InuYasha Fan Fiction / Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Life at Northern High ❯ Too much Drama and Major 'tude! ( Chapter 6 )

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Title: Life at Northern High


Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or Dragonball Z–although I really, really wish I did–but I don’t own said shows or any other Manga I may write about and am not making any profit from this Fiction… So now you know I don’t own a damn thing–DON’T SUE my ass!!! Thank you and Enjoy.


Rating: R for a tinge of violence and language.



Pairs: G/CC, K/18, V/B, I/K and M/S


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Chapter Six


Too much Drama and Major 'tude!



~~~~~***^~~~***^~~~Downtown: at Yajorobi’s~~~~~***^~~~***^~~~



Saturday the four girls ate at their new hangout Yajorobi’s while dishing about last night, unable to believe what had happened and what made them behave so badly. They laughed at what each other said and how the night had led them into having new boyfriends. They ate their breakfast slowly talking as they dined. Eighteen came strolling in then glaring at them.

“I can not believe that you bitches came without me!”

Chi-chi smiled and patted the seat next to her. “Hi Eighteen. Come sit.”

“No, thanks I already had breakfast with dad.” She said, slinging her purse down. “So, what were you girls talking about?”

“Last nights awesome turn out.” Kagome said, popping a piece of hash brown in her mouth.


Eighteen smiled smugly, “Was I right or was I right?”

“If my Dad finds out–”

Eighteen sighed and shook her head, “He won’t find out. Trust me.”

“Oh my dad can find out anything.” she said fretting with her hands.


“So you regret last night?” Sango asked looking at her friend with concern.


The boys entered the restaurant then, her eyes found Goku’s right away and she blushed. “I can’t say that I am. No.”

Eighteen smiled, “Ok then don’t worry about tomorrow. Just focus on today.”


“I’m thinking that we should hang out tonight with the guys, just hang out. Nothing fancy.” Sango said, looking at Chi-chi.

“How about Movie Night–we haven’t done that in ages!”


“Hello ladies!” Miroku said with his usual charm, kissing Sango on the cheek.

“Hi!” she said, happiness glowing in her eyes as he settled a kiss on her mouth.

“What ya’ll up to?” Inuyasha said sitting next to Kagome.


“What are you doing later today?” Eighteen asked looking at her friends new boyfriends.


“Uh, nothing. Why?” Inuyasha asked, pulling Kagome closer to him.


Sango began, “Well we were thinking about doing something tonight.”

“Like?” Vegeta prodded, the only one not being affectionate with his new girl.


Zarbon came to their table flashing a dazzling smile, his eyes only for Bulma. “Good morning Bulma.”


Her friends looked at Bulma, hiding their amusement well. “Hi.” she returned casually, not really looking at him.


“You didn’t call.”


“I’m so sorry about that.”


“That’s ok. I was wondering actually if you would like to join me today after my shift to a game of miniature golf.”


“So, can you come with me?”


“Uh,” she said looking at Vegeta glowering at them. “Actually I’m seeing someone now.”

“Not that jerk from last night?”


The girls laughed along with their beau’s as Vegeta slung his arm around her shoulder and answered him, “Actually, yes, she is with the jerk from last night.”

Zarbon looked genuinely shocked but recovered and nodded, “Ok. You have my number. Call me as soon as this clown messes up.”

Bulma actually smiled and nodded, “Ok. Later Zarbon.”

As soon as he left Bulma turned and glared at him, “Ok what was that?”

“What?” Vegeta asked, looking bewildered.

“You didn’t want to touch me earlier and as soon as Zarbon comes near you get all lovey-dovey!” she said shrugging out of his arms.

“In my brother’s defense he’s not used to having a girlfriend.” Miroku said smoothly, hiding his mirth.

“Thanks M.” Vegeta said sarcastically, knowing he sounded lame to everyone.

“Aw, you welcome buddy!” Miroku said cheerfully, patting his shoulder soundly.

“What were you saying before that little scene played out?” Inuyasha asked.

“Oh we wanted to see if you could hang out tonight for Movie Night. Seeing that it’s Chi-chi’s last day alone–”

Goku nodded, “That’ll be cool.”

“Yeah,” Inuyasha agreed, “We’ll be there.”

“Great, come over at 7:30. We should have everything set up by then.”

