The Calm [Bulla]

[Vanto Lux]

The teen left the lobby, rubbing his sore left arm, which was now in the sling. It always seemed to be this arm that got hurt. Vanto sighed, deciding that it would be better to leave his arm alone. After all, his mother told him that it would be best to keep it in the sling until the next match. This made Vanto wonder who his opponent was. The black haired boy knew that Frosvite was fighting against one of those changelings, Gelid or something like that, and actually hoped his friend (if he could even call him that) would win. "Gah," Vanto said, biting down his lower lip in an effort to hold back a scream. Why did this hurt?

Feeling it would be better to think about something else, Vanto's mind began to work like a machine, thinking about various things. His brain finally settled on one thought: him being in South City and not freeing the slaves. His high spirits fell, the teen dropping his head in displeasure: Frieza was around so he had to play cool. That runaway grunt probably got Vanto's description but that was a couple weeks ago.

A day before he fought Akeuyota. Two days before he met up with Bulla and had his little make-out session with her. Five days after the two went to the gravity room and Vanto met that annoying kid.

Now that he was away from the battle, Vanto began to think about Bulla. The teen's face reddened at the thought of the blue haired beauty. He hadn't seen her in the crowd and despite being mad at her for rude comments during their short lived gravity room training, the hero wasn't afraid to say he missed his damsel. Letting out a dreamy sigh, Vanto plopped down on the bench, looking off in the distance, a dazed look on his face.

[Bulla]

[/b]"

Sniffling, she wiped at her eyes and took a seat beside him slowly. "I.. saw that you won congrats.." Her words might have been directed to him, but her eyes were looking at her lap. "um.. now I have more words of motivation for you..". [/justify][/ul]

[Vanto Lux]

Foot steps were heard and completely broke the teen's concentration on...whatever the hell it was. Vanto's head poked up and upon seeing Bulla, the biggest smile appeared on his bruised and scratched face. Just the girl he was thinking about! He rose up out from his seat to hug his crush but she just plopped down onto the wooden bench. The teen stood there in confusion, looking at Bulla, a expression of concern plastered on his face. The smile, which had disappeared for a quick second, reappeared and was only wider. She was obviously sad and it was up to her hero to cheer her up!

Sitting down next to Bulla and inching closer so their shoulders were pressed against one another, Vanto moved his hand across her lap and over her hands. "Yeah, thanks: I think I was fighting your cousin or something." Vanto said. His opponent, Jean, had the same shade of blue hair and the same last name and as far as the youth knew, Bulla has no other siblings besides the one he met, whose name he was unable to get or ask for due to the given circumstances.

His eyebrows arching, the memory of the gravity room once again was in his head: those harsh comments repeating over and over, making Vanto look for a second. Hopefully she wasn't going to insult him again. His hand still on hers, Vanto looked back to her hesitantly. "Uh..what's up?"

[Bulla]

[/b]" But one that he was going to have to figure out for himself... if he talked to her after this.

Bulla snatched her hands away from his grip and stood up, showing him her back as she sucked in a deep breath. "I did something horrible to you.. and now your going to hate me. I fear your going to now use that attack on me really.. instead of just using it to scare me off.." She paused thinking hopeful thoughts that maybe he would use his attack on her. At least then, she wouldn't be able to see the pain that she was about to cause. "I made a connection with you.. and I told you that I really liked you, but I also said I was going to hurt you by accident, but I didn't know it was going to be this soon.." Clenching her eyes together shut tightly, she gripped the ends of her mini skirt in her hands and shook her head "I slept with this guy.. and I admit that I didn't know him that well, but just like we had a connection.. I had one with him. He was nice to me.. and" No, she couldn't help it, if he was going to hit her or yell at her, she had to face him. Turning back around to him, she grabbed his hands tightly and bent down in front of him.

