Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Clueless-DBZ style ❯ I wouldn't know, I failed. ( Chapter 7 )
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By: PowerGoddess 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Comedy | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 07.19.2002 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 272 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Comedy | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 07.19.2002 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 272 | Status: Completed
Clueless, DBZ style
I do not own DBZ or the rights to the movie Clueless owned by paramount pictures.
*...*Bulma's thoughts.
*Ok, on tope of everything else that's been going on, I was going to take the driving test. So I had to find my most responsible looking ensemble. Of course looking way cool though. I have to pass this test or I will never hear the end of Vegeta's annoying insults.*
"Piccolo! Hey green guy Piccolo! Where's my white shirt I got from Rhinestones? Piccolo please I need that shirt."
"How would I know? Probably at the cleaners."
"But today's the driving test. It's my most capable looking outfit I own."
"Then call the cleaners then. I got things to do."
"Shit, it's too late now. Oh and we got another notice from the fire department saying to clear out the tree Vegeta knocked down. You said you were going to get Nails to do it."
"He's your gardener. I don't know why you don't do it yourself."
"But Piccolo you know I don't speak Yardot."
"I am not from Yardot you dumb blue hair freak!" Piccolo threw his cape over his shoulder and stomped off out of the kitchen.
"Great what was that all about?" Bulma sighed trying to figure out what the hell just happened.
"Piccolo is from Namek."
"And your point Vegeta?"
"It's an entirely different planet."
"Oh? What does that matter?"
"Damn woman, you get upset if someone thinks you live outside of Satan City."
God! So everything is my entire fault? I'm always wrong right?"
"You're such a brat!" Vegeta yelled at her as she quickly ran back up the stairs to finish getting ready for driving test.
*I had an overwhelming sense of ickyness. Even though I apologized to Piccolo and only got a grunt in return, something was still plaguing me. Like Vegeta thinking I was mean was making me postal.*
"Move into the right lane please." The test instructor asked her while checking things off on his clipboard as he watched Bulma drive.
*I mean, why should I care what Vegeta thinks anyways? Why was I letting it throw me into suck turmoil? He's just a brat prince!*
"Watch out for the bike rider!" The instructor yelled as she moved into the right lane and into the bike path.
"Oops! My bad." Bulma squeaked out and smiled.
"What are you doing? You can't take up both lanes. Get in the right lane." Bulma nodded and moved the jeep into the right lane and sideswiped three parked cars in the process.
"Not so close!"
"Ooh! Should I go back and write them a note?"
"Just pull over up here and turn off the engine. Yeah right here now stop."
"Are you gonna take somewhere to make left hand turns?"
"We're going back to the D.M.V"
"The test is over all ready?"
"It's over."
"Well? How'd I do?"
"How'd you do? Well, lets see shall we? You can't park, you can't switch lanes, you can't make right hand turns, you damaged private property, and you almost killed someone. Off hand I'd day you failed."
"Failed? Can't we just start over? I mean i kind of having a personal problem. My mind is somewhere else; I mean you saw how that biker came out of nowhere right? I swear to Kami I'll concentrate, I drive really good usually. Isn't there somebody else i can talk to, a supervisor or something? I mean you can't be the absolute and final word in driver's licensees?" Bulma tried her best to talk her way out of it.
"Girlie, as far as you're concerned, I am the Messiah of the D.M.V. now get out the car."
*I can't believe it, I failed. I failed so badly. I failed something I couldn't talk my way out of? Shit what will my Daddy say? Oh man Vegeta is never going to let me live this down now.*
"Hey! You're home." 18 exclaimed as Bulma sulked her way into the house.
"Hey, how does it feel to have a license?" Vegeta smirked.
"I wouldn't know, I failed." Bulma whispered as she put her head down.
"Oh, bummer Bulma."
"And Vegeta spare me the lectures on how driving is such a big responsibility, and you can't BS your way through it ok?"
"I didn't say anything woman."
"I know what you're thinkin, so stop. I don't want to hear it."
"I got to tell you something, I'm really sorry about your test and all, but I am so glad you're here. There something I gotta do and I really need you here when I really do it. Does this thing work?" 18 asked pointing towards the gas fireplace. Bulma hit the switch and the flames leapt up inside.
"What is this stuff 18?"
"This is a bunch of stuff that reminded me of Trunks, but I want to burn it all, because I am so over his lame ass."
"What stuff is that?"
"Alright, do you remember when we were at the Val party and the beer can knocked me out and Trunks ran and got a towel of ice to cure me?"
"Well yeah I was there duh."
"Well, I didn't tell you at the time, but I took the towel home as a souvenir."
"You're kidding?"
"Nope." 18 threw the towel into the fire to start burning.
"And then, do you remember that song that was playing while we danced? Remember that? Rollin' with the Saiyans?"
"Oh yeah."
"Anyways, so I got the CD right? I listened to it like every single night." 18 went to chuck the CD into the fire but Bulma caught her.
"Don't burn that. 18 I'm really happy for you but what brought on this surge of empowerment?"