~~~~~***^~~~***^~~~Later that night: Chi-chi’s house... ~~~~~***^~~~***^~~~


The girls prepped for the night, renting movies from Blockbuster; some scary classics, some were action-packed others were romantic comedies. They had called the guys to bring snacks since some of the food went down from the party. The guys came on time including Krillin, who totted the bag of goodies. They grabbed the bag from the suffering Krillin and led the guys to the den. Once there most of them laid out on the floor, some cuddled on the couch as they watched movies on her Panasonic 50'' plasma HDTV. In the middle of a slasher movie all the girls snuggled close to their boyfriends with fear except Eighteen who ate popcorn as she watched the masked murderer kill yet another victim. Then a loud knock on the door jarred everybody scaring Kagome, Bulma and Sango half to death.


“Who the hell is that?!” Bulma demanded, placing a hand over her pounding heart.

Chi-chi shrugged, “I don’t know. I didn’t order anything yet.”

Sango arched a brow and asked, “Aren’t you gonna answer it?”

“No I’m fine where I’m at. You go.” she said, snuggling closer to Goku.


Sango gave her a look, “Me?! Why do I have to? It’s your house! You answer it!”


“I don’t feel like getting up!” Chi-chi complained.


“Fine! I’ll go! You lazy bum!” Bulma said with exasperation. She walked to the foyer and opened the door, discovering that it was Yamcha. The despicable ex. Her mouth dropped opened, totally shocked. “Yamcha? What the hell are you doing here?”


“Your mom told me about Movie Night. It is Movie Night isn’t it?” He said with a charming and annoying smile. “Right?”


She pursed her lips, crossed her arms, “Yeah it is. But who invited you?”


“Aw you remember when we used do Movie night together, you know–us and your friends. I’d like to think it’s our ritual–you know–our thing. Besides we should at least be friends right?”


“Where’s Kikyo?”


He shrugged, “She’s coming in a minute. Aren’t you gonna let me in?”

She rolled her eyes, “Fine. But don’t act like a jackass!” she warned, allowing him in. She then led him to the den where everyone sat waiting for her.


“Who was at the–” Sango asked breaking off when she saw Yamcha.


“Oh you pushed pause how thoughtful–”


Chi-chi looked at Bulma, confusion clear in her dark eyes. “Hold on a sec–what’s he doing here?”

“He came with Kikyo–”


“Who couldn’t make it.” He interjected smoothly.


Bulma gaped at him, disbelief clear on her face. “You asswipe!” she exclaimed as she hit his chest hard.


“Ow!” he said rubbing his chest. “That fucking hurt!”


Sango shook her head, “Bulma, girls let’s go in the kitchen.”


“Yeah I think we need to have a little chat.” Eighteen said pointedly.


Bulma glared at Yamcha, “Gee I wonder what we’re gonna talk about!” They went into Chi-chi’s state-of-the-art kitchen with her and the room seemed like it shrunk a few sizes. “Whassup?”

Chi-chi began very calmly but as she spoke her voice raised in volumes. “Okay I know we had this talk a week ago, and yet I feel we have to rehash some things. So tell me, why the fuck is he in my house?”

“I let him in.”

“You what?!” Sango exclaimed in disbelief. “I thought you weren’t going to go back with him!”


Kagome looked confused. “And what about Vegeta?!”



“I’m not. I’m truly not going to get back with him. But in my defense he did lie to me.”

Chi-chi gave her a look and frowned, “He did that your entire relationship with him. Ok. You know he’s a liar! Come on.”

Bulma sighed and explained. “I want Yamcha and me to be friends, and Kikyo probably just canceled their date at the last minute. And let’s face it being alone in a dark apartment is no way to spend the weekend.”


Eighteen looked at her, “Neither is hanging out with your hot ex while your girlfriend is out somewhere else!”

“It’s okay guys. Seriously. I’m with Vegeta anyway.”

“Thank God for small miracles!” Kagome said as they walked out the kitchen.


“Just tell the jerk to behave!” Sango added following her sister.


“I already did that.” she said as they entered the room. She sat back down next to Vegeta, laying her head on his chest, ignoring Yamcha.



“Okay, ready?” Chi-chi asked, acting like the perfect hostess.


“Uh, been ready for the past fifteen minutes! Push play already!” Inuyasha grumbled.

