Title: What Once Was Lost
Rating: R (For language and lemon later)
Summary: When the last three surviving members
of the Saiyan race come to Earth, what will happen when they go to high school?
A B/V high school fic with a huge twist.
Warnings: This is an AU!!!! Vegeta is going
to be OOC so don’t say I didn’t warn you.
Disclaimer: I don’t own
DBZ! So don’t sue because you will get nothing! I’m a college student; I’m
broke all the time.
What Once Was
Chapter Four: The Fight
The cafeteria was swimming with loud, obnoxious teenagers as Bulma
took a seat at the group’s normal table. She was the only one there at this
point since everyone else’s classes were across the school it would take them a
few more minutes to get their food and get seated. Scowling, she dug into her grossly
inadequate salad. She quickly learned that her rather large appetite was not
normal for humans so to keep from drawing attention to herself she only ate a
normal sized lunch at school. When she got home though, her mother always had a
huge meal waiting for her protesting stomach.
The first three weeks of school had been rather good for her. Bulma
had grown rather close to Chi Chi and Kakarott, and although she’d tried to
befriend Vegeta he constantly pushed her away with snide comments and rude insults.
She didn’t know why she still tried but there was something compelling her to
try and get to know the handsome boy, and his cold treatment of her really
hurt. She tried to tell herself that it didn’t matter what he thought of her,
but the sad truth was that it did, and she didn’t know why.
18 was the next one to reach the table followed by closely by her
boyfriend. Bulma smiled as the unusual couple took their seats and began
digging into their food. 18 had a cheeseburger and some chips while Krillin had
3 cheeseburgers, 2 bags of chips, and chocolate pudding for desert. Bulma was
constantly amazed by how much the short man could eat, but nothing prepared her
for the sight of Kakarott eating.
Kakarott easily ate twice as much as Krillin and he ate it so fast it
usually ended up all over his face, in his hair, all over the table, and
sometimes covering those sitting next to him. Vegeta ate a lot too, but not
near as much as his food-obsessed best friend.
True to form, Kakarott, Vegeta, and Chi Chi got to the table next and
Kakarott’s tray was pilled high with delicious smelling treats. Bulma felt her
mouth start to water and she quickly turned away stopping the torture on her
“You okay, Bulma?” 18 asked concerned for her blue-haired friend.
“Yeah.” Bulma mumbled and pushed her tray away as she finished her
meager lunch. She stood up suddenly hastily offering her blonde friend an
excuse, “I’m going to get something out of the vending machine.”
A couple minutes later, Bulma returned with a bag of crunchy Cheetos
and a Pepsi. Her eyes narrowed as she noticed none other than Yamcha sitting in
her seat at the table. Stalking up to the table angrily, she glared at her
ex-boyfriend and if looks could kill Yamcha would be a smoldering corpse at
that moment. “Would you get out of my chair?” She hissed tapping her foot
“Why don’t you make me?” He sneered and turned, ignoring the very
pissed off Bulma, to talk to Krillin.
Bulma scowled in anger. I’ll show him, she thought as she grabbed the
loose fabric of his Tommy shirt lifting him completely out of her chair.
Pulling him to eye level, she smirked. “Don’t ignore me and don’t piss me off
or you will not like the consequences, asshole.” She dragged him a few steps from
the table and threw him roughly to the ground. The blue haired woman smiled
sweetly and turned back to the table amid her friend’s loud laughter.
“You bitch!” Yamcha roared and quickly stood up. He aimed a punch at
her retreating form and was confused when she blocked it, grabbing his fist in
midair. Damn, Bulma moved so fast I couldn’t even see it, he thought wildly and
eyes darting all over the cafeteria looking to get out of this mess.
“I’ve had it with you!” Bulma screamed applying pressure to the fist
she currently had in her grasp. Yamcha screamed in pain, but that didn’t matter
to her. All that mattered was paying him back for all of the shit he’d put her
through; cheating on her, crushing her already low self-esteem, and harassing
her. There was only one thing on her mind and that was to make him pay,
painfully. She didn’t stop as his bones cracked or as he hit her with his other
hand to get her to let go. She only stopped when she was pulled roughly away.
