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Chapter 3

iv. Day 4: Thursday

Bulma retracted her leg and with all her might and sent it flying forward, only for her to miss the spherical object in front of her, making her slip due to the force she put in. She flipped; she saw the bright blue sky before landing hard on the cold grass. She flinched in pain and made no move to get up due to her shock and the pain that racked her whole body.

Not a second later, the man she had always dreamed about came to view. Was she dreaming again? Vegeta. She dreamily grinned.

And as if being awakened from said dream, Vegeta grabbed her by the collar and hauled her up to her feet. She felt slightly dizzy due to sudden blood rush. She shook her head and stared wide eyed at the man before her.

"Are you a complete moron?" Vegeta had snapped. "What the hell happened to you?" he growled. "You can't even fucking kick a ball that was laid out unmoving in front of you!"

Bulma cowered back. She had never seen Vegeta so livid before.

She panicked when he grabbed her by the collar with both hands. She was afraid he might hit her. Instead, he leaned in and whispered lowly.

"I don't believe for one second that you are who you say you are," he said. "Juunanago and I were not close, but I know that he wasn't a wimp like you," his voice raised with each word he pronounced. He pushed her, making her trip and land hard on her bottom.

Bulma gazed up at him in shock. Her mouth agape and her eyes were watering, signaling a fresh batch of tears that were ready to fall.

"Hey," Goku had stepped up to push his angry cousin away. "Calm down Vegeta, it's just a game," he reasoned, but Vegeta merely shrugged him off and looked away. Goku then stared down at her and offered a hand to help her up. "Are you alright?" he asked in a soft voice. Students had started to gather around them, forming a broken circle as they whispered, snickered and glared at her.

She had never felt so pathetic in her entire life. She had always been one to excel, always the one who was best at everything. She just wasn't used to being such a failure. She had never felt disappointment, nor did she ever felt like an outcast before. She had not once thought that there were any boundaries between males and females. She had always thought that girls can do anything guys can.

What was she doing wrong? Why was everything falling apart?

She looked up at Goku and his extended arm. She looked past him and towards Vegeta who had his back turned to them. Had he always been this mean? Was she so blinded by her love for him that she didn't see this unfamiliar side of him?

Tears cascaded, unknowingly, from her eyes, down her reddening cheeks. She gulped, and didn't notice Goku pull back in shock. She was only snapped out of her thoughts when Goku asked: "Are you crying?" in disbelief.

She looked at him with wide eyes. She raised a dirty hand and touched her cheek and felt that familiar warm liquid. Realizing her mistake, she looked around and saw everyone staring at her in disbelief. Some looked on in sympathy while the others were snickering behind their raised hands.

She got up quickly, turned, and dashed. They made way for her as she ran out of the field. She passed by coach Piccolo who had returned from his bathroom break.

"Gero?" the coach called. "Where the hell are you going? Class is not over!" he yelled. But his efforts of halting her fell into deaf ears.

He couldn't believe he made a boy cry. He had always been mean, even to those he didn't know, and they didn't cry just because he said a few nasty words. And even if they did, he couldn't care less. So why was he still thinking about Gero even after school had ended?

Oh, that's right, because the guy sat in front of him in all of his classes, but ever since after the incident during their physical education class, the boy had skipped their classes for the rest of the day. He wouldn't have felt the least bit guilty if the Red Ribbon International heir had sucked it up and attended the rest of his classes, but no, he just had to disappear just to remind him of what he did.

He grumbled as he walked his way towards his room, their room, after his soccer practice. Vegeta would bet everything he had that the flower boy heir had been hiding there the whole afternoon. He grabbed his keys from his duffle bag and entered his room. It was quiet when he walked in.

He passed the bathroom, the door was wide open, and the lights were off, telling him that there was nobody occupying it. He reached the bed spaces, and to his astonishment, found both empty and untouched, just as he had left it this morning. Good thing he didn't really bet everything he had.

Now where was that boy?

He thought about her before he went to sleep. For some reason, his roommate's azure eyes had brought out old memories that he had kept buried inside him. This particular memory, he was very fond of. They were in his backyard, playing his favorite sport…

"I don't wanna play this game anymore," the little blue-haired girl wailed in annoyance. "I'm not good at this and you're just too good," she followed after.

