WEST CITY ACADEMY
Chapter 4: More Catching Up
"Wait a minute, So Roshi adopted him?" Bulma asked Goku pointing at Vegeta.
"Roshi might be a creepy old horny bastard but he was descent enough to welcome Vegeta into his home especially after knowing that Vegeta is like Goku."
"Krillin!" Chichi silenced the shortest of the group with a stealthy kick on the sheen. Goku choked on his forth hamburger and Vegeta rolled his eyes. Nobody was expecting Krillin to so easily tell Bulma what they've been keeping to themselves.
"Damn it!" Krillin howled and tried to ease his pain by rubbing his sheen.
"What do you mean?" Bulma asked, her curiosity had been sparked.
Krillin pressed his lips together and shook his head. He was not saying anything else. Not if he wanted another kick from Chichi.
Bulma looked at the only one she knew wouldn't lie to her. "Goku, what did Krillin mean?" Bulma narrowed her eyes at Goku.
Goku swallowed hard. "Well--"
Vegeta interceded before Goku spilled their secret. Like Bulma, Vegeta knew Goku was incapable of lying and therefore would have told everything to Bulma. He had to stop it. "I'm an orphan and good at combat just like Goku." Vegeta offered trying to appease Bulma's curiosity. While it was a fact that Goku, Krillin and Bulma shared a friendship since childhood, he knew that their heritage and true origin was not something humans accepted so easily. And he had to admit to himself that he didn't trust her, not completely, not yet.
"So Roshi just has a soft spot for orphans huh?" Bulma asked.
"And for possible martial arts champions." Vegeta added with his signature smirk while Bulma gave him a serious and dry expression.
"Roshi has us training everyday so we can compete in the next martial arts tournament." Goku said as soon as he recovered from his choking episode.
"And Vegeta here is very talented in hand to hand combat. Well Vegeta and Goku have shown great promise and Roshi wants to be the one to claim he trained the world's strongest and greatest fighters." Krillin laughed nervously.
"I see." Bulma said.
Bulma kept her eyes on Vegeta. He wasn't lying about that, that was clear but she knew there was something else. Slowly, Vegeta's sultry smile faded away. Bulma noticed Vegeta's eyes look pass her. Bulma turned around where Vegeta's gaze shifted only to see the blonde had made it to their table.
As if everything were happening in slow motion, Bulma watched Nula stumble forward to her. Bulma held her breath when she saw Nula's water coming on to her. Bulma closed her eyes instinctively. But then everything sped up.
All of a sudden, Bulma was pulled from her waist to Vegeta's chest and he slid them to the far end of the bench. Bulma felt Vegeta's arms encircle her waist. She placed her hands of top of his.
"What the fuck!"
Bulma opened her eyes to find a fuming Chichi glare at the blonde. It was the least Chichi could feel since her beautiful lavender dress was soaked. Apparently, since Nula missed her primary target, Chichi received the liquid attack. Chichi was not the only one, Goku's shirt became soaked too but as the nice guy he was, Goku just tried to dry his girlfriend's dress with a napkin.
"Chichi, I'm so sorry!" Nula tried to apologize. She knew there was no screwing around with Chichi.
Chichi stood up and Goku now took off his signature orange vest and drained it.
"Look what you did to my dress. What the hell is wrong with you?" Chichi continued, her face now red like a tomato from the anger. She felt like punching that hussy!
"It was an accident." Nula explained desperately. She was expecting a comeback from Chichi at any moment.
"Sure it was." Vegeta spoke and Nula glanced at him. He still had Bulma against his chest. Nula's fright of getting into a fight with Chichi was quickly replaced by jealousy and calculating revenge.
"That was no accident!" Bulma threw her left leg over to the other side of the bench, ready to stand up and confront the blond. But as soon as she stood up, Vegeta brought her back to sit on the bench again with his arms still around her waist. Bulma looked over her shoulder to see Vegeta rest his chin on her shoulder.
"Let's not make a bigger scene." He whispered softly into her hear.
