Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Unrequited Feelings ❯ Dark Past Unfolds ( Chapter 8 )

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The next morning, Goku looked had a sullen, worn out expression on his face, as though he had just risen from the dead a couple of minutes ago. He was sprawled across the floor, on his stomach, and Radditz poked him on the head with the end of a long rod. He seemed to be enjoying this, as he prodded the rod on his head repeatedly, but Bulma stopped him right away. (Radditz: <.<)

"He never did that to you when you were out cold!!" Bulma complained.

"Fine." he poked him again, when she wasn't looking. "Do you have any Idea what happened to him?"

Bulma shrugged. "I haven't the slightest idea." she stared down at Goku. "Well, he just came here, a couple of minutes ago, and he asked me If I wanted to go to the beach, And I told him that I would love to go, and then he went out cold." she finished. "And I really wanted to go, gosh I'm so white!! I need a tan!!" she screeched, lifting her skirt up, a little.

He glanced at her legs, with a satisfying grin on his lips. "Long, soft, silky legs...." he murmured to himself, drooling slightly.

"Did you say something?"

He flinched. "No!!"

Goku was finally rousing from his deep slumber, and he wiped his cheeks, and eyes with the back of his hands. He noticed Bulma's shoes right away, and he tugged at them softly. He didn't know how he ended up there, but he had a slight idea that it had to do with all the booze he had last night.

"Bur-ma." he hiccupped.

She lifted an eyebrow. "Burma? Whoa, what happened to you last night?" she put her hand on his forehead, checking his temperature.

"Oh, nothing's wrong with me, I just had a little too much to drink." he groaned, rubbing his head. "Do you mind turning the lights off, my head hurts like fuck." he hissed, covering his eyes. Bulma shook her head, and turned the lights off, so that it was slightly pitch black in the living room. Instantly, she went behind the counter, making him a strong cup of coffee. "What happened to you last night?" she asked, putting to cubes of sugar into the steamy cup.

"I... I don't think I remember." he laughed. (Bulma, and Radditz: O_o;;;) His laugh faded away. He suddenly remembered the look in Chi-chi's face. Surprised, mixed with anger, and... fear. He never really meant to scare her. He just wanted to make her think that he was unavailable, and cool. It didn't turn out as he thought it would, and he ended up looking like the jerk. She's scared of me.... she hates me... what the hell is wrong with me??

A steamy hot cup of coffee was pressed against his nose, and the steam was making him dizzy. "Baka, I called you a million times already, here's your coffee!!" he heard Bulma scream directly into his eardrums. It felt as though a million needles were piercing his brain. He winced. For a Saiyan, their ears were ten times more sensitive than a human, and then add the hangover....

"Sorry about that." Goku murmured tersely, his ears ringing. His ears drooped slightly, as he took a sip from his coffee.

Bulma shook her head, and stared at Radditz with great fascination. She couldn't keep her eyes off of him, and his muscular body, gorgeous eyes... he was perfect. Her cheeks went slightly pink, and then to a crimson red, when he noticed her looking at him. He took the initiative, and threw her a smirk.

"Do you like what you see?"

She became flustered. "Oh, I... uh... I'm so sorry, I was-"

He snickered. "It's alright, of coarse you can't resist my-"

The door suddenly flung open, followed by a gust of cold wind, and energy, that made Bulma's fragile body to crouch to the ground. She couldn't move, or breathe, as the oxygen was knocked out of her lungs. Slowly, she regained her strength, and she stood up, knees shaking. She recognized the presence right away, making the hairs on the back of her neck to stand up on ends. But she didn't understand the immense energy. How did he......

"OI!! Who told you, you could come in here!?!" she snarled, straightening up.

"I can come in here, whenever I please!!" spat Vegeta.

"You're such a sore, pathetic looser!!

"And you're a fucking whore!!!"

Radditz and Goku stared at the ongoing battle. He gave a sigh, and turned to his younger brother.

"How long, do you reckon, will this quarry go on?"

"Until one destroys the other." Goku said in a dreamlike state. Radditz huffed, and punched him on the side of his head.

