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Disclaimer: Last chapter of my story, I don't own DBZ!
(A/N: The prank is lame, but the rest of the chapter is pretty good I think
lol. ~ Kira ~ Alright I'd like to thank everyone who made this story
possible. Ali (Kerowyn), Beth (Day Dreamer), My two biggest supporters
through the whole year it took to write this. Mostly I'd like to thank my
readers, I wouldn't even still be writing if it wasn't for you guys. You
encourage me, critique me and kick my butt to work when I don't feel like it.
Thanks to everyone of you guys. Special thanks to Liz (Gotta luv u for the
contest entry) and the person who kept iming me and asking me when the next
chapter would be out! Thank you, whoever you are! lol. Anyway without further
rambling I present the last chapter of To Rule The School, Prom Night
Surprises!!! ~ Kira Anne)
Prom Night Surprises
"I
can't believe its already prom night." 18 squealed, spinning around in her
strapless aqua colored dress. The dress was form fitting and that had an
opening in the stomach, to show off her belly button. she wore matching
strappy heels and wrap to accessorize her dress, making the dress blend quite
well together. Her make up was a shimmery eye shadow and a simple pink gloss.
" Oh I know I can't believe it either." Chichi agreed, applying her clear lip
gloss. She smiled as she straightened her semi curly hair and smudged her
pink eye shadow. Her dress was a pink spaghetti strapped dress that was
fitting at the top and flowing at the bottom, however in the back it was
backless besides three straps that went across the back. She wore stiletto
heels that matched her dress, but weren't as strappy as 18's. "Where is
Bulma?"
"She said she was going to get ready and then drive here with all our things
for Yamcha." 18 explained. "Can you see her driving here in her dress with
that car of hers?"
"That would be a sight." Chichi giggled. No sooner than the words left her
mouth the sound of Bulma running up the stairs in her spiked heels. The door
flung open to reveal a giggly Bulma. She threw a bag down onto the bed and
twirled around in a circle. Her dress was a form fitting black gown that was
backless with two slits up the side and elbow length evening gloves. Her wavy
aqua hair was down and kohl liner adorned her eyes with a shimmery eye shadow
on top of it and lipstick was a glossy pink colored.
"How does the dress look?" Bulma asked, placing her hands on her hips.
"Bulma it looks great. Vegeta's jaw is just going to hit the ground when he
sees you!"
"Well that's the reaction I'm going for." Bulma laughed. "Okay well I brought
the stuff. Now the thong is already wrapped up in the box and the eggs are in
there too."
"Oh this is going to be so good." 18 said, a smirk plastered to her face.
"I've been waiting a long time for this."
~*~
Bulma, 18 and Chichi fled from Chichi's house quietly, piling into the
convertible Bulma was driving. Yamcha's house was just down the street from
Chichi's so 18 dialed Yamcha's number and waited.
"Hello?" Yamcha's voice answered calmly.
"Hey Yamcha, its 18. We've got a package for you...its a little prom night
gift. Now we're gonna drop it off at your house so we need you to be outside
your house to pick it up. Can you do that?" 18 asked calmly.
"Sure."
"Great then we'll be there in a couple seconds."18 said, turning off the
phone. "Lets roll."
~*~
Yamcha was waiting in front of his house when the girls drove up, waiting in
his tux. They slowed to a stop but left the engine running and the car in
gear.
"Well here you go Yamcha." 18 said, tossing Yamcha the small package almost
in front of him before tossing each girl in the car a few eggs. Yamcha bent
down to get the package and when he got up again the girls had already began
their assault. He opened his mouth to yell at the girls but Bulma hit him in
the face with an egg before he got the change to speak.
"Don't ever gamble on us again Yamcha." Bulma yelled, before speeding off.
~*~
Once the girls made it back to Chichi's house they went inside quickly and
waited patiently for their dates to arrive. The room was in dead silence as
the girls touched up their make up and fixed their hair.
"I can't believe this is prom night." Chichi sighed. "It seems like high
school was just too short...I wish I could do it all again."
"Personally I'd just like to do this year again. Its not every year you fall
in love." Bulma said, smiling.
"I think we all fell in love, it just took us three years to get with the
right people." 18 laughed. "Oh! That reminds me! Bulma you'll be thrilled to
know that 17 got a date. He's going to the prom with Seri. He's had a crush
on her forever so everything worked out."
"That's good to hear. By the way who is Marron going to the prom with?" Bulma
asked, in an amused tone.
"She's going with Yamcha." Chichi explained, her voice seething with sympathy
before breaking into laughter. The girls giggled in unison for several
moments before a loud horn grabbed their attention, their limo was outside
and their dates getting out.
"Wouldn't that figure, they are late." 18 laughed, getting up and opening the
door. "Its prom night and you can't even get here on time?"
"Yeah well we had to wait for the limo, the limo was late, not us." Krillin
explained, kissing 18 gently. "You look beautiful."
"Yeah well you don't look too bad yourself shorty." 18 complimented. Chichi
smiled as Goku stepped forward and smiled.
"Chichi.." Goku breathed as his jaw dropped and he could say nothing. "You
look...so..."
