Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Forbidden ❯ Chapter 5

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

*AN: Ok guys, gals and those who have yet to make up their mind, another chapter. So I’m hoping that if you like it you’ll encourage me to continue and update. And like most writers, I’m a desperate needy person so please for that love of (insert deity and and/or superstition) REVIEW!!!

So here we are, at the meat of the story. Its 4 years after the end of our last chapter. Hope you’re ready for this!

I don’t own DBZ. Any questions?

*Chapter 5*
Vegeta yawned and took another swig of his coffee. He grimaced and set the cup down. “Ugh, that shit gets worse and worse every day. What are they doing to it?” Vegeta’s co-worker and friend laughed. Goku took a sniff then a sip. He too grimaced.

“Maybe they’re not changing it? Just adding water to every brew, mixing in old grinds to make it appear like coffee. Vegeta chuckled and folded up his news paper. The first class of the new school year was starting in 20 minutes. He needed to swing by and grab his printouts in the office before he headed to class. “So you excited for the new year?”

Vegeta snorted. “What’s to be excited about? I teach 12th grade algebra and calculus. The idiots and the brains. All kids who don’t care because they just want to finish and get out.” Vegeta poured his cup down the sink, trying not to gag as it clumped out. “The only thing I’m looking forward to this year is that Chaozu is going to be on Varsity. One more decent runner and I’ll have a team that could possibly win regional’s this year.”

Goku laughed and gather his materials together. They both left the teachers’ lounge joking about the year to be. They parted ways at the copier room and after grabbing his materials, he made his way to his classroom. He groaned when he saw who was standing at the door. “Hi Laila. You in my first class?”

The tall brunette flashed a pearly white smile at Vegeta. She had her shoulders back so that Vegeta could not miss how amply she had been blessed. She also had a leg bent and if her skirt was a half an inch shorter, he could have seen what color her panties were. That is, if she were wearing any at all, which he seriously doubted. “Oh yes Mr. Oji!” She stepped forward, brushing her chest against his arm as he passed by, into the room. “We get to spend the whole year together!”

Vegeta repressed the urge to sigh loudly in discontent and gave her a small smile. “Are you, ah, still trying out for track this year?” Vegeta asked, hoping for a no. He was not so lucky.

“Of course, Mr. Oji. You want your best runner on the team, don’t you?” Laila purred, leaning over his desk. Vegeta turned his back and started writing on the board.

“Hey! Mr. V, hows it going sir?” A tall pale kid walked in with a huge smile on his face. He looked past Laila like she wasn’t even there. More kids started to file in to the class. Chaozu sneered at the girl. “Don’t you need to have a seat Laila? Class is about to start.”

Laila huffed and stomped over to her desk. It impressed Vegeta because he didn’t know how girls managed to stomp in heels. “How’s it going Chaozu? Ready for the new season?”

Vegeta and Chaozu chatted for a while, until the bell rang and the last student slipped inside the door. Vegeta nodded to Chaozu, who grabbed text books and started passing them around. Vegeta scanned the room before he started talking. Most of the kids looked like they were barely awake. Laila and her friend were in the front row, staring at him, one girl was digging in her backpack and another was actually asleep. ‘Awesome.’ He thought. Turning around he started writing his name on the board.

“My name is Vegeta Oji. You can call me Mr. Oji or you can call me Mr. V. None of you are cool enough or old enough to call me by my first name.”

“Vegeta!” a harsh whisper sounded behind him.
Vegeta turned around to see who called him. “Hey I told you, it’s Mr. Oj…” Vegeta stared at the person who had whispered his name. His heart stopped and he couldn’t breathe. The girl sitting in the center row, center seat. The girl whose face he hadn’t seen because she was digging in her bag. The girl who he has sworn to never see again. “Bulma…”
Bulma stared in disbelief. There was her brother, standing right in front of her. She couldn’t move. She couldn’t think. She looked him over. He had put on muscle in the last four years. And his face looked more mature. But that was all that had changed. His hair still defied gravity and his eyes were still that beautiful onyx color. Bulma felt faint as a rush of emotions and memories flooded her. She suddenly realized the whole classroom was staring at her. She took a deep breath. “Yeah, I’m Bulma,” she said clearly. She gave herself a mental fist pump for how steady her voice was. “Guess you knew it was me from the blue hair. Not a normal color.” She laughed as if this was a great joke and some people joined in.

Vegeta cleared his throat. “Ye- ahem yes. Sorry for staring. It’s not every day you see natural blue hair.”  Vegeta stared at Bulma as if there were two heads with blue hair on her body. Laila watched the whole interchange with puzzlement and anger in her eyes. She knew there was something going on and she was pissed. Everybody knew that she had her eyes on Mr. Oji, and this was her last year to get him. Nobody was going to stand in her way.

