Love life: like it should be.
Ok, ok! Now, let me introduce myself in this first fic of mine! Like I said, this is the first time I write. ever; so don't go criticizing so soon on me. I'll take suggestions, flames & everything that comes in handy (though that doesn't mean that you can go insulting me all around without getting me set on fire!. Anyway, it all depends on my changes of mood ^__~). So, here it goes! Enjoy as much as you can from this crappy writing! I'll have to warn ya: as much as I love English, it's not my mother tongue, soooo. expect some mistakes (if that's the case, please feel free to tell me what I did wrong, so I can correct it!). Before I start with the story and the disclaimer (Oh! And the A/N's, of course), I'd like to thank Mystic for making me do this!!! ^__^ Oh yeah, she made me! By the way, my name's Rei Sakura Li (well, not really, that's my "alias" on the net!).
Disclaimer: Oh, yeah! I don't own 'em! I wish I did! So, anyone out there wanting to sue me. bugger off! I might own their OOC-ness, but aside from that. (God knows what I'd do if I really owned Veggie. he'd only be with me, and no one else!) Besides, think about it, if I really owned them, would Ii be writing these stories? Hell no, by this time what you're about to read would have been part of the anime! (Now's the part where everyone thanx ol' Kami for giving the artist talent to Mr. Toriyama and not to me!) OK, I'M OFFICIALY DOOMED TO SUCK AS A WRITER!
A/N: Obviously a V/B; Yamcha deep down in a trash can; some G/CC & K/18 as the side dish. Some in high school, and some after it! Not quite sure of what'll come out of my head. this is getting written as ideas come to my head, so, expect some possible changes in the plot according to what I'm tellin' ya now! Rating?? Mmm, tough one! Has some cussing, and may have some adult situations, but other than that. Dunno yet. Since I've never written a lemon in my life (just read a lot of them). go easy on me! I'm not sure if I can write one, I'm positively sure that I'm lacking of vocabulary in that department! ^__~ But I'll try coming as close to one as I can, without making crap out of my first "master piece" (yeah, sure! v_v. my ego, I swear, it could kill me!) OK, I'll stop my rambling! Let's get started!
~*~ Love life: like it should be. ~*~
A story by Rei Sakura Li.
I dedicate it to all those romantic souls out there that are waiting for the perfect love to enter their lives. and to my friends Mystic (thanx Viv!), Lucy-chan, Mikki-chan and Monji (Clau ^__~).
*.* = This stands for thinking. "." = This stands for talking. [.] = This stands for my saying stupid things, explaining and stuff that could come in handy at the time.
Chapter I
The alarm clock went off, ringing like there was no tomorrow [God, don't you hate it when that happens?!]. There was some movement under the sheets and then, you could hear the loud thud of someone connecting with the floor.
"Damn. I hate this." mumbled a still fast asleep 18-year-old boy. He got to his feet and started heading for the bathroom (which was connected to his room) in the dark while rubbing his eyes from the sleep. God, did he hit himself!! Yep, you guessed; the door to the washroom was closed.
"Why?! Why does this have to happen to me?! Did I ever do something to anybody to deserve this?!" whined the teenager. Turning the knob with one hand and feeling his nose for any bumps or fractures with the other, he got in front of his mirror, only to admire his ruffled raven black hair (which usually stood in the shape of a flame) and the groggy expression on his face. After sighing several times and resigning himself to the idea of having to go to school, he washed his teeth and face and combed his hair up, the way it should've been.
"What time is it anyway?" he asked aloud to no one in particular (of course, who else would be there?!), while rummaging through his closet to find something to wear for school.
"Twenty to eight." He turned around, only to find his mother Mahan at the door. "Hi sweetheart" she greeted.
He smiled lightly and said "Hi mom. What's up?"
"Oh! I came to tell you that breakfast is waiting for you at the table. Don't be late, ok?"
"I won't mom. Be right down there!" he answered while putting on a simple white T-shirt. His mother smiled to him and left him to his clothing.
Five minutes later we have our Veggie boy dressed with the already mentioned shirt (tucked inside his pants) and some navy blue casual pants on; black dressing boots on his feet and a button-up cotton dark blue shirt, left open. He got to the kitchen, greeted his mom -again- with a little peck on the cheek, "hi-ed" his dad [let's call him Vejita, so that we don't get confused], who was reading the paper, and ruffled his younger sister's -Vega [I love that name for every Veggie's little sister]- hair; then sat down beside her.
