Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Yin and Yang ❯ Chapter 5 ( Chapter 5 )

Disclaimer: Nope, I don't own them, although I sure do wish I owned the Mercedes SLK32 AMG that I mentioned in my fics…ahem.

AN: Just to clarify one thing that my friend bought to my attention, she says that Marron is legally an adult, since she's in college and her parents can't make her do anything, that is true. BUT, she's the heiress (like Bulma) to a small, but profitable company. So, if she wants to keep the company (and her hefty trust fund), she's going to have to go along with what mommy and daddy say. Also in I think the first chapter I mentioned how Marron says to Bulma that not everyone can bum off mommy and daddy, I was also emphasizing the point that Marron is a HUGE hypocrite. Hope that clears up any discrepancies it might've caused. Thanks for reading.

AN#2: yes I know, I'm sorry…but I updated a lot faster this time due to the fact that some ppl might've been getting impatient, and not to mention that I think everyone wants to read the b/v confrontation, which is rather tame if you ask me…

Chapter 5

"Hello, dearest!" Bunny said cheerfully.

"Hey Mom," Bulma said, unable to not smile at the sight of her mother's cheery grin. "How're things back home?"

"Oh, just lovely! Did I mention that my petunias were voted the Most Vibrant out of all the others? Oh, it sure wiped that smug look off of Patty's face!"

"That's great, mom," Bulma attempted lamely. Personally, she had no real interest in her mother's gardening habits. "Anything else?"

"No, not much really. You're father's been babbling on about some new hydraulics system, or whatnot."

"Really?" Bulma's interest perked. "That's so cool. I'll help him when I get back."

"That would be wonderful, darling. Now, I know you probably didn't call me just to see how I was doing. Is something wrong?"

"Not really…yea…everything's just gone down the drain," Bulma answered depressedly.

"Well, sweetie, what is it? I can't exactly help you if you keep me in the dark."

"I've been looking for Vegeta for the past few days…"

"That's wonderful! Have you found him?" the blonde asked anxiously.

"No, that's the thing." Bulma sighed. "I'm beginning to get really worried. And I don't know what to do. All this anxiety…can't be good for my blood pressure."

"Why don't you go out and have some fun?" Bunny grinned. "You look like you need to relax, dearie. Go to a spa in the mountains, go dancing…whatever it is you young people like to do for fun. I'm sure Vegeta can live another day without you."

"But-But-" Bulma stuttered, not really able to think of a good rebuke.

"Now, now." Bunny chided softly. "Have fun, just for one night. Promise me. Tonight, you'll go out and have fun and relax, then you can continue your vigil tomorrow, or in a few days. Take a break, honey."

"Mom, I really want to-"

"I know you do. But sometimes…you can't always get what you want. You're so torn up with anxiety and worry, that you probably can't think straight. Not to mention it's not good for the baby. You have to think for two people now, and do what's best for both of you. Take a break. Go out…have some fun, and then when your mind's cleared up, go hunting for Vegeta again. Chances are, he's right under your nose, you just can't see it." The dense woman actually was making sense for once.

"Maybe you're right," Bulma finally relented, rubbing her stomach gently, as to remind herself of the person she was carrying. "Thanks, mom. I'll do that."

"That's my baby," Bunny smiled. "Now, it's late, and I've got to go. Call me with any new news, okay?"

"Can do. Love you, mom."

"Love you too, sweetheart."

* * *

'I can't believe him, that bastard!' Vegeta thought, angrily pacing the floor of his apartment. His roommate was obnoxious, annoying, had a know-it-all attitude, and his goddamn accent was driving him nuts! If that Jesse freak didn't move out soon, Vegeta would explode, and incinerate his ass.