"Baka, what I'd tell you about mentioning Harry Potter around me!!???" the older brother snarled, his pupils dilating.

Goku looked around nervously. "Gee, ever since Bulma told me about it, I couldn't stop thinking about it."

He looked back at the bickering pair, and shook his head. "What book are you reading at the moment." he closed his eyes, for his own attempt.

"I read all seven."

"Seven? But there's only six books... you are lying to me."

"No there is... at least... I got the seventh book from a guy, with an old van. That book was stupid and useless."

"Seriously?"

Goku nodded. "It was pathetic, I mean why have Harry Potter d-"

"NO ONE INSULTS THE PRINCE OF ALL SAIYANS!!!"

"Oh great, you call yourself the "Prince of all Saiyans" now? You're a fucking egomaniac!!"

"EGOMANIAC!!??! FUCK YOU!!!"

"GO FUCK YOURSELF!!"

"Uggh.... I'm getting tired of all these insults."

"No shit!!!" Bulma shouted, turning red, lifting her hand.

He was about to answer with a sly remark, when he noticed strange markings on her wrist. There were tiny scars etched on her skin, some longer, and deeper than the other ones. He noticed that both her hands had the same markings, and on the same spot.

"Your hands-" he murmured all of a sudden.

"What about them?" she snarled. Her voice was raspy from screaming so much.

"Are those... self inflicted?"

She gasped, and put her sleeves over the visible cuts. Her demeanor changed slightly, and she was staring at Goku for reassurance. At once, her eyes glazed over, as she grasped her hands together. "I need some air." her voice was uneven, and walked past Vegeta, showing no signs of crying. It was until she was out the door, she sobbed, and broke into a run. He cocked his head to the side, utterly confused with her behavior. Even more confused, with the look on Goku' s face.

"What... just happened?" Radditz asked, looking down at his little brother. He shook his head. "It's... personal... you wouldn't understand..." he murmured darkly. He suddenly remembered the time, when he first met Bulma... her strange behavioral patterns... her wanting to kill herself. That day, when he saved her from getting beat to death... that was another suicidal attempt. He understood clearly when she explained it to him. And all the things she was going through... it was no wonder she wanted to kill herself.

"Well?!" snapped Vegeta.

Goku heaved a sigh, and stared at his older brother, and Vegeta. "Listen... whatever I say here... will not leave this room... understood?"

When they didn't respond, he rubbed his eyes... old memories rushing in. "It all started when I went to high school-"

"High school?" mouthed Radditz, and Vegeta.

"I'll explain later." he rubbed his chin, and sighed darkly. "Well, it was during high school...."

"Flashback"

It was awfully sunny that morning. Even if it was mid October, the weather was fairly light, and warm, He didn't bother wearing a jacket that day. When class was over, he put his book bag over his shoulder, yawning.

"That was a good rest. I think I'll get some more rest in chem."

"Is that all you ever do?"

"Huh?"

He turned around, and saw a very darkly girl, wearing nothing but black, and her hair was vivid blue. He scratched his head, laughing.

"I don't even understand half the things the professor says, so why bother?" he grinned.

She grinned nastily. "Pathetic." She brushed her shoulder against his, as she walked towards the exit. "Pathetic." she repeated, as she left. He stared at her figure, and shook his head.

"What's with that girl?"

The next day, he tried to look for the same girl again, but she didn't show up. He wondered why. Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months. It was almost the end of the semester, and she finally decided to show up. He sat next to her eagerly, still with her unusual demeanor, and strange clothing.

"Where were you all this time?"

She smiled bitterly. "Let's just say... I was dead."

"Huh?"

She closed her eyes grimly. "You wouldn't understand. You're a closed minded fool." She took out a notebook, and began to write into it. It was when he finally noticed... faint scars on her wrist. Some were already healed, but there was another one. Long, deep, and still fresh.

"Are you okay?" he asked, panicked.

"What?" she asked, unconcerned, and not looking up.

"You're hand... you're bleeding!!!"

He said this too loudly... loud enough, the professor noticed the commotion. "What seems to be the problem, Goku?"

