Hellllllooooo! Thanks for all the reviews, follows, and adds! =) I'm very happy. I would have updated like a few days ago, but I was stuck on chapter 5. It needs a lot of editing and redoing which I am working on now. I don't really like the chapter yet so it may be 2 weeks before I update again. Buttttt since I have nothing much to do until January, I can get it down pretty quickly.
Also, the credit for using random girls of DB and DBZ comes from HerosReprise and her story DB High, the Teenage Life. I never thought to use random women that appeared in DB and early DBZ until I started reading her story. Check it out also, it's a really great HS story. By far, one of the best I've read. She stays so true to all the characters. And I can't wait for her update!
Andddddd here's chapter 4=)
Chapter 4: I Can Take It Too
It had been 2 weeks since the party and Bulma was still talking to Yamcha every day. They had already been on 5 dates and she was so happy to have someone like Yamcha in her life. They were still in the 'talking' phase and getting to know one another, but Bulma could tell they were going to go far. He was being the perfect gentleman. What more could a girl ask for?
It was Friday and the group which consisted of 17, 18, Vegeta, Bulma, Chichi, Goku, and Krillin were all sitting at a table during lunch. Bulma was telling Chichi and 18 about her latest date with Yamcha, giving Vegeta a headache.
"So after going to the museum, we took a walk down by the lake. I was freezing so he put me inside his jacket with him. He is such a gentleman! I love it!" Bulma squealed to her friends.
"I'm glad you found someone to make you happy, Bulma." 18 said, biting into her tuna salad sandwich.
"I'm so happy for you B! He's a total sweetheart!" Chichi exclaimed, holding a piece of celery in her hand, swinging it. "Plus he hasn't even attempted to be disrespectful towards you."
"I know. He only kisses me on the cheek. We haven't even had our first kiss yet! Such a romantic, he wants it to be perfect." Bulma said, dreamily. Vegeta bit into his burger rolling his eyes.
"Sounds gay to me." he mumbled through chewing. Bulma shot him a death glare.
"He's not a bad guy actually. Launch knows him pretty well and she says he's one of the good frat guys. He's nothing like Radditz. No offense Goku." 17 said, biting into his hot dog. Goku shrugged his shoulders as he was stuffing his face with chicken wings.
"Nom takem." Goku said with his mouth full.
"See, perfect boyfriend material." Chichi said, handing Goku a napkin. "Hey! Why don't you ask him to come to the dance with you? You didn't find a date so why not ask Yamcha."
"I don't know if he would want to come to a high school dance. He is a sophomore." Bulma said, digging into her spinach salad.
"Why not? Launch is coming. Well, she's a freshman. That's probably why." 18 said, getting a plastic spoon thrown at her from 17.
"Why don't you like her? She likes you." 17 asked his twin. 18 raised her sandwich back to her mouth.
"She's psychotic. That's why." 18 simply put before returning to her meal.
"I think I will ask him. That'll show Tya and Becca for laughing at me." Bulma said smiling. Vegeta 'hmphed' and got up from the table with his trash.
"Hey! Where are you going, Vegeta?" Krillin asked. Vegeta kept walking.
"Class." he simply put, continuing to the trash can and out the door. Bulma watched him leave, as so did the rest of the group.
"Wonder what got him so irritated." Krillin said.
"Probably still mad that Bulma's talking to Yamcha." Chichi said, going back to her vegetable dish. "I don't know why, it's not like Yamcha's an asshole or anything." Bulma let out a sigh, returning to her plate.
"Vegeta's just being Vegeta. He'll get over it." 18 said, opening her chip bag. Chichi rose an eyebrow at 18.
"You know all that salt is just going to make you bloat." Chichi said, offering 18 some carrot sticks which she passed on.
"Unlike you, I play a real sport so I'll be fine." 18 joked. Chichi hated when she said cheerleading wasn't a real sport. Chichi just stuck her nose in the air and continued eating, causing 18 to giggle a bit. Chichi was so easy to aggravate.
Vegeta went straight to the gym. It was his next class anyway; why not get a jump on the weights before the gym class filled up? He quickly changed out of his khaki shorts and plain black tee into his training shorts and a tank top. He went straight to the dumb bells. Picking up two 250 lb weights, he started off with some curls. Ever since Bulma started talking to Yamcha, Vegeta had wish they never gone to the party. All she ever talked about was Yamcha this and Yamcha that: he didn't care about how sweet or awesome or caring the guy was. In Vegeta's eyes, he was a threat. But a threat to what? Vegeta was trying to figure that out. Deep down he knew the truth but he also knew that it was something that probably would never happen. He and Bulma had been friends for a long time, regardless if he wanted to accept it or not. Knowing her, that's probably all it would be. Vegeta hated feeling that way about her. He knew all her flaws and her irritations, regardless, he fully accepted it because he knew all the wonderful things about her that she didn't even realize yet. Maybe Yamcha would be a better choice for her? Or maybe he needed to get a freaking grip.
"Hey Vegeta, you left out of there pretty quickly. Are you ok?" Goku's voice could be heard behind Vegeta. Vegeta rolled his eyes, continuing his exercise.
"Yes Kakarot. I just wanted to get an early start on my work out. That's all."
"You wouldn't happen to like Bulma, would you?" Goku asked, almost causing Vegeta to drop the weights in his hands and falter.
"Of course not. She's annoying 90% of the time." Vegeta countered back.