"Kakarott, just say beautiful or we'll be standing here all night." Vegeta
growled, crossing his arms over his chest. Chichi glared at him, but picked
up her dress and walked over to Goku and wrapping her arms around his neck
and kissing him.
"Vegeta, play nice." Bulma ordered as she stepped forward and crossed her
arms over her chest. Vegeta's jaw almost hit the ground as he stared at Bulma
in amazement. He had never seen her look so beautiful. "Oh for once you don't
have any smart come backs, but you can't seem to compliment me either."
"You wish woman." Vegeta said in an amused tone a smirk plastered to his
face, but still trying to hide his shock. Bulma smiled as she stepped out of
the door way and closed the door and walking over to him.
"You can't hide it Vegeta, we both know I look stunning." Bulma said, kissing
him quickly and turning away from him. Vegeta grabbed her arm and brought her
back to her spot quickly, wrapping his arms around her waist.
"Woman, for once your right." Vegeta said lowly kissing her again.
~*~
By the time the group arrived the high school's gymnasium was already filled
with hundreds of couples enjoying their last high school blow out. It was sad
in a way that what was called the best years of their life were almost over.
But that thought was cast aside for the moment and an air of abandon ruled
the night.
The group had found a quiet little table in the front corner of the room and
left their things there before deciding to go their own separate ways. Goku
had decided to go raid the buffet before anything else, which was no surprise
to anyone. 18 and Krillin decided to sit a while and wait for Yamcha and
Marron to arrive before doing anything, while Bulma was begging Vegeta to
dance.
"Come on Vegeta, please dance with me."
"No woman." Vegeta said simply, crossing his arms over his chest in a
determined way.
"Vegeta, you know you want to dance with me." Bulma said flirtatiously,
pouting sadly.
"No."
"Yes." Bulma insisted, wrapping her arms around his neck.
"No."
"If you dance with me I'll make it worth your time, I promise." Bulma
promised, kissing him slowly.
"Fine." Vegeta agreed hesitantly, Bulma giggled as she grabbed his hand and
drug him off without another word.
~*~~*~
Inside the prom the group got a table with Yamcha, Marron, Jenny and Chad.
Marron spent the night glaring hatefully at Chad for busting her black mail
scheme and blowing off Yamcha to dance. Chad stared at Bulma lustfully and
Vegeta viciously while Jenny begged Chad to dance. Finally less than a half
hour into the night Chad got pissed off and left with Jenny reluctantly.
Yamcha simply spent most of the night eating since he was then dateless.
(A/N: The next events are all at the same point of the story, it just
switches p.o.v's in a way. ~ that line means a switch in points. k?)
About half way through the prom Seri took the stage and dismissed the band
playing and turned to her classmates.
"Hello everyone! Hope your having a great time so far, but now its time to
announce the king and queen of the prom." Seri giggled. Everyone in the crowd
cheered loudly at this in anticipation. "Alright and the lucky couple
is....Krillin and 18!" 18 smiled and kissed Krillin in congratulations while
Bulma and Chichi squealed in delight. Krillin and 18 quickly climbed onto the
stage where Seri placed their crowns on their heads and turned over the mic
to them.
~
"If you ask me we would have made a better king and queen." Vegeta whispered
in Bulma's ear, his arms around her, holding him to her.
"You think?" Bulma asked, looking back at him.
"Well...maybe. I mean obviously I was born to be a king, but I guess I'd
could settle for you as my queen." Vegeta teased, a smirk adorning his face.
"You know Vegeta I think I'm in love with you...a beautiful genius in love
with an asshole like you." Bulma admitted.
"Well if you want to call it love then fine. I call it waiting for a good
lay." Bulma giggled as she turned and kissed Vegeta, knowing no matter what
he called it he'd stay with her.
~
"Would Bulma and Vegeta please either get a room or listen?" 18 laughed, the
whole crowd turning and looking at the couple. Bulma pulled away from Vegeta
blushing heavily while Vegeta simply kept smirking at her embarrassment.
"Thank you. Well obviously we'd like to thank you guys for this honor but I
think I speak for Krillin when I say I'd like to thank you all for just having
a great four years of high school."
"Yeah and thanks for the party's Seri!" Krillin laughed, taking the mic from
18. "Alright since we're up here we gotta do something that's purely off
subject. So would Chichi and Goku please come up here?" Goku and Chichi
appeared on stage a few moments later. Chichi looking very confused and Goku
looking very nervous. "Okay we've got them up here so see ya!" Krillin said,
handing the mic over to Goku.
"Alright um I guess this is a little personal, but yeah." Goku mumbled,
reaching into his pocket and getting out something. Slowly he got down on one
knee and opened up a small box in his hand, revealing a diamond ring. "Chichi
since the day I met you nearly four and a half years ago I knew I had to
marry you. The last couple months have been the best of my life and I'd like
to have the rest of my life be the best too. So would you marry me?" Chichi
looked at Goku stunned, tears running down her face, and nodded. Goku removed
the ring from the box and slipped it onto Chichi's finger before getting up
and kissing her. The entire room broke out into applause and yelling of
encouragement. Chichi and Goku broke apart at the applause and moved off
stage quickly. Once off stage Chichi turned to Goku and began to cry more.
