Title: Merry
Christmas, Bulma
Author: Killarri
Email: killarri@yahoo.com
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: A little language and OOCness
Summary: Bulma’s having an absolutely horrible holiday. Will anyone be there to cheer her up? A sweet high school holiday B/V get together one-shot.
Disclaimer: I don’t own DBZ…although my 21st birthday is coming
up…hint, hint…nudge, nudge…
AN: Ok, I have
to explain the schedule real fast. At my alma mater,
Merry Christmas, Bulma
Is there
something in the winter air that causes people to become complete and total
morons? Or is it just everyone around
me? It’s only
First I
overslept and had to shower and change in five minutes, a daunting task considering
I’ve never done my makeup in less than thirty.
So after running out the door with my aqua hair still soaking wet, I
hopped into my black Mitsubishi Eclipse and sped out of the driveway trying to
get to school on time.
Don’t you just
love Murphy’s Law?
I had to have
hit every single red light I possibly could and got stuck behind every slow
driver tacking an extra five minutes onto the trip. By now 10 minutes late, I was two blocks away when, wouldn’t you
know it, a car ran a stop sign and side swiped my car.
Needless to
say, I was pissed. And the guy in the
other car caught my wrath. And so did
the police officers who showed up twenty minutes after I called them.
All in all I
was about 45 minutes late getting to school, which resulted in what else but a
detention. And if that wasn’t enough to
ensure morning from hell status not even thirty minutes after I arrived at
school, my pathetic ex-boyfriend, Yamcha, tried the latest pathetic attempt at getting
back together with me using the typical
flowers and lame excuses.
Yup,
definitely the morning from hell.
The bell rang
and I exited my Seminar satisfied that nothing else had gone wrong so far. Pushing through the crowded halls, I finally
reached my locker and quickly input the familiar numbers and pulled…nothing
happened. Damn it, I spoke—or thought
rather—too soon.
Frowning I
tried again. Nothing. Just great.
Now my locker won’t open. I
tried one more time, moving slowly to be sure and get the right numbers. It still wouldn’t unlock. Glaring at the orange painted metal, I
dropped my backpack to the floor beside me and tried to calm the urge to kick
the crap out of the door. Seconds later
I lost that battle and my black boot scuffed the bottom as I kicked furiously
at it and grumbled every swear word I’ve ever heard.
I spun around
at an amused chuckle behind me and glared at the smirking teenager in an
attempt to stop whatever sarcastic and/or snide comment he was about to
say. It didn’t work though as he
chuckled again before asking, “Forget how to open your locker, Woman?”
I sighed
heavily and pinched the bridge of my nose feeling the onset of a pounding
headache. “It’s been a shitty day so
far.”
He rolled his
eyes and picked my blue backpack off the floor before handing it to me. “We’re in a lab today anyway,” he began, “so
I suppose I’ll let you use mine.”
The walk to
Chemistry class was pretty silent but not uncomfortable and I couldn’t help but
glance at him out of the corner of my eye.
I’ve been friends with Vegeta a long time, since kindergarten to be
exact, and I’ve always had a thing for him.
Before, my long relationship with Yamcha prevented anything from
transpiring but now that I’m single again I might act on my little crush. If only he would show the slightest bit of
interest in me.
Walking into
the half full classroom, I headed straight for my chair at the back and flopped
into it giving an exaggerated sigh; Vegeta sat in his seat beside me and rolled
his eyes. I watched in a daze as the
last few minutes of passing flew by and students hurried into the room before
the bell rang. My best friend, Chi Chi,
ran in and scrambled to get to her seat directly in front of me. Smiling, she turned to me and asked, “Where
were you this morning?”
I groaned and
furiously rubbed my temples. “I’ve had
a really bad morning.”
A fine ebony
eye brow arched, “Oh? What happened?”
“Well, first I
overslept and had to rush to get ready this morning. Then on the way to school I hit every single red light and I
swear got stuck behind every slow driver there was. Then I my car got side swiped and the police took forever to get
there. When I yelled at them for taking
so long, they laughed at me.”
“You’re
kidding.” Chi Chi murmured with a
slight shake of her head.
I scowled
darkly at the memory. “No, I’m
not.” Giving a light chuckle, I
continued, “But they sure regretted it when I informed them of just who they
were laughing at.”
Chi Chi
laughed. “Did they kiss your boot
Princess?”
“No. But I would’ve paid to see that.”
Chi Chi merely
shrugged at the comment. It wasn’t the
first time I’ve used my status as heir to the Capsule Corporation fortune to my
advantage. Her black eyes shined with
excitement as she leaned closer to me and asked, “Are you coming to my party
tomorrow?”