He took her hand, forcefully, making her stand up. "It's Bulma, she's bleeding!! On her wrists!!!"

Her face fell, and everyone stared at her direction. They laughed. Goku was confused, as to why they were laughing.

"Class, settle down!!"

They didn't. They were screaming, and hollering, and calling her names. "Emo girl, go kill yourself already!!!"

He looked at her. "What's an emooe?"

She took her hand out of his grasp, a look of pure disgust, and rage plastered on her face. "You fucking jerk!!!" she picked up her things, and ran out of the classroom. He wanted to stop her, and help her with whatever she was going through, but the professor put his hand up, stopping him. He took his seat, and looked at the seat next to him, her notebook still lying on top of the desk. He hesitated, and grabbed it at once. "This must be very important to her. I will give it to her tomorrow."

On his way back home, he couldn't stop thinking about the notebook. He was curious as to what was in it, but he didn't want to go snooping in it either. His curiosity got the better of him, and he was going through her notebook, reading left to right at her journal/diary.

My first entry in my first journal. Oh joy. What to write about? About how my life is full of shit, and my parents don't give a crap. Oh yes, that's all I can write about. Lately these couple of days, I've been feeling really sick. And maybe it still has to do with Jack. I still don't understand why he did it... and I don't understand why mum would hire a man like him. It's complicated, and I wish I never fell in love with him. I better go now, mums coming.

He reread the first entry, and went to the next one.

I'm going to a new school. Nothing new there. I was getting used to home school, but I guess the whole jack scenario messed it up. Oh Jack... why did you do this to me? Especially in my condition... I want to send you to hell Jack. I want to slit your throat, and make you apologize.

"Who is this jack?" he said to himself, and skipped a couple of pages.

My mum saw me cutting myself today.

He threw the notebook aside, breathing heavily. He didn't want to believe it at first. But it was written... clearly... in her handwriting. That pretty much explained the strange markings on her wrists. He picked up the notebook, and read on.

My mum freaked when she saw me. Called a doctor, and whatnot. I got ten stitches that day, and mum kept a closer watch on me after that. She's such a fucking piss off... like that's gonna help me with my problems... stupid bitch.... Dad wasn't even there when it happened. It's been a while since I've seen him. Left on my twelfth birthday, and never came back... especially during a time when I really needed him....I'm serious, that man has issues. I miss him, though. I really miss him...

He flipped the pages, and read his name on one of the entries. He began to read it.

I finally spoke with that Goku character. He's pretty pathetic, sleeping in class. With grades like that, he shouldn't be sleeping on class too often. Pathetic. He has such a pathetic face, with his pathetic eyes, and stupid pathetic smile. Everything about him... pathetic. He makes me sick. He makes me... want to retch. Pathetic looser.

"Why?" he frowned. "Why do you hate me so much?"

Six months, and counting. I almost died. I wish I did. Stupid doctors, stupid everything. They should have pulled the plug while they had the chance. I would have been happier... safe from this world. But it didn't turn out that way... mom just had to hope!! I hate her fucking guts!!... Why is this Goku staring at me like this...

That was the last entry. She was probably writing this today, he thought. There were blood marks on it, meaning it was from her self-inflicted wounds. She cut herself after her coma? How sad... How said it is.... to be her. He wanted to understand her a little more... He wanted to talk to her... but then what will he tell her? She'd probably get mad, if she found out he went through her things.

He put the notebook back in his book bag, safely, and wondered how she will react when she found out he had kept her notebook.

The following day, Goku waited by the school entrance, hoping to see Bulma again. She usually came quite early. Perhaps she wasn't, due to the embarrassment from yesterday in class. Finally, he caught a glimpse of Bulma's black jacket, and he caught up to her, staring at her face the whole time.

"You know, it's rude to be staring." she murmured.

"Is it?"

"U-huh."

"I didn't know that." he smiled goofily.

"Good for you." she said tonelessly.

He glanced at her, and took out her notebook hastily. She noticed this, and there was a look of utmost horror on her face.

