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Oh wow...where do I start? I haven't updated in a while...and I bet that if you could some of you would stone me right now. I'm so sorry, I've been thinking of how I could make this chapter good. I hope you guys like this chapter. Please let me know.
I hope that I didn't lose any readers in my absence. I've gotten soooo many IM's about "when are you going to update" so I guess this is my reply. NOW! I'll try to update sooner now, but I'll be starting school soon again so that might make things harder for updating. Either way, gonna try.
Ok I guess that's all for now. I just wanted to let you guys know that no I haven't forgotten about this story. It's my best one. Just keep reviewing and I'll keep writing. I'm still waiting for the reviews of my favorite reviewer. Wonder where she went...?? Oh well, hope you lyke and happi reading. ^_^
~LadyB
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The love of two women; the heart of one man
Chapter Twenty-Three
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Vegeta got into his car, a somewhat light feeling in his step. He couldn't remember when he had felt so free; it was as if something had been lifted off of his shoulders. It felt good to get all of that off of his chest and to get things with Bulma all straightened out. Just as he was about to start up his car he felt a slight vibration on his hip, then a ringing noise filled the car. A part of Vegeta thought that it was going to be Bulma calling him up, it seemed that now that woman couldn't get enough of him. But when he looked down at the caller ID his thoughts changed. It was a blocked called, which mean that it could have been a number of people. Vegeta took his key out of the ignition of the car and answered his phone.
"Speak."
"Looks like someone's in a good mood. Isn't that right sunshine."
Vegeta scoffed. "Kakkarot what on Earth to do you want?"
Goku laughed. "Have you made up with Bulma yet."
Balancing his cell phone with his shoulder, Vegeta went to start up his car. "Yeah. I'm heading home right now." Vegeta replied, then he found something odd in the phone call. "Since when do you care Kakkarot? Are you checking up on me?" He heard Goku clear his throat on the other end of the line; there was an uneasy sound to the remainder of the phone call from that point on. Vegeta did like where it was heading. "Kakkarot?"
"It's just that I was hoping--hoping to catch you before you...uh...you talked to B-Bulma."
Vegeta knew that his friend wasn't the smartest or brightest boy of their age but he also knew when he was acting dumber than usual. "Spit it out Kakkarot! What are you trying to say."
Goku put his head into his hands on his end of the conversation. This was not going to be easy, it was going to be all kinds of hard on so many different levels. What he said at that very moment could betray Bulma and save Vegeta, or damn Vegeta into the darkness again and save Bulma. There were so many things that he didn't decide about this.
"Vegeta...brace yourself for this one."
~*~
Waltzing into her room, Bulma threw the door open with her arm, her mind still in the bliss of the events having just passed. He took her back, he forgave her. Her life was finally falling back into place. She kicked off her black geisha sandals at the door, stepping into the haven of her room happily, nothing in the world could dent her mood. Her wet hair mashed to her forehead, the blue of her eyes had long since dimmed, and her clothes hung so closely to her it was a wonder how she could breathe comfortably. Each fold of her shirt tightly wound itself around her body, her faded blue jeans were darker than normal due to all the water they had received from the rain. Bulma coughed lightly and pealed off her white shocks laying them in a bulb by her large geisha sandals. What a blessing the rain had been.
Her small hand made it's way along the wall, feeling around for her light switch, wanting to eliminate the room with the heavenly white lights hanging from her ceiling. She found the switch, and let her slender fingers send it up, expecting the lights to cut on. "Ah damn..." She cursed noticing that the rain had cut out the power in her room.
The materials of her jeans kissed the powder blue fluff below her feet as she walked around, looking for anything that would provide the light that her eyes were softly demanding from her. Her hands pulled out a small oil lamp from under her desk and lit it, the dainty yellow luminosity lapped along the walls of her white wall and shone dimly around the room. It wasn't much, but it certainly provided enough of an illumination to let Bulma get around her room.
