All of This
Chapter One
With all of this I know now
Everything inside of my head
It all just goes to show how
Nothing I know changes me at all
Again I waited for this to change instead
To tear the world in two
Another night with her
But I'm always wanting you.
She's all I need
She's all I dream
She's all I'm always wanting
She's all I need
She's all I dream
She's all I'm always wanting you
"All of This"- Blink 182
If there was one thing Vegeta Ouji was good at, it was being bad. Beginning his senior year at West Academy, he was a legend in the hallways. Attractive, intelligent, and a bad ass at heart, he oozed coolness. And I'm not half bad at pleasing the ladies he thought to himself with a smirk.
Hopping over one of the many leather couches in the common room, he settled himself in beside his best friend 18, who proceeded to give him a well placed punch in the shoulder.
"What the hell was that for?" he protested. She gave him a mock frown,
"Where were you last night? I was stuck on this awful date and I needed you to rescue me, you jerk!"
Vegeta pondered for a moment, trying to recall where he'd been, or more specifically, who he'd been with.
"Oh, come on Veggie. You can't be that much of a slut!" 18 teased.
"No, I really can't remember what I did last night. I was at home," he explained. The blonde-haired girl nodded sombrely. They rarely spoke of Vegeta's home life, especially when his dad was around. 18 wasn't entirely sure what his dad had done to make Vegeta hate him so much, and she wasn't about to pry again to get him to spill information. It always ended in them arguing about it, and she didn't feel like fighting on the first day of school.
"Well, at any rate, I'm going to make a new pledge this year to find a guy who's actually worth my time," she stated. Vegeta laughed at the heroic look on the girl's face. Every year was the same. The closet-romantic 18 would vow that she would find true love, but would never date a guy more than once, finding infinite flaws upon first impression.
"Well, maybe if you tried giving a guy another chance, you might find someone who you can at least get along with," he pointed out. 18 gave him a look of shock.
"Second-date? Never! I can't believe you would even suggest such a grotesque notion. You of all people, Vegeta!"
"Well you'll never find someone sitting here on your fat ass," he countered.
"At least I'll find someone eventually, not like Mr. High and mighty here waiting for a princess that'll never show up at this shitty school," she said vehemently. Vegeta gave her a menacing scowl. He hated when she let the notion into her head that he was waiting for some sort of true love. He didn't want love, or some bitchy girlfriend clamouring for his attention at all hours. He just wanted to finish school and get out of this city, away from his father. After that he would decide what to do with his life. He grumbled for a moment to himself, until 18 swore loudly,
"Shit! We're going to be late if we don't get a move on." Sure enough, the common room was nearly empty as students bustled towards their first classes of the year. He wasn't looking forward to it like the rest of them seemed to. Another year, learning math and science and English like idiots, and never being able to use those skills unless he became an astro-physicist or a poet. Begrudgingly he rose from his seat, following 18 as she trotted down the hall.
A pretty girl, 18 was almost like a female version of himself. She was smart when she needed to be, could party like a rock star but hated all of the pretentious bullshit their classmates were so obsessed with. Deep down she was a hopeless romantic, but to all the men she dated, she was cold and hard, like an android stuck with human emotions. Sometimes he felt alien himself, like he was supposed to enjoy all of the mindless drabble that filled the school's hallways.
Suddenly his thoughts whirled back to the present as he caught sight of a familiar girl with her uniform skirt rolled to show off her legs. She was standing beside her locker talking with her friends, rolling her light blue hair boredly with her finger.
"18, let's cut through this way," he said, grabbing 18's hand and pulling her down another hallway quickly, hoping she hadn't seen him.
"Vegeta, what the hell?" 18 questioned as he dragged her down the hall. Once he was confident she hadn't seen him, he slowed down and released his death grip on his friend's arm.