I nodded. My parents were on a second honeymoon in the
tropics and wouldn’t even be home for Christmas, so I didn’t have any family
plans for the holidays. Satisfied with
my answer, Chi Chi looked like she was going to say something else when a
throat clearing at the front of the room got our attention.
Mr. Michaels
(AN: I know it’s a common name. I’m not
good at coming up with original names) frowned at the two of us and asked, “Can
we begin class now Miss Mau?"
Chi Chi nodded
sheepishly and turned in her chair to give the front of the room her undivided
attention. Mr. Michaels nodded sharply
and handed out the lab packets briefly explaining the assignment before turning
the class loose to work.
Pulling the
plastic safety goggles on my head, I retrieved my notebook from my backpack
while Vegeta gathered the various chemicals and tools that we would need. We worked quickly and efficiently; I read
the instructions and Vegeta actually conducted the experiment, combining the
solutions to produce the desired results.
Thirty minutes into the class, we were done with the lab and sat back
with an hour left in the period.
“So,” I began,
“are you going to Chi Chi’s party?” He
nodded once and I smiled. The memories
from last year’s party shot out at me and I snickered loudly. “I wonder if Goku will be Santa again this
year.”
Vegeta burst
into laughter at the reminder. Seconds
later, I joined him in his mirth visualizing Goku’s appearance in the famous
red suit. The little red cap wouldn’t
fit properly over his hair leaving most of his spiky black hair out. It was way too small for him so both the
sleeves and pant legs ended several inches before they were supposed to. But the best part was when he sat down to
eat and his pants split in the back.
The look of horror on his face was absolutely priceless!
We’re still
laughing minutes later when Chi Chi finished her lab and returned to her seat
at the table in front of ours. Visibly
confused, she asked, “What are you two laughing about?”
My laughter
halted long enough to stammer, “Goku…Santa.”
Chi Chi exploded in a fit of the giggles at the reference and I laughed
so hard that tears formed in my eyes.
The rest of class
went by quickly as Chi Chi and I talked about everything from music to makeup
while Vegeta went silent only offering the occasional comment on the more
interesting subjects. What the hell
would he have to say about makeup anyway?
The bell rang
and the three of us headed to the cafeteria for some lunch. I was in a much better mood after spending
an hour and a half in class with Vegeta and Chi Chi.
Damn Murphy’s
Law! And with my luck today, what can
go wrong, does.
I got my usual
lunch, a leafy green salad from the salad bar, and was walking across the
crowded room to our usual table when someone slammed into me, hard. My tray went flying into the air and my
salad, complete with Ranch dressing, landed all over my shirt, pants, and even
in my hair. I glared at the offending
student and he wisely took off running.
Cursing under
my breath, I picked up the empty plate and the tray and stomped over to the
trashcan. Glaring at anyone who dared
to glance at me, I stalked out of the crowded cafeteria and quickly ran into
the nearest ladies room.
I scrubbed at
the stains on my clothes and tried the best I could to remove the dressing
covered lettuce from my hair. After
five minutes I was finally satisfied by my appearance, I hurried from the
bathroom. My stomach growled loudly and
I picked up the pace anxious to finally assuage my hunger.
I cursed
loudly when just before I got back to the cafeteria Yamcha walked towards me a
wide grin plastered on to his face.
Would it be too much to ask for me to get some freaking lunch?! I rolled my eyes in annoyance and snapped,
“What?”
His confident
smile faded for a moment and I felt a short moment of victory. The smile returned. “Bulma,” he began, “I’ve been doing a lot of
thinking lately. I love you and it took
losing you for me to realize it.”
My arms
crossed over my chest as my cold cerulean gaze scanned him. Whether or not he loved me, I didn’t love
him anymore and it was time to let him know.
Maybe if I did that then he’d give up this hopeless pursuit of me.
“Yamcha,” I
began hesitantly, “I’m sorry but we’re over.
I don’t love you anymore.”
“Is there
someone else?”
I considered
the question for a moment before nodding.
If I got the opportunity, I fully intended to explore the possibility of
a relationship with Vegeta. “Yes, there
is someone I’m interested in.”
“Who?”
“I can’t tell
you. He doesn’t even know himself yet.”
Yamcha sighed
running a hand through his hair. “Well,
I guess I screwed up.” He stared at me
for a moment before sighing again.
“Listen, Bulma,” he said softly his tone tinged with a hint of regret,
“if you ever want to try again, call me.”