After a few moments of standing in the warmth of her oil lamp, she took a few steps to her bed. A long, relieved sigh, slid out of her lips as she landed on the cloudy blue comfort, hugging her knees up to her wet chest. Vegeta loved her, she knew he did. If he didn't, he wouldn't have forgiven her. Her hair fell down around her ankles, water dripping onto her bedspread.
"He loves me..." She moaned as she let go of her knees and lay back in bed looking up at the ceiling. "He forgave me." The smile playing on her lips could only grow.
Suddenly Bulma sat up. The baby kicked. She wrapped her arms around her stomach. The baby...no....Bulma had forgotten to tell him about the baby. A side of her was telling here that if he found out by any other means that Vegeta would be livid, the other side cooed her to relaxation. Vegeta couldn't find out, no one else knew. Except for Juuhachi-gou and Chi-Chi. Bulma touched her hand to her temple, was there a chance that her friends would spill the news?
Bulma fell to her knees at the side of her bed, lifting her hands up to her bed and resting them on her bed, moving them into position of prayer. If there was a Kami up there, let Chi-Chi and Juuhachi-gou keep their lips shut. Her dark blue eyes slid closed, trying to calm both the nerves in her stomach and the thoughts flying around her mind. The anger that her friends still had for her was well brought to the attention of her system, there was no denying the fact that they resented her strongly for the things that she had done in the last couple of weeks. How could she blame them, her actions were far from the point of redemption.
"Please Kami...if you're up there, let me have my peace." Bulma sighed heavily. "I'm a teenager pregnant with the child of my ex boyfriend and we just made up. I tried to kill myself and my best friends are mad at me. Please..." the body of the troubled youth shook slightly. "I want some of my own peace...have mercy..."
The soft light of the dim moon pored into her room, the rain whispered along the diamond cut panels of her bedroom windows.
The small noise startled her lightly, her eyes snapped open once more. Fingers tightened and the sweat beaded on her forehead, something inside of her was sending a motion of nerves through her. "Can't you just give me a sign, will everything be ok?"
She prayed hard, like a person who had sinned away their life. Her eyes had become nothing but slits where they would be, her forehead was the valley starting off a river of sweat that dripped down. "Give me a sign." Bulma tightened the hold on her own hand to the point where her fingers gave off an angelic white glow. Her heart leapt into her throat, the thunder grew louder and louder. "PLEASE! A SIGN. I'D SETTLE FOR ANYTHING!"
Suddenly, she sent her sapphire orbs in the direction of the window, the rain had stopped. It had been reduced from a great storm to a soft pitter- patter of rain, like the dancing of a child on thin ice. The blue-haired teen smiled, maybe that was her sign right there.
Content, for the moment, Bulma made her way over to her private bathroom and worked on pealing the skin-tight clothes from off of her body, it was hard seeing how it had manifested itself to represent the likeness of a second layer of skin. She decided it was time to call it a night, finally the night offered her hopes for sleep. After all, she had gotten her sign. Quickly changing into her nightgown and brushing her teeth, Bulma made her way over to her bed and fell asleep the minute her head touched onto the silk pillow. Even breaths left her slightly parted lips, drifting off into sleep.
By the time the storm returned at full blast, she had long since been asleep. Never awake to notice with just how much force it bit back with.
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Alone... Bulma hated the sound of that word. It was so cold, so empty, so....alone.....
The shrill ringing of the bell, signaling the end of third period, filled her ears. While on other occasions it would have been a symbol her deliverance from class, this particular day it was an omen for the upcoming world she so sorely hated. She had no one, not after Juuhachi-gou and Chi- Chi had left her. And even though Vegeta had made up with her two nights ago, there were still some difference that screamed at both of them, demanding them to spend a bit of time apart. So in the end, Bulma found herself walking towards her locker, alone, dragging her feet on the floor of her school, not once bothering to lift her feet. She was pretty well along with child, the bulge could be spotted if one looked closely enough of her dim gray and pink velour suit.
'Just me and the baby.'
