Twelfth Grade Kamehameha's
Chapter 2
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Bulma groggily looked to her capsule corp. calendar, pumping her fist into the air as she read the event scheduled for today.
"Woohoo! I'm going to Chichi's!" She jumped off of her bed and ran to her closet picking out the best pajamas she could find, and threw them into her pink duffel bag. When she went to grab her cell off of the charger she had 28 messages from Yamcha. "Ugh. Can't he take a hint! We are done!" She didn't even bother to look at them and she erased them and put the pink phone in her bag. Crawling over the bed, she grabbed her makeup, brush, and special blue hair shampoo/conditioner putting them in the bag.
Running to the closet she pulled out a pink tank top and a green V-neck t-shirt with the Capsule corp. logo on the front of the shirt. She strode to the dresser and pulled out a pair of jeans, her bra, and a pair of socks.
"Bulma the bathrooms heated up!" Bunny Briefs yelled up the stairs at her teenage daughter. Bulma walked towards the upstairs bathroom. Pulling open the door she turned the shower up and stripped down. She stepped into the hot water, cringing when it touched her soft skin.
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"Nappa I'm going to school." Vegeta walked out the door giving a wave to the Saiyan, and sliding the glass door to the left. He was speed waking towards the bus stop when Nappa came rushing towards him pushing a bagged lunch towards him.
"What's this?" Vegeta eyed the brown paper bag questioningly. The other teens around him pointed at the size of the old Saiyan warrior.
"Your lunch, Prince Vegeta." Whispers emerged around him.
"He's a prince?"
"Where from?"
"Did Daddy's little prince forget his wunchy-wunch?" Yamcha sounded like he was talking to an infant. Vegeta was obviously not pleased.
"Let me get something strait. One I am not his son. Two my parents are dead. And three if you ever talk to me in that tone again I will personally see to it that you cease to exist." Vegeta was staring up at Yamcha, everyone around them were trembling, Yamcha looked down and simply said, "Meet me after school, in the gym, we settle it there." Vegeta nodded and released his grip on Yamcha's team jacket. Yamcha walked over to his posse and started to brag, "This guy's gonna be wishing he never messed with..." He took a pause for effect. "The Desert Bandit!" His friends yelled for a few seconds before Bulma's car started down the road.
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"Hey Chichi." Bulma turned to Chichi, who sat beside her texting Goku. She got her attention long enough for her head to move up, but it quickly snapped back to her cell phone.
"Hm?" Chichi was still watching her fingers on the smart phone. The capsule houses rolled by on each side of the car, and Bulma pulled to a stop behind the bus stop.
"We are going to pick up that new kid, Vegeta. I think that's his name. Right?" Chichi looked up wide eyed now fully attentive.
"Are you crazy?" She put one hand on Bulma's shoulder and looked sympathetic.
"Look," She drew out the word "look". Bulma knew this tone of voice, very well actually. It was when Chichi was going to explain how she thought things were and if you said it any other way. Well it wouldn't be pretty.
"Vegeta is probably a nice guy, somewhere deep, deep, deep, deep, DEEP down. But until that guy starts to come out I don't want you to get involved with him." She carelessly pulled a strand of her hair back into her bun.
"Don't worry I'm an excellent judge of character." Bulma smiled and pulled up to the bus stop rolling down the window to see Vegeta standing adrift from the others.
"Hey Chichi can you move to the back." Chichi nodded and knew Bulma would want to mingle with the stranger.
"Hey Vegeta want a lift?" Vegeta turned at the sound of his name with a confused look on his face. What does this Earthling want? He casually walked over, hands crossed over his chest, his lunch hanging down from his left hand.
"A lift? You mean a ride to school?" He pondered the thought of not riding the yellow beast, and not having to sit with that clown Kakarot.
"Yeah silly, come on hop in." Bulma opened the door on the passenger's side, motioning for him to sit down. He hesitated still thinking, but pushed his thoughts to the back of his mind and sat down. Yamcha looked over watching the whole event going down, he was still madly in love with Bulma.
