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~The Him And Her Situation~
Chapter 10 -- The Ghostly Tale Of The Phantom
Bulma and 18 sat in the front with Vegeta right behind him in the row behind. Vegeta hung his arms lazy over the back of Bulma's seat.
18 brushed back a peace of hair and started. "Well it started when I first joined drama here in last year. It was a week into the start of school when weird things started to happen. We don't know what made him show up but the police came and looked into it. They found nothing and said it was some kids playing pranks. The details of what who or it is, is fuzzy. But I don't see why it would try and go after Vegeta. I mean this is his first day here right?"
Vegeta nodded.
"Well Piccolo should know more when he get's here, he saw it once when he was backstage moving some props once."
"Really? And why haven't I heard of this phantom before?" puzzled Bulma.
"The school board told us to keep quite about it. That's why I never told you guys about it. I personally think there hiding something."
Vegeta sat in silence wondering who and the hell that voice was. It had a cold and malice tone when it said his name. He was going to find out who this person was and make them pay. A scowl came across his face. He didn't take kindly to threats of any kind.
"So I didn't know Vegeta could act?" 18 smirked.
Vegeta snapped out his train of thought, "Uhh act?'
Bulma smirked, "Ya this IS drama class. Don't tell me you don't know about drama class."
"Umm no"
18 and Bulma grinned, this was going to be good.
"Yes act in drama we put on all the school plays. You know pretend and act to stories or musical's." 18 smiled.
"Plays,…. as in people come and watch!?" Vegeta looked at them a tad worried.
"Yuap students and parents pay and come and see it." Bulma smiled as well.
"I'm not going to act!" Vegeta frowned.
"Well that's not really up to you now. The teacher will pick what your going to do." 18 spoke up.
"Great…" Vegeta said dryly.
Just then a few more students came in then followed by Piccolo.
"Hey Piccolo come for a minute!" 18 waved.
Piccolo raised a brow and walked down towards them. "What do they want now?" he mumbled to himself. Piccolo took a seat next to Vegeta, "Yes?"
"Hey tell them what you know about that phantom guy."
"Why?"
"He came after Vegeta and Bulma."
"WHAT!?" Piccolo began sweating slightly. "Well, I last year I was back stage moving a set around. A light fell and almost hit me. I looked up to see what might have caused it and saw a dark shadow run down the walk way and disappearing. I can never forget his laugh as he ran away. It was so cold sounding."
"Yea I know what you mean." sighed Bulma.
"Has it attacked anyone else before?" piped in Vegeta.
"A few others that I know of. Luckily no one has gotten hurt yet but there has been some close calls." Piccolo frowned and looked down clenching his fist.
Vegeta growled, "When I find out who ever that is I'm going to wish he never was born. No one laughs and threatens the prince of all Saiyan's!" Vegeta's pride was starting to get the best of him.
The four mostly sat in silence as they thought about who the phantom might be. The rest of the class came in over time and the final bell rang starting last period. There was only about 15 students in all. A door was heard opening and closing in the back of the stage. A tall woman with long flowing brown hair stepped out into the light.
"Good day class. I am this years new drama teacher. Mrs. Everett. I hope you all will enjoy what I have picked for this semesters play. We will be doing Phantom of the Opera." she politely spoke.
The four stared in shock. "Well, that's strangely ironic." spoke Bulma.
"Um yea it is." said 18.
Piccolo and Vegeta nodded. Vegeta eyed this new teacher, could she be behind this phantom thing? But she's a woman the voice was clearly male. A few other students had eyed her as well, they clearly knew as well about the phantom. One boy raised his hand in the back.
"Umm yes you what is your question?" spoke up Mrs. Everett
"Umm why are we doing Phantom of the Opera? What about the phantom that's here, wont it come after us?" the boy spoke meekly.
Mrs. Everett smiled, "I'm glad you asked that. I heard about this "phantom" from one of the teachers here. I think if we do this play it will please them that maybe they will leave in peace."
"Oh…ok" the boy sat back down in his seat.
Piccolo raised a brow at her idea, "That is a good point she has there."
"Possibly" Vegeta said suspiciously.
Bulma turned around to Vegeta, "What do you mean by that?"
18 turned around as well, "Yea what do you mean by that?"