It was late afternoon, the time when Vegeta would go to sleep, to get ready for a night of work ahead, and Jesse had the nerve to bring home some guest! They had stayed in the living room for hours, laughing, drinking beer, talking, playing cards. Whatever the hell it was, Vegeta couldn't sleep. He could hear everything they were chuckling about through the paper-thin walls. He's finally broke, and screamed.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!!!!!!! SOME PEOPLE HAVE THINGS TO DO THIS EVENING!!!!!"

"Who the fuck is that?" Jesse's companion asked.

"Ach, my roommate. A little bit of a bastard at that too," Jesse answered, not bothering to keep his voice down.

Vegeta stormed out of the room, and swiftly walked over to Jesse, grabbing him by the collar. "I'll show you bastard," he snarled, and brought his left arm back for a sharp hook to the side of the blue-eyed man's face. His arm had just swung, when a fleshy palm caught his fist, and held it back.

"I don't believe we've met," he said, when Vegeta turned around, dropping Jesse. Jesse quickly straightened and walked over to his friend's side, seemingly hididng behind him.

"Who the fuck are you?" Vegeta snorted.

"My name is Frieza. Who are you?"

"Vegeta." Vegeta sneered, as his eyes ran down the repulsive creature in front of him. He had pasty white skin, and was wearing an awkward pair of large, clunky shoes. His head was obviously not in proportion to his small frame, and seemed to be wearing a large, purple helmet.

"Vegeta, yes…" Frieza hissed, tapping a black fingernail on his chin. Vegeta cocked an eyebrow in defiance.

"I don't have time for this shit," Vegeta said, and pushed past the duo to his private bedroom. Once inside, Frieza and Jesse began conversing in hushed tones, but Vegeta's heightened senses managed to pick up most of their conversation.

"He's the one?" Frieza's distinctive, raspy voice asked.

"I'm sure of it," Jesse answered.

"Ah..yes. Well, since he knows of both of us now, you are aware of the fact that he will have to be exterminated also?"

"I am well aware of that fact. I was already preparing for his demise since the first day I walked in here."

"He must remain alive until we find the girl."

"Bait. I know."

"Very good, Zarbon…"

Zarbon?! Vegeta thought. Why does that name sound so familiar?

"…I will call you within the next 48 hours to check up on your progress. This had better be done fast, father is getting impatient."

"Yes, as fast as I can make it."

"Good," Frieza chuckled. "I shall be leaving now. Don't forget…"

"I won't."

* * *

Bulma promptly collapsed on her bed after hanging up with her mother. If she was going to go out tonight and party…she had to be well rested. She set her alarm for 3 hours. "That should be plenty of time," she said aloud, and was asleep before her head hit the pillows.

3 hours later…

"Urgh," Bulma groaned groggily, and sat up, shutting off her clock radio in the process. But she immediately brightened when she saw that the sun was slowly setting, and the bright lights of city nightlife were already coming to. "Yippee!" she cheered, and literally hopped to the shower. An hour later, she emerged, smelling of raspberries and violets, and totally refreshed. "Now what to wear?"

The heiress sauntered over to her large, walk-in closet and selected one of her most sexiest, most devious outfits. It was the one that had made guys drool when she walked into some random club back in Japan. It would be sure to work here also. Sexy never went out of style.

"Good thing I'm not big and fat yet," Bulma said, surveying her scantily clad form in the mirror. She was wearing a midriff-baring tube top, with nothing but leather thongs that laced up the back. She had on tight, black leather flares, and black heels. The pants had been a little harder to wrestle into this evening, but the final outcome was still the same; she looked gorgeous. "Now for makeup," Bulma sat down at the en suite vanity, and began dusting powder onto her face. In a few moments she had applied black eyeliner, cat-eye style, and black mascara, drawing attention to her big blue eyes. She put on some simple silver creamy eyeshadow and glitter. Then to top it off, she put on Maybelline's Wet Shine Diamonds lipstick, in a deep crimson, that looked strangely like blood.