As her mind drifted to thoughts of her unborn son or daughter Bulma sighed, she still needed to tell Vegeta about the baby. There was no light way to put it, she simply couldn't go up to him and say "Hey honey, guess what I made you for dinner tonight? Oh yeah, I'm pregnant." Things just weren't that simple around here.
"You sure look lonely, walking by yourself down the halls like this."
Her body responded to the voice in a quick motion, sending her crashing into the arms of the speaker. "Yamcha?!"
He grinned, his coffee brown eyes shinning as they met hers for an instant. "Hey Bulma."
She was shocked, after so long, after everything that had happened, what on Earth was he talking to her for? "Uh...hi...how've you been?"
"I've been good. How you doing?" His voice turned into a mocking and shocking resemblance to Joey Tribiani from the TV show FRIENDS.
Bulma, despite herself, allowed her lips to exert a giggle. "I'm ok." She wound her arms around her stomach in an attempt to make it pass for a nervous action. Lucky for her, Yamcha was just that stupid.
"That's good to hear." There was a brief silence as they walked on, Bulma coming to halt at her locker. "Ah, I remember your locker." A appallingly warm smile advanced on Yamcha's boyish good looks.
His companion nodded. "Yes...." She let her voice carry out. "So, what have you been up to?" She wondered out loud, really demanding from him why he was talking to her.
"I've had a rough couple of days." He admitted and leaned on a near by locker.
Bulma opened the door and swung it to her right, permitting her access to the confident that was her locker. She stuffed in a few books from her heavy backpack and took out a notebook. A picture fell from the tan metal side-wall, rushing to pick it up, a book caved in from its position above her. Providentially Yamcha swept in swiftly, catching both her heavy, 1000- page biology book and the picture. He took that moment to turn it over, his fingers traced over it lightly.
"You and me...." muttered Yamcha.
For a brief second, Bulma had to stop and process what he had said. She took the book back and pushed it into her locker, still thinking on the picture. Finally it was brought back into her memory, it was brought back with a vengeance, as if it had just happened minutes ago. There she sat, in Yamcha's arms, on the white sands of Hawaii as the sun was setting behind them. The bright orange glow casting an angelic feel around both her and even him when the photo was snapped. It brought a smile back to Bulma's face and then she sighed, it had been taken back in the day where he would spare no expense for her happiness. Now, things surely had taken a change. "Yes, you and I." Replied Bulma, taking the picture out of his hand.
"Why do you still have that?"
Honestly, she shrugged. "I don't know, never brought myself around to cleaning out my locker."
"Oh..." Yamcha let his voice linger for a second or two. "I thought it was for other reasons...."
Bulma sharply turned up to look at him. "Yamcha...no." Her head shook accenting her response. "I don't find myself thinking about you that way anymore."
At that instant, something that damn well could have passed for hurt flashed in Yamcha's coffee eyes. "Oh... I know that!" He tried to mask the emotion. "I was just wondering."
She decided that it was best if he talked about what really seemed to be bothering him. "Yamcha... a rough couple of days doesn't sound fine to me." Bulma tossed over her shoulder, leaning in on her locker, awaiting his response.
He was soundless. "Oh...you caught that I suppose."
She managed a nod. "Yes of course. What's the matter?"
It was shocking to both of them to hear the warmth of her voice, she sounded as if she seriously cared. "Terra..."
"She's not your girlfriend anymore?"
Yamcha snapped up. "No, she is." He paused. "She's just changing I guess..."
Bulma placed her hand on his shoulder. "Yamcha, everyone changed." She assured him. "Believe me, I would know." The look in her eye passes judgment at him.
He smiled. "Ah Bulma," Placing his hand in back of his head much like Goku, he forced a laugh from deep within him. "You're right, it probably nothing. Knowing Terra she's just having a bad week."
"Yeah, you two will be back to normal before you know it."
"I hope so, I really like her Bulma." A pause. "I really do, I was thinking...you know, she might be it..."
Then something strange happened, Bulma found herself smiling ear to ear. "Yamcha, that's wonderful! Good luck with her. Hope things work out."