“Okay! Sheesh.” she then pressed play on the DVD remote. “Whoa didn’t see that one comin’!!”Eighteen shrugged carelessly. “Eh, she deserved it. She had sex. And like every movie slut before her; she got axed! And quite nicely too.”

Miroku groaned disappointedly, “Oh man she was just about to take her top off!!!”


“Seriously dude chill!” Bulma said chuckling, now used to his lecherous ways.


“Why’re you hugging up on him? I’ll keep you safe.” Yamcha said his eyes on the hugging couple.


Bulma scoffed at that and rolled her eyes, “No thanks. I know what your so-called protection means! Especially when you ran from a killer clown at Halloween Horror Nights–leaving me in the lurch! I think I’ll pass, thank you.”

Everybody laughed while he shot back, “Whatever. I told your ass to keep up.”


“Right. After screaming bloody-murder! Plus I fell! What kind of guy leaves his girlfriend–with a killer on the loose mind you–”


“That was last year–get over it!”


“Oh I am over it.” she said as she cuddled close to Vegeta, “Now can we please watch the movie in–” She then screamed, hiding her face in his chest. “Oh my God I’m so scared!”


Vegeta chuckled deeply, finding her reaction amusing but he held her closer, liking how she felt against him. “It’s alright you can look now it’s over.”


She peeked then squealed as she watched the killer do some inventive things with barbed wire on the poor teenage girl. “You jerk! You told me it was ok to look!”

He laughed heartily and kissed her forehead, “I’m sorry. Look I got you, no one’s gonna get you babe.”

She felt foolish but she didn’t mind around him. She inhaled his shirt and sighed in pure pleasure. “That smells so good. It’s very woodsy and somewhat unique. I like it. I like it alot.”

“Thanks. I like your scent too.”


“Are ya’ll gonna flirt all night or are we gonna watch the damn movie!” Yamcha said grouchily, feeling oddly jealous.


“If you don’t like it, you could always leave.” Chi-chi supplied, smiling coldly.

Yamcha looked back at the screen and replied, “Naw, I’m good.”


“Oh man, am I hungry.” Sango said as she reached for the bag of goodies. “Ooh Gummies! Dibs!” She said as she took it out. She then tossed it to Bulma.

“Damn you! I love gummies!” she said pouting, then smiled as she grabbed something she liked even more than the gummies. “But not as much as I love Pringles! Dibs!”


Sango pouted, “Oh no fair! We should all look togeth–oh!” She said after looking in it, finding her favorite snack. “I love Slim Jims! Dibs!” she then tossed it to her sister after grabbing the long sticks of beef jerkies.

Kagome complained too looking in the bag then grinned, “Yes! I absolutely love, love, love Oreo cookies!” she then tossed it to Eighteen after grabbing her snack of choice.

“You bitches! I get whatever’s left over?” She then gasped seeing the snack she liked. “Never mind I love pickled red-hots!”

“Uh, no thank you’s?” Krillin replied.

The girls kissed their men and replied, “THANK YOU!” in unison.

Vegeta chuckled, “Silly wenches!”

“Tool.” Eighteen shot back, cuddling with her man.

“You took our favorites!” Inuyasha said, looking into the bag, noticing that Kagome had taken his favorite. “We can share this.”

She smacked his hand away, “Uh, no. We can not.”

“Oh c’mon!” Inuyasha complained.

“Oh fine, here.” she said feeding him a cookie.

He chewed and nodded in ecstasy, “Heaven. I love chocolate. It’s forbidden in the house.”

“I’m going to go get some pizzas who wanna come with?” Chi-chi said still feeling hungry.

Goku nodded, “I’ll come along.”


“Who else?”

“We–” Bulma began but Chi-chi interrupted.


“No one else? Ok then, let’s go Goku.” She said grabbing her keys, she then paused and looked over at Bulma. “We’ll be back. Bulma you can handle the drinks while we’re gone.”

“Alright.”

Then the couple was gone, leaving the room very silent. Bulma then broke the ice and asked, “Anybody thirsty?”


“Yeah I am.” Yamcha said, his eyes going wide.


“What do you want to drink?” she asked, mentally rolling her eyes. Already she feeling sorry for letting him in.


“Incredible Hulk!”

Bulma gave him a dubious look, “You would have to make that one.”

Sango smiled and ordered, “I want Pink Panties.”

Miroku grinned lecherously, “I want to see your pink panties!”


