Chapter One
"Vegeta meet Mrs. Breifs' lovely daughter, Bulma. "Vegeta's black haired mother spoke softly with a smile. Her 5 year old son just stared at the girl before him: blue haired, blue eyes, she looked like a skittle to him.
"Bulma this is mommy's friend's son, sweetie." The blue haired 4 yr old squinted at the boy in front of her: Widow's peak, black tall fire like hair and thick eyebrows. Didn't look to friendly. They locked eyes, neither willing to blink. The mothers laughed nervously.
"Now, now, isn't he handsome dear?" Mrs. Breifs asked.
"Yeah, isn't she pretty Vegeta?" Mrs. Ouji smiled. They didn't speak for a moment.
"Ugly." He spat.
"Stupid." Bulma shot back. The mothers sighed as they yet again locked eyes with each other.
Through the halls of Emerson Academy, pass the cafeteria and outside the class of third period Math, onyx eyes, belonging to a very handsome tan 18 yr old with a muscular body and a frown, were boring holes into crystal blue eyes, belonging to a very pretty blue haired girl with a placid look on her face.
"Vegeta..."She spoke softly.
"He's bad news."Vegeta stated sharply.
"Vegeta..."Bulma sighed and turned and strode down the hall, knowing he'd follow.
"Bulma, he's BAD news! I would know, he's not the type to have a steady girlfriend."Vegeta continued, following the girl to her locker.
"And you are?"She asked.
"Huh?What does that mean?Who's talking about me?"
"Look, what I'm trying to say is that you've been prejudging Yamcha ever since I started dating him. You aren't completely innocent when it comes to treating girls like shit. And besides, he cares for me and he's never treated me like you treat girls."Bulma replied. Vegeta sighed and stopped behind her as she opened her locker, after unlocking the lock, and pulling out some text books.
"Bulma-"
"Carry these for me."She said pushing the books into his arms.
"What?"He gave her a look that said 'no way'
"Please!"She gave him a puppy dog look and he sighed again.
"Fine..."He mumbled after a moment. Bulma smiled happily and closed her locker.
"Hey, we aren't finished with the whole 'Yamcha' thing. You think that forcing me to carry your books made me forget."Vegeta stated catching up to her as she started down the hall.
"I didn't force you to carry them. You always do what I want you to do that's all."She smiled at him innocently. He scoffed.
"Do not."He growled.
"Do what?"Goku asked, coming up from nowhere. He had black hair that went out in 7 different ways in the wildest style ever. Bulma always had thought Vegeta's hair style was weird but Goku's took that spot. Although, Bulma had always adored the way Vegeta's hair looked so...whatever. Goku's black eyes looked from Vegeta to Bulma, a goofy grin on his face.
"Hey Goku, doesn't Vegeta always do what I tell him to do?"Bulma asked.
"Yeah, of course."Goku said in a matter-a-factly way.
"See?"Bulma stuck her tongue out at him.
"Shut up, Kakarot and you have no idea what you're talking about. I listen to no one!"Vegeta grumbled, spinning around and heading to thier next class.
"Guy's in denial."Goku laughed."Always listened to you. Never anyone else."
"Exactly. I mean, he's holding my books!"Bulma giggled.
"And if you don't hurry the hell up,I'm dropping your books woman!"Came Vegeta's angry voice who was halfway down the hall. Bulma gasped in surprise and raced after him, Goku trailing behind laughing.
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