Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ All About Us ❯ Chapter 8

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Chapter 8

*Tuesday, 2nd Period*

Chichi sat in the back of the classroom observing the class. English happened to be her best subject, and therefore she liked to listen. Her efforts had been disturbed though. There was Goku and Krillin to her right chatting away about some strange football strategy which she didn't understand. From time to time she could hear Goku gasp at some idea Krillin seemed to brew up in his brain--or he was fondling under the desk, which didn't support her wish to focus in the least.

What was distracting her from class the most though, was Bulma and Vegeta. If you didn't know them, you would have said that there was nothing out of the ordinary. Chichi however, thought that THE time had finally come. She repeatedly caught Bulma glancing at Vegeta and vice versa. More than usually. Apparently they felt unobserved. How wrong they really were. Chichi noticed also that Bulma would blush from time to time. Chichi cocked an eyebrow. It wasn't like Bulma to randomly blush. Bulma NEVER blushed. And WHY were Vegeta's hands under the desk? (AN: OK, those are the kind of desks where you can't see what's going on underneath.)

Chichi smiled. She had been waiting for this since...since she had first seen them together. Of course, she didn't have any proof yet. As far as she was concerned though, she had seen enough. So those two tried to hide it. Well, Chichi wasn't one to turn on her friends. If they wanted to keep it low for the beginning, she could understand that. It probably was because of their way too big pride. Both of them added together...don't even mention it. Chichi would defiantly keep observing those two. Maybe they would do anything big to give themselves away. Until then all that Chichi do was be happy for her best friend. Bulma had been looking for a good boyfriend for quite some time now. But all the guys she had turned up with so far had all been below what she deserved. With Vegeta things would be different. Chichi was sure of that.

She looked at her boyfriend. They had been dating for so long now. It was almost scary. She knew that Goku was all she ever needed. They were deeply in love; there was no doubting that. Chichi sighed. She hoped that Bulma would have exactly that with Vegeta. True, she had never been too find of him, but there were reasons for it, and they didn't concern her best friend in the least. Bulma would be happy with Vegeta. And if Chichi had to kick Vegeta's ass to make sure of that she would. Chichi turned back to the teacher. She had been spacing out for at least ten minutes now. Good, that the teacher didn't notice these things.

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*Meanwhile at Bulma's and Vegeta's table*

"Damn it, woman, do something about this! I can't keep sitting like this forever...please?" Vegeta was slightly irritated. This situation was the best to be caught in at class time...no you should never be caught that way.

"Vegeta, it's going to take as long as it takes. Don't rush me! My arm is getting tired, I can't keep rubbing forever!" As soon as those words left her mouth Bulma knew she was going to regret them.

"Well, if you'd rather I rub you for a change, we can surely arrange that." Bulma blushed a deep shade of red at that. And Vegeta smirked.

"Vegeta, it might take a while before you can rub anything again. And let me tell you, it sure as hell won't be me. O, wow Vegeta, this is soo hard. The friction is starting to hurt. Is it hurting you?" She looked at him concerned. Vegeta was getting uncomfortable and grouchy.

"Yes. Bulma, do something! Maybe something liquid would help it. I know, use your mouth! " He looked at her expectingly until her saw her turn ever redder.

"Vegeta that sounded so wrong. You have no idea. If anyone heard that...I'm surprised they didn't figure us out yet. OK, try to lift that hand." Bulma pulled away and watched. When she saw Vegeta giving her a pained and embarrassed look she sighed.

"How did you glue your hands together in the first place?" She was now looking through her pencil case that would release his hands.

"I don't know. I guess I was a little bit to distracted to notice the glue on the desk. Damn it, do something already! This is embarrassing, I don't want to walk out of class like that!" Vegeta growled under his breath. This situation was more than embarrassing. He glanced at Bulma. She was frantically looking for something to un-glue his hands, but it seemed hopeless. He could see the despair in her eyes. Now he felt bad for snapping at her. She only tried to help him, help with all her might.

"Bulma, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have snapped at you." He could tell she was upset. But what else could he say? It was just him...he always snapped at people. It had never hurt though. Bulma ran her hand through her hair in a desperate motion. She then turned to Vegeta.

"It's alright, Vegeta. Just shows what a great girlfriend I am. The smartest girl of this planet can't unglue her boyfriend's hands. It's pathetic. I'm pathetic--" Before Bulma could go on berating herself, Vegeta stopped her.

"Stop it! How where you supposed to know that I would be stupid enough to get my hands glued together? This is not the Bulma I know. When did you become this insecure? You're the least pathetic person I know. You're great in everything you do, but I don't think I need to tell you this. Listen, I think I know something that could get me out of this predicament. You would have to go to my locker though." He looked in her eyes again, and what he saw almost shocked him. It was the purest kind of admiration he had ever seen.

"Sure, just tell me what I'm looking for and I'll be right out that door." Her eyes sparked with excitement. Usually you weren't allowed to wander the hallways during class except for going to the bathroom. He guess that she would exactly pretend to do that.

"It's a small blue tube. You won't miss it. Just don't get caught." Vegeta surprised himself at the amount of affection that his voice carried. When he looked up, Bulma was already in her way out to the classroom to get the vile.

Vegeta sat in silence wondering when it was that he deserved such a wonderful person to be part of his life. She had never wronged him; not even unintentionally. No one else had ever done that before. The first two years of their friendship he had just waited for the day she would let him down. To his amazement, that day never came. It was then he made a vow; a vow to never hurt her, disappoint her. He made a vow to never let her go. And he hoped he would be able to live up to it.

Bulma returned a few minutes later. She smiled at him, then showed him the tube; he let out a sigh of relief. Then he smirked.

"You really are a genius, aren't you? In sneaking out of class without being detected." Bulma opened the vile and smelled on it. It reeked.

