CHAPTER 3
"LITTLE BUDDY"
Note: Before I start this chapter I would like to give a shout out to Secretsguirl, Nekoni, and a VERY special shout out to Vegeta's Princess. Thanks for reviewing you guys and making me want to write this story again. Much love to ya ^_- Chococat101
She glided off the train into the crowded train station, was it true? It couldn't be true. How could it be true? They had devoted their love, their life, their everything to each other...how could this be? It didn't matter, she knew her mission, she would comfort her childhood friend in her time of need.
"PWAR!!! Pwar over here!" A very familiar voice shouted.
The fuzzy blue cat turned her head and saw her childhood friend, Bulma waving and running past the crowds to get to her. Right before the cat's eyes she saw an infant turn into a toddler, a toddler turn into a kid, a kid turn into a pre-teen, a pre-teen turn into a teen, and then some.
Bulma had aged and grown so much, but Pwar would always stay the same. She waved back as the train attendant handed her a big suitcase.
Bulma stopped in front of her fuzzy friend, eyes glassy with tears of joy. The two friends exchanged glances then hugged each other bursting out in tears as they screamed happily scaring off people within miles of them.
"I missed you so much," they said together then burst out laughing.
"So what have you been up to?" Bulma asked Pwar as she carried the suitcase to her aircar.
"Oh," Pwar started excited, "I've been everywhere! First I went to Africa and visited Kenya and Egypt, then it was onward to the Congo. I went to the Amazon, and Brazil--god, you just HAVE to try their chocolate--and I went to America, Wyoming is just SO beautiful! I even stayed in Australia for a few months."
"Yeah," Bulma smiled faintly, "I can hear it a bit in your accent."
"But my favorite place had to be England, it was SO gorgeous, yet urban, trey cool," Pwar went on, then sighed, "I wish you had come with me."
"I wish I had come to," Bulma put the trunk in the back seat and got in the driver's seat of the car. Pwar and Bulma had made plans to travel the world together, but when Bulma and Yamcha got together, their plans had bended, then they were overall eliminated over the years. Why had Bulma let herself be held back from all the things she could've experienced in life?
"But enough about lingering in the past!" Pwar exclaimed trying to snap Bulma out of her flashbacks, "I'm here to work on the future! Let's get started by getting some ice-cream!"
"Yeah!" Bulma cheared, "Dairy Queen here I come!"
Bulma hit the gas petal real hard and the took off in a gust of smoke.
"Buck up will ya!" The raven-haired girl with the dark sunglasses snapped at her run-a-way companion, "What's the matter with you? Why are you acting like such a retard! Isn't this what you wanted? Freedom?"
Yamcha held his head low as he thought of Bulma, was this really what he wanted? This was the exact thing his ex had done to him, was this really the right thing to do?
Suddenly Chi-chi slapped him hard in the arm.
"Owe," Yamcha held his arm looking at Chi-chi.
"Stop it," Chi-chi hissed at him as she turned off the road in the dessert they were in.
"Stop what? I wasn't doing anything!" Yamcha whined pathetically.
"Stop thinking about that obnoxious little brat! And stop acting like such a blasted wuss!" Chi-chi flared turning to Yamcha, one hand clenching the dashboard, the other on the head of the driver's seat.
Yamcha bit his lip and looked away, of all the people he could've ran away with, why did he choose this one.
"Oh c'mon," Chi-chi got closer to Yamcha suddenly getting soft, "you know I'm just messing with ya."
She thrust out her chest as she wrapped her arms around Yamcha and licked him seductively on the neck.
Oh yeah, now Yamcha remembered.
"A plus B equals C, C times 25 equals 5 squared so C equals D," Vegeta's algebra teacher bubbled on and on as she jotted numbers and equations on the board.
Vegeta struggled to keep his eyes open, but it was futile, he had learned all this when he was what? Three?
How am I going to help Bulma? Vegeta thought to himself as he finally slipped into a light sleep, I can't trust Goku to take care of all the finance problems...I can't trust him to take care of any. I have to find something, a part-time job, full-time job, heck I'll take up babysitting as long as I can make some money.
Two hands slammed on Vegeta's desk jerking him awake. Vegeta looked up nervously into the eyes of his angry Algebra teacher.
"Sleeping in my class, eh? Well, since you seem to know all this already, why don't you answer the question on the board Vegeta, and while you're at it, teach the rest of the class as well."
Vegeta's nervous look was replaced by a clever grin, "All right."
He stood up and went to the board and within seconds solved the equation.
"Very nicely done Vegeta, but now can you teach the rest of us?" The black-haired teacher asked sitting at Vegeta's seat.
"Well, it's simple really," Vegeta said and began to explain what we did. Once he was done the bell rang and everyone left.
Vegeta grabbed his bookbag to go, but his teacher stopped him, "One moment Vegeta."
Vegeta stopped and turned around as Trunks, the last one to leave, left the classroom and closed the door behind him singing the graveyard song.
The teacher scowled at the door then smiled at Vegeta, "I think you have something going for you Vegeta. Have you ever thought of being a Math tutor."