"Veggie, when do you finish school? Are ya gonna go to college?" asked Vega seeing her brother inhale his pancakes.
"Well." he said, then gulped down the rest of the food remaining inside his mouth. "I have still about four months to go. After that I have my summer period; and just then will I go to college-." he got interrupted.
"Yeah, sweetie, that'll happen if he passes his exams!" Added his father full of sarcasm.
"Vejita! Leave him alone; he's trying very hard to pass every subject his got." Replied Mahan.
"Father, I'm working on it. I've been lazy before, but I really wanna go off to college." Vegeta finished with his breakfast, wiped his mouth with the napkin and got up from his seat. "Ok, I'm off to school. Come on Vega, I'll take you to yours."
Vega, being the 10-yaer-old that she was, went to primary school near Vegeta's high school. "Ok. Bye mom!", she kissed her goodbye and then went to her father and did the same thing, "bye dad!".
"Bye kiddo!" he pecked her on the forehead.
Then, the two kids left the house. Vegeta got into his car, a fine dark green Rover 45, and drove off, with his sister on the back seat.
~*~*~*~
"Bulma, honey, wake up! It's time for you to go to school! It's already 7:30!" yelled her mother, Mrs. Tess Briefs, from the kitchen.
"Uh? It's only 7:30." Bulma groggily yawned from under the blankets. "Oh God! It's 7:30! And I still have to take a shower!". She ran all around the bedroom trying to find the clothes she'd wear today and basically flew into the bathroom, slamming the door shut in the process.
*Ah! She's already up*, thought her father, the famous inventor Dr. Briefs, as he passed by his daughter's opened bedroom door, in his way downstairs.
Ten minutes later (a record time for Bulma in the shower) our blue-haired protagonist came out of her bathroom with a towel wrapped around her well- endowed body. She put on her panties, her bra and her white tank top, and then pulled on her knee-length midnight blue skirt, that hugged her hip beautifully. Then came her high-heeled blue sandals, and she took off down stairs to eat something, grabbing her white leather coat on the way.
Once down, she ate some toasts, drank an orange juice glass, kissed her father and mother goodbye, and went running to the front door. She suddenly stopped to look at herself in the mirror one more time [the hair, ladies, the hair!], then picked her backpack from the floor and just before exiting through the awaiting open door, she asked "Hey, mom, or dad! When is Alex coming back?"; meaning Alex her six-years-her-senior brother.
"Wednesday, next week, dear!" yelled her mother, still from the kitchen.
"Oh, ok! Thanks! Bye!" and she closed [more like slammed] the door on her way out. Once on her garage entrance, she got out a capsule from her jacket pocket, pushed the button on the side, and let it fall to the ground. There it "puffed" open to reveal a navy blue Mustang.
"Oh yeah, baby! Blue's the color!" And she had her reasons for saying that, due not only to her hair color, but to her beautiful sapphire eyes as well. Bulma got in her car and drove off very fast; she had to get to school on time and had only ten minutes to do so.
~*~*~*~
When Bulma got to school, she had only two minutes or so to get to her class or she'd be late. She parked her car between a gray BMW Z8 and a white Isuzu Rodeo Sport.
"All right! Chi and Juu are here! The only thing I have to do is run. before they kill me for being late, yet again!" She grabbed her bag and ran for the school's main building. When turning round a corner she bumped into someone, someone as hard as a rock, and fell to the ground.
"Ow! That hurt! Geez' who put that wall there?", she whined while getting up and rubbing her sore butt. "Sorry 'bout tha-." she stopped upon seeing who she had run into in the hallway. There stood Vegeta stunned, but recovering quite quickly and starting to frown.
"Oh, it's you Vegeta! Sorry. I didn't mean to bump into ya!"
"Sorry?! Woman that hurt! Not much, but geez'! Would it kill you to look up while you're running?!" said loudly a very displeased Vegeta.
"Woman?! Gods, Vegeta! I said I was sorry! And would it kill YOU to call me by my name?! Bul-ma! Bulma!" she screeched upset. "Anyways, where were you going?" asked the girl forgetting about the argument.
