Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Till Death Do We Part ❯ I Hate Him! ( Chapter 3 )

Chapter 3: I Hate Him

“Vegeta. Vegeta I need to talk to you!” 18 called down the hall. Vegeta spun on his heel to look at who had called his name. He saw 18 running towards him. He frowned but waited.

“Wad’you want?” he asked.

“Vegeta I need to talk to you about some stuff. About whatever happened to you when you were a kid, why you saw the councillor.” Vegeta stood rock still. He glared at her.

“Why do you want to know about that woman?” he asked, angry that she had asked him such a personal question.

“The-the councillor said I should talk to you. She said you’d understand.”

“Councillor?”

“I’ll explain later but I need to talk to you in your free period.”

“It’s sixth, why?”

“That’s the same as mine. Never mind, meet me in the senior common room OK?” Vegeta looked at her searchingly.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” he snapped, before turning and running away.

“Vegeta!” 18 called. “Please!” Vegeta kept running. He burst into art class, slamming the door open so hard he put a hole in the wall with the handle. A short, fat woman with curly blonde hair looked up at him. She was wearing a really ugly dress and had thick glasses.

“Mr. Ouji! Class does not start for ten minutes yet.” Vegeta sighed and slammed the door open again, making a hole on the other side of the door. He stormed down the corridor and ran into a brick wall. Or at least he thought it was.

“Kakarot?” he asked.

“Vegeta. What’s wrong with you?” he asked, concerned.

“18,” he mumbled, “she’s trying to talk to me about what happened to me when I was a kid, I don’t know why. She said the councillor said I’d understand her,” Vegeta picked himself up. Goku looked at him strangely.

“But, Vegeta! Why don’t you talk to her? Maybe she went through the same sort of thing you did?”

“Doubt it, Kakarot. Where’s that wench of yours anyway?” he asked, trying to change the subject.

“She’s gone with Krillin to find 18. But that’s not the point. Krillin was saying to me that he got this strange feeling when he was around 18. The same feeling he got around you. Krillin’s instincts are usually right, and he doesn’t know anything about……….” Goku trailed off. Vegeta looked at him and they slumped against the nearest locker.

“I just don’t see how it’s possible. How many kids see-” he was stopped in mid sentence as he saw Bulma and Yamcha approaching them. “Come on,” he muttered to Goku, dragging him by the arm into an empty classroom.

“What was that for, Vegeta?” moaned Goku, pulling his arm free.

“Nothing. It’s just Yamcha and that wench. I caught them fondling each other when I got out of class early. I just don’t fancy seeing it again.” Goku looked at him sceptically.

“OK, then. About that, how come you knew all that stuff? I was amazed I always thought you were thick like me!” Goku laughed. Vegeta glared at him.

“After, you know. When I went to-to.”

“Yeah I get it, continue.”

“Well they made me get a tutor something about their wishes, not them, my you know. Argh I’m making no sense! Anyway, I got a tutor when I was seven and I worked with him up until Year 9 (3rd form, first year of high school) then I quit.” Goku nodded.

“Come on, Vegeta. I think we’d better get to class. And I still think you should talk to 18.” Goku told him, as they walked out of the classroom. A few people gave them strange looks, then a big muscly kid with blonde hair walked up to him and said,

“What were you two doing in there eh? Who would have thought, Vege-.” Vegeta cut him off in mid-sentence slamming a closed fist into the other guy’s nose. He keeled over backwards, unconscious.

“We were talking! And this goes for any of you other nosy little shits out there as well!” he added glaring around the corridor, where people were standing shocked and amazed at what Vegeta had done. Vegeta turned back to the unconscious form on the floor. “Stop meddling! If you hadn’t maybe your nose would still be in one piece,” he sneered. He and Goku continued back to the art room, where they burst in, late.

“First you’re early Mr. Ouji and then you’re late?” asked the teacher. “Oh well, just sit down.”

(OK this is going to be a bit like time travel because I have to go back in time in order to show what happened from someone else’s point of view.)

“I don’t want to talk about my past alright! What’s done is done!” he snapped, before turning and running away.

“Vegeta!” 18 called. “Please!” Vegeta kept running. 18 put down her arm and sighed. She knew that he wouldn’t be easy to talk to, but what could he possibly have to hide that was so bad he ran away.

‘I just hope he comes to the common room,’ she sighed. 18 turned and looked at her watch. She had ten minutes before her next class, so she decided to go and find Chichi and Bulma. She barely had time to wonder where Chichi was, when the black-haired girl appeared in front of her, followed by Krillin.