Bulma looked back at the blonde. Bulma caught the blonde's eyes to where Vegeta had his arms. Bulma understood everything as she also realized that she was in a too personal position with Vegeta. Nula had an expression that could best be described as possessive and full of envy. Possessive of Vegeta obviously and envious of the unwanted attention Bulma was getting from her boyfriend. At least that's what Bulma assumed after she saw Nula and Vegeta ravage each other in the restroom.
"I won't, believe me, now can you please let me go." Bulma removed his arms from around her. He complied with her and saw her rise from her seat. Bulma grabbed her backpack and looked at the blonde straight in the eyes letting her know that she was on to her. Bulma took a step forward.
"Wait! We haven't been properly introduced." Nula blocked Bulma's way and held out her right hand. "I'm Nula." She offered an unauthentic smile.
She had a flawless complexion and small cute lips. Her nose was pointy but petite. Her hair reached just below her shoulders. She had beautiful and showy green eyes. But Bulma thought they were dull. Her glare was intense but Bulma didn't feel like shying away from Nula's eyes. She wasn't that strong.
Nula broke the eye contact as she looked down at her own hand. "So are we going to shake it or not?" Nula asked with an evil smirk.
Bulma thought about answering 'Not' but her she was taught better than that. Bulma held out her right hand and shook Nula's hand but never took her eyes off Nula. Bulma simply stated her name.
The ball rang indicating that lunchtime was over. Everyone at the food court moved swiftly out of the building. "I guess I'll see you around Bulma." Nula looked over Bulma's shoulder and looked at Vegeta. "Are you coming Vegeta?" Nula asked.
Bulma's eyes never left Nula. After all, you're not supposed to give your back to your enemies right?
Vegeta, who by now was standing right behind Bulma, shook his head. "See ya in class." He crossed his arms across his chest and stood there.
Nula shrugged in a nonchalantly manner and turned around. She stopped when she saw Chichi.
"Next time, watch where you're going." Chichi glared maliciously at Nula. Nula cringed and nodded before walking away.
Chichi glanced over her shoulder to see Nula walk away. Then she turned her attention back to Bulma. "Be careful with Nula. She can make your life miserable if she really wants to."
Bulma nodded and Chichi retrieved her bag and grabbed her boyfriend's hand.
"So what's your next class Bulma?" Krillin asked with a smile that reached his ears.
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"Senior Language." Bulma voiced her choice to the gentle counselor.
"Good, I thought you would go for British Literature." The counselor said as she lowered her glasses to rest on the bridge of her nose.
"Actually, I already studied British Literature." Bulma smiled.
"Okay so the senior language class will be a breeze for you."
"I really hope so." Bulma smiled.
"Well then allow me to print your new schedule and then you can be on your way to your next class. By the way I gave you a fun elective at the end of the day. Everyone's entitled to a little fun right."
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Senior Language would not be a breeze for Bulma. In fact, it would be the most stressful period of her day. It should have been the best hour because, to her surprise, Goku and Krillin were in the same class. But it would a stressful hour because Chichi and Vegeta had that same class. Not only them but also Nula and Milton were there and stared in disbelief when she entered the classroom.
Obviously, Goku and Krillin were happy to see Bulma. Chichi showed no emotion trying to avoid her and Vegeta smiled playfully at her.
Milton waved at her with a gentle smile and Nula was not happy to say the least. Anybody less strong than Bulma would change her mind and go back to the literature class. Better to study old English than to stand the animosity one threatened girl displayed.
The class consisted of 20 students and 10 long rectangular tables with two students each. The tables were arranged in two rows.
Vegeta sat on the last table to the right, if looked through the teacher's perspective. Nula sat next to Vegeta, her attention and body completely focused on him. In front of Vegeta, Chichi and Goku shared the table. To the left of Goku, Krillin sat with a very talkative guy, whom Krillin didn't mind, in fact both had very interesting conversations in the past. Behind Krillin on the last table to the left, Milton sat by himself rolling his eyes at his friend Nula and her present failed attempts to keep Vegeta all for herself.
"Bulma please take the sit next to Vegeta." The old short and chubby professor Marian said as she looked over Bulma's transfer slip.
"That one's taken." Bulma said shifting the professor's attention to the back.
Professor Marian sighed in annoyance. "No it's not. Nula please return to your assigned seat now."
