Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Tough Love ❯ Full Moon Romance ( Chapter 2 )

I awake the next morning, sore, beaten, and bruised. Slowly I pull myself up and off the hard floor of the bathroom…how did I get here? Oh I remember now. They threw me in here so that I wouldn't get blood on the carpet. But can you really blame me? I did have three huge collage guys beating me up last night. Pulling myself up off the linoleum I examine myself in the mirror. Hmm…not to bad, I must be getting tougher. I have a black eye, and a split lip. Lots better than the last time they all got high and drunk. A little sigh escapes my lips as a rub a small bruise on my upper chest. Ah well, not much I can do about it now. Turning to face the shower/tub combo I turn on the water to as hot as my body will take. Looking down I shrug and pull off my boxers, since that was all I had on to begin with, before I climb into the water. My wild and unruly hair becomes drenched in the hot water but doesn't flatten like most people's hair. I let the spray of the water hit my shoulders and back, massaging the aches and pains outta me. Reaching up I grab the shampoo and wash my hair. I need to keep my eyes closed though this whole thing though…I have a tendency to get the soap in my eyes.

After I showered I wrapped a fluffy blue towel around my waist. Ah…a nice hot shower always makes me feel better. I walk down the small hall, past Raditz room and my dads (which I can hear snoring coming from) and into mine. Locking my door, why I didn't do that last night I will never know, I drop the towel and walk to my closet and open it. Umm…maybe I should ask Chi Chi to buy me more clothes. I know that is considered using her but, she really doesn't have much of a use other wise. I know that sounds cold, and mean, and kind of like something Vegeta might say. Shaking my head to clear my thoughts I pull out a dark blue long sleeve shirt and a pair of denim jeans. It looks cold out side any ways. I brush my hair, not that it will help much of course. Grabbing sunglasses I put them on and crack my knuckles before grabbing my backpack. I find it amazing how I can wake up just in time for school…or maybe I was in the shower longer than I thought…oh well no time to think about that!

Finally at school…not something I was looking forward to. First stop is my locker, open, grab some books, close. Not much else to it. I begin walking down the hall to homeroom when I feel a set of arms wrap around one of mine and I feel a pair of breasts push against my body. What the…oh…its just Chi Chi. I smile down at her; sunglasses were removed so the black eye was clear as day. I hear her gasp and I look to the side. Every one knows what my brother does, well every one in our `group' that is. And it just so happens that since I'm Chi Chi's `man' I am popular. Her voice is so high pitched it gives me a headache…not like Vegeta's deep and raspy voice. I would love to hear that voice. Another screeching voice is heard as we turn the corner. Bulma and Vegeta. The so-called perfect couple. Or was that me and Chi Chi? I always forget. I lick my lips seeing Vegeta, he looks absolutely stunning. Tight black jeans that held tight to his muscular thighs and firm rear end, a red tank top that clung to his chest…and that leather jacket. I love it, all of it, and him. I can't remember when I first started feeling this way for him, but I know it's a strong feeling that cannot be ignored. Blinking, I clear my head and finally begin to take in what Bulma is screeching at Vegeta.

"I can't believe you Vegeta! How can you just forget that we were going out tonight!?" He just shrugs and puts his hands in his pockets. He was never very considerate of the blue haired heiress. But then again he doesn't care for many people. He rolls his extra dark brown eyes and looks away sighing softly. This only aggravates Bulma more. I hear Chi Chi start to bad mouth about Vegeta and it takes all my will power to keep from snapping at the little woman. How dare she talk about my Vegeta like that! I take a breath and calm myself as we get closer and closer to Vegeta and Bulma. The blue haired girl glares at him and whispered softly obviously threateningly before turning and storming away, to the girls' bathroom I assume. Leaning up Chi Chi kisses my cheek before calling Vegeta a no good bastard and going after her friend. Both are shallow I know it…they mostly only like us and date us because we're handsome. Vegeta would be the first to admit it. I watch him cross his arms, an angry scowl firmly on his face. I can tell he's angry, and words won't make him feel better. Though I wish I knew why they were fighting…not that I wouldn't encourage a break up. Sometimes I amaze myself with how cold I think towards Bulma.

