Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Pleasures of High School ❯ Chapter Six - Let’s Get Ready to Rumble ( Chapter 6 )

The Pleasures of High School - Chapter Six - Let's Get Ready to Rumble

Disclaimer - I don't own DBZ, but I do own some very nice posters with Vegeta on them... mmmm, Vegeta.

A/N - Hmmm....I wrote this awhile ago, but I haven't typed it till now. Sorry bout that. At the beginning of the whole story I know I said that Bulma was 14, but then I said that she drove home from school. Oops! Oh well, if she can fly, I don't see why she can't drive her Corvette whenever she feels like it. So to clarify that, she can drive even though she's just a Freshman in High School. K? K. Well, I hope that you guys will like this chapter, it's longer than my usual chapters. Enjoy!

The next day at school was going by quite uneventfully. Bulma couldn't stop thinking about Vegeta and Vegeta couldn't stop thinking about fighting. (A/N...bet you thought I was gonna say Bulma eh? Ehehehe.) Bulma looked towards Vegeta and sighed in frustration. * That guy will be the death of me! I can't possibly spar with him, I can't even spar with Goku. Then again, Goku refused to spar with me. Oh man! What am I gonna do? *

"Bulma. Psst, Bulma." Bulma looked to her left to see who it was that kept bugging her. * Ugh, what the hell does he want? *

"What, Yamcha?" Bulma asked with a hint of venom. She didn't really like Yamcha, even though he was her boyfriend. Hell, she didn't even know why she said yes when he asked her to be his girlfriend. Yamcha raised an eyebrow in confusion and shrugged it off.

"Well, um. I, um, I was just wondering, you know, if you wanted to do something with me after school." Bulma looked like she was going to either throw up with disgust or bust out laughing.

"Yamcha, I should of told you this a very, very long time ago. I don't like you and I never will. I don't know why I ever said yes to you when you asked me out, but it's over now. We are no longer boyfriend and girlfriend? You understand, or do I have to explain in easier terms?" Yamcha looked like he was about to cry and ran out of the room as fast as his legs could take him. Bulma shook her head and Vegeta was laughing hysterically.

"What's so funny Veg-head?" Bulma hissed. Vegeta calmed a little, but was still snickering.

"That weakling was your mate? How pathetic. The look on his face was priceless!" Vegeta started laughing again, and he was laughing so hard that he fell out of his desk and started rolling around on the ground. ( A/N. I know OOC, but I find it humorous to see Veggie rolling around on the ground...hehe.) The teacher turned around bewildered and looked at the Prince, coughing to get his attention.

"Vegeta, you are disrupting my class. Either you stop or you go down to the dean's office." Vegeta's laughing subsided, and he sat up and smirked.

"Shove it you old hag." The teacher looked at him with hate shining in her eyes. "Oh, and on more thing," Vegeta then proceeded to blow the teacher's desk to pieces, "it's Prince Vegeta, wench." Vegeta then turned to leave the room. "And don't any of you maggots forget it, or it'll be your heads." He swung open the door and walked out, laughing the whole time. Bulma simply stared in amazement and wonder, and since the opportunity was at hand, she decided to go with Vegeta and ditch class. Not like she didn't already know it all anyway. Plus, they couldn't punish her, she was the daughter of the person who made the school.

"Hey, Vegeta! Wait up!" He just kept up his pace, not wanting to stop and talk. "Would you fucking stop?!?" Vegeta slowed a little, but kept walking. Bulma finally caught up, a little winded. "What the hell was that all about? I call you all sorts of nick-names, but you've yet to destroy any of my belongings."

"Don't worry about it, woman. What I do is my own business, no one else's."

"Geeze, what crawled up your ass and died?" Vegeta turned around and smirked evilly. "What?" That smirk was really creeping Bulma out, and she wanted to smack it off of his royal ass's face. He walked up to her, and they were so close that Bulma could smell him, so she did. * Mmm, he smells so good. Like, hmmm, well, a man. * Vegeta took note to this, and decided to close the space a little more.

"You wanna know the best way to relieve some, tension?" Vegeta whispered huskily in the blue-haired vixen's ear, while softly drawing circles into her palm. He took her earlobe into his teeth and grazed it, sending chills of passion up Bulma's spine. She swallowed the lump in her throat, both wanting and despising his awaiting answer. She wanted to do this, but she hated herself for wanting to lose her control over her hormones to this arrogant ass.

"Hmm, what's that?" Bulma asked lustfully, not wanting Vegeta to stop kissing her neck. Vegeta pulled away and looked into her eyes. His hands were on her face, and he pulled her in for an electrical kiss. He pulled away again, and, once again, smirked.

"A nice, long..." Bulma held her breath waiting for the final word of his sentence. He closed the space between them again and whispered into her ear, "spar." Bulma's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. Vegeta pulled back again, and gauged her reaction, holding back his laughter for now. "What? What did you think I was going to say? A nice long fuck? A nice long screw?" Bulma started to blush and smiled coyly. * Kami! How could I be so stupid to let my guard down like that! Stupid bastard, I'll get him back for that one. *

"Of course not Veggie, but," Bulma pressed up against him, "from the look of it..." She looked down at his package, which was indeed hardened, and brushed across it with her hand. Vegeta had to fight to suppress a groan. "...you seemed to think that." Bulma licked her lips, grabbed Vegeta's lower lip with her teeth, and began to suck on it, all the while getting lost in Vegeta's deep black eyes. He had no clue how to react so he wrapped his muscular arms around Bulma's thin waist. She pulled back a little, dragging her teeth on his lip, and smiled wickedly. "Hey, I've got an idea. Let's go back to my place," She lifted her finger and started to make absent designs on his chest, "and let's spar." With that said, she pulled back to see a very confused, very aroused Saiya-jin Prince standing before her. "What did you think I was gonna say? Fuck?" Bulma bust out laughing, and flew out the door and to her car, only to be caught in the arms of a no longer aroused or confused Prince. "What the hell, Vegeta. Let me get into my car so we can go to my house and spar." Bulma struggled to get out of his arms, but to no avail.

"Well, woman, unless you want me to destroy your house, I suggest a different place." Bulma wrinkled her nose, knowing his royal hind ass was right.

"Fine. Capsule Corps has this empty land just West of my house. We'll spar there, but I need to go home and change."

"I'll find the area, you search out my ki and find me. I will be training, but don't take too long. The sun is going to go down soon. Wear something a little less whorish this time woman." Vegeta laughed and flew off to find a deserted area to spar at. Bulma was completely pissed, but decided to punish Vegeta later during their match. * Ooh, I swear to Kami I'll get that prick. *