"Stop whining," he growled in annoyance.

"But," she stuttered. "But I can't even pass you to shoot that ball in that net, s'not fair," she was starting to tear up.

At the sight of her emerging tears, he breathed out to calm himself. "How about this, if you can pass me and score a goal, I'll give you what you wanted me to give you for your birthday?" he proposed in an even tone. He wasn't usually patient with kids his age. But his little neighbor girl was different. No matter how many times he's pushed her away, she just kept coming back, stronger and more determined.

"Really?" her face lit up in excitement.

He nodded his answer.

"Okay," she quickly agreed.

They played for hours, even when the sun had set, they continued to play. She almost bawled out crying when her mom had called her in for the day. He had to promise that the deal was still set for their future soccer matches for her to stop whining. She went home happy that night.

He never thought that she'd ever pass him. He was proven wrong a few days later. Apparently she had watched soccer games in order to acquire the knowledge to pass him. She experimented and she succeeded. He smirked as she watched her jump up and down in victory.

She always seemed to amaze him. Just when he thought she couldn't surprise him anymore, she'd come right out and prove him wrong. She was the only person who could do that, the only person who could read him like a book, and she was the only person that mattered.

She walked up to him and pointed an index finger and cheekily said, and thus reminded him of their deal: "You owe me a kiss."

Vegeta slept with a smile that night as he remembered the girl who gave him his first kiss.

v. Day 5: Friday

Juuhachigo watched her sleeping friend beside her. She and Chichi went to pick up Capsule Corporation's heiress late in the afternoon yesterday and they had camped out in their shared dorm room since then.

Juu had informed Chichi to tell their teachers that she'd be out sick today, so that she could continue comforting their blue-haired friend. Chichi wanted to stay, but if they both ditched the day, the teachers would be suspicious and if they decided to check on them and found a blue-haired visitor, they'd get into far more trouble. So Juu had to stay and Chichi had to attend the classes.

Bulma had been in tears since yesterday…

"I can't do this anymore, everything is just falling apart," she cried on their way to Orange Star High School for Girls. "Nothing is going my way, and Vegeta was being a jerk," she continued, she was still wearing her man clothes, but had taken her black wig off. "He was never this mean before, I mean, he was, but never this much. Why is he acting this way?" she asked no one in particular.

Juu watched her and a faint smile graced her lips, a rare sight to be seen. She had known Bulma and Vegeta since they were kids. Vegeta and Bulma happen to live next to each other, while the Gero home was located on the other side of the city.

When she was a child, she and her twin brother would spend a week in the Brief's home. Their parents had been close since they were in high school, and as future heirs to the Big Three companies that dominated the earth, they expected their kids to be the same.

Juu hugged her legs and thought about her once miniscule crush on the Prince Industries heir. She would always try to run after the two whenever they go on their usual adventures. She'd always been jealous of Bulma for catching his attention. A feat that was close to impossible. But as the years passed and they grew, and she noticed more about her friends' relationship, she finally came to an understanding.

Vegeta was cruel to everyone he met. He was a plain jerk. He was mean to her, and he was uncaring with her brother. He was also nasty to Bulma, but only in front of other people. She had chanced upon them one afternoon when they thought they had lost her. Bulma had tripped and injured her knee. She had never seen Vegeta so scared her entire life. He had ripped a part of his shirt and tied it around her knee, he patted her head gently and comfortingly to stop her from crying. He then proceeded to carry her, piggy-back style, back to the compounds.

Unfortunately, Bulma had acquired an infection and was bed ridden for the next three days. Her knee was swelling, and she was unable to walk. She and her brother had tried to get Vegeta to go with them and visit Bulma, but the Prince heir was too proud to do so.

But that very same day, she had caught Vegeta climbing the Capsule domain towards Bulma's balcony. It was then that she knew that Bulma was special to him. It was then that she learned that Vegeta was typically like that, but he would lower everything for Bulma. He was a different person when in front of Bulma. And he had only let Bulma see this different side of him, only because she was Bulma. It was also that time, at the age of seven that Juu had receded her microscopic crush on the Prince Industries heir.