Bulma kicked and struggled against her restraints but whoever it was
had a grip of steal. Kicking wildly, she screamed at the retreating Yamcha,
“Don’t come near me again you fag or I will kick your ass!”
Yamcha paused and turned around. With tears in his eye, he flipped
Bulma off with his good hand and headed for the nurse’s office to get his hand
taken care of.
“Let go of me!” Bulma shrieked as she flailed against her captor. She
tried everything, hitting, kicking, and even biting but they wouldn’t let go.
“For Kami’s sake, woman, shut the hell up!” Vegeta yelled releasing
the enraged female.
Turning to face him, her eyes narrowed into little slits. She shook
visibly trying to control her rage. “You had no right to do that!” Bulma
screamed, tears of anger and frustration glistening in her deep sapphire eyes.
“I have every reason to kick his sorry ass! You have no idea what he’s done to
me! He treated me like shit for years and just because I wouldn’t sleep with
him he went out and fucked any whore he could get! He made me feel like shit
and now, he’s stalking me and won’t leave me alone!” She paused, panting, and
in a whisper continued, “You had no right.” Sobbing, she turned and ran from
Vegeta scowled and went back to the table where the other occupants
looked on the scene in shock. Maybe he should’ve let the woman beat her ex up,
but he didn’t want her to kill him or get in trouble. He’d actually had the
best intentions in restraining her, but she wouldn’t see it that way. He could
understand though. Saiyans were honor-bound people. If someone interrupted a
fight, the ones fighting would see that as a blow to their pride. He sighed. He
knew what he had to do. He was going to have to set aside his pride and
apologize to the woman, something he’d never done for anybody but Sorayu. I’m
getting too soft, he thought as the bell rang and everyone rushed out of the
cafeteria to their next class.
Bulma stomped into Creative Writing and slammed her book bag down on
her chair. After running to the restroom to cry for a few minutes, she felt
better but was still angry. Very angry. Especially at Vegeta. He should’ve let
her kick Yamcha’s pathetic ass. Her ex-boyfriend had been begging for a fight
with his behavior in the past few weeks. Normally, Bulma wouldn’t oblige but
this time, she couldn’t help herself. No one called Bulma Briefs a bitch and
got away with it. Noticing that she was the only one in the room, she glanced
at the clock. The bell to dismiss lunch would ring soon. She was thankful that
Yamcha was not in this class, but Vegeta was. Folding her arms on her desk, she
put her head down and hoped that Vegeta wouldn’t start anything today. She
wasn’t in the mood for one of their normal arguments.
Bulma heard rather than saw as the students filed into the classroom
and noisily took their seats. Her sensitive ears picked up on more than a few
conversations about her fight with Yamcha and the confrontation with Vegeta.
Didn’t they have anything better to talk about? It wasn’t the first fight Bulma
had ever been in and probably wouldn’t be the last. She sighed as the late bell
rang. Thank Kami that the day was halfway over already. One could only hope
that the rest of the day would fly by.
Raising her head just in time to see a late-as-usual Vegeta strutting
into the room, Bulma turned her head to avoid looking at him as he took his
usual seat, right next to her. She intentionally kept her eyes focused on the
front of the room where the teacher, Mr. Boeman, was explaining their newest
writing project. Vegeta tapped her lightly on the shoulder to get her
attention, but she ignored him. He tapped again, slightly harder this time, but
she still ignored him. Rolling his eyes at her childishness, he hissed,
“What?!” She hissed back glaring at him with narrowed eyes.
Vegeta fidgeted uncomfortably for a moment his mouth opening and
closing several times but nothing came out. Bulma rolled her eyes agitated.
Whatever he was going to say he needed to hurry up and say it. Losing her patience,
she snapped, “What is it?”