"Oh. I was just asking. Krillin thought you did-"
"Well Krillin's an idiot, so,"
"I'm not an idiot." Krillin could be heard walking into the weight room. He sat down on a bench press next to Goku and Vegeta.
"I seem to think differently."
"I just always thought you did. Sorry." Krillin said nonchalantly.
"Well, I don't so let's just drop it." Vegeta said, still pumping away, finished talking to the two "idiots". Goku and Krillin just shrugged their shoulders and started to add weights to the weight bar.
"So, are you planning to take someone to the dance with you?" Bulma asked Vegeta in their history class. Goku was sleeping on the desk in front of Vegeta and Krillin was sitting in front of Bulma who sat next to Vegeta. The group was towards the back of the classroom. Vegeta was leaning on his desk with his elbow on the desk and the side of his face in the palm of his hand. Krillin was attempting to balance a pencil on his nose, with little success. He kept dropping the pencil on the floor or his desk. Vegeta looked from out the window to Bulma who was looking at him.
"Doubt it. I've had some offers, but a lot of them, I turned down." Vegeta said.
"Really huh? That's like you. Did you ask that girl you were telling me about?" Bulma asked. Vegeta was getting annoyed with Goku's nose bubble and slight snoring so he kicked his desk, causing Goku to wake in panic.
"Aagh! I swear I didn't have the last cupcake!" he exclaimed. People around him looked at him in surprise and shock. The teacher turned around to see Goku's startled face.
"Glad you're back with us, Mr. Son." the teacher said, turning back around to finish his lesson. Goku turned around in his seat to stare at Vegeta.
"That wasn't nice, Vegeta." Goku said, narrowing his eyes. Vegeta was in the same pose but now facing Goku.
"Sorry?" he said uncaring. Goku just turned around to continue his nap. Why learn about what happened in the past? It's called the past for a reason! Vegeta smirked, happy about how things just panned out.
"You didn't have to do that." Bulma scolded. "Answer my question." Krillin dropped his pencil on the floor for the billionth time that day.
"Whoops!" he whispered, picking the pencil up and starting again. Vegeta glared at Krillin, daring him to drop the pencil again with his eyes.
"No, she already has a date." Vegeta said, still glaring at the bald guy in front of Bulma.
"Oh, I'm sorry. There's other fish in the sea and who knows? Maybe it's just for the dance and after that, her and the guy stops talking." Bulma said, trying to comfort her friend. Vegeta 'hmphed' and went back to looking out the window.
"Hopefully," he muttered. Krillin's pencil fell again. Vegeta growled.
"Do it again, shorty and I'll break what's left of your nose." Vegeta whispered low enough for only Krillin to hear.
"Sorry, Vegeta," Krillin whispered, picking his pencil up and putting his head down. Bulma shook her head.
"You are so mean."
"And you have blue hair. Stop pointing out the obvious." Vegeta said, looking back out the window. Bulma shook her head, turning her attention back on her history teacher.
After school, Bulma and 18 were at her car waiting on Chichi to come out. Bulma was texting and smiling at her phone and 18 was looking bored as usual. Bulma smiled at her new text message. Turning to 18, she practically shoved the phone in her face.
"Yamcha asked me to go out with him tonight to a college party." she said, still smiling. 18 took a step back. Bulma was too close for her comfort.
"They are having another wack ass party so soon? Ugh." 18 said snooty. Bulma shook her head.
"No, this at someone else's place. A fraternity called Omega Kappa Nu." Bulma said, reading the text to 18. "He wants me to come as his date."
"Sounds legit." 18 said. "Is it a group invite or just for you?"
"I think it's just for me but I can ask him if you all can come as well."
"Oh hell no. Thank you but no thank you." 18 said, shaking her head. "Just go have fun with him. And don't drink the jungle juice. You've never drank before so a cup will have you pretty gone." 18 advised. Bulma nodded then asked another question.
"What's in jungle juice?"
"Everclear, which is like 151 proof of pure, disgusting alcohol and loads of other shit mixed with different juices and fruit. Just don't do it."
"I know you used to drink a lot. I've seen you drunk. What does it feel like?" 18 had to ponder the question. It had been so long since she drank and gotten drunk.
"It's like…have you been extremely sleepy that you've done silly things?" 18 asked.
"Yeah. Sometimes I fight sleep because I want to watch something or I'm in the middle of doing something."
"Yeah, well it's like that, but you are really dizzy, you say and do stupid things. And if you drink just enough, you can black out and be sick out of your mind in the morning." 18 said.
"Eww. Why do people to it then?"
"Some people just like feeling drunk and some do it to escape their problems and feelings." 18 said quietly. That's why she was always drunk. Even during school hours. Bulma nodded her head, remembering how 18 used to be when they first started high school. The summer of their freshmen year, she found out that Dr. Gero, who she thought was her father, was the man who caused her parents' death when the twins were young. It affected both her and her brother, but it got to 18 the hardest. Krillin moving to West City was the best thing that could happen. Them both coming from estranged families: Krillin parents were supposedly killed in a plane crash but their bodies were never found. He helped her in a way that none of her friends since grade school could help her. In that help, they fell in love. At that moment, the two saw Chichi exiting the school with Goku.
"I don't think we should tell Chichi where Yamcha's taking me tonight. She'll want to go and supervise." Bulma said, looking back at 18 who simply nodded in agreement.
