Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Contraband ❯ Arrivals ( Chapter 3 )

Vegeta pulled up just as the warning bell rang. After sucking in the final drag of his cigarette and flicking it out his open window, he rolled it up and killed the engine. He grabbed his bag out of the backseat and locked the doors on the way inside the building. He had three minutes to get from his locker and to his Psychology class, not that he cared.

After getting into the building, he popped a piece of gum in his mouth to cover the scent of tobacco. He got to his locker and opened it, revealing pictures of his friends and half-naked women. Throwing his bag in, along with his letterman, he grabbed his Psych book just as the late bell rang. He shrugged his large shoulders and the locker next to his opened with a creak. A short woman appeared before him, one that was a main part of his band. Vegeta smirked at his chance to badger the guitar player, and shut his locker with a bang, startling the girl next to him.

"Late for school again, woman?" Bulma's eyebrow lifted to show a mixture of annoyance and amusement. She decided to display the latter and sighed deeply.

"Damn, Veg. How much more of a hypocrite could you possibly be?"

"I'm allowed to be late, if I weren't, my reputation would be shot." They both chuckled at his words. Bulma looked over to the son of Christian Andrews and smiled, noticing something different about Vegeta.

"Hey! When did you get that done?" Now Vegeta was the one to raise his now pierced eyebrow, that had a barbell with green balls on each end.

"Not that it's any of your damn business," he smirked, "but I got it done last night."

"Who the hell did you get to pierce you? You have to be twenty-one to get a piercing without concent, and I know damn well that your pops didn't sign for you! I bet he didn't even notice it this morning did he?" Vegeta growled at her words, nowing it was probably true. His dad used to be strict on what he did, but ever since Vegeta changed, his dad hardly talked to him anymore.

"I went to Carl and he hooked me up, now would you shut up so I'm not later than I already am. I already have a fucking detention because of your loud ass mouth. And wether or not my father noticed doesn't matter."

"That was your fault, Veggie-cakes. You're the asshole who dumped your lunch tray all over me. I was pissed, what did you want me to do? Smile pretty and say thanks?" Vegeta narrowed his eyes, sending a warning to the girl.

"If you don't shut up, woman, I'm going to shut you up." Bulma laughed at the threat, as if it were a daily occurance. To put it simply, it was. She pushed him against the locker and punched him lightly on the arm, knowing it wouldn't hurt him.

"You better watch it, mister. I'll beat you up!" She started giggling even more as he pushed her back into the locker.

"You're such a blonde."

"Am not! See," she tugged on a few strands of her hair to prove her point, "my hair is blue you ass." Vegeta rolled his eyes at the girl, knowing that even though she was the smartest girl in the grade book-wise, she was quite dense when it came to other things.

"Shut up and let's go to class."

"Okay!" She grabbed her best friend's arm and practically drug him down the hallway, while she sang outloud to the music in her head, earning herself a look from her male counterpart.

"I really tried to make it up. I wish I understood. What happened to our love, it used to be so good... So when you're near me darlin' can't you hear me, S.O.S. The love you gave me, nothing less can save me, S.O.S. When you're gone I can not even try to go on. When you're gone, though I try I can not carry on.

"What? You've heard me sing Mad Caddies before Geta, so don't even give me that look. Plus, I'm gonna sing that song at the gig this weekend."

"Ahh, the gig this weekend. Where is that at, by the by?" She looked at him with wide eyes, not believing that he didn't know where the show was for his own band. Bulma inwardly laughed. What a piece of work.

"You have got to be kidding me." Vegeta shook his head no, and gave an impish smirk. Bulma sighed, wondering how he even started this band. "It's at the Riv at 7:30. And if you are late for our first real gig, I'm going to kill you with my bare hands. Understood?"

"Yes, mother." They stopped infront of the door and Vegeta opened it, and walked in, followed closely by Bulma.

"Mr. Andrews, Ms. Briefs. You are both late again." Bulma muttered her apologies and Vegeta just sat down. "You are both getting two demerits for your tardyness, and let's be sure this doesn't happen again."

This was going to be a long year.