"Yesterday... you forgot to take your-"

She snatched it out of his hands. "Where did you get this!?!" she hissed.

"You left this in class... on that other day."

She tucked her hair behind her ear, and he could finally see her face now. Pale white, light blue eyes, rosebud lips. He could feel himself blushing.

"Oh... thanks." she said lightly.

"Who's Jack?" he blurted out. He closed his mouth, getting ready for the worst that was about to come. He began to regret asking this question, when her face contorted into something full of rage, and fear all into one.

"You read it, didn't you, you son of a bitch!!" she spat.

"I didn't-"

"Fucker!! You like getting into other people's business!?!"

"I didn't want to-"

"Fuck you!! You're such a fucking dumb ass!! I can't believe you... ignorant son of a bitch!!!" she threw her notebook into her book bag, and walked into the school, her steps thundering the ground. Wordlessly, he put his book bag over his shoulder, following her. They did have the same class every morning.

He didn't speak to her, or turned to look at her. She did the same thing, and she would throw dirty looks at him, and all he did, was take them in, and didn't do anything about it. He didn't this at all... he wished he never read her notebook. He glanced at her, for the first time that day, and he noticed her looking at him, with a bit of... sorrow in her eyes? He turned away, thinking, and then he looked back to look at her, but she was already looking the other way. When class was over, he stayed in class a little longer, finishing up a little extra credit, earning him a high C+. He ran out of class, looking for Bulma... and then he heard the screams. Her screams. He followed her voice, her screams, it was like a horror movie, each and every scream, agonizing, and painful. He finally found her, crouched on the ground, as three or four boys were beating her to death. He fought them off, one by one, and then he hurried towards Bulma, holding her by the waist, checking for broken ribs.

"You should have let them go on..." she said, highly above a whisper, her voice raspy.

"I couldn't let them. I couldn't just stand there, and watch-"

"You should've!!" she shouted, instantly tearing up. "You shouldn't have wasted your energy on me!! I'm not worth an ounce of it!!"

"But you are to me."

"You're pathetic." she hissed. "I just met you a couple of days ago... treated you like crap... and yet you say I am worthy of your energy... how strange..."

He stretched his arm towards her, smiling. "You are worth everything to me, Bulma Briefs, whom I only met a couple of days ago." he smiled. "I will be your friend from now on, and I promise you, on my life... that I won't let them beat you ever again."

She closed her bruised eyes up, smiling cheekily. "You're such a pathetic loner..." she took his hand. "Yes.... I will be your friend."

He pulled her towards him, and carried her in his arms, her face, snug against his chest. She could hear his heart beat. She fingered his chest, as he walked off towards her home. She didn't now why... he was being so nice to her, after insulting him. What was it with him?

"May I ask a question?"

"Sure." she murmured.

"Promise you won't get mad?"

"Huh?"

"Promise?"

She nodded. "Yeah, sure."

"Who's Jack?"

She swallowed, as old memories rushed in. "You want to know who Jack is?"

"I want to know... what happened..."

"Okay." she recollected her thoughts. "When I was little, I used to get beat up all the time... by my classmates."

"Why?"

"Because... I was different."

"Different?"

"They didn't like me, because my hair is blue, and because I am sick."

"You're sick?" he mouthed.

"Ever since I was born... anyways.... I used to get beat up. When my parents found out... which was during junior high... my parents thought it would be best if I was home schooled. That's when Jack comes in." she smiled bitterly. "You see... he was my teacher."

"Jack was your teacher?"

She nodded. "He was so nice to me. He made me feel... better. He made me forget about... my condition... he made me feel special... and I fell in love with him."

"With Jack. But isn't he like... older than you?"

She nodded, smiling bitterly. "On my twelfth birthday. This was around the time when my dad left. Jack thought it would be cool, to celebrate... with my father gone, and all. We had a small party, and when it was time to open the presents... he started... to touch me." She gulped furiously. "I didn't know what to do. I was confused. He started kissing, and rubbing off of me. It was a good thing mum came in time. He hit him with a chair, and then called the cops afterwards."

"That's cruel." Goku murmured darkly.