"Text me if you need me. I'll be at Krillin's house." 18 said, shifting her weight.
"K, thanks." Bulma said smiling. Chichi could audibly be heard yelled at an uncomfortable Goku.
"Oh boy." Bulma said, preparing herself for the worst. As they approached the two ladies, Bulma could hear part of their conversation.
"This is our senior year! I just don't understand why they keep doing this to us!" Chichi said, yelled, stomping towards her friends.
"I know, I told him that, but you know how my dad is." Goku said, walking behind Chichi. Chichi opened the back door of 18's Malibu, throwing her bookbag in, closing it behind her.
"It's ridiculous!" she yelled, throwing her hands up.
"I'll try talking to him again tonight. You know how much I hate that fraternity bull crap!" Goku said hopelessly. Chichi's face was still red with anger. Goku walked up to her, holding her shoulders. "Even if I have to sneak out, I'm not going to let you go to the dance alone. I promise." he said softly. Chichi let out a frustrated sigh.
"I know. I just hate how they try to control your life." Chichi said softly. Goku gave her a famous smile, trying to make her happy again.
"I know. I'll see you later tonight." Goku said to her. They kissed quickly and Goku headed over to Vegeta's SUV.
"What happened Chi?" Bulma asked, walking over to Chichi. 18 leaned on the roof of her car to listen. She sighed as she watched Goku jump in the front seat of the SUV.
"It's his dad again."
"What did he do this time?" Bulma asked.
"Apparently, there's this banquet or something going on the same night of our dance for Lambda Chi Epsilon and his father is trying to make Goku go." Chichi said, getting angry again. "He tells Goku 'don't worry about it, it's only a dance. What's more important: some girl you're dating or having brothers for life.' Disgusting."
"I can never understand what Mr. Bardock has against you. It's not like you are a bad girl or a whore or something." Bulma said.
"Exactly. He just wants Goku to marry a sorority girl and continue the legacy. Ugh! I don't know why he can't see that Goku's not interested in all that." Chichi said, leaning her back against the car.
"Don't worry, Chi. I'm sure everything's going to work out. Goku's grandpa always gets him out of these situations." Bulma said, smiling at her closest friend. Chichi nodded.
"Guess you're right."
"Well, I guess that means I'll be going to the dance alone after all, seeing there's an event the same night for his frat." Bulma said, sounding a bit disappointed.
"Not necessarily. He may still come. Especially if he realizes that this is something important to you." 18 said, stilling leaning on the roof.
"So don't get all mopey now. There's still hope." Chichi said, smiling. Bulma nodded her head. Maybe Yamcha would still like to come. Seeing it is her last year of school dances. Once Krillin finally emerged from the school building, 18 drove off the school premises. It was finally the weekend!
Bulma stood in her full length mirror, giving herself a quick look over. She was wearing a dark maroon blazer with ¾ length sleeves. Underneath she had on a nude and white top with dark distressed skinny jeans with the cuffs of her jeans rolled up to show off her black booties. She thought she looked pretty nice. She looked confident and sexy, especially with her hair in a messy but neat bun. She looked appropriate for her age and dressed for the weather. She heard the doorbell ring, knowing it was Yamcha downstairs waiting for her. She looked at the mirror again, grabbing her pearl earrings and Coach wristlet before walking out her room.
After a quick introduction to her parents, Bulma and Yamcha headed out to the party. Yamcha's car was something to look at. Not that Bulma couldn't afford it or something even better, but it amazed her that someone other than her or Vegeta had such a nice car to be so young. It was a black mustang with leather black interior. Normally, Bulma drove herself to their dates, being cautious, so she never seen or been in his car before.
"So this is yours?" Bulma asked as they drove down the street. "Not that flashy cars and things excite me, I'm just curious." Yamcha laughed as he switched lanes.
"You're Bulma Briefs, one of the riches girls in the world. So I know for a fact that this doesn't impress you." Yamcha said still smiling. "But yeah. It's mines. My parents got it for me on my birthday this year. Said I deserved it for having great grades, being involved on campus, and helping the baseball team win the championship this past year."
"Oh that was nice of them." Bulma said, looking out the window. "I made my car." she added nonchalantly.
"Wait, what?" Yamcha asked, temporarily looking from the road to his date.
"I started working on it back my freshmen year. Once I was old enough to legally drive it, I just continue to work on it, upgrading its parts, changing the oil. I even got a new motor installed about 2 weeks ago." Bulma said proudly. She loved working on new things and her greatest accomplishment thus far was the car she made for herself.
"Wow. Ok, your cool points just broke through the atmosphere!" Yamcha exclaimed, getting a laugh out of Bulma.
"Glad to hear that!" Bulma said. They were still laughing a bit when Bulma thought about asking Yamcha to come to her dance.
"I have a question for you. I know, through Radditz's brother, that your fraternity has a banquet that night. But I was wondering if you wanted to come to my dance next Saturday." Bulma said, looking down, waiting for him to answer no.
"Of course! I didn't want to go to that stupid banquet anyways. Now I have a reason not to go." Yamcha smiled. Bulma looked up at him.
"Really?" she said shocked and happy. He nodded giving her a sweet smile. She smiled back. "Great! I give you details later." Yamcha pulled into the drive way of a gigantic frat house. On the top of the house were the Greek letters of Omega Kappa Nu. It was chestnut brown with big open windows everywhere.