Vegeta sighed and turned on his hell to the door, "Not really."
"You could help out a lot of kids Vegeta," the algebra teacher went on as Vegeta reached the door, "and you get paid 25 dollars an hour."
Vegeta stopped with his hand on the door, 25 dollars an hour? That would mean he'd make 100 a day if he worked four hours and 700 a week if he worked four hours everyday. He turned around, "I'm listening."
"You'll have to study really hard and parents will be expecting full letter grade improvements, but from how you handled this class, I think you are very capable."
"Thanks," Vegeta grinned, "but you sold me already, I'm in, what I really meant was, when do I begin?"
"Mmm..." Bulma licked the dripping ice-cream off her hand.
"So, how has it been?" Pwar asked finishing her Milkshake.
"Hell," Bulma replied shortly finishing up her cone and wiping her hands with a napkin.
"Besides that, what about everything else? It's been years, you can't tell me nothing has happened." Pwar said.
"I have a son," Bulma looked at her comrade to see the expression that would show upon her face. It was one of utter shock.
"A uh...you have a...you and Yamcha..." Pwar babbled.
Bulma giggled, "No, he's not mine really, I just take care of him. It's a really long story, but never mind all that! He's a real good kid, I can't wait until you meet him. He is just so charming...a handful...but charming."
"I'll take your word for it," Pwar replied, "so what else have I missed out on?"
"Nothing else," Bulma sighed in depression, "my life is so dull, all I've been doing for the past few years is eat, sleep, watch Spanish soaps on Mondays, PTA meetings, and dates with Yamcha on Friday...and now my whole world has been warped. In a matter of a few days my whole life has changed completely.
"And it isn't just a break-up, this trauma has made me realize something, I have wasted all these years on nothing. What was one great thing I've done--besides raise Vegeta--that was exciting? Or adventurous? Or made me feel alive? I'm starting over Pwar, and that's that. From now on I'm going to be like you, take risks, live life as it should be lived, men? Ha! I laugh at them! Who needs them!"
"That reminds me, how's Goku been?" Pwar asked.
"Oh, he's-uh..." Bulma looked down tapping her fingers together, "he's fine..."
"But?" Pwar asked, seeing the hidden look in Bulma's eyes.
Bulma looked up, "Okay, you were bound to hear the whole story sooner or later."
***NOTE*** I'm sorry, this Chapter wasn't very good. Not much action or suspense anywhere, just give me some time, I'll think up something good. Promise. Review and give me some ideas! Or just tell me what you think!
"LITTLE BUDDY"
Note: Before I start this chapter I would like to give a shout out to Secretsguirl, Nekoni, and a VERY special shout out to Vegeta's Princess. Thanks for reviewing you guys and making me want to write this story again. Much love to ya ^_- Chococat101
She glided off the train into the crowded train station, was it true? It couldn't be true. How could it be true? They had devoted their love, their life, their everything to each other...how could this be? It didn't matter, she knew her mission, she would comfort her childhood friend in her time of need.
"PWAR!!! Pwar over here!" A very familiar voice shouted.
The fuzzy blue cat turned her head and saw her childhood friend, Bulma waving and running past the crowds to get to her. Right before the cat's eyes she saw an infant turn into a toddler, a toddler turn into a kid, a kid turn into a pre-teen, a pre-teen turn into a teen, and then some.
Bulma had aged and grown so much, but Pwar would always stay the same. She waved back as the train attendant handed her a big suitcase.
Bulma stopped in front of her fuzzy friend, eyes glassy with tears of joy. The two friends exchanged glances then hugged each other bursting out in tears as they screamed happily scaring off people within miles of them.
"I missed you so much," they said together then burst out laughing.
"So what have you been up to?" Bulma asked Pwar as she carried the suitcase to her aircar.
"Oh," Pwar started excited, "I've been everywhere! First I went to Africa and visited Kenya and Egypt, then it was onward to the Congo. I went to the Amazon, and Brazil--god, you just HAVE to try their chocolate--and I went to America, Wyoming is just SO beautiful! I even stayed in Australia for a few months."
"Yeah," Bulma smiled faintly, "I can hear it a bit in your accent."
"But my favorite place had to be England, it was SO gorgeous, yet urban, trey cool," Pwar went on, then sighed, "I wish you had come with me."
"I wish I had come to," Bulma put the trunk in the back seat and got in the driver's seat of the car. Pwar and Bulma had made plans to travel the world together, but when Bulma and Yamcha got together, their plans had bended, then they were overall eliminated over the years. Why had Bulma let herself be held back from all the things she could've experienced in life?
"But enough about lingering in the past!" Pwar exclaimed trying to snap Bulma out of her flashbacks, "I'm here to work on the future! Let's get started by getting some ice-cream!"
"Yeah!" Bulma cheared, "Dairy Queen here I come!"
Bulma hit the gas petal real hard and the took off in a gust of smoke.
"Buck up will ya!" The raven-haired girl with the dark sunglasses snapped at her run-a-way companion, "What's the matter with you? Why are you acting like such a retard! Isn't this what you wanted? Freedom?"