Bulma took the hot rollers out of her hair, and gently coaxed the blue curls to fall gently around her shoulders. She spritzed some glitter into them, and them rubbed shimmer lotion all over her slim figure, drawing attention to her even bronze tan.

"No taxi for me tonight," she grinned evilly, as she pulled out her capsule case, and selected a silver one.

Bulma sauntered over to the elevator and pressed the 'L' button. The elevator quickly descended, and for the first time in all the time she's been here, she actually smiled in appreciation at the doorman. Stepping outside into the private drop-off section of the prestigious hotel, she popped out a gorgeous, silver Mercedes SLK32 AMG (a two-seater convertible), and hopped in. She intentionally left the top down as she sped away, so that the wind would give her a sexy, windblown look when she got to whatever place she was going to be hanging at tonight.

* * *

Vegeta got up groggily, and checked the clock. 11:57 PM. His shift started in approximately 33 minutes, at half past midnight. Vegeta shuffled to the shower, and quickly rinsed himself awake, then proceeded to his meager closet to pick out another, dark outfit that he was going to dawn tonight.

Wearing a black muscle shirt, sagged indigo jeans, and black Timbies, he walked into the kitchen, presumably to get a drink. He was struck with a bit of nostalgia when he caught his reflection in the stainless steel pot, someone left on the counter. It was the same outfit that he wore when he took Bulma to the movies. Shaking away any thoughts of the blue-haired goddess, he quickly downed a small bottle of Sunny D, and decided to plop down on the couch and watch whatever random sitcom was on, until he had to leave.

15 minutes later, Vegeta rose, and walked the few blocks to Aqua Underground, to assume his post.

"Hey Vegeta!" Kathy smiled, as Vegeta walked into the office to sign in. "Had a good day?"

"Whatever," Vegeta grumbled, cranky and in a silent mood.

"All right," Kathy said, raising a perfectly sculpted brow. "Have fun tonight."

Vegeta only grunted as he walked out to door. Outside, he easily weaved his way through the gyrating bodies on the dance floor, and assumed his post, just outside the door. It was a chilly night, and he involuntarily shivered until his resolve straightened, and he set his face in a grim line. It was going to be a long morning (or night, depending on how you look at it).

* * *

Bulma smiled as she sped to downtown Manhattan, and onto the club scene. There were gorgeous places everywhere. Cadillac Bar, and Webster's Hall, all seemingly great, with practically international acclaim, and here she was, in the middle of it all. Off to one side though, she caught a dance club. For some reason, the blue waves that were fluttering around it, made it look enticing and attractive. She headed straight for the Aqua Underground.

When she reached the door, she glanced at the entrance appreciatively. There seemed to be a lot of people, and the music looked fun and fast, the way she liked it. She flashed her ID, and paid her cover charge and walked in.

* * *

Vegeta walked out of the restroom, wiping his slightly damp hands on his jeans. He had downed a couple of beers an hour ago, and the urge to pee caught up with him.

"Hey Vegeta!" Dahlia the bartender waved him over. "I've got a break coming up. What d'you say about me and you on the dance floor?"

"I'd say it sounds like a deal in five minutes," Vegeta smirked slyly. "I just need to find Maxwell to take over my post."

"No prob. Saw him disappear into the VIP lounge a few seconds ago." Vegeta offered a brief nod, and turned around, walking towards the second floor where the VIP lounge was situated. Due to the rapidly flashing lights, and the naturally dark interior of the dance floor, Vegeta slammed into somebody's shoulder, hard.

"Kuso! Hey watch it, baka!" came an indigant voice. Vegeta's eyebrows shot up in recognition at the voice, and turned around just in time to see a flash of blue hair disappear into the crowd.

"No," he muttered, now heading up the stairs. "Couldn't have been. She's in Japan. It's New York City. There are lots of people around here with crazy hair colors." But then again…she did let out a few Japanese swear words… Vegeta shook his head, and started searching from Maxwell.