"So this is the house, huh? Thought your frat house was pretty big. Look at this thing." Bulma said, looking at the house as she stepped out the car. Yamcha shut his car door, walking around the other side to grab Bulma's hand.
"Yeah it's bigger. But our parties go harder!" Yamcha said with a smile, walking them up the stairs to the front door. Once they got inside, Bulma took notice of all the people in the home. It wasn't a huge soiree as like the frat party at Yamcha's house, but it was plenty of people there. The couple walked past the kitchen and dining room and headed straight to a back sitting room. In the room were a few couches and chairs, a table set up for beer pong and a keg sitting in ice in the corner. Bulma recognized Radditz and Tien, smiling at them as her and Yamcha sat down on a couch across from the couch Tien and Radditz were sitting at with a girl from Bulma's school. She had lavender hair and dark blue eyes. She was wearing a black t shirt mini dress with floral print all over it and black converses. She looked like she was bored, her face in a compact mirror. Bulma recognized her immediately as Ranfan Lang, a senior and the most popular girl in school. Of course, SHE would be at a frat party, being part of the in crowd and all. She never really talked to the girl but knew about her and knew that almost every guy in school wanted to date her. She was pretty, on the girl's rugby team, and was part of the martial arts club. Bulma felt better, knowing she wasn't the only one here who was in high school still. Well, there was Shanna, but she didn't count. Shanna was sitting on Radditz's lap, holding a red Solo cup in her hand and laughing at something a guy was saying to her and a group close to him. Radditz was holding a bottle of tequila, taking sips from it every now and then, his other hand was on Shanna's thigh. She didn't know the two were dating, or that Shanna had an actual boyfriend. She just assumed she was a whore just like her other two friends. Tien was sitting next to Ranfan, drinking a bottle of beer with his arm draped over her loosely. They didn't look coupled up at all. Ranfan looked as if she rather would be somewhere else, with someone else. Ranfan wasn't drinking which also made Bulma feel better about her decision not to drink. There were a few others sitting in the room with them but they seemed into their own conversations. A fellow frat bro of Yamcha handed him a freshly pumped out beer from the keg in a Solo cup and offered Bulma one as well, which she declined.
"No drinking for you tonight?" Yamcha asked her. Bulma shook her head.
"I don't drink." she said simply.
"Oh, well if it's going to bother you, I don't have to drink." Yamcha said, starting to put down his cup. Bulma grabbed his hand to stop him.
"Don't worry, I'm fine. I just don't do it. It doesn't bother me that you drink." Bulma said, still holding his hand. Yamcha smiled at her and nodded his head. Radditz started lining up plastic shot cups and started pouring tequila from an unopened bottle into them.
"Time for the boys to become men. Let's start doing shots." Radditz said to the small group on the two couches, including some others who were standing near him. One of the guys standing near the couch was wearing a Omega Kappa Nu t-shirt and a baseball cap. He looked a lot like Goku, except he was much more tanned and his hair looked kind of different.
"He looks a lot like my friend Goku. You know him. Radditz's brother?" Bulma said to Yamcha. He looked in the direction that she was referring to, seeing Turles slap the back of Radditz's head playfully.
"Oh Turles? That's their cousin. He's the president of this frat, to the disdain of the rest of the Sons. You probably already know that almost all Sons are Lambda's." Yamcha said waving at some guy who walked passed him. Turles pulled a chair over where the small group sat, ready to join the festivities.
"You better slow down, Radditz. We don't want a repeat of Unofficial weekend do we?" Turles joked. Radditz threw a stray penny at his cousin. Turles then turned his attention to Yamcha and Bulma. He gave Yamcha a slapping handshake before turning his attention to the blue heiress sitting next to his friend.
"Hey, who's this beautiful lady you have with you?" Turles asked, smiling at Bulma. She smiled meekly at him. His voice is way more raspier than Goku's. Yamcha's grip on her shoulders pulled her tighter.
"This is Bulma. Bulma, Turles. She's friends with Goku." Yamcha said, calling Goku by his middle name like the rest of his friends did, minus Vegeta and the rest of Goku's family.
"Kakarot? So you're still in high school?" he asked her, a bit shocked. She nodded her head.
"Yup. He dates my best friend." Bulma said.
"Robbing the cradle I see Yamcha. Nice choice, though." Turles said, patting Yamcha on the back. Ranfan finally took noticed of Bulma. She frowned at her a bit, wondering what the science geek was doing at a frat house with a hot frat guy. Radditz passed out all the shots, leaving Bulma last. As he handed her the last shot, she politely declined, to his shock.
"No thank you." she said, pushing the vile smelling liquid back towards Radditz.
"Wait, you don't drink or something?" Radditz asked, looking a bit shocked. She shook her head no, tired of trying to explain herself tonight. "So, you go to frat houses and don't drink? That's kind of weird."
"It's her choice. Don't have to force it on her." Yamcha said in her defense. Bulma was glad he spoke up because she was going to lay into her friend's older brother for making fun of her. Radditz shrugged his shoulders, reaching for the extra shot when Ranfan grabbed it quickly. She looked right in Bulma eyes and smirked.
"Since Miss Perfect won't drink it, I will." Ranfan said, throwing the shot back quickly, not spilling a drop. She wiped her mouth and set the empty cup back down, looking at Bulma the entire time. Her face read to Bulma that she was mocking her and her choices.