Yamcha held his head low as he thought of Bulma, was this really what he wanted? This was the exact thing his ex had done to him, was this really the right thing to do?
Suddenly Chi-chi slapped him hard in the arm.
"Owe," Yamcha held his arm looking at Chi-chi.
"Stop it," Chi-chi hissed at him as she turned off the road in the dessert they were in.
"Stop what? I wasn't doing anything!" Yamcha whined pathetically.
"Stop thinking about that obnoxious little brat! And stop acting like such a blasted wuss!" Chi-chi flared turning to Yamcha, one hand clenching the dashboard, the other on the head of the driver's seat.
Yamcha bit his lip and looked away, of all the people he could've ran away with, why did he choose this one.
"Oh c'mon," Chi-chi got closer to Yamcha suddenly getting soft, "you know I'm just messing with ya."
She thrust out her chest as she wrapped her arms around Yamcha and licked him seductively on the neck.
Oh yeah, now Yamcha remembered.
"A plus B equals C, C times 25 equals 5 squared so C equals D," Vegeta's algebra teacher bubbled on and on as she jotted numbers and equations on the board.
Vegeta struggled to keep his eyes open, but it was futile, he had learned all this when he was what? Three?
How am I going to help Bulma? Vegeta thought to himself as he finally slipped into a light sleep, I can't trust Goku to take care of all the finance problems...I can't trust him to take care of any. I have to find something, a part-time job, full-time job, heck I'll take up babysitting as long as I can make some money.
Two hands slammed on Vegeta's desk jerking him awake. Vegeta looked up nervously into the eyes of his angry Algebra teacher.
"Sleeping in my class, eh? Well, since you seem to know all this already, why don't you answer the question on the board Vegeta, and while you're at it, teach the rest of the class as well."
Vegeta's nervous look was replaced by a clever grin, "All right."
He stood up and went to the board and within seconds solved the equation.
"Very nicely done Vegeta, but now can you teach the rest of us?" The black-haired teacher asked sitting at Vegeta's seat.
"Well, it's simple really," Vegeta said and began to explain what we did. Once he was done the bell rang and everyone left.
Vegeta grabbed his bookbag to go, but his teacher stopped him, "One moment Vegeta."
Vegeta stopped and turned around as Trunks, the last one to leave, left the classroom and closed the door behind him singing the graveyard song.
The teacher scowled at the door then smiled at Vegeta, "I think you have something going for you Vegeta. Have you ever thought of being a Math tutor."
Vegeta sighed and turned on his hell to the door, "Not really."
"You could help out a lot of kids Vegeta," the algebra teacher went on as Vegeta reached the door, "and you get paid 25 dollars an hour."
Vegeta stopped with his hand on the door, 25 dollars an hour? That would mean he'd make 100 a day if he worked four hours and 700 a week if he worked four hours everyday. He turned around, "I'm listening."
"You'll have to study really hard and parents will be expecting full letter grade improvements, but from how you handled this class, I think you are very capable."
"Thanks," Vegeta grinned, "but you sold me already, I'm in, what I really meant was, when do I begin?"
"Mmm..." Bulma licked the dripping ice-cream off her hand.
"So, how has it been?" Pwar asked finishing her Milkshake.
"Hell," Bulma replied shortly finishing up her cone and wiping her hands with a napkin.
"Besides that, what about everything else? It's been years, you can't tell me nothing has happened." Pwar said.
"I have a son," Bulma looked at her comrade to see the expression that would show upon her face. It was one of utter shock.
"A uh...you have a...you and Yamcha..." Pwar babbled.
Bulma giggled, "No, he's not mine really, I just take care of him. It's a really long story, but never mind all that! He's a real good kid, I can't wait until you meet him. He is just so charming...a handful...but charming."
"I'll take your word for it," Pwar replied, "so what else have I missed out on?"
"Nothing else," Bulma sighed in depression, "my life is so dull, all I've been doing for the past few years is eat, sleep, watch Spanish soaps on Mondays, PTA meetings, and dates with Yamcha on Friday...and now my whole world has been warped. In a matter of a few days my whole life has changed completely.
"And it isn't just a break-up, this trauma has made me realize something, I have wasted all these years on nothing. What was one great thing I've done--besides raise Vegeta--that was exciting? Or adventurous? Or made me feel alive? I'm starting over Pwar, and that's that. From now on I'm going to be like you, take risks, live life as it should be lived, men? Ha! I laugh at them! Who needs them!"
"That reminds me, how's Goku been?" Pwar asked.
"Oh, he's-uh..." Bulma looked down tapping her fingers together, "he's fine..."
"But?" Pwar asked, seeing the hidden look in Bulma's eyes.
Bulma looked up, "Okay, you were bound to hear the whole story sooner or later."
***NOTE*** I'm sorry, this Chapter wasn't very good. Not much action or suspense anywhere, just give me some time, I'll think up something good. Promise. Review and give me some ideas! Or just tell me what you think!