"But I always seat here." Nula complained and Vegeta rolled his eyes at her screechy tone.
"Yes but you're not supposed to be there. I've allowed you to stay there because nobody sat there but now it's Bulma's official and permanent seat. So return to your assigned seat, NOW!" Professor Marion pointed to the seat next to Milton with her index finger.
"Go on Bulma." Professor Marian pushed Bulma forward.
Nula flared her nostrils in hostility and reluctantly moved to the next table but not before throwing the chair to the floor. Bulma made it to her seat and took a deep breath before reaching for the fallen chair. Just as she was about to het a hold of the chair, Vegeta grabbed it for her. "I got it."
Vegeta brought the chair back to its legs and waited until Bulma sat before he sat on his own chair.
Vegeta reclined closer to Bulma's side. "I thought you would insist on getting it yourself." Vegeta said and waited for her to respond. But Bulma quietly chuckled as she remembered their moment at the food court and her unwillingness to accept his invitation.
Her laugh was like a fresh breeze. He delighted himself in the smile that crossed her mouth as she chuckled. He memorized the sound, the pitch and the color of her laugh.
Goku, who sat right in front of Bulma turned around. "Hey Bulma, isn't cool that we class together?"
Bulma smiled and nodded. She sure missed that happy go lucky buddy of hers. She was glad she had Goku and Krillin. She knew she could always count of them.
"Turn around before we get in trouble Goku." An impatient Chichi nudged Goku. Goku winked at Bulma before turning around.
Bulma looked to her right where Nula was closely watching her interaction with Vegeta. Nula smiled at Bulma wickedly.
"Ignore her." Vegeta said as he reclined on his chair and crossed his arms.
Bulma returned her eyes to the front. "I think your girlfriend feels a little threatened by me."
Vegeta glanced at Nula and then back at Bulma. "First of all, she's not my girlfriend and second of all, she's right in feeling threatened."
Bulma looked at Vegeta from the corner of her eye.
"She's not the prettiest girl, not anymore." Vegeta explained further.
"Looks are not everything." Bulma murmured back and returned her gaze forward.
"Well, unfortunately, for her, her looks are only thing she has to lean on." Vegeta said as he studied Bulma's profile. He roamed and memorized the little bow that her lips formed, her naturally long eyelashes, how much her high ponytail flattered her long and soft neck.
"That and her willingness to do anything, anywhere for you right?" Bulma said as she scooted her chair closer to the table.
Vegeta chuckled in amusement. "Touché."
Vegeta continued to scrutinize the rest of her. He learned by heart the slow and surprisingly steadiness movement of her chest, her long thin arms that led to her petite and feminine hands, her perfect rounded and perky breasts, the straightness of her back, and that tantalizing curve her sitting position created in her lower back. He burned that picture of her in his memory.
Vegeta scooted closer to Bulma. "But even with her willingness, she can't keep me interested enough. Something that seems to be exceedingly easy for you."
Bulma pushed Vegeta away. Her hand landed on his chest and Vegeta couldn't help but grab her fragile wrist. He felt her pulse increase and her body heat rise with one single touch. She was good at controlling her breathing and her expressions. He gave her credit for that. But it was another matter entirely to cheat her physical response to his touch or prevent his Saiyan senses from noticing them. It was useless now that he was becoming so familiar with her. And very soon it would be so much easier and eventually effortless for him to read her. She was literally the one and only girl he had not been able to figure out.
All the while Vegeta looked into her liquid blue eyes. Those eyes that seemed to have the clear shimmer of water.
Bulma snatched her wrist from his grasp sensing that their touch had disclosed too much of herself.
Bulma watched Vegeta slide a small size book to her and then settled back in his chair. "What is that?"
"More catching up to do." Vegeta said. Bulma observed the textbook.
"Everyone, time to go back to Machiavelli's The Prince." Marian announced to the class.
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This is a short chapter but it is an update after all. Hope everyone is enjoying this story. I'll be updating every 2 to 3 days. Mostly every two days, unless I absolutely don't have the time or something prevents me from sitting in front of my computer. Which I really doubt.
Btw, isn't Machiavelli's The PRince so appropriate? ;)
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