"That is why... I am who I am today. That's why... I... can't trust anyone too well... It takes time..."

They were right in front of Capsule Corp, and he put her on her feet, by the door. She looked up at him, with grateful eyes. "Thanks." she murmured shyly.

"No problem."

He turned to leaved, but paused.

"Hey." he called out. She was halfway through opening the door, and turned around. "What?"

"Maybe you'd.... like to go to the beach with me tomorrow after school. Me and a couple of friends of mine are going. Wanna come?"

She smiled slightly. "Um...."

"Aww, come one!! Yamcha, Krillin, and Chi-chi are going!! It'll be fun!!"

She bit her bottom lip, still undecided. "Well-"

"Cool, I'll wait for you by the gate, after school!! Seeya!!" He walked off.

She turned towards the door, smiling. Something she hardly ever did. "Pathetic."

Three healthy years later, She was really close friends with Goku, and the gang, and her apparel was a different one. She wasn't the same Bulma he had first met in his freshman year. She was also the youngest captain of the baseball varsity team. She was happier... more liberal... she also had her father back in her life... after five long years... his explanations for his long absence were, "I was looking for something." He also gave her something in return for an apology.

They all gathered her, staring at the expensive looking necklace around her neck. It looked like a tear droplet, and it looked very shiny, and resembled the color of her eyes.

"Wow, I'm so jealous!!" Chi-chi shouted into Bulma's ears.

"It sure matches you." Yamcha said, looking at the necklace... and downwards. She noticed this, and gave him a good slap across the head. "Oi...." he murmured, massaging his head.

"It's a perfect color for you, Bulma." Krillin murmured shyly.

"Yeah, I know!! I soooooo love this thing!!" Bulma said, pendant in hand.

"Bulma, you hit me too hard..." Yamcha groaned in agony. (Yamcha: T_T)

Goku was about to say something funny, but when he stared at Bulma... he noticed a tiny flicker of red run across her eyes. At first he thought he was imagining things, but it became even stranger when her eyes went completely red for half second. He thought everyone else had noticed it too, but they were all too preoccupied with Yamcha.... something terrible was happening to her...

"End Flashback"

Radditz was sitting on the couch, thinking, and Vegeta was sprawled on the floor, his arms under his head for support. Her story...it reminded him of himself... except he didn't let himself get bullied, and... he had both his parents all the time. Her dad reminded him of his.... always off somewhere... always too busy.... always gone for long periods of times. It was not until Freiza came, and killed both of them right in front of him.... It moved, and changed him to be what he was today... broken....

"I better find Bulma-"

"I will."

They turned around, and noticed Vegeta standing up. They both shrugged, and Vegeta stepped out, feeling slightly elated, and high.

Bulma burst into tears as soon as she hid behind the bar. It had been long... too long since that time... it seemed like ages ago... but the memory was still fresh in her mind. She stared at the scars on her wrist, where the blade met the juncture of her skin, slowly moving downward... blood weeping from the ripped skin. It was painful, yet... it gave her ease of mind... the pain slowly draining away into the pool of blood.... leaving her body.... draining her energy. Her fingers traced over every single visible scar.... reminiscing.

"Oi!!"

She jumped up, and felt something furry snake around her hand. Vegeta was sitting next to her, with no doubt, a serious look on his face. This somehow made her calm down, as his tail circled on a tiny spot on her shoulder. She frowned, and grasped the tail in her hand, giving it a squeeze.

"OWWW!!" he shouted, taking his tail back. She stared at him, confused, as his face contorted in pain.

"Oops?" she shrugged.

"Fuck, that hurt..." he said weakly, tears blinding his vision. She stared at him in confusion, as he turned away from her, afraid of showing her his weakness. She frowned, still confused.

"I'm sorry...." she murmured, putting her hand over his shoulder. He pushed her hand away angrily. "I don't need your fucking sympathy, woman!" he hissed.

"Dude, I said I was sorry!! Geez!!"

She stared at his tail, and took it in her hands, gently stroking the place where she had hurt him. His breath left him, and he purred slightly. He watched her, as she continued to stroke him, her face, gentle, and serious... His face was beginning to grow red... what was this strange reaction?