She brushed away the blue locks that strayed on Bulma's face. "He's mean to you because you're not you," she whispered with a knowing smile. It may be Bulma's plan to get revenge on Yamucha, but she had an entirely different plan. Even with the disguise, she knew that Vegeta would soon catch on. He wasn't stupid. And the sooner he catches on, the sooner the better.

She had watched Vegeta since Bulma's departure. He turned from a jerk into an insufferable jerk. He had closed his heart entirely. He had never dedicated himself into anything, except soccer. He had never opened his heart to anybody else, afraid that if he did so, they'd disappear the same way Bulma had. But Juu knew that he still held a torch for their cerulean-haired friend, even though he'd dated a few disreputable girls. And it was high time they have their long awaited reunion, even though it would be under a very weird circumstance.

Bulma had put up a tough fight.

"No," she said plainly. "I will definitely not go back there anymore and experience more embarrassing—" she stopped; she couldn't even imaging the horrendous situations she had to go through. She had been laughed at, man-handled, had been the butt of the joke, and dear Kami, her virgin eyes had been traumatized enough.

"What about all your stuff?" Chichi asked, she was there on her lunch break.

"Vegeta can have it," Bulma replied sternly. "That jerk," she added.

"Bulma," Juu scolded. "What if you have stuff in there that can trace back to you?" she asked.

"Trust me; I didn't bring anything that can point a finger at me," she said.

Juu sighed, time to use the guilt card. "You borrowed my brother's identity remember? You can't just walk out and leave, at least clean after your mess before you do so. Juunana has to stay there and be interrogated when they find out that they'd been housing a fake."

Bulma groaned. "Fine, I'll get all my stuff and leave," she said. "Happy?" she looked up at Juu who said nothing back.

"I do have an idea of how we can fix your popularity problems," Chichi said.

"I'm not planning on staying Chi," Bulma turned to her.

"This is a just in case thing," Chichi waved her hand in dismissal.

"We don't need a just in case, I'm going back to East City tonight," she said.

"You do know we can't leave until school is over," Juu reminded.

Bulma groaned and buried her head in her clutched pillow. "Great," she mumbled.

"Well, in case you change your mind again," Chichi started and thus earning a glare from Bulma. "Meet us at Mister Popo's Pizzeria tomorrow," she added quickly.

Bulma stared curiously at Chichi. "What's happening at Mister Popo's Pizzeria?" Bulma turned to Juu.

"Just the usual," Juu shrugged, she caught-on on what Chichi's plan was. "It's a famous hangout for both Orange and Black Star students, it's located right at the middle of both schools and students gather there every weekend."

"So?" Bulma asked.

Juu rolled her eyes. "What does it matter, you're not staying, remember?" she stated. Bulma glared at her, which of course didn't faze her. "We'll do the 'get-in-and-get-out' mission after school," she said. "Though Chichi and I can't help you gather your stuff, I mean, people will see us, and then they'd really think that you're the real Juunanago, and since you're not staying…"

"I know, I know," Bulma nodded in understanding "I wouldn't want you to get caught in the crossfire that's bound to happen."

"You know we'd do it if you're actually determined, but since you're abandoning ship…" Chichi trailed.

"I get it," Bulma smiled. "Thanks," she said in sincerity.

Juu and Chichi retuned her smile.

"Operation: Escape, will commence in three hours," Juu said playfully. "Better get ready."

"So," Chichi turned to Bulma with a serious expression with an obviousness that the topic was about to change. "How large was Goku, did you see it?"

Bulma and Juu groaned. "Chi!" Juu scolded.

"What?" Chichi stared at her innocently. "I just want to know, she saw it, she was there, I'm curious," she stuttered.

"I didn't see his thing Chichi," Bulma said trough gritted teeth; her face turning beat red in embarrassment at the sudden resurfacing of that particular memory. "Their locker was on the other side, I was placed on Yamucha's side," Bulma admitted truthfully. "And I've never entered the showers, so no, I did not see his thingamajig," she said truthfully.