"I mean I wouldn't fully trust anyone in this room. Not until I find out who this phantom is." he spoke coldly.
"What about us, you do trust us Vegeta?" eyed Bulma.
Vegeta didn't respond back. He seemed cold and distant. He really was angered by this phantom.
"Vegeta?" Bulma spoke again feeling a bit worried.
Vegeta snapped back to where he was, "Oh ya I trust you."
"And what about 18 and Piccolo."
Vegeta glanced at them both quick, "18 yea and the Namek I suppose as well. But no one else in this room."
"Then let us agree to find out who this madman is together." piped in Piccolo.
They all nodded in agreement.
"Now since I don't have any work for you today you are all free to roam around the auditorium and get a feel of the work area you will be working in for the next half of the year." with this said Mrs. Everett walked over to a desk on the far side of the stage and began going through some papers. Most of the students stayed where they were and talked to each other in their own little groups. One kids tossed on his head phones and poked around in a magazine.
"Hey why don't we have a look around here and look for any signs of this guy?" questioned Vegeta.
"That's a good idea me and Piccolo can go look back stage. Why don't you two go look on the second floor." spoke 18.
"Right and lets meet back here before the period ends." Bulma added.
Piccolo and 18 went off to the left to go back and look in the dressing rooms first. Vegeta followed Bulma upstairs keeping a close eye on her. Bulma and Vegeta went up and down every row looking for any kind of clues.
"Did you find anything?' Bulma spoke after meeting back up with Vegeta. He shook his head no. Bulma sighed and flopped into one of the seats. Vegeta frowned a bit and sat down next to her.
Bulma thought back to what happen and replayed it over and over in her mind trying to grasp at any important details. After awhile all she could think about was what her and Vegeta were doing. She blushed a hint and remembered how close she let him get. His finger had just oh so lightly grazed the bottom of her breast. It felt so good to be near him. She sighed and thought about at the speed they were going. It was a little too fast but she couldn't get over how right it felt when he touched her. She didn't want to end up having sex with him by next week so she had to talk to him about this.
"Vegeta?"
"Hn?"
"I…I think we moved a little too fast today." she spoke softly.
"Oh?"
"Yea I think we should slow down a bit I mean it's not like I didn't like it it's just I think we shouldn't skip ahead."
"I see" Vegeta spoke softly.
"Is, is that alright with you?" she spoke meekly, feeling a tad awkward.
Vegeta smirked at her, "Yea that's ok with me. I don't want to pressure you into anything.'
Bulma smiled at his comment and hugged his arm. "thanks"
Vegeta smirked at her and moved his arm out of her grip and around her. He was never going to let anything happen to her, never.
They sat there for a few more minutes before going back down stares to meet back up with Piccolo and 18. Piccolo and 18 were already down there and seemed a bit shaken up.
"What's wrong guys?" Bulma spoke up.
18 held up a envelope with Vegeta's name on it, "We found this in the hall back there."
Vegeta's scowl came over his face as he took the letter. He opened it up and read over quickly. Vegeta face turned from a scowl to a look of rage.
"What did it say Vegeta." asked the now worried Bulma.
Vegeta looked up at them with a look as if he was about to kill someone. He handed the sheet to Bulma and clenched his fist and kept his eyes to the floor. Bulma read the paper and gasped.
It simply read "I'm coming for you, you filthy monkey and your little blue haired slut too!"
18 slightly hugged Bulma for support. Piccolo stood there like Vegeta and growled. What ever or who ever this phantom was it was clear now it was after Vegeta and Bulma. But why? The last bell rang signaling the end of the school day.
Bulma sighed in relief ready to get as fast as she could out of there. They all gathered up their belonging and left the auditorium. All was heard after everyone left was a sicking laugh as a caped shadow ran across the stage and disappeared into the shadows once more.
Bulma yawned as Vegeta and her walked back to their homes. The first day was long and tried some on her. Vegeta chuckled at her face when she yawned. He founded it quite cute looking. He thought about what she said earlier. They were taking it a bit fast, he thought it was best from now on to control himself a bit more. They needed more time before really moving on anymore. Bulma had done a very smart thing saying this to him. He respected her highly for it. He didn't want to mess up and hurt her ever. He heard once before that life mates could hate each other so badly their natural bond can be broken. These people ended up slowly going insane and even kill them self out of the pure feeling alone. He shuttered at such a thought. Although sometimes when his mother and father fought it seemed all too easy that one day they might just break. They fought oddly, his father did all the yelling as his mother spoke in a normal tone at him. She wasn't one to yell.
