Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ up 2 date & timeless : A bulma and vegeta get togather fic ❯ I wonder who it could be? ( Chapter 2 )

Bulma was laying on her soft icy-blue comforters, her head propped up agasint the matching pillows with little glitter sliver stars on them. She flipped through the channels with the remote control. "Nothings on," she said to herself bored. She clicked it onto MTV-2 and rolled on her side. Aqua strands of hair fell over into her face, her blue eyes started to glaze over with tears again. How could he do this? How could he play Bulma like a broken fiddle he found in the dumpsters? She scratched her leg through her blue jeans sighing to herself. Tears rolled freely over her face and dripped onto her blanket. She grabbed a white bunny that was laying beside her and cuddled it affectionately. Over the fast beats of the Sk8 Boi that was playing on TV she could here someone knocking at the door.

"Hunny?" her mother called through the door. Bulma sniffed and wiped her eyes.

"Yes, Mom?" her voice cracked. Bulma's mother pushed the door open. She was wearing a her red sweater and black pants, which was very unusual. Bulma looked up from her redden eyes shocked that her mother looked...soo..professional? She even had her hair smoothed down from her usual fluffy curls. Instead she had it back into a tight bun with a diamond hair clip. She sat down on Bulma's bed.

"Dear what's wrong?" Mrs. Briefs asked smoothing her daughter's hair down. Bulma hugged the bunny tighter, glaring at the black jacket with Dragons written across the front. "Oooh," her mother said putting a manicured hand up to her cheek. "Problems with Yamucha again?"

"THAT NYMPHOMANIAC BASTARD!" Bulma shouted, causing her mother to fall off the bed in shock. "I can't BELIEVE HIM! I HATE him! He was picking up girls on our date Mom! OUR FUCKING DATE!" she cried out and looked down at her mother wincing at her earsplitting screams. "Our you okay?" Bulma asked, tears running down her face. Mrs. Briefs got up quickly holding her back.

"Yes, honey I'm fine."

"Oh..alright." Bulma said calmly before whipping around and crying hysterically into her pillow. Mrs. Briefs quickly got up and came back with a tray with two tea cups on top. She sat it down on Bulma's nightstand and handed her a cup. Bulma slowly calmed down crying, starring at her reflection in the tea.

"Honey," the blond mother started up. "I remember when I was your age, I had this boyfriend. His name was Scott, he wore these tight leather pants, and this leather jacket. Not to mention the most beautiful hair I've ever seen. He was a Tommy Lee look-a-like. The drug free Tommy Lee." Mrs. Briefs seemed to ignore the look her daughter gave her when she said leather pants but went on with her story. "So anyway, of course I considered myself lucky to have a guy as good looking and charming as him to myself. Little did I know the rest of the girls had him to themselves. The Cheerleaders, the popular's, the rich girls, the loose girls that everyone has been with, girls volleyball team, basketball team, Ms. Parker our Sex Ed. teacher, the school newspaper editor, even the damn girls on the Beta Club and Chess team," Mrs. Brief's said with clenched teeth, gripping the china cup in her hand so tight it shattered in her palms. Blumba's eyes grew into wide saucers as she watched her mother go from crazy to sweet and humble again. She picked up a napkin and continued with her story. "But after so long I had all I could take of his 'please babies' and 'I'll never do it again.' I knew I deserved much better. So I ended up going out with your father, and look where I am today! While Scott is in the back alley of Mc Donald's waiting for the clean up crew to through out left overs of Big Mac's and chicken nuggets," she finished with a smile. Bulma had her cup raised to her lips with a blank expression. who are you and what have you done with my mother she thought to herself. Mrs. Briefs laughed quickly. "The point of the story is, never stay where your unhappy. Unless you want to be in the back alley of Mc Donald's begging for honey mustard sauce!"

"What?!" asked Bulma extremely confused.

"Oh look at the time! I have to go to a meeting with your father," Mrs. Briefs said quickly and kissed her daughter on the forehand and rushed out the door. As odd as her mother's story was, Bulma decided that it did make since. She had been with Yamucha for the longest. She had always put up with him and his excuses and mistakes. But this, this was the last straw. Bulma stood up on the bed with a Superman pose. She could almost here the theme music playing in the background. This is it world! Say good-bye to Depressed Bulma and say Hello to Happy Bulma!!! She was going to dump Yamucha, go shopping, get a new hair style, and go boyfriend hunting. But first...she was going to go get her some cake to go with her tea. She took her cup and walked downstairs to the kitchen.

While she was busy trying to get out the cake the phone rung. Bulma walked over to the phone, looking on the caller ID. Yamucha? Bulma's eyes darted around, it rang again. She lifted her chin up high in the air and walked out of the room. I'm not going to answer it, I'm not going to answer it, I'm not going to answer it, she kept repeating to herself in her head. It rang a 3rd time, finally a 4th time. Bulma came sliding around the corner in her socks and grabbed the phone. "Hello? Oh what do YOU want?" she said trying to sound annoyed.

"Hey? Babe look I dunno if your mad at me or something but-"

"Now why would you think that?" The blue haired girl asked, balancing the phone between her shoulder and ear, observing her green painted fingernails closely.

"Well cause um....you've been ignoring my phone calls for the past day and a half." He said. Bulma slapped her head, he doesn't even know!

"Well, maybe you should call MARRON ask her why I'm so upset!" Bulma shouted into the phone. Yamucha made a confused sound until he understood completely what Bulma was talking about.

"Marron?"

"MHM, Marron! The woman's phone number I found in your pocket."

"Oh so that's where I left it! Thanks babe your a real help," said Yamucha sincerely, was Bulma hearing this right. Yamucha thanking her for finding his mistress's phone number. "See Marron is my cousin," he said have laughing. "She gave me her phone number because she needed to call me to tell me when the funeral is." Yamucha said.

"Funeral?" Bulma asked feeling stupider by the second.

" Yea, her mother died two days ago. So I agreed to meet her at the themepark. I knew if I told you would get all defensive. 'Yamucha you told me you'll stop cheating on me! Who was that girl your with?'" he said poorly impersonating Bulma's voice. The girl leaned up agasint the wall. Someone just stamp JACKASS on my forehead please. she thought to herself.

"Alright Yamucha goodbye," Bulma said slowly, pulling herself off the wall.

"Alright Babe, I love-" Yamucha's voice was met by the dail tone. Bulma shook her head. She had no choice but to hang up on him. She didn't want to force out a ' I love you too,' today. He could have told her at least he was meeting his cousin! Bulma walked over to the counter to get take a sip of her tea so she could make up her mind if her boyfriend was lieing or not. Before she even had time to sallow her second gulp the door bell went off. She sighed and slammed the cup down, but not hard enough to break it. Her blue eye looked at the sercuity camra just ouside her door and she almost screamed. The untameable black hair that shot up like flames? The familiar scold that seemed like a cold mask, and that undeinable short but well toned body. It couldn't be..

Thanks for the reviews everyone!! Im so glad u liked my chapter! I hope u like this one. Stay tuned for future updates n dont 4get to read my other fanfic 'Time of the month' for Cowboy bebop.

*thinks to myself* why do i feel like one of those corny guys off commericals?