"This is disgusting! What is in there?" Bulma looked very disgusted. If she knew what part of the concoction reeked she would have dropped it. But right now Vegeta didn't need that.

"You don't want to know. Just pour a few drops on my hands." He shifted in his seat so that Bulma had better access to his hands. And, to Bulma's amazement it took only seconds for Vegeta to move his hands away from each other after she had only let two drops fall on his hands.

"This is great Vegeta! Only seconds! And you can use your hands again, but I'm telling, you're washing those before you touch me."

He smirked. "Now, why would I wanna do that in the first place?"

Bulma playfully slapped his arm. Unfortunately their teacher saw this.

"Briefs! Ouji! If I have to warn you of one more time in this class you will be seeing the principal! Is that clear?" The teacher shouted. Bulma and Vegeta were already just to this and just answered with an quick 'yea'.

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*Later that day, before the football game*

The guys were in the locker room getting ready. It was a relative quiet atmosphere since this was going to be a tough game. It was a well-known fact that this situation could easily be handles by our three stars, but something seemed very much out of place. Goku and Vegeta were already dressed in their uniforms and were now sitting on one of the benches meditating. Krillin was still trying to put he his uniform on, while watching his two friends. It made him nervous, how those guys just sat there. They had an certain holier-than-thou air around them, and Krillin did not feel like bursting that bubble right now. The only problem was that Goku seemed mildly angered; it was a known fact that Goku could not concentrate this state of mind. Krillin carefully approached them careful not to startle them with his appearance.

"Goku..." He let his voice trail off. Hopefully his friend would return out of his dreamy state.

And as if on cue Goku opened one eye to glare at his friend.

"What is it Krillin? I was just way of relaxing." Now back in reality he motioned for Krillin to sit down and turned towards the small guy. Krillin took a deep breath.

"Is everything alright? You seem...a bit angry. " Krillin's voice lost it's volume with the menacing glare Goku shot at him.

"No, Krillin, everything is NOT fine." The anger in his voice dissipated and was replaced by a small whimper. "Chichi's mad again..." Was all Goku had to say. Krillin patted his back and was about to say something comforting to his friend when he heard a snarl coming from his left.

Krillin turned to see who it was, although he knew it could only be one person: Vegeta.

"This is pathetic, Kakarott. You should show that harpy where she belongs, and concentrate on the game. You KNOW you'll be forgiven once we are dine with this team." He motioned towards the bleachers where the other team was warming up.

"I'll be outside." With that he left the room. Goku had no time to reply, but he could easily see that Vegeta was right. He would be forgiven. Chichi always forgave him, no matter what.

Vegeta was now closing the door to the locker room behind himself. He just couldn't concentrate with Goku whining like a baby.

"Someone's looking frustrated." He looked up to see to whom this familiar voice belonged. When his onyx orbs met sapphire ones, he wondered how he could not recognize his girlfriend's voice.

He was sort of glad to see her, but there was also part of his that told him that she was a distraction right now. He need to at least talk to her won over though, and he motioned for her to embrace him.

"Come here. I guess you're just what I need right now...to get rid of my frustration." She had already relaxed into his embrace when he added the last part. She slapped him on his chest.

"You're a perv!" She exclaimed. He bickering was stopped though, by his lisps on hers. When he withdrew he saw her anger sparkle in her eyes. He pulled her closer, or as close as he could with his uniform on, and laughed at her.

"I wasn't actually about that kind of frustration, but since you offered it so kindly." She gave him a dirty look.

" I hate it when you do that." She pouted. He smirked.

"No you don't." That being said he pulled her into another kiss. Their tongues battled for superiority until Bulma pulled back.

"Vegeta, we're in the school building." She was dead serious about this. They had decided to keep this secret and just went making out with her in public.

"Darn, you're right. But we could always pay a visit to the janitor's closet." Replied a grinning Vegeta, while wiggling his eyebrows.

"NO. I'm not going to disgrace myself like that. Anyway, I should be heading back to the bleachers now. Chi and Eighteen are probably already wondering if I drowned in the toilet. I'll be watching you."

She pecked him on the lips and was about to turn and leave, but added quickly.

"Oh, and don't get worked up over Goku's whining."

Vegeta looked at her eyes wide mouth agape.

"How di..." Bulma out a finger on his mouth, and answered the unasked question with a chuckle.

"You're always frustrated about him." With that she left him starring after her. After a moment for being caught up in the moment Vegeta decided to go back in. The game was due to start.

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Bulma arrived back at the bleachers just to see the team run up on the field. She took her seat next to Eighteen, and stared at all the people who were watching this game. It was amazing that High School sports where such an attraction.

Her friends were now both looking at her.

"Were have you been?" Asked a concerned Chichi. Eighteen added her two cents to Chichi's question.

"Yea, where were you? We already thought of you might have gotten lost in the bathroom."

Bulma bit her bottom lip. She couldn't think of a single lie. Well, she could always modify the truth.

"I ran into Vegeta on way back here. He was really angry about something. I just had to clam him down. You know he can't think straight when he's agitated. So yea, but I'm back now.--Oh look, they're about to start!" Bulma yelled gleefully. It seemed this would be a great game--and her friends had bought her lie! On the inside Bulma did a little dance. What she didn't know was that Chichi was performing one as well. And right now, it didn't matter since the game had started and the only important thing was that their team came out first.

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OK, that's it for this chapter! I hope you guys liked it! Seems like the last chapter wasn't exactly the best, so I tried to make this one even better, as a little make up.

Things are getting hot between Bulma and Vegeta. Chichi seems to know. Is she going to spill by accident? Or does anyone else know already? So many questions, and only I know the answers!

Til next time

~SilverMoon

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