Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Forbidden ❯ Chapter 7

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*Chapter 7*
Bulma wrote down her final answer on the math quiz she was taking and sat back with a smile. She felt confident that she would pass with flying color. Bulma leaned back in her seat and looked out the window. It was early November and it was beginning to turn cool. The year had been uncharacteristically warm and Bulma was glad for the cooler weather. Thanksgiving was in a week and a half and then it was Christmas. Bulma loved Christmas, but the fact that it may be her father’s last Christmas dampened her sprits a bit. Bulma startled when she heard the bell go off. She threw her books into her bag then dropped off her test on Vegeta’s desk. Vegeta, as usual, didn’t look at her. Bulma stopped raising her hand in class because Vegeta never called on her anyway and at track, he said only what was necessary, nothing more. Bulma sighed as she exited the class room.
“Hey Bulma!” Chaozu stepped out from behind Bulma with his normal grin on his face. Bulma couldn’t help but smile back. Because of Chaozu, Bulma actually had friends. He always seemed to be really happy and his mood was infectious.
“Hi Chaozu. What did you think?” Bulma nodded her head back at the classroom.
“I think I did fine but I’m never really sure until I get the test back. How about you?”
Bulma grinned. “Aced it.” As Bulma bent over to put the combination in her lock, Chaozu leaned back admiring the view. Bulma turned her head and Chaozu whipped his eyes to her face and flashed a big grin.
“Figured you would. You’re good at that stuff.”
Bulma mocked glared and straightened up, books in hand. “Uh huh. Well I will see you later Chaozu. I have to head to class.”
“Here, let me take those. I’ll walk you to class.” Chaozu took the books without waiting for an answer. Bulma stared at him for a beat and then shrugged. If he wanted to lug around her books to class, who was she to stop him? They chatted about track and the upcoming Regional’s while they walked to Bulma's Physiology class.
“Well this is my stop. I’ll see you later.” Bulma smiled at Chaozu, took her books and went inside.
When Bulma walked out of her class at the end, Chaozu was there waiting for her. He offered again to take her books and walk her to her next class. Bulma slowly handed them over, a little confused as to why he suddenly wanted to walk with her all the time. As the day progressed, Chaozu showed up to almost every class, walking with her to either her next class or at least her locker. Bulma felt confused but she didn’t see the harm in it. The only time she didn’t see him was lunch when she had a different hour for it. This went on for several days, until one day, after calculus, Bulma asked him why.
“No reason,” Chaozu shrugged, “I just really like talking to you. You’re smart and funny and you have this amazing personality.” Chaozu gave his trademark smile. “Who wouldn’t want to?”
Bulma laughed. “Ok you got me there. I am a pretty amazing person,” Bulma said mock-haughtily. Chaozu laughed with Bulma as they started towards her next class.
“So, what’s up with your curriculum? I mean Physiology, Advance Biology, Mechanics, Calculus, Art, Physics, Health, and Engineering. That’s some pretty heavy classes for your senior year. Didn’t you want to take it easy?” Chaozu asked.
Bulma was quiet. “Someone I love is very sick. I don’t know how much longer he will live.” Bulma looked away from Chaozu so she wouldn’t cry. “The classes really aren’t that hard for me. And I need them as pre-requisites to get into a college majoring in bio-mechanics.”
“Oh wow, Bulma, I’m sorry.” Chaozu looked sadly at Bulma.
“Don’t worry about it.” Bulma suddenly grinned. “Hey, know what I do to de-stress? I run. Every morning before class. I get here around 6 Am and jog for a while. Meet me up here at 6:30 if you want to run or 7:30 if you want to have breakfast either way, I will see you tomorrow,” Bulma said as she went to her class.
Vegeta watched Bulma run around the track. He had show up early to school hoping to get a few laps in himself, but seeing someone else already on the track, Vegeta had turned to leave. A flash of blue made him turn back, which allowed him to see that it was Bulma on the track. He watched her hair flick back and forth, caressing her tight bottom. He watched as she ran, her breasts bounce. He wondered how heavy they would feel in his hands, how soft and tight her bottom would be in his mouth.
“Hey Mr. V!” Chaozu practically shouted in his ear. Vegeta choked on the coffee he had just taken a drink of and glared at Chaozu. “Oops sorry Mr. V.”
Vegeta glared some more and tried to brush off the spilt coffee. “It’s fine Chaozu. What are you doing here so early?”
“Bulma asked me to meet her here for breakfast so here I am.”
Vegeta felt jealousy’s nasty head rear. She asked him here? For what? She wouldn’t possibly… not here… Vegeta realized Chaozu was still talking. “What?”
“I said, don’t you think someone should ask her out,” Chaozu repeated. Vegeta flushed.
“Chaozu, it’s against school rules to date students,” Vegeta growled. Chaozu stared at Vegeta. Suddenly it hit him. “Oh! You meant you should…
“Ask her out, yeah that’s what I meant,” Chaozu said, still confused.
Vegeta coughed and tried to cover up his mistake. “Yeah you should… do it,” Vegeta finished lamely. They both turned when they heard Bulma coming. “Excuse me, I need to go clean up,” Vegeta said and walked away.
