Two more hours of sleep and fours cups of coffee later, Bulma Briefs was wide awake...and angry as heck. Goku was at her side carrying bags; she had decided to go on a shopping spree to calm her nerves and prepare for school which her plans for had changed drastically. "Bulma can we go to the food court now, you got like a bazillion bags!" Goku's voice broke her out of her thoughts.
"Yeah sure, dude. What do you have a taste for?" Bulma looked back towards him he was placing their bags on the ground and encapsulating them, "Gee, Bulma I don't know maybe like a buffet or something." He was scratching the back of his head, which was a habit he'd picked up when they were kids after Bulma made him stop biting his fingernails. "Sounds good, and Goku?"
"Yeah B-chan?"
"Stop scratching your head before you go bald or people think you have lice." She scolded and they walked to the food court's largest buffet 'Round the World in 88 Dishes.
Bulma walked around picking up various trays and Goku picking up everything, finally sitting down, Goku set his food down coving ¾ of the table. "Gee, do you think that's enough food, Goku?" Bulma asked sarcastically.
"Nope, I'll have to go back to seconds or maybe thirds." Goku replied staring at his food "Thanks for asking, B." he replied innocently, Bulma face palmed.
"No problem Goku. So you know why I asked you to come to the mall with me?" her voice was deadly serious.
"Cause everyone else was busy?" he replied stuffing his face.
"No, this is the anniversary of the day we met."
"Aw, B-chan, you remembered!" he crushed her body against his, "You my best girl friend ever!"
"What!?" Vegeta's shocked voice interrupted their hug; his eyes were as wide as dinner plates. "Kakarot, you are not dating the woman, I forbid you!"
"What do you mean you forbid him; I will date whoever the hell I want!" Bulma voice was a hushed yell.
"So you are dating him?" Vegeta raised an eyebrow and threw a punch that Goku dodged.
"We are not! Stop trying to fight Goku, you're making a scene and that's the last thing we need right now." Bulma's voice had raised a little, "Goku, take this card and pay the waiter, tip him too and take your food to go, Vegeta and I are going to talk." Her voice was calm now, "Come on Vegeta." She was walking to a secluded corner,
"What the heck, Vegeta?" Bulma hissed.
"I was protecting you; it's my job." Vegeta stated calmly.
"Ugh, there you go with that crap again. Tell me body guard what did you feel the need to protect me from?" Bulma's voice was dripping with sarcasm.
"If I remember correctly it's your boy troubles that landed us in this situation in the first place, I was trying to avoid that and losing an acquaintance. Now if you'll excuse me, drama queen, I'd like to return to my shopping." He turned around, but Bulma barreled past him head in hands, meaning she was on the brink of tears. Vegeta shrugged and returned to his shopping trying to avoid the lead ball that had settled in his stomach.
Bulma grabbed Goku's hand and pulled him towards the exit; her head was down and tears leaking down her face Goku stopped and made her sit at a bench near the door. "Bulma what's wrong, did Vegeta say something?" Goku's voice was knitted with worry
"He brought 'it' up," Bulma sniffed and Goku gave her the blue and orange handkerchief from his pocket "Thanks. I'm sorry Goku, if it wasn't for me we wouldn't have to go to this stupid boarding school." Bulma looked away ashamed.
"Bulma don't talk like that! You know that this isn't your fault; Look, I know Yamcha used to be my friend but he's a jerky liar and a cheater and it takes a lot for me to admit things like that, but it's true. I've tried my best to see the good in him but there is none. Everyone'd be better off forgetting him. And Geta was just stressed, you know how he gets." She hugged him hard enough to knock the air out of him
"Wow, Bulma you should try out for the football team, you be a great linebacker if you can tackle like that." Goku was gasping for air.
"Race you to the arcade!" Bulma announced already taking off.
"Hey, no fair! You got a head start." Goku whined chasing after her.
"Bailey, for the last time no!" Jay was pacing the living room
"Oh, really? Well, then if you trust the press more than your boyfriend you shouldn't have one! Fine!" Jay angrily hung up and stormed around his house angrily.
"What's got your panties into a twist?" Juu asked jokingly.
"Shove off." He spat.
"Bro, you ok?" Juu's voice was concerned.
"Leave me alone!" he screamed Juu held her palms up in mock surrender.
"Don't yell at me! I was just going to tell you we leave tomorrow. Jerk."
"Wrench." "You- wait did I really just call you a jerk?"
"Did I really just call you a wrench?"
"Kami, we've been spending too much time with Vegeta and Bulma."
"I know. I'm heading to the skateboard park. Want to come?"
"Sure why not?"
After the confrontation with Bulma, Vegeta wandered the mall aimlessly; he'd finished his shopping half an hour ago to say he was bored was an understatement. He couldn't go to CC until the woman calmed down and he was pissed with Kakarot although he couldn't for the life of him he couldn't figure out why, and frankly he didn't feel like it. The latest rock song blared and his phone light up showing two missed calls and three text messages. Sighing Vegeta replied to the latest text 'hey love' 'don't call me love' not even two seconds later he got a reply 'you gonna pick me up tomorrow' 'I can do this anymore' what? Why?' 'You're a clingy bitch, the complete opposite of when I first met you. I'm leaving town anyways I don't do LDRs. Lose my number because I'm sure going to lose yours' 'Vegeta you're a cold hearted sob' the message went on calling him everything in the book "Delete, block" Vegeta muttered walking into a GameStop. He hated how when he started dating a person they completely changed, bragging and sticking to him like glue, accusing him of cheating and the list went on.
