The senior trip to Camp Conestoga had finally arrived and Bulma was all too excited. It had been a long, grueling school year and finally they were getting a break. The bus was a little crowded, but Bulma was sitting with her longtime best friend, Chi-Chi, so she didn't mind too much. A few guys up toward the front were singing songs from a local band, Orange Vegetation. Actually, the band members went to her school.
"Evil can no longer govern their minds, if this disturbs you then walk away, you will remember the night you were struck by the sight of… ten thousand fists in the air!" One boy sang loudly over the others, the lead singer, Vegeta Ouji.
"Bulma!" Chi-Chi screamed.
"Huh? Oh… sorry Chi-Chi, were you saying something?"
"Nothing really, just trying to get your attention. 18 wanted you."
Bulma turned her head to look at her, while 18 was asking for advice from Bulma about her boyfriend, a stray pop bottle can flying back and hit Bulma square in the nose. The three girls screamed and the bus pulled over.
"What's going on back there?" The bus driver yelled.
"It's my fault!" They heard a boy yell back. Suddenly, Bulma felt a large hand on her shoulder. "Hey, are you alright?"
She looked up, and was about to cuss him out, but then she realized that the boy was none other than Vegeta. "Wha—oh! Yeah, yeah I'm fine…"
"I'm really sorry about that…" He leaned down and picked up the bottle. "The air from the window caught it and pulled it out of my hand, I'm really sorry…"
"It's okay, really…"
"Hey… what's your name? Are you new?"
"Sort of… I moved here in the beginning of the year."
"Oh, alright, well… my name's--"
"Vegeta, I know. I think everyone knows. My name's Bulma."
"Nice to meet you." He said, smiling at her with the whitest and straightest teeth she had ever seen.
"Vegeta! Get back up in your seat!"
"Oh… gotta go… hey, talk to me when we get there, okay?"
"Yeah… alright…" He waved and went back up to his seat. Chi-Chi and 18 just stared at Bulma. "What?"
"I can't believe you just talked to him…" 18 said, crossing her arms.
"What's so bad about him?"
"He's a jerk! And a heartbreaker… don't mess with him, okay? Besides, when did the whole 'popular guy' thing appeal to you?"
"It doesn't matter that he's popular, he's just really nice…"
"Pssh… yeah, right now. Just stay away from him, okay?" She opened up her book and stayed quiet the rest of the ride.