Sorry about the very, very, very long wait. It may happen again; so, I'm not going to lie to you and tell you there will be weekly updates. There won't.
But I've been in this writing mood lately, so perhaps after school and work I'll try to fit some fan fiction writing time into my schedule. It is my guilty pleasure.
Thank-you all who read and review.
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Chapter Two.
"Ugh. I look disgusting today." I muttered.
I stared at myself in the reflection of the student center's bathroom mirror with disappointment. I woke up late this morning, so my hair is in a messy bun. I'm wearing a zip up fleece and capri sweatpants. I need to touch up my makeup, but I forgot all of it at home. I'm not wearing eyeliner so my eyes look tired. Also, to top it all, I have a large band-aid on the side of my neck. I woke up with two circular cuts on the base of my neck this morning. I'm going to see a doctor after class.
I sighed and walked out of the bathroom. As I walked to my class it began as a light drizzle, but soon turned into a heavy downpour. Great.
Walking into class sopping wet, I scanned the room for ChiChi. This was the only class we shared. It was speech. It was a fairly large class, probably a little over one hundred students.
Unable to find her I sit in a seat, sort of in the middle of the room, second from the last row. This way I'll have a better chance of finding ChiChi, or waving her down when she gets to class. I throw my purse on the seat next to mine and begin to text her, asking where she is.
You know that feeling? That feeling where you think someone is staring at you, watching you; but, you're almost afraid to look? Like something in the pit of your stomach is telling you not to turn around, not to meet eyes with that person?
I finished my text and tried to ignore the urge to turn. Not to make eye contact. Who ever it was I was sure they were sitting directly behind me. Why didn't I just choose to sit in the last row? Why second to last? Why don't I think?
I began to grow anxious when the professor began class and ChiChi still wasn't in the reserved seat next to mine. I texted her again. Why wasn't she here?
Panic thoughts filled my mind, and the urge to turn around and look into the eyes of the person behind me remained. Who was it, and why did it feel like they were burning holes in the back of my head with their eyes? I tried to catch a glimpse by turning my head back as I casually began tugging at and 'fixing,' my messy bun. No such luck. I saw the sleeve of a male's black button-up shirt. That didn't really quench my thirst of wanting to see the person's face.
"Form partners of two or three," the professor announced as he handed stacks of papers to students to be passed around. "We'll be presenting next class."
What are we presenting? Damnit ChiChi, why can't you just show up already. I was thrown out of my present thoughts when I heard his raspy but eerily smooth and alluring voice from behind me.
"Do you mind if we work together?"
I turned around to finally look into the eyes I had felt burn holes into the back of my head. They were black, a deep onyx with a cold haze. I smiled nervously and nodded.
"Sure." I choked out as I took in his facial features. His face looked almost perfectly symmetrical, giving his chiseled features a look of utter perfection. He stood to move to the seat where my purse rested. He wore a all black, a button up shirt and slacks, with the exception of a silver watch on his wrist . He had broad shoulders, and had the physique of a body builder, but not a steroid induced body builder. The only part of him I saw as strange, was his hair. It defied gravity in the shape of an ebony flame.
He picked my purse off of the seat and placed it on the table. "Were you saving this seat for someone?" His alluring, raspy voice asked as he stood next to the chair.
"Oh, I don't think she's coming."
He nodded and sat. The papers reached him and he took two before reaching over me to pass it to the person sitting on the other side of me. He handed me one of the papers.
His lips curled into a smirk when his eyes scanned my reddening face. I never blush. Why was he making me blush? I felt a pang of embarrassment, followed by a wave of anxiety. Was he realizing that he was the reason I was blushing? Probably. That's why he's smirking.
"Were you listening, because I wasn't." He told me, keeping his eyes glued to me. He was scanning my face like he was reading a book. Then his eyes went back to mine, and that cold haze seemed to have faded slightly.
"No, I wasn't really listening," I said as I held his gaze.
"Nice work woman," he said sarcastically with a smirk.
My lips curled into a smile and my eyebrow cocked. "Woman?" I questioned.
The corner of his lip twitched, tugging at his smirk, he remained silent.
