Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Till Death Do We Part ❯ It's My Fault! ( Chapter 9 )

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Chapter 9: It’s my fault!

“Goku, Krillin! Wait up!” Chichi called, running over to Goku’s car. The three boys (including Vegeta) looked around. 18 and Bulma followed Chichi. She hugged Goku, and he put his arm around her waist, locking his car. 18 greeted Krillin with her usual nod, and Bulma and Vegeta just glared at each other. Goku noticed the tension and started moving towards the admin block, pulling Chichi with him. The others followed, except Bulma. Chichi raised an eyebrow at her. “Coming, B?” Bulma shook her head.

“No, I’m going to wait for Yamcha.” Everyone turned around and 18 looked at Chichi, who nodded. Vegeta glared harder, and stalked into school, and Goku and Krillin looked at their partners. Bulma was left alone in the car park waiting for Yamcha.

Bulma was on edge. She kept flicking her fingernails together, making a clicking sound and looking anxiously around for Yamcha’s car. “Oh shit,” she muttered as she saw his car pull into the school parks. She sighed and walked over to him, concentrating on keeping her breathing steady. “Yamcha?” she asked as he climbed out. He looked around for a moment, before spotting Bulma and smiling. Bulma didn’t smile back.

“Hey babe,” he cooed and walked over. Yamcha leaned forward to kiss her, but she jerked out of the way. “What’s wrong?”

“Yamcha, I’ve been thinking about our conversation last night.”

“And?”

“I’ve come to a decision.”

“Which is?”

“I-I,” she fumbled for the words. “I think we’re through. I don’t want to date any more; I think we should be nothing more than friends. Free to date other people if we wish. No possessive feelings, we’re friends. I think it’s for the best, Yamcha.” He hung his head then looked up at her sadly. He picked up her hand.

“Bulma, if that’s what you want….……..”

“It is.”

“Fine then. Friends,” he sighed, dropping her hand and then turning his back to her and grabbing his stuff from the back of his car, before striding into school leaving Bulma in the car park alone. Again.

“What do you think she’ll say?” 18 asked nervously.

“I don’t think she’ll take him back. She’s too smart for that,” Chichi replied. They made their way to their first classes, their boyfriends in tow and Vegeta hovering in the background. Goku sighed. The two women had filled him, Vegeta and Krillin in on Yamcha’s latest phone call.

“Day Six,” Krillin muttered, glancing at his timetable. “What have you guys got first?”

“Goku and I are in food and nutrition,” Chichi replied.

“I’m maths,” 18 screwed up her face.

“Me too,” Krillin, sighed, “what about you, Vegeta?”

“Science,” he mumbled.

“Hmm, well we’d best be off to classes, see you guys at lunchtime.” Chichi waved them off as her and Goku disappeared around a corner. 18 and Krillin nodded, then ducked down a corridor to the left and Vegeta was left standing in the hall, alone with his thoughts. At least, he thought he was alone.

“Hey Geta,” a feminine voice whispered seductively in his ear. He rolled his eyes angrily.

“Don’t call me that you stupid wench,” he muttered, throwing her arms off his shoulders. He spun around to face Kylie, a dark haired girl with huge breasts and a tiny waist, totally out of proportion.

“What’s the matter, Geta? Something rubbing you the wrong way?” She reached her hand around to grab his arse. He grabbed her hand hard, seething at the fact that she considered herself able to touch him that way. He held her arms together above her head and slammed her into the locker.

“Don’t you dare touch me like that! You stupid common whore! Or I will personally make sure you pay!” He turned around, only to earn himself a slap in the face. He glared at his assailant.

“Piss off bitch I’m not in the mood for your shit right now!”

“I don’t care what she did to you, Vegeta! You have no right to hurt a woman like that!”

“Mind your own business,” he grumbled, heading down the corridor. Bulma continued screeching earning strange glances from other students. “Go away!” he yelled suddenly, stopping and riveting on the spot to face her. She stepped back, a little shocked by his outburst.

“Well so-rry! Mr. High and Mighty! See you at lunch!” she glared at his retreating back. She turned and stalked towards her class. She didn’t show it, but Vegeta’s words had hurt her. She hated it when he told her, so blandly to go away. It never bothered her before, but now, because of recent events it did. She made it to her class with five minutes to spare, relieved to find 18 and Krillin in the same class. She occupied the seat next to them and started talking.

“How’d it go with Yamcha?” Krillin asked nervously. Judging by the look on Bulma’s face, not well. Bulma snorted.

“I told him we were through and he took it. Said I only wanted to be friends then we went to class, simple.” 18 could tell there was something else.

“So what’s got your feathers ruffled?” she asked

“Don’t ask,” she laughed haughtily, thinking of Vegeta’s spiteful words.

“Come on, you can tell me.”