And he left quietly.
Once he walked
away, I checked my watch only to see that lunch was over in five minutes
anyway. Now I wasn’t even going to have
enough time to eat. Scowling, I walked
up two flights of stairs to my next, and last, class.
English
Literature was always a boring class for me since none of my other friends had
it, but it was especially boring today.
After being assigned to read “Great Expectations” by Charles Dickens, we
were being forced to watch the movie.
Resting my hand in my chin, I easily feigned attentiveness but in all
reality, all I did was stare blankly at the television screen.
When the final
bell of the day rang, dismissing everyone for winter break, I almost yelled
with joy. The day had been one of the
worst ones I’ve had for a while and nothing sounded more appealing than a nice
bubble bath and a good book.
I practically
ran to my car and once inside, I sped out of the parking lot happy to finally
be getting out of the horrid place called high school for the next two weeks.
The rest of my
night was horribly dull. Once I got
home, I went right to the lab for a few hours.
After that I curled up on the couch with a big bowl of microwave popcorn
and settled down to watch a couple of movies.
It was around two in the morning when I finally dragged myself upstairs
to bed. As soon as my head hit the soft
pillow I fell into the blissful oblivion of sleep.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The first
thing I noticed when I woke up the next day was the frigid temperature of the
room. Rubbing my eyes, I sighed heavily
and frowned seeing the white puff of my breath in the air. Why was it so cold? Wrapping the blankets around me, I stumbled
out of the bedroom and to the thermostat in the hall. It was forty degrees in the house. I clicked the heater dial off and then back to on and frowned
when it didn’t start.
Just fucking
great.
Shivering, I
went back to my room and flopped back on the bed. Was it just the heater that was broken or was the electricity
out? I glanced at the bedside table and
noticed that my alarm clock wasn’t on either.
Well, that answered my question.
I pulled on my favorite pale blue fleece sweater and a pair of blue
jeans and sat back on the bed in thought.
I wasn’t about to sit around the house with no heat all day. Maybe Chi Chi would like some help setting
up for her party?
I placed a
quick call to the local utility company and was assured that they would be out
within an hour to work on the problem.
My next call was to Chi Chi and twenty minutes later, I loaded all of my
friend’s Christmas presents in the car and with my outfit for the party in tow,
I drove the five blocks to Chi Chi’s house.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The day went
relatively quickly; I helped Chi Chi set up decorations and cook the large
amount of food needed for the party.
Before I knew it, it was close to
Checking my appearance
in the mirror, I smiled in satisfaction.
Hopefully it would be enough to knock a certain spiky haired friend’s
socks off. I bounded down the stairs
lightly humming a Christmas carol.
The party was
in full swing by the time I got down there. Goku was Santa again this year, although the suit actually fit
this time, and I chuckled noticing he’d decided to omit the little red
cap. He was parked in front of the
buffet table, happily stuffing his face.
Chi Chi stood next to him talking with Krillin, who looked slightly
dejected probably because 18 was out of town for the holiday. The large stereo system was blaring out a
dance mix of some kind and many of the other guests were out on the dance
floor. I frowned slightly when a quick
scan of the room didn't turn up the object of my affection.
Shrugging off
the momentary disappointment, I smiled and moved across the room to my best
friend. She looked amazing in her
burgundy gown and shawl, and I was sure that if Goku weren’t drooling because
of the food in front of him, then he would certainly do so because of his
girlfriend’s appearance.
“You look
great, Chi.” I said when I reached the group.
She smiled at
the compliment and took a moment to take in my attire. “You look great too, Bulma.”
“I’m glad to
see Goku got a suit that fits this year.”
Chi Chi
laughed and nodded. “Yeah, he didn’t
wait until the last minute to rent it out this year.”
The red garbed
teenager in question stopped eating to grin and rub the back of his head
sheepishly. “Yeah, I kinda learned my
lesson about that last year.”
“So,” Chi Chi
began in a low voice, “dressing to impress anyone in particular?”
“Um, no.” I answered lamely as my cheeks started to
burn. My whole face felt like it was on
fire and I’m sure that it was probably a bright crimson.
Chi Chi winked
and whispered, “Yamcha told Krillin that you were interested in someone. So now you have to tell me who it is.”
I should’ve
known Chi Chi, the gossip queen, would find out about that. I sighed in defeat and took her arm dragging
her to an unoccupied corner of the room.
“If I tell you are you going to freak out?”
“No, of course
not.”
“Ok,” I began
nervously wringing my hands, “it’s Vegeta.”