She gave him a sassy look, “What makes you think I’m wearing panties?”


His eyebrows rose up, “Forreal?”


She just looked at him with mischievous intent. “What do you think?”

Bulma smiled, “Well some of ya’ll gonna have to be satisfied with whatever I make. Ok?”

Bulma then walked out of the den and to the bar to make the drinks. She made the guys drinks first; one Incredible Hulk, two Patrone, two Gin and juices, and Whiskey Sour. Then she made her and her friends drinks. Sango: Pink Panties, Kagome; Cherry Punch, Eighteen; Naughty Girl Scout, and a Luxe Martini for herself. She had called Miroku to help with the drinks and they both carried them down to the den. She handed the girls their drinks.

Everybody wanted second rounds so she went back into the bar and fixed them. But when she got around to fixing hers she ran out of ice. So she went into the kitchen to get some when Yamcha suddenly appeared.

“Bulma come with me, right quick?” He slurred.

Bulma knew Yamcha couldn’t take his drinks so she glared at him, “Get away from me.”


“C’mon don’t act like that.” He said, cornering her.

She tried to push him away, “Leave me alone Yamcha! Why the hell are you in here?”

“You know why. I want to get back with you–”

“Well too bad! Your chance has already come and gone. If you make a fool out of me any longer tonight in front of my friends I swear I’ll cut your nuts off.”

He smiled, his hands smoothing over her ass. “You know you want me.”

“I do not want your drunken ass now let me go!” she said pushing him back.

“Yes you do, you know you do.” He pulled her back in his arms. “You know I love you right?”


“Yeah the fuck right–you don’t love me and I don’t love you anymore. In fact if you ever did love me you never would’ve cheated!”

“But loving you was what I was trying to do–”

“Oh yeah right, sure.”

“It’s true. Alright I love you!!!”

“No you don’t–you never did Yamcha!” She said, trying to walk away from him and out of the kitchen. He pulled her back to him, “I’m not playing games with you Yamcha, leave me the fuck alone!”


He grabbed her arm forcefully before she could leave. “Damn it! What do you see in that guy huh? I’m everything you want and need.”

“Ow! Motherfucker if you don’t let me go–let me go! You’re hurting me!”

“Not until you admit you love me.”

“No! No! I don’t love you, you don’t love me now let me go. Stop playin–”


“Yes… I love you… you have to let me love you baby.” He said placing wet kisses down her neck. She cringed and tried harder to push him away. “C’mon baby… for old times sake?”


She glared at him. “No!” she said with emphasis on the two letter word. “I think you should go.”

“Fine.” He said, letting her go a little bit. “But first give me a lil kiss.”


“Eww! Dream on!” She said pushing him farther away.

“Woman what’s taking so–” Vegeta said, breaking off when he walked in on them in a compromising position. “What the fuck is going on in here?!”


Bulma looked at Vegeta like he was her savior. “He’s drunk and he won’t let me go.”


Vegeta’s sharp eyes took in the situation then narrowed on Yamcha. “Listen you punk ass bitch… I don’t do this too often but I’m gonna break you a deal. You either ignore me and I kick your ass or you let her go and I’ll go easy on you.” He then smirked coldly, “It’s your choice.”


“Alright.” He then let her go. She went to Vegeta’s side instantly. “Let’s go freak!”


“Woman; go in the den and let everybody know Movie Night is over.” He said never taking his eyes off the other boy.



“Okay–”

Yamcha glared, “She has a name–it’s Bulma!”

“Vegeta let’s go–he’s not worth it!”


Vegeta snarled, “Anytime pansy!”

Yamcha held up his arms and replied loudly, “Anywhere bitch!”

“Let’s go.” She said literally dragging Vegeta out of the kitchen. She dialed up Chi-chi while walking into the den, “Hey Chi, where you at?” she asked putting her on speakerphone.


“I’m on my way back why?” the wind kind of blocking out her words.

“Well everybody’s about to head home.”

“Why?” Chi-chi asked, anger lacing her normally calm voice.

“Because Yamcha’s drunk–”

She sighed angrily, “I knew this would happen–he ruins everything!” she then took a calming breath and replied, “Send his ass home then, don’t tell everybody to leave. We’re coming home now with the pizzas anyways. Just tell his ass to go home.”

“How do I do that? He won’t listen to me.”