"Really?" Chichi looked defeated. "Not even a tiny—"

"Chichi!" Bulma and Juu scolded in unison, ending all embarrassing discussions there.

Chichi had drove, Juu sat in the passenger's seat and Bulma sat at the back in her complete male attire when they reached the Black Star High School for Boys, late in the afternoon.

"Oh great," Juu said. "Bulma, did you sign out when you left with me yesterday?" she asked.

"No," Bulma was panicking too.

"Security will report you," Chichi stated.

"We'll have to wait until it gets dark so you can sneak back in," Juu said. Bulma nodded in agreement.

"But what about your own curfew?" Bulma asked.

"We have our ways around it, don't worry," Chichi replied. She drove a block away, but can still the school's security post, to avoid any suspicions. They waited till the sun went down, which was when Bulma had decided to make her move.

It was close to seven already, she had her Mango-phone with her that was alarmed to vibrate when it's ten minutes before seven. It was a school night and a curfew rule on a school night was at eight. Every student needed to be in their dorm room at eight. Not a minute past that time, it was always eight on the dot. The principal, Piccolo Namek made sure of it.

Security was always tight during the afternoon. The only way to get back in would be the same way she got out. Through the farthest back of the school and over the fence that led to the soccer field. It was a twenty minute walk to reach the end of the school, if she ran; she'd probably save a few minutes. She wasn't a fast runner.

She darted towards the side alley and ran. She was crouching low and was close to the wall in order to avoid detection. The school walls weren't that high up (but still high enough that made it impossible for an uncoordinated girl like her to climb) and she could easily be seen from the inside. When she'd finally reached the fence that led to the soccer field, her schoolmates in their soccer uniform littered the field.

Crap! She'd forgotten about the after school soccer practices. She stealthily headed towards the part of the fence that was hidden behind the bleachers and climbed over. She jumped and landed on her two feet before darting to hide underneath the wooden bleachers. She peaked through the cracks and prayed to Kami that the team would end their soccer practice early.

Apparently Kami wasn't listening to her at the moment, as the team ended their soccer practice at exactly seven-thirty. That only gave her thirty minutes to head to her room, pack up and leave without Vegeta seeing her.

But wait! It doesn't end there, apparently even the Kai's had it in for her, as Vegeta had decided to stay behind and continue practicing alone.

"You sure you're not coming?" Goku called from the departing team.

"Go ahead Kakkarot," Vegeta had replied impatiently.

Bulma groaned and slumped down to the ground. She watched in annoyance as Vegeta just stood there in the middle of the field, the ball beneath one foot, as he stared at the open goal ahead. It seemed like hours before he started to move. She watched with abated breath as he moved.

He turned swiftly, crouching low, his arms moved to provide balance as his body moved. He fainted left, then right, his feet shuffling with the spherical ball. Bulma felt like she was watching him dance. He was graceful but emitted power. When he was halfway near the goal, he retracted his leg, he put forced as the heel of his shoes made contact with the black and white ball. She watched in a trance as the ball flew straight to the open goal. She merely stared as the ball made contact with the net and it bounced on the ground.

She turned to look back at Vegeta, who stayed glued to his spot. He was hunched low, his hands resting on his knees as he panted in exhaustion. He was sweating hard, he was breathing heavily as his obsidian eyes stared fixated at the ball. After a few agonizing seconds, he stood straight and went to retrieve the ball.

Bulma was finally able to snap out of his trance when he stuffed his soccer ball into his duffle bag and proceeded to leave the vacant field. She was finally able to sigh in relief for the moment, but proceeded to panic that she only had a few minutes before curfew.

She didn't want to pack when Vegeta was present, so she hoped that he'd take a while in his shower. Vegeta was after all, one to never follow the rules.

He was finally satisfied with his practice when he found himself in front of his opened locker. He thought back on today's events and was still bothered about his missing roommate. He woke up early in morning to find his roommate still missing. He went out for his usual morning jog and still the Red Ribbon International heir was still missing when he returned.

