InuYasha Fan Fiction / Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Life at Northern High ❯ Busting out ( Chapter 7 )
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By: K-pixy 
Vegeta faces his mother and Bulma after the fight...
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction / Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 03.16.2010 | Updated On: 05.29.2010 | Pages: 6 | Words: 2.4K | Visits: 744 | Status: Completed
Vegeta faces his mother and Bulma after the fight...
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction / Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 03.16.2010 | Updated On: 05.29.2010 | Pages: 6 | Words: 2.4K | Visits: 744 | Status: Completed
Title: Life at Northern High
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or Dragonball Z–although I really, really wish I did–but I don’t own said shows or any other Manga I may write about and am not making any profit from this Fiction… So now you know I don’t own a damn thing–DON’T SUE my ass!!! Thank you and Enjoy.
Rating: R for a tinge of violence and language.
Pairs: G/CC, K/18, V/B, I/K and M/S
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Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or Dragonball Z–although I really, really wish I did–but I don’t own said shows or any other Manga I may write about and am not making any profit from this Fiction… So now you know I don’t own a damn thing–DON’T SUE my ass!!! Thank you and Enjoy.
Rating: R for a tinge of violence and language.
Pairs: G/CC, K/18, V/B, I/K and M/S
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Chapter Seven
Busting out
Busting out
~~~~~***^~~~***^~~~Meanwhile: In Principle Roshi’s office~~~~~***^~~~***^~~~
“Get in here!” Roshi yelled as he shoved the two boys into his office. They looked at each other, murder in their eyes. “Now what the hell is going on with you two? Vegeta, let’s start with you. What happened?”
“I was minding my own business sitting at the lunch table with Bulma, going over some notes for our next class together when this clown starts in with her by sending his girlfriend to start some trouble. Bulma calms her down after awhile and she goes on her way. Then this fool decides to come and try to stir up shit himself. I wasn’t having it so we fought.”
“Was that how it happened Yamcha?”
“I was talking to Bulma not you!” He said glaring at the other kid, He then turned his attention to Mr. Roshi and answered, “No that’s not how it happened. He had thrown the first lick. ”
“Only because you had gotten in my face!”
Yamcha looked over then snarled, “And I would do it again too!”
Vegeta pushed from his chair, “Try it! And I’ll punch your ass out like I did out there!”
Yamcha got in his face again and just as Vegeta had threatened he would do, he punched the boy, this time knocking him out on the spot. Mr. Roshi had watched on in mild amusement. “You do know that I will have to suspend you right?”
Vegeta looked down at the unconscious kid and nodded, “Yes, sir.”
“But I won’t. That kid has caused so much trouble in one year…” he broke off shaking his head. “I will however be sending you two weeks into Detention.”
“I understand.”
Twenty minutes later Vegeta sat there as Yamcha’s mouthy mother laid into him and smiled as he watched the other boy squirm in his seat. “Oh my word! Yamcha I am so disappointed in you. First getting sloppy drunk, now getting into a brawl over a girl? What has gotten into you?”
“A lot mama.” He murmured, his eyes downcast.
“A lot indeed.” She huffed, grabbing her purse. “C’mon. Get your ass over here.”
Then Vegeta’s mother Izoyi Rimiko walked in looking savage. That was the angriest he had ever seen her. “What’s this I hear about you fighting?”
“Ma–” He began, but she interrupted.
“What did I tell you about fighting? Huh?”
“Violence never solves anything…” he quoted glumly.
“And yet you raised your fists?” she asked, arching a brow. She then shook her head. “I knew I shouldn’t have signed you up for those Karate classes. I thought you had more self-control than that!”
“I do have self-control. Yes, I did use my fists but in the defense of someone else.”
Izoyi looked at him and shook her head, “It was still a brawl. And I don’t condone violence, you know that Vegeta.”
“Yea, ma’am I know that but–”
“But what?”
“It was for a good reason.”
“You’re still grounded.”
“But ma–”
“No buts! Now let’s go.”