"Now I know why you were so nervous." Chichi said softly, before Goku kissed
her yet again.
~*~
After Goku had made his big announcement Bulma went off in search of some
punch, finding Yamcha at the food table. He looked very bored, secretly
spiking his own punch by the table.
"Hey Yamcha." Bulma greeted, deciding to be nice.
"Holy shit your being nice to me?" Yamcha asked, apparently slightly tipsy.
"Yamcha you were the one who called me a slut and hated me because I wasn't
popular." Bulma scoffed, pouring herself some punch.
"Nah I didn't really hate you...you were just an....outsider." Yamcha said,
swirling his punch.
"Right." Bulma nearly laughed.
"Yeah...Yeah...I feel really bad for being such an asshole with the bet and
shit. Its just that Vegeta's just so fucking cocky sometimes..." Yamcha
began, Bulma listening intently. "I guess I'm sorry. I kinda started you and
Vegeta, but kinda fucked it up too."
"Yeah whatever Yamcha." Bulma said, sipping her punch.
"Look Yamcha your drinking, its not good. Go get yourself out of here. I mean
c'mon Marron isn't gonna care. We won't care. Just go, your not having any
fun here." Bulma suggested, turning away from him and heading back to the
group's table. Yamcha simply shrugged as he watched after her. What the hell
what did he have to do anyway?
~*~
After four cups of coffee Yamcha felt sober enough to go home in the limo he
had rented for the night. On the way out he heard arguing at the side of the
building, deciding to further investigate he moved slowly towards the noise.
"Come on baby, there's no one around." Yamcha winced, he knew Chad's smooth
voice and hated it.
"No Chad. I told you I wanna break up. All you ever do is try to get with
Bulma and I'm sick of it. I hear the way you moan her name softly when your
fucking me! I can't take it anymore." Jenny's voice persisted, panic creeping
in it. Yamcha peeked around the corner where he could see the two. Jenny's
shoulders were being pinned to the wall while Chad kissed her neck
forcefully.
"Come on baby, you never objected before so why not just one last time?" Chad
asked, his hand pulling up her silk pink dress and fondling her.
"NO CHAD!" Jenny yelled, struggling violently against him now.
"Shut up you bitch!" He yelled back, striking her hard in the face. Jenny
began weeping almost immediately, her sobs loud and painful. "Yeah cry like
the baby you are. Even Bulma never cried when I hit her. She took it like a
woman. But you, your such a slut. That's all you'll ever be, an easy lay. At
that point Yamcha got involved, moving quickly and pulling Chad off of Jenny,
hitting him hard in the jaw, knocking him out quickly. Chad fell into some
garbage while Yamcha turned his attention to Jenny.
"Are you okay?" He asked Jenny, helping her up. Jenny looked at him fearfully
but wiped the tears from her black and blue eye and covering herself.
"Yeah I'm okay." Jenny said, her voice soft.
"Bulma always said he was an asshole."
"I guess he was right though." Jenny said, as she turned from him and walked
out to the sidewalk.
"No, not quite. I mean no one deserves to be hit." Yamcha interjected,
following her.
"Oh yes that is something to hear coming from someone like you. What do you
care anyway? You never gave a damn before." Jenny snapped, not moving from
her spot.
"Well I mean I'm still a human being. I know no one deserves to be hit, even
once." Yamcha said.
"It wasn't the first time." Jenny yelled, turning to face him, her shame
present in her brown eyes. Yamcha scanned her quietly. Her bright pink hair
was disheveled and her dress slightly torn from Chad.
"Look, I'm sorry for being an asshole. Do you need a ride home?" Yamcha
asked.
"Yeah... I guess I do since I came with Chad." Jenny admitted.
"Well then let me take you home. I have a limo waiting. I mean I had to take Marron
but she blew me off the entire night. Not that I'd really want to spend prom
with her...Her personality isn't very...interesting." Yamcha explained. Jenny
laughed at this, her sobs ceasing. "So can I take you home?" Jenny nodded,
letting Yamcha lead her to the car.
~*~
When the limo finally pulled up to Jenny's house Yamcha had her laughing
instead of crying. She smiled at him as she opened the door to the car and
got out. Yamcha got out as well, deciding to walk her to her door since she
still seemed a little shaken up.
"Yamcha thanks for rescuing me and making me laugh...I think Chad would have
raped me on the spot if you hadn't have been there." Jenny said seriously.
"No problem." Yamcha said modestly. "Um Jenny I was wondering graduation is next
week and the group has a little dinner planned we've had every year at the
end of the year, but this year I'm banned from coming if I bring Marron so I
was wondering if you might want to go? I mean I think Bulma would like that
since your best friends and all." Jenny smiled gently and placed a hand on
his scared cheek.
"Is that a yes?"
"I'd love to go." Jenny agreed, leaning in and kissing him gently. "Thank you
for saving me again." She nearly whispered as she opened her front door and
slipped in closing the door. Yamcha smiled as he walked down the walkway from
her house. He had a feeling this was the first encounter of a many to come.
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