedclothes.

“Si’ down,” he growled. Vega walked over to Vegeta’s computer and sat at the chair. He plonked down on his bed and looked at her seriously. “You can’t tell Kevin or Lisa that I’ve told you alright? They’d flip.” Vega nodded. “If at any point, you want me to stop, just say so,” She nodded again. “OK. Here goes…”

“That movie was cool! Peter Jackson is amazing! Far out… The battle scenes were brilliant ay?” 18 was shocked. She hadn’t expected the movie to be THAT good.

“It was ay? He’s done an amazing job of it. I like the little dwarf. I forgot his name, but he’s like ‘Legolas! I’m on 2 already!’ And then Legolas says ‘17’! Crack up.”

“I like Aragon and Legolas, they’re hot,” 18 giggled as they walked from the movie theatre.

“Yeah, but have you seen the guy that plays Legolas, Orlando Bloom?”

“Yeah, he’s not that good looking but Legolas is if you get my drift.” Krillin sighed. All around him, women were chatting excitedly about Aragon and Legolas, and their partners were looking extremely bored, just like Krillin. “I can’t believe we have to wait A WHOLE YEAR for the next one.”

“Yeah,” Krillin agreed in an offhand sort of voice, “but did you see the scenery? Far out, wehave to go to wherever that was filmed, the country side’s amazing!” Krillin said.

“It’s right over the other side of the world, Krillin. It’s called New Zealand, and its population is only like 4 million! There’s like fourteen sheep to every human. And no one goes a day without seeing a cow! Whether it’s in the paper, in a book, on TV or in real life! I’ve never even seen one in real life!”

“How d’you know that, 18?” Krillin asked, amazed at her knowledge of such a small unimportant country.

“I did a project on it a while back.”

“Oh. Why would you study such a small country?” he asked. They were now clambering into Krillin’s car. 18 looked highly affronted.

“They're one of the most major meat exporters in the world! Most of our lamb and beef and all that sort of stuff, mutton, comes from New Zealand! And if it hadn’t been for them when that foot and mouth disease struck, meat we be ten times more expensive than it is now!”

“I suppose,” Krillin agreed. 18 smirked, knowing that she’s won. Krillin beeped the horn angrily as a car pulled out in front if him.

“Did you know that they drive on the left hand side of the road in New Zealand?” 18 asked Krillin. He raised an eyebrow.

“Really? Wow, that’s really queer.”

“Tell me about it.” For the rest of the way home, they debated whether New Zealand were better rugby players than Australia. 18 always backed New Zealand, and with her in-your-face attitude, she convinced Krillin.

“Rugby? Rugby? That is SUCH a screwed up word. What happened to soccer? Or footy?” Krillin mumbled as they pulled up the drive to 18’s house.

“OK, whatever Krillin. Thanks for the ride,” she kissed him, “I enjoyed the movie as well.” Krillin blushed and hopped out, blowing him a kiss. He reversed out of the drive and headed for his place, muttering and cursing the New Zealanders.

“Y-Y-Yamcha, I don’t know, I mean you seemed pretty adamant when you told me you hated me,” Bulma argued.

“But Bulma baby! I was just angry! People say stupid things when they’re angry!”

“Maybe you shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions.”

“What else was I to think? Come on, Bulma. I really want you back. I love you more than anything on this planet! I can’t bare it without you!”

“Yamcha, I don’t know. Listen, I have to go. We’ll talk about it at school on Monday OK?” She heard him sigh.

“OK, Bulma. But remember, I love you, and nothing will ever change that.” She sighed and clicked down the phone, then picking it up again to ring Chichi. No answer. She rung Goku, no answer. They must still be out together. She dialled Krillin

“Hello?”

“Er, hi is Krillin there please,” she asked.

“No, sorry. He’s out at the moment. Is that you Bulma? Do you want him to ring you when you get in?”

“No, that’s fine Mr. Tashi. Thanks.” She hung up the phone. Lastly, Bulma tried 18’s number.

“Hi um is 18 there please?”

“Who’s this?”

“It’s Bulma, ma’am, I’m a friend of 18’s.”

“Oh. Sorry dear. She’s not here at the moment went to the movies with someone named Krillin.” Bulma noticed the disapproving tone she spoke in.

“Don’t worry, I’m a friend of Krillin’s as well. 18'll be fine with him, she couldn’t wish for a caring, better guy,” Bulma assured her. “But if she ever says bye, I’m going to the movies with Vegeta, stop her before she reaches the drive OK?” Bulma heard 18’s aunty laugh.

“Thanks Bulma dear, oh here comes 18 now. Krillin’s just dropped her off. I’ll go and get her for you.”

“Thankyou.” Bulma heard her put down the phone. 18’s voice spoke a minute later.

“Bulma?”

“Hey, 18! How was the movie?”

“It was brilliant, we went to see Lord of The Rings!”

“Did you like it?”

“You already asked me that, but yeah it’s amazing. The battle scenes are brilliant.”

“Hm, I’ll have to go and see that,” Bulma mused.

“I’ll go with you! I’d gladly see it again!” Bulma laughed.

”Anyway, I called you ‘cause no one else is home and I need to talk about something.”

“What is it, Bulma?”

“Yamcha rang me.”

“He didn’t?”

“Yeah, he did. Said he’d seen the error in his ways and wanted me back. I don’t know what to say.”

“As much as I’d like to help, B, you’re asking the wrong person. I don’t know you and Yamcha’s history; you’d be better ringing Chichi or Goku or Vegeta, or Krillin. He’ll be home soon.”