Vegeta glared one last time at Yamcha and left with his mother. Inuyasha ran up to them and was about to ask what had happened when a look from their mother quelled him from speaking. Vegeta didn’t care. All he cared about was seeing Bulma. He caught sight of her and called out to her but she didn’t look at him. Her silence unnerved him, since the day they met she hadn’t once kept quiet around him. He didn’t know why it mattered so much, it shouldn’t–but it did. Today she saw a different side of him–to her that was the top of his strength even though he went easy on the weakling.
He nodded and left with his mother.
“Bulma? Why didn’t you say anything to him?” Kagome asked, looking at his retreating form.
“Yeah?” Sango asked, looking at her friend with confusion.
She shrugged and walked away to gather her notes. Chi-chi followed after her, unable to understand. “I thought you didn’t like Yamcha anymore.”
“I don’t. I just couldn’t say anything to him. Not in front of his mother you know.”
“He was affected by your silence you know. I could tell by the way he looked at you.”
“Really?” She asked, now looking after him.
“Yes. He cares about you. Didn’t you see that sad look on his face?”
“No I didn’t.”
“He looked so depressed when you didn’t say anything to him.”
Bulma looked down with shame, “I just couldn’t say anything because there wasn’t much to say.”
“You could’ve at least looked at him.”
“Chi… I’m just in shock ok. Later I will try to call him.”
~~~***^~~~***^~~~Later that night: At the Rimiko Residence~~~~~***^~~~***^~~~
Vegeta couldn’t stop thinking about the woman. At times when she was rarely alone she looked forlorn, lost, when she was with him she seemed at ease and even sassy even if they picked and fought each other. Her aura was strong for a girl and she possessed intelligence that he couldn’t comprehend at times. Her eyes, they sparkled with laughter around her friends and dimmed when she was sad. They were dimmed when he last saw her–hell her whole countenance was grim.
He sighed and threw the fluffy basketball in the toy basket, wondering how the hell he got himself into this mess?
The phone then rang jarring him from his thoughts. Goku grabbed it from the table and answered, “Hello? Oh yeah he’s right here… Vegeta it’s for you. Don’t tell ma I gave it to you.”
Vegeta nodded in understanding. “Hello?”
“Hey, it’s me.”
“Bulma… what’s up?”
“Are you alright? Did Yamcha–”
He scoffed, “That weakling? He hits like a girl. No offence.”
She chuckled, “None taken. So how are you?”
“I’m fine.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t say anything to you after–”
“Why couldn’t you look at me?”
“I’m sorry… after all that happened I–I had to breathe a little and you know, think for awhile. How you fought him left me breathless and I was scared–oddly for you.” She then laughed ironically, “I should have worried about Yamcha–but I didn’t. You were the only one on my mind.” She then sighed, “I was really scared Vegeta. I really was and I didn’t know how to talk to you about it.”
“I know you were scared, Bulma. It’s ok. You never saw me fight before…”
“Can you sneak away? I need to see you.”
“I don’t know… my mom will skin me alive.” He then chuckled, “You really are trouble, you know that?”
“What can I say? I like being bad and you know you like it.”
“I’ll see you in about an hour; if I don’t show know that my mother did it.”
She laughed, “Alright, see you soon.”
“See you soon.” He then hung up his end and sighed, his heart no longer aching.
~~~~~***^~~~***^~~~Later: At the Brief’s Residence~~~~~***^~~~***^~~~
He hopped of his Harley-Davidson and walked the rest of the way to her house. He saw her waiting for him, sitting on the concrete, her back against the wall. She stood to her feet when she saw him looking like an angel in white. Her nightgown came to her thighs; her hair so long and uniquely colored came to her back and spilling over her shoulders, her eyes beautiful and bright with happiness, and her lips were moist and tempting. God he missed her.
“Hey.” She said stopping in front of him.
“Hey,” He said still drinking in the sight of her, “I’m sorry it took so long. It took forever for my ma to go to bed.”