Bulma still loved him too, deep down, but they were in one of those break-up-get-back-together sort of relationship. They were in a break-up stage right now. The car eased away from the bus stop turning left unexpectedly.
Vegeta leaned into Bulma at the unexpected turn, he leaned onto her breast. His eyes widened when he landed on her, he quickly pulled his head up and away from her as soon as he realized what was going on. They both looked out the windows a deep shade of red covering their faces. Chichi couldn't help but think what if they would be a couple. After a few more moments of award silence Chichi spoke up.
"So, Vegeta, where did you come from? You know before you moved here." She leaned back crossing her arms behind her head.
"Far away from here." She knew he wouldn't want to tell more than that so she was quiet, until Bulma honked the horn turning the attention to her.
"Move it GRANDMA!" She pressed the horn repeatedly yelling at the driver in front of her. Sighing she restarted the conversation, "Well Slow Poke Rodriguez is in front of us so we are going to have to wait a little longer to get to school. Good news is I get more time to get to know you." She made quick eye contact with Vegeta, but turned back to the road focused.
"So why did you come with us, Vegeta, and not ride the bus? You don't seem that sociable." Bulma asked looking into his brown eyes.
"It's simple woman." Bulma was taken aback by what he called her. Her blue eyes flashed with confusion, then rage, and then she just suppressed her anger to listen to what he had to say.
"There are only two people in this puny car," He turned towards her as if to make a point.
"And there are a lot of people on that retched school bus. A lot of people I don't like. Especially that clown Kakar- I mean Goku."
"Hey Goku is not a clown!" Chichi snapped at Vegeta. His eyes stared into hers like daggers, she got the message.
"Oh come on. Don't hate each other," Bulma leaned towards Vegeta's ear and started whispering into his left ear.
"Plus Chichi likes Goku." Chichi started to disagree with that statement, and Vegeta smirked. He knew he could use this information for his own entertainment.
"I do not like him. Well I like him as a friend but, nothing more." Bulma laughed as she said that.
"Oh, sure. Remember that junior high school dance when he asked you to slow dance with him. I thought you were gonna have a heart attack." She laughed as Chichi fumed in the back, her face beet red.
"Speaking of school, we're here." Bulma unbuckled herself. Vegeta and Chichi did the same, exiting the small capsule car. He must have accidentally brushed up to the capsule button because as soon as he got out of the car it snapped back into a capsule. A cloud of smoke surrounded the car. Bulma was still sitting inside the car when it turned back into the little pill like capsule.
"Bulma can I borrow your science notes we have a quiz today. And I have never understood science." Chichi turned around and screamed when she saw what had happened to Bulma's car.
"What did you do?" Chichi yelled at Vegeta who just shrugged he didn't know about how capsules were constructed, and he didn't seem to care.
"I don't know can't we just open the capsule and she'll be fine." He reached down and was about to click the capsule button when Chichi screamed at him.
"If you click that button she'll die, there was another case like this where someone was stuck in a capsule plane and then they were all over the plane, an arm on the steering wheel, a head in the engine. If you catch my drift. So if you click that button knowing that you could kill her you would be a murderer." The thought of all that carnage and getting rid of the dumb broad pleased Vegeta, but it could give away his cover.
"Ok. So how do we get her out?" He asked holding the capsule in front of him for extra emphasis.
"Well her dad did invent the capsules so he could probably help." Chichi rummaged around in her bag.
"Bulma always trusts me to hold her capsules." She pulled one out with a blue stripe on it and clicked the button on top twice, threw it where the car used to be, and waved the smoke out of her face when it popped up into a car.
"You're sitting in the back this time. Just so there are no more incidents." She walked over to the car and opened the door, strapping herself in.
The ride was silent until they got to capsule corp. Chichi pulled up into the paved driveway.
"Were here. Let's hope that Dr. Briefs can get her out." Vegeta needed to get to that fight and he wasn't going to miss it because of some girl.