“Vegeta,” Bulma sighed. 18 laughed.

“No, I’m 18. Not Vegeta.” Bulma shook her head.

“No, he’s the reason for my shitty mood!” 18 nodded, understanding.

“What happened between you and him?” she asked suddenly, furrowing her eyebrows.

“I don’t know. Ask him! We were great friends one day, and then he sort of just stopped talking to me. I’d ask him what was wrong and he’d say ‘well isn’t it obvious?’ Eventually, we stopped talking altogether and to be perfectly honest, right now, I’m glad,” Bulma lied smoothly. Truth be told she missed Vegeta’s company and their closeness a lot. 18 nodded and made a mental note to ask Vegeta about it later.

“Morning class, I am Mr. Shipson and I am your maths teacher for this year…..” 18 and Krillin sighed and took out their books. It was going to be a long day.

“Chi, are you finished yet?” Goku whined. Chichi sighed with frustration.

“Goku, does it look like I’m finished?”

“Sorry, but I’m so hungry!”

“Goku, you don’t know what hungry is!” Chichi laughed. He grinned guiltily.

Mrs. Marthers walked around the class, looking at the pairs’ progress. She was a very fat woman, with short red hair and a pushed up nose, which gave her a very haughty expression.

“Miss. Mau, this is a cooking class, not a social event. You and Mr. Son get down to work before I separate you!” she turned away and Chichi glared at her back, cussing. She turned, however, back to the task at hand Chicken Cordon Bleu.

Vegeta sat at the back of his class; eyebrows furrowed letting his partner do all the work. They were supposed to be making rats breathe, but in his opinion it was dead, so it should stay that way. He was thinking about Bulma.

‘Stupid wench, interfering in my business. I can’t believe I ever considered an annoying loud-mouthed bitch like her my friend.’ Truth be known, the only people he considered a proper friend was Goku. Sad as it was. He could be friends with anyone in the school, yet he chose Goku. Vegeta worried about himself sometimes. Then there was Krillin, who was more a classmate and was just there. Kakarot’s harpy was just that; a harpy, Bulma well, nothing needed to be said there. But there was 18 as well. He had never told anyone about his past aside from Goku. For some reason, he had felt he needed to tell 18. And she seemed to understand. He supposed it was because she’d been in the same sort of situation.

Vegeta shook his head. It was all too confusing for him.

“Mrs. Hym, Vegeta’s not helping,” whined his partner in a long-suffering voice. Mrs. Hym walked over to where the two were stationed. She was old, and about a foot shorter than Vegeta.

“Why aren’t you helping, Mr. Ouji?” Vegeta shrugged.

“ ‘Cause I don’ wanna.” Mrs. Hym glared at him.

“You will help if I tell you to!”

“What if I don’ wanna?”

“Then you will go to the principal.”

“What if I don’ wanna?”

“THAT’S IT OUJI! OUT! GO TO THE PRINCIPAL’S OFFICE!” Vegeta smirked at the sight of Mrs. Hym bright red in the face. He held up his hands in mock surrender before picking up his back and sprinting out of class.

Screw going to the principal’s office, he was going to grab his stuff from his locker and then find Mrs. Collins’ class, for the extension English.

“Chi that was the best food I have ever tasted!” Chichi laughed as they walked down the corridor to Science.

“Goku, you say that every time you eat food!” He grinned apologetically.

“Did you know that Bulma said something about sticking a straw down a rat’s throat for science?” Goku screwed up his nose. Chichi raised her eyebrows.

“Yuk! That’s gross. What sort of science is that?” Goku shrugged.

“The sort where you stick straws down rats’ throats.” Chichi clipped him round the head with her bag.

“I know that Goku! Geez! Give me some credit. Anyway I'll see you in bio, I’m going to find Bulma.” Goku nodded and walked out onto the grounds, in direction of the next block.

Chichi frowned and wondered where Bulma would be. She decided to head for H Block.

“Come on, 18, Krillin. Let’s get out of here! My brain hurts!” Bulma laughed. Krillin frowned.

“And you’re a genius! Imagine what mine and 18’s brains feel like!” Bulma laughed.

“What classes are you in next?” Bulma asked.

“Krillin and I are both Social Studies,” 18 screwed up her nose. Bulma sighed.

“I’ve got English extension.” Krillin and 18 looked at each other, their eyes wide. Krillin had told her about Vegeta’s recent brain discovery. 18 mouthed the words ‘does she know?’ at Krillin, behind Bulma’s back. He shook his head and gulped. 18 opened her mouth to tell Bulma but Krillin held her back.

“Don’t,” he whispered, “she’ll get really angry and I don’t want to be here when she finds out. Come on, let’s get going.” 18 nodded and they turned and ran out the other entrance.

