Chapter four is up! If you think I'm taking too long to update, then I apologize. I have no ownership of a computer at home so I type whenever I can. Also, I've gotten a lot of people telling me that I make a lot of typos in my chapters. Sorry 'bout that. I'll check my work from now on. Well Thanx for reviewing my story! Glad you like it. On with it, people read.
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Chapter four: The mean girl
Vegeta walked into his room and dropped his bag on his bed. He took a seat at a desk that was near his bed and turned on his computer. As he waited for it to load, he started to think about the people that he met today. He was very surprised to meet Goku again. It had been so long. And the people Goku was hanging with seemed friendly enough. Except for the one that called him a kid. Weren't they all the same age?
Once his computer was fully loaded, he started to check his e-mail.
He had new mail. He looked at who sent him all those e-mails and names sounded familiar to him. Then he got it. He pulled out a piece of paper and low and behold, all the e-mail addresses were right there. Sighing, He checked his first mail.
Hey Vegeta!
Even
though I haven't seen you in a long time, I'm glad to see you again.
I
just want to welcome you to our school and neighborhood. I hope
you enjoy
our school, even though they don't give a lot on school
lunches.
Anyway, I'm glad to see you again. Hope we can be good
friends!
See ya tommorow!
Goku.
P.S.
I can't wait for you to meet Bulma! I think you'll like her!
Vegeta rolled his eyes at the friendly notice. He had never seen somebody so cheerful. He hoped this Bulma wasn't like Goku. After that, he continued to check out the rest of his mail. Turns out, they mostly were welcoming him to the school and stuff. He started to read the last one, which was from Eighteen.
Hey kid,
Hope
you like this place. I don't. Anyway welcome to this place that
you
now have to call home until you decide to leave here. You like
the
school? Well good for you. I don't. You'd better be nice to
Bulma
when you meet her. She's very smart. And you better like her
too. She
has blue hair and...
Vegeta watched as the house went up in flames. The flames were huge and heat was over bearing. Suddenly, through the flames, he saw a woman standing at an unbroken window. She was banging as hard as her hands would allow and tears cover her cheeks. She also seemed to screaming, even though her cries went unheard. The woman looked like she was staring right at him. Then Vegeta saw it. There, clutched to her chest, was a bundle of something in a light blue blanket. His mind told him to run up there and help her, but his body wasn't responding. H\e only stood there staring in horror as the woman slowly slid out of view, her hand sliding down the window. Then, Before he knew it, The whole house collapsed and fell to a burning heap. All he heard was the woman's scream echo through the night...
Vegeta's head shot up. Sweat covered his body and he felt himself shaking. His breathing was heavy as he finally realized that he had dozed off. He looked at his computer and the e-mail was still on his screen, staring at him. He looked around his now dim room. Had he been sleep that long? With a sigh, he turned off his computer. He didn't feel like reading anymore.
He stood and stretched his arms over his head and let them drop to his sides after a few seconds. He went to his bed and laid down on his back and put his hands on his head and stared at the ceiling of his room. He let out a sigh. Why was the death of his parents bothering him so much? It was getting so bad, he couldn't even doze off without having a damn dream about that night. He really hoped that he wouldn't fall asleep in class. He wouldn't know how to explain that to his teacher.
He turned his head to the digital clock at his nightstand. 4:45. Joan would be home at six. He still had time to do something. With that, he stood and went out of his bed room and out of the front door to get some fresh air.
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Bulma sat on the bench at the park. She watched the birds in the trees as they chirped to each other happily as if they were having a conversation. They looked so peaceful to. But suddenly, a loud bark startled her and the birds, making them take off in to the sky. Clutching her chest, Bulma turned to see a German Sheppard trotting towards her with a dog toy in his mouth. Bulma sighed. It was just Rocky.