“Figure out a way. I want him out of there by the time I get back.” She hung up the phone and Bulma just looked at it.

“Why don’t I toss him out on his ass?” Vegeta suggested. “I will be glad to.”


“I’m sure you will be.”

She then dialed up Yamcha’s mother with a wicked smile on her face. “Hi Mrs. Seiko I’m so sorry to bother you but Yamcha’s over at my friends house totally wasted I was wondering if you can come get him so that he won’t drive home tonight.”


Thirty minutes later Yamcha was being hauled off by his father in the back of his truck and getting yelled at by his mother. Chi-chi smiled, looking more relaxed since he showed up. The night went on smoothly after that.




~~~~~***^~~~***^~~~The next day: At Shikon Airport... ~~~~~***^~~~***^~~~

Chi-chi waited nervously for her dad’s flight to come in, butterflies flying all over her stomach. She toyed with her fingers, a habit she had done ever since she had lost her mother at the age of six. She gnawed on her lip as well, a habit she had always done also. She worried about how the house may look to him, how much alcohol they all consumed the last two days and if he would notice. He dad was a stickler when it came to details, that was why she was so organized. Maybe he wouldn’t notice but she knew that he probably will. She looked over at Goku and stopped fidgeting.

His presence somehow made her feel better. He held her hand and smiled down at her. That was another thing she was worried about. She didn’t know just how well her father would take to Goku and the fact that their serious after just knowing each other for a little more than a week. She squeezed his hand, seeking more comfort and he gave it without question.

“Why so nervous?”

“My father… he’s a very strict man, I’m almost positive that he will know everything that has been going on over at our home.”

“C’mon he won’t find out unless you show him distress, like you’re doing right now.” He then bent down and kissed her forehead. “Just relax.”

She frowned and looked at the terminal, “I can’t. You don’t know my father, he’s a very powerful man and he has men everywhere. That was why I was so freaked about the party.”

“What about the day we met? Would he say something about that?”

“He won’t. `Cause you guys didn’t stay long. But the party on the other hand…”

“It’ll be fine.” He then pulled her in his arms and kissed her on her soft pouty lips. “Do you believe that?”

“When you say it, yes.” She then went in for a more aggressive kiss, wrapping her arms around him, thrusting her tongue inside his hot mouth, tangling with it until he groaned and took over the kiss.

“Chi-chi?” The sound of her father’s voice entering the fog that had settled over her senses, she broke apart from Goku, nothing but their hands touching.

“Father!” she said tightly, the strain caused by desire. She cleared her throat and broke the last contact with Goku, running to her father. “I missed you!”

Ox chuckled and replied, “Yeah I bet!” his eyes then went to Goku and his warm eyes turned cautious. “And who is this young man?”

At first Chi-chi didn’t know how to respond but then decided that she hadn’t really lied to her father about anything so she went with the truth this time. “This is my boyfriend Goku Son. Goku, this is my father Oxford King. Everybody just calls him Ox for short.”

They both shook hands and the warmth entered back into Ox’s dark eyes, eyes so much like her fathers. “Wow you must be special if Chi-chi chose you out the bunch! Not many has even met me.”

Chi-chi blushed and hugged both men, “Can we please leave I’m tired of standing and very hungry!”

“Alright darling but first let me grab my luggage, huh.” He said teasingly.


She rolled her eyes and jokingly said, “Alright fine!”

Twenty minutes later they went to their favorite restaurant Elon’s and there was where Ox King had questioned Goku and thoroughly embarrassed her. Goku answered each question as honestly as he could, earning Ox’s respect and favor. Chi-chi had never saw that kind of look on her fathers face before and smiled to herself. Goku had just won the hardest man’s approval.


~~~~~***^~~~***^~~~The next day: At Northern High... ~~~~~***^~~~***^~~~


On Monday everyone was tell Chi-chi how good a party last Friday was and how they looked forward to attending another one of hers. She blushed and said thank you, while Eighteen had an I-told-you-so look on her face. Goku walked with her, his arm slung casually over her shoulder, heading for the cafeteria where the rest of their friends were.



“So Goku met the father did ya?” Inuyasha asked, also walking with his girl.

“Yeah, he’s actually very nice.”

“Yeah, to you! Do you have any idea how long it was for all of us to gain his trust like that?” Kagome said pointedly, “It took us years.”

“Stop exaggerating Kags.” Inuyasha said, not believing anyone not liking her for that amount of time.

