I'm going to be paring up some of the chapters because of their shortness. Enjoy!
NOPOV
"Bulma, I'm in love with you." Vegeta smiled down at Bulma. No, not his usual smirk. A real, actual smile.
"Oh Vegeta! I-"
*Beep, Beep, Beep, Beep*
"Damn you, inventor of alarm clocks!" Bulma groaned, and slammed her fist down on the alarm clock. She looked over at the clock to see the analog numbers read '5:50 am'. Bulma groaned louder and rolled out of bed, her blue hair flopping around as she slowly fell to the ground with her eyes closed. She stood up, wiped her eyes of the sleep, and looked around her room. She waited to find something that would remind her of why she would set her alarm clock for one of the hours that 'didn't even exist,' but nothing ever came to her. Thinking that it must have just been technology's fault this time, she crawled back into her warm bed to try getting her Vegeta dream back.
Ten minutes later, a half asleep Bulma was disrupted once again from the noises outside of her window. She pulled her head of from the blanket to look outside. Standing by Vegeta's door, at 6:05 am, was Bulma's best friend ChiChi. Her and Vegeta were talking for awhile, and Bulma was watching the whole time for any kind of sign that they were madly in love with each other. 'She has Goku!' Bulma thought angrily as she watched ChiChi wave to Vegeta goodbye with a smile on her face and walk to her car. Vegeta gave a small, but noticeable wave back, though is eyes were far from ChiChi. Vegeta was now looking at the peeper across the street. As soon as he saw Bulma, his hand dropped, and he sighed before going back into the house without any interaction with his best friend.
There was no sleep happening in Bulma's room between 6:10 and 6: 45, but as soon as the second alarm went off, Bulma was out of bed and ready to go. She did all of her usual things that she did in the morning, a little hopeful that there would be an explanation from Vegeta over their 7:30 am phone calls. Everyday since Bulma was 10 years old, Vegeta would call around 7:30 am. and tell her what they should pack for lunch. Then when they got older, around 14, Vegeta would just call to say good morning and tell her which guys to look out for because he 'heard them saying how hot you were'. Lately when Vegeta calls, it would just be to tell Bulma that they should hang out after school or that she should bring money for something that was going on that day. Most likely, it was just an excuse to say good morning in a very "Vegeta" way.
Ever so often Bulma couldn't help but look at the clock as she ate her breakfast. 7:40, no call. 7:45, no call. 7:50, no call. It was around 7:55 when Bulma finally decided to pull herself away from the waiting game, grab her bag, and go to school.
(BPOV)
'I can't believe him! A 6 year tradition thrown down the toilet!' I thought as the cold morning air hit my skin. I tightened my jacket around me, crossed my arms, and walked a little faster. My thoughts were interrupted from the barking of the neighborhood dogs. They only barked when someone was around, probably me.
"Cool it you guys!" I heard the voice and turned towards where it came from. Standing there was Vegeta on the porch in front of his house.
'Whatever, who cares. I'm not waiting for him. If he wants to walk with someone, he can go find ChiChi.' I turned back around and kept walking, trying to distract myself with looking at the grass. I could here footsteps behind me but didn't look up. "My, what fresh...grass..." I tried not to look behind me, but the footsteps got closer. It was only a matter of time before he started talking.
"In a hurry, woman?" Yup, I knew it. Vegeta was going to play nice like I hadn't just seen him and ChiChi almost get it on on the front porch.
"Just want to get to school in time." I tried to gradually start walking faster. Maybe he wouldn't notice.
"Are you tying to get away from me?" He was walking next to me now, keeping up with my pace.
"No, why would I do that?"
"I don't know. You tell me, woman."
"I'm fine, Vegeta."
"I never asked if you were." he smirked.
"Of course you didn't." I mumbled, accidentally saying it just loud enough for him to hear.
"What is that supposed to mean?" He wasn't smiling, not even smirking.
"It means that I wouldn't have expected any less of you."
"And what does that me?"
"It means, Vegeta, that you're an arrogant bastard." Dammit, didn't mean to go that far. I walked a little faster, but it didn't matter, because he stopped walking all together.
"Well, at least I'm not a bitchy cheerleader who thinks I'm all that. You know what, woman? I never should have been friends with you. You're just too stuck-up for your own good."
"And you're not? You don't even call people by their names Mr. high and mighty!" I turned around to look at him.
"I don't call anybody by there names unless I respect them,"He growled back
"Is that something your father taught you?" SHIT! His face went blank, which has never happened before. DAMMIT! I knew I should have stopped, but for some reason I was still mad. I basically just stabbed him, and I felt the need to keep doing it. 'He stabbed me in the back first!' was the only thing I could tell myself to justify what I was doing. "I understand that that was low," I started, but it was as if Vegeta wasn't listening. "and I'm sorry, but you hurt me first. How could you sneak around with Chi without telling me? And the fact that she is already with Goku and you guys are doing what you're doing is horrible. Even for you. I just wanted you to be honest the other day. Dammit, Vegeta," I whimpered as a tear dropped down my face.
"Don't cry," He said coldly, "You'll ruin your makeup. Wouldn't want anyone talking at school about how imperfect Bulma is. Thank you so much Ms. Briefs for lighting my way out of the darkness that I've been in. You're so intelligent. What would I do without you?" He said sarcastically and dramatically. "Next time, keep to your own business, woman." He sneered at me, and walked back to his house to get his car. I stood there as he started the engine, and drove past me.