“18! Hey. We went to the councillor’s office but they said you’d already left.” 18 nodded.

“Chi, do you know anything about Vegeta’s past?” she asked. Chichi frowned slightly.

“No, he never talked to anyone about it except Goku. And Goku won’t tell me.”

“Oh.”

“Why?”

“I just need to talk to him about some stuff, the councillor said he’d understand me for some reason,” she shrugged, “don’t know why, though.” Chichi shrugged it off and pulled 18 down the hall, closely followed by Krillin.

“Chi, I didn’t know you had glasses and braces,” 18 said suddenly, “you’re not the sort of person I’d expect to have them.” Chichi looked at her, and then pulled open her eye a bit, placed her finger on it and slid out a contact lens. “Whoa.” Chichi put it back in.

“How’d you know about that anyway?”

“Councillor told me,” 18 shrugged. The three of them headed towards their lockers, to put away their other stuff.

“Oh crap, 18! You should have seen Vegeta in English today!” Krillin said, speaking for the first time since they had met up.

“What? Was he so thick he killed the teacher,” she mumbled nonchalantly.

“Nah! The exact opposite. He sounded like he’d swallowed a dictionary. He gave all the meanings for like these nouns and stuff like that! It was amazing, I never knew he was so smart,” Krillin laughed.

“Probably cheating,” 18 told him. When they’d reached their lockers they opened them and chucked in their English books. The three of them grabbed something to eat, and leant against their lockers.

“We’ve got art next,” Chichi told 18, screwing up her nose.

“Yeah so do I! Cool!” 18 told them.

“All of us are in art together,” Chichi told her.

“What teacher have we got?”

“Mrs. Jaycee.”

“Is she nice?”

“Na. She’s a cow. My older brother had her when he was here. She’s been around since the Jurassic Period!” Krillin laughed, chucking his empty chip packet in the bin nearby.

“Great, just what I need,” 18 mumbled, her bright mood disappearing.

“Hey, at least the art work is fun,” Chichi reasoned, biffing her yoghurt container into the same bin Krillin did.

“ ‘Spose.”

“Anyway, we’d better go. Mrs. Jaycee packs a psycho if we’re late,” Krillin told them. 18 dropped her chip packet on the ground and followed the other two down the hall. They walked into E Block to where the art room was. There was a hole in the shape of a handle behind the door, and 18 assumed Vegeta had been in there. She sighed, and took her allocated seat next to Krillin and Chichi. Nothing to do now but wait.

“Homework! I want the definitions and examples of Adverbial and Adjectival Phrases, and the four types of nouns to be handed in tomorrow. Class dismissed!” Mrs. Collins yelled. There was a rush for the door and Chichi, Krillin and Goku had a hard time squeezing through.

“Listen, Chi. I’m going to go and find Vegeta, I need to talk to him. Catch up in art class!” Goku yelled through the crowd. Chichi nodded and waved back before turning to Krillin.

“Come on, let’s go find 18. I want to see how her sess- er I mean how her class went,” Chichi told him. She had nearly blurted out session. Chichi was sure that 18 didn’t want everyone knowing about her weekly trips to the councillor’s office. The two of them headed down the crowded hall. People everywhere were slamming their lockers, packing a psycho at their mates, or hooking up with their boy/girl friends. Chichi screwed up her nose, as her and Krillin walked past a couple playing tonsil hockey in the middle of the hall.

“They could at least have thedecency to do it in their own time,” she sulked. Krillin nodded in agreement.

After five minutes of drifting, they found their way to the councillor’s office. Chichi pushed open the mahogany door with COUNCILLOR written in sweeping gold writing across it. Inside was a large room. A black haired woman was sitting behind a glass screen, filing paperwork into a filing cabinet. There were squashy leather couches dotted around the room, with plants and pictures littered between them. Chichi shuddered. She could feel Krillin do the same next to her. She remembered only too well her trips to the councillor’s office.

“Excuse me,” Chichi asked, approaching the desk, “Has 18 Gero left yet?” she asked the woman. Krillin glanced at a nameplate behind the glass that read Miranda Hawk. Miss. Hawk looked up at them.

“She left five minutes ago, Miss. Mau, right?” Chichi nodded.

“Thanks!” she called back as she dragged Krillin from the room. “She’ll be over by the lockers,” she told him as she closed the door behind her.

“That place still gives me the creeps,” Krillin shuddered as they walked outside and into H Block (where the lockers are).

“I agree. I know it’s warm and comfortable and with nice colours and stuff, but it feels so cold and and…..” she trailed off.

“I agree.”