Her words sent him into a violent rush of blushing. "Ah...yeah. I do too." He smiled at her weakly then watched her pin the photo of them back onto the locker wall. "Um, Bulma?"
"Hai?"
"I heard you got into a fight with Vegeta, how is that coming along?"
The blue rims around her eyes darkened to the point where her eyes were nearly navy. "We talked, it came along fine. We just have a few rough spots to patch up."
"Speaking of him, where is he? Shouldn't he be with you then?"
"He's at practice, shouldn't you be too?"
Yamcha yawned. "Yeah you're right, I think I should be, I fell asleep in shop class and saw you, I was dying to say hi to you."
Bulma smiled brightly. "Thank you, that means something." Not a lot, but something.
"Of course. Any time."
Yamcha turned to leave her, Bulma sighed and also made motion to close her locker. Subsequently, something struck her, after he was a few feet away from her. "Hey Yamcha?"
He walked back up to her, meeting her eyes for the final time. "Yes Bulma?"
She looked down at the floor. "You're going to practice..." He had a feeling where this was going. "Could you do me a favor?"
"Sure thing. What's on your mind?"
Bulma fidgeted with her hands for a moment. "Could you tell Vegeta to stop by my house tonight. I need to talk to him."
Yamcha winked. "Sure you do." The smirk he delivered her caused a scarlet slash to fill her cheeks. "But I'll tell him."
She smiled up at him, making things all worth while. "Thank you so much. I don't know if I'll see him today after school or not."
Rather than pointing out that she could have just as easily used the cell phone that lingered on her hip to call Vegeta, Yamcha returned her smile. "Hey any time gorgeous, I told you that. I got it covered." A nod. "I'll give Vegetable your message."
Bulma waved as Yamcha turned to leave her again. "Thanks!" Once he was out of her sight line, she sighed and closed her locker, it shut with a clack revealing a figure behind the door. Bulma screamed.
"Dammit, shush! You're too loud."
Her eyes softened. "Juu-Chan."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah."
"I thought that you were-"
"Ah for once stop thinking."
Bulma found herself laughing a few seconds after.
"Where are you going?" Juuhachi-gou brought her hand up to press on Bulma's locker.
"Get something to eat..."
The blonde watched her blue-haired friend wrap her arms around her stomach once again, this time she knew that it wasn't an act of nerves. "Come on then, let's bounce."
"Y-you're coming with me?"
Juuhachi-gou nodded. "What are friends for baka?"
Bulma felt her eyes water. It was nice to have that feeling around her once again. "Thanks Juu-Chan."
"Yeah, I know."
They walked in silence for a few minutes before Juuhachi-gou brought her eyes on Bulma. "That was a nice thing that you did back there for the baka Yamcha." She muttered. "Question is, why help him out with his shitty relationship after he broke your heart?"
Shoving her hands in her pocket Bulma turned a corner with Juuhachi-gou at her side. "I don't really know..." Her voice faded. "I just felt like it."
"It'll get you out of a few years' purgatory that's for sure."
A light chuckle left Bulma's lips. "Yeah."
After walking a distance, they arrived together in the cafeteria, where across from them sat Chi-Chi, Terra, and Goku, each of them talking seriously from the looks of things. "When the hell did that happen? What's going on?" Juuhachi-gou narrowed her eyes. "That baka Goku knows better than to be with that bitch." She shook her head. "And Terra too."
Bulma couldn't believe her ears. "What? Juu, you're mad at Chi?"
The blonde was indifferent. "Meh...she's changed....so let her do whatever bullshit she wants to." She could tell that her friend had to agree with that one.
"You're right, she's changed quite a bit."
Juuhachi-gou nodded. "Yeah...let her do whatever she wants."
Bulma leaned down to reach for something in a vending machine, her blonde companion stood a few feet away from her, glaring knives at Chi-Chi. At that very moment, as if decided by fate, she watched the black haired girl pick up a small lavender cell phone and happily chirp into it, "Hey Veggie- Chan!" Juuhachi-gou let her eyes turn into slits, there would be hell to pay soon. And this, was just the eye of the storm.