Vegeta growled angrily at the stain in his shirt. He had spent the last 20 minutes on the shirt trying to get the stain out and all he had to show for it was a soaking wet shirt with a stain that looked even bigger than before. Pissed off, he threw the shirt into the trash can with enough force to knock it over. Closing his eyes so he wouldn’t let out a yell, Vegeta counted to 10, picked up the can and the trash that had fallen out. He stood shirtless in the locker room and sighed. He was in a bad mood. The idea of Bulma dating anyone else bothered him. He had hoped she had… well it didn’t matter what he hoped. Vegeta walked over to the lost and found and dug around looking for the cleanest shirt that would fit him. Fortunately, he found a school shirt that was a little tight but would do. Making sure that he hadn’t forgotten anything he walked to the exit of the locker room.
“So I was wondering if you would want to go see a movie tonight or tomorrow. Or next week, which ever would work,” Vegeta heard Chaozu say. Vegeta quickly stepped back into the locker room, hoping he hadn’t been seen. He quickly walked away to the other exit, but not before he heard Bulma's answer.
“I would love too!”
“I would love too!” Bulma said, knowing Vegeta must have heard her. She smiled satisfactorily at the thought that he might be jealous. But that smile quickly disappeared as she realized what she had done. She knew that Chaozu meant just her and him, she pretended to misunderstand him on purpose, trying to back pedal out of the situation. “Carrie, Jeirzi, and Mickey wanted to go see that new movie coming out next week. We would have such a fun time!” Bulma gave a cheerful smile.
Chaozu frowned. “Oh, uh yeah, I’m sure we would, Bulma, but I meant you and me.” Chaozu shuffled his feet nervously. “You know, like a date? Or something.”
Bulma stopped smiling and looked sadly at Chaozu. “Oh, Chaozu, I’m flattered. Really, but I have a boyfriend.” Bulma gave him a sad smile. “I’m sorry.”
“Oh,” Chaozu said, looking down. “Ok.”
“I’m so sorry Chaozu, I didn’t realize you liked me like that. And I’m sorry if you thought I was leading you on. I just thought we were friends.” Bulma said resting her hand on his arm.
“It's not… I mean, you’re not dating Mr. V are you?” Chaozu asked suddenly.
“What?” Bulma asked with surprise. “No, his name is Yamcha. He goes to my old school,” Bulma said slowly.
Chaozu looked at Bulma and saw that she was telling the truth. He grinned, “Aww well, that’s ok then.”
“Still Friends?” Bulma asked, her hand out. Chaozu shrugged then hugged her.
“Still Friends. I think I will hold you to your word about the movies though. I’ll talk to the others and see if they are free.”
“Sounds great,” Bulma said as they headed off to class.
Bulma was relieved the day was over. Track was brutal. She could barely focus. Vegeta had been wearing a shirt so tight, Bulma sworn it MUST have been painted on. She wasn’t the only one distracted. None of the girls ran very well tonight. Vegeta had been very upset with them. None of the girls minded though. When he gathered them together to yell at them, they just stared at his sculpted abs and chiseled arms. Bulma felt an overwhelming need to run her hands across his pecs and roll his hard nipple in her mouth.
A honk brought Bulma out of her day dream. Parked right in front of her was a yellow sports car. “I know that car,” She muttered. The door opened and out popped the head of her boyfriend, Yamcha. Bulma forced a smile on her face even though she felt a little disappointed. She had just started walking again when the star of her daydream crossed her path. Vegeta walked over to his black pickup truck just a few spaces over. She could feel his eyes on her as he loaded his gear. Plastering a huge smile onto her face she ran over to Yamcha’s waiting arms and laughed as he spun her around. She planted a HUGE kiss on his lips, making as big of a show as possible. When she heard the truck roar to life, she grinded her hips into Yamcha’s, feeling how much Yamcha was enjoying this little act she was putting on. But once she heard Vegeta squeal away, she stopped.
“Wow babe! I missed you too!” Yamcha said, trying to grab her hips again.
“Yamcha stop it!” Bulma said angrily, slapping his hand away. Yamcha looked shocked then angry.
“What did I do? You were the one who was all up on me just a second a go!”
Bulma rubbed her head. She could feel a head ache coming. “I know I know! I'm sorry. I was, I dunno. Look I’m sorry ok? I have had a really long and rough day and I have track in the morning ok? Can we please just go home? I'm really happy to see you and it was a nice surprise.” Bulma kissed Yamcha’s cheek. “I'm sorry Yamcha. I love you.”
Yamcha softened up at Bulma's kiss. “Sure babe, not a problem. I’m sorry I was such a jerk. I should have known you would be tired.”
Bulma smiled at Yamcha and got into his car. “It's not a problem. Let’s just go home and get some food ok?” Yamcha nodded his head, got into his car, and the two drove off.
~AN: OoOo! Do I detect a little jealously? And Yamcha has finally come in to play (poor Yamcha, he never gets a break. Well…. Except for his bones MWHAHAHA is that foreshadowing?  See you next time!
LaKinta
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