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I'll Remember	By : Mallie-3 Category: Dragon Ball Z > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 1079 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I’ll Remember

By: Mallie-3

Prologue

Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball Z or any of its characters. This is just a hobby.

Warnings: This is not a fiction for those who are under the age of 18. This story will contain sexual situations, uncomfortably graphic imaging, and language, which is not suitable for those under the age of 18. With that knowledge, please enjoy my fan fiction.

Author’s Note: This story is to dedicate to Preciousjade76. She really enjoyed the song by Adele called “Someone Like You”. I happened to love the lyrics, which she told me to look at. She thought it would make a wonderful B/V fiction. She gave me a small plot idea, and hinted for me to do something with it ;). I hope she likes it along with you. Remember this is an A/U. There are not super powers or super strengths. Vegeta is a human.

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6 years ago…

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Stupid….

She was so stupid…

A glistening tear rolled down her cheek, and was roughly wiped clean from her face. She glanced out the window of her father’s black Bentley Continental. She pulled the seat belt away from her chest. She couldn’t breathe. She reaching up allowing a shaky hand to run threw her light blue locks of hair.

“You need to relax; I will be sure and pick up your prescription for the pain.” Mrs. Briefs said softly placing a hand upon her suit’s skirting.

Her mother’s hair was pulled back in a French twist and her make-up was applied lightly upon her pursed lips. She lifted a hand to fix her hairstyle briefly before shifting her blue eyes toward her daughter.

Bulma wanted to say nothing to the woman, not now or ever for that matter.

“Oh Bulma, everything will get better in time. It may be fresh now, but believe me you will soon realize it is for the best.” She patted her daughter’s thigh.

Bulma yanked her legs away and winced feeling herself begin to cramp up once again. She was so happy that they numbed her well enough during the whole procedure. She couldn’t wait to get her hands on the prescription drugs. They would surely work better than the stuff wearing off now.

“How do you know it will get better, I have completely went against what I believe in just to appease father. That isn’t right! Just because you don’t want his reputation tarnished by the magazines? You don’t care at all about me, about my conscience in the process. No you just care about his selfish decisions, and for that I will always suffer.” Bulma whispered softly, placing a hand over her face.

“I have done exactly as you have before. At your age I had to complete the same procedure in order to keep a good family name. Then I was introduced to your father, and we have been married since I was twenty-five. I am lucky to be where I am because of my choice.” She shifted her blue gaze toward her daughter, frowning slightly in the process.

“Mother, did you not just hear yourself? Vegeta is from a good family! I am completely fine with how my life would have turned out!” Bulma choked back a sob, burying her face in her hands.

“Bulma that is enough, I do not wish to hear that boys name ever again, do you understand me? You will no longer see him, and he sure as hell better not come near us. He is an Ouji, and therefore he is scum. I am glad you rid yourself of that thing you both created together. Gods Bulma, do you have no sense at all?” her mother sighed dramatically and rustled through her purse trying to find her cigarettes. Once they were found the woman placed one between her perfectly painted lips and lit it, rolling down the window to allow the smoke to escape.

“I loved him, mother!” the blue haired girl shot up from her slouched position and pointed at her mother, “That thing was our child, which it was unfair of you to have me go through with the abortion…he will never forgive me…” Bulma whispered and sniffled feeling her eyes become clouded with tears.

“Good, I am glad. He needs to stay away from you, like I said. There will be no more seeing him. You will marry Yamcha. He is a great boy. He is going to be a fine lawyer someday, which he will take over his father’s firm. You will take over Capsule Corporation and together you both will create wonderful stability for this company, just as your father imagined.” Mrs. Briefs sighed softly and smiled, taking yet another drag from her cigarette.

“I do not care what father wants…does anyone care what I want? I do not wish to marry that…that sorry excuse for a man. I wish to marry Veg…” the sound of skin on skin contact vibrated throughout the close quarters within the vehicle. Bulma clutched her swelling cheek and watched her mother with a wide eyed expression.

“There will be no more speaking to this boy, or so help me God I will go straight to your father and tell him where we came from. I will also inform him as to who caused his daughter to be in that condition, and there will be hell to pay. Your father would stop at nothing to put them out of business. You know him…” Mrs. Briefs said softly, shaking her stinging hand and placing it into her lap. She took another drag of her cigarette and blew the white smoke out the window, flicking the ember ashes in the process.

“I-I promise I will not see him again, but please never speak to father about what has happened, I wish nothing bad to happen to Ouji Corp. Please mother…” Bulma whimpered softly letting her fingers trail away from the faint redness across her cheek.

“You have my word; I will not speak to your father about this.” She sighed.

After a brief moment of silence, Mrs. Briefs allowed smoke to escape her nostrils and turned her head, smiling upon her daughter, which caused her to grow uneasy, “You will be a lovely bride with Yamcha as the groom. I can hear wedding bells already.” Her mother lifted her shoulder slightly and was grinning happily. She didn’t answer her mother, she knew not to. She didn’t want to get satisfy her with an answer, for she didn’t deserve one.

Bulma sat back in the lush seating of her father’s car. The driver was taking them back to Capsule Corp. where their father would be waiting for them to arrive. She was sure that stupid Yamcha character would be waiting. She didn’t hate him, but he tried too hard, and she knew him way too long to think of him as anything else but a friend. He could never be a love interest.