It felt weird for some reason; seeing Juunanago cry. He'd made a lot of people cry before due to his hurtful words, but none had bothered him like seeing Juunanago cry. It was weird. It felt and looked somewhat familiar. But he'd never, not once seen Juunanago cry, which eventually tells him that this boy isn't who he says he is.

He growled in annoyance and stood to leave. He was confused as to what's what anymore. He had decided to take his shower back at his dorm room, it was already past curfew, and he couldn't take the chance of getting caught while the Coach roamed around school grounds searching for any rule breakers.

He stuffed all of his items into his bag and progressed to leave.

It was already dark out. The lamp posts that were placed around the school grounds were the only light source available. He walked quietly, carefully listening for the sounds of footsteps. He stayed close to the building walls, just in case he had to duck and hide.

And that was where he found him. Leaning and peering behind small partition that separated the locker gym and the cafeteria. He smirked in amusement and headed towards him with determination.

"Just what the hell do you think you're doing?" A voice asked from behind her, making her squeak in surprised. She had been stealthily hiding—or so she thought—on her way towards the dorm buildings. She slowly turned to see an amused Vegeta towering over her with his arms crossed, his bag slung over his shoulder behind him.

"Uh," she stuttered.

"Do you have any idea—" he took a threatening step forward but stopped to compose himself.

Bulma stared wide eyed at him. Was he blushing?

"Look," he breathed out. To calm himself. "What happened the other day—" he started. An attempt to apologize.

Bulma watched him carefully. They were beneath a lamp post and she could see his handsome features more profoundly up close.

"That was nothing, it wasn't even that bad, trust me, I've seen worse," he mumbled. The apology, it was the closest thing he can do as an apology. "You need to toughen up if you want to survive here," he continued unsurely.

Bulma smiled knowingly. She was wrong. Vegeta was still Vegeta. He just had done a really good job in hiding this time around.

"Look—" he started but stopped suddenly at the sound of approaching footsteps. They panicked, well, more like she panicked. Vegeta was calm as he pulled her towards the darker area between the two buildings, away from the lamp post.

Bulma's heart was beating furiously due to their current position. She was pushed hard against the wall with his hard like body. Her nose was slightly pressed on the crook of his neck. Even when he was covered in sweat and dirt, he still smelled like chocolate mint, his favorite sweet when they were children.

She was breathing hard and she turned to look up at him. His eyes were fixated on the street.

"Damn," she heard him whisper. "It's Namek," he said. "Be quiet or we're dead," he warned.

Bulma couldn't care less if they get caught now. Hell, she'd die a happy woman in this position.

She figured that Coach Piccolo was slowly passing them when Vegeta had slightly eased off her. She inwardly groaned in discontent, not liking that the radiated heat he emitted was slowly disappearing.

"Come on," he said when he was a foot away from her. "Let's head back to the dorm."

It had been almost an hour and a half since Bulma went back into the school. Juu and Chichi waited patiently for her. They would constantly look at the school to try and get a hint of what's going on inside. So far… nothing.

They nearly jumped in surprised when Juu's phone vibrated twice, signaling an arriving text message. Chichi watched as Juu took her Mango phone and read her new message.

"Who's it from?" Chichi asked. The suspense was slowly killing her.

"Start the car Chichi," Juu smirked after reading the message. She then held it up for her to read.

I changed my mind.
Sorry for making you guys wait.
I will explain soon.
See you guys tomorrow at Mister Popo's Pizzeria.
xBulma

Chichi returned Juu's smirk. She started the car and they headed back to their own school

vi. Day 6: Saturday – Part I

Bulma would forever remember this day as her most awkward. She sat on her seat in her classroom for her first ever, Saturday detention, while coach Piccolo glared at her from his desk. She gulped and twitched uncomfortably. She was the only one who had a Saturday detention.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the coach leaned back on his seat. "A new student with a Saturday given on the third day on the first week of school," he grumbled. "I think you've broken Ouji's record Gero," he said in annoyance.

Bulma bowed her head in embarrassment. Her eyes looked up to see her class supervisor walking his way towards her. She gulped in nervousness.

"You feeling better Gero?" he asked gruffly as he towered over her.

Bulma's head snapped up in surprise. "Excuse me?" she asked.