Slowly him and me walk to class, it's the back seats for us. Neither of us are really into school. Bulma gets straight A's and Chi Chi isn't far behind. We sit and I sigh lightly, wincing a bit as I touch my black eye. I feel a warm, yet somewhat small hand wrap around my wrist. Blinking I turn to look at the other male sitting next to me as he holds my wrist lightly and examines my split lip and bruised eye. "What the fuck…" He frowned and continued to hold my wrist, his thumb gently stroking the back of my hand. I try my hardest to hold back a blush. He's touching me, and so very tenderly too. He frowns when I look away, to hide the faint flush that has spread on my cheeks and over the bridge of my nose. He growled softly before releasing the gentle grip he had on my wrist and pounding his hand on the desk table. I can hear him muttering curses and I can't help but smile, he is actually upset that I got hurt…but he is my best friend…I would be beyond pissed if he got even the tiniest bruise on his perfect body. I hear him mutter something. Probably about how I should stick up for myself more. I just smile and look at the desk, I would gladly let my brother, cousin, and their friend beat me up if Vegeta will hold my wrist like that again.

Homeroom is the only class Vegeta and me have together besides lunch. Though, lunch isn't really considered a class. After the first few classes lunch rolls around and I find myself standing in line for food. A loud growling noise makes most of the room silent as I laugh and put my hand behind my head and blush a bit in embarrassment. "Haha! Guess I'm really hungry!" The other students just roll their eyes and go back to their business but I can see Chi Chi frowning and muttering about how embarrassed she is now. Oh well…But when I look at the table I can see Vegeta chuckling, he seems to always find my antics somehow amusing. Yamcha Hizoku and Krillin Hage sit at the table and I can see Vegeta mentally groan with exasperation. He can't stand either of them. After I have grabbed and paid for my vast amount of food I walk to the table and plop down next to the leather jacket clad Vegeta. He looks up and silently greets me, something only friends like us can do, before he looks back down and continues eating. I hide the smile I so desperately wish to display by stuffing a piece of pizza in my mouth. Bulma and Chi Chi go about gossiping about what the `wanna-bee's' are wearing and how skanky they look. Have those two ever looked in the mirror before? Especially Bulma, her mini skirts and shirts that barely cover anything. The only reason the teachers let her get away with it is because her father own Capsule Corp. and he makes large `donations' to the school. I look up at catch Yamcha and Bulma making googly eyes at one another. I can understand why. Even before high school those two had been an on and off couple. I don't even think they stopped seeing each other because the blue eyed girl is dating Vegeta. I glance over at the dark individual to see him meet my eyes, his for once unnaturally not guarded. It was strange, his eyes expressed some of the darker things I have always imagined swimming inside of him. Quickly he looked down though and I couldn't help but sigh softly. I felt a small and soft hand on top of mine. Looking over I see Chi Chi looking at me strangely before she shakes her head and she turns to Bulma and begins to talk with her again. I take one last glance at Vegeta before I see him stand and look at me, nodding silently, then leaving the cafeteria.

