"I absolutely hate Yamcha, Chi!" Bulma raged as she slammed her locker closed. Chi-Chi frowned, "What'd he do now?" She asked. Bulma faced her, "He was late, again!" She yelled. Chi-Chi frowned deeper, "Again?" She inquired. Bulma frowned, "I know! It's the fifth time!" She grumbled. Chi-Chi shook her head, "Do you think he's using again?" She questioned. Bulma gasped, "Oh my god! He better not be!" She shrieked. Chi-Chi shrugged, and went to her class. She sat down in her desk, waiting for class to start.
The bell rang, and the teacher began, well, teaching. She sighed in boredom, and twirled her pen. The door banged open, and a surly looking guy came in. Bulma's eyes tracked him across the room. "Well class! We have a new student! Mr. Ouji, would you like to say anything?" Mr. Popo asked. Vegeta looked at the class, "I'm Vegeta Ouji." He stated. Since that was clearly all he had to say, he sat down. He was in the seat in front of her, so she had a clear view of him.
He wore baggy blue jeans and a large black pullover. He haphazardly threw his bag under the seat, and leaned back in his chair. Bulma frowned, He wasn't very tall for a guy. She watched him for the rest of class, not paying any attention to her simplistic work. There was something mysterious about him that piqued her interest. The bell rang, and she stood outside the classroom, waiting on Yamcha. When he never came, she went searching for him. She saw him run into a bathroom. She scowled, "Yamcha! You better not be in there getting high!" She warned. He didn't reply. She sighed, and walked into the boys bathroom. She walked over to the stall, and found him, with a girl on her knees, giving him head. Yamcha's eyes widened, "Bulma..." he muttered.
"Maron!" Bulma shouted. Maron looked at her guiltily, "Sorry Bulma." She apologized, running out of the bathroom. Yamcha pulled up his pants, "Bulma-" he started. Bulma turned, and ran towards the exit. She ran into a big person. She looked up to see Vegeta. She shoved passed him, and ran out of the bathroom, tears streaming down her cheeks. She ran down the stairs to the auditorium. She walked up the stairs to the projection room, and shut herself inside, crying her eyes out in a secluded corner.
She sat there for hours, she thought she heard footsteps, but there was no one there. Chi-Chi finally found her, "Oh, baby! We've been looking every where for you!" She exclaimed. Bulma sniffed, "How'd you find me?" She asked. Chi-Chi stroked her hair, "Oh, that new kid, Vegeta? Asked me if we knew each other, and said you were hiding up here." She explained. Bulma looked at her curiously, "How...? Oh, I heard the door open, it nust've been him." She muttered. Chi-Chi put her hand on Bulma's cheek, "Here, I'll take you home." She offered, pulling her friend into a one arm hug. Bulma nodded, "Yeah, Okay." She mumbled. Chi-Chi hoisted her up, and walked her outside.
She put Bulma in the car and drove off.
Bulma decided to stay home the next few days and wallow in her self pity. She threw the fourth empty box of tissues on the ground, and the doorbell rang. She went to the door to find Vegeta, "Oh, what are you doing here?" She asked, her nose stuffy. Vegeta shoved her her homework, "The teacher asked me to give it to you." He said gruffly. Bulma nodded, "Well, thanks." She thanked. Vegeta grunted, "Whatever." He huffed.
"Bulma?" Bulma's eyes darted to Yamcha, who stood with a box of chocolates, and a bouquet of roses. Vegeta turned and looked at him. The spiky haired boy snorted. Yamcha glared at Vegeta, "What are you doing here?" He demanded. Vegeta scowled, "Delivering her homework, which I hear I have you to thank for? Word is you couldn't keep your pants on. Do me a favor, next time you want to unwind, think about how it affects other people first." He growled. Yamcha was about to retaliate, but Bulma cut in, "Enough! Vegeta, Go!" She ordered. Vegeta scoffed, and got in his car, speeding down the road. "Bulma-" Yamcha tried. "You too." She hissed. "But-" Bulma slammed the door in his face.
Bulma returned to school the next day. She was seeking out Vegeta, she was walking towards the lunchroom when she stopped in her tracks. She hadn't once seen Vegeta in the lunch room. Why had he been in the projection room when she was? It had been around lunchtime when he had accidentally found her. She turned on her heels and made her way to the projection room. She pushed open the door, and found Vegeta sitting alone, playing on his phone. She slid down next to him, and he looked up at her. "Yes?" He growled. Bulma gulped, "I just wanted to thank you. You know, for uh, bringing me my homework." She mumbled. Vegeta scowled, "I really didn't care, the dipshit teacher made me." He grumbled. Bulma frowned, "I kinda came her to avoid the stares too." She admitted bashfully. Vegeta glanced at her, "Fine." He huffed, "I hope you don't have as bad a taste in food as dudes." He said.
Bulma laughed, "That would be bad. Okay, so it was last year and this guy asked me on a date. He rented a Redbox movie and made a pizza. We were watching the movie and the oven beeped so the pizza was done. He looked me dead in the eye and said, "This is the worst part." I then watched this boy open the oven and pull the pizza out with his bare hands, rack and all, screaming at the top of his lungs. We never had a second date." She laughed. Vegeta snorted, "Wow." He muttered, "That kid sounds like an idiot." He laughed. Bulma smiled, "He totally was though!" She giggled.
Vegeta snorted, "I failed the first quarter of a class in middle school, so I made a fake report card. I did this every quarter that year. I forgot that they mail home the end-of-year cards, and my mom got it before I could intercept with my fake. She was PISSED—at the school for their error. The teacher also retired that year and had already thrown out his records, so they had to take my mother's "proof" (the fake ones I made throughout the year) and "correct" the "mistake." I've never told her the truth." He told her. Bulma laughed, "That sounds like something you'd do." She muttered. Vegeta grinned, "That was my best school year ever." He said. Bulma laughed harder, "That is so sad!" She exclaimed.
Vegeta smirked, "Why don't pedophiles compete in races?" He asked. Bulma looked nervous and shrugged. "They always come in a little behind." He joked. Bulma giggled, "Oh my god! That is terrible!" She laughed. They spent the rest of lunch cracking jokes and telling storys. The bell rang, and Bulma and Vegeta walked out of the projection room. Chi-Chi ran up to her friend, "Hey B! I didn't see you at lunch, how come?" She asked. Bulma shrugged, "Just didn't want people staring at me I guess." She replied. Chi-Chi took that reply, and left for her class. Bulma stepped into her class, surprised to see Vegeta there. (Remember? She's been out since the day he got there, and she left after lunch, so she hasn't been to that class.)
"Hey! You have this class too?" She asked. Vegeta nodded. The bell rang, and the teacher was reading off pairings for the project they were doing.
"...Amber and Jonas, Mary and Nate, Bulma and Vegeta, Yamcha and Maron..." Yamcha glared at Vegeta as Bulma fist pumped. Vegeta rolled his eyes at her, a hint of a smirk on his face. "Okay, So we'll meet up after school to talk ray gun." She offered. Vegeta nodded, "K." He muttered.