"Maron," he stated simply, a look of disgust creeping on his face, like he'd just smelled dog shit. Maron was a preppy, annoying girl he'd dated the year before, and subsequently broken up with when he'd grown bored with her mindless, vapid conversation. He hadn't seen her since the beginning of summer, but he really wasn't in the mood to be caught by her and have his ear talked off by her and her bitchy friends. It was bad enough he'd had to listen to her for a few months while they'd dated, but now he was pretty sure she was pissed off at him and would attempt to give him a piece of her mind. Not that she could spare it.
"Ugh. Stupid whore is going to make me late for class!" 18 growled, "Now that your pansy ass was too afraid to go near her we're going to have to take the long route."
"I'm not afraid to go near her," Vegeta replied in disdain as 18 set a frantic pace towards their classes.
"Then why couldn't we have just gone by her and ignored her?"
"Because you know there is no ignoring that voice. 'Oh my god Vegeta what the fuck is wrong with you, you nasty perv! I tried calling you every night for weeks and I cried myself to sleep thinking about you with other girls,'" he said, raising his voice to a high-pitched whine. 18 stifled a giggle at his impression.
"That's a good one, you know," she said.
Vegeta was about to reply when crashed into another student, his books flying all over the halls and his papers spilling onto the floors.
"What the fuck is wrong with you!" he screamed angrily, shocked to see the small body of a very pretty, blue haired girl in front of him. Unlike Maron's stringy hair, this girl's mane looked like polished sapphire, and her uniform clung to her curves in a most appealing way. He almost licked his lips at the sight of her, vowing to find out who this girl was. Then he saw another senior standing beside her, helping her gather her books. Yamcha, the school's biggest pussy. He and Yamcha had never gotten along. Vegeta found him weak and impressionable, and hardly worthy of speaking to. How in the world did he come to claim such a hot girl?
"Don't talk to her that way, asshole," he spat at Vegeta, clenching his fist as if readying himself for a fight.
"Careful there, Yammikins, wouldn't want to get yourself hurt now, would you? You know you're no match for me," Vegeta drawled, his lips forming his trademark smirk.
"Just leave it, Yamcha. This guy is just a fuck-head anyway," the girl muttered as she grabbed her boyfriend's hand and pulled him away.
"Say that to my face, bitch!" Vegeta called after her. The girl merely lifted her middle finger in salute to him and sauntered off, leaving him enraged.
"Come on, Vegeta, cool off," 18's voice intruded his thoughts. He turned his gaze from the girl and hurriedly gathered his things.
"Who the fuck is that chick anyways? Who does she think she is?" he muttered, stuffing his papers into his book-bag to avoid dropping them again. 18 looked at him, surprised that he didn't know.
"That's Bulma Briefs. You know, heir to the Briefs Empire? Capsule Corp?" she said expectantly. Vegeta scowled even deeper. He should have known it would be someone of importance. Capsule Corp was a household name these days. Her father's company was higher ranking than even the Ouji Empire. With his luck she'd be going to all of the same parties as his family this year now that she was living in West City.
"When did she move here?" he questioned.
"I don't know, probably during the summer. Anyways, just stay away from her Vegeta. She seems like a nice girl." Vegeta almost choked,
"What? 18, you hate girls," he pointed out. The girl shrugged.
"I hate most girls, that's true, but maybe it's the year for a new start. It's not like you give the best advice out there, anyway," she stated.
"You're kidding me. You're going to be friends with that girl?"
"You don't run my life, Ouji. I can make my own choices. And yeah, maybe I'll be friends with her. Does that bother you?" she asked, stopping in front of him and planting her hands on her hips for effect.
"No, do whatever the fuck you want, you're a big girl," he said, shrugging and continuing his march.
"And just what is that supposed to mean? You think I should lose weight?" she nearly screamed in his ear. He sighed and turned to face her.
"No, woman. You know what I meant so just shut up and let's get to class," he said boredly. She pouted for a moment before scurrying on behind him.
They entered the class just as the bell rang and Vegeta took the only seat available… right beside Bulma Briefs. He smirked slightly as she huffed angrily beside him. Yes, this was going to be an interesting year.
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