She felt silly at how her life had spiraled down. She had been in a quiet relationship with Vegeta Ouji for the past two years. It started out as an innocent out of town dinner date, then they swapped numbers, and nightly meetings in the parks. Vegeta always said what was on his mind. He was rude, cocky, handsome, and her first lover.

She didn’t know what drew her to him first; Bulma figured it was the fact that he was so off limits to her. His father and her father hated one another, and if they were ever figured out they would both cause a war between both of the company’s. That was the thrill of it for them. She figured it was the same for him as well. To add Capsules daughter as a notch on his belt would really please his father, but something happened over a course of a few months. They honestly enjoyed each other’s company. It was lonely being the daughter or son of a large company. Everything was handed to you. Everyone caters to you. With one another, they could be themselves. They didn’t have to worry about anything.

Two years later, after being able to keep it a secret that long their relationship started to strain when Vegeta’s father caught wind of their relationship. It hurt to know he was pulling away from her. They were so close, and he was her first at almost everything. She couldn’t say the same for him, but she was sure she had his heart. Even though he never told her he loved her, she knew he did in his own way.

During their terrible bouts of arguments, they wouldn’t see one another for days at a time, maybe even weeks. That was when the first symptoms hit. She was tired and cramping. Her breasts started to become sore, all symptoms that her monthly was gracing her with its presence once again. But this time her period never came, and instead of more cramping, nausea hit her throughout the day. That was when she decided to take a home pregnancy test. She never felt more alone in the world than the very moment those two pink lines upon the stick stood out proudly, basically welcoming her to motherhood.

She cried for hours not sure how to tell Vegeta. He would not take the news well because his father was already breathing down his neck, warning him of the consequences of their relationship. Now a child between the two would surely break out in catastrophic events that would only cause more pain then joy.

She finally worked up enough courage to tell him. That was the first time she had seen him speechless. He looked her form over as if waiting for her to keel over at any second. What was his reaction? She couldn’t tell from the outward appearance. She wasn’t sure if he would yell or be pleased. The only thing he did was embrace her, stroking her hair and whispering softly to her.

“It will be alright, woman. I promise…”

Those were the words that rang in her ears over and over again…

Over and over again those words repeated as the gas mask was applied to her face, when they put her under during her procedure…

Her biggest mistake was going to her mother.

That was when she was corned into the worst decision of her life. She would be forced to rid of the child…

The innocent life within her, which was created out of love, love that she shared with the only man she had truly cared about in this world. Sure she was young, but she knew what she felt. She had ruined two of the best things she could have accomplished in her life…all because of the selfish desires of her father and mother.
Bulma clutched her coat tightly around her body. The soft lights of the street illuminated a small patch of concrete which she had been pacing across for nearly a half hour. Her hood was pulled tightly up around her face. She didn’t want anyone to recognize her. Especially right now, at the moment she was planning on meeting with him.

“Woman…why are we meeting here?” he asked looking up at the coffee sign, which was brightly glowing.

It was their favorite coffee place. The place they first met.

Bulma shifted her gaze, looking over her shoulder to see the flame hair style. He had a black jacket on, buttoned completely up and his hands were placed in his pocket. He was so handsome. Bulma couldn’t help but smile.

“I needed to talk to you…but I need you to understand before I tell you…that I did it to protect us…and that I love you…” she whispered feeling a tear escape her glistening eyes.

Vegeta started to walk slowly in her direction. His hands slipped out of his pocket and his head tilted to the side. Those dark eyes of his narrowed some, “What did you do?” he finally asked in a low tone.

“I-I…please…just know I did it to …protect us…” she began to sob, covering her face with her hands. A few strands of her long blue hair escaped from the hood of her jacket.

“You didn’t…you didn’t kill…our…?” Vegeta’s eyes widened some and he slowly took a step back, shaking his head.

“I’m so sorry…” she whispered choking back a sob, letting her hands slip from her face, “I wasn’t supposed to meet you, but I had to tell you…” she licked her dry lips.

“You didn’t even ask me…does my thought matter at all? It wasn’t just yours, damn it.” He ran his hands through his unruly mane.

“I know…but…” Bulma tried to take a step toward him, hoping he would allow her to embrace him. She stopped seeing his arm extend and his palm wave her away.

“Stay away from me…I don’t ever want to see you again. Do you hear me? You disgust me. You let daddy influence you that much? Well, you’re not the woman I thought you to be.” He sneered, “Fuck you…you and your stupid corporation. You know what Woman? I am glad you decided to rid of it, because it would have been hell to live with you for the rest of my life…” he spoke in a hurtful tone.

“Vegeta…” she sobbed hearing those words, which cut into her like a dull knife.

“No, don’t speak to me…don’t ever try to contact me again…good-bye Bulma,” he whispered walking in the opposite direction as her, leaving her broken and sobbing.

She lifted her gaze, feeling the small droplets of water fall upon her face. The dark clouds rolled in and the soft sound of thunder could be heard through the city. She was broken, and she had broken him. For that she could never forgive herself…
She wished the best for him…

Even though he had ill thoughts of her now, she truly hoped that he would never forget what their relationship was and could have been. She knew no matter how many years passed, she would never forget, and she would always remember, even if he forgot her….

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I hope you all liked the first “chapter” aka Prologue. PreciousJade, I really hope you enjoyed the first part of this story, which is dedicated to you. I have the “first chapter” written up; just going to mess with it a bit before I actually post it.

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