“I shit you not.” Kagome said with utter seriousness. “Am I kidding Chi?”

“She’s not joking. He really didn’t start coming around until we had left middle school.”


“What I want to know is how the hell you gained his favor?” Eighteen asked, wanting to know this hidden secret.

Goku shrugged, “Honesty gets you a long way with him I guess.”

“So you answered honestly?” Inuyasha asked, bewildered. Goku nodded and Inuyasha asked another question, “Even the question about banging his daughter?”


Chi-chi blushed hard, “He wasn’t that forward Inuyasha.”

“Yeah but would he answer that honestly?” Inuyasha challenged him, his thick brow arched questioningly.

“I would have looked him in the eye and told him that that was none of his damned business.” Goku said, seriousness reflecting in the onyx orbs.

“Damn your boy got some balls. No wonder you chose him Chi.” Eighteen said with utter approval. “I see why Ox likes you. Hell even I like you better after an answer like that.”

“Yeah, you need someone like that Chi, to loosen you up.”


Goku smiled down at her and said, “She doesn’t need to change. She’s great the way she is.”



~~~~~***^~~~***^~~~Meanwhile: In the outside lunch area…~~~~~***^~~~***^~~~


Vegeta and Bulma sat close to each other and went over notes with each other, seeing that they had the next period together. Bulma’s eyes went to where Yamcha was laughing and goofing off with his football team friends and sighed. She hadn’t seen Kikyo all day which was a good thing. Not because she was scared of her or anything but she just didn’t need anymore drama.

Yamcha was back to himself again which didn’t bode well for Bulma. She was so through with his ass that it wasn’t even funny. By the time she went back to her notes she heard Kikyo’s screeching voice, cussing him out, kinda how she used to do when he was acting up. Bulma and Vegeta’s eyes went to the couple, seeing that he was whispering something in her ear while everyone watched with baited breath. They both looked at her as she stomped her way toward them in red-hot fury.

“What did you tell Yamcha?!” Kikyo asked, anger reddening her face.

“Not a damn thing.” Bulma replied, knowing that the asshole was still mad about her not wanting to get back together with him.

“That’s not what he told me.” She said placing a hand over her hip, “He said that you said you want to get back together with him. I’m here to tell your ass that he is mine and I will kick your ass if you ever come near him again–”

“Wait hold the hell up! I do not want to get back together with his ass. That day when I said you can have him, I meant that shit. I don’t want his ass back. He’s a damn liar!”

Kikyo eyed her, “You swear?”


“I swear–in fact I’m dating someone else now anyway.”

“Who?”

“Vegeta.”

Kikyo’s eyes went to him, “You serious?”

“Hell yeah she’s serious! Got a problem?!”

“No. But you got to understand–I really, really like Yamcha.”

“I do understand. But whatever he says about me and him getting back together–don’t believe him. We’re over for good.”

Kikyo sighed with relief, “Okay. Um I’ll leave you alone.”

She did just that, leaving them to talk. Bulma looked at him, “Thank you Veggie for defending me–last night and today.”

He shrugged, “You’re my girl of course I won’t let anything bad happen to you.” His face then darkened, “And how many times did I ask you not to call me Veggie?”

“It’s my nickname for you. It means I care. But I’ll stop if it bothers you–”

“You can call me that if you want. I guess it can grow on me.”


Her face brightened up, “Really, you don’t mind?”

“Believe me it’s not for free.”

As he spoke she noticed that Vegeta’s eyes were roaming over every inch of her as if looking right through her clothes. Her cheeks heated wuth arousal. “What do you mean?”

“I think you know what I mean.”


She inhaled softly, “I’m pretty sure what you want in return but, uh, why don’t you tell me so I don’t get the wrong idea.”

His eyes pierced her cerulean eyes and were practically leering into them. “I can see that you–”

Yamcha then ran up to them, his eyes only on Bulma. “Hey Blue. Can I talk to you right quick you know alone?” He said his eyes darting Vegeta’s way.

“Whatever you want to say to me I don’t want to hear it.”

“Fine I’ll say it right here than. I want you back Bulma and I don’t care–”

Bulma gave him a withering look, “Yamcha go away!”

“No not until you hear me out!”

“Not right now I’m busy right this minute with Vegeta–you know–my boyfriend.”

