A/N: I'm very sorry about how long it took me to get this up. There's just not much time for this kind of thing anymore, but I'm going to try my best to keep my two shorter stories going. I doubt I can do much with DLTW now. These long delays are completely out of my control, and I apologize to the few who still review. Ok, let's see if I can still write humor. -.-"



Dragonball Z Senior Year! Chapter 3



"Wellllllll...." Goku tried to build more suspense, but couldn't. Grinning from ear to ear, he blurted out, "Vegeta *likes* you, Bulma!!!"

Bulma cringed. Now, every pair of eyes in the class was staring wide- eyed at the blushing heiress. "Um..Goku?"

"Yeah?!"

"Did you really have to yell that out??" Bulma screeched furiously. She was about to continue shouting at Goku, but thought better of it when she noticed people in the halls peeking in to see what was going on. She settled for mumbling 'baka' and sitting quietly at her desk until lunch.

Thanks to a group of ninth grade boys, Bulma was late getting to lunch. By the time she'd lost the little heathens and made her way to the cafeteria, there was only one seat left at her friends' table.

Between Goku...and Vegeta.

Bulma looked warily at Goku as she set her tray down. He flashed his goofy grin and resumed stuffing his face at unlikely speed. ChiChi smirked and gave Bulma the thumbs-up, while 18 seemed torn between grinning at Bulma and gazing raptly at Krillin. The short bald guy couldn't seem to take his eyes off 18. Vegeta silently chewed on a piece of garlic bread.

"Sooo...Bulma!" Goku took it upon himself to make conversation. ChiChi rolled her eyes and drank some of the school's watered-down tea.

Ignoring ChiChi, Goku continued. "What's this we've been hearing about you and Vegetable Breath?"

A strange noise came from Vegeta's direction, and Bulma was surprised to see the tough saiyan blushing.

"It's nothing that concerns you, Kakarot...," Vegeta growled. He glared at Goku menacingly, or tried to. It didn't quite work, as he had spaghetti dangling from his lips.

Bulma tried to stifle her laughter, but when ChiChi spotted the errant food and sprayed tea across the table, the blue-haired girl lost all control. 18 and Krillin finally broke eye contact, and were reduced to hysterics. Vegeta didn't notice the spaghetti, and was looking back and forth in confusion, wondering what had happened to his classmates. This caused the stray noodle to flop around comically, till it snapped and landed in Bulma's lap.

Now, the bewildered alien knew what the others were laughing at. A deep red flush crept up his neck as he eyed the noodle on Bulma's thigh.

'Hn...I've never wasted an ounce of food in my life...'

Bulma stopped laughing at stared curiously at Vegeta. Why was he looking at her leg as if it were a buffet? ChiChi grinned mischieviously and elbowed Goku in the ribs. He blinked, then caught sight of the noodle and returned Chi's grin.

"Uhh, Vegeta?" Krillin's eyes widened as Vegeta delicately plucked the spaghetti from Bulma's leg with his fork.

"Never waste food," Vegeta shrugged and swallowed the noodle, seeming oblivious to ChiChi's shrieks and 18's half-smothered giggles.

"So anyways!" Goku leaned forward earnestly. "It looks like the rumors are true! Vegeta, do you and Bulma want to go with me, Chi, 18, and Krillin to the movies tonight?"

Bulma looked warily at Vegeta, who was meticulously wiping up any sauce that happened to be around his plate.

'Omigosh what if he says--'

"Fine. What time," Vegeta muttered.

ChiChi and 18 were, for once, silent. Krillin was soundlessly gaping, and the others in the cafeteria were leaving for the next period.

"Eight! Gotta go now, where are you all going next?" Goku beamed in satisfaction.

"Biology," 18 answered. Three 'ditto's followed, leaving Bulma and Vegeta.

"English," Bulma said, hoping Vegeta would have something else. Yamcha was in her English class.

"English."

"Okay then, guess we'll see you two later!" ChiChi smirked and practically skipped out of the room, dragging Goku behind her. 18 and Krillin smiled knowingly and left without a word.

"I, uh, guess we better go," Bulma stood up and emptied her tray.

A few minutes later, leaving her locker, she was surprised to see Vegeta waiting for her. Puzzled, she kept walking towards the door to the classroom. The saiyan was not far behind.

Bulma figured Yamcha would be saving a seat for her near the back, so she purposely avoided even a glance in that direction. Ironically, Yamcha had chosen to sit closer to the front today, and there were two seats right in front of him. Of course, Vegeta sat down there. Bulma hesitated, looking around for someone she knew.

"Woman," a deep voice grunted. Vegeta was obviously waiting for her to take her seat beside him. Sighing, Bulma slid into the chair.

Not long after class had started, Yamcha started poking Bulma in the back of the head.

"Stop that." Bulma turned around and hissed. "That is so immature it's not even funny. What do you want?"

Yamcha rolled his eyes and stuck his tongue out at Vegeta, who was glaring back.

"Are we still on for tonight? You know, that special treatment you promised me?"