* * *

"Oww…" Bulma moaned, rubbing her sore shoulder. She was heading for the bar to get a drink, when some jerk just walked right into her. As though she wasn't there at all. Her temper had gotten to the best of her, and she had blurted out a few foreign words before she realized that she spoke Japanese. "Damn," she said as she sat down. A pretty African-American girl sauntered up to her.

"Hey, what can I get you?"

"Fuzzy navel daiquiri," Bulma said, in the mood for something a little different than the usual strawberry pina colada that she had.

"All right, comin' right up," the girl said, turning to face the numerous bottles of alcohol behind her.

"Hey Dahl!" a guy shouted from the other side of the bar. "Pass me that big spoon right next to you!" without missing a beat, the girl picked up the spoon and tossed it to her coworker, still working on getting Bulma her drink.

"Here you are," she sat down a coaster, and the drink, and in a split second was off serving another customer.

"You ready?" came a gruff voice, behind Bulma, and a little bit to the left. She leaned back and tilted her head. It was the hot guy from Starbucks! He was here! At the club! Oh lucky day!

"Yeah, gimme a second, V." Dahlia answered, pouring one last shot. "Cover for me, Ames!" she yelled at a redhead, who was tying on an apron. "Let's boogie," Dahlia said, wiggling her hips as she grabbed the blonde guy's wrist and dragged him to the dance floor.

"I don't boogie, woman," he answered in a solemn tone, but his the mischievous twinkle in his eyes gave him away. Bulma immediately pushed away her drink, the daiquiri was a bit too strong for her anyways, and followed them out onto the floor. The were just a few paces away, but due to the grinding figures, all she could do was watch those gorgeous blonde spikes from afar. Being a crowded club, you didn't necessarily need a partner to dance, all you had to do was move, so that's what Bulma did.

She was inching closer and closer to the blonde guy and his partner, and pretty soon enough, she was rubbing her butt up against his. At the movement from behind him, Vegeta turned around, only to gaze into Bulma's big blue eyes. He gasped inwardly, while his exterior struggled to remain calm.

"Wanna dance?" Bulma asked seductively, swaying sensually to the music. In answer to her questions, Vegeta placed his strong arms around her waist as they grinded to the fast, techno beat. As the song ended, Vegeta's original partner came up and whispered something in his ear. He nodded once, and immediately left the dance floor.

Not so easily intimidated, Bulma followed him, still swaying to the music so that she could move easier through the large crowd. Vegeta's small frame was working for him in this situation, allowing him to manuever quickly. He could sense that Bulma was still behind him. But if she managed to catch up with him, and look in his eyes, she'd recognize him right away. Due to the darkness of the dance floor, and Vegeta's distraction, Bulma hadn't really seen his gaze. Contact lenses or not, she, the most perceptive towards him out of all their friends, would be able to tell that it was him.

Finally reaching just outside the club door, Vegeta let out a breath he didn't know he had been holding, and slipped him hands into his pockets awkwardly, like some nervous little boy.

* * *

Goddamnit! Bulma cried mentally. Where the hell is he? She had saw him disappear off the dance floor, and she scanned the surrounding area. He wasn't in the small shop, or at the bar. Maybe…he went outside. If I move fast enough, I might still be able to catch him! There was something irresistible and alluring about this guy that attracted Bulma to him like a moth is attracted to the flame. She knew that if she got too close, she might get burned, but that was a risk she'd have to take. You only live once after all.

Bulma walked outside, and spotted the guy, leaning against the brick wall, looking immensely tense and worried.

"Um…hi," Bulma said weakly, leaning slightly, she left the warmth of the club, and stepped onto the chilly pavement. The guy offered no response. "My name's Bulma," she tried again. "I think we've met before. At the Starbucks between 15th and Main?"

The guy only grunted. Bulma sighed impatiently. This could take sometime, oh well…she had plenty of experience and even more practice when it came to dealing with stubborness.

