Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Yin and Yang ❯ Chapter Three ( Chapter 3 )

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AN: hey everyone!!! I'm back…and ready to get started. This chapter has a new lil' twist to it…one that I thought was pure genius on my behalf, I hope you guys like it!!! It's kinda vague…but everything will explain itself in the end.

Chapter 3

Krillin smiled weakly at 18, and was rewarded with another one of her indifferent, cold stares. She flicked back her perfect blonde hair, and regarded the guy standing in front of her with a piercing scowl, not unlike Vegeta's. "I still cannot believe you'd do that…to Bulma. You've known her longer than you have me." she hissed. "I don't even know how you got the nerve to call me up."

"I'm sooo sorry Juu. But life is just totally miserable without you!" Krillin whimpered softly.

"Save it for someone who cares," she muttered coldly. "If you came here, to expect my forgiveness. You're going to be waiting a long time. Second chances are one thing…but betraying the trust of me and my friend's is a totally different story. Not to mention the whole deal with Marron."

What?! She knows!?! Krillin gasped in his thoughts. No way…but then again, 18 did have that unnerving way of knowing when something was up with him. When Krillin wasn't up to any good.

"Wait…" Krillin blurted. "How'd you find out about Marron?"

"Oh, so you admit it then?" Juu asked frostily. Krillin nodded reluctantly. "Well…unlike you, I actually have friends outside of our little group."

Ouch, cold. Krillin thought, but was prepared to overlook the slander if it meant that him and 18 could patch things up.

"-and, they told me how they saw you sneaking around with her. I always borrow your cell phone. And on your cell, you have 'caller history', so just for fun…I decided to check it. Well, what'd you know? Most of your calls were to the ever-so-slutty Marron." She said, ticking off her fingers.

"Caller history?!" Krillin practically yelled indignantly. "Sorry for saying this, Juu. But don't you think that's a bit on the possessive side?" This was unlike 18. She never got jealous, never acted possessive; it was common knowledge that Krillin was somewhat of a ladies' man. They just happened to like his fun, carefree, easygoing personality. Juu never seemed to have a problem with it before. This was definitely something new.

"I was bored," Juu tossed back her hair, her normally pale pallor, turning the slightest shade of rose, revealing her true distress. "Not like it matters…Anyways, if you don't have anything important to discuss, I think I'll take my leave." She stood up, and prepared to leave Krillin's dormitory. Krillin grabbed her wrist, and pleaded at Juu with his eyes.

"Please…Juu-chan. Just give me one more…last…chance."

18's composed expression softened for a moment, "Like I said before…I think that some time apart is what we really, genuinely need right now." She then hardened back to the ice princess look that she had always worn, and the one Krillin thought he had finally melted. "It'll be beneficial for us both in the long run…I'm sure of it…but until then-don't hold back out of some misplaced loyalty for me. Marron's available." With one last flick of her blonde locks, she walked out of the door, head held high.

Unknown to Krillin, her eyes were closed, to hold back the unshed tears, that she swore would never fall. Krillin mouthed his remorse silently, still shocked at the cold rejection he had received from his ex.

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Outside, Juu was climbing into her black Nissan Altima through blurred eyes. Trying to find something to take her mind off of things, she flipped on the radio. Avril Lavigne's 'Complicated' was playing.

Why do you have to go and make things so complicated, I see the way you're acting like you're somebody else gets me frustrated. Life likes this …You fall and you crawl And you break and you take what you get And you turn it into honesty And promise me I'm never gonna find you fakin'…No, no, no…

Even more depressed, Juu sped off for home, shutting off the radio as she pulled out of the parking lot.

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Bulma frantically confronted one of the students standing behind the desk. "I need to know about a recent transfer!"

"I'm sorry," the girl said in a bored manner. "That's confidential information."

"N-no but…I just need to find out where he's staying. Please, I'm begging you!" Bulma pleaded.

The girl (her nametag read Aimee), regarded Bulma with cool hazel eyes for awhile. "Why?" she asked suspiciously.

"He-he's very important to me. I've got something I need to tell him."

"Does it have to do in the family department?" Aimee asked. Bulma looked at her once, wondering if she could trust her. Then muttered,

"Something like that…"

"Oh…well in that case." Aimee murmured, a sympathetic look falling over her tanned face. "I'm not supposed to be doing this, but if it involves a potential third party…I'm assuming it's an emergency."

"Yes, yes...oh god it is," Bulma mumbled.

"Now, what did you say his name was?"

"Vegeta. Vegeta Ouji."

"V…Ve…Ouji…" Aimee muttered, scrolling down the LCD screen. After a brief moment that seemed like an eternity, she looked up again. "Sorry, he doesn't seem to be a student at Columbia."

"What?!" Bulma screeched, causing several students and employees to look up. "Sorry," she murmured in a much softer tone, then turned back to the girl. "What do you mean he's not here?"

"Well…he's on the waiting list. But he doesn't seem to be an active student. We actually get a lot of cases like that."

"Nani? I mean…pardon me?" Bulma apologized for the slight slip of language.

"Well, yeah. He might've received the acceptance letter, but most students-sometimes they're too excited, or just plain careless-forget to mail in a replying letter, saying that they have accepted our offer. If it's international, generally, it's recommended to use email, so we get the reply right away. Sounds to me like your…erm…boyfriend, forgot to mail us back. I'm really sorry about this. But Columbia has to be very very strict when it comes to admission's and stuff like that. We're one of the top-rated school's in the country. Really, I am extremely regretful that I can't help. Perhaps he's returned home?"

"I doubt it," Bulma replied with a weak smile.

"I am truly sorry about this, is there anything I can do?" Aimee asked again.

"Well…" Bulma paused. "Actually there is. If Vegeta does show up, can you call this number?" Bulma asked, scribbling her cell phone number on a pad of paper.