She had found the dog a couple of days ago. Or Rather, the dog found her. He was just sitting there at her door step. At first she thought the dog was wild, but instead, it just sat there perfectly still and staring at her face with his tongue hanging out his mouth. It seemed that the dog had home training so she dismissed the thought. That's when she noticed the dog tag. She didn't know who the dog belonged to, so she checked the tag in hopes of finding an address. All she saw was the name Rocky on the Red tag. With a sigh, and permission from her parents, the dog was allowed to stay until they heard anything about a missing German Sheppard. Now she had grown very fond of the animal even though it was just about two days.
Rocky stood up on his back legs and sat the helpless stuffed toy on her lap then looked at her as if to say, 'What are you waiting for? Throw it!' Bulma giggled at the dog and rubbed the dog on the head before taking the toy and throwing as hard as her arm would allow. Without wasting a second, The dog went for the sailing toy. Bulma laughed as Rocky galloped to the toy but then stopped and gasped in surprise when the dog took a sharp turn away from the toy and near the entrance of the park. Bulma instantly got up and took off after the dog as it barked loudly. "Rocky, come back!" Bulma shouted loudly. The only thing she heard was another bark then a yelp of surprise.
Fearing the worse, Bulma ran to dog only to find him standing on top of a young man with dark raven hair that stood as a proud flame, and deep black orbs that, at the moment looked very surprised. She never saw this boy before because if she had, then she wouldn't be able to forget a face like that.
Rocky barked loudly in the boy's face then started licking him with his large tongue. The boy was trying his best to make the dog get off of him and to quit licking his face. "Alright!" The boy shouted out to the dog. "I get it, Rocky! Now get off, dammit!" Bulma's eyes went wide. He knew the dog? Was it his? Bulma watched in surprise as the dog did just that and sat down and looked at the boy try to catch his breath. He sat up and stared straight ahead for second, not really noticing Bulma standing a few feet from him. Then he turned and glared at the dog ,who's tongue was hanging happily out of his mouth. "What the hell was that for?!" He yelled at the dog. Rocky's Tongue went back into his mouth and looked as if he was trying to making a sad face. The dog tilted his head to the side and made a small whine come out. Bulma watched as the dog seemed to saying 'sorry'. This action made the boy raise his eyebrow. Then he put his hand on the dog's head and ruffled his head, still frowning. "You're forgiven." With that, the dog's tongue fell right back out of his mouth. The boy rolled his eyes and stood, slapping flecks of grass off his pants and shirt. That's when he noticed Bulma. There was a silence between the two as they examined each other.
Bulma looked at the male in front of her. She could see that he worked out a lot, because he had muscles everywhere. Unfortunately, his stomach and chest were covered by a black polo shirt that had the polo sign stitched in white on the chest area. To match the shirt, he had on a pair of baggy dark blue jeans that had black stitches in them, and a pair of black K-Swiss shoes. His black eyes looked at her with such blankness, and his blank expression wasn't helping matters. He was cute. She would have dated him if she didn't have a boyfriend.
Vegeta never saw that combination of hair and eyes before. Her aqua locks were put up in a pony tail, some strands of her hair were falling lose from the style she was slightly panting, making her pale yellow shirt rise and fall quickly. She had on a pair of black boot cut jeans that faded from the thigh to the middle of her shin bone. To complete her outfit, she had on a pair of yellow flip flops, showing off her well pedicure feet. Why did she seem so familiar to him? Then it him.
"Is your name Bulma?" He suddenly asked. Her eyes grew wide slightly, and then she nodded. "Briefs?" She nodded again. Then she started asking questions.
"How do you know my name?"
"Well-"
"Is that your dog?"
"Yea-"
"What's your name?"
"It's-"
"Who-"
"Damn, you do talk a mile a minute!" This made Bulma think for a minute. Who had she heard that from?
" Dang, Bulma, you talk a mile a minute!"
ChiChi.
