Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Clueless-DBZ style ❯ What's with you? ( Chapter 8 )

Clueless, DBZ style

I do not own DBZ or the rights to the movie Clueless owned by paramount pictures.

*So now that I figured out that I'm totally in love with Vegeta I don't know how to act around him. I mean, ordinarily I would strut around in my cutest little outfits and flirt. But I couldn't do that with Vegeta. I don't even know if he likes me likes me you know? Damn Saiyans! Why are they so damn confusing anyways? *

"What's with you?" Vegeta asked as he sat down next to Bulma on the couch and stared at her.
"What do you mean?" She asked back nervously fidgeting with her fingers.
"You're so quiet, usually you are running around here talking your head off to anyone that will listen to how your day at the mall went. And what's up with the news? Thought you hated watching something educational?"
"I care about the news."
"Since when? What famous celebrity died?"
"Since now. And for your information no one has died." Bulma directed her attention back to the TV showing some warring counties in Europe.
"You look confused? Well more then you usually are."
"Well, uh I thought they declared peace in the Middle East." Vegeta cocked an eyebrow at her and chuckled.

*I don't know what to do anymore. I've never felt like this before and you know that ChiChi was busy with her own man and well 18 is being totally rude right now so that left me with no choice but to go and talk to Daddy. I wonder if he'll notice me if I just pace back and forth in front of his office? *

"Bulma get in here."
"What's up Daddy?"
"What are you doing dancing in front of my office in your pajama's?"
"Nothing, I just wanted to see if you needed any help with anything."
"Yeah, you could help me with something. Come over here. Every time that you see a telephone conversation that took place on December third, highlight it. Just December third." He Dad handed her a stack of papers and a yellow highlighter.
"Ok Daddy." She started to work on the little project he gave her; still working up the courage to ask him the question that was bugging her.
"Fun huh?"
"Yeah, Daddy did you ever have a problem that you couldn't argue your way out of before?"
"Tell me the problem and we'll figure out how to argue it."
"Well you see I really like this boy."
"Yes and?"
"And he likes someone else."
"How could that be?"
"I don't know Daddy, but I feel wretched."
"Well obviously this boy is a complete moron. You are the most beautiful girl in Satan City. And to tell you the truth I'm not sure I want you with a stupid guy like that."
"Well actually he is a smart guy and you know he's one of those do your best types. And now I fell like all my after school commitments are just not good enough for him. I try and do my best with everything Daddy, I just don't know anymore."
"Bulma, how can you say that? Who takes care of everyone in this household? Who makes sure that Daddy eats right? To tell you the truth, I haven't seen such good doing since your mother."
"Really Daddy?"
"Really sweetheart. Now get back to work." He gave her a kiss on her forehead and she smiled.

*Later, while we were learning about the Akani Beach disaster, I decided I needed a complete make over, except this time I'd make over my soul. But what makes someone a better person? And then I realized, all my friends were really good in different ways. Like Yamcha he always wants things to be beautiful and interesting. Or Chi Chi and Goku, when they think no one is watching they are so sweet and considerate of each other. And Poor Miss Satan, always trying to get us involved no matter how much we resist. And then there is Vegeta, He can be nice one minute and crabby the next, but I think he's fighting it. I'll get him one day. I hope. Sigh*

"Oh, it's just that doesn't even show...you know every single possession every memory, everything you had your whole life gone in a second. Can you imagine what that must feel like? Trunks you have a question?" Videl asked her class as she turned off the video of the Akani Beach disaster playing.
"Can I use the pass?" Videl rolled her eyes and continued.
"We'll be collecting blankets, disposable diapers, canned goods..."
"Miss Satan?"
"Yes Bulma?"
"I want to help." Bulma smiled widely.
"That would be wonderful."