“Vegeta?” Bulma laughed hollowly. 18 frowned.

“That’s what I said wasn’t it.” Bulma was about to argue, then realised that 18 didn’t know her and Vegeta’s history either.

“Don’t worry, 18. I’ll ring someone else.”

“OK, Bulma. Sorry I couldn’t help.”

“Nah, its fine, don’t worry ‘bout it.”

“OK, bye.” 18 put down the phone. Bulma sighed and followed suit, then dialled Chichi’s number again.

“Speak to me,” Chichi answered happily. Bulma breathed a sigh of relief.

“Hey, Chi. It’s Bulma. I need to talk to you.”

“What about?”

“About Yamcha. He rang me.”

“He rung you?”

“Yeah. Said he was sorry and asked to get back together. I don’t know what to say.”

“Far out, Bulma. What are you going to say?” Bulma sighed. Chichi had been hanging around Goku too long; he was rubbing off on her.

“That’s what I asked you.”

“Hm well it’s really up to you, but if it was me I wouldn’t take him back.”

“Yeah, that seems to make more sense to me than saying yes.”

“Sorry, B but I really have to go. I’m staying at Goku’s, we just dropped in to get some stuff for me.”

“OK, Chi. I’ll let you go now.”

“OK, B. Bye.” Bulma put down the phone. She walked to the door and jogged down the stairs, then began raiding the fridge.

“Oh my gosh Vegeta! Why didn’t you tell me?” Vega was angrier than she had ever been, but knew better than to lose her temper when she was with Vegeta.

“You weren’t ready for it,” he shrugged.

“No wonder you had to see a councillor,” she mumbled. Vegeta whirled around and glared at Vega. “I wasn’t being smart, Vegeta! I was being serious!” He sighed.

“That’s enough, brat. Get out of my room and go make sure that fool downstairs is alive.” Vega glared back at Vegeta, but did as he asked and exited his room. He walked over and slammed the door shut, then turned up his music again. His thoughts drifted back to his detention earlier that day. Bulma. She got on his nerves more than any being on the planet, including Rick. She seemed to be stalking him, and every time he saw her, he wanted to blast her into oblivion more and more. The only good thing about her was her ass. That word, though, also seemed to describe her attitude. She was bolshy, bitchy, loud mouthed and arrogant.

Vegeta knew he was arrogant in fact he prided himself on it! But at least the stuff he boasted about was TRUE. Yeah, he WAS the most popular guy in school, and yeah, every chick in school WAS fawning over him. Sure Bulma had her group of admirers, but she could never compare to him. She was a loud-mouthed bitch.

‘With a nice ass,’ he thought before he could stop himself. Vegeta smirked at the thought, before turning his thoughts to their relationship before Junior High, even before High school! He leaned over to his bedside table and pulled a picture out of the draw. It was a group picture taken in Year 6 (last year of primary), consisting of him, Bulma, Yamcha, Goku, Krillin and Chichi. Chichi and Goku were holding hands, Krillin was being boosted up by Yamcha and Goku. And there was him. He had his arm around Bulma’s shoulders almost…… he looked closer. Possessively? He screwed up his nose. What sickened him even more was that both he and Bulma looked content. She looked happy and relaxed, in his arms. He looked like he was enjoying having her in his arms. He threw the photo back on the bedside table.

That had been the last picture that him and Bulma had had taken together when they were happy. He picked up the picture under the previous. It was another group one that looked almost exactly like the other one, apart from the fact that everyone was two years older. And him and Bulma. Goku and Chichi were still holding hands, Goku and Yamcha were still holding Krillin up but Yamcha was also holding Bulma around the waist. She looked as happy as she was with him in the Year 6 photo. He was standing, leaning against a tree about a metre away from the rest of them, glaring at Bulma and Yamcha. After this photo, on the last day of their time at Junior High, he and Bulma had never spoken again, apart from when they abused and insulted each other. Once again, only Goku knew what had caused their friendship to be so utterly shattered. He chucked the photo back in the draw and picked up the last one. This one was quite different from the others.

Goku was bent over slightly, resting his head on Chichi’s shoulder. His hands were sitting on her hips, and she was leaning her head on Goku’s. Krillin was standing in the front no longer supported by Yamcha and Goku. Yamcha. He had one hand on Bulma’s ass, and the other wrapped around her middle. She had her head turned backwards, and was kissing Yamcha on the cheek, her hands resting on his arm sitting around her middle. He, Vegeta, wasn’t even in this picture. He had refused to be in it because Bulma was, therefore hadn’t. He remembered well, it was the picture at Bulma’s party in the last week of the holidays. He had left early saying it was because her parents weren’t allowing alcohol but in actual fact he had been unable to stand Bulma’s and Yamcha’s flirting. He sighed and threw the photo back into the draw slamming it shut. He leaned back against the wall and closed his eyes, thinking about everything.

Next Chapter: Is Vegeta jealous? What happened between him and Bulma? What will Bulma say? How will Vega hack the knowledge of her parent’s murders?

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Author’s Note: OK, Vegeta may have seemed a bit OOC when it came to Vega, but he kinda has a soft spot for her because she’s the last remaining member of his family. Lisa and Kevin are his godparents, and Rick is their son, Vegeta and Vega’s god brother. OK so what did you think? What should Bulma say? Try and get me past 45 reviews, but if you aren’t going to answer the questions I ask in the Author’s Notes, don’t bother reviewing, or reading the story OK? Happy reading J R&R Oh, and sorry, I couldn’t resist bragging about my little country OK?

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