"I'm not perfect, I just want to have a healthy liver and maintain brain cells by time I'm 25." Bulma said, eying Ranfan. Ranfan rolled her eyes and joined the group in a quick toast to take the shots together. Ranfan watched Bulma as she got up, taking Yamcha's cup.
"Need another?" she asked him, feeling Bulma's eyes bore holes in the side of her head. Yamcha looked up at her, seeing her mischievous smile.
"Uhh, sure?" Yamcha mostly asked as she walked away toward the keg, grabbing a cup for herself. Yamcha looked at Bulma, shrugging his shoulders helplessly. Bulma just kept looking at Ranfan, watching her until she sat back down on the cup. Ranfan smiled at Bulma with her dark pink painted lips, crossing her right leg over the left, leaning back and sipping from her own cup. Bulma rolled her eyes and leaned back on the couch. Yamcha gave Bulma an apologetic smile.
The rest of the night went pretty smoothly. Ranfan kept her distance from Bulma most of the night. Around 12:30, Yamcha and Radditz went outside to help bring in some more kegs and alcohol and set the keg up. Bulma was sitting on a chair in the kitchen, watching some guys help a girl set up for a keg stand. Bulma was laughing inside her head, shaking her head. The already drunk girl was held upside down and lowered over the keg. She was laughing uncontrollably, almost falling out the two guys hands.
"Whoa! You're gonna fall on your face if you don't settle down!" one of the guys exclaimed. She was still laughing, swatting at him with her hand.
"Don't worry, I got this." She said, putting the hose to her mouth. The guys around her cheered her on as she chugged away at the beer.
"That's so unclassy." Ranfan's voice was heard. Bulma turned around to see Ranfan standing in the doorway behind her with a girl with short black hair and dark eyes. She was wearing dark cosmic leggings and a cropped grey destroyed t shirt with combat boots.
"I know." the other girl said, rolling her eyes. She was holding a glass bottle with pink liquid in it that reminded Bulma of pink lemonade. Ranfan had a similar bottle with blue liquid instead of pink. Ranfan lifted hers to her mouth when she noticed Bulma was looking at her. She winkled her nose, lowering her glass.
"Can I help you or something?" Ranfan asked annoyed. Bulma couldn't understand why this girl had something against her. She never talked to her in school or even had a class with her since their sophomore year of school. However, Ranfan seemed to be annoyed with her for no reason. Bulma, of course didn't back down from the girl.
"What's that you're drinking?" Bulma asked, pointing to her drink. Both Ranfan and the girl she was with looked at their glasses and back at Bulma.
"Wine cooler." Ranfan answered with no aggression in her voice. Then she smiled mockingly at Bulma. "Why? Does Ms. Perfect want to try it out?" Ranfan asked, getting a smile from her friend. Bulma quietly growled and stood up walking towards the two.
"Where are they?" Bulma asked, her hands on her hips. Ranfan just smirked.
"In the cooler over there. Help yourself." Ranfan said, pointing in the room they started in when Bulma got there. Bulma walked past the two girls and into the back sitting room. She noticed a few blue and white coolers against the far wall and approached it quickly. Shanna was standing in the corner with Tya and Becca who just arrived to the party about 15 minutes ago.
"I mean, really, who just wants to end the night like that? So I floated on down to 3rd base." Tya said.
"Ugh, Tya." Becca said, winkling her nose up. "You gotta stop going down on every date. You're gonna get strep throat one of these days." Shanna laughed at the two.
"It was the least I could do. He went down first." Tya said defensively. Becca shook her head and saw familiar blue hair in her peripheral view. She turned to the right to see Bulma heading straight for one of the coolers.
"What is she doing here?" Becca said in disgust. Tya and Shanna looked in the direction Becca was staring off at. Tya rolled her eyes.
"Ugh, Bulma Briefs? Who invited her?"
"Yamcha did. She came here with him." Shanna said, drinking out of her Solo cup filled with jungle juice. Becca and Tya's heads snapped towards Shanna.
"The fuck for?" Tya exclaimed.
"He likes her I guess." Shanna said really uninterested in Bulma. Shanna never took interest in Bulma's life. For all she knew or cared, Bulma was just another rich kid at their school like Vegeta. Tya snorted her nose and Becca just stared at Bulma. She couldn't stand the pretty, smart, popular bitch. Bulma wasn't socially popular but knowledge of who her father was made Bulma a known face at school.
Bulma made her way through the crowds of people, reaching the cooler. She opened one really quickly and scanned its contents. There were the wine coolers Ranfan and her friend were drinking. Bulma looked around again and decided on one called green apple bite. She closed the cooler and headed back towards the kitchen to find a bottle opener or a strong-handed guy. Once back in the kitchen, Bulma was unsuccessful in finding a bottle opener. Tien just happened to walk in the kitchen, laughing at something Ranfan said to him. Bulma approached him determined to get this bottle open.
"Hi Tien, could you open this for me?" Bulma asked, handing him the bottle. Tien was a bit taken back by her approaching him.
"Uh sure. I thought Yamcha said you don't drink." Tien said, waiting on her answer before opening the top.
"I don't. Had a change of heart." Bulma said, waiting on him to finish the task at hand. Tien smiled and quickly removed the cap for her. "Thank you." Bulma said. She looked at the bottle, wondering if she was making a mistake.