Chi Chi’s eyes
went wide with surprise and her jaw literally dropped. She silently gaped apparently struggling to
form a coherent response. “Wow,” she muttered after a moment, “I never knew you
had a thing for Vegeta.”
I
shrugged. “Yeah, I’ve had a crush on
him for a long time.”
“Why didn’t
you tell me?” She hissed.
“I don’t
know.” I sighed and looked around the
room both to make sure we weren’t being overheard and to check for the subject
of our conversation. “I guess at first
I didn’t say anything because I was with Yamcha. And I didn’t want to say anything because I’m not sure if he even
likes me like that.”
“You should
find out.”
“I know.”
As if on
queue, my cerulean eyes scanned the room again, just in time for Vegeta’s
entrance. He wore a dark red button up
shirt that showed off his sleek, muscular body structure and a pair of simple
black slacks; simple and sexy like always.
I watched in a trance as his dark eyes darted around the room until they
finally settled on me. His eyes roamed
my body and then he smirked. I felt the crimson spreading across my cheeks
again, and I averted my gaze trying to keep from grinning like an idiot.
“Well,” Chi
Chi began in a soft whisper as we both watched Vegeta walk across the room to
the buffet table, “I think we just answered your question.”
“Yeah.” I muttered weakly. My heart pounded and my knees felt weak in the wake of that dark,
penetrating stare. And that was just a
look! I could only imagine what would
happen if I ever got the chance to kiss him.
I’d probably turn into a quivering mass of jelly. I wouldn’t mind, either.
Across the
room, “Santa” left the buffet table and sat in a recliner. “Ho! Ho! Ho!” He exclaimed deepening his voice to match the part, “Merry
Christmas!” The children in the crowd
squealed in delight at the appearance of the spiky haired Santa. All ten of them, four Chi Chi’s cousins and
the rest kids around the neighborhood that she babysat, ran to form a single
file line in front of him.
“You want to
go tell Santa what you want for Christmas?”
Chi Chi questioned as the first child began rambling off his list to
Santa.
I nodded and
she grabbed my arm pulling me to the end of the line right behind the last
kid. The line moved pretty fast and it
was only five minutes until Chi Chi took a seat on her boyfriend’s lap.
I watched as
she leaned over smiling coyly before whispering something in his ear that made
“Santa” blush hotly. By the time she
was done whispering her request, his face matched his suit and his eyes were
wide in shock.
I chuckled to
myself lightly as I watched Chi Chi walk off with a self-satisfied grin on her
face. What the hell did she say to him
anyway? Making a mental note to ask her
later, I went to take my turn and timidly sat on my friend’s lap.
“So, what do
you want for Christmas, Bulma?” He
asked reaching for a plastic
There was
really only one thing I wanted, so I put my lips right next to his ear and
whispered my hearts desire. “Vegeta.”
His eyes widened
and he choked spraying water from his mouth in his surprise. “Geez, you get right to the point, don’t
you?” He muttered wiping the liquid
from his suit and fake white beard.
“First Chi Chi and now you. I
think you guys enjoy doing this to me.” I laughed and he mock glared at me before grinning in the way that
only he could. “As for your present,”
he began lowly, “you never know. You
just might get it.” And then he winked.
“Thanks
Goku.” I muttered so only he could hear
as I extracted myself from his lap. I
felt courage and hope surge through me after his quiet remarks and I couldn’t
help but grin like an idiot.
It was time to
make my move.
The music
started up again and the melody of a slow paced love song filled the air. Many couples floated out to the dance floor,
including Chi Chi and a now normal looking Goku. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach as I scanned the room looking
for the man I wanted to dance with but I didn’t see him anywhere. He couldn’t have left already, right?
I spotted a
despondent looking Krillin hanging out by the drink table and I made my way to
him smiling. “Hey Krillin.” I said reaching for a Pepsi.
“Hey.” He muttered back as he watched the couples
swaying to the music.
After downing
the small plastic cup of pop, I asked, “You want to dance?”
His eyes
snapped up to mine and I could read the surprise in them. He nodded slowly and held his hand out to
me. I took it and we went to an
unoccupied part of the dance floor.
Dancing with
someone as short as Krillin was difficult to say the least. I let my hands rest on his shoulders and his
rested lightly on my hips. Though my
breasts were at his eye level, he politely kept his eyes locked on mine and
left a good amount of space between us.
It was awkward at first but after I stepped on his feet a few times, we
finally got the hang of it.
“So when does
18 get back?” I asked staring down at
him.
