Young Love

Chapter 6

"Oh my gosh Bulma, how did you get on a date with him?' asked Chichi while 18 and Launch awaited eagerly to hear how Bulma got herself hooked up with that cute guy.

"Well, he just told me he was free next Friday night and asked me if I wanted to go out with him that night and so I said yeah", said Bulma.

"I think that is so cool, Bulma, and you said you have no experience when it comes to guys?" asked Launch.

'No, I really have no experience when it comes to guys", said Bulma.

"You need none. You're a natural!" said Launch and they all laughed.

"Woa, woa, stop it right there!" 18 suddenly jumped up, "did you say next Friday night?"

"Yeaah", said Bulma confused.

"Bad, bad, bad. Bulma, next Friday night is the dance", said 18 regretful.

"Oh yeah it is", realized Chichi.

"Damn, it was gonna be so good to go on a date with that guy", sighed Bulma.

"So what are you gonna do, Bulma?" asked Launch.

"I guess I'm gonna have to call him and tell him I'm not gonna be available next Friday", said Bulma.

"Hey, I got an idea! Call him and tell him you're busy Friday night because you're visiting your grandma who's dying at the hospital, BUT that you would like to see him Saturday night", chimed Chichi.

"Yeah, Chi, but the keyword that he gave Bulma was that he was 'free' Friday night. I mean, he works at the Pizzeria, remember? He probably has to work", said Launch.

"Or not, the mall closes at six p.m. on Saturdays, so Bulma, all you have to do is call him and talk to him. But whatever you do, do not let that guy go without a date with him, okay?" said 18.

"Ok", agreed Bulma, "I'll call him first thing when I get home'.

"No. That would make you look desperate. Call him tomorrow night", said Chichi.

"Ok, I will".

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Next day at school

"Ms. Briefs? Would you like to share that formula with us?" asked the math teacher.

Bulma looked up. Sshe hated being the center of attention. She knew she shouldn be reading other books during class, now the teacher was picking on her and she really didn't want to make a fool of herself.

Let's see what's on the board. A triangle with sides..hmm no number corresponding to the angles, just side numbers..i got it

"That would be A squared plus B squared equals C squared", said Bulma. She was confused as everyone's eyes widened, as if nobody that had gotten caught distracted and had bee asked a question had gotten it right.

The teacher seemed surprised also, "okay, that's correct, but how did you come to the conclusion that that is the right formula to solve this problem?"

Vegita, who was sitting next to her looked at her as if waiting for her to make a fool of herself. She rolled her eyes at him and turned to the teacher.

"Well, when a given triangle has the measurements of the sides only, then you would use A squared plus B squared equals C squared. Now if the only given measurements were only for the angles of the triangle, then you would use SOH CAH TOAH. Sin, Cos, or Tan", Bulma explained as the whole class including the teacher dropped their jaws.

"Very good Ms. Briefs, I coudnt have said it better myself, but next time, please don't get distracted with other books', said the teacher.

Bulma smiled satisfied and picked up her pencil to write what was on the board.

"Psst", someone called out to Bulma. Bulma turned her head to her side and looked at Vegita. He reached his fist out to her as if to give her something. Bulma put her hand out and received a close note from Vegita. Slowly, so she wouldn't get caught, Bulma opened the note.

Meet me by my car in the parking lot after school. I wanna give you a ride home. K?

Bulma was more than surprised. Was he serious or was he up to something? She would definitely ask Chichi.

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"Wow, that's weird. He offered you a ride home?" asked Chichi.

"Yeah, he wrote it on the note", said Bulma.

"A note? Are you serious?" asked Chichi.

"Yeah, why are you so surprised?" asked Bulma confused.

"It's just that I was thinking, I mean, if he was up to something, you know, like tricking you into doing something like, you know, with him in his car, he would have asked you personally and would have tried to flirt with you, but now, you're telling me he wrote you a note. Vegita doesn't write notes, he says that's pathetic, but if he wrote a you a note, which is a very big deal, then he's interested, not just in you, but in getting to know you and being nice to you. Besides, he wouldn't wanna do anything with you now since he's taking you to the dance, so this definitely looks good", said Chichi.

"Are you sure?" asked Bulma.

"It's just what I think. I've known Vegita for a long time and I've known you for less than 48 hours and I know you're smart and you can handle a guy like Vegita", smiled Chichi.

"Thanks Chi. I guess there's nothing wrong with trying to make friends with Vegita, right?" aksed Bulma.

"Honestly, Bulma, I don't think Vegita knows that word, let alone use it in his obscene vocabulary. But go ahead, be nice to him, maybe he'll return you that favor, like I said, the last place you wanna be in is on Vegita's Shit list", laughed Chichi.

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"Nice car", said Bulma.

"Yeah, got it last year for my birthday", said Vegita. This was his baby, "wanna go for some ice cream?"