"Nowhere in particular, just class. for which you'll be running late if you don't hurry." He said while showing her his famous smirk.
"Oh Gods! Chi and Juu will kill me! I said I'd talk to them before class! Shit, shit, shit!" she cussed as she started running again. "See ya in class! Save me a seat! Will ya?"
"Ok." He replied watching her leave. He turned around and walked again in the direction of his first class. *God, is she nice.* He smiled a small smile at this thought.
~*~*~*~
"Bulma! Hurry! Here you go." said a raven-haired girl while handing her friend a few books. This was Chi chi, one of her two best female friends; hence, she knew her locker combination. She was 18 years old and knew Bulma since they were seven. They had grown up together and each felt the other like a sister. Chi chi had been dating Goku for four years now. Goku, a tall, weird-black-haired man, also 18, was Bulma's best male friend. "We'll talk later. Juu and Krillin already left for their classes. Now go!"
"Thanks Chi! Hi Goku!" She grabbed her books, turned 180 degrees on her heels [pretty tough, if you ask me], and ran back the same way she had come from. "See ya later guys!"
"Hi B! See ya!" said Goku. Then he took her girlfriends hand in his, kissed her lightly and started walking in the opposite direction in which Bulma had taken off running. The bell rang.
~*~*~*~
Bulma heard the bell and ran faster, if possible for her legs (remember that she had on high heels AND a skirt). When she got to her class the door was still open, which meant that the teacher wasn't there yet.
She sighed in relief. "Great, I made it!"
"Made what? If I may ask Ms. Briefs." Bulma looked backwards and right there, behind her, was her science teacher, Mrs. Isalb. "You didn't happen to be running late AGAIN, did you?" Bulma gulped. "Ah! If it weren't for you being my best student in this class, I'd have to do something about your tardiness, young lady!" She winked at Bulma and proceeded to close the door behind her, as she got in the classroom.
"I'm very sorry Mrs. Isalb. This won't happen again! Thank you very much." Thanked a very relieved Bulma.
"Now, to your seat so that I may start the lesson."
"Yes ma'am!" Bulma walked to the back off the room and plopped down on the seat beside Vegeta's, who, as usual, was smirking at her for pulling that kind of stunts off, at their science group table.
"Nice job, Woman! You almost didn't make it to class! I was betting on you being sent to the principal's office this time." He mocked.
"Bulma, Vegeta. My name is Bulma. I hate it when you call me Woman. It's so demeaning." She growled.
"Ok, ok! So. are we studying tonight or what? You said you'd help me study for my exams and I got a math quiz exam tomorrow."
"Yeah, but let's talk about it later. She's gonna-." she was interrupted by a 'Miss Briefs, Mr. Ouji, would you be so kind as to let me start my lesson?' from their teacher. That shut them up all right, especially Bulma, who was already in a lot of trouble. She and Vegeta turned their faces to the black board and started paying attention to what would be a very easy class for Bulma, and a 'trying-to-get-through-it' class for her companion. And so the day started. Another boring Monday.
~*~*~*~
So??? That was it for the first chapter! I know it's a very short chapter, but I just started this fic and I don't want to screw it up. You know? It's very hard! ~snif~ I hadn't pictured it like this! I mean writing! He worst part is that I don't have anything planned, so. This is even harder! I write while ideas come to my mind. I almost messed up in there. ^__^ I promise I'll write another chapter soon. It's 2 a.m. here at home (I live in Argentina), and I'm very tired. Furthermore, I haven't read a single fic the whole day!!!! Besides, I wanna rest so I can write some more tomorrow! ^__~
Ok, I'm going now! Please review! But please don't kill me yet because of the OOC-ness! I really like Veggie better this way! =P I wanna know what you think about this lame fic so far! I'll have to warn ya that you learn almost nothing about the plot from this first chapter. The next one will get more to it. I didn't tell ya this earlier, but it's just a simple romantic story between the end of high school and the beginning of life in college. I'm 18 and about to start my studies in the university, and I'm still hoping to fall in love with a great man. My yearnings and dreams are what I hope this fic will turn out to be, so that Veggie and B-chan fall in love the way I had hoped for me to happen. ^___^
See ya in the next chapter! Kisses and hugs, Rei!