"I'm so sorry.. I didn't mean for it to happen.. it just did and I apologize for it. I'm sorry.. so so sorry. Please.. forgive me?" Letting go of his hands, she wrapped her arms around him instead and buried her face in his stomach to hide her tears. ".. you can yell and scream.. but don't hate me? Please?"[/justify][/ul]

[Vanto Lux]

Okay, so Jean wasn’t her cousin? Vanto sat there in confusion, looking at Bulla with genuine concern. His warm blacks orbs scanned over the blue haired girl as if her body held the answer he was looking for. The only thing was, Vanto had no idea what he was looking for. Her pale hands were pulled away from his, the girl herself now standing up with her back turned to him. Usually she faced him when they talked, the two taking each other’s good looks but now it was like he had a disease. Like he got so ugly that she didn’t want to even look at him, which made his heart sank. Sitting there, his confusion building up as she spoke, his eyes now on the ground as he soaked in each word she said.

Why would he want attack her? Why would he hate her? Vanto stood up, adjusting his sling and looking at the back of his friend’s head, his forehead furrowed, eyebrows raised and lips pursed. Then she startled to ramble on about the moment they had at her house: how he had given her his first kiss. “Yeah, I rea--” he said, trying to force a smile but as she went on, his expression went from concern to impassive. She slept with a guy? His heart sank even further and his eyes became glossy, the teen honestly didn’t know what to say. They were only thirteen. She was only thirteen and she had slept with a guy!? “…” Vanto let out a deep sigh, the expression on his face an awkward mixture of anger and sadness. Tears began to form at the edge of his eyes but the teen looked like he wanted to punch someone in the face. “You..” he wanted to say something in response but still lost for words.

Bulla gripped his right hand, his left arm up in the sling, resting across his chest. “You’re sorry?” he simply said as the blue haired girl buried her face into his rigid stomach, the black article clothing now stained with her tears. Most respect for her had been lost: those strong feelings were diminishing slowly as she broke the news to him. Vanto pressed his right hand on top of her head and pushed it away from his stomach, taking a couple steps back. No words could describe how angry, how disappointed, how sad, how pissed off he was at the moment. The same cold look on his face but sadness in his eyes, warm tears now rolling down the sides of his face. “Sorry doesn’t cut it, you stupid bitch!” he shouted, throwing his right arm to the side of his body.

“You stupid bitch!”
“You stupid, dumb hoe!”
“YOU FUCKING WHORE!” He shouted, every ounce of hatred he had develop over the last moments erupting through his mouth, venom lacing each and every word.

Vanto was huffing heavily now, his eyes wide and bloodshot. He wanted nothing to do with the Capsule Corp. heir at the moment. “I told you--” he paused, his right hand clenching into a fist. “I TOLD YOU, I PROMISED YOU, IN FACT…!” He yelled once more, the veins on his neck bulging in response. “...That I would protect you, that I would be your hero and this is what you do to me!? Huh!?” he exclaimed, kneeling down and pounding his fist against the wooden bench with all the might he could muster at the moment. Surprisingly, the bench cracked slightly and Vanto’s strength was awarded by having his splinters all over his hand. “..I promised to protect you and you spread your legs open in response? Just to let some guy, you barely even knew, take advantage of you?”

The teen took a large breath and stood there. He was oddly quiet now: carefully picking his next words. No way would he hit her but she crossed the line: Vanto was going to hurt her. This was unforgivable…

[Bulla]

[/b]" Her tear filled explanation was cut short, as she jumped losing her balance. For a moment, she thought his right hand was coming to hit her. Punish her for her lying deceitful ways. It didn't matter that he wasn't going to hit her. Each comment was like a slap to her face. Bitch? She was. It didn't matter. Family? Friends? Her smart mouth had always given her power over people. The way they felt when they were around her.. with her mean comments? She was a bitch. There was no point in denying it.

A hoe? She had hurt the guy she liked on an impulse because of sudden feelings she had for another. It wasn't the worst part that made her a hoe. It was that.. she enjoyed it. Being with Kabbar had made her feel powerful and loved, something that she felt with Vanto, but just never enough. The other dark haired boy knew what to do to make her melt in his hands and it was the reason shy fell so quick to his kisses.. and his touch. The way her body reacted when she was around both dark haired figures? A whore? It was because for a split second.. she actually thought that she could have both of the dark haired boys. Vanto could forgive her, and she could forgive Kabbar for his lying to her. She still cared deeply for both boys.. and now she lost both of them.