*Wow, I'm starting to feel better already. Miss Satan asked me to be Captain of the Akani Beach disaster relief team. *

"Daddy?"
"What Bulma?"
"You didn't like that Namek food did you?" Her father gave a confused look to Vegeta that was sitting next to him.
"What's she talking about?" Vegeta just shrugged his shoulders and went back to the paperwork sitting in front of him. Bulma packed up a ton of boxes and started hauling them to the front door.
"Bulma what are you doing?"
"I'm captain of the Akani Beach disaster relief."
"I don't think they need your tennis racket or snowboard."
"Daddy some people lost all their belongings, don't you think that includes athletic equipment?"
"This your influence Vegeta?" Vegeta shook his head and grinned, he knew that he had something to do with it. Just didn't know she would take it that seriously.

*This is something I'm taking serious, if I can prove to everyone that I care more then just shopping and hanging out at the mall I'd be so proud of myself. I just hope Vegeta thinks I'm doing good. *

"No, you know what? Can you please take this over to bedding? Thank you so much." Bulma smiled to the students that brought items in to help the disaster relief.
"Oh, Miss Satan!" Bulma chirped out as she pasted the table.
"Yes Bulma?"
"I need more boxes here, they're all filled up."
"Already? Wow great work Bulma."
"I divided them into entrees and appetizers. Pretty smart of me huh?"
"Oh, yeah I'll have them picked up and sent to the truck then." Bulma smiled and watched Videl walk away. She quickly labeled a box and notice Goten matching over to the table with a huge box of stuff in his arms.
"Hey Bulma."
"Wow, this is really decent of you Goten." She started going through the box and noticed one of Goten's many bongs that he loved to smoke chronic in.
"Sure, I wasn't sure about that. I don't need it anymore but far be it from me to deny anyone else you know? Oh, I wanted to tell you something. I'm sorry about your shoes."
"What shoes?"
"The red ones with the strappy things and glittery stones."
"Oh? Those are so last season. What even made you think of them?"
"Well it's one of my steps, you see? I joined this club thingy and there are these steps…"
"The Saiyan twelve steps?"
"Yeah twelve! How'd you know?"
"Wild guess Goten." Bulma giggled.
"Whoa, good guess. By the way here, read this." Goten thrusted a flyer into Bulma's hands.
"A.S.S.L.?" Bulma snickers as she read the letters again.
"Amateur Saiyan Skateboarding League. This clarity thing has brought me to like a whole new level with my skating. You gotta see it. Would you come Saturday? Please?"
"Ummm sure I don't have anything planned." She smiled to him and held up the bong once again wondering where she should put it.
"Umm, I guess kitchenware?"
"That's where I use to keep it." Goten laughed and walked off.

*It was great to see Goten finally getting clean once in his life. He may even turn into decent boyfriend material. *

Saturday was a beautiful day of sun and fun. Bulma fulfilled her promise to Goten and made it to the park to watch him skate. She smiled while she thought about Vegeta. She couldn't get him out of her mind no matter what she did.
"Hi?" 18 said quietly as she came up on Bulma at the park knocking her out of her daydream of one hunky Saiyan Prince.
"Hi 18."
"Bulma can I talk to you for a minute?"
"Yeah sure."
"Look, I have been in agony the past week and I can't even believe that I went off on you the way I did. I was a total bitch."
"No, I have been going down a shame spiral. I can't even believe I was so unsupportive of your feelings for Vegeta." That thought made Bulma cringe on the inside.
"No you are entitled to your own opinions right? I'm the android here. Bulma you've been nothing but super nice to me. And I'm sorry I said all those harsh things to you."
"Not even. If it wasn't for me you wouldn't have even liked that loser Trunks. I'm so sorry 18. I should learn to stay out of people's love lives. Lets never fight again ok?" 18 shook her head and gave Bulma a hug as they continued towards the skating ramps.
"Next up, number seven, Goten Son." The man on the microphone said. Bulma plopped down in the grass bringing 18 down with her as they waved to Goten at the top of the ramp. Goten started his routine.
"I had no idea he was so motivated." Bulma said as she watched him perform flawlessly in mid air twists.
"Oh I did." 18 grinned with love in her eyes.

*When I saw the sparks between 18 and Goten, I knew Vegeta was out of the picture for good. I was free to hunt him down now. If only I could work up the courage to do it. Maybe tonight. Ooooh I don't know.*