“I…I’m sorry, Bulma.” He stammered.
Bulma glanced at him wide-eyed. That was the first time he’d ever used
her name. She thought he didn’t even know it. Smiling at him, she replied.
“It’s okay. I know you were just trying to keep me out of trouble. I’m sorry I
freaked out on you like that.”
“Bulma! Vegeta!” Mr. Boeman yelled pinching the bridge of his nose.
“Would you two stop talking and pay attention?”
Bulma sank low in her seat and muttered a half-hearted apology. She
kept her eyes on the front of the room but her thoughts kept drifting to the
scowling boy next to her. Maybe he did really care about her. If he bothered to
keep her from beating up Yamcha, then that proved that he cared. Right? The
questions in her head remained unanswered. Vegeta was an enigma, one that Bulma
hoped to solve someday.
The final bell rang, and as usual on a Friday, the general populace of
Orange Star High School ran out of the building excited about the two-day break
from school. Bulma walked quickly to her locker where Chi Chi was patiently
waiting for her.
“Hey Chi!” Bulma greeted happily as she shoved her books in the tiny
locker. Navigating around various piles of trash and paper, she found her purse
and closed the locker. Turning to face her friend, she glanced curiously at her
with a raised eyebrow. “What?” She asked self-consciously.
“What was that shit at lunch?” Chi Chi asked.
“What shit?” Bulma sighed and ran a hand through her aqua locks. “The
fight with Yamcha or how I went off on Vegeta?”
“Both.” Came the exasperated reply.
“Ok, well, Yamcha’s just been pissing me off and when he called me a
bitch I snapped. I went off on Vegeta because he stopped me from kicking the
shit out of the asshole.”
“You shouldn’t have done that.” Chi Chi replied solemnly.
Bulma glanced at her confused as the two girls headed out of the
school. “Why?” She asked quietly.
“Because Vegeta’s got a very short temper.”
Bulma arched a fine blue eyebrow and asked quietly, “Do you think he’d
Chi Chi frowned. Vegeta wasn’t the type to hurt someone weaker than
him on purpose but he was also very volatile and could easily lose control. “I
don’t think he’d do it intentionally, but he could hurt you before he realized
he was doing it.”
Bulma shrugged pushing the front door open. She blinked as she stepped
into the bright sunlight and dug around in her purse for her Oakley sunglasses.
Putting them on, she replied, “Well, we don’t have to worry about it. Me and
Vegeta apologized to each other so we’re cool.”
Chi Chi almost fell down from shock. “Vegeta apologized to you?!”
“Yeah.” Bulma looked at her raven-haired friend as if she were insane.
Shrugging, she kept walking to her shiny red convertible in the parking lot. “I
was more surprised that he used my name.”
Chi Chi’s jaw dropped. He used Bulma’s name?! She couldn’t comprehend
it. Vegeta apologizing to someone?! And calling her by name to be nice?! Those
two couldn’t be in the same room for more than five minutes before they were in
a screaming match. And Vegeta had never ever apologized to anyone for anything,
regardless of whether he was at fault in some way. He was a Prince; he could do
no wrong in his eyes. The female Saiyan smiled unexpectedly. The only thing to
think of was that Vegeta had a crush on the aqua-haired beauty. Now, she only
had to find out if Bulma liked him too.
Bulma found her keys in the bottom of her purse and grabbed them
preparing to get away from the hellhole otherwise known as high school, but as
she reached the parking lot, her mouth dropped open in absolute horror.
AN: Oooh, cliffy, aren’t I evil? What the hell
happened to Bulma? What’s her reaction? Next time: We’ll find out what Bulma’s
so horrified about and she gets closer to a certain Saiyan Prince!
Read any good B/V’s lately? Send me the link. I’m currently compiling a list
of the best B/V’s but I need help. E-mail me at firstname.lastname@example.org
or catch me on ICQ (137056692). Until next time!