"Do you know someone by the name of ChiChi?" Bulma asked slowly. "Yeah. She's the one who told me that. Now I believe her." He said shaking his in disbelief. He eyes grew wide. "Where do you know her from? Do you go to my school? Have you met-"
"Would you cut that out?!" He said, getting agitated. Man, why do women talk so much? Bulma looked down and sighed. Then looked at her watch and then let her hand drop to her side. "Well look, I have to get home. My mom and dad are probably worried to death about me. I've already been gone an hour longer than I should have thanks to him." She said, pointing to Rocky. He barked proudly. Bulma chuckled.
"I'll take him home. We've been looking for him since we got here. He just took off while we were unpacking." Then he pointed to Rocky. "You know Joan is worried about you. You shouldn't have just run off like that." the dog didn't seem to care as much and happily rubbed his wet nose against his pointing finger. Bulma smiled at the dog.
"Um, what is your name? I didn't get it." Bulma asked when silence consumed the two again. He looked at her and then at Rocky. "Vegeta." Bulma held out her hand towards him and gave him a welcoming smile. "Well, Vegeta, welcome to West City! I hope you enjoy it here!"
Vegeta looked at her hand then shook it. Bulma wasn't surprised by his strong grip. When he let go, he went to the dog and gave it a tap on the back. The dog started walking happily beside Vegeta, looking up at him from occasion. Bulma quickly followed behind them. Catching up with them she walked beside them, Rocky in the middle, and decided to start some conversation.
"So," Bulma started. "When did you move here?" She looked at his side view and waited for and answer.
"In the middle of this summer." He said.
"Why did you move?"
"That's really none of your business." He said getting angry by her constant questions.
"Man, you sure didn't learn any manners.' She mumbled.
"And you didn't learn to mind your own business."
"I was just trying to start some conversation." She said starting to get angry.
"Well I don't want any conversation." He said his eyebrows lowering and his anger rising. He just met the girl like two seconds ago and already, he knew he wasn't going to like her. They couldn't even have a proper walk together.
"Man, I'd hate to be your parents. I don't see how they put with you." Bulma shot angrily.
Vegeta stopped walking. Bulma looked at him, confused. Rocky let out a rather loud whine that turned into a low growl. This made Bulma look at him. The smart dog had put its paw over his eyes and let out another whine. She looked from the dog to Vegeta's face. His eyebrows were lower than they were at first and one was twitching uncontrollably, his fist were balled up at his sides and were shaking at the amount of strength his was using to keep them at his sides, and his eyes were closed as if he was concentrating on something. Rocky suddenly jogged from Vegeta's side and sat beside Bulma and then he started barking loudly in Vegeta's direction.
How dare she even talk about his parents! She knew nothing about them! She didn't even know that they were dead! Yet she had say something so disrespectful. With all of the power he had in his body, he forced himself to calm down. His anger was flying way off the ricketier scale. If Bulma was a guy, she would have been lying on the road right now. But he still knew better than to hit a woman. So he forced him self to stop himself from doing something he might have regretted.
Bulma watched as Vegeta let out a loud sigh, eyes still close, and his whole body relaxed. His fist unballed themselves and the put them in his jean pockets. Taking in a deep breath, He opened his eyes and stared straight at Bulma. Rocky stopped barking. She never had seen that much intenseness in someone's eyes before. Well, not directed at her anyway. Was it something she said? Was his parents-
"My mother and father," He started never tearing his eyes away from hers." ...Are dead. And they have been for seventeen and a half years now. Before you start talking about someone, you should know something about them. That way, you know exactly what not to say."
With that, he walked right past her not saying another word to her. "C'mon Rocky. Let's go." Rocky looked at Bulma and then started jogging towards Vegeta's retreating form. Bulma watched, a hand over her mouth, as he disappeared behind a corner. She felt so ashamed for saying that. He was right. She didn't know any thing about him and yet she said something like that about his parents. With an upset sigh, she headed forward to her house. She definitely wasn't going to sleep easy tonight.
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Well people, I'm finished. If there is still some errors in this chapter, then so sorry. Read it, and review it.
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