Breathe

The story of a girl named Bulma who fell
in love with a serial killer named Vegeta.



Community Service

Two Months Later. . .

     Vegeta glared around the police station. He hated being here every day helping Bulma out. He had community service because he had lashed out an innocent old man for asking him directions. It wasn't his fault that the man was hard of hearing. He sure heard the energy blast that hit him on the chest enough to knock him down but not kill him.

       Piccolo rounded the corner and smirked as he saw Vegeta on break from mopping the basement floors. A chuckle and he'd bark a command at the criminal who was the love of his best friend's life. It was almost funny how the two of them were exactly alike in so many aspects.

       "Back to work, Ouji. You don't want Miss Bulma to come down here and find you with a bullet in your brain from my pistol." He snickered after saying that.

      Vegeta growled at Piccolo and mumbled something incoherent about 'stupid greenbeans and how bulma would kick his ass if he were to find him dead.' He went back to mopping the floor because thinking about Bulma reminded him how hungry he was. He couldn't wait to get home and see her. She should be heading home about now to get his dinner ready.

      Bulma came down the stairs and walked towards Piccolo and Vegeta. A smile on her face. It seemed she had good news or else she'd look glum as she always did when she saw Vegeta working.

       "Vegeta! Guess what! I talked to my father, and he said you didn't have to work anymore and that you can stay home now. As long as you don't do anything else to land back up in jail again. What do you say, think you can do it?"

       He just smirked at her and replied with a simple, "I accept your challenge."

      Bulma just blinked and sighed with the response, "It's not a challenge, Vegeta. It's a question, dumbass."

     Piccolo chuckled quietly at the couple. It reminded him of the days when Jun'ai thought that she was in love with him. Piccolo had his eye on one of the body guards that was a General for quite some time now. She had been recently noticing him as well. Although, as for Jun'ai, she was off chasing Yamcha now. That would be a big mistake for her in the end. He quietly thought to himself about Jun'ai. 'I'll miss working with that kid. She always did keep me on my toes.'

     Bulma also had another announcement for her beloved criminal. She took a deep breath and then blurted it out as fast as she could. "Vegeta, I'm pregnant." She almost giggled at his shocked expression.

      Vegeta was dumbfounded. How could he have missed the ki signature? Now that he knew it was there he felt around for it, and surely there it was. Instead of getting upset over it, he just smirked and crossed his arms with a proud stance.

       Two officers were making their way down the stairs and one of them Piccolo was not expecting to see. Actually, he wasn't expecting to see both of them. Jun'ai bounced down the stairs with glee while Sheara, the bodyguard that Piccolo admired followed her down the stairs.

      Bulma giggled and teased Piccolo when Sheara walked down the stairs. She said, "Oooo. Piccoloooo, lookie whose coming down the stairs right now." She threw herself against Vegeta to get protection from the wrath of Piccolo, who was resembled a christmas tree from blushing so hard.

       Sheara was tall, just like Piccolo, but she was only 5'9'' and didn't match his height. She had long beautiful tresses of onyx hair that flowed to the small of her back. She also had the most beautiful crimson eyes. They'd caught Piccolo's attention almost immediately. She smiled as she caught sight of him. They'd been seeing each other secretly, but it was about time that they revealed their relationship, anyway.

     Piccolo watched Sheara head towards him and he never expected what she did next, which was kiss him infront of everyone. He growled low and whispered, "What did I say? I thought I told you not to do anything like that infront of them."

       "Awww. Poor Piccowo is embarassed from a little smoochie woochie." That comment came directly from Bulma who was giggling, but was quickly silenced by Vegeta.

       "Shut up, woman. Don't you dare use that childish babble infront of me, again." He growled just about annoyed with everyone in the room.

       "Excuse me, asshole. It's not my fault you're here. You did this to yourself, don't blame it on me. I can do whatever I want. If I wanted to have you arrested I would."

       "You don't have the guts."