"Vegeta?….helloooo earth to Vegeta"
Bulma snapped her fingers in front of Vegeta's face making him snap back into the reality of things.
"Uhh umm what?" he muttered.
"I said how would you like to go to the park with me today?"
"Oh umm sure."
"Are you ok?"
"Yea I'm fine I was just, thinking." he said in a rather low tone.
"Well you keep spacing out, what you thinking about so deeply?"
"Nothing really." Vegeta said slightly coldly to her and walked on.
Bulma frowned a bit not liking to be brushed off but she dropped it anyway. She wasn't going to pester him today about it. Enough had happen for her fill of info. She thought back on the day and how odd it was. She had never had so much happen to her in one day. She found out something's she never knew about her own school. Things seem to be changing, she was changing, her world was changing. She smiled at the new horizons that were laying out in front of her. She just hoped she had enough courage and strength to face what life was going to bring her way. She made a pact with her self in secret. She was going to get stronger and for what ever came she could face it head on.
"Seasons change and from winter to spring. Ice melts and washes away the death from the past. New life starts as showers give strength for new buds to bloom. Sunny rays give power and life as they spawn from the earthy ground. With time and care the buds will either grow and bloom or wither and die. How things turn out in the end depends on us. Depends on what paths we take in life. Beware storm clouds that might come but stand strong against there blustery winds that they might blow. For the blood of a Saiyan may be strong but it takes the right elements to make the warrior they are today. With out these elements a fighter can't truly be strong. So says the old ways of long pasted. - A long since forgotten warrior of Vegetsei"
Vegeta closed his book and laid back down on his bed. His mother had given him that book when he was young. It talked about the warriors of the past. He read and studied it from end to end hoping to find the secret of becoming legendary. The first of his people to ascend lived in the time of the old ways. The secret how must be there. But all the old ways seem to talk about was live life proud, strong and true. These were good words to live by but there had to be more, something he was missing. He sighed and looked over at the clock. It read 3:23, Bulma had told him to come over at four so they could go to the park. She had some electronics homework and choirs she had to do first before they could go.
Vegeta sighed and put on his head phones. Since he first came to Earth and heard the music they listen to he grew quite fond of it. He had started his own collection after listening to the radio. He had been on earth for about 4 months now. He and his family spent that time going from city to city doing their royal duties. His father had to meet with many people and arrange places for their to stay at. Fliter's "Wake Up On My Airplane" was playing. He wasn't to sure why he liked that song but it seem to have a very calming effect on him. A gust of wind blew and played quietly with his curtains. Vegeta got up and walked out on to his balcony sitting down on a chair he had out there. He quietly stared at the sky watching a plane go by along the sky, leaving a vapor trail behind it. It was peaceful here, it was nothing like Vegetsei. There was always some civil war or something. There was rarely a calm moment like this. Vegeta could really enjoy it as the warm breeze played with his hair, gently swinging it back and forth.
"The winds of change are truly blowing" he thought quietly to himself.
( Hey kiddies! Ellen here, well this has been a thought fill chapter. Yes this Vegeta may not seem like the cold hearted on we all know and love but I'm trying to push the fact it's for a reason! This is a A/U I'm talking about here so if things are different then Vegeta should be different too. You are who you are by the situation you are brought up in. Vegeta's mother had died when he was young so he would have taken more on his father's personality instead. Well since his mum isn't he's more likely to share in some of her views. Vegeta's still bad ass bud he has a little more control of himself now. And is trying to enjoy his life. Keyword is enjoy there. Anyway please bare with me as I unfold his many layers to get to the very core of this version of Vegeta. As for that little poem up there, I wrote that so please no takey unless ya ask. In the next chapter things quite down a bit more. Also sorry if Vegeta seem a bit human but hey everyone wants to have fun. Even Vegeta! So in the next chapter out fav couple goes to the park for some them time. In the next mushy chapter, chapter 11 "Inner Peace Of The Heart"
~The Him And Her Situation~
Chapter 10 -- The Ghostly Tale Of The Phantom
Bulma and 18 sat in the front with Vegeta right behind him in the row behind. Vegeta hung his arms lazy over the back of Bulma's seat.