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Oh wow...where do I start? I haven't updated in a while...and I bet that if you could some of you would stone me right now. I'm so sorry, I've been thinking of how I could make this chapter good. I hope you guys like this chapter. Please let me know.
I hope that I didn't lose any readers in my absence. I've gotten soooo many IM's about "when are you going to update" so I guess this is my reply. NOW! I'll try to update sooner now, but I'll be starting school soon again so that might make things harder for updating. Either way, gonna try.
Ok I guess that's all for now. I just wanted to let you guys know that no I haven't forgotten about this story. It's my best one. Just keep reviewing and I'll keep writing. I'm still waiting for the reviews of my favorite reviewer. Wonder where she went...?? Oh well, hope you lyke and happi reading. ^_^
~LadyB
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The love of two women; the heart of one man
Chapter Twenty-Three
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Vegeta got into his car, a somewhat light feeling in his step. He couldn't remember when he had felt so free; it was as if something had been lifted off of his shoulders. It felt good to get all of that off of his chest and to get things with Bulma all straightened out. Just as he was about to start up his car he felt a slight vibration on his hip, then a ringing noise filled the car. A part of Vegeta thought that it was going to be Bulma calling him up, it seemed that now that woman couldn't get enough of him. But when he looked down at the caller ID his thoughts changed. It was a blocked called, which mean that it could have been a number of people. Vegeta took his key out of the ignition of the car and answered his phone.
"Speak."
"Looks like someone's in a good mood. Isn't that right sunshine."
Vegeta scoffed. "Kakkarot what on Earth to do you want?"
Goku laughed. "Have you made up with Bulma yet."
Balancing his cell phone with his shoulder, Vegeta went to start up his car. "Yeah. I'm heading home right now." Vegeta replied, then he found something odd in the phone call. "Since when do you care Kakkarot? Are you checking up on me?" He heard Goku clear his throat on the other end of the line; there was an uneasy sound to the remainder of the phone call from that point on. Vegeta did like where it was heading. "Kakkarot?"
"It's just that I was hoping--hoping to catch you before you...uh...you talked to B-Bulma."
Vegeta knew that his friend wasn't the smartest or brightest boy of their age but he also knew when he was acting dumber than usual. "Spit it out Kakkarot! What are you trying to say."
Goku put his head into his hands on his end of the conversation. This was not going to be easy, it was going to be all kinds of hard on so many different levels. What he said at that very moment could betray Bulma and save Vegeta, or damn Vegeta into the darkness again and save Bulma. There were so many things that he didn't decide about this.
"Vegeta...brace yourself for this one."
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Waltzing into her room, Bulma threw the door open with her arm, her mind still in the bliss of the events having just passed. He took her back, he forgave her. Her life was finally falling back into place. She kicked off her black geisha sandals at the door, stepping into the haven of her room happily, nothing in the world could dent her mood. Her wet hair mashed to her forehead, the blue of her eyes had long since dimmed, and her clothes hung so closely to her it was a wonder how she could breathe comfortably. Each fold of her shirt tightly wound itself around her body, her faded blue jeans were darker than normal due to all the water they had received from the rain. Bulma coughed lightly and pealed off her white shocks laying them in a bulb by her large geisha sandals. What a blessing the rain had been.
Her small hand made it's way along the wall, feeling around for her light switch, wanting to eliminate the room with the heavenly white lights hanging from her ceiling. She found the switch, and let her slender fingers send it up, expecting the lights to cut on. "Ah damn..." She cursed noticing that the rain had cut out the power in her room.
The materials of her jeans kissed the powder blue fluff below her feet as she walked around, looking for anything that would provide the light that her eyes were softly demanding from her. Her hands pulled out a small oil lamp from under her desk and lit it, the dainty yellow luminosity lapped along the walls of her white wall and shone dimly around the room. It wasn't much, but it certainly provided enough of an illumination to let Bulma get around her room.
