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Plan on Forever
Chapter Four: ...Driving happiness away...
Last time, on Plan on Forever:
Goku's eyes softened then, and he reached across to touch her arm. She shook him off, however, thankful that they had finally reached their destination. She climbed out of the car without either a word, or a backward glance, and entered the large brick building in front of her.
Goku briefly contemplated following her, but quickly decided against it. After all, everything he'd said had been true... right?
Bulma had holed herself up in her office after Goku had dropped her off. Not because he had hurt her. Not for any reason even close to that.
But, because she knew he was right.
Because, no matter how she sugar coated it, she was a whore.
That was what hurt.
Not the words that Goku had spoken, not his accusing tone of voice, but the truth in it. Not the hurt she'd felt when he'd called her a whore.
But the hurt she felt now, after realizing that he was right.
That was what had been the final blow.
Which was precisely why she was locked in her office, lying on the floor, staring at the ceiling, silent tears burning their way down her cheeks.
Suddenly, she bolted upright, a small smile gracing her lips. If Goku thought she was a whore, then so be it. She wouldn't date Yamcha anymore.
She'd marry him instead.
Goku lie on his bed, a look of utter bewilderment covering his handsome features. He'd crossed the line with Bulma. Even he knew that. With a defeated sigh, he rolled over, and grabbed the phone.
It was time for some groveling.
He didn't even have to stop to think about Bulma's number, he'd grown so accustomed to calling it.
It rang twice before a definitely male voice answered the phone.
It was all Goku could do to repress a snarl.
"Is Bulma there?" He asked after a moment of deliberation.
"Uh.. yeah, she is.. But we're sort of indisposed at the moment, can you call back later?"
Goku was about to refuse, to tell the bastard that Bulma called her boyfriend that he couldn't call back later, when a feminine voice caught his attention.
This time, he didn't repress his snarl. With a short growl, he slammed the phone down on its cradle, and clamored to his feet. It wasn't the fact that Bulma had run back to her boyfriend after what he'd said.. That wouldn't have bothered him at all.
If that had been the case, Goku would've accepted his defeat.
But, the voice on Yamcha's end of the line hadn't been Bulma's.
Even though he'd driven at a breakneck pace, and had narrowly avoided several near accidents, Goku still only arrived in time to see Yamcha wave to someone as they rounded the corner of Bulma's apartment building. He cursed himself silently, and moved to follow them, when he saw a blue haired figure making her way down the street, her head lowered.
Yamcha evidently saw her as well, because he gave a wide grin and rushed to her side.
Goku cursed, before throwing the car into gear, and speeding off, leaving Bulma and Yamcha behind to stare at the idiot who felt the need to squeal his tires before driving off in a huff.
At least, that's all Yamcha could think of.
Bulma, on the other hand, knew the car well. She knew very well that it was merely Son Goku, coming to check on her, and finding her playing whore to her boss.
She gave a small grin.
Well, never again would that be her role.
"Yamcha.. I.. I've been thinking about what you said."
"About what, babe?" He asked innocently, though his eyes showed that he knew perfectly well what he was talking about.
"I.. I want to marry you. As soon as possible, if that's ok." She replied with a smile. Though, inside, it felt like something was breaking. "Only my heart." She told herself, as if that were an everyday occurrence.
"You mean it? I mean.. you're serious? You'll be my wife?"
Bulma merely grinned in reply.
Chichi stumbled into Son Goku's darkened house sometime between midnight and one. Her breath reeked of alcohol, and her hair was disheveled.
It was all Goku could do not to laugh at the site.
"Tell me, Chi.. are you normally in the habit of rolling around in the mud before bedtime?"
"Trust me when I tell you that this is a new development. I only drink when I'm angry. Very angry, in fact."
"Well.. um.. why are you mad now?" He asked in reply, his nose crinkled from confusion.
"Because.. I should've known what Bulma was doing." She answered, before turning serious eyes on her boyfriend.
"Wh.. What's that?"
"She took away the one person I cared about... and I was too blind to see what was right in front of me."
Goku paled so much that he briefly wondered if human transparency were actually possible. "Listen.. Chichi.. it's not what you think."
"To hell it's not."
"Just.. let me explain.."
"Don't make this any harder than it is, Goku. I care about you.. But my heart just doesn't belong to me anymore."
Goku face vaulted. "You're dumping me?"
"Don't think of it that way.. Think of it as being fair."
"And how, pray tell, is this being fair?" Goku asked, though his voice betrayed him. It was unnervingly calm.
"Don't act like you're crushed by this, Goku. You haven't been the same for days. It's like you're distracted or something."
"I'm not distracted, Chi.. it's just... Wait. If Bulma took something away from you.. and it wasn't me.. then what was it?"
"Why in Kami's name did you think I was talking about you?" She questioned, her eyebrow raised warily.
"Nothing.. sorry, I'm in lalaland or something.. But.. let's not get off subject. What'd Bulma take from you?"
Chichi gave an evil growl, before turning her eyes back to her now ex boyfriend.
"She's marrying Yamcha."
And then, Son Goku stopped breathing.
At least, he thought he did.
Either that, or he fainted.
He wasn't sure which.Sorry for the delay guys! I've got the next chap for this partially written though, so hopefully it won't take too long to get it up! Lovies! ~*VP*~