"It's like, I met this guy who's so totally amazing that he makes Trunks look like a major loser."
"Wow that's great."
"Look Bulma, you have got to help me get Vegeta."
"Get Vegeta what?"
"You know what I mean. I like him."
"18 do you think that he likes you?"
"Yeah I think so."
"How do you know? It's hard to tell what he's thinking half the time."
"Like little things you know? Like he always finds some sort of way to touch me or tickle me. And you remember the time at the frat party when i was totally depressed and he asked me to dance with him he was really flirty. You ok?" Bulma looked like she was going to be sick at any moment.
"Yeah, oh actually I was really bad today I had two cappuccinos I feel like ralphing."
"You sure you're ok? Where was i? Oh, like the other day I was talking to Vegeta and we were discussing the differences between high school girls and college girls. The college girls wear less make up on their faces and that's why guys like them more."
"Like Vegeta knows anything about girls. 18, do you really think you could go out with Vegeta? I mean he's like a smart martial arts nerd."
"What am I some sort of mentally challenged airhead now?"
"No, not even I didn't say that."
"But I'm not good enough for Vegeta or something?"
"18, I just don't think you mesh well together."
"You don't think that we mesh well? It is like why am I even listening to you to begin with? You're a virgin who can't drive." 18 sneered at her. Bulma sniffled a bit on the verge of tears.
"That was way harsh, 18"
"Look, I'm really sorry. Let's just talk when we've mellowed all right? I'm outies."
*What did I do? I've created some sort of monster. I could feel the bile start to rise up in my throat. I had to get out.*
Bulma left the house walking towards town. Wandering aimlessly anywhere she could go.
*Everything I think and everything I do is wrong. I was wrong about Trunks, I was wrong about Yamcha, and now Vegeta hated me. Well that's nothing new but it all boiled down to one inevitable conclusion, I was just totally clueless. Oh and this Vegeta and 18 thing was bugging the hell out of me more then anything. I mean what was my problem? 18 is my friend. What does she want with Vegeta anyways? He dresses funny, he listens to shitty music, and he's not even cute...in a conventional way. I mean, he's just like this slug that hangs around the house all the time, eating everything that's in the kitchen. And he's a hideous dancer, I couldn't take him anywhere with out blowing shit up. Wait just a second. What am I stressing about? This is like Vegeta! Ok, ok, so he's kind of a nice guy when he wants to be, but what would he want with 18? She couldn't make him happy. Vegeta needs someone with imagination, someone to take care of him, someone to laugh at his jokes, in case he ever makes any. Oh my god, I love Vegeta. I am majorly, totally, butt ass crazy in love with Vegeta. How did that happen?*
I do not own DBZ or the rights to the movie Clueless owned by paramount pictures.
*...*Bulma's thoughts.
*Ok, on tope of everything else that's been going on, I was going to take the driving test. So I had to find my most responsible looking ensemble. Of course looking way cool though. I have to pass this test or I will never hear the end of Vegeta's annoying insults.*
"Piccolo! Hey green guy Piccolo! Where's my white shirt I got from Rhinestones? Piccolo please I need that shirt."
"How would I know? Probably at the cleaners."
"But today's the driving test. It's my most capable looking outfit I own."
"Then call the cleaners then. I got things to do."
"Shit, it's too late now. Oh and we got another notice from the fire department saying to clear out the tree Vegeta knocked down. You said you were going to get Nails to do it."
"He's your gardener. I don't know why you don't do it yourself."
"But Piccolo you know I don't speak Yardot."
"I am not from Yardot you dumb blue hair freak!" Piccolo threw his cape over his shoulder and stomped off out of the kitchen.
"Great what was that all about?" Bulma sighed trying to figure out what the hell just happened.
"Piccolo is from Namek."
"And your point Vegeta?"
"It's an entirely different planet."
"Oh? What does that matter?"
"Damn woman, you get upset if someone thinks you live outside of Satan City."
God! So everything is my entire fault? I'm always wrong right?"
"You're such a brat!" Vegeta yelled at her as she quickly ran back up the stairs to finish getting ready for driving test.
*I had an overwhelming sense of ickyness. Even though I apologized to Piccolo and only got a grunt in return, something was still plaguing me. Like Vegeta thinking I was mean was making me postal.*
"Move into the right lane please." The test instructor asked her while checking things off on his clipboard as he watched Bulma drive.
*I mean, why should I care what Vegeta thinks anyways? Why was I letting it throw me into suck turmoil? He's just a brat prince!*
"Watch out for the bike rider!" The instructor yelled as she moved into the right lane and into the bike path.
"Oops! My bad." Bulma squeaked out and smiled.
"What are you doing? You can't take up both lanes. Get in the right lane." Bulma nodded and moved the jeep into the right lane and sideswiped three parked cars in the process.
"Not so close!"
"Ooh! Should I go back and write them a note?"
"Just pull over up here and turn off the engine. Yeah right here now stop."
"Are you gonna take somewhere to make left hand turns?"
"We're going back to the D.M.V"
"The test is over all ready?"