"Umm, yeah, sure", said Bulma. Why was he being so nice?

The ride was quiet. Very quiet. Uncomfortably quiet.

Bulma decided to brake it, "So, you've lived here for a long time?" she asked.

"Yeah, I was born here", said Vegita, "what about you?"

"I was born here at Sunny Side. I've just been out of the country for a long time".

"That's a bitch", said Vegita.

"Yeah", said Bulma.

Again. Silence.

Finally, Bulma couldn't help herself anymore, "Okay, Vegita. What the hell?"

"What the hell what?" asked Vegita.

"You know what I mean. What's up with this? You're being nice, offered me a ride and ice cream, something's wrong here", said Bulma.

Vegita stopped the car. "Fine woman, let me just get down to it. I just noticed today how smart you are and I aint doing so good with my grades. My father threatened to take all my cars away if I don't put my grades up", said Vegita.

"So?" asked Bulma.

"So I figured if your father's the famous scientist everybody says he is, then his daughter should be like him. So my question is: are you good at codes and passwords?" asked Vegita crossing his arms over his chest.

"Yeah, I am. Why?" asked bulma more and more confused.

"Good. Then you can help me break into the school system through my computer and change my grades", said Vegita.

"Forget it. I'm not doing it Vegita", said Bulma.

"Yeah, I also figured you would say that. All goody-two-shoes girls are just like you", said Vegita.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" asked Bulma angrily.

"It means just that. You've been a good girl all your life and boring bitches like you do nothing for a change", said Vegita.

"There's a good damn limit between having fun and being dishonest, Vegita, and excuse me for being smart and getting good grades but remember, I'm not the one who's failing here and I'm not going around asking people to change my grades for me. That's how big the difference of being smart and your mother is", Bulma said and stared as Vegita's neck went red, his eyes narrowed and he closed his fist.

"WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE! DON'T YOU TALK SHIT ABOUT MY MOTHER, YOU HEARD ME YOU LITTLE BITCH", Vegita screamed furiously.

If she was scared, she didn't show it, "don't call me a bitch if you don't want me to say the same thing about your mother Vegita", Bulma said as she opened the door and stepped out, "oh, by the way? Thank you so much for the ride". She slammed the door as hard as she could. Furious, she saw as Vegita stepped on the gas like a drunk driver and sped up.

Im not going to the dance with him

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Next day at school- 1st period Math.

"And I hope all of you are ready for the Quarter test which will count for 50 percent of your grades for the entire 2nd quarter. I'll give you ten minutes to look over the formulae while I go get the copies. Vegita, please stop flirting with Monique and Monique put your skirt down, not everyone wants to see your I Luv Guys tattoo", with that the teacher stepped out of the classroom to get the tests.

"Man, we're all failing. We're not ready for this test and it isn't fair. This is the only teacher in the whole school that gives this test to count as 50 percent of our grades", said Andy, a basketball player from the last seat.

"Hey, Vegita, you better do good. If you screw this one up, you'll screw the rest of the football season up for our football team", said Lindsay, a freshmen cheerleader who thought she was hot.

"Forget it, you don't need to warn me, I know I'm getting kicked out of the football team for sure", said Vegita crossing his arms. His attention turned to the blue-haired girl sitting next to him. That was quite a conversation we had yesterday thought Vegita as he frowned remembering the things she'd said to him. About his mother. Oh she's getting hers alright

"It'll sure be nice if someone was smart enough to change your grades up Vegita, that way we'll still have a chance to go nationals, at least", said Mike, one of the team's defense players.

"Oh there's someone smart enough alright, she's just too damn good to break some rules and do something for someone other than her own", said Vegita looking at Bulma, who had caught that last comment and looked up from her book.

"Excuse me?" she said raising her eyebrows as she faced Vegita.

"What a bitch", said Lindsay.

"Your mother what?" asked Bulma cuttingly.

"Did you just refer to my mother?" asked Lindsay catching on what Bulma had just said.

"Hey, you're the one who said bitch", spat Bulma back.

"WHY YOU LITTLE WHORE, I'M GONNA BREAK YOUR FACE!", screamed Lindsay, she was getting insulted and the whole class was laughing.

"Go ahead, do it!" taunted Bulma.

"Yeah, Lindsay, do what I've been wanting to do to this whore from the first time she came here", said Vegita smirking.

Lindsay jumped from her seat and walked over to Bulma.

"You know, I heard you came from an all-girls school, so my conclusion is that your like, gay, right? I mean you do know what that is, you know like a girl who likes girls?" said Lindsay, smiling.

"Hey everybody, the new girl's a lesbian!" yelled vegita, while the whole class rolled with laughter.

"So, do you wanna kiss me?" mocked Lindsay making kissing noises.