“I missed you today…”
“I know I missed you too. C’mere…” She went to him and he held her in his strong arms. This is what he had missed.
She inhaled his scent and sighed blissfully, “I just love how you smell and I like even better how I feel in your arms.”
“Ditto.” He said, stroking her silky aquamarine hair, inhaling the scent of jasmine and a note that was uniquely her. “Bulma…”
“Vegeta I…” she broke off, her eyes drifting closed as their lips were about to touch.
He closed the gap and kissed her fiercely, she melted almost instantly as his lips devoured hers. She moaned softly and opened for him, his tongue thrusting its way inside her mouth. She broke away, her eyes once bright was now darkened with desire. “Let’s get inside…”
“What about your parents?”
“They’re not here. They had to go to this convention thing–they won’t be back for hours.”
He smiled wickedly and asked “Oh really? Hours you say?”
She just grinned and led him inside the house. He followed, watching her ass sway as he did.
~~~***^~~~***^~~~
Waking up after an hour of sleep Bulma stretched, rubbed her eyes and looked at the clock. It was 12:30 am. She sighed knowing her parents wouldn’t be home until four. So she donned on a robe then walked in the kitchen and grabbed a slice of cake and a glass of milk out the refrigerator. After she shut it she turned to find Vegeta standing there, startling her.
“What the hell? You jerk you scared me half to death! God what’s the matter with you?”
“Sorry?” He said with a shrug.
“Oh yeah sure you are. You say the words but I can tell you don’t mean them.” She said sitting at the table with her snack.
“You’re a pain in my ass woman. Now tell me if I didn’t mean that.”
She glared at him, “You get on my last nerve.”
“But you love me though.”
“Says who?” He just smirked and took a piece of her cake. “You son-of-a–”
“Watch it–”
“Or what?”
“Say it again and you’ll find out.”
“Ok son-of-a-bit–”
He took another piece and smiled, “I told you.”
“If you take another piece of my damn cake I will…”
He arched a brow then asked, “You’ll what?”
“Do it again and you’ll find out.”
He tried to take another piece but she took the whole cake and shoved it into his face. “I told you.”
He laughed and took some cake from his face and smeared some on hers. She glared at him then laughed along with him. He then leaned in close and kissed her, licking frosting from her lips, cheek, making her hot with desire.
She parted from him, her eyes glassy. He knocked everything off the table and took her fiercely.
Afterward he dressed and snuck back into his house, training made him as silent as the night so no one had heard him come in. He went to bed and slept with a smirk on his face.
“Busted,” his mother said as she poured water on his face the next morning.
He sputtered, waking instantly. “Ma!”
“That’s for leaving the house while you were grounded.” Then she walked out of the room.
“Get in here!” Roshi yelled as he shoved the two boys into his office. They looked at each other, murder in their eyes. “Now what the hell is going on with you two? Vegeta, let’s start with you. What happened?”
“I was minding my own business sitting at the lunch table with Bulma, going over some notes for our next class together when this clown starts in with her by sending his girlfriend to start some trouble. Bulma calms her down after awhile and she goes on her way. Then this fool decides to come and try to stir up shit himself. I wasn’t having it so we fought.”
“Was that how it happened Yamcha?”
“I was talking to Bulma not you!” He said glaring at the other kid, He then turned his attention to Mr. Roshi and answered, “No that’s not how it happened. He had thrown the first lick. ”
“Only because you had gotten in my face!”
Yamcha looked over then snarled, “And I would do it again too!”
Vegeta pushed from his chair, “Try it! And I’ll punch your ass out like I did out there!”
Yamcha got in his face again and just as Vegeta had threatened he would do, he punched the boy, this time knocking him out on the spot. Mr. Roshi had watched on in mild amusement. “You do know that I will have to suspend you right?”
Vegeta looked down at the unconscious kid and nodded, “Yes, sir.”
“But I won’t. That kid has caused so much trouble in one year…” he broke off shaking his head. “I will however be sending you two weeks into Detention.”