“If your hair is naturally blue, then I’m the queen of England,” Laila said scornfully. Some of the class snickered. Bulma just looked coolly at Laila till she began to feel uneasy.

“Oh wow, didn’t realize there was royalty amongst us. Next time, I will have to give you the respect that is due to person of your stature.” Laila flushed angrily and opened her mouth to give a scathing response.

“Girls! That’s enough. Can we please wait until at least October to start having cat fights?” Vegeta said sternly. He tore his eyes away from Bulma to frown at Laila. “Now, as I was saying…”

Bulma let her mind drift. She didn’t know what to do. She needed to get some alone time with Vegeta so they could talk. She never expected to see him again.

“Ahem, your book, Bulma was it?” Bulma looked up startled. Standing in front of her, holding a text book was the tall pale kid blocking her from seeing Vegeta when she entered the classroom. She took the book with a smile, laughing inside when he blushed. “I’m Chaozu by the way.”

“Thank you Chaozu,” Bulma said. Chaozu nodded and moved on. Still smiling, she looked away from Chaozu only to meet Vegeta’s eyes. The smile faded away from her face and she started to blush. She couldn’t wait for class to be over.
Bulma packed her bag slowly, trying to get some time alone with Vegeta. Only problem was, the girl from earlier was dragging her feet and talking to Vegeta. She sighed and headed for the door.

“Just one moment Bulma. I need to talk with you for a second,” Vegeta called out. Bulma's heart started pounding. She turned back around and headed towards him. “Laila, I’ll talk with you later. You need to head to class.” Laila opened her mouth to argue. “Go, Laila.”

Bulma watched her go then turned back to Vegeta. They stared at each other in silence.

“Is there any way we can-“
“I think you should change-“

Vegeta scowled and Bulma chuckled softly. She put her bag down and walked closer to Vegeta. He took a step back, bumping into his desk.  Bulma raised an eyebrow. Vegeta coughed. “You first.”

Bulma sighed and ran her hand through her bangs. “I honestly don’t know where to begin. Is there any way we can talk later? I have to get to class and well you have classes to teach I guess.”

“I should have gone first,” Vegeta said with a sigh. “Bulma, I think you should change classes. There’s another calculus class. You may have to rearrange your schedule some bu-“

“No.”

“What do you mean no?”

“It’s a negative used to expressdenial, or refusal, as in response to a question or request.”

Vegeta scowled. “That’s not what I mean and you know it.”

“Why can’t we talk?”

“Because of well you know that thing that well…” Vegeta stammered. Bulma just cocked her head looking confused. “…and I’m your brother,” Vegeta finished weakly.

Bulma fumed. “You’re not my brother.”

“Bulma…”

“No let me finish. I haven’t heard from you in 4 years. You left me. You left me alone for four years and when I find you again you basically tell me to fuck off?!” Bulma was shaking with anger. “You are not my brother. You are my step-dads son who walked out on us. I have no brother.” Bulma spun around, grabbed her bag and ran out of the room.
Bulma slammed her locker door shut. It had been a horrific day. Bulma couldn’t concentrate in any of her classes. And she will have to go through it all again tomorrow. Bulma groaned and rested her head against her locker. She had gone to the bathroom 12 times today to cry, not including lunch where she spent her entire hour, in fear of running in to Vegeta again. “The teachers probably think I have a bladder problem,” Bulma mumbled to herself. With a sigh, she turned to head home only to find herself face to face with her other problem.

“We need to talk,” Laila said, her arms crossed, and surrounded by what Bulma could only assume was the entire cheerleading team.

“Great!” Bulma said with a fake smile. “Have your people call my people and we’ll do lunch. That is assuming, of course, that your people can figure out how to call my people,” Bulma as sarcastically as possible. She turned to head the other way but Laila’s posse blocked her. With a sigh, she turned back to Laila. “What do you want, Laila, was it? I have to get home.”

“Oh, you’ll make time,” Laila said as one of her group pushed Bulma into the empty classroom behind her. Laila followed alone, while the girls stood guard outside.

“Oh my Kami Laila! I don’t even know you! What is your malfunction?” Bulma asked exasperatedly.

“What is up between you and Vegeta?”

Bulma raised an eyebrow. “You call your math teacher by his first name?”

Laila smiled smugly. “Vegeta and I have a connection and an understanding that I could never expect you to understand. Now I am going to ask you again. What is up between you and Vegeta?”

“If you have such a “connection and understanding” with Mr. Oji as you claim, then you would know what was “up” between us.”

“Look bitch-“

“Which is NOTHING,” Bulma interrupted. “I don’t even know him.” Bulma crossed her arms. “So can I go now or what? I have to get home and I'm sure this is wasting precious “Understanding” time with you and him so what do you say we call this square and we both head our own ways.”

“What’s going on in here? Laila? ... Bulma??”
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