"I know.. but" She stopped her words short. To scared to interrupt him while he was going off on her. The teen just assumed it would be best not to say a word until he was done. Her body trying to desperately to obtain air was the only sound coming from her now. Bulla had switched her position to being on her knees now down in front of her. Arms wrapped around herself in a tight hug. All the things he was telling her were just the things Kabbar had told her as well. That he was going to protect her, train her, and be her hero. It really wasn't a surprise that she fell into bed with him. The two were really the same, only total opposites in personality. They both fell for her in a short amount of time like she did with them. The only reason she probably hadn't slept with Vanto first was because of her brother interrupting them when they were having a moment. She had been sure in her ability then to convince him to stay.. but now she didn't know anymore.

Glancing at him shyly, she licked her lips and slowly stood up on her feet. ".. you hurt your hand.. let me help you?" Sniffling, she started to grab his hand to see if he was alright then paused and stepped back away from him. "You probably.. don't want me touching you.. or doing anything else for you..". Her arms went back around herself and she looked back down "But you don't understand I'll do anything to make up for the wrong that I did to you, if you just give me a chance to?".[/justify][/ul]

[Vanto Lux]

He flinched himself when Bulla threw herself. His eyes narrowed, did she really think Vanto would lay his hand on her? His mother taught him better than that. The tears stopped and blood began to drip down his fist, covering his entire hand in red. The black haired boy turned away, unable to face Bulla. The young man felt absolutely stupid, realizing that in a way, he brought this upon himself. Knowing that Bulla was a very known girl, he tried anyway: he tried to change her and failed. Obviously. A sharp intake of breath broke the silence and the boy turned back to the former holder of his affection. No way could he feel for her again: she broke his heart. “Why…what did I do wrong? How did I mess up? I did everything right…right?” he said, more to himself than anything, raising his hand to the side of his face, some loose splinters getting stuck in his bruised cheek.

Everything was going good. He had won his match. He had won his father’s respect and approval, even in a small amount. All he had to do was win the girl. Apparently, someone else already did. “You can’t even say you didn’t want to. Knowing you, you probably did: I just don’t understand…” the raven-haired boy proclaimed, looking at Bulla. He was hurt and distraught, that much was evident in his eyes, which were once warm and inviting, now cold and neglecting. Biting his tongue, Bulla had did the most horrible thing and he had a whole repertoire of insults for her, comebacks in case she tries to pull her little bitch act and fire back at him. She didn’t though, which surprised him and only left him more confused.

The blue haired genius (she couldn’t have been so much if she did this) reached toward him and his knee-jerk reaction was to step back. “I know I’m hurt, I don’t need you stating the damn obvious.” he retorted, his voice strained and raspy. Vanto wanted to cry right now. Maybe what she said in the Gravity Room was meant to distance them. Maybe, Bulla’s meeting with this mysterious guy’s happened sometime between their little rendezvous and them going to the gravity room. Or maybe, he was jumping to conclusions. Again, he had no idea what to think. He just felt…alone now. “What can you do anyway? Not like my hand is some sort of machine or electronic or whatever.”

“You crushed my heart like you crushed the scouter back at your house.” he stated, his tone still laced with venom. Vanto stepped back further from Bulla. “You’re not even sorry, I bet. I guess that’s why you weren’t even at my match, just waiting to to see if I lost to your cousin or whoever the hell it--” God, did he sound stupid. The teen had no idea what he was saying right now and it was probably best to shut up. Biting down on his lower lip, his eyes squinted as he stared at Bulla, as if awaiting something. A reaction, a bitchy comeback, anything. Maybe a pinch, just to show this was a bad dream. Maybe Jean had really won the match and knocked him out and this was all a nightmare.