"Ouji told me about your flu," coach Piccolo scratched his bald head. "I," he mumbled. "I think I owe you an apology," his words were jumbled that Bulma had a hard time understanding. "I thought you were just faking the flu sickness to get out of your Saturday detention, but here you are," he sighed.

Bulma scratched her black wig in confusion. "Uh," she was utterly speechless.

"Listen," he continued without waiting for her to speak. "I know there are brats like you who are too shy to shower with other guys," he started. "I have a couple who felt the same way in my other classes," he explained. "I'll excuse you so you can leave during shower time to head back to your dorm room. But you have to get me a parent's note detailing that you don't feel comfortable about such situations," he continued. "Just for school records," he added.

Bulma merely nodded in response. She couldn't believe it. Were things finally turning in her favor? She wasn't sure whether she was happy because she gets to skip out during shower time or that Vegeta covered for her. She chose the latter. In the end she couldn't resist tearing up and grinning broadly at the teacher who she thought was the devil incarnate.

Piccolo raised a brow in discomfort. "Are you that happy that you get to skip out on shower time?" he mumbled unbelievingly.

Bulma merely nodded, her eyes glistening with tears of happiness.

Piccolo gulped nervously at the sight. "Get out of my sight," he nearly growled.

Bulma blinked in confusion. "Sorry?"

"Go! Get out of here," he said.

"What about det—"

"Don't make me repeat myself Gero, get out," he snapped. Bulma stood and ran, she paused by the door and Piccolo raised a curious brow at her.

She smiled brightly. "Thanks coach," she said before running out.

Piccolo Namek blinked rapidly after the boy had left his presence. He was blushing red at that little show of gratification. Was he going soft? Was he getting sick? He has never, ever, let anybody out of detention early. But the boy's cutesy smile and those puppy eyes—he shook his head—he was definitely sure he was coming down with something.

When Bulma entered Mister Popo's Pizzeria that afternoon, she was overwhelmed by the number of teenagers inside. She looked around and it seemed that the vicinity was divided into two. There was a girl's section and a boy's section. The girl's where huddled together in a large table at the far end of the restaurant, while the boys were separated in groups, and were seated in the booths.

Yamucha sat with a couple of his friends from school. Goku, Krillen, Vegeta and Tien were seated in one and the others were scattered in their own tiny groups. She looked over at the girl's side and saw Juu and Chichi surrounded by their female classmates. She wasn't surprised that they were the center of attention.

She walked over the booth's side, trying to see whether she can get an invite to sit with any of her schoolmates. But as she walked passed them, they merely avoided eye contact, some even glared. Bulma felt herself reddening in embarrassment before somebody had called her name—well, her borrowed guy name.

"Juunana!" she'd recognize that voice anywhere. She turned and saw Juuhachigo walking her way towards her. Juu enveloped her in a hug and from over her shoulder she could see the shocked faces of her schoolmates. "Come join us," she said and pulled her towards the girl's side of the restaurant, and this time, there were jaws dropping everywhere.

She sat stiff in between Chichi and Juu, the girls around the table were staring uncomfortable at her.

She was at a loss for words and she sweated at the girls' discerning stares.

"Uh, Juu," a girl with blue hair and brown eyes spoke first. "I thought you said that boys aren't allowed in our table?" she asked.

Realization hit Bulma. She'd made that rule with Juu after all. A group of girls that were together made them look desirable, yet unattainable, they intimated men, yet they travel as a pack to protect themselves. Men weren't allowed to sit with the group because that would scream as an invite to all the others, and they might just take advantage of that and trample over them. And thus the 'no boys in the table during lunch' was created, but after that you can do as you please.

"This one's special Marron," Juu said. "This is my brother," she stated.

"Juu," Bulma hissed at her. Around her, the girls started talking in hushed whispers. Obviously, Juunanago's reputation had reached the Orange Star High School for Girls as well. "What are you doing?" she whispered.

"What?" she whispered back. "I'm introducing my brother."

"If I get caught, everyone'll know you're in on this lie," Bulma whispered low.

Juu smiled. "And your point?" she said coolly.