       "Don't tell me what I have, Vegeta. I'm not afraid of you, and I'm definitely not afraid to have you thrown in jail, again. So if you wanna spend more time here then I suggest you keep talking. If you don't, then I suggest you shut up and we'll be on good terms. Just because I love you and would do anything for you doesn't mean that I wouldn't hesitate to have you locked up. Got it?"

       Vegeta had suddenly gone silent. He knew that Bulma meant every word because she didn't kid around like that. He pushed her away from him and glared at everyone before turning his back to them and grunting while crossing his arms. He'd had enough of this place already and was eager to get home.

       Jun'ai admired how Bulma stood up to Vegeta like that. Maybe she finally understood now why Bulma loved him. She had complete control over Vegeta and he wouldn't dare harm her in anyway. Jun'ai finally saw the love that existed between them and wished she could have had that with anyone. Now, she knew that her heart didn't belong to Piccolo, because his belonged to another. She sighed and headed up the stairs to finish her duties.

      Bulma frowned slightly when she watched Jun'ai walk off and then watched as Sheara and Piccolo headed upstairs after discussing an assignment that they had to do next. She turned to Vegeta and smiled softly. She didn't say anything. She turned to head up the stairs and a soft masculine voice reached her ears.

       "Wait. . ."

      That word was so gentle it had almost made her cry, but for what reason she didn't know. She felt a strong hand wrap around hers and glanced up into the beautiful onyx eyes of Vegeta. It was the first time that he was actually showing emotion towards her and wasn't afraid to. Maybe something had finally knocked some sense into him.

      As soon as they were out of the building, Vegeta picked up Bulma and flew them home after a long, tedious day.

A Fallen Angel

just believe...
       just breathe. . .

7 Months Later 9:20 AM in West City Hospital.

     Bulma held tight to Vegeta's hand as she delivered her baby. With the final push she shouted, "VEGETA! I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!"

      Vegeta silently chuckled to himself and then replied, "I'd like to see you try, woman."

      Then a cry of a baby silenced the two of them and a proud smile was painted on Vegeta's visage. The doctors gave the baby to him, to hold. He took the baby gently in his arms and for once, a genuine smile came across his face.

8 Years Later. . .

     Vegeta stood in the Gravity Room that Bulma had taken time to build for him, exactly six years ago. He was watching his seven year old son, Trunks Vegeta Briefs, train. In just a short time the boy had become Super Saiya-jin. It was something that took years for him to acheive.

      He was disrupted from thought as Bulma knocked on the Gravity Room door. His son beat him to the door, though.

     Trunks opened the door and ran outside and then to the house, because he was really hungry and he knew that if he stayed any longer his father would tell him to get back in there and do a lot of pushups.

      Bulma motioned for Vegeta to follow her, and she waited for him as he shut down the Gravity Chamber. She started to walk when she saw that he was following her. Then she said what she had came to say, "My father said he wanted to see us down at the station. Now I have to get a babysitter for Trunks, though."

       Vegeta was silent and was deep in thought, 'What would her father want to see us for... unless he wants to..?' A vision of him dying before her feet flashed through his mind. He shook his head and figured he was just being paranoid about the whole thing.

An Hour Later...

      Bulma had left Trunks with Juuhachi at her house. She held onto Vegeta's hand the entire way into the station. As soon as she walked in her father greeted her. Though, he just seemed to smile and left Bulma and Vegeta on their own.

     Yamcha came down the hallway with handcuffs behind his back. "Hey Bulma, Vegeta. Great to see you guys again." He walked behind Vegeta and grabbed his wrists as quickly as possible and handcuffed them together.

       "Moron. What the hell is the big idea?"

       "What are you doing Yamcha? If you don't let him go right this instant I am going to get my father to..." she was immediately cut off by Yamcha.

       "Your father is the one who told me to do this.. now get moving, Ouji."

       Vegeta moved and Bulma followed the both of them down to the basement. When they arrived down there, Yamcha knocked Vegeta down to the ground and shoved his gun into Bulma's hands and gave her an order. "Shoot him."

       "What? Why?"

       "DON'T QUESTION ME! JUST DO IT!"

       "No! I can't... I love him."