"It tastes like pop, if you're worried." Ranfan said, walking up to Bulma. Her dark haired friend was right next to her, drinking the last of her wine cooler with another in her left hand. Bulma smiled sarcastically at Ranfan then took a quick sip of the drink. She analyzed the taste for a bit before coming to the conclusion that the drink didn't have a bad taste at all.
"Hmmm it does taste like pop." She said out loud to no one in particular.
"Well, throw it back really quick." Ranfan said, encouraging Bulma to chug the drink.
"You want me to chug it?" Bulma asked a bit worried. She didn't want to get sick on her first night of drinking.
"Yeah it tastes like pop so you shouldn't have a problem doing that." Ranfan said, leaning on her left leg. Bulma sighed and took a deep breath before putting the bottle to her mouth, lifting it straight up, and chugging the entire drink. Once she was done, she had an urge to release a huge burp.
"Impressive." Ranfan said, smiling at Bulma. "Let's get you another one." She said, walking out the kitchen with her friend. Bulma didn't understand why but she followed the couple into the sitting room. Ranfan quickly grabbed Bulma a pink color one that read Raspberry Sparkle. Twisting the cap off with the hem of her dress, she handed Bulma the new bottle. Bulma thank her and looked at the bottle with worry. Wasn't one good enough? Bulma said nothing and just took a sip from her bottle, following the pattern that Ranfan and her friend was doing. Leaning against the wall, sipping. Why was Ranfan suddenly becoming pleasant? Was she drunk or did Bulma's drinking make Ranfan respect her because she was now doing what everyone else was doing. As half of her 2nd bottle was gone, Bulma felt a wave of calm and silly fall over her body. She relaxed into the wall a bit more, feeling pretty confident and happy.
"Wow, when did she start hanging out with them?" Tya said, looking at Bulma and Ranfan and her friend. Becca looked over her large frame fashion glasses at the trio. She shrugged her shoulders.
"What I want to know is why she didn't bring Chichi's annoying ass. Or 18's evil ass." Becca said, returning her attention to her phone. "Hmm, probably decided she needed more exciting friends in her life."
"Why do you two care?" Shanna said. She was becoming drunk and she was tired of hearing the two talking about Bulma all night.
"I don't." Tya said, pouting. Shanna shrugged her shoulders, chugging the rest of her cup. She saw Yamcha and Radditz appear in the room, holding more alcohol.
"Ohh yeah. Now, it's a party." Shanna said, approaching the two, with her friends not too far behind. Yamcha walked around the corner to see Bulma against the wall with Ranfan and her friend, drinking a wine cooler. He walked up to her and she smiled as he approached her.
"There you are." She said, smiling still.
"Hey. I thought you didn't drink." Yamcha said, lifting up the wine cooler in her hand. Bulma shrugged her shoulders.
"I don't. It's my first time, might as well join the crowd." Bulma said confidently. Yamcha gave her a skeptical look.
"Are you ok? I don't want you to feel pressured into doing something you're not comfortable with." Yamcha asked her concerned. Bulma opened her mouth to respond when Ranfan's friend intervened.
"She's having fun Yamcha. Lighten up!" she said, clanking her bottle to Bulma's and turning it upside down to enjoy the last of it. Yamcha gave Bulma another concerned look before he smiled and went to get some jungle juice to join her. Bulma was ready for her third wine cooler for the night. She was feeling the effects for sure, being as she finished two coolers off in the last 20 minutes. It just tasted like pop to her. Ranfan's friend stuck her hand out to Bulma for her to shake it.
"I'm Fasha by the way." she yelled over the now blaring music, shaking Bulma's hand.
"Bulma." she yelled back. Yamcha rejoined them, bringing Bulma a new cooler.
"YOLO!" Bulma yelled, holding up her glass to toast Yamcha. He laughed, holding up his cup.
"YOLO!" he responded back, toasting her back. Bulma took a long gulp and smiled. What was so wrong with being drunk? She was enjoying herself before the alcohol, but now, she was really having fun.
Yamcha opened the passenger car door to help a very intoxicated Bulma out the car. She almost fell as she tripped walking out his car door. She fell into a fit of laughter as Yamcha tried to help her, intoxicated himself.
"Shh. You don't want to wake the neighborhood do you?" He asked, trying to get her in the house without waking her parents and them seeing her coming home like this. Bulma shooed him away playfully. She leaned against his car, enjoying the coolness she felt on her hot skin. She had a drunken smirk on her face. Yamcha stood back to look at her. She was really beautiful in his eyes. Smart, gorgeous, ambitious. She was perfect. He just hoped that she didn't let this new found adventure take her over.
"Comon Ms. Blue. Let's get you in the house unnoticed. Yamcha picked Bulma up in a cradling position and carried her to the back where she instructed. She sloppily pushed in the code on the fence and they continued to the house. He put her down as she opened the back door. With all the security they had, locking the back doors wasn't really a priority. She turned around to face him.
"Tonight…was…AWESOME!" she exclaimed in a loud whisper. Yamcha chuckled, kissing her on the cheek to her dismay.
"Goodnight Ms. Blue." Yamcha said, waving as he ran off to get back to his car. Bulma stood there a moment, mostly because she was way too dizzy to move at the moment. She felt the night breeze cool her skin and she almost fell out the back door from lack of balance and lost perception while enjoying the breeze. Eventually, Bulma made it in her bed and collapsed on the bed, falling asleep instantly.