18 brushed back a peace of hair and started. "Well it started when I first joined drama here in last year. It was a week into the start of school when weird things started to happen. We don't know what made him show up but the police came and looked into it. They found nothing and said it was some kids playing pranks. The details of what who or it is, is fuzzy. But I don't see why it would try and go after Vegeta. I mean this is his first day here right?"
Vegeta nodded.
"Well Piccolo should know more when he get's here, he saw it once when he was backstage moving some props once."
"Really? And why haven't I heard of this phantom before?" puzzled Bulma.
"The school board told us to keep quite about it. That's why I never told you guys about it. I personally think there hiding something."
Vegeta sat in silence wondering who and the hell that voice was. It had a cold and malice tone when it said his name. He was going to find out who this person was and make them pay. A scowl came across his face. He didn't take kindly to threats of any kind.
"So I didn't know Vegeta could act?" 18 smirked.
Vegeta snapped out his train of thought, "Uhh act?'
Bulma smirked, "Ya this IS drama class. Don't tell me you don't know about drama class."
"Umm no"
18 and Bulma grinned, this was going to be good.
"Yes act in drama we put on all the school plays. You know pretend and act to stories or musical's." 18 smiled.
"Plays,…. as in people come and watch!?" Vegeta looked at them a tad worried.
"Yuap students and parents pay and come and see it." Bulma smiled as well.
"I'm not going to act!" Vegeta frowned.
"Well that's not really up to you now. The teacher will pick what your going to do." 18 spoke up.
"Great…" Vegeta said dryly.
Just then a few more students came in then followed by Piccolo.
"Hey Piccolo come for a minute!" 18 waved.
Piccolo raised a brow and walked down towards them. "What do they want now?" he mumbled to himself. Piccolo took a seat next to Vegeta, "Yes?"
"Hey tell them what you know about that phantom guy."
"Why?"
"He came after Vegeta and Bulma."
"WHAT!?" Piccolo began sweating slightly. "Well, I last year I was back stage moving a set around. A light fell and almost hit me. I looked up to see what might have caused it and saw a dark shadow run down the walk way and disappearing. I can never forget his laugh as he ran away. It was so cold sounding."
"Yea I know what you mean." sighed Bulma.
"Has it attacked anyone else before?" piped in Vegeta.
"A few others that I know of. Luckily no one has gotten hurt yet but there has been some close calls." Piccolo frowned and looked down clenching his fist.
Vegeta growled, "When I find out who ever that is I'm going to wish he never was born. No one laughs and threatens the prince of all Saiyan's!" Vegeta's pride was starting to get the best of him.
The four mostly sat in silence as they thought about who the phantom might be. The rest of the class came in over time and the final bell rang starting last period. There was only about 15 students in all. A door was heard opening and closing in the back of the stage. A tall woman with long flowing brown hair stepped out into the light.
"Good day class. I am this years new drama teacher. Mrs. Everett. I hope you all will enjoy what I have picked for this semesters play. We will be doing Phantom of the Opera." she politely spoke.
The four stared in shock. "Well, that's strangely ironic." spoke Bulma.
"Um yea it is." said 18.
Piccolo and Vegeta nodded. Vegeta eyed this new teacher, could she be behind this phantom thing? But she's a woman the voice was clearly male. A few other students had eyed her as well, they clearly knew as well about the phantom. One boy raised his hand in the back.
"Umm yes you what is your question?" spoke up Mrs. Everett
"Umm why are we doing Phantom of the Opera? What about the phantom that's here, wont it come after us?" the boy spoke meekly.
Mrs. Everett smiled, "I'm glad you asked that. I heard about this "phantom" from one of the teachers here. I think if we do this play it will please them that maybe they will leave in peace."
"Oh…ok" the boy sat back down in his seat.
Piccolo raised a brow at her idea, "That is a good point she has there."
"Possibly" Vegeta said suspiciously.
Bulma turned around to Vegeta, "What do you mean by that?"
18 turned around as well, "Yea what do you mean by that?"