He wasn’t listening, not that he ever really did when it came to what she wanted. “You’re all I think about and it’s killing me that we’re not together and I just know you feel the same way–”

“Well she doesn’t. So why don’t you fuck off assface!”

“I wasn’t talking to you freak.”

Vegeta stood to his feet, “How about you step aside!”

“How about you go to hell!”

“Um guys–” Bulma said, noticing that a crowd was forming around them.

“Not now Bulms!” Yamcha said, facing off with Vegeta.

“Step aside or I’ll make you.”

Yamcha glared at him, obviously forgetting about the night at the party. “Hell. No.”

“Step aside!” He warned again, losing the little patience he had when it came to this guy. He came face to face with him when someone called his name and a camera flash went off. He stopped momentarily blinded then turned his head and scowled at Hakudoshi the school photographer. “Who the hell did that!” He snapped out.


Noticing that he was distracted, Yamcha put one hand on his massive chest and shoved him back. Vegeta whipped his neck to face his offender, an incredulous expression on his darkly handsome face. He seemed amazed–and indignant–that the weakling would dare touch him. Then Yamcha swung and hit him in the jaw, knocking him backwards a little.

“Yamcha stop it!” Bulma yelled, seeing Vegeta cradling his jaw.



Vegeta stood upright, his eyes glittering dangerously. “What are you kidding me?!” He asked in disbelief, his voice angry, and his dark brown eyes threatening. “Are you fucking crazy? You don’t know who the fuck you’re messing with.” Then laughs in a maniacal way. “I don’t think you want to do that ‘dude’.” He said spitting out blood.

“Do what?”

Vegeta then shoved him and replied, “Get in my face” He kept pushing him until Yamcha fell over some garbage cans. “C’mon bitch! Get up!”


Yamcha got up quickly, planting his feet apart, crouching slightly. “Get ready to get your ass handed to ya!”


He scoffed, “I sincerely doubt that.” He then smirked, relishing the look in Yamcha’s eyes: Fear. “You talk of good game–I’m sure you ain’t gonna back it!”

“C’mon then!” He roared.

“You want me, come and get me.”
Yamcha lowered his head like a bull and charged after Vegeta. He stood his ground until the very last second when he slightly stepped aside. Caught off balance, Yamcha sprawled on his face. He struggled to his feet, looking startled. There were two ugly cuts across his cheek in the shape of an X. He touched them and winced, blood smeared on the tips of his fingers. For a few tense moments, the two studied each other with sever expressions. Then, with a snarl, he charged again.

This time Vegeta let him in. They pinched, kicked, tussled–although Vegeta was much quicker and had more endurance than Yamcha did–Vegeta threw him as if he were as if he were a paper airplane showing his immense strength. Bulma watched the fight with new eyes–Vegeta definitely wasn’t like most guys.

“Enough!!! What’s going on?!” Principle Roshi asked, hands over his hips.

Kikyo ran up as soon as Bulma did, they both met him at the same time. “Well Vegeta went postal on Yamcha–”

“No Yamcha had started with Vegeta first–”

“He was only defending himself!!!” The girls said in unison. They glared at each other as soon as their sentence was finished.

“Ok. Enough! You two in my office!” Mr. Roshi said, motioning for the boys to follow him.

“What the hell happened?” Inuyasha demanded, seeing his brother go to the principles office. “Why the fuck is Vegeta going to the principles office?”

“He just got in a fight with Yamcha.” Bulma said, watching him disappear into the building.

“What?!” Goku and Inuyasha both exclaimed, unable to believe the words she said.


Bulma relayed what happened and sighed, sitting down at the table where Vegeta and her had been going over notes. “He never loses control.” Miroku mused, also unable to believe his brother had actually fought in school.

Krillin walked up, seeing the gloomy faces and asked, “What happened here?”

“Apparently Vegeta had just kicked Yamcha’s ass over Bulma.” Eighteen summarized; respect glowing in her crystal blue eyes. “I have to say, Vegeta is way better than the other guys you so-called dated.”


“Yeah, he is special.” Bulma said, looking to where Vegeta had last been seen.

What did you think of chapter 6? Am I doing aright so far? Let me know. L8ter.



P.S: TO inugurl91


I'm sorry that I said Shippo was the photographer when I meant he was their little brother... so I fixed it. Any more comments about this story please let me know. Thanks!!!


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