They stood out there in mutual silence for about 10 minutes, until Vegeta decided to try something drastic. Nothing ventured, nothing gained. He looked at her, straight into the deep ocean of her eyes.

Bulma was surprised to see the blonde guy staring at her, but she met his gaze, and realized that his eyes were the most exquisite shade of teal. She searched and delved deeper into that gaze. His eyes seemed guarded, but she could tell that emotion flickered beneath them, blazing like a fiery inferno. They reminded her of someone…someone she loved…someone she missed…someone she cared for.

Bulma moistened her lips and said in a dry whisper. "…Vegeta?"

The guy raised a cocky eyebrow, oh gods how he reminded her of Vegeta, and looked away.

"I'm sorry," Bulma apologized, laughing off her embarassment. "You just remind me of an…old friend… Sorry."

"Do I?" the guy finally commented, after a moment's pause. Bulma would recognize that velvety voice anywhere. There was only one person she knew of with a voice that rough, yet that smooth.

"V-V-Vegeta?" Bulma tried one more time. The guy didn't answer, but just looked at her with that same penetrating gaze, then looked beyond her.

The sun was beginning to rise, signaling the start of a new day. Vegeta checked his Fossil watch. Yup, 5:42 AM, he was done with work, and walked off to his apartment without another word. Bulma followed him, heels clicking urgently into the pavement. She was still in shock. That was Vegeta? But he looked so different, but those eyes. Those eyes, no matter what color they were, could not hide his real feelings, his real persona.

Vegeta turned into his apartment complex building, and headed straight for his room, ignoring the elevator. Bulma followed, panting slightly, after practically jogging 5 blocks in three-inch heels. Just as Vegeta entered onto his floor, Jesse walked out of their room.

"Oh, back from work so soon?" Jesse asked mildly. "I have business to attend to, so I won't be back for awhile. Don't wait up."

"Like I ever would," Vegeta grumbled, and ducked into the room. Jesse chuckled for no apparent reason, and stepped into the elevator. Just as Jesse pressed the '1' button, Bulma emerged from the staircase. Her keen eyes caught the slight 'click' of a door being closed and she assumed that it was Vegeta's room. She walked right over to it and knocked three times.

"Vegeta!" she called. "We need to talk." No answer. "I've got something important to tell you." Still no answer. Bulma decided to drop the bombshell. "It concerns your child." Inside the room, Vegeta was in the process of dropping dead onto the bed, when her last words caught his attention. Angry and cranky, he got up and pulled open the door.

"Woman, what the hell are you talking about?!" he growled angrily, clad only in his navy silk boxers. "I thought you wanted me out of your life!"

"I did," Bulma said depressedly. "But that was until the test came out positive."

"What the fuck are you babbling about?"

"Can I come in?" Bulma tried feebly. "It-it's too personal to be talking about in the hallway." Vegeta turned on his heel and walked into the room, indicating that Bulma was to follow.

Bulma shut the door behind her, and sat down on the edge of the couch. "Thank you," she sighed, looking incredibly weary.

The sat there in mutual silence, until Vegeta decided to speak up. "Woman, state your purpose and leave. You've hunted me down like the bloodhound you are. Aren't you happy enough?" he ran a frustrated hand through his blonde spikes.

"I wish I was happy. I am a lot more cheerful than I was a few days ago." Bulma admitted. "I was looking for you. You weren't at Columbia, and I was at a complete loss at where else you would be. I have something to tell you."

"No shit you do. You've been yelling it like a banshee. Well, what is it? I haven't got all day," Vegeta growled impatiently.

"Vegeta…I-I'm pregnant." Bulma said softly, searching his face for any reaction. Vegeta's face tightened.

"So?"

"It's your's," she replied in an even tinier voice, bordering on a whisper.

"That's ridiculous." Vegeta scoffed. "You must be mistaken. You don't look fat to me," he said, eyeing her form, still clad in her club clothes.