"My name's Bulma, not woman, just so you know." I informed him.
His eyes watched me with amusement, "Well my name's Vegeta, just so you know." He seemed to enjoy using sarcasm.
"Nice to meet you Vegeta."
"Oh the pleasure is all mine, woman." He chuckled.
I rolled my eyes and turned away from him.
He chuckled at my reaction.
"I think we're suppose to write a paper about ourselves, it's one of those 'Are you a morning person,' or 'What's your favorite food,' type things." I explained to him as I skimmed over the sheet of questions. "This class is a waste." I muttered more to myself than to Vegeta. I should have taken that psychology class instead.
"Why would it be a waste? It should be a fairly simple minded class." He chuckled and looked over at me.
I shook my head and remained silent for a few moments.
"My favorite food is ribs, what's yours?" He broke the silence.
" Mint chocolate chip ice cream."
"How childish- that isn't a food."
"You're an ass."
"Ice cream is a dessert, pick something that's for a meal." He smirked over at me.
"Fine, lasagna."
He chuckled at my annoyed tone. "Alright, what's your favorite season?"
"Autumn."
"Why?"
"I like the colors the leaves change, and the weather's perfect. What's yours?"
"Winter, are you a morning person?"
"Sometimes."
"Why only sometimes?"
"Because I stay out later on certain nights, so it's harder to wake up in the morning. What about you?"
"No."
"Why?"
"What's your favorite TV show?"
"Are you going to answer my question?"
"No." He frowned.
I rolled my eyes. "You're kind of a jerk."
"Thanks." His voice was in monotone.
I began to scribble my answers to the questions on the sheet, and I heard Vegeta do the same.
After a while I could feel his eyes on me and so I met his gaze, and his eyebrow quirked. "If you don't mind me asking," he began with a slight smirk. I began to blush as he reached his hand out towards the band-aid on my neck. "What happened here?" He asked, his smirk faded as soon as his fingers made contact with the band-aid.
His index and middle finger put pressure on the wound. A sudden rush ran through me and it made me tremble until he pulled his hand away.
I looked at him. His features drooped then hardened into a frown.
"Did that hurt?" He asked, a pang of concern in his tone.
"No." It didn't hurt. I wasn't sure why my whole body shook like that. If anything, it made me feel calmer and tired.
"Do you know how you got that?"
"Actually I'm not really sure. I'm going to see a doctor about it after class, before the infirmary closes."
I wasn't sure what I should have thought of the face he pulled. It looked like a mixture of anxiety and fear.
"But I'm sure it's nothing," I said unsure if he was worried about me or perhaps thinking of something else? I'm not sure.
"Doesn't the infirmary close at nine? It's almost ten." He said glancing down at the silver watch on his left wrist.
I leaned over to look at his wrist, "Shit," I hissed.
His smirk returned. "Well if it doesn't hurt then I'm sure it's probably not serious. You should let it heal on its own, with out going to the doctor's."
"Yea, but it sort of creeps me out. I woke up with it, and it sort of looks like a bite mark, but I'm not sure."
He grunted in response, and returned to his sheet. "What's your favorite time of the day, woman?" He smirked at me as he read the question from the sheet.
"Nighttime," I answered.
"Good answer." He smirked.
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When class ended, Vegeta began to walk across campus with me. I mentioned that I wanted a coffee before I went to my final class tonight, and he invited himself along. "So what are you planning on majoring in?" I asked, trying to make conversation as I dodged the puddles the rain had left.
"I'm considering engineering."
"What type?"
"Chemical."
"That's nice, I'm going for pre-med."
He grunted.
The wind began to kick up and I shivered.
"Why did you take such late classes, woman?" He asked.
"I could ask you the same question."
"I work during the day, what's your excuse?" His tone was on the harsher side.
"I'm a night person, I like to sleep in."
"That's a ridiculous reason to take classes at night, you should be taking morning courses." He scolded.
"What? Why is this any of your business anyways? And would you stop calling me 'woman?' Call me Bulma." I began to walk faster.