It was all she could take; Bulma closed her hands making a fist. She punched Lindsay so fast that nobody really noticed until Lindsay screamed and fell to the floor. The class went quiet, shock at first then astonishment. Nobody hit cheerleaders. Nobody dared to. Everyone loved cheerleaders, right? So no matter what anyone would do, everyone would be on the cheerleader's side.

"Oh my god is she okay?" gasped Monique looking down at Lindsay, who seemed to have passed out.

"She's fine, just UNCONSCIOUS, because this bitch right here punched her right in the nose", said Vegita, crossing his arms. He really didn't give two shits about how Lindsay was, he just didn't expect Bulma to defend herself in any way and wanted her to look stupid and get beat up. That hadn't worked out.

"She never really meant to hurt you, you know, she's just like that", said Leslie, another cheerleader and Lindsay's best friend, "now you broke her nose and she wont be able to cheer with us tonight for the basketball game at Jefferson!"

"I could care less about what she can or cant do right now, she started it, she got it", said Bulma.

A few of Lindsay's friends helped her up and took her to the school nurse. Moments later, the teacher came in as everyone talked about what had just happened.

"Alright! What is going on here?" asked the teacher.

Silence. Bulma crossed her arms and waited to see who the real snitches were.

"Very well, then. I want everyone to be silent; put your books away and all I want to see on your desk is a pen or a pencil. I'll be handing the exams and as soon as you get them you can start. You have the rest of the period to finish. If you're done and have gone over your test, I'll give you a pass to step out to the cafeteria if you want until the bell rings", with that the teacher started handing the tests.

Bulma finished in a flash, obviously and got a pass to go outside. As she walked, Lindsay was getting out of the nurse's office with a big bandage on her nose. Her eyes narrowed when she saw Bulma.

"Bulma Briefs, I swear to you you're gonna pay for this!" she screamed.

"Okay, so when do you want the five dollars?" asked Bulma smirking.

"Aaarrgg! You are so fucking annoying Bulma, I swear, I'm gonna do something to you that you're gonna regret the day you were born and you'll never celebrate your birthday!" screamed Lindsay. A dean passing by heard her screaming.

"Lindsay Harper, what was the meaning of that?" asked the Junior Class dean, Mr. Hudson.

'Oh, um, nothing", stammered Lindsay.

"Miss, are you okay?" asked Mr. Hudson to Bulma.

"Oh, I'm fine, it's just that I need to watch out these days, you know, being threatened and all", Bulma said faking a worried look.

"Miss Harper, how dare you? Do you know the heaviness of threatening a fellow classmate? Step into my office", ordered Mr. Hudson, 'as for you Miss Briefs, I will see to it that this doesn't happen again".

"I appreciate that, Mr. Hudson', with that said and taken care of better than what she thought it would, Bulma went into the empty cafeteria and bought herself a Pop Tart.

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I need to give that girl the embarrassment of her life. Why do I hate her so much? Oh, right, she thinks she's so fucking smart and cute. Well, she got an ugly thing coming her way, but how? Wow…wait a minute, I think I know what I'm gonna do to this little whore, she'll never lift her head up again. Damn, I need to finish this test. Oh, what the hell, at least I answered six questions

He handed the teacher his test and with a pass stepped out of the classroom and made his way to the cafeteria and smirked at the thought of what he was just about to do.

"So you broke her nose and got her in trouble with the dean", said Vegita sitting in front of Bulma at the table in the cafeteria.

"What do you want now?" asked Bulma irritated. This guy had done enough to ruin her first days at that school.

"Just wanted to apologize", said Vegita shrugging.

"You? Apologize? What do you want now? Make me kill the teacher so she wont fail you that test you just took?" asked Bulma cynically.

"I wouldn't mind that. But, honestly, I am apologizing. I think I've been way too mean to you when in truth you're a nice girl", said vegita leaning back, arms crossed.

"So, how am I supposed to believe you're telling the truth", asked Bulma, doubtful of the way he was acting and the things he was saying.

'You don't have to believe me if you don't want to, just know that I don't usually talk like this to anybody", said Vegita in a low voice.

That seemed to convince her a bit.

"I'm guessing you're still pissed at me", said Vegita.

"As in pissed enough not to go to the dance with you?" asked Bulma smiling.

"I was afraid of that", said Vegita.

"Well, now that you've apologized and everything, I don't see why I should be mad at you", said Bulma finishing her pop tart.

"So, we're still on for the dance", said Vegita. Not a question, but a statement.

"I guess so", said Bulma.

"Pick you up at seven", said Vegita, then the bell rang and they both went to their respective classes.

Okay, that was like, the longest chapter ever! But, I owe ya, it's been so long since I updated. Anyways, I hope you liked the chapter. The main question is: What the hell is Vegita up to? Well, don't forget to read the next chapter; I plan on updating soon before school starts the sixth. Send some reviews!

Luv u all,

Stonecrusher7