"The usual, John," He stated looking through the new releases, finding nothing of interest he walked up to the register and paid for four of the newest model of controllers, about ten reserved games that weren't supposed to come out for months, and a couple of new game consoles.
"Dude you're our best customer besides Jay and Goku, so this ones on the house." The clerk john smiled at him Vegeta smirked walked towards the door turned back and nodded a silent thanks. Deciding he needed new football gear, he walked to Elite Sports, an exclusive sportsmen shop. Take Care by Drake hummed at a low tone in his pocket, 'you're a jerk you doofus. : p' 'and you're a crybaby you idiot' 'says you.' 'Says everyone behind your back :p' 'Psh that's mild compared to what they say about you, So wyd' ' chatting with an asylum escapee, wbu' 'chatting with an egomaniac troll, the usual' 'Still pissed at me?' 'Dunno still on your pms.' 'So you want to be funny?' 'Only if you want to be a jerk.' 'Where are you at?' 'On your mind' 'you wish' 'packing' 'Be over after I book the flight.' 'K' putting his phone back in his hoody Vegeta decided the blue and gold set looked better than the others did. Paying for that he headed for the airport.
Bulma was stuffing the last item of clothing into her last bag 'only ten bags plus the shopping I have to do when we get there, not bad' Bulma thought to herself. Looking down at her nails Bulma decided to paint them, she trimmed and buffed them. "Hmm what color?" she mused aloud.
"The dark blue one." Startled Bulma through a nail clipper at the voice.
"What the hell woman?" Vegeta was standing by the door holding the air borne item inches from his face.
"Oh sorry, I thought you were a kidnapper or the paparazzi or something" she was blushing, "And it's indigo, not dark blue."
"Woman, you are crazy."
"Whatever, how'd you get in my room anyways?"
"Your psycho mother."
"Hey! She's not psycho, she's, um overzealous?" She tried to defend but it came out more like a question.
"Sure."
"How're your 'rents?"
"Good why?"
"I want to go see them, come on."
"What? No!"
"Yes!"
"No!"
"Why not?" Bulma whined already halfway out the door.
"Because, I said so." Vegeta muttered looking anyway but at her.
"Well, I don't care!" She shot out the door running across the street. 'Damn woman doesn't know how to listen, Hope Tarble's not home."
Sighing Vegeta leisurely took off after her cursing under his breath, reaching is front door he strolled in to see the all too familiar sight of his family fawning over Bulma. His mother Tamera was asking a thousand questions varying from her day, to her parents, to her love life. His father was cutting in occasionally, keeping Tamera from smothering her and adding in a couple himself. The pair had always said that Bulma was like the daughter they'd never had, and the Briefs had always said Vegeta and Tarble were like the sons they'd never had. Speaking of the little brat he was buzzing around Bulma blushing, he'd admitted to everyone except Bulma that he had a crush on her. However, it was quite obvious seeing as he followed her around like a shadow, picked her flowers and had even invited him to his middle school dance last year. Though Vegeta had never before noticed the splash of red that came across Tarble's face when Bulma entered the room, now that he had he wanted to slap it off of his face.
"Vegeta did you hear me?" his mother's voice interrupted his thought
"What?"
"I asked if you and that Christa girl are still together."
"Nah mom, come on Bulma were going upstairs." He didn't usually call her Bulma but his parents hated it when he did and he didn't feel like hearing their complaints.
"Can I come?" Tarble's scratchy voice asked. He was going through puberty, which Vegeta thought it was hilarious even though he knew the hell his brother was enduring.
"Nah, brat seniors only and isn't it past your bedtime." Vegeta coolly slid his hands into his pockets and walked up the stairs pausing midway to see his parents wishing Bulma a goodnight, Tarble was pouting but his face lit up like a Christmas tree when Bulma pecked him on the cheek and gave him a humongous bear hug, which he eagerly returned. Storming up the rest of the stairs, he plopped into bed not even bothering to pull off his clothes, Bulma entered minutes later already dressed in her PJs, 'Must've used another bathroom'. Getting into bed, Bulma snuggled closer to Vegeta, and he wrapped his arms around her, drawing her closer. "Gotta get up bright and early tomorrow, Orientation and shopping and..." her words faded out and were soon replaced with deep even breathing. Vegeta pecked her on the head and snuggled into her warmth.
"Good night woman." He yawned and fell into a deep sleep.
Vegeta awoke a few hours later to the sight of Bulma twitching and murmuring, he started to wake her up but she rolled over roughly and fell out of the bed.
"Huh?" she looked around puzzled, her eyes narrowing at the dark figure on the bed know as Vegeta.
"You pushed me out of the bed didn't you, you jerk?" Bulma hissed climbing back into the bed.
"No, you rolled out of the bed you idiot." Bulma grumbled something about sleeping in another room, but before she could finish her complaint, Vegeta wrapped his arms around her and pulled her against his broad chest.
"You were having a nightmare." He was nuzzling her hair it'd always calm both of them down when they were little and Bulma had nightmares.
"In my dream, I got kicked off of all of my extracurricular activities because of that article Yamcha had published. And nobody wanted to talk to me or be my friend."
"Woman calm down, everyone knows we don't take steroids, your father and Dr. Gero don't experiment you, Jay, and Juu, and that my father doesn't beat me. All though, Kakarot probably did get dropped on his head, this'll all blow over like every other made up story that idiot publishes." By the time Vegeta finished, Bulma was in a deep peaceful sleep unlike the last one.
'Stupid woman, making me comfort her.' Vegeta smirked falling asleep.
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