      Another voice came into their arguement. It was the voice of Vegeta. He was not afraid of death. His vision had been correct. He knew he was going to die. He might as well just get it over with.

       "Bulma. Shoot me. I deserve this."

       "But Vegeta... what about Trunks? What about... me?" Tears started to form in her eyes. She didn't want it to end like this. She had wanted to grow old with Vegeta. She also wanted to have more than just one child with him. It seemed all her dreams were fading at this very moment.

       "Tell Trunks, I am proud of him..." The Mighty Prince Vegeta, was trying to hold back the tears that threatened to spill from his eyes. Although, even he, could not stop the water that was now softly flowing down his cheeks. He'd never imagined that he'd say these three words in his entire lifetime.

       "I love you."

      Tears began to swell up in Bulma's eyes, as well. She didn't hold them back, and the moment she started to cry the gun was snatched from her hands, and a loud gunshot rang in her ears. Blue eyes glanced down at the body that had now gone cold with a bullet through the forehead. She ran over to the body of her lover and threw herself upon him, crying everything that she had to cry.

      Yamcha almost felt sorry but as soon as those emotions of guilt washed over him, he left the dungeon and informed the Commander that the dirty deed had been done, and that his daughter was sulking.

       Bulma looked down at Vegeta one last time and got up and ran upstairs. She couldn't bare to stay with him any longer. Seeing him like that made her heart shatter all over again. As she ran down the hall she ran into her father and couldn't help but scream, "I HATE YOU. I HATE YOU ALL. I WISH VEGETA KILLED YOU. YOU ALL DESERVE TO DIE." As she was running towards the door she ran into something that felt like a brick wall but looked up and discovered it to be Piccolo, her best friend. She assumed he was coming back from an assignment.

       "What's wrong, Bulma?" He asked with concern. Apparently he had no idea what had happened here.

       "You mean... you don't know? They didn't tell you? Wait a minute.. I get it now. Piccolo, they killed Vegeta. Yamcha wanted me to shoot him, but I refused to do it... and he stole the gun and shot my husband."

       Piccolo pulled her outside away from all these people in the station. He'd take care of them later. He frowned as the tears continued to flow down her cheeks. "I'm sorry. This is my fault. If only I had stayed a little longer. I could've stopped them."

       "It's not your fault." Bulma silently told him and then began to walk back home. She refused a ride and just needed some time to herself. Before she knew it, she reached Juuhachi's house and picked up her son. The walk home with him was very silent.

The Black Flame

E p i l o g u e. . .

      Trunks came through the door. It had been nine years since his father had died. He almost completely forgot about it, but still kept his father close to his heart. He had just come home from school and had to do an assignment on a famous serial killer.

      Bulma smiled upon entering the kitchen seeing her son sitting and reading over his assignment. "What kind of assignment do you have to do now?" She always asked him about the kind of things that he had to do in school. She had never really gone to school herself, only up until tenth grade, then she just kind of quit since she already knew everything the teachers taught her, anyway.

       "They're making us do a report on Serial Killers." He saw his mother's face fall for a second and then she seemed to brighten up again.

       "Oh? Who are you doing a report on?"

      "Some guy that called himself The Black Flame." Once again, he saw his mother's smile fade and watched her get up and face the counter. "Mom. Are you okay? If I didn't know any better, I'd say you knew the guy."

       "Yes. I knew him. I knew him very well. I was only seventeen when I met him. " She couldn't bare to tell him the truth, but she knew that she had to. He was sixteen now. He could handle it. "His real name was Vegeta Ouji. Sound familiar to you?"

      Trunks sat there with wide eyes for a moment and then silently said, "You mean... My father was a serial killer?" He watched his mother nod and now he finally understood why they must've killed him. Since everything made sense now all he could was smirk. "Can you tell me about his past, mom? So I can do the report and make my father proud."

       "Your father always was proud of you, Trunks. He said it just before he met his fate. Don't forget it, ok?" She smiled when her son nodded and then began to explain in detail everything about Vegeta's past, and how the two of them came to be.

The End.

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