"Vegeta, you know damn well from high school sex ed. that chicks don't get fat until their third trimester, I'm barely into my first."

"But you can't," Vegeta said, panicking slightly. "I-I mean I pulled out. I swear to god I did."

"It doesn't matter," Bulma said glumly. "Remember in that video we saw? Sperm is there before and after intercourse takes place."

"What do you want me to do?" Vegeta said, resuming his usual indifferent pose.

"I don't know," Bulma admitted honestly. "I just thought you'd like to know."

"Well, I do now."

"I'm keeping the child," Bulma tried weakly.

"I figured you would."

"Vegeta…don't you even want to see the baby?"

"No." This was the LAST thing Vegeta needed. A brat. Children were loud, annoying, ugly…disgusting really. But he wasn't…couldn't be a father. It was impossible. There was too much shit going on in his life for him to deal with. Let alone adding a child, and a wife to the mix.

"You're impossible," Bulma snapped, running a hand through her hair. Then she stood up. "Well, I've done what I need to do. Here's my information." She put down a slip of paper with the Plaza's telephone number, with her extension, and her room number. "If you change your mind, I'll be here. Please think it over Vegeta. I know you're afraid to say it, but I love you. I need you. Please." With that heartrending confession, she turned to leave. She pulled open the door, only to see a man with blond hair and baby-blue eyes, and a pasty guy with a huge purple helmet standing right in front of her.

"My, my, my…did an angel drop down from heaven?" Jesse asked slyly.

"Not really," Bulma said coldly, not in the mood for cheap pickup lines and flirting. "Now if you'll excuse me…" she tried to slip around him and out the door, but Jesse gripped her upper arm, and held her in place as he walked into the room. Vegeta had discreetly walked into his room to slip on some clothing.

"This is absolutely wonderful," Jesse smirked.

"Good job, Zarbon. Your plan was certainly most sucessful." Frieza said slyly.

"Zarbon…?" Bulma whispered. Oh gods she remembered that man…

~>~>~>

Back in just her freshman year of college, Bulma was thrilled that she was accepted to Koremori Technology Institute. She had gone to the exclusive campus, many miles away from her family, and attended school peacefully into her third semester. Over the course of the year, she had been receiving threatening phone calls, and several disturbing letters. She had shown them to her family, but her father assured her that that was natural. Capsule Corp. was at the top of their game, there was definitely bound to be jealous people. But the jealousy went out of hand, when her dormitory was burned down.

There were only a few people in the dormitory at that time, Bulma had gone home for the weekend to visit her family and friends who remained in the Western Capital. Thankfully, no one was hurt, and Capsule Corp. decided to pay for the damages. The investigators concluded the fire as arson, and Bulma showed them the stalker evidence. They found Zarbon, but he was never convicted. There was no incriminating evidence against him, and the police never pursued it. Bulma had thought that whoever hired Zarbon was also paying the police force to be quiet. The heiress had been sent back to Western Capital to attend a private university a bit closer to home. Security was increased, and they never heard from Zarbon again, until today.

~>~>~>

"Father will be most pleased," Frieza purred softly.

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AN: I have a feeling that some people out there are going to murder me because of this intensely dramatic cliffhanger that I gave all you guys. Rest assured, I will update…soon, I think! Lol, jk. Some brief advertisement…please check out my vampyre fic. It was originally called 'The Vampyre Chronicles', but I'm changing the name to 'Undesirable begins with U (You)' so keep an eye out for BOTH titles. Um…REVIEW!!!!! Updates will come much much quicker if you guys review!!! I'm so proud of this chapter…it's one of my longer ones!! I hope you guys enjoyed it!!! Veggie and Bulma found each other!!! Nothing else of much significance to report…except for you guys to REVIEW!!!!!! Oh, and for all the G/CC fans out there, check out an awesome fic called, "Trials and Tribulations of being Royalty", by Ice Angel. Later. REVIEW!!!!!