Bulma was awakened by a loud screeching noise. At first she thought it was the fire detectors going off. Then she realized it was her phone ringing. Bulma sat up, feeling extremely exhausted and hungry, looking around for her purse that held her phone. She eventually found it at the foot of her bed and answered the call just in time.
"Hello?" Bulma moaned, eyes barely opened. It was 10 am on a Saturday, who the hell was calling her this early?
"Hey B! Were you sleep?" Chichi's happy voice could be heard.
"Ugh, yeah." Bulma said, lying back down in her bed.
"Ohh well, get up. We're supposed to be having girl's day today. 18's on her way to pick me up so we'll be there in 20 minutes." Chichi said, sitting at her kitchen table. Bulma mentally swore, forgetting that they all were going to be spending the day together. They planned it last weekend to do any last minute shopping for the dance and pre-shopping for prom, even though it was almost 3 months away.
"Mmph. I'm getting up. I'll be ready." Bulma said, sitting back up, her eyes were still closed.
"Kk, you better! Bye!" Chichi said, hanging up. Bulma put her cell phone on its charger to give it some battery since she was too drunk to do it last night. Suddenly, it dawned on her. She had been drunk for the first time. And she thoroughly enjoyed it. She gave herself a weak smiled before collapsing back into her bed. She was still dressed in her clothes from the night before, make up smeared over her face, and she reeked of alcohol, but she had fun. Is this how all the cool kids feel after going out to a party? Awesome! She didn't feel sick to her stomach but she was extremely hungry, thirsty, and just worn out. Bulma was hoping her mother had food waiting for her in the kitchen. But before she could enjoy any food, she needed to get showered and dressed before Chichi and 18 showed up. She pulled herself out the bed and went straight into her private bathroom to shower and get ready.
15 minutes later, Bulma was sitting in the kitchen eating a huge bowl of fruit and some slices of toast with cream cheese. She took a quick shower and threw her wet hair into a knot on top of her head. She planned on taking it down later to use the texture she got once it dried. She was wearing yoga pants with a yellow fold down band and an orange t shirt with a yellow hoodie and black gym shoes. She still felt really tired but at least she had satisfied her hunger. She was half way through the bowl and the toast before she heard a car pulling up to her home. She grabbed the rest of her food, keys, phone, and purse and walked out the door to greet her friends. Bulma waved barely since her hands were full and semi-ran to 18's car, getting in the back seat.
"Hey girls." Bulma said, settling in the back.
"You look like crap." Chichi said, looking at her blue hair friend. Bulma narrowed her eyes at Chichi who looked refreshed and bright. Bulma looked as if she didn't get much sleep the night before. She had dark bags under her eyes and still looked sleepy. Bulma pulled a part of sunglasses out her purse and put them on.
"Good morning to you too, Chi." Bulma said, returning to her meal.
"Nothing the spa can't fix!" Chichi said smiling, turning back around. 18 gave Bulma a knowing look. She was going to have to talk to her later.
They were enjoying soothing facials after getting their medi/pedis. Bulma was feeling much more rested at their spa stay.
"Just what I needed…"Bulma said, relaxing into her seat. Chichi nodded, her eyes still closed.
"Told you." She said, getting up. "I have to run to the bathroom. I'll be back." Chichi said, leaving to get to the bathroom. 18 opened one eye to be sure Chichi was gone before turning to Bulma.
"Bulma, what did you get yourself into last night? You looked like you had a long night of hard drinking." Bulma eye twitched under the cucumbers she had on her eyes. She was the only who needed them with her sleep-deprived eyes.
"Uh, you can say that…" Bulma muttered. She knew 18 was going to give her a good tongue lashing.
"So what happened? Did Yamcha talk you into drinking? I will punch him in the face!"
"No! It was all me. I just wanted to see what it was like, that's all." Bulma said, waving her hands in front of her, almost knocking the cucumber slices off her face. "It just seemed like everyone was having fun. I wanted to join." She was half way telling the truth. She actually didn't like the way Ranfan was making fun of her.
"Drinking doesn't make you more fun, it turns people into idiots." 18 scolded.
"It was only one time, 18." Bulma said defensively. "I'm not an alcoholic because of one night."
"I know. But it only takes one time." 18 said, she heard Chichi coming back into the room. "Just becareful. I don't want what happened to me to happen to you." 18 said, settling back into her seat. Chichi plopped back into hers smiling.
"Whatcha talking about?" she asked. 18 shook her head.
"Just talking about Bulma's date last night."
"How was it? Did he kiss you last night? Is that why you were so tired-looking earlier?" Chichi asked.
"Whoa Chi, one at a time!" Bulma exclaimed. "It was interesting. And no, we didn't kiss." Bulma said, trying to remember if they had indeed kissed or not. She didn't think so. She would have remembered that. She hoped.
"Interesting? What did you guys do?" Chichi asked, probing for more answers. Bulma leaned back in her seat, thinking of something to tell her best friend. 18 had already chewed her butt about drinking. But Chichi would definitely bitch for a while and she wasn't in the mood for that.
"We went to a random frat party and I met Goku's cousin Turles." Bulma said plainly.
"He looks too much like Goku, doesn't he?" Chichi said smiling.
"The resemblance is scary." Bulma said, deciding to change the subject. "Did Goku talk to his grandpa last night?"
"Yeah, he wasn't happy with what is going on. He's supposed to come over today to talk some sense into Bardock."