“I’ll see you guys at lunch OK? Guys?” Bulma turned around to look at the corridor full of people, minus her friends. She frowned, but thought nothing of it and banged open her and Chichi’s locker.

“Bulma!” Bulma turned to see Chichi running towards her.

“Hey, Chi. How was cooking?” Chichi rolled her eyes.

“Goku kept whining, but that’s beside the point. How did it go with Yamcha? What did you say?” Bulma sighed and started fumbling for her English books.

“I told him it was over. That I only wanted to be friends.”

“B! I’m so proud of you! You know I would have killed you if you’d taken him back?” she asked seriously, giving Bulma a tight hug. Bulma laughed. “So who are you going to go out with now?” Bulma frowned at her.

“No one. I’m going to be single for a while.” Chichi raised a black eyebrow.

“Are you sure? There’s not anyone that catches your fancy?” Bulma frowned and thought about Vegeta.

“I’m sure.”

“Positive? ‘Cause now that you’re fair game,” she winked at Bulma, “there’s going to be plenty of guys drooling over you.” Bulma shrugged. “Fine then. But I’m betting you’ll be dating before the end of term.” Bulma rolled her eyes. “Anyway, I’ve got bio with Goku. Happy man hunting,” she giggled. Bulma ignored it.

Bulma opened the door to the English extension room with five minutes to spare. She glanced around the pupils and noticed that there were seven, the same number as last year. She took a seat next to a girl named Ash.

“Hey Bulma,” she greeted. Bulma nodded and chucked her books into the desk. “I heard we have someone new today. Apparently Collins was so impressed she moved him, ‘cause they’re a boy I know that, into here straight away.” Bulma raised an eyebrow.

“Really? Who’d you hear that from?”

“Some kid in trad English.”

“Hmmm. Wonder who it is. Have they been at this school the whole time or are they new?”

“They’ve been at this school the whole time. They just never showed their abilities till now.” Bulma frowned, wondering who it was. Definitely not someone she knew well. Krillin and 18 had Social Studies, Chichi and Goku had bio, Vegeta well, he was too thick, and Yamcha wasn’t intrad English.

Vegeta growled. It had taken him longer to find the class than he’d anticipated and now he was late. Not that that bothered him, but the fact that he’d wasted all his free time looking for the room, instead of teaching Kylie a lesson. He opened the door to the extension room quietly and stepped in.

“Oh fuck,” he whispered quietly as he noticed Bulma’s blue hair at the front of the room. ‘I should have known she’d be here. This just keeps getting better and bloody better.’

Bulma heard the door open and assumed it must be the new person, because all the students were there and Mrs. Collins was standing at the front of the room, in hypnotic black and white clothes that looked like Zebras. She turned back towards the door and felt her stomach drop.

“Oh shit,” she muttered quietly, so that only Ash heard.

“What?” she asked, before turning to where Bulma was staring. He walked over to Bulma and sat down beside her.

“Hey bitch,” he smirked. She turned to face him.

“What the hell are you doing here, Vegeta?” she whispered loudly, but not as loud as to alert Mrs. Collins. He smirked again.

“Collins asked me to join the class. Got a problem?”

“Yeah, YOU!” Bulma was seething. Only nine people in the class including her and Vegeta just had to be in it.

“Well get used to it bitch, ‘cause I’m here to stay.”

Ash watched the scene from her seat next to Bulma. Bulma was livid. Absolutely pissed. And this Vegeta character. She’d heard of him and she’d like to stay as far away from him as possible. Yet him and Bulma seemed to know each other, and she recalled several times when she’d seen them together. In primary, they’d been best friends. Then after Intermediate, they’d split and she’d never seen them together unless they were with their other friends.

“Alright, class. Mr. Ouji is our most recent joined classmate. He will be here for as long as I see fit. Now. Onto the actual class. Today we’re working on the difference between metaphors and similes. I have paired you up and you will be working with that person until the end of the year. OK, there are nine of you now, so one of you will work with me. Here goes. Ash and David, Leo and Sang Bin, Nicole and myself, Lisa and May and Vegeta and Bulma.”

Bulma closed her eyes and cursed everything in the universe. She heard Vegeta growl from the seat next to her. Bulma looked over at Ash. She was grinning from ear to ear. It was common knowledge that she and David liked each other but both were too afraid to admit it. Bulma smiled. At least someone was happy with his or her partner. She turned and glared at Vegeta who only glared back. It was going to be a long year.

The six of them met at their table at lunchtime, cursing their teachers and subjects. Bulma and Vegeta were still pissed about English. They took seats at opposite ends of the table, separated by the other four. Goku bit his lip.

“How’d English go?” The ice was broken. Bulma and Vegeta started abusing and cussing at each other so loudly that neither was actually heard.

“WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME THAT HE/SHE WAS IN THAT CLASS!” they both yelled together at the other four. 18 stood up.

“Because we knew this would happen!” Bulma glared at her and Chichi, and Vegeta looked ready to strangle Krillin and Goku. Then Goku said the stupidest thing imaginable.

“So I’m guessing it didn’t go well?” Bulma glared at him.

“I got paired up with him,” she pointed at Vegeta, “for the rest of the year! And he argued and got us both on detention again!”

“It was your fault last time you stupid wench,” He grumbled.

“My fault? My fault? Ooh Vegeta if you were anyone else I would be strangling you right now.” Vegeta laughed.

“Anyone else? Does that mean you admit I’m stronger than you are?”

“Physically, yes. But I never denied it either!” she yelled. It was taking all her self-control not to strangle him then and there.

“OK, you guys I think you’d better go somewhere separate,” 18 spoke up. “Goku, you come with me and take Vegeta, Krillin, you and Chichi stay here with Bulma. These two need some time apart!” The others nodded and Bulma and Vegeta kept glaring at each other. Goku grabbed Vegeta by the arm and yanked him to the other end of the hall, where he sat him at a table and took a seat next to him. 18 sat opposite him.

“OK, Vegeta. What the hell is wrong?” Goku asked. Vegeta was cracking his knuckles angrily and ignoring them. “VEGETA!”

“WHAT?” he yelled.

“What’s wrong? You seem really aggro today. More than usual I mean.”

“It’s all that bitch’s fault!”

“Somehow, I don’t think this is one-sided Vegeta.” 18 told him seriously. “OK, I think I’d be more of a help if one of you, tell me what happened between you and Bulma, Vegeta.” Vegeta’s head snapped up and he glared at her.

“What do you mean what happened?”

“I know you two were friends once. What happened?” Vegeta glared at her, but 18 shrugged it off. Goku looked sideways at Vegeta.

“You’ve already told her quite a bit of stuff, Vegeta. And she’s right; she will be more help if she knows what happened. Only if you promise to never tell Krillin, Chichi or especially Bulma. Don’t even tell them you know. Promise 18?”

“I promise, Goku, Vegeta. I’ll never tell. But doesn’t Bulma know?” Goku shook his head and glanced at Vegeta who was slouched over on the table.

“Vegeta never told her. He told me she should know, and if she can’t figure it out then she doesn’t care.” 18 nodded and thought about what Bulma said.

“What happened between you and him?” she asked suddenly, furrowing her eyebrows.

“I don’t know. Ask him! We were great friends one day, and then he sort of just stopped talking to me. I’d ask him what was wrong and he’d say ‘well isn’t it obvious?’ Eventually, we stopped talking altogether and to be perfectly honest, right now, I’m glad.”

“Are you going to tell her Vegeta? Or shall I?” Vegeta’s head shot up and he glared at Goku.

“You tell her,” he mumbled, putting his arms on the table and laying his head down on them.

“Bulma are you OK?” Chichi asked. Bulma was breathing heavily flexing her fingers, which were urging her to wrap them around Vegeta’s neck. She nodded.

“What happened?” Krillin asked.

“I hate him so much!” she told them. Krillin sighed and hung his head. Chichi placed a hand on Bulma’s shoulder.

“You don’t hate him, B. You just, er strongly dislike him.” Bulma shook her head.

“No, Chi. I hate him. Like I’ve never hated anyone before.” Chichi raised an eyebrow.

“Do you miss being his friend, Bulma?” Krillin asked suddenly. Bulma looked up at him through her glass eyes. She opened her mouth several times.

“I think I do. I was looking through our photos last night, and you know, the year six one?” Krillin and Chichi nodded. “Well I just think back to that, and I miss just being in his company without us abusing each other. Well anyway, in that first one, he’s got his arm around my shoulders a-a-and we actually look happy. But in the Intermediate one, he’s really angry. He’s standing over by the tree, glaring at us. Us being me and Yamcha, and he’s not even in the one we took in the holidays. It’s almost as if…..” she trailed off and her eyes widened. “Oh my gosh!” Whatever it was was the last straw for Bulma. She broke down and started crying. Chichi bit her lip.

“Krillin, you can go and get lunch. I’m going to take Bulma to clean herself up.” Krillin nodded and headed for the lunch line.

Chichi and Bulma made their way to the restroom where Bulma collapsed on the couch. She looked up at Chichi.

“It’s all my fault, Chichi.” Chichi frowned and sat next to her.

“What’s your fault?”

“It’s my fault Vegeta hates me!” Chichi’s eyes widened.

Next Chapter: Bulma’s finally figured it out. Have you guys? Next chapter, we find out what came between Bulma and Vegeta’s friendship, from two perspectives. Was it really Bulma’s fault? Find out in Chapter 10.

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