Ok, ok! Now, let me introduce myself in this first fic of mine! Like I said, this is the first time I write. ever; so don't go criticizing so soon on me. I'll take suggestions, flames & everything that comes in handy (though that doesn't mean that you can go insulting me all around without getting me set on fire!. Anyway, it all depends on my changes of mood ^__~). So, here it goes! Enjoy as much as you can from this crappy writing! I'll have to warn ya: as much as I love English, it's not my mother tongue, soooo. expect some mistakes (if that's the case, please feel free to tell me what I did wrong, so I can correct it!). Before I start with the story and the disclaimer (Oh! And the A/N's, of course), I'd like to thank Mystic for making me do this!!! ^__^ Oh yeah, she made me! By the way, my name's Rei Sakura Li (well, not really, that's my "alias" on the net!).
Disclaimer: Oh, yeah! I don't own 'em! I wish I did! So, anyone out there wanting to sue me. bugger off! I might own their OOC-ness, but aside from that. (God knows what I'd do if I really owned Veggie. he'd only be with me, and no one else!) Besides, think about it, if I really owned them, would Ii be writing these stories? Hell no, by this time what you're about to read would have been part of the anime! (Now's the part where everyone thanx ol' Kami for giving the artist talent to Mr. Toriyama and not to me!) OK, I'M OFFICIALY DOOMED TO SUCK AS A WRITER!
A/N: Obviously a V/B; Yamcha deep down in a trash can; some G/CC & K/18 as the side dish. Some in high school, and some after it! Not quite sure of what'll come out of my head. this is getting written as ideas come to my head, so, expect some possible changes in the plot according to what I'm tellin' ya now! Rating?? Mmm, tough one! Has some cussing, and may have some adult situations, but other than that. Dunno yet. Since I've never written a lemon in my life (just read a lot of them). go easy on me! I'm not sure if I can write one, I'm positively sure that I'm lacking of vocabulary in that department! ^__~ But I'll try coming as close to one as I can, without making crap out of my first "master piece" (yeah, sure! v_v. my ego, I swear, it could kill me!) OK, I'll stop my rambling! Let's get started!
~*~ Love life: like it should be. ~*~
A story by Rei Sakura Li.
I dedicate it to all those romantic souls out there that are waiting for the perfect love to enter their lives. and to my friends Mystic (thanx Viv!), Lucy-chan, Mikki-chan and Monji (Clau ^__~).
*.* = This stands for thinking. "." = This stands for talking. [.] = This stands for my saying stupid things, explaining and stuff that could come in handy at the time.
Chapter I
The alarm clock went off, ringing like there was no tomorrow [God, don't you hate it when that happens?!]. There was some movement under the sheets and then, you could hear the loud thud of someone connecting with the floor.
"Damn. I hate this." mumbled a still fast asleep 18-year-old boy. He got to his feet and started heading for the bathroom (which was connected to his room) in the dark while rubbing his eyes from the sleep. God, did he hit himself!! Yep, you guessed; the door to the washroom was closed.
"Why?! Why does this have to happen to me?! Did I ever do something to anybody to deserve this?!" whined the teenager. Turning the knob with one hand and feeling his nose for any bumps or fractures with the other, he got in front of his mirror, only to admire his ruffled raven black hair (which usually stood in the shape of a flame) and the groggy expression on his face. After sighing several times and resigning himself to the idea of having to go to school, he washed his teeth and face and combed his hair up, the way it should've been.
"What time is it anyway?" he asked aloud to no one in particular (of course, who else would be there?!), while rummaging through his closet to find something to wear for school.
"Twenty to eight." He turned around, only to find his mother Mahan at the door. "Hi sweetheart" she greeted.
He smiled lightly and said "Hi mom. What's up?"
"Oh! I came to tell you that breakfast is waiting for you at the table. Don't be late, ok?"
"I won't mom. Be right down there!" he answered while putting on a simple white T-shirt. His mother smiled to him and left him to his clothing.
Five minutes later we have our Veggie boy dressed with the already mentioned shirt (tucked inside his pants) and some navy blue casual pants on; black dressing boots on his feet and a button-up cotton dark blue shirt, left open. He got to the kitchen, greeted his mom -again- with a little peck on the cheek, "hi-ed" his dad [let's call him Vejita, so that we don't get confused], who was reading the paper, and ruffled his younger sister's -Vega [I love that name for every Veggie's little sister]- hair; then sat down beside her.