“I understand.”
Twenty minutes later Vegeta sat there as Yamcha’s mouthy mother laid into him and smiled as he watched the other boy squirm in his seat. “Oh my word! Yamcha I am so disappointed in you. First getting sloppy drunk, now getting into a brawl over a girl? What has gotten into you?”
“A lot mama.” He murmured, his eyes downcast.
“A lot indeed.” She huffed, grabbing her purse. “C’mon. Get your ass over here.”
Then Vegeta’s mother Izoyi Rimiko walked in looking savage. That was the angriest he had ever seen her. “What’s this I hear about you fighting?”
“Ma–” He began, but she interrupted.
“What did I tell you about fighting? Huh?”
“Violence never solves anything…” he quoted glumly.
“And yet you raised your fists?” she asked, arching a brow. She then shook her head. “I knew I shouldn’t have signed you up for those Karate classes. I thought you had more self-control than that!”
“I do have self-control. Yes, I did use my fists but in the defense of someone else.”
Izoyi looked at him and shook her head, “It was still a brawl. And I don’t condone violence, you know that Vegeta.”
“Yea, ma’am I know that but–”
“But what?”
“It was for a good reason.”
“You’re still grounded.”
“But ma–”
“No buts! Now let’s go.”
Vegeta glared one last time at Yamcha and left with his mother. Inuyasha ran up to them and was about to ask what had happened when a look from their mother quelled him from speaking. Vegeta didn’t care. All he cared about was seeing Bulma. He caught sight of her and called out to her but she didn’t look at him. Her silence unnerved him, since the day they met she hadn’t once kept quiet around him. He didn’t know why it mattered so much, it shouldn’t–but it did. Today she saw a different side of him–to her that was the top of his strength even though he went easy on the weakling.
He nodded and left with his mother.
“Bulma? Why didn’t you say anything to him?” Kagome asked, looking at his retreating form.
“Yeah?” Sango asked, looking at her friend with confusion.
She shrugged and walked away to gather her notes. Chi-chi followed after her, unable to understand. “I thought you didn’t like Yamcha anymore.”
“I don’t. I just couldn’t say anything to him. Not in front of his mother you know.”
“He was affected by your silence you know. I could tell by the way he looked at you.”
“Really?” She asked, now looking after him.
“Yes. He cares about you. Didn’t you see that sad look on his face?”
“No I didn’t.”
“He looked so depressed when you didn’t say anything to him.”
Bulma looked down with shame, “I just couldn’t say anything because there wasn’t much to say.”
“You could’ve at least looked at him.”
“Chi… I’m just in shock ok. Later I will try to call him.”
~~~***^~~~***^~~~Later that night: At the Rimiko Residence~~~~~***^~~~***^~~~
Vegeta couldn’t stop thinking about the woman. At times when she was rarely alone she looked forlorn, lost, when she was with him she seemed at ease and even sassy even if they picked and fought each other. Her aura was strong for a girl and she possessed intelligence that he couldn’t comprehend at times. Her eyes, they sparkled with laughter around her friends and dimmed when she was sad. They were dimmed when he last saw her–hell her whole countenance was grim.
He sighed and threw the fluffy basketball in the toy basket, wondering how the hell he got himself into this mess?
The phone then rang jarring him from his thoughts. Goku grabbed it from the table and answered, “Hello? Oh yeah he’s right here… Vegeta it’s for you. Don’t tell ma I gave it to you.”
Vegeta nodded in understanding. “Hello?”
“Hey, it’s me.”
“Bulma… what’s up?”
“Are you alright? Did Yamcha–”
He scoffed, “That weakling? He hits like a girl. No offence.”
She chuckled, “None taken. So how are you?”
“I’m fine.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t say anything to you after–”
“Why couldn’t you look at me?”
“I’m sorry… after all that happened I–I had to breathe a little and you know, think for awhile. How you fought him left me breathless and I was scared–oddly for you.” She then laughed ironically, “I should have worried about Yamcha–but I didn’t. You were the only one on my mind.” She then sighed, “I was really scared Vegeta. I really was and I didn’t know how to talk to you about it.”