"You feel any better?" she asked, still stroking his tail.

"I... erm..... ahhhhhhhh...." he sighed in content, closing his eyes at the wonderful sensations shooting up his spine. She smiled at his reactions, and continued to stroke his tail.

"Why do we fight?" she asked all of a sudden.

"Because I wanted to fuck you, and you don't want to." he murmured blankly.

"Hmmm...." she thought. "I don't feel like fighting anymore." she said.

"So you wanna fuck?" he asked, smirking.

She smiled. "Of coarse not, weirdo."

"I gave it a try." he sighed, and shuddered, as she stroked his tail again. He felt the same heat in his cheeks again... just what was this strange reaction??!! He stared at her again, and the strange heat on his face grew stronger. What the hell is going on with me!?!

"Hey." she called him.

"What?"

"You're not so bad after all." she smiled. She stared at him, mistaking his blush for the cold weather. "I mean, your like... one of the biggest pervs I was unfortunate to ever meet... far worse than Yamcha... but you're cool...."

He grunted, and cocked his head to the side, signaling for her to continue to stroke his tail. She did, and he closed his eyes, his face growing hot again. She smiled slightly. It was funny to watch him react that way. It was like a side of him, she never seen, or knew before. She'd like to see him like this more often, and she knew the secret... so if when things went out of hand...

He shifted in his position, and sat even closer to her, relishing her touch, and growing more hot in the face. At first, he thought it was lust... but it was something else...

"Are we interrupting?" said a clear voice from nowhere. Bulma recognized the voices, and immediately threw his tail aside. Vegeta opened his eyes, enraged. He was just beginning to feel good, why did they have to come!?! He thought angrily. Goku, and Radditz appeared by his side, and Radditz face was contorted in a furious jealousy. Bulma blushed, and when Vegeta saw this, he blushed too.

"We could leave if you want..." Goku grinned, causing Bulma and Vegeta to blush even further.

"Shut up Goku!! What do you want anyway??" she spat.

"We're going to the beach, aren't we?"

Her face lightened up. "Oh right. I almost forgot..."

"So lets go already!!" he said, beckoning her to get up. She gave Vegeta a look, and cocked her head to the side.

"What?" he asked.

"Wanna come?" she asked.

He blushed again. "W-what?" he stuttered. He frowned. What the hell is making me act this way!?!

"Come with us, It'll be fun."

He closed his eyes, thinking for a moment. "I'll-"

"Great!! I'll come back... better get my bathing suit!!" she got up, and ran, heading towards Radditz suite. Once she was out of earshot, they closed in on Vegeta.

"How'd you do it?"

He frowned. "Do what?"

Goku smiled. "I've never seen her so... well, you cheered her up pretty fast. How'd you do it?"

Vegeta shrugged.

"Dude, you like her." he taunted.

"I don't.... you're not.... don't say such nonsense!!" sputtered Vegeta, blushing again.

Radditz face contorted into rage, and jealousy, as his younger brother continued to taunt the short Saiyan. "Bulma, and Vegeta, sitting on a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G-"

"KEEP SINGING, AND I'LL PUNCH YOUR FACE IN!!" Vegeta snarled, and even after his threat, Goku continued to sing anyway.

"I'm back!!"

Bulma came back.... in a two piece bikini. The three Saiyans gaped at her, staring at her from head to toe. Goku frowned. "I don't recall ever seeing those back in high school!" Vegeta ignored his stupid remark, as his eyes raked over curvaceous body, and he groaned deep in his throat. I've seen many naked women before... why am I acting like I haven't seen this before!!??

"Lets go already!!"

They both followed her, and Vegeta stayed behind, still in deep thought. He gulped. This wasn't going to be as easy as he thought it would be....

A/N: I think this was a short ch *sigh* sorry bout that. And about the "emo" thing. If you were, in any way, offended by this, sorry about that. I'm not against emo in any way, because I don't discriminate... either way, if you felt offended by this, I will apologize personally... well, until the next chpt!! ; )