Bulma gawked at her. "Thanks Juu," she smiled.

"Enough," Chichi whispered from beside her. "Let's start fixing your reputation," she added.

"Exactly how are we going to do that?" Bulma whispered back. "And what are you doing here? Why aren't you with your new boyfriend?" she added.

"Don't worry," Chichi grinned. "We'll be spending time after lunch, but for now, friends first," she grinned.

Bulma got a bit teary eyed and Juu and Chichi had to scold her to get her bearings back in order.

Yamucha couldn't believe it! He looked around and every guy had the same astonished look on their faces. Not one guy had ever been invited to that table. Not even Goku who's dating Chichi Mau, not even him, Yamucha Muten, who had probably dated half of the girls in that table.

He glared at the new kid.

Juunanago Gero.

He wasn't much. He was of average height, a head shorter than his tall frame. He has porcelain skin, boyish yet soft facial features, aqua blue eyes, a slender nose, natural rosy lips, and a rather thin frame. To Yamucha, he looked too girly. He absolutely hated guys like him.

He needed to reevaluate his assessment of this new kid. He can't afford to lower his guard.

Besides, he had always believed in the saying; keep your friends close, but your enemies closer. He grinned. He might actually be able to use the new kid to his advantage. He had always been after Orange Star's High School for Girls' Ice Queen, the ultimate unattainable girl, his greatest challenge.

Bulma wasn't used to all the flirting, especially when it's coming from girls. They complimented her in absolutely everything. She was cute, she ate with manners unlike the guys they were used to—she paled at that compliment—she was nice, she listened, she was funny, and she wasn't even doing anything.

"Come on," Juu pulled her up after she finished her second slice of pizza (using a fork and knife).

"Where are we going?" Bulma asked as she stood after Juu.

"Over there," she pointed at the corner where a couple of pool tables were located. "This is the time we mingle with our sister school," she whispered.

Bulma followed and she sat in a stool with Juu, they were separated by a round table. Everyone, girls and boys from both schools were in that small area. Chichi and Goku were already situated in a private corner, whilst the rest were mingling with each other.

"Hey Gero," a voice called, making both Bulma and Juu turn to the voice's owner. Yamucha walked up to them with a smirk on his lips, whilst holding a couple of pool cues on his hands. "I challenge you," he nearly shoved the cue towards her. "To a friendly game."

Bulma doubted the game would be anything but friendly.

"Uh, I'm not really a pool player," she tried to hand back the long stick.

Yamucha rolled his eyes but didn't make any move to retrieve the stick. "Yeah, you're supposed to be this great athlete we always hear about," he said. "I mean, you're so skinny, I feel like if I tackled you. You'd fly fifty feet away," he added. "Do you even work out?" He then extended his free arm, his hand resting on her chest.

Bulma held her breath as Yamucha's hand made contact on her elastic bandaged chest.

Yamucha frowned. "I guess you do," he stated.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Juu rose from her seat and slapped Yamucha's hand away, her raised voice attracting everyone's attention. Everyone stared wide eyed at her in confusion. Juu froze realizing her mistake and Chichi stared wide eyed at the events.

"Juu," Bulma scolded.

"Oh no," Chichi whispered.

"Um," Juu stuttered.

Yamucha smiled. "So protective of your brother aren't you," Yamucha said. "How cute," he winked at her.

Juuhachigo twitched at Yamucha's show of affection.

"How about this then," Yamucha turned back to Bulma, now all eyes and attention were on them. "How about we make this interesting and make a bet," he suggested.

Bulma raised a brow. "A bet?"

"Yeah," Yamucha shrugged a shoulder. "If I win," he acted as if he was thinking of what he wanted to gain. He smiled. "How about if I win," he turned to Juu. "I get a date with your lovely sister."

Juu raised a brow. She shared a knowing look with Bulma.

"And if I win?" Bulma asked, her confidence rising by the second.

"You decide," Yamucha said.

"I see," Bulma smiled and turned to Juu, asking for her permission. Juu smirked and nodded her approval.

Well, this was going to be interesting.

A/N: Well, how was it? Tell me, tell me, tell me! :D