Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ All About Us ❯ Chapter 5

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Chapter 5

*Monday at school*

The building was filling up. Students were arriving by the second, and it was getting hard to find your best friend if you were looking for her. Bulma was one of those unfortunate creatures who were looking for someone. Well, she should have been able to find Chichi by her locker, but it was absolutly deserted. It was very much unlike her friend to let her down on a Monday morning. Friends have to stick together on that day of the week. No coffeein could do what your best friend did. Chichi was the only one to help her with her current problem: Art. Today was Mrs. Papuski's favourite day for a pop-quiz, and Bulma had, after eight weeks of intesiv-Chichi-art-tourtoring, stil no clue if the Thinker was by Rodin or Renoir. Somehow she had a striking feeling that this could be her demise.

Further down the hall Bulma could see an extremly blonde head moving. Letting out a sigh of relief she sped up and soon found herself standing in front of her two best friends, Eighteen and Chichi.

"Hey!" Was all Bulma managed to get out being out of breath as she was.

"Hey there. How was your weekend-I mean besides the club incident?" Chichi had a slight suspicon that something worth knowing had happened, and of course did she want to now what that something was.

Bulma rolled her eyes. "Vegeta behaved like a total dork..."

"...What else is new?" Eighteen interupted. She had never liked Vegeta in the least, and she sure as hell did not want to start now.

"Anyway, It really doesn't matter now because, Chichi, I need your help for the pop-quiz." Right then and there, Bulma sounded the most desperate Chichi had ever heard her be. But why? They had studied forever...

"Bulma, didn't we go through your tutoring for weeks? I mean, c'mon girl, it's really not that hard." Chichi was pleading. It was safe to say that Bulma wasn't an artsy person, but she should be able to memorize a couple of names.

"Oh Chichi, please I need you help. I'll tell what happened this weekend if you help out right now..."

Chichi sighed. " Alright. Let's better get staretd then. Eighteen, could you leave us for a minute, or so?"

Eighteen wasn't even focusing on them anymore. She had only eyes her her handsome boyfriend who was walking towards her right now. Without looking at her friends she replied.

"Sure. I'll be right over there..." And walked away.

After a moment of sniggering the girls had collected themselves and Chichi started quzzing Bulma.

"Ok, so tell me...Who sculpted the Thinker?" Thinking she was on the safe side Chichi asked this question, so she could tell Bulma that she was well prepared and could get to this weekend's news faster.

Bulma, however, had to think about this before answering. *Dammit, why can't I remember?" Finally...

"Renoir...?"

Chichi sweatdropped. This couldn't be true. There had to be a mistake. She must have heard her worng; it was really nosiy. But the pleading face starring at her told her no such luck. Bulma just had no idea what was going to happen to this scientific genius.

"Oh dear, we gotta work on that one..."

*An eternity later...or so it seemed to Chichi*

"...so, and that's why it could have never been Renoir. He was an Impressionist. Now it's your turn. What the heck happened this time?" Chichi was eager to hear from Bulma. Vegeta being a jerk was what she fed on. Partially at least. Just like Eighteen did she strongly dislike this dark figure, but Bulma seemed to like him-no, they were inseperable--, and if you looked close enough you could see that those two were made for each other.

"Well, you know Vegeta. When we left the club his nose was still bleeding, so I asked him if he was alright. And being Vegeta, he said yes.When we got to my place..." Bulma made a pause. Should she tell Chichi about the little 'trust and pride' exchange she had with Vegeta? No, Chi would just get the wrong impression. "...when we got to my place he accidentally let slip that he was hurt more than he let on. So I took him to the hospital in the moring. He's still bitching about it. Somthing about me ruining our weekend. Apparently he had something planned, but I don't care. His health comes first." Chichi was laughing by now.

"You guys sound like an old, married couple!"

"Hmph. Not my fault. He is just so stubborn...As I was saying...Chi, will you stop laughing...Chi, I'll stop with the story."

Chichi tried desperatly to get her composure back.

"I'm sorry, please go on." Bulma took a deep breath.

"As I was saying...When we got to the hospital Vegeta was in one of his especially bad moods. He doesn't like hospitals. Not like Goku who's afraid of needles. Vegeta just can't stand the atmosphere. Anyway, when we got there, we were looked after by this really stupid nurse. A real blonde, y'know? She was hitting on Vegeta and shit. I mean, already hitting on Vegeta is a sign of insanity, but she dared grab his ass. And you know how he is. If he can't find the right outlet for his mood soon enough, he will use me as his outlet. So that's when he started telling how all this was unneccessary, and we should just leave since he had something planned for when we were done with his paper. He feared we'd be up late again and so on. So we got into that big fight..."