After a few moments of standing in the warmth of her oil lamp, she took a few steps to her bed. A long, relieved sigh, slid out of her lips as she landed on the cloudy blue comfort, hugging her knees up to her wet chest. Vegeta loved her, she knew he did. If he didn't, he wouldn't have forgiven her. Her hair fell down around her ankles, water dripping onto her bedspread.
"He loves me..." She moaned as she let go of her knees and lay back in bed looking up at the ceiling. "He forgave me." The smile playing on her lips could only grow.
Suddenly Bulma sat up. The baby kicked. She wrapped her arms around her stomach. The baby...no....Bulma had forgotten to tell him about the baby. A side of her was telling here that if he found out by any other means that Vegeta would be livid, the other side cooed her to relaxation. Vegeta couldn't find out, no one else knew. Except for Juuhachi-gou and Chi-Chi. Bulma touched her hand to her temple, was there a chance that her friends would spill the news?
Bulma fell to her knees at the side of her bed, lifting her hands up to her bed and resting them on her bed, moving them into position of prayer. If there was a Kami up there, let Chi-Chi and Juuhachi-gou keep their lips shut. Her dark blue eyes slid closed, trying to calm both the nerves in her stomach and the thoughts flying around her mind. The anger that her friends still had for her was well brought to the attention of her system, there was no denying the fact that they resented her strongly for the things that she had done in the last couple of weeks. How could she blame them, her actions were far from the point of redemption.
"Please Kami...if you're up there, let me have my peace." Bulma sighed heavily. "I'm a teenager pregnant with the child of my ex boyfriend and we just made up. I tried to kill myself and my best friends are mad at me. Please..." the body of the troubled youth shook slightly. "I want some of my own peace...have mercy..."
The soft light of the dim moon pored into her room, the rain whispered along the diamond cut panels of her bedroom windows.
The small noise startled her lightly, her eyes snapped open once more. Fingers tightened and the sweat beaded on her forehead, something inside of her was sending a motion of nerves through her. "Can't you just give me a sign, will everything be ok?"
She prayed hard, like a person who had sinned away their life. Her eyes had become nothing but slits where they would be, her forehead was the valley starting off a river of sweat that dripped down. "Give me a sign." Bulma tightened the hold on her own hand to the point where her fingers gave off an angelic white glow. Her heart leapt into her throat, the thunder grew louder and louder. "PLEASE! A SIGN. I'D SETTLE FOR ANYTHING!"
Suddenly, she sent her sapphire orbs in the direction of the window, the rain had stopped. It had been reduced from a great storm to a soft pitter- patter of rain, like the dancing of a child on thin ice. The blue-haired teen smiled, maybe that was her sign right there.
Content, for the moment, Bulma made her way over to her private bathroom and worked on pealing the skin-tight clothes from off of her body, it was hard seeing how it had manifested itself to represent the likeness of a second layer of skin. She decided it was time to call it a night, finally the night offered her hopes for sleep. After all, she had gotten her sign. Quickly changing into her nightgown and brushing her teeth, Bulma made her way over to her bed and fell asleep the minute her head touched onto the silk pillow. Even breaths left her slightly parted lips, drifting off into sleep.
By the time the storm returned at full blast, she had long since been asleep. Never awake to notice with just how much force it bit back with.
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Alone... Bulma hated the sound of that word. It was so cold, so empty, so....alone.....
The shrill ringing of the bell, signaling the end of third period, filled her ears. While on other occasions it would have been a symbol her deliverance from class, this particular day it was an omen for the upcoming world she so sorely hated. She had no one, not after Juuhachi-gou and Chi- Chi had left her. And even though Vegeta had made up with her two nights ago, there were still some difference that screamed at both of them, demanding them to spend a bit of time apart. So in the end, Bulma found herself walking towards her locker, alone, dragging her feet on the floor of her school, not once bothering to lift her feet. She was pretty well along with child, the bulge could be spotted if one looked closely enough of her dim gray and pink velour suit.
'Just me and the baby.'