"Yamcha, you're out of your mind. I haven't even talked to you," Bulma said evenly. Only her flashing blue eyes revealed how much she wanted to strangle the baseball player.

Vegeta growled almost inaudibly, and said, "She's with me now, you fool. Keep your distance."

"HAH!! Veggie-head has a *girlfriend*?? Well, I didn't know idiots who can't keep their food in their mouths was a turn-on for my Bulma." Yamcha smirked triumphantly, absolutely certain that Bulma would choose him over Vegeta.

"Actually, Yamcha," Bulma said coldly. "I am *not* 'your Bulma'. I do not belong to you, and never have." And with that, she turned back around and got to work on the assigned essay.

'Best not to answer that about Vegeta....I don't know if I have an answer..' The small frown on the heiress' face was not only from the classwork.

Vegeta gave Yamcha one last venomous look, and then started on his own essay.

***3 hours later...***

"Whew, I thought that class would never end!" ChiChi exclaimed as she adjusted the straps of her bookbag. The school week was finally over, and the grateful Z team wouldn't have to think about education until Sunday night.

ChiChi, 18, Krillin, and Goku were talking animatedly about whatever subject popped into their heads, walking along the sidewalk to 18's house. Bulma and Vegeta were a few steps behind.

'Is he going to 18's too..?' Bulma looked at Vegeta from the corner of her eye. He was staring silently straight ahead, his emotions completely hidden.

'Should I go to 18's too..?' Vegeta sighed inaudibly. He wanted to make sure Bulma didn't forget their date tonight, and he sort of needed to know where she lived. But, he didn't want to ask in front of her friends, he wasn't sure what to say anyway. The proud saiyan didn't want to seem too eager.

"Ahh, home sweet home!" 18 pushed open the screen door and flung her books down in the foyer. Her house was the largest of the group, excepting Bulma's of course, so it had become routine for the whole gang to come over on Fridays.

Goku and Krillin went directly to the kitchen and began preparing an afternoon snack: BLTs, shrimp and fried rice, tacos, roast beef, chocolate pie, and milkshakes. ChiChi hesitated at the front door, looking back at Bulma with a smirk.

"Vegeta, there're snacks on the table and drinks in the fridge. Or you can come up to 18's room with me and Bulma, whichever you prefer." ChiChi's smirk widened evilly.

Bulma glared at ChiChi and went on upstairs, glancing back only once.

"Uh, what's going on in 18's room?" Vegeta mumbled, looking away.

"Gonna get ready to go to the movies, that's all."

"Oh, well, uh...I'm hungry."

"K, whatever!" ChiChi skipped up the stairs after Bulma, leaving Vegeta to find his way to the kitchen.

ChiChi and 18 were much more excited about the triple-date than Bulma. ChiChi had slyly picked a new horror movie, one that was rumored to be the 'scariest of the year'. After 18 dressed a reluctant Bulma in tight, black jeans and a low-cut, red sweater, the two girls insisted on doing Bulma's hair. Bulma eyed her reflection doubtfully, but finally gave in.

Several hairpins and a couple of squirts of hairspray later, ChiChi and 18 decided Bulma was fit to be seen. Her blue hair was arranged in a stunning fountain of curls, and two ringlets fell gracefully around her face. Standing in front of 18's full-length mirror, Bulma had to give her friends credit...but why was she so dressed up? It was, after all, only a movie. Turning to question their lavishness, Bulma found that ChiChi and 18 had disappeared into the walk-in closet. A few minutes later, they emerged, both, in Bulma's opinion, overdressed.

"You two look great, but why'd you go to so much trouble? I mean, it's not like we're going to a dinner party or something." Bulma gave one of ChiChi's sparkly earrings a flick.

"Oh...we thought we might get something to eat..." 18 casually checked her makeup in the mirror. "Well, I guess it's about time to leave!"

They found the guys watching TV on the couch. Krillin and Goku beamed from ear to ear when they saw their dates, but Vegeta wasn't sure what to do or say.

"Uh...you look nice," he offered hesitantly.

"Thanks," Bulma glanced outside and saw that the other two couples had already piled into 18's convertible. "We'd better go."

Vegeta sighed with relief. If they were all riding together, he wouldn't have to worry about taking Bulma home. One small battle won...the whole war to go. His sigh of relief transformed into one of resignation.

18's car was broader than most, so all six could fit in just fine. Bulma and Vegeta had the backseat to share with ChiChi and Goku, while 18 and Krillin sat up front. Vegeta jumped nimbly over the door and settled in beside Goku, who rolled his eyes and nodded towards Bulma. Vegeta grunted and kicked the door open for her. There wasn't as much room as they'd thought, because Goku and ChiChi had spread themselves out comfortable. Bulma squeezed in between Vegeta and the door, and the six friends were on their way.



A/N: Well that one was a little longer than usual I think. Maybe that will make up for the long wait..for those of you who check in once in a while. Lost my muse here at the end, so I had to stop of course. Unless you want a really boring date.... So anyway...hope ya liked Chapter 3. No idea when I'll get 4 up, but I'll try to post before Christmas. Review please! Sayounara ^.^