*Meanwhile in the parking lot*

"Man, what kinda sunglasses are those?" Goku was shocked. He had never seen shades as huge or as ugly as the ones Vegeta was wearing. Vegeta just growled out of frustration. He knew what those glasses looked like, but he didn't care. He still had that huge bruise...

"Damn, why do you think am I wearing those? Don't you remember the punch I got on Friday night?"

"That bad, huh?"

"Yea. Bulma threw a fit over it; absolutley unneccessary, of course. She ruined everything I planned." Vegeta sighed. Goku decided to ignore the 'plannend' remark.

Vegeta had been careful to plan that Sunday, but the Gods hadn't been on his side. They had sided with Bulma and the hospital.

"Kakkarot, imagine that: she dragged me to the hospital. How pathetic am I? Of course my nose wasn't broken. It would have been worth if I'd gotten some chick's number, but everytime they saw Bulma, they just went back to work. It really sucked. And when we got back from the hospital, there was only time to write the paper, and nothing more. I'm still mad at her. When my parents saw me they threw a fit too. When I told them how Bulma took me to the hospital already they relaxed and told me 'what a nice girl she is'. Even my parents are out to get me. Can you believe it?"

*Back with Bulma and Chichi*

"...so then he told me that I was the worst friend ever because I'm a girl. Now what's that's supposed to mean? As you can guess I asked him, and he said that it was my fault that he couldn't get any girl's number. I told him that it was is own fa..."

"BULMA, BREATHE!!! In seven hells, what kind of friends are you? Of course you care, but it's Vegeta we're talking about. He wouldn't say thank you in a million years. As for the number part...geez, just look in the mirror. Every girl would think that your with him the way you behave around each other, and as I said, look in the mirror, you're beautiful. No girl stands a chance against you. And if he planned something...When ever does Vegeta plan something? NEVER. This must have been big. Of course he would be disappointed. I'd say go apologize."

Bulma was dumbfounded. Never before had Chichi suggested anything remotely like this. And she hadn't expected it now. But as her words sunk in, the more it made sense. She would have to apologize to Vegeta and that's that.

*Lunch*

Since the sun was shining everyone was sitting outside at the pick-nick tabels having fun. Goku and Vegeta sat with her friends eating his lunch, while the girls were chatting away. Krillin had his arm around Eighteen, which looked kind of suspiscious. With those two you could never know if they were dating or not. They would not talk about it, so you could really only guess. But right now she had more important matters to attend. Matters with the name Vegeta. She squared her shoulders and walked up to him. She would apologize, but with dignity. She walked right up to him. He didn't even notice her until she stood right next to him.

He tried to display some hatred when he looked at her, but when he saw how pathetic she really looked his effort was lost. He was also rendered speechless.

"Can we talk? Please?" She gave him her best puppy-dog-look. True, it had never worked on Vegeta before, but there was always time for a first. And as is on cue the look on his face softened a little-only enough for Bulma to notice. After that he took her deep breath.

"Sure."

She led him to a tree, away from the crowd. There she stood before him and did not know where to start. She could tell he was getting uncomfortable and restless. If she didn't speak now he would just leave. So she said the first thing that came to her mind.

"I'm sorry." Boy, that got his attention. He looked her straight in the eye. "Now, I see what you meant with all those things you said. I just ignored the fact that it could really be my fault that you didn't get the numbers you wanted. And I ruined something you planned for the weekend for no reason...I'm sorry."

He had been silent while she was talking, stunned by what she was saying. It was so unlike her to admitt to this-kinda like he wouldn't. Vegeta just couldn't stay mad at her. Slowly he walked over to her until he stood right in front of her. Quckliy he glanced over his shoulder to make sure that none of the guys were watching them. When he was sure that they were engrossed in their own conversation, he cupped Bulma's right cheek with his hand, caressing it, while giving her a chaste kiss on the forehead.

"I just can't stay mad at you. I had plans, but we can still do that this Saturday. Just promise me you won't ruin it this time."

Bulma looked into his eyes reliefed that he forgave her. "I promise." After a pause she added shyly. " Are you still mad because of the girls?"

Vegeta laughed at this wholeheartedly.

"Oh woman, why would I want any of those girls? I was just irritated. I'm sorry. Trust me, if i wanted any of those girls to know that you didn't belong to me, I would have told them."

Bulma let out a sigh of relief. Things were going to be normal again. They silently walked back to the others to finsih their lunch. It was going to be a tough week, but now that she had the weekend setteled she wanted to know what it was that Vegeta had planned.

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