Vanto raised his right hand to his face, pinching bruised cheek and letting out a slight yelp. Nope, wasn’t a dream. That meant, this was really happening…

[Bulla]

[/b]" Her crying had stopped for a moment, as her gaze was turned to the ground. As of right now.. she still wasn't worthy enough to look at him directly. Vanto just made her feel worse when he was right about his accusations.

"I did.." She said slowly, then sighed. "But I'm sorry for even doing it. I said I was sorry for hurting you, I never said I was sorry for what happened between me and.." Her voice trailed off as she closed her eyes. Nope, the teen decided not to say Kabbar's name. The dark haired human in front of her was angry.. and upset.. and hurt, who knew what would happen if she were to utter the saiyan's name with who she was unfaithful with. Vanto might rage and get himself hurt, Bulla didn't want that. ".. maybe I should just go? Leave you alone.."

..yeah I didn't feel like typing 400 words anymore I got annoyed >.>[/justify][/ul]

[Vanto Lux]

The boy looked to the ground, absolutely crestfallen at the negative turn of events. The one time he liked a girl...everything had to go awry. His face began to contort, going through a series of expression (ranging between sadness and anger) in response to the torrent of emotions that the already hormone ridden teen was feeling. One emotion stuck out the most, the feeling of him being betrayed. Vanto had a lot of confidence when it came to woman but simply didn't go after girls because none interested him. None interested him until Bulla, at least. He fell for her, fell hard at that and even gave his first kiss to her. Even after that intimate moment they shared at their house, she simply disregarded that and went to another guy? Vanto bit down on his lower lip, his face settling on an expression.

His eyes still bloodshot, tears would from at the edge and Vanto would just raise his arm to his face, in a vain attempt to hide them. After wiping the brewing tears, Vanto took a deep breath, shaking his head and crossing his arms to his side. "Well," he said, a lot more calmer then he was before. Maybe Bulla was truly sorry. Maybe they could actually get past this and become friends. That wouldn't be happening anytime soon though: the blue haired girl had violated and for a genius, had done some stupid, unforgivable things. "It's a shame." he started, shoving his hands into the confines of his shorts.

"I really did like you and you just screwed me over." Vanto said, raising his head to look Bulla in the eyes. The redness around his dark orbs were receding but the tear tracks were still visible. "You should just leave. Leave me alone for now--" Vanto choked back a small sob and cleared his throat. "-- and leave me alone forever." though he didn't literally mean forever, Vanto had a feeling the two wouldn't be talking to each other for a long time now. That also meant he lost the only other person who knew about Dragon Balls. Whatever, he'll just work around it.

[Bulla]

[/b]" She agreed with him slowly then sighed, shrugging her shoulders. The teen didn't know how many times she would have to say for him to forgive her, but right now.. Bulla knew that wasn't going to happen. The thing about Vanto was that he was a likable person. Handsome.. with a good head over his shoulders and a good heart in his chest, she knew he would find someone else to replace her. Maybe.. this was all for the best. Maybe this was a lesson? They shouldn't be thinking about guys or girls.. or just love, they should just be thinking about getting out of Frieza's rule. She had hurt him and Kabbar had hurt her. To Bulla, maybe it was just a fair trade for thinking that they could actually be in a normal relationship. "I said it before.. and I'll say it again. I'm sorry and.. anything you need? You can come to me.." Pausing for a moment, she sighed and licked her lips then frowned sadly"Or my mom. We'll help you with whatever..".

Even before the sentence had left her lips completely, she could feel her blue orbs feeling up will tears again before they started shedding from her eyes. Her hands went automatically to her eyes while she sucked in her breath, holding in her sobs. "I hope you find the girl that's going to treat you right, I was just the obstacle in your way to her.. good look in the tournament" It was hard, but she kept her voice calm. It was a shaky calm, but the girl just wanted to get her words across. Her head nodded slowly while her body turned away from him and began walking away from the scene. Jean was out of the tournament, Vanto wouldn't want her there anymore.. so she just decided to go home. Her bed was calling her name..[/justify][/ul]