“I know you were scared, Bulma. It’s ok. You never saw me fight before…”
“Can you sneak away? I need to see you.”
“I don’t know… my mom will skin me alive.” He then chuckled, “You really are trouble, you know that?”
“What can I say? I like being bad and you know you like it.”
“I’ll see you in about an hour; if I don’t show know that my mother did it.”
She laughed, “Alright, see you soon.”
“See you soon.” He then hung up his end and sighed, his heart no longer aching.
~~~~~***^~~~***^~~~Later: At the Brief’s Residence~~~~~***^~~~***^~~~
He hopped of his Harley-Davidson and walked the rest of the way to her house. He saw her waiting for him, sitting on the concrete, her back against the wall. She stood to her feet when she saw him looking like an angel in white. Her nightgown came to her thighs; her hair so long and uniquely colored came to her back and spilling over her shoulders, her eyes beautiful and bright with happiness, and her lips were moist and tempting. God he missed her.
“Hey.” She said stopping in front of him.
“Hey,” He said still drinking in the sight of her, “I’m sorry it took so long. It took forever for my ma to go to bed.”
“I missed you today…”
“I know I missed you too. C’mere…” She went to him and he held her in his strong arms. This is what he had missed.
She inhaled his scent and sighed blissfully, “I just love how you smell and I like even better how I feel in your arms.”
“Ditto.” He said, stroking her silky aquamarine hair, inhaling the scent of jasmine and a note that was uniquely her. “Bulma…”
“Vegeta I…” she broke off, her eyes drifting closed as their lips were about to touch.
He closed the gap and kissed her fiercely, she melted almost instantly as his lips devoured hers. She moaned softly and opened for him, his tongue thrusting its way inside her mouth. She broke away, her eyes once bright was now darkened with desire. “Let’s get inside…”
“What about your parents?”
“They’re not here. They had to go to this convention thing–they won’t be back for hours.”
He smiled wickedly and asked “Oh really? Hours you say?”
She just grinned and led him inside the house. He followed, watching her ass sway as he did.
~~~***^~~~***^~~~
Waking up after an hour of sleep Bulma stretched, rubbed her eyes and looked at the clock. It was 12:30 am. She sighed knowing her parents wouldn’t be home until four. So she donned on a robe then walked in the kitchen and grabbed a slice of cake and a glass of milk out the refrigerator. After she shut it she turned to find Vegeta standing there, startling her.
“What the hell? You jerk you scared me half to death! God what’s the matter with you?”
“Sorry?” He said with a shrug.
“Oh yeah sure you are. You say the words but I can tell you don’t mean them.” She said sitting at the table with her snack.
“You’re a pain in my ass woman. Now tell me if I didn’t mean that.”
She glared at him, “You get on my last nerve.”
“But you love me though.”
“Says who?” He just smirked and took a piece of her cake. “You son-of-a–”
“Watch it–”
“Or what?”
“Say it again and you’ll find out.”
“Ok son-of-a-bit–”
He took another piece and smiled, “I told you.”
“If you take another piece of my damn cake I will…”
He arched a brow then asked, “You’ll what?”
“Do it again and you’ll find out.”
He tried to take another piece but she took the whole cake and shoved it into his face. “I told you.”
He laughed and took some cake from his face and smeared some on hers. She glared at him then laughed along with him. He then leaned in close and kissed her, licking frosting from her lips, cheek, making her hot with desire.
She parted from him, her eyes glassy. He knocked everything off the table and took her fiercely.
Afterward he dressed and snuck back into his house, training made him as silent as the night so no one had heard him come in. He went to bed and slept with a smirk on his face.
“Busted,” his mother said as she poured water on his face the next morning.
He sputtered, waking instantly. “Ma!”
“That’s for leaving the house while you were grounded.” Then she walked out of the room.