Tears started to free-flow down my face as I stood there, shaking from both sadness and the cold of the morning. When Vegeta was mostly out of range from where I was, I started to walk again. 'There goes our friendship' was the only thing I thought of as I walked to school, wiping the tears as I went.
~~~~~~~~ NOPOV
Bulma was sitting at her desk thinking about the days events. For the whole day, Vegeta ignored her. She tried to talk to him a few times, but he would always walk away whenever he saw her coming. She would pass notes to him during their classes, and he would throw them away without reading them. Goku tried to talk to him after hearing Bulma's side of the story, but stopped after hearing Vegeta's. Now in her final class, Bulma felt as if everything she could do about the situation was done.
Bulma had her head on the desk. They were instructed to fill out a piece of paper about some stupid thing that they were learning. Of course Bulma, having spaced out, had no idea what to do. Now, with her head on the desk, she waited for the bell to ring. It wasn't until she was hit with something that she looked up for the first time. It was a folded piece of paper, probably a note from ChiChi. If she ignored it, there would possibly be more questions for ChiChi to ask then there already is, so she unfolded the paper and read:
What's wrong with you? - Chi
Bulma took out her pen and wrote back:
Nothing, just not in a good mood – B
Why? What happened? - Chi
Something with Vegeta, we had a fight this morning. No big deal : ) - B
You're such a liar! You've had your head on the desk the whole period. Tell me! - Chi
I may have said something about his dad... - B
Bulma... - Chi
I know, I know. I was in the moment and it just slipped out. – B
Did you say sorry? - Chi
I did, but he won't listen – B
What was the fight even about? – Chi
It wasn't really a fight, it was just me overreacting about something. – B
What was it? - Chi
You probably already know this, but I like Vegeta more than as a friend. I tried talking to him about who he was going to prom with, and when I brought up you he sort of got all panicky. - B
Idiot! He doesn't like me, he likes you! Now after class go talk to him! This discussion is over. - Chi
Bulma Read the last note entry and looked up towards ChiChi. Bulma smirked and looked back towards the note.
I'll tell Vegeta I like him if you tell Goku about your feelings. Ha! - B
Bulma threw the note at ChiChi and watched as her friend looked down, read it silently, and then looked back up, glaring. Bulma smirked again and looked away.
Fine, deal, whatever, just tell Vegeta, and I guess I'll...tell Goku. :( You're so mean. - Chi
Good, We'll tell them after class, and then you need to come over and we'll talk about the details! : ) - B
P.S. You're such a baby!
(BPOV)
"Here goes nothing." I thought as I walked over towards his car. "Okay Bulma, breath, breathe, breathe. You can do this!" I reached the car and looked into the windows, the car was empty. I figured he had gotten in trouble or something, the usual, probably in detention. I was too anxious to go home so I leaned on the car and waited. I had been waiting for about 15 minutes, just playing with my phone, when the school door opened. I was one of the last people there, there were still some teens, the ones with the late parents, or the ones talking with the teacher. I looked up at the building and saw Vegeta walk out. He stopped when he saw me and starred at me for awhile before walking towards the car again. "Here we go..."
"Hello Vegeta." I said when he was close. I wore a small smile.
"Woman." He didn't make eye contact; he doesn't respect me.
"Can we talk?"
"About?"
"Us.."
"Us?" he looked at me. First step in a conversation, eye contact.
"Yeah, I'm really sorry about earlier. I was just overreacting about something stupid."
"Why did you say it?" He glared at me.
"I was in the moment." I looked away
"In the moment? The moment? Woman, what the hell is going on in your head?"
"You called me a bitch, a snob, and then you said you didn't respect me. It was the only thing I could think of; my best comeback. I wasn't really thinking though. It just slipped out, and right after I said it, I wanted to take it back."
"You mocked both me and my father. That's way worse then some petty name calling."
"I know. Like I said, it was stupid and I was just overreacting."
"And then you had the audacity to claim that me and that Chai tea girl are dating? Good lord no."
"When I came over to your house, and we were talking about prom, you went pale when I mentioned ChiChi's name. I thought that meant you liked her. And then this morning when I saw you and Chi at your house...and later one when I though you'd call to explain, and you totally skipped our 6 year tradition of calling every morning. Then I thought about you and...and ChiChi. I got jealous." I rambled, not hearing what Vegeta had said before. I kept looking at the ground, afraid to look up at Vegeta to see his reaction of me and my feelings.
"Jealous? About me and your friend? Bulma, I don't like that cheerleader."
I smiled and looked up, "You called me Bulma." He gave me a quizzing look.
He gave me a quizzing look, "That is your name, isn't it?"
"You said you only called people by their first name if you respect them."
His face softened, "Woman...Bulma, why were you jealous?"
"It's...stupid, really. I was, I don't know. Its just weird." The words wouldn't come. Maybe I can't do this? I could just tell ChiChi that we decided to be just friends. Yeah, she would believe me, right?
"Whats weird?" He asked
"The thought of you and ChiChi together; you're not the best pair. And I guess I was jealous because...ChiChi would have a boyfriend and I wouldn't." Yeah, I lied. I decided at the last moment that it was probably best just to stay friends with Vegeta. I didn't want to ruin what we had. He's my best friend, and if we got together and then broke up, it would be horrible; nothing would ever be the same again, and I don't want that.
"Oh, well, don't worry. I don't like any girl." He gave me a cold stare and then got into his car. "You might want to move so I don't run over you're feet." He didn't look at me as he talked, but I did what he said and backed away.
2 days 'till prom, and so far I'm winning. I thought winning was supposed to feel good.