He matched my pace. As we walked I noticed him occasionally glancing over his shoulder. He began to walk faster as we neared the campus' Starbucks, and I struggled to keep up.
"What hall is your next class in?" He asked as he held the door open for me.
"Ward, why?"
"Mine's Crestwood, so I'll walk you there."
"Okay," I said slightly unsure of myself. Vegeta was certainly handsome, so I didn't really mind that he wanted to follow me around. But it struck me as strange that he was escorting me to places. I don't think I'm ugly, but usually guys like him don't follow girls like me around.
We ordered then sat at a booth. There was only one other occupant in there besides us and the guy working behind the counter, so it was almost eerily quiet.
"Remind me again your reasoning for picking night classes?" He asked with annoyance as he glanced out at the darkened campus through the window.
"I like being out at night, why are you so concerned?"
"You're a fragile looking waif, and you shouldn't be walking around alone at night." His voice raised in a scolding manner
"I am not fragile looking or a waif," I defended angrily.
He laughed, "What are you ninety pounds?"
I glared at him, "I weigh more than that!"
"Sorry, ninety-six pounds." He smirked smugly.
I bit my bottom lip, he was only a few pounds off now. "Well most of the time my friend ChiChi is with me, and when she's not, I have pepper spray on my key chain." I defended, my voice rising to match what his was. My aqua eyes narrowed at his onyx.
He glared at me, "A little bottle of key chain pepper spray isn't keep you safe. You're a moron." He hissed.
"Well you're a prying jerk- you just met me and you're telling me what I should and shouldn't do! Where do you get off?"
His lips parted, ready to retaliate, but he stopped himself and grunted.
I rolled my eyes at him and leaned back in the booth. I turned my head away from him to look out the window. We sat in silence for a few moments. I sipped at my coffee and look over at him. He was staring off at the far side of the store, but he must have noticed me staring because he turned his gaze towards me, and I looked into his unreadable, dark eyes.
"So why did you want to walk with me here if you were planning on getting a water?" I asked as I sipped at my coffee. There was something off with him.
His face drooped into a frown and he shrugged. "I wanted to."
I eyed him over the brim of my cup as I took another gulp. "No offense but I think like you have an ulterior motive."
"What, I can't just be enjoying your company?"
"Are you enjoying my company? Like two minutes ago you scolding me about my night classes. To be honest we really haven't had a pleasant conversation since we met."
He narrowed his eyes at me, parted his lips to say something, but stopped himself- again, and looked away.
I waited for him to speak but he didn't. "What were you going to say."
He didn't say anything, instead he looked down at his watch, and the grabbed his unopened bottle of water. He looked up at me, "Your class starts soon, lets go." He stood from the booth and headed towards the door.
I followed him. "Wait, tell me what you were going to say." I slowed down to a stop when we reached the door.
"It's not important woman, lets just go."
I shrugged and followed him.
We walked in silence towards Ward. Vegeta walked ahead of me for a while then slowed to my pace. "You're just going to let that wound on your neck heal by itself, right?"
I shrugged, "I don't know, it sort of stung most of the day, I might go to get a pain killer."
"Does it sting now?"
"No."
"Then why do you need a pain killer?"
"Because the pain might come back, I don't know." I said, my tone showed my annoyance.
He grunted.
We reached the building and stopped at the doors.
"Call the campus escorts to walk you back to your apartment or where ever." He demanded.
I rolled my eyes. "I'm fine."
He cocked an eyebrow at me, "Ninety-six pounds?"
I rolled my eyes and let out an exasperated sigh. "Alright I'll call an escort."
He brushed my hair behind my shoulder and rubbed his thumb against the band-aid on my neck, "And don't worry about this, it'll heal on it's own."
The pressure, once again sent a rush through my body and my legs turned to jello, causing me to stumble forward into him.
He steadied me and chuckled. "I'll see you later woman."
I stared up at him, and I imagined my expression must have been confused, because his smirk broaden.
He began to walk away, and gave me a little wave good-bye. "Don't forget to call the campus escort." He yelled over his shoulder as he ventured further into the night.
I opened the door to Ward, and muttered a "Bye," I knew he shouldn't be able to hear.
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