Its night time…hours after school. The air is warm…but not a summer warm, just…comfortable. I couldn't sleep in the smoke filled house of mine. Guess Raditz and Turles and their idiot of a friend couldn't wait until the weekend to get wasted again. So here I walk, down the street of our neighborhood. I pass almost identical houses, but some looking worse for the ware than others look. I stop and gaze at the house of my secret crush. No, it's more than a crush. I think I've loved him since the moment I saw him. Well…maybe not that soon. Now that I think about it, I probably started feeling like this for him this school year. We have always had a slight rivalry. We are both in the martial arts, he is good, a little cocky but very good. I can still remember the first time we sparred. I beat him, a massive blow to his pride. Since then we have practiced a lot and I must say…we're perfectly even. Well, not perfectly. I'm a little stronger, and he's a little faster. As our instructor told us: `We are perfect for tag team, we compliment one another perfectly.' I thought of it as a compliment, but Vegeta still wanted to be better. But he has mellowed out, a lot. I stop in front of the familiar home of Vegeta's. I look up the walkway and gaze at the single light on. Its amazing too, considering its almost midnight. A slight crash is heard inside and I visibly wince, obviously his dad is upset. His mom died back a few years ago, that's why he and his father moved to Satan City. Silently I sit by his mailbox and gaze up at the stars, a full moon too. A door slams and I mentally smile, its Vegeta. I hear a rustle of clothing before the short male sits next to me with a huff. I look over at him out of the corner and take in his appearance. A gray tee shirt and plaid pajama bottoms. I myself am dressed in a white tee shirt and black gi pants. Both of us are bare foot. I hear him begin to mutter about his asshole of a father before her stands and looks down at me. I look up and nod; we have a silent way of communicating. Standing I brush off some loose grass from my butt before I follow him. Behind his house is a small-forested area, where we built a tree house once. It took us a whole week of our summer and my dad brought out food for us so we didn't have to come back for snacks.

After about ten minutes of walking I see the tree house, just big enough for us to sleep in. Silently he climbs up first, I follow and I can't help but look up at his firm buttocks. Sometimes I can't help but think about him being under me but then…I remember that it's not what I should do to win him over. Once we are seated fairly comfortably in the tree house we look up at the full moon. It's very romantic, I lean back against the tree and our shoulders touch softly. Neither of us moves, I don't even know if we're breathing. I lick my lips softly and look over at Vegeta tilting my head to the side a bit. "Vegeta…what's wrong?" He frowned a little and clenched his fists. I place one of my larger hands on his knee, not in an intimate way, just friendly. "Come on, you know you can trust me."

He sighs; he never does like to open up. Make him seem weak or some bull like that. He continues to look up at the moon, clenching his fists tightly. "Bulma. I was supposed to meet her at her house so we could go to dinner." Ah…the source of all problems. Girls. I nod and he takes a deep breath before unclenching his fists. "When I got there…that idiot was also there." Translated…Yamcha was there. I nod once more and he looks down at his feet. "And they were making out as if I wasn't even there…She saw me I know she did. The stupid bitch." He clenched his fists again. I keep my hand on his knee and give it an encouraging squeeze. "We fought, then when I got home my stupid shit head of a father laid it in on me too." He shook his head a bit and groaned softly in anger. I nod, and keep my hand softly on his knee. I don't like seeing him angry like this. I knew it must have really upset him to see his girl friend and the guy he really hates kissing like that. He closes his eyes and bit gently bite mine…now was my chance. I could tell him. Or…something.

"I'm sorry Vegeta." The smaller man's head lifted as he looks at me in a confused way. I smile a bit and reach forward gently stroke his cheek. His look of confusion becomes more prominent as I brush my thumb over his slightly parted lips. I can't stand it anymore. I lean in a little, giving him plenty of time to pull away, he doesn't. It's as if he's a deer caught in the headlights of a truck. Gently I brush my lips over his before pressing mine of his. The kiss is chaste, but not so short. I catch his eyes widening a bit before mine close all the way and my hand sneaks up to cup his cheek. He didn't pull away right away, that made me feel a bit better. But the joy was short lived as he pulled away looking at me in shock, not disgust, just shock. He mumbled something about being tired before he stood and quickly climbed down the ladder of the tree house and running back to his home. I hear and feel a soft sigh escape my lips as I lean back against the tree that was in the small wooden house. I gaze up at the moon, a small smile on my face. I wonder why he didn't pull away…he seemed to have even leaned in a bit. I close my eyes and sigh happily, at least we shared that one small kiss. I would be happy with just that but I think I want more now.

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Author's Note: Well, this is chapter two! I'm glad that every one loves this fic so far! I will try to post about once a week, either on a Friday or Monday. It all really just depends. Well don't forget to review, if I don't get enough responses I might not post as often. ^_~\./ Bye my little site monkeys!