As her mind drifted to thoughts of her unborn son or daughter Bulma sighed, she still needed to tell Vegeta about the baby. There was no light way to put it, she simply couldn't go up to him and say "Hey honey, guess what I made you for dinner tonight? Oh yeah, I'm pregnant." Things just weren't that simple around here.
"You sure look lonely, walking by yourself down the halls like this."
Her body responded to the voice in a quick motion, sending her crashing into the arms of the speaker. "Yamcha?!"
He grinned, his coffee brown eyes shinning as they met hers for an instant. "Hey Bulma."
She was shocked, after so long, after everything that had happened, what on Earth was he talking to her for? "Uh...hi...how've you been?"
"I've been good. How you doing?" His voice turned into a mocking and shocking resemblance to Joey Tribiani from the TV show FRIENDS.
Bulma, despite herself, allowed her lips to exert a giggle. "I'm ok." She wound her arms around her stomach in an attempt to make it pass for a nervous action. Lucky for her, Yamcha was just that stupid.
"That's good to hear." There was a brief silence as they walked on, Bulma coming to halt at her locker. "Ah, I remember your locker." A appallingly warm smile advanced on Yamcha's boyish good looks.
His companion nodded. "Yes...." She let her voice carry out. "So, what have you been up to?" She wondered out loud, really demanding from him why he was talking to her.
"I've had a rough couple of days." He admitted and leaned on a near by locker.
Bulma opened the door and swung it to her right, permitting her access to the confident that was her locker. She stuffed in a few books from her heavy backpack and took out a notebook. A picture fell from the tan metal side-wall, rushing to pick it up, a book caved in from its position above her. Providentially Yamcha swept in swiftly, catching both her heavy, 1000- page biology book and the picture. He took that moment to turn it over, his fingers traced over it lightly.
"You and me...." muttered Yamcha.
For a brief second, Bulma had to stop and process what he had said. She took the book back and pushed it into her locker, still thinking on the picture. Finally it was brought back into her memory, it was brought back with a vengeance, as if it had just happened minutes ago. There she sat, in Yamcha's arms, on the white sands of Hawaii as the sun was setting behind them. The bright orange glow casting an angelic feel around both her and even him when the photo was snapped. It brought a smile back to Bulma's face and then she sighed, it had been taken back in the day where he would spare no expense for her happiness. Now, things surely had taken a change. "Yes, you and I." Replied Bulma, taking the picture out of his hand.
"Why do you still have that?"
Honestly, she shrugged. "I don't know, never brought myself around to cleaning out my locker."
"Oh..." Yamcha let his voice linger for a second or two. "I thought it was for other reasons...."
Bulma sharply turned up to look at him. "Yamcha...no." Her head shook accenting her response. "I don't find myself thinking about you that way anymore."
At that instant, something that damn well could have passed for hurt flashed in Yamcha's coffee eyes. "Oh... I know that!" He tried to mask the emotion. "I was just wondering."
She decided that it was best if he talked about what really seemed to be bothering him. "Yamcha... a rough couple of days doesn't sound fine to me." Bulma tossed over her shoulder, leaning in on her locker, awaiting his response.
He was soundless. "Oh...you caught that I suppose."
She managed a nod. "Yes of course. What's the matter?"
It was shocking to both of them to hear the warmth of her voice, she sounded as if she seriously cared. "Terra..."
"She's not your girlfriend anymore?"
Yamcha snapped up. "No, she is." He paused. "She's just changing I guess..."
Bulma placed her hand on his shoulder. "Yamcha, everyone changed." She assured him. "Believe me, I would know." The look in her eye passes judgment at him.
He smiled. "Ah Bulma," Placing his hand in back of his head much like Goku, he forced a laugh from deep within him. "You're right, it probably nothing. Knowing Terra she's just having a bad week."
"Yeah, you two will be back to normal before you know it."
"I hope so, I really like her Bulma." A pause. "I really do, I was thinking...you know, she might be it..."
Then something strange happened, Bulma found herself smiling ear to ear. "Yamcha, that's wonderful! Good luck with her. Hope things work out."