"Of course," Aimee smiled graciously, and took the slip of paper.

"Thank you so much…"

"Oh, and miss?" Bulma turned back to the counter. "What's your name?"

"Oh…sorry. I'm Bulma Briefs." Bulma smiled sadly one last time, and disappeared out the glass-paneled doors.

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Damnit, where the hell could you be, Vegeta? Bulma whispered silently in her mind. Her eyes wandering through the crowd, as though she could catch the telltale glimpse of his flame-styled hair. Not a chance, there were so many people, of odd shapes and sizes, with hairstyles that bested even Vegeta's, that they were all just a nebulous blur. With a small sigh, she paged the driver, and hopped into the black limo that pulled up moments later; wondering what her next step should be.

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Vegeta growled in impatience when the someone knocked on the door. He had been in a very peaceful nap, but was awoken by the constant rapping on the door. Reluctantly, he padded over to the door, all the while pulling on a discarded t-shirt. Vegeta glanced through the peephole, and saw his manager, Kathy, standing there, and someone else who he didn't know; and by the smug look in his blue eyes, didn't want to know. Vegeta pulled open the door.

"Vegeta! Hi!" Kathy smiled brightly. "Hey, we've got a new employee at the Aqua Underground, and much like you…he doesn't have any housing either. So I figured he could stay at your place until he finds an apartment."

"How come I'm the one who has to find a new place?" he asked in a smooth tone.

"Sorry, Vegeta's been here for almost a month now. He's got first dibs on the apartment. It was a…present, if you wish." Kathy apologized. "But that's okay. It's NYC, there are plenty of housing everywhere. Just depends on whether you wanna live in some ghetto, or a Madison Avenue penthouse. It's all good."

"Who are you?" Vegeta blurted in his usual gruff manner.

"Oh!" Kathy gasped. "I'm so sorry. I completely forgot. Vegeta this is Jesse; Jesse, this is Vegeta." She looked at her watch. "Oh, damnit. I've really got to run. I'll leave you guys here to get settled in. Be nice, you two." She warned in a playful tone, then dashed off.

"Hey, man," Jesse said in his silky tone, one that could melt glass. "Where's my room?"

"There's an empty room over there," Vegeta nodded to the right side of the apartment. "There's a futon in there, and a table and a chair. You should find it adequate."

"Thanks very much, mate," as Vegeta walked silently out the door in his usual brooding manner. It wasn't until Vegeta reached the end of the hall, that he realized that Jesse had an awkward accent. Australian almost.

On top of that…there was something about this Jesse. Something in his too-blue eyes. Something that Vegeta didn't like.

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Goku was pacing the room anxiously, holding a highlighter in one hand, pen behind his left ear, and muttering to himself. His art history test was tomorrow, and at the rate he was going, he'd flunk that too-like everything else that was happening in his personal life. There was waaay too much tension in his life. ChiChi bustled through the door loudly, carrying two large brown bags of groceries, and dragging two more plastic ones. Her feet stumbled in the throw rug, and Goku reached out, instinctively, to catch her. They both tumbled onto the couch together, groceries sprawled everywhere…forgotten for the moment.

"Chi…" Goku breathed into her ear, while she shivered involuntarily. Oh, how good it felt to be underneath him again. Without thinking, she ran her hands across his broad chest, and down his abdomen to the top of his jeans. Her mind finally caught up with her raging hormones, and she just managed to stop herself before unfastening the button.

"Goku-" ChiChi began, but before she got any farther, Goku's mouth was on her's…gently caressing her tongue and lips. ChiChi was kissing him back, until she realized what they were doing, she put her hands on his chest (Oh god, how good his pecs felt!), and pushed his lips gently off her's. "Goku…we can't do this."

"Nani?" Goku murmured confusedly, still on top of the raven-haired ChiChi. "God Chi, I knew it was a bad decision…but…" he groaned, "I love you so much, I don't think I can go one day more without you." ChiChi's dark eyes searched his face, and she saw nothing but sincere honesty, he wasn't kidding around with her. She knew Goku better then that. "I need you, Chi. Please. Just give me one last chance. You won't regret it. I will never do anything like this ever again."

ChiChi sighed softly. Son-kun did have a point. This had to be the once-in-a-lifetime thing…he had never done anything like this. Call it a momentary lapse of morals…if you will.

"I don't know…" she said slowly, Goku looked at her dejectedly, like a lost puppy. "…but I am willing to give our relationship a try, if you swear never to do anything else like this again."

Goku smiled happily, and stood up, swinging ChiChi into his broad arms. "I swear…on my manhood that I will never do anything like this ever again."

"Your manhood, eh?" ChiChi giggled. "Let's not go that far."

"Oh…I'm willing to show you how far I'll go…" Goku grinned naughtily-and he did, all day (and night) long.

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Bulma stalked dejectedly through the well-groomed lawns of the Ivy League university before sinking down on a stone bench. "Gods…where are you Vegeta?" she murmured, looking up at the sky. She rubbed her stomach distractedly, feeling the first stirrings of life move within her. She smiled grimly, a determined look overcoming her features. She'd find the man…even if it was the last thing she'd ever do.

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AN: *sigh* I was hoping for more reviews…bummer. O well, thanks anywayz Susan, and everyone else who does review. Shoutout to my good buddy from SBHS (Ukyo)…so far so good huh? And about the 'other' plot that I had in store, I've decided not to use that. I'll make a SEPARATE fic to suit my needs, the plot is just too intense, and draws away from the original intention of the fic…which is a b/v thing. *frustration sets in and writer's block takes over* LOL review!!!!!

AN#2: I'm in the process of considering a vampire fic. Goku, Vegeta= Vampires. Yes? No? maybe…answer in your REVIEW!!!!!!