"I mean I wouldn't fully trust anyone in this room. Not until I find out who this phantom is." he spoke coldly.
"What about us, you do trust us Vegeta?" eyed Bulma.
Vegeta didn't respond back. He seemed cold and distant. He really was angered by this phantom.
"Vegeta?" Bulma spoke again feeling a bit worried.
Vegeta snapped back to where he was, "Oh ya I trust you."
"And what about 18 and Piccolo."
Vegeta glanced at them both quick, "18 yea and the Namek I suppose as well. But no one else in this room."
"Then let us agree to find out who this madman is together." piped in Piccolo.
They all nodded in agreement.
"Now since I don't have any work for you today you are all free to roam around the auditorium and get a feel of the work area you will be working in for the next half of the year." with this said Mrs. Everett walked over to a desk on the far side of the stage and began going through some papers. Most of the students stayed where they were and talked to each other in their own little groups. One kids tossed on his head phones and poked around in a magazine.
"Hey why don't we have a look around here and look for any signs of this guy?" questioned Vegeta.
"That's a good idea me and Piccolo can go look back stage. Why don't you two go look on the second floor." spoke 18.
"Right and lets meet back here before the period ends." Bulma added.
Piccolo and 18 went off to the left to go back and look in the dressing rooms first. Vegeta followed Bulma upstairs keeping a close eye on her. Bulma and Vegeta went up and down every row looking for any kind of clues.
"Did you find anything?' Bulma spoke after meeting back up with Vegeta. He shook his head no. Bulma sighed and flopped into one of the seats. Vegeta frowned a bit and sat down next to her.
Bulma thought back to what happen and replayed it over and over in her mind trying to grasp at any important details. After awhile all she could think about was what her and Vegeta were doing. She blushed a hint and remembered how close she let him get. His finger had just oh so lightly grazed the bottom of her breast. It felt so good to be near him. She sighed and thought about at the speed they were going. It was a little too fast but she couldn't get over how right it felt when he touched her. She didn't want to end up having sex with him by next week so she had to talk to him about this.
"Vegeta?"
"Hn?"
"I…I think we moved a little too fast today." she spoke softly.
"Oh?"
"Yea I think we should slow down a bit I mean it's not like I didn't like it it's just I think we shouldn't skip ahead."
"I see" Vegeta spoke softly.
"Is, is that alright with you?" she spoke meekly, feeling a tad awkward.
Vegeta smirked at her, "Yea that's ok with me. I don't want to pressure you into anything.'
Bulma smiled at his comment and hugged his arm. "thanks"
Vegeta smirked at her and moved his arm out of her grip and around her. He was never going to let anything happen to her, never.
They sat there for a few more minutes before going back down stares to meet back up with Piccolo and 18. Piccolo and 18 were already down there and seemed a bit shaken up.
"What's wrong guys?" Bulma spoke up.
18 held up a envelope with Vegeta's name on it, "We found this in the hall back there."
Vegeta's scowl came over his face as he took the letter. He opened it up and read over quickly. Vegeta face turned from a scowl to a look of rage.
"What did it say Vegeta." asked the now worried Bulma.
Vegeta looked up at them with a look as if he was about to kill someone. He handed the sheet to Bulma and clenched his fist and kept his eyes to the floor. Bulma read the paper and gasped.
It simply read "I'm coming for you, you filthy monkey and your little blue haired slut too!"
18 slightly hugged Bulma for support. Piccolo stood there like Vegeta and growled. What ever or who ever this phantom was it was clear now it was after Vegeta and Bulma. But why? The last bell rang signaling the end of the school day.
Bulma sighed in relief ready to get as fast as she could out of there. They all gathered up their belonging and left the auditorium. All was heard after everyone left was a sicking laugh as a caped shadow ran across the stage and disappeared into the shadows once more.
Bulma yawned as Vegeta and her walked back to their homes. The first day was long and tried some on her. Vegeta chuckled at her face when she yawned. He founded it quite cute looking. He thought about what she said earlier. They were taking it a bit fast, he thought it was best from now on to control himself a bit more. They needed more time before really moving on anymore. Bulma had done a very smart thing saying this to him. He respected her highly for it. He didn't want to mess up and hurt her ever. He heard once before that life mates could hate each other so badly their natural bond can be broken. These people ended up slowly going insane and even kill them self out of the pure feeling alone. He shuttered at such a thought. Although sometimes when his mother and father fought it seemed all too easy that one day they might just break. They fought oddly, his father did all the yelling as his mother spoke in a normal tone at him. She wasn't one to yell.