“The 27th.” He sighed.
“Well, at
least it’s not too long.” I replied
trying to lighten the mood a little bit.
“Besides, I know how you feel.
My parents aren’t even in town; they’re on a cruise.”
“They won’t
even be back for Christmas?”
“Nope.”
“That sucks.”
I
shrugged. “It’s ok I guess. It is just another day.”
“But still…” he
mumbled with a slight shake of his head.
The last few
notes of the song lingered in the air and we separated. I thanked him for the dance and he left the
floor. The next song immediately
started, another love song though not as slow paced, and I went to move off of
the floor and continue my search for the missing Vegeta when someone grabbed my
arm and gently turned me around.
I gasped as my
eyes met the smirking visage of the one I was searching for. “You wanna dance, Woman?” He murmured in a deep tone that made my
heart race and the butterflies in my stomach do summersaults.
“Bulma.” I whispered somewhat breathlessly as my mind
clouded over at his mere presence. He
was so close to me I could feel the heat of his body and hear his quiet breaths
despite the loud music.
My gaze
dropped to his perfect lips and I stared in fascination as he leaned towards me
stopping with his mouth right next to my ear.
His hot breath spilled over the exposed skin on my neck and on contact,
the sensitive area was covered with goose bumps. “Would you like to dance, Bulma?” He whispered.
I nodded
mutely simply unable to speak. His arms
encircled my waist as he pulled me closer and my arms timidly wrapped around
his neck. We swayed softly to the
music; his obsidian orbs met my cerulean ones and we danced staring into each
others eyes.
It felt so
right being in Vegeta’s arms. I felt
warm and protected, safe from anything the world could throw at me, and I
realized that my feeling for Vegeta went far deeper than a harmless crush. I could fall in love with him. In fact, I already was falling in love with
him.
Sighing in
contentment, I closed my eyes and rested my head on his shoulder wanting
nothing more than to make this dance last forever, to spend eternity wrapped in
his warm embrace. This moment was absolutely perfect and I didn’t want to let
it go.
And that’s
precisely when the song ended.
The music
changed to an upbeat techno and as I moved to disengage myself from his arms,
he surprised me by asking, “Would you come outside with me for some air?”
Smiling, I
nodded and together we left the party and exited the house. We sat in the wooden porch swing in the
front of the house. The first few
minutes were silent and my gaze traveled upward to the white twinkling dots in
the sky. A cold breeze picked up and I
shivered the thin material of my jacket clearly not enough. He must have noticed because he put his arm
around me pulling me closer while the other hand lightly rubbed my arms.
I’m not sure
how long we stayed like that. It
could’ve been minutes; it could’ve been hours.
But time didn’t matter to me.
There wasn’t anywhere else I wanted to be more than with him in his
arms. I do know that when he finally
spoke his quiet voice startled me and I jumped slightly.
“Bulma, I…” he
trailed off. I turned to look at him
and watched as his mouth opened and closed several times before he sighed in
apparent defeat and crushed his lips to mine.
It was everything
I imagined it would be and so much more.
His lips softly brushed mine, shyly at first, but the kiss soon grew
passionate. I felt a surge of
electricity flow through my body and I closed my eyes surrendering myself to
the delicious sensations of his warm lips on mine. I gasped into his mouth as his hand drew light circles on the
small of my back and he took advantage of it plunging his tongue in to explore
the recesses of my mouth.
When we
finally parted, I opened my eyes to meet his and I was shocked at the
tenderness I saw in them. I was trapped
in his eyes, unable to look away and to be honest, I didn’t want to. His hand traveled up to softly stroke my
cheek and he smiled.
“Bulma,” he
asked quietly, “will you go out with me?”
I could hardly
believe it; this was everything I’d ever wanted and deep down I knew that he
would be everything I would ever need.
There would never be anyone else for me. So I answered the only way I could, with a just as quiet, “Yes.”
His lips
quickly descended on mine again and when the kiss was over, I was left
breathless. Vegeta pulled me onto his
lap resting his chin on the top of my head.
I don’t know how long we stayed out there, but when I checked my watch
it was well after
“Merry
Christmas, Vegeta.” I whispered.
“Merry
Christmas, Bulma.”
AN: Aww, ain’t
it sweet? Man that was the longest
one-shot I’ve ever written. Please let
me know what you think and drop me a line either through an email or over ICQ
at #137056692. For anyone who wants to
message me on ICQ, please state that you want to discuss fanfiction
from the beginning because otherwise I’ll ignore the message thinking it’s spam. Ja ne, Killarri.