"Good. We can't have a sad ass Chichi during our last winter formal now." Bulma said smirking. Chichi stuck her tongue out at her; not like Bulma could see it anyways.
"There's always prom." 18 said in her monotone voice. Chichi threw her a glare. Even with her vision obscured, Bulma could envision the look Chichi gave 18. 18 looked at Chichi with a bored expression. "Well, it is." she said, looking away again. Chichi growled slightly, turning her attention from 18. Bulma chuckled. 18 knew exactly how to piss off Chichi.
After the spa trip, the group headed to the mall to get their last minute essentials for winter formal. 18 and Chichi were in front of Bulma walking into the mall, who had her nose in her phone. She was examining the after results of her facial, pleased that she looked like her normal self again. Her phone went off as she was staring at it, scaring her a bit. She had a text from Yamcha. Going to her messages, she noticed a text from earlier that morning from Vegeta. She quickly responded to Yamcha's good morning text before heading to the one from Vegeta. She opened it, reading it quickly.
Vegeta: Heard you had fun last night…? Bulma texted him back, being conscious of what was in front of her. She didn't want to walk into a door because she wasn't paying attention.
Bulma: Yeah…what's with the ? marks?
Vegeta: Bout time you texted me back. I'm asking you what the hell did you do
Bulma: I was out having fun, Dad.
Vegeta: Right.
Bulma put her phone back in her purse. She was tired of being questioned today about her actions. She was 18 years old and college bound. What she wanted to do was her own business. She followed her friends into an accessory store, barely entertained with the merchandise. She had already gotten everything she needed for winter formal when they went shopping before. Chichi was looking at some jewelry, matching it up with the photo of her dress in her phone. 18 was looking at some heels, deciding she didn't care if she was already taller than Krillin, she wanted to wear heels. Bulma stood by 18, looking at her selection, adding her own comments every so often. A few minutes later, two other girls walked in, chatting amongst themselves. None of them paid any mind to the girls until one spoke up, calling out to Bulma.
"Hey Briefs. I'm surprised your up and moving so early." Ranfan said, walking over to Bulma. She had another girl with her who had red wavy hair and purple eyes. Bulma recognized her as Raven, a girl she also didn't speak to in school and barely had any classes with her. She was well known on the archery and weapons team. Very well known because she was the city's champion in weapon defense.
"Hey Ranfan. I guess I could say the same about you." Bulma said, turning her attention to the lavender hair girl in front of her. 18 turned to look at her as well. Ranfan smiled, eyes closed as she threw her curly hair over her shoulder.
"Well I have perfected my alcohol intake, ofcourse." she opened her eyes after speaking. Bulma nodded her head, looking rather confident. "Hey 18." Ranfan said, looking pass Bulma to the blonde who was standing, wearing one heel.
"Hey." 18 said dryly. She didn't have anything against Ranfan personally, but she didn't like her as a friend or a teammate either.
"Anyways, you were a riot last night, Briefs. We have to do it again, really soon." Ranfan said giving Bulma a sly smile.
"We'll see." Bulma said, knowing 18 was giving her a look behind her back.
"Well, my number's in your phone, if you don't remember. Text me." Ranfan said, leaving out with Raven. 18 watched them walk out and then looked at Bulma who merely shrugged her shoulders. Chichi approached the two, holding some potentials.
"That was weird. She never speaks in school." Chichi said, looking at both her friends.
"We, uh, had a connection last night." Bulma said, still trying to cover her tracks.
"She doesn't look like the party type." Chichi said, watching the girl walk down the mall.
"Looks can be deceiving…" 18 said, looking over at Bulma.
"She's harmless. Really, a lot more fun than I thought." Bulma said, shrugging her shoulders. "Anyways, what do you have here?" Bulma said to Chichi who snapped back into shopping mode in a matter of nano seconds.
The three were heading towards the food court, seeing it was getting close to 2 pm and they still haven't had their lunch. 18 was listening to Chichi talk about how Goku showed up last night after his guys night with Vegeta and 17 and Bulma was in her phone, texting Yamcha and apologizing for any awkwardness she caused the previous night. She also was trying to figure out what exactly had she done. She was on her 5th wine cooler and was watching Ranfan lay on a table, wearing just her bra and spandex shorts, while Tien took body shots off her. That was the last thing she really remembered.
Yamcha: Don't worry. You were fine last night. =)
Bulma: Ok, good. Sorry again. But what happened after Ranfan's body shot?
Yamcha: Radditz tried to get you to do one but you refused and pinched his nose before skipping out the room to the bathroom. I don't think you threw up. But you just wanted to watch everything and sing karaoke. That may have embarrassed you. Lol
Bulma: Oh gosh! Noooo! Lol I'm glad I didn't do anything stupid!
Yamcha: Oh I would have stopped you no worries!
Bulma: ;-)
"Hey Bulma, come on!" Chichi called out. Bulma looked up from her phone, noticing that she had stopped walking and her friends were way ahead of her. She put her phone in her purse, running to catch up.
Alrighty ladies and gentlemen, chapter 4 is completed. I love history; Goku's missing out! One last thing, no matter how drunk you get, you cannot, CANNOT forget to charge your phone. My phone is almost always either almost dead or dead after a night of boozing out. And it's not from taking pictures or texting, it's because Samsung phones batteries SUCK! Until next time! Please review!