They rounded the corner, to see 18 standing in the middle of the hall. This struck both Chichi and Krillin as odd but neither of them said anything.

“18! Hey. We went to the councillor’s office but they said you’d already left,” Chichi called. 18 nodded.

“Listen, Chi. I’m going to go and find Vegeta, I need to talk to him. Catch up in art class!” Goku yelled through the crowd. Chichi nodded and waved back. Goku turned around and tried to figure out where Vegeta would be.

“H Block, by the lockers,” he mumbled to himself, and made a beeline for H Block. Goku walked out of F Block and into E Block. As he was winding his way through the crowd, he felt someone ram into him with the force of a freight train.

“Kakarot?” the person on the floor asked.

“Vegeta. What’s wrong with you?” he asked, concerned by the look of anger on his friend’s face.

“I think Vegeta was kind of pissed off,” Bulma frowned.

“Who cares,” Yamcha laughed. He tried to get to her neck again but she shook her head.

“Come on we have to take our science stuff to our lockers. Then we have art class.” Yamcha sighed but allowed himself to be led off by Bulma. They headed in the direction of H Block. Part way through B Block, she was sure she saw Vegeta and Goku, but in a moment, they were gone. She shrugged it off allowed Yamcha to wrap his arm around her waist. They reached their shared locker with five minutes till class. Hastily, they chucked their stuff in. They didn’t need anything for art, so Bulma slammed it shut, and they hurried off to E Block.

Bulma and Yamcha reached the class, panting (which didn’t look good) and burst in.

“Sorry we’re late Miss, our locker got stuck,” Bulma breathed. Mrs. Jaycee looked up and nodded.

“Sit down. Bulma.” Bulma nodded and dragged Yamcha to their seats next to Vegeta and some girl Bulma didn’t know.

“As I was saying before Miss. Briefs and Mr. Nasku interrupted us, we are starting to paint sceneries this term,” the class all sighed. “Don’t look so enthusiastic,” she snapped. “I have divided you into pairs, and you are to work with this person for the rest of the year, whatever we do in this class. Here are the pairs; Miss. Mau and Mr. Son,” Chichi and Goku grinned, “Mr. Tashi and Miss. Gero,” 18 and Krillin looked at each other and blushed, “Miss. Briefs and Mr. Ouji,” Bulma and Vegeta looked at each other, shocked.

“Oh, shit,” they moaned at the same time.

“Mr. Nasku and Miss. Prelisc, Miss. Kate,” Bulma didn’t hear anymore and neither did the rest of the ‘group’. They were all too shocked that Bulma and Vegeta had been paired up.

“If they wanted to blow up the school they could have just used a bomb,” Krillin muttered to Chichi. She raised an eyebrow and nodded.

“They’ll have the class in riots by the end of the day,” Goku told them.

“Wad’you mean?” asked 18. Everyone looked at her. “What?”

“Bulma and Vegeta hate each other. Even though they’re both friends with all of us, they can’t stand each other’s company. They were friends back in primary school, but in Junior High they sort of drifted apart and by the time we reached High School, they were mortal enemies. We never found out what went wrong but if they’re within five metres of each other they start scrapping, yelling, screaming and all hell breaks lose,” Goku told her. 18 nodded. Bulma and Vegeta were glaring daggers at each other.

“I want you all to go and sit by your partners if you are not already,” Mrs. Jaycee told them. People began moving and switching desks, but Bulma and Vegeta didn’t move.

“Wench, get your fat ass over here!” Vegeta yelled causing everyone in the class to turn around. Bulma opened her mouth and Krillin, Yamcha, Goku, Chichi and 18 all blocked their ears.

“WHY YOU LITTLE SHIT! HOW DEAR YOU CALL ME A WENCH! YOU ARROGANT, SELFISH, CONCEITED GRRRR,” Bulma screamed. Vegeta winced.

“I’ll call you a wench if I want, though it’s more like whore,” he added. Bulma’s eyes were dancing at the anticipation of a verbal sparring match.

“You asshole. You asshole. You callme a whore? Me! How many guys have I been out with in the last,” she paused, “seven years? Ay? I’ll tell you how many. One! ONE! YAMCHA! WHAT ABOUT YOU?” she paused again.

“Seven,” he told her. “You only stay with Yamcha ‘cause you can’t get anything better. I have chicks on my heels constantly! So many of them want me, when I’m sick of them I can get rid of them,” he yelled. Vegeta was now on his feet. Goku stood, too, in case he needed to hold Vegeta back. Bulma gaped at him.