Her words sent him into a violent rush of blushing. "Ah...yeah. I do too." He smiled at her weakly then watched her pin the photo of them back onto the locker wall. "Um, Bulma?"
"Hai?"
"I heard you got into a fight with Vegeta, how is that coming along?"
The blue rims around her eyes darkened to the point where her eyes were nearly navy. "We talked, it came along fine. We just have a few rough spots to patch up."
"Speaking of him, where is he? Shouldn't he be with you then?"
"He's at practice, shouldn't you be too?"
Yamcha yawned. "Yeah you're right, I think I should be, I fell asleep in shop class and saw you, I was dying to say hi to you."
Bulma smiled brightly. "Thank you, that means something." Not a lot, but something.
"Of course. Any time."
Yamcha turned to leave her, Bulma sighed and also made motion to close her locker. Subsequently, something struck her, after he was a few feet away from her. "Hey Yamcha?"
He walked back up to her, meeting her eyes for the final time. "Yes Bulma?"
She looked down at the floor. "You're going to practice..." He had a feeling where this was going. "Could you do me a favor?"
"Sure thing. What's on your mind?"
Bulma fidgeted with her hands for a moment. "Could you tell Vegeta to stop by my house tonight. I need to talk to him."
Yamcha winked. "Sure you do." The smirk he delivered her caused a scarlet slash to fill her cheeks. "But I'll tell him."
She smiled up at him, making things all worth while. "Thank you so much. I don't know if I'll see him today after school or not."
Rather than pointing out that she could have just as easily used the cell phone that lingered on her hip to call Vegeta, Yamcha returned her smile. "Hey any time gorgeous, I told you that. I got it covered." A nod. "I'll give Vegetable your message."
Bulma waved as Yamcha turned to leave her again. "Thanks!" Once he was out of her sight line, she sighed and closed her locker, it shut with a clack revealing a figure behind the door. Bulma screamed.
"Dammit, shush! You're too loud."
Her eyes softened. "Juu-Chan."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah."
"I thought that you were-"
"Ah for once stop thinking."
Bulma found herself laughing a few seconds after.
"Where are you going?" Juuhachi-gou brought her hand up to press on Bulma's locker.
"Get something to eat..."
The blonde watched her blue-haired friend wrap her arms around her stomach once again, this time she knew that it wasn't an act of nerves. "Come on then, let's bounce."
"Y-you're coming with me?"
Juuhachi-gou nodded. "What are friends for baka?"
Bulma felt her eyes water. It was nice to have that feeling around her once again. "Thanks Juu-Chan."
"Yeah, I know."
They walked in silence for a few minutes before Juuhachi-gou brought her eyes on Bulma. "That was a nice thing that you did back there for the baka Yamcha." She muttered. "Question is, why help him out with his shitty relationship after he broke your heart?"
Shoving her hands in her pocket Bulma turned a corner with Juuhachi-gou at her side. "I don't really know..." Her voice faded. "I just felt like it."
"It'll get you out of a few years' purgatory that's for sure."
A light chuckle left Bulma's lips. "Yeah."
After walking a distance, they arrived together in the cafeteria, where across from them sat Chi-Chi, Terra, and Goku, each of them talking seriously from the looks of things. "When the hell did that happen? What's going on?" Juuhachi-gou narrowed her eyes. "That baka Goku knows better than to be with that bitch." She shook her head. "And Terra too."
Bulma couldn't believe her ears. "What? Juu, you're mad at Chi?"
The blonde was indifferent. "Meh...she's changed....so let her do whatever bullshit she wants to." She could tell that her friend had to agree with that one.
"You're right, she's changed quite a bit."
Juuhachi-gou nodded. "Yeah...let her do whatever she wants."
Bulma leaned down to reach for something in a vending machine, her blonde companion stood a few feet away from her, glaring knives at Chi-Chi. At that very moment, as if decided by fate, she watched the black haired girl pick up a small lavender cell phone and happily chirp into it, "Hey Veggie- Chan!" Juuhachi-gou let her eyes turn into slits, there would be hell to pay soon. And this, was just the eye of the storm.
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