"It's over."
"Well? How'd I do?"
"How'd you do? Well, lets see shall we? You can't park, you can't switch lanes, you can't make right hand turns, you damaged private property, and you almost killed someone. Off hand I'd day you failed."
"Failed? Can't we just start over? I mean i kind of having a personal problem. My mind is somewhere else; I mean you saw how that biker came out of nowhere right? I swear to Kami I'll concentrate, I drive really good usually. Isn't there somebody else i can talk to, a supervisor or something? I mean you can't be the absolute and final word in driver's licensees?" Bulma tried her best to talk her way out of it.
"Girlie, as far as you're concerned, I am the Messiah of the D.M.V. now get out the car."
*I can't believe it, I failed. I failed so badly. I failed something I couldn't talk my way out of? Shit what will my Daddy say? Oh man Vegeta is never going to let me live this down now.*
"Hey! You're home." 18 exclaimed as Bulma sulked her way into the house.
"Hey, how does it feel to have a license?" Vegeta smirked.
"I wouldn't know, I failed." Bulma whispered as she put her head down.
"Oh, bummer Bulma."
"And Vegeta spare me the lectures on how driving is such a big responsibility, and you can't BS your way through it ok?"
"I didn't say anything woman."
"I know what you're thinkin, so stop. I don't want to hear it."
"I got to tell you something, I'm really sorry about your test and all, but I am so glad you're here. There something I gotta do and I really need you here when I really do it. Does this thing work?" 18 asked pointing towards the gas fireplace. Bulma hit the switch and the flames leapt up inside.
"What is this stuff 18?"
"This is a bunch of stuff that reminded me of Trunks, but I want to burn it all, because I am so over his lame ass."
"What stuff is that?"
"Alright, do you remember when we were at the Val party and the beer can knocked me out and Trunks ran and got a towel of ice to cure me?"
"Well yeah I was there duh."
"Well, I didn't tell you at the time, but I took the towel home as a souvenir."
"You're kidding?"
"Nope." 18 threw the towel into the fire to start burning.
"And then, do you remember that song that was playing while we danced? Remember that? Rollin' with the Saiyans?"
"Oh yeah."
"Anyways, so I got the CD right? I listened to it like every single night." 18 went to chuck the CD into the fire but Bulma caught her.
"Don't burn that. 18 I'm really happy for you but what brought on this surge of empowerment?"
"It's like, I met this guy who's so totally amazing that he makes Trunks look like a major loser."
"Wow that's great."
"Look Bulma, you have got to help me get Vegeta."
"Get Vegeta what?"
"You know what I mean. I like him."
"18 do you think that he likes you?"
"Yeah I think so."
"How do you know? It's hard to tell what he's thinking half the time."
"Like little things you know? Like he always finds some sort of way to touch me or tickle me. And you remember the time at the frat party when i was totally depressed and he asked me to dance with him he was really flirty. You ok?" Bulma looked like she was going to be sick at any moment.
"Yeah, oh actually I was really bad today I had two cappuccinos I feel like ralphing."
"You sure you're ok? Where was i? Oh, like the other day I was talking to Vegeta and we were discussing the differences between high school girls and college girls. The college girls wear less make up on their faces and that's why guys like them more."
"Like Vegeta knows anything about girls. 18, do you really think you could go out with Vegeta? I mean he's like a smart martial arts nerd."
"What am I some sort of mentally challenged airhead now?"
"No, not even I didn't say that."
"But I'm not good enough for Vegeta or something?"
"18, I just don't think you mesh well together."
"You don't think that we mesh well? It is like why am I even listening to you to begin with? You're a virgin who can't drive." 18 sneered at her. Bulma sniffled a bit on the verge of tears.
"That was way harsh, 18"
"Look, I'm really sorry. Let's just talk when we've mellowed all right? I'm outies."
*What did I do? I've created some sort of monster. I could feel the bile start to rise up in my throat. I had to get out.*
Bulma left the house walking towards town. Wandering aimlessly anywhere she could go.
*Everything I think and everything I do is wrong. I was wrong about Trunks, I was wrong about Yamcha, and now Vegeta hated me. Well that's nothing new but it all boiled down to one inevitable conclusion, I was just totally clueless. Oh and this Vegeta and 18 thing was bugging the hell out of me more then anything. I mean what was my problem? 18 is my friend. What does she want with Vegeta anyways? He dresses funny, he listens to shitty music, and he's not even cute...in a conventional way. I mean, he's just like this slug that hangs around the house all the time, eating everything that's in the kitchen. And he's a hideous dancer, I couldn't take him anywhere with out blowing shit up. Wait just a second. What am I stressing about? This is like Vegeta! Ok, ok, so he's kind of a nice guy when he wants to be, but what would he want with 18? She couldn't make him happy. Vegeta needs someone with imagination, someone to take care of him, someone to laugh at his jokes, in case he ever makes any. Oh my god, I love Vegeta. I am majorly, totally, butt ass crazy in love with Vegeta. How did that happen?*