“I’ve stayed with Yamcha for seven years BECAUSE I LOVE HIM! You couldn’t get involved in a serious relationship if you tried!” she screeched. Bulma’s blood was boiling and her face was flushed. The rest of the class looked on in horror as Vegeta and Bulma raged their war of words. All of a sudden, after Bulma accused Vegeta of being an unfaithful prick, he launched himself at her, only to find himself held back by Goku.

“Let go of me Kakarot! You insolent little shit! I said let go,” he yelled at the top of his lungs as Goku held his arms behind his back.

“No, Vegeta. You can yell at each other all you like, but I won’t have you hitting or attacking Bulma!” Goku yelled at him. Vegeta relaxed, and although Goku couldn’t see it, he smirked.

“Cheating on Chichi are we now Kakarot? I never thought you and the loud-mouthed wench would get together, I thought you were faith-”

“SMACK!” Chichi was standing in front of Vegeta her hand raised to strike again. A red hand mark was appearing on the side of Vegeta’s face.

“Don’t you ever, ever, ever accuse Goku of cheating you asshole!” Chichi told him in a calm voice. Vegeta gaped, holding his cheek. Vegeta looked over at Bulma who was sniggering in the corner.

“Shut up, you whore!” he yelled at her, spitting on the floor by her feet. Bulma yelped and stepped back.

“Mr. Son! Would you please sit down,” said Mrs. Jaycee for the first time since the argument had broken out. “Mr. Ouji, Miss. Briefs come here please.” Bulma and Vegeta glared at each other, but trudged up to the front of the class. “Never,” she whispered angrily to them, “never, have I seen such an appalling display of behaviour! You are acting like infants and I am going to write down all that you two have done! Sit down while I do this then you are to take the account to the Principal,” she yelled, her eyes slits of fury.

”Whatever,” Vegeta mumbled and headed back to his seat. Bulma followed, and although they were partners they sat at opposite ends of the table. Chichi looked nervously at Bulma at of the side of her eye.

“You OK, B?” Chichi asked. Bulma nodded, but there were tears in her eyes. Chichi noticed these and said, “Mrs. Jaycee, may I take Bulma outside for a moment?” Mrs. Jaycee looked at Bulma and nodded. Chichi and Bulma stood and walked out of the class. Vegeta watched them go.

“Stupid loud mouthed wench,” he muttered to Goku. Goku glared at him.

“Vegeta, you need to calm down,” he told him angrily, “Bulma’s one of my best friends, and when you treat her like that it makes me really angry.” Vegeta raised an eyebrow.

“Kakarot, I’ve got bigger problems than that woman. I couldn’t care less what happens to her,” he laughed, folding his arms.

“You amaze me, Vegeta. Sometimes you’re understanding and decent to be around, but times like this…….” he trailed off, and then sighed. Goku picked up his belongings and moved down to the other end of the table where Krillin, 18, Yamcha and Yamcha’s pair were talking. Krillin looked at him as he sat down.

“What’d Vegeta say?” Goku shook his head.

“He needs some time to calm down, but 18,” he added, “I think you should try and talk to Vegeta in the common room even if he pushes you away,” Goku told her. 18 looked at him sideways and then nodded.

“B are you OK?” Chichi asked worriedly. Bulma shook her hand and collapsed onto the couch in the bathroom.

“Chi-ch-ch-chi I-I-I hate him,” she cried, tears rolling down her cheeks. She looked at Chichi. “I hate him so much. Why does he do this to me, Idon'tdeserve to be treated that way,” she cried, leaning on Chichi’s shoulder. Chichi patted her back.

“Don’t worry about it, B. You don’t need to cry over it, this is what he wants you to do. Don’t give him the satisfaction of seeing you like this,” she comforted. Bulma looked up at her friend. She gulped.

“Thanks, Chi. I know I shouldn’t be crying over it, but I’ve never felt hate this strong for anyone before!”

“I know. Come on, we’d better fix up your make up, there’s mascara running all down your cheeks,” she laughed and wiped it away of Bulma’s cheekbone. Bulma smiled and said,

”Yeah, I guess. Lunch is soon so I say I stay in here to the end of the period and regain my composure then we go with the others to lunch.” Chichi nodded and Bulma pulled her make up gear out of her bag and started fixing up her face.

Next Chapter: The Z Gang at Club 18, what mysteries will unravel (Oh and a food fight next period at lunch but after that I’m jumping to the end of school)

Author’s Note: Well? Good? Bad? Done better? Could’ve been worse? Tell me guys ‘cause I really don’t know unless you tell me. Review pleaaseeee!