"Vegeta?….helloooo earth to Vegeta"
Bulma snapped her fingers in front of Vegeta's face making him snap back into the reality of things.
"Uhh umm what?" he muttered.
"I said how would you like to go to the park with me today?"
"Oh umm sure."
"Are you ok?"
"Yea I'm fine I was just, thinking." he said in a rather low tone.
"Well you keep spacing out, what you thinking about so deeply?"
"Nothing really." Vegeta said slightly coldly to her and walked on.
Bulma frowned a bit not liking to be brushed off but she dropped it anyway. She wasn't going to pester him today about it. Enough had happen for her fill of info. She thought back on the day and how odd it was. She had never had so much happen to her in one day. She found out something's she never knew about her own school. Things seem to be changing, she was changing, her world was changing. She smiled at the new horizons that were laying out in front of her. She just hoped she had enough courage and strength to face what life was going to bring her way. She made a pact with her self in secret. She was going to get stronger and for what ever came she could face it head on.
"Seasons change and from winter to spring. Ice melts and washes away the death from the past. New life starts as showers give strength for new buds to bloom. Sunny rays give power and life as they spawn from the earthy ground. With time and care the buds will either grow and bloom or wither and die. How things turn out in the end depends on us. Depends on what paths we take in life. Beware storm clouds that might come but stand strong against there blustery winds that they might blow. For the blood of a Saiyan may be strong but it takes the right elements to make the warrior they are today. With out these elements a fighter can't truly be strong. So says the old ways of long pasted. - A long since forgotten warrior of Vegetsei"
Vegeta closed his book and laid back down on his bed. His mother had given him that book when he was young. It talked about the warriors of the past. He read and studied it from end to end hoping to find the secret of becoming legendary. The first of his people to ascend lived in the time of the old ways. The secret how must be there. But all the old ways seem to talk about was live life proud, strong and true. These were good words to live by but there had to be more, something he was missing. He sighed and looked over at the clock. It read 3:23, Bulma had told him to come over at four so they could go to the park. She had some electronics homework and choirs she had to do first before they could go.
Vegeta sighed and put on his head phones. Since he first came to Earth and heard the music they listen to he grew quite fond of it. He had started his own collection after listening to the radio. He had been on earth for about 4 months now. He and his family spent that time going from city to city doing their royal duties. His father had to meet with many people and arrange places for their to stay at. Fliter's "Wake Up On My Airplane" was playing. He wasn't to sure why he liked that song but it seem to have a very calming effect on him. A gust of wind blew and played quietly with his curtains. Vegeta got up and walked out on to his balcony sitting down on a chair he had out there. He quietly stared at the sky watching a plane go by along the sky, leaving a vapor trail behind it. It was peaceful here, it was nothing like Vegetsei. There was always some civil war or something. There was rarely a calm moment like this. Vegeta could really enjoy it as the warm breeze played with his hair, gently swinging it back and forth.
"The winds of change are truly blowing" he thought quietly to himself.
( Hey kiddies! Ellen here, well this has been a thought fill chapter. Yes this Vegeta may not seem like the cold hearted on we all know and love but I'm trying to push the fact it's for a reason! This is a A/U I'm talking about here so if things are different then Vegeta should be different too. You are who you are by the situation you are brought up in. Vegeta's mother had died when he was young so he would have taken more on his father's personality instead. Well since his mum isn't he's more likely to share in some of her views. Vegeta's still bad ass bud he has a little more control of himself now. And is trying to enjoy his life. Keyword is enjoy there. Anyway please bare with me as I unfold his many layers to get to the very core of this version of Vegeta. As for that little poem up there, I wrote that so please no takey unless ya ask. In the next chapter things quite down a bit more. Also sorry if Vegeta seem a bit human but hey everyone wants to have fun. Even Vegeta! So in the next chapter out fav couple goes to the park for some them time. In the next mushy chapter, chapter 11 "Inner Peace Of The Heart"