"Veggie, when do you finish school? Are ya gonna go to college?" asked Vega seeing her brother inhale his pancakes.
"Well." he said, then gulped down the rest of the food remaining inside his mouth. "I have still about four months to go. After that I have my summer period; and just then will I go to college-." he got interrupted.
"Yeah, sweetie, that'll happen if he passes his exams!" Added his father full of sarcasm.
"Vejita! Leave him alone; he's trying very hard to pass every subject his got." Replied Mahan.
"Father, I'm working on it. I've been lazy before, but I really wanna go off to college." Vegeta finished with his breakfast, wiped his mouth with the napkin and got up from his seat. "Ok, I'm off to school. Come on Vega, I'll take you to yours."
Vega, being the 10-yaer-old that she was, went to primary school near Vegeta's high school. "Ok. Bye mom!", she kissed her goodbye and then went to her father and did the same thing, "bye dad!".
"Bye kiddo!" he pecked her on the forehead.
Then, the two kids left the house. Vegeta got into his car, a fine dark green Rover 45, and drove off, with his sister on the back seat.
~*~*~*~
"Bulma, honey, wake up! It's time for you to go to school! It's already 7:30!" yelled her mother, Mrs. Tess Briefs, from the kitchen.
"Uh? It's only 7:30." Bulma groggily yawned from under the blankets. "Oh God! It's 7:30! And I still have to take a shower!". She ran all around the bedroom trying to find the clothes she'd wear today and basically flew into the bathroom, slamming the door shut in the process.
*Ah! She's already up*, thought her father, the famous inventor Dr. Briefs, as he passed by his daughter's opened bedroom door, in his way downstairs.
Ten minutes later (a record time for Bulma in the shower) our blue-haired protagonist came out of her bathroom with a towel wrapped around her well- endowed body. She put on her panties, her bra and her white tank top, and then pulled on her knee-length midnight blue skirt, that hugged her hip beautifully. Then came her high-heeled blue sandals, and she took off down stairs to eat something, grabbing her white leather coat on the way.
Once down, she ate some toasts, drank an orange juice glass, kissed her father and mother goodbye, and went running to the front door. She suddenly stopped to look at herself in the mirror one more time [the hair, ladies, the hair!], then picked her backpack from the floor and just before exiting through the awaiting open door, she asked "Hey, mom, or dad! When is Alex coming back?"; meaning Alex her six-years-her-senior brother.
"Wednesday, next week, dear!" yelled her mother, still from the kitchen.
"Oh, ok! Thanks! Bye!" and she closed [more like slammed] the door on her way out. Once on her garage entrance, she got out a capsule from her jacket pocket, pushed the button on the side, and let it fall to the ground. There it "puffed" open to reveal a navy blue Mustang.
"Oh yeah, baby! Blue's the color!" And she had her reasons for saying that, due not only to her hair color, but to her beautiful sapphire eyes as well. Bulma got in her car and drove off very fast; she had to get to school on time and had only ten minutes to do so.
~*~*~*~
When Bulma got to school, she had only two minutes or so to get to her class or she'd be late. She parked her car between a gray BMW Z8 and a white Isuzu Rodeo Sport.
"All right! Chi and Juu are here! The only thing I have to do is run. before they kill me for being late, yet again!" She grabbed her bag and ran for the school's main building. When turning round a corner she bumped into someone, someone as hard as a rock, and fell to the ground.
"Ow! That hurt! Geez' who put that wall there?", she whined while getting up and rubbing her sore butt. "Sorry 'bout tha-." she stopped upon seeing who she had run into in the hallway. There stood Vegeta stunned, but recovering quite quickly and starting to frown.
"Oh, it's you Vegeta! Sorry. I didn't mean to bump into ya!"
"Sorry?! Woman that hurt! Not much, but geez'! Would it kill you to look up while you're running?!" said loudly a very displeased Vegeta.
"Woman?! Gods, Vegeta! I said I was sorry! And would it kill YOU to call me by my name?! Bul-ma! Bulma!" she screeched upset. "Anyways, where were you going?" asked the girl forgetting about the argument.
"Nowhere in particular, just class. for which you'll be running late if you don't hurry." He said while showing her his famous smirk.
"Oh Gods! Chi and Juu will kill me! I said I'd talk to them before class! Shit, shit, shit!" she cussed as she started running again. "See ya in class! Save me a seat! Will ya?"
"Ok." He replied watching her leave. He turned around and walked again in the direction of his first class. *God, is she nice.* He smiled a small smile at this thought.
~*~*~*~
"Bulma! Hurry! Here you go." said a raven-haired girl while handing her friend a few books. This was Chi chi, one of her two best female friends; hence, she knew her locker combination. She was 18 years old and knew Bulma since they were seven. They had grown up together and each felt the other like a sister. Chi chi had been dating Goku for four years now. Goku, a tall, weird-black-haired man, also 18, was Bulma's best male friend. "We'll talk later. Juu and Krillin already left for their classes. Now go!"
"Thanks Chi! Hi Goku!" She grabbed her books, turned 180 degrees on her heels [pretty tough, if you ask me], and ran back the same way she had come from. "See ya later guys!"
"Hi B! See ya!" said Goku. Then he took her girlfriends hand in his, kissed her lightly and started walking in the opposite direction in which Bulma had taken off running. The bell rang.
~*~*~*~
Bulma heard the bell and ran faster, if possible for her legs (remember that she had on high heels AND a skirt). When she got to her class the door was still open, which meant that the teacher wasn't there yet.
She sighed in relief. "Great, I made it!"
"Made what? If I may ask Ms. Briefs." Bulma looked backwards and right there, behind her, was her science teacher, Mrs. Isalb. "You didn't happen to be running late AGAIN, did you?" Bulma gulped. "Ah! If it weren't for you being my best student in this class, I'd have to do something about your tardiness, young lady!" She winked at Bulma and proceeded to close the door behind her, as she got in the classroom.
"I'm very sorry Mrs. Isalb. This won't happen again! Thank you very much." Thanked a very relieved Bulma.
"Now, to your seat so that I may start the lesson."
"Yes ma'am!" Bulma walked to the back off the room and plopped down on the seat beside Vegeta's, who, as usual, was smirking at her for pulling that kind of stunts off, at their science group table.
"Nice job, Woman! You almost didn't make it to class! I was betting on you being sent to the principal's office this time." He mocked.
"Bulma, Vegeta. My name is Bulma. I hate it when you call me Woman. It's so demeaning." She growled.
"Ok, ok! So. are we studying tonight or what? You said you'd help me study for my exams and I got a math quiz exam tomorrow."
"Yeah, but let's talk about it later. She's gonna-." she was interrupted by a 'Miss Briefs, Mr. Ouji, would you be so kind as to let me start my lesson?' from their teacher. That shut them up all right, especially Bulma, who was already in a lot of trouble. She and Vegeta turned their faces to the black board and started paying attention to what would be a very easy class for Bulma, and a 'trying-to-get-through-it' class for her companion. And so the day started. Another boring Monday.
~*~*~*~
So??? That was it for the first chapter! I know it's a very short chapter, but I just started this fic and I don't want to screw it up. You know? It's very hard! ~snif~ I hadn't pictured it like this! I mean writing! He worst part is that I don't have anything planned, so. This is even harder! I write while ideas come to my mind. I almost messed up in there. ^__^ I promise I'll write another chapter soon. It's 2 a.m. here at home (I live in Argentina), and I'm very tired. Furthermore, I haven't read a single fic the whole day!!!! Besides, I wanna rest so I can write some more tomorrow! ^__~
Ok, I'm going now! Please review! But please don't kill me yet because of the OOC-ness! I really like Veggie better this way! =P I wanna know what you think about this lame fic so far! I'll have to warn ya that you learn almost nothing about the plot from this first chapter. The next one will get more to it. I didn't tell ya this earlier, but it's just a simple romantic story between the end of high school and the beginning of life in college. I'm 18 and about to start my studies in the university, and I'm still hoping to fall in love with a great man. My yearnings and dreams are what I hope this fic will turn out to be, so that Veggie and B-chan fall in love the way I had hoped